In an Interstellar Burst
Cloudchaser stood over the dryer. The load of clothes tumbled around in a playful, yet mechanical manner. Always spinning over, over and over, never stopping its annoying circular motions. It was mocking her for sure, and that simply would not do. Not at all.
“Tell me your secrets,” she whispered seductively to the machine of drying. The dryer meanly made the noises that were expected to be made of a dryer. The same old tumbling of clothes in their perpetual motion of tumbling in circles.
“You naughty, naughty machine,” the pegasus murmured to the dryer. She caressed it, feeling the shake and vibrations of the appliance run through her body. It was most pleasing, as the dryer was also slightly warm. Nothing about this embrace didn’t make her feel comfortable and loved.
The mare’s purplish coat began to frizz up slightly thank to the static electricity that was building up from all of the clothes being ruthlessly tumbled inside the metal machine. Her blue and white mane began to start moving outward from its original spiky style. She could feel small sparks of pain begin from the static electricity overcharging in her body.
“Yes, this is very nice,” she said softly, grinning ever so slightly. She brought herself closer to the dryer, attempting to feel it even more. The cloth from the panties she was wearing rubbed against the drying machine, grinding into her crotch in a very pleasing manner.
Cloudchaser never understood why she wore those confounded panties. They were striped blue and turquoise, and hugged her flanks tightly. They were uncomfortable, even if they were snug. Her sister owned a matching pair, but they were a size smaller since Flitter was the tinier of the twins. When changing the laundry over from the soulless, cold washing machine to the mocking yet warm and playful dryer, Cloudchaser had not seen her twin’s pair, so it was safe to assume that they were on the pegasus right as of this moment.
The pegasus mare tugged a bit at her panties, annoyed. Why did she put these on in the first place? They were just a distraction at best. They didn’t seem to serve any other real purposes as far as she could tell. All they did was chaf her flank and impede her intimate moments with the machine.
Making a mental note to herself to get rid of this pair and get a bigger, more comfortable pair, the mare shifted the panties from their current state of close wedgie. She was not going to let them stop her from enjoying this next part. After all, it was the best part.
She brought her flanks close to the edge of the dryer. The part where one edge met another in a corner. This corner was just perfect enough for Cloudchaser to express her love to the faithful appliance that dried her and her sister’s clothes for them, even if it did it in a highly condescending way.
She thrust once, and sighed as she anticipated the contact of the machine with her naughty bits. However, it was severely muted by the fact that her panties covered the metal, and thus all Cloudchaser got was insidiously soft cloth instead of nice hard, warm metal.
“Damn panties...” she grumbled. Vowing to take these things off and be done with them, she lifted her hooves from the top of the dryer and moved them back to her rounded flanks.
Just as she was about to press them under the stringed sides of the undergarment, she felt two hooves wrap around her chest. They pulled her down onto her flank, and she grunted slightly from the force of the fall. The hooves moved around her chest in circular motions, rubbing into her fur in a most pleasing of ways.
“Hey there...” a voice hissed from behind. Cloudchaser gasped slightly as her sister took a quick nip at her ear.
“Flitter! I was just...” Cloudchaser let go a little sigh as her twin buried her face into the neck of her sibling. Flitter nibbled on the other mare’s neck affectionately, sending feelings of pleasure into Cloudchaser’s brain.
“It doesn’t matter what you were doing... all that matters is what you’re about to do,” Flitter told Cloudchaser in a voice that sent chills down Cloudchaser’s spine.
The smaller of the two pegasi rubbed her hooves on either side of her larger twin. Cloudchaser felt a fuzzy feeling wash over as the other mare massaged her. Suddenly, without even a hint of a warning, Flitter dove her hoof into the panties of her sister. Feeling around for a moment, she came to rest on her mark, and began to rub small circles.
Cloudchaser was obviously quite surprised at this sudden turn of events. Sure, her twin often massaged her and pulled her into passionate kisses, but never did she ever go this far!
“What are you— ahhh...” Cloudchaser bit her bottom lip in ecstasy, letting her sister to continue fondling around her private area. Cloudchaser, while talking up a big game when trying to romance the drying machine, was a very submissive pony when it came to members of her own species. Especially so with Flitter, a highly dominate pony for somepony of her size.
“I’ve grown tired of merely touching you, Cloudchaser...” Flitter said smoothly. “I want to feel you...” Flitter, while great at many things, was not good at bedside sexy talk. The dryer was far better at seductive whispers then Flitter was.
Cloudchaser cared not though, for she was much too occupied with the care being put into the pleasuring of her naughty bits. Flitter was obviously making a great effort to tease her, while at the same time keeping the rubbing stimulating. This was beginning to eat away at Cloudchaser’s patience. She needed to move onto the next step.
“Please, Flitter, can you...” She was cut off by a quick swoop of Flitter’s head, which brought the two pairs of lips together. The collision of their kiss made Cloudchaser moan slightly, which was muffled in the incestious embrace. The two enjoyed a few brief moments of their lips connecting, bringing them closer together, before Flitter broke away. A thin trail of saliva connected the two, mouth to mouth.
Moving her hoof out of Cloudchaser’s panties and off of her sister’s hot spot, Flitter grinned devilishly. Cloudchaser felt the burning down below from being cut off before any real stimulus could be achieved. Her sister brought the hoof she had been using to play with Cloudchaser up to her mouth. Observing the wetness, she took a long, drawn out lick, sliding her tongue all around the now even wetter hoof. Cloudchaser blushed, looking away from the erotic display.
“Nothing’s gonna stop me now, Sweetheart.” Flitter took her sister in her hooves, and pushed her down onto the floor. “I’m tired of messing around with you, and since we’re finally on our own...”
Cloudchaser looked up at her sister, who was standing over her, front hooves on either side of her chest. She was indeed wearing the matching pair of panties they both owned. “We’ve been moved out for at least five months, and all you’ve done is tease me and never go any further. Why did you wait so long?”
Flitter opened her mouth, stopped, then frowned in thought. “Well, I... shut up, alright? I’m finally acting on it, so here it is!” Flitter bent down, pushing her mouth into her sister’s once more. She bent down fully, laying on top of her twin, bringing her left hoof to her cheek and her right hoof to that spiky, two-toned mane of hers.
“You’re kinda cute like this...” Flitter said as she pulled away for just a moment. An instant later, she was back on Flitter, shoving her mouth into her sister’s. Their tongues danced playfully with one another, rubbing against each other. Cloudchaser felt the warm softness of her sister’s tongue against hers and felt herself begin to grow even more flustered.
Flitter began to grind into her sister, their watching panties pressed together. Cloudchaser, who was already rather moist, gave an audible gasp. Flitter was too proud for that to be her reaction, but the smaller twin knew that she was getting rather aroused as well. They were going to have to vamp this up very soon.
“Well, Cloudchaser,” she said with a little pant, still pinning her sister to the floor. “You’ve gotten quite skilled with that mouth of your...” She wiped away some of the saliva that was covering her mouth. “That’s definitely going to serve me very well in a few short minutes...”
Cloudchaser smiled breathlessly up at her sister. “Come on,” Flitter instructed her large-flanked twin. The other one moved herself off of Cloudchaser, and turned to the laundry room door. “Let’s take this to a nice, secluded cloud bank...”
Cloudchaser, still laying on her back, was not going to object to that. Her sister had always enjoyed the outside, but Cloudchaser enjoyed especially so. Something about the wind blowing on the two of the as they got as intimate as possible... that just warmed her cockles to no end. It was obviously in her nature as a pegasus to enjoy the great skies.
As Cloudchaser picked herself up from the floor, she looked over and gasped as she remembed something very much distressing.
“What is it?” Flitter said in a slightly annoyed tone, casting a glance backwards at her sister. “Come on, hurry up! I’m not gonna be this excited all day, you know.”
“We... you, and I... we were...” Cloudchaser stuttered, tripping over her words like one might trip over an annoying group of preschoolers. “We were getting... all...”
Flitter raised an eyebrow. “Sis? You okay?”
Cloudchaser put her hooves up to her mouth, blushing and trembling. “We were right in front of the dryer the whole time!”
Flitter frowned. “So?”
“So?” Cloudchaser scowled at her sister. “SO? You interrupted the two of us, and then threw me to the floor and used me as your plaything, right in front of him, and you don’t even stop to consider his feelings?”
“He’s a drying machine.”
Cloudchaser and Flitter stood for a moment, staring at each other. “Obviously you’re getting something I’m not,” Cloudchaser told her sibling.
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing,” Flitter grumbled in an offhand way. “Well, come on! I can already feel my edge going away, we gotta hurry if you want this thing to happen.” Flitter turned back towards the door and started to walk away.
Cloudchaser nodded, and hurriedly trotted after her sister, moving at a slightly faster pace so she could walk next to her. The two of them walked together, down the hall to the doorway that lead outside.
Once outside on the front porch, Cloudchaser scanned the sky for a nice cloudbank. “Ah, how about that one, Flit—” Flitter pulled her sister into another embrace, cutting her off, the words dying in Cloudchaser’s throat. The two gazed into each other’s eyes, and Cloudchaser felt her heart skip a beat. The two had been involved with each other for the past eight years of their lives, ever since they had just barely stopped being fillies. But this was the first time she really felt a spark, like a match strike to incinerate anything holding back the feeling of love for her sibling.
She raised her hoof to Flitter’s shoulder, and Flitter moved her own hoof up, the two of them wrapping their individual forelegs around each other, while their other three stayed firmly planted on the cloudy floor.
Cloudchaser closed her eyes, and pushed her tongue into Flitter’s mouth. She wasn’t the dom in the relationship, but she was willing to push a bit into this now. Flitter was surprised, expecting that she was going to have to be the one to do everything.
The two continued to kiss sloppily, saliva being exchanged hastily. Soon, their mouths and muzzles were smeared with spit, dripping and running down each other’s chins. The tongue wrestle went on for a good five minutes, the tongues being run over each other’s teeth, prodding into each other’s cheeks, or sometimes just resting on top of one another.
Flitter, of course, was the one to pull away first and whisper. “Now, let’s go find ourselves a cloud bank...”