Chapter 3: Kiss Kiss …
The throbbing pain in his skull was the first thing Jack felt. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. Jack regretted doing such and squinted, as his vision was both blurry and assaulted by bright light that intensified his headache further. The pegasus rubbed his temple with one of his hooves as he gradually propped himself up on the other.
A wave of nausea forced Jack to lie back down and wait for the feeling to subside. As he waited, his vision gradually gained greater clarity and became less of a hindrance.
The pegasus tilted his head to the side, his cheek making contact with the wood floor. It was cool to the touch. He could see a few bottles scattered about, along with many puddles of what were presumably their contents. A few random knick-knacks were strewn as well, one of them his fob watch.
Jack slowly reached out for his watch and grasped it with his hoof. He fumbled a few times in his dazed state to bring it back towards him. After some difficulty, Jack managed to get the fob up to his face. He read the time through still-blurry eyes. It displayed five minutes before nine.
The pegasus's pupils shrank slightly and dropped the fob. What … what happened?
Jack attempted to recall the events of last night. Much like his vision, they were hazy. It was almost impossible for him to make anything of the shards of images that drifted in his befuzzled mind. Regardless, Jack tried.
The painful throbbing in his head only intensified, prompting him to give up. So much for the effort, thought Jack.
He turned his head back to stare at the ceiling, once again regretting the decision f taking a drink from his private stash. The pegasus could already feel the weight of his stupid decisions compressing him just thinking about it.
The sound of crunching glass reverberated from outside the office. Jack jerked his head up to see what caused it. Big mistake, as he felt nauseous once again. The dark blue pegasus felt the bile rising up his esophagus and quickly turned over on his side. He did so just in time, as he vomited onto the floor. Jack felt his throat burn and abdomen ache severely as his body reflexively expelled the contents of his stomach in subsequent thrusts.
It all lasted for a good ten seconds before Jack coughed up nothing but the stench of bile. Jack held himself. He felt pathetic. His body ached all over. He smelled absolutely disgusting. His eyes stung with tears from the vapor of his vomit and his self-loathing.
"Hello?" a voice called out from outside. It was soft and feminine. "Who's in there?"
Jack didn't respond. He remained in his feeble fetal position, not caring who it was outside his office. Besides, he was overwhelmed enough as it was by the hangover to try placing the voice to it's owner. The sounds of the door handle jiggling and then creaking open were louder than usual to him, as did the subsequent hoof steps entering his small office. The pegasus flattened his ears back in response.
"Whoever it is, just leave me alone," he groaned.
A mare's face appeared in his vision, eclipsing the light above. An expression of concern dominated her face. "What happened to you?" Candy Mane asked. "You look like scat."
"I said leave me alone," Jack whispered, his throat still sore.
From his position on the floor, Jack watched the earth pony analyze the mess. Judging from the slacked jaw and wide eyes, Candy Mane must have just taken in the full extent of the situation. Was it really that bad?
She closed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head. "It's happening again, isn't it?"
Jack hesitated. He had this problem before, a long time ago. He made sure it had been dealt with as thoroughly as possible. That initially included sessions of counseling, but that failed to do much for Jack. In the end, he had resorted to having those memories stored away in the deepest recesses of his mind, where they would be buried for the rest of Jack's days.
Apparently that wasn't as effective a tactic as Jack previously believed.
The pegasus sighed wearily. There was no point in hiding it. He was already wallowing in the evidence. "Yeah. It is."
Jack felt a pair of hooves grip his head and side and slowly lift him into an upright position. The headache remained as it had, but the feeling of nausea had dwindled to where he didn't feel like he was going to hurl on the spot. Once upright, Jack got a better view of his office.
He was instantly shocked at the sight.
On any other day, Jack's cozy little triangle-shaped office would sport paneled cedar wood flooring, a contrast to the dull, thick walls of steel. To the left of the entrance, two bookcases dominated the wall. Each one was filled to the brim with tomes, novels, and anything literature. They were separated by a vaulted door that led to the Hub's meeting room. The right side beheld a mahogany desk and a few filing cabinets, both adorned with knick-knacks from Jack's past adventures and paperwork. Lots and lots of Celestia-damned paperwork.
The opposing walls were all glass. Both were windows that allowed one to overlook the rest of the complex that was Torchwood. Potted plants lined the floor below the windows, some small, some tall, some budding, some wilted.
Again, its appearance would be unblemished had it been a typical day.
Instead, the place looked like it had been broken into and ransacked. As Jack had noticed before, bottles were scattered and shattered on the floor. A fair number of the plants had been overturned, uprooted, or both. The contents of the mahogany desk had been swept off unceremoniously.
The most striking element to the scene was the gaping hole where a window used to be. Where there used to be a pane of glass was now nothing more than jagged edges and a fine layer of glass shards on the floor by it.
Jack's mouth fell open. "D-did I do that?"
Candy helped him onto his legs, making sure he was supported with one of them wrapped around her shoulder. "You had a lot to drink. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if you don't remember."
Jack did not register that bit as his attention was still fixed on the shattered window. How did that happen? He scanned the room left and right, eventually turning to look at the desk. It was bare, that much was obvious, but something was off about it. A little shift up in his vision and the captain could see why.
The chair. It was gone.
The pegasus's fuddled mind slowly put the pieces together and he shuddered at the ending result. In the middle of his drunken fit of rage, Jack tossed the chair through the window and laid waste to the rest of his office. Confound this hangover and his delayed ability to think.
"Come on," Candy nudged. "Let's get you cleaned up. Then we can talk about happened. Okay?"
Jack stuttered, still experiencing the mild shock, "Y-yeah. Okay." He then followed the mare to the back of the office, foreleg still around her shoulder. The heavy metal door between the bookcases opened and the two stepped through it, walking deeper into the facility.
Two hours later
The shower had helped a lot. It had rid him of the smell of shame and liquor and replaced them with the scents of vigor and Van Matterhorn.
Following that was spilling the beans about the resurfacing memories to Candy Mane. She was genuinely surprised that they would return at all. After all, she was responsible for rendering them irretrievable in the first place. Her intentions were to simply bury them deep within the recesses of Jack's mind; if she had erased them, other memories would have been erased as well.
Apparently the tactic wasn't effective enough.
Then it came to the cleaning up the mess Jack had left in his office. It didn't take long at all to set it back up the way it was before, though a few pictures would need new frames and a couple of plants had to be tossed out in the compost bin.
The two were now in the Hub's central room, sitting at one of the computer terminals. A page was slowly scrolling down on the monitor, displaying lines of text and the occasional image. As Candy read the information before them, her mouth slowly fell open in disbelief.
"These … these are Changelings?"
"I thought you already knew," Jack replied.
"I never made the connection. You called them Darasuum'cha in your memories."
Darasuum'cha. It was a term that originated from an ancient tribe of earth ponies known as the Fetlocks. They were farmers, as per the nature of their species, as well as outstanding warriors living in the northern reaches beyond what was now Trottingham.
The word was fitting for the Changeling species. Translated, it literally meant 'love thief'.
Another minute or two passed in silence. Candy continued to read the plethora of information Jack had sent the night before, while said pegasus thought about a certain pony he had to make amends with.
I should have told him, he thought. I should have told them all. It's just … I haven't seen these creatures in years. I thought they were gone forever. Ugh, Crescent's gonna have my hide.
Crescent deserved to know the truth from the beginning. Jack kept the information from him and the others because of denial. He wanted to believe this was some mage who was savvy with high-level transformation magic or a solid state illusion spell gone totally wrong.
Alas, neither held true. The farming mare, Apple Fritter … she was living evidence to their existence.
Jack would have to apologize for his actions when Administrator Sparkle checked in. Hopefully he would take it well. After all, Changelings tainted his childhood. The Administrator would have to show some understanding. How would he react if either of his children were whisked away by bugs?
Hold on.
Jack looked at clock on the monitor. It read a few minutes after eleven. He then turned to Candy. "Have you seen the Administrator this morning?"
The mare seemed to have realized they were missing a member of the team, if her shrinking pupils gave any indication. "Now that you mention it, no. I haven't."
As if on cue, the whirring of gears and a beeping noise indicated somepony entering the Hub. The heavy metal door rolled aside and a unicorn came walking in. Crescent looked flustered and was attempting to hide his heavy breathing.
From the looks of things, he ran all the way here from home. If Jack remembered correctly, his place was about two miles away.
"My apologies, everypony." Crescent said as he trotted up to the coffee pot. "I overslept." He poured himself a cup and took a sip, sighing at the caffeine fix he so desperately needed.
A sly grin formed on Jack's lips. "Long night, huh?"
Crescent answered casually. "Yes. It was." He took another sip of coffee.
"So …" Jack walked over and wrapped a limb around Crescent's shoulders. "Was it fun?"
"Was what fun?"
"Shagging your wife."
The unicorn's eyes bulged as he sputtered what coffee was left in his mouth. He coughed a few times, placing a couple of light strikes to his chest to clear out his lungs. Once Crescent stopped, he glared daggers at his colleague. "Damn it, Jack!"
The pegasus and the earth pony shared a laugh at their superior's expense.
"Like father, like daughter." Candy managed with a hoof over her mouth, stifling giggles. "You two get flustered way too much."
"You're almost fifty and you still treat sex talk like taboo?" Jack followed the question with the best hippie impersonation he could muster. "You need to lighten up, dude."
Crescent wriggled out of Jack's grip. "I treat such a thing with respect. I don't stroll around discussing what my wife and I do in the confines of our home. Sex is an act sacred between married ponies."
"Well, that's just like, your opinion, mate." The pegasus reverted back to his normal accent. "Meanwhile, I find pleasure in the company of anyone deserving a good shagging. You name it, I do it." He paused. "Except diamond dogs. And other things." Jack cringed at the haunting memory. Waking up to find out he did it with a canine that spoke like an obsessed freak and stank beyond comparison was quite the nightmare. So was high-tailing out of the diamond dog's home.
At least it didn't have any lasting consequences, unlike that one fling he had with a Saddle Arabian diplomat …
The unicorn rubbed his hoof against his face, irritably groaning. "Please, drop the subject." Crescent lowered his hoof. "I have important matters to discuss with you."
Jack quickly caught on and put on an air of professionalism. "Yes sir. What's going on?"
"In light of last night's attack, Princess Luna has requested that we work cooperatively with the Royal Guard to deal with pursuing and apprehending our mystery assailant."
Ah, Princess Luna, the Mistress of the Night. Contrary to popular belief, Luna was responsible for the creation of Torchwood, not Celestia. While her elder sister dealt with the misdealing of the public, Princess Luna would direct black operations and confidential extraterrestrial interactions that were known only to her, Torchwood staff, and whatever military personnel involved.
"We will be communicating with the Guard through three liaisons. The first two are Lieutenants Ghost and Hawkeye from Blue Squad."
"That's good." Candy commented. "Better to work with ponies who already know what's going on."
"Indeed," agreed Crescent. He focused his attention on Jack. "As for our third, I believe you are well acquainted with her, Captain."
The pegasus in question broke out a cheesy smile. "Administrator, I'm well acquainted with many of the mares in the Royal Guard." He winked. "You'll have to narrow it down a bit."
Jack's superior sighed. He then turned back to the entrance, which was still open. Crescent held up a hoof to the side of his mouth. "You may come in now!"
The sound of clip-clopping hooves resounded throughout the Hub's gargantuan control room as the mystery guest made her appearance. A pegasus mare walked in, sporting a lavender coat, a two-tone blonde mane, and an amused expression on her face.
"C'mon, I can't contribute to the banging jokes?" Cloud Kicker pouted. "I wanted to have a little fun."
Jack put on a sultry grin as he walked up to the newcomer. He held out a hoof, in which the mare before him took and shook. "If it's any consolation, you and I can do a little catching up tonight." He paused in thought. "Dinner at seven sound good?"
"Plus the dessert?" Cloud Kicker winked.
Jack winked back. "Plus the dessert."
Administrator Sparkle applied hoof to face and groaned once more.
Time Turner entered the family suite, relieved that the trip was over. Normally, the family would take the TARDIS anywhere, from a vacation to the eastern land of Saddle Arabia to visiting the remains of Gallopfrey. It was how they travelled, and there was really no need to use the technology of today. Or yesterday, depending on when you are.
This time, though, Ditzy insisted that they leave it behind. As much as she enjoyed the TARDIS, Turner's mailmare wife convinced him that they needed to be less reliant on it. Becoming too dependent on that little- well, little on the outside, but bigger on the inside- blue box would become a problem, if something were to happen to it.
Ditzy Doo may live up to her name on a daily basis, but she was much more brilliant than she often let on. Turner had to give her credit for that.
Besides, it's what drew me to her when we first met.
Still, train rides were not as cool as riding in a little blue box.
The timekeeper of Ponyville deposited the suitcase he held in his mouth onto the floor. His saddlebags and his wife's suitcase soon followed. Turner moved aside and held the door open for the rest of the family. Well, just Ditzy to be precise. Sparkler and Dinky decided to stay with Rose and Carrot Top back at the train station.
The grey mare trotted in, a suitcase in her mouth and another on her back, plus saddlebags. She passed through the threshold, granting Turner a smile as best as she could with the luggage in her mouth.
The earth pony reached out and took the suitcase from Ditzy's mouth. "I've got it." Turner pecked her on the lips.
"Thank you, sweetie." Ditzy returned the affection with a peck of her own, only she let it draw out for a few moments longer. The blonde mare broke the kiss and continued into the suite. Turner followed, carrying the newly acquired suitcase tucked under his foreleg.
The suite was fairly modest despite what its name implied. The living room was spacious and inviting. One corner hosted a set of couches that were flush with the two walls, a coffee table and twin end tables completing the setup. Next to it was a bookshelf and a pair of potted plants on either side. Turner could see a few of his favorite titles within the score of books, like Canter in the Sky and All Quiet on the Equestrian Front to name a couple.
Across from the entrance was an open entryway to the kitchen. The left side had a cabinet-laden counter and an island. There was also a stove that had a combination charcoal/thundercloud heat source, making it excellent for cooking various authentic dishes. In addition, there was a fridge that was enchanted to be bigger on the inside and store much more goods than an ordinary fridge. The opposite end of the kitchen had a dining table for six and windows that could slide open, allowing access to the balcony that overlooked the city.
There was a bathroom on the continued end of the living room. Next to it was a stairway leading to the second floor of the suite. Up there were three bedrooms and two more bathrooms.
Okay, so it wasn't all that modest, but it was no doubt cozy and suitable to house the family plus Rose and Carrot Top comfortably.
"It's been a while since we used this," Time Turner commented.
"It has," Ditzy agreed. "It's like it was yesterday we were here for Hearth's Warming Eve." She took a sniff at the air. "I can still smell peppermint and mocha."
The timekeeper took a sniff as well. She was right, the scent of peppermint and mocha was still apparent in the air, albeit barely. Figures, since the room hasn't been touched since then.
It brought back pleasant memories of that time. Ditzy's brother Cirrus and their parents had come over to celebrate last Hearth's Warming following the reenactment of Equestria's founding performed that night at Canterlot Castle. It was a great time spent with family, though it could have done without Ms. Doo's subtle criticisms over her daughter's choice in mate.
Oh well, mother-in-laws will be mother-in-laws.
Turner looked down at the luggage. "We might as well put the bags away," he said as he went to retrieve a suitcase. Before he could lay a hoof on it though, Ditzy's gently gripped his foreleg. The timekeeper arched a brow and looked at Ditzy, who smiled.
"Actually," she began, "I had something else in mind." The mailmare guided her husband's hoof to the gray fur of her chest. Turner could feel the steady, rhythmic beating of Ditzy's heart. It felt nice and comforting.
Genuinely curious, Turner asked, "What did you have in mind?" As she held his hoof there, the earth pony could feel the subtle quickening of the pegasus's heartbeat.
"Depends." Ditzy's tone was innocent. She removed her hoof from Turner's foreleg and placed it on his chest. "How much time do we have before the girls get here?"
Turner took a moment to think about that.
Carrot Top had to meet with members of the Apple Family at the castle kitchens. She was going to help them prepare the food for the upcoming Royal Wedding. It wasn't common for the two clans to work cooperatively, considering they were agricultural and culinary rivals. That didn't mean differences couldn't be set aside, though. With a national event such as this, the two families knew that working together would be mutually beneficial.
Rose had gone with Sparkler and Dinky to visit their uncle. They were only a couple of blocks away, which was convenient. If an emergency arose, it would only take a few minutes gallop to reach the house. That aside, the girls would most likely at Cirrus's for a while.
"About an hour or two," Time Turner answered. He had an idea where this was going, but he'd rather be sure than to end up disappointing himself. Regardless, the timekeeper took the hoof on his chest and kissed it. "Why?"
Ditzy giggled. "I was thinking we could use this time to enjoy ourselves." She drew closer, giving Turner a sultry look. Her cheek brushed against his, sending minute shivers down the stallion's frame. The pegasus whispered into her husband's ear. "Without the girls." She added in a titillating tone.
She nibbled his ear.
Ah, so that's where this is going.
Time Turner chuckled playfully. "Well then, what's stopping us?" His tone dropped into his own brand of sexy as he whispered back in Ditzy's ear. "Allons-y."
The two ponies galloped up the stairs and down the hallway, where they went into the master bedroom. Turner closed the door, in the event that Carrot or Rose and the girls would come back early. With that done, the timekeeper turned around and was enthusiastically greeted by a warm, gray body clinging on to him, assaulting his mouth with hers.
The stallion returned the favor. He stood up on his hind legs and lifted Ditzy up by her ample hips. She proceeded to wrap her legs around his neck and waist. They continued to kiss each other, nipping lips and licking cheeks and making sounds of pleasure that echoed throughout the room.
With difficulty, Turner moved them to the bed and gently deposited Ditzy onto the soft blankets adorning it. He placed his forelegs on either side of her for support and then dove in. His tongue intermingled with hers in a heated tango. There was no dominance, only passion, carnal desire, and the need to be with one another.
It lasted for a few mere moments. Or was it a few minutes? Neither cared, for time didn't matter at this point. It was just them and nothing else. Regardless, the two separated. They were panting, breathless from the first step of many in their erotic escapade.
Turner looked down at his wife. Already, the Ditzy's blonde mane was disheveled and framed around her head like a halo. Her cheeks had gained a pink tinge to them and her wings were spread out on the mattress, erect and twitching ever-so-slightly from her apparent arousal. Ditzy's forehooves hung limply over her chest cutely. The image was completed with her eyes; those bright, lidded gold eyes. Ditzy's eyes were more focused than usual, though they were still noticeably disoriented. Barely.
She was …
"… beautiful," Time Turner breathed.
The mare below him smiled. She reached out and brought him down on top of her into a simple hug. From his position, Turner could feel warmth radiating onto his abdomen. It further aroused his twitching heat hardening beneath him.
Letting instincts take him over, the timekeeper nipped at his mailmare's neck. He earned a pleasured moan in response. Turner continued to worship Ditzy's body, slowly sliding down her form as he peppered it with kisses and licks that had her shivering in delight, making every nerve she possessed tingle. Her squeals, grunts, gasps, and the occasional giggle spurred Turner to push on and steadily bring the mare closer to the edge.
Satisfied with nibbling on the mare's teats, Turner reached the junction between Ditzy's legs and reveled at the sight that greeted him. The lovely slit that was her vulva was moist and winking, begging to be caressed by a tender hoof or an eager tongue. The scent was intoxicating, serving only to draw Turner closer to the glorious treasure.
He looked up at his wife from between her quivering legs. She had propped herself up and watching him with lust-clouded eyes. Ditzy's breathing had picked up, revealing her anxiousness at the imminent assault on her marehood.
"Doctor …" she breathed, "D-do it … please."
Turner grinned sexily and drew out his tongue. Rather than head straight for the prize, he went off to the side and began licking Ditzy's thighs in a slow and tantalizing manner that sent the mare into a fit of pleasured groans. Occasionally, one of her legs would twitch when a pressured, and intriguingly arousing, lick was drawn out over where a tendon would be.
The pegasus thrust her hips from time to time as the earth pony drew gradually closer to her sex. Turner immediately connected the dots and acted upon the silent request (or command, if you'd rather), but not before giving Ditzy another sultry look and an equally sultry "Geronimo,".
Once his tongue graced her moist folds with tender caresses, Ditzy shouted.
"GAH! Don't stop! Keep going!" She was usually very sensitive down there and thus quite the screamer.
Her blissful exclamations spurred Turner to do just that. His tongue slowly dragged over her nether lips, taking in the silky feel of them. Up and down, up and down, up and down, he traced that dexterous tongue of his over her labia. Turner would switch directions from clockwise to counter-clockwise and vice-versa, ensuring the folds of the lovely mare quivering on the bed would be properly explored.
That scent of Ditzy's sex had gotten stronger, pungent, practically irresistible. Turner had to resist diving into her depths, though. He wanted to take his time and thoroughly work his tongue over every centimeter of flesh between her legs.
That included the little nub peeking out from over the mailmare's slit.
Turner pulled back and licked his lips. He could taste Ditzy on his tongue. She tasted like … actually, he didn't really know. He never really thought about it what his wife tasted like whenever he feasted on her 'muffin'. Ditzy's essence had a fair balance of salty and sweet, that much was definite, with a hint of something that granted it a flavor unique and only from within her marehood.
Giggling broke Turner from his brief thoughts. He turned to the grey mare, who was watching him intently. Her cheeks were redder than ever and the beads of sweat ran down her brow, but she was smiling mischievously.
"Having a doctorly moment?" Ditzy giggled again.
Turner sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. Like he said before; she may look dense, but Ditzy was sharper than a wingblade. "An inquisitive one, yes."
The pegasus leaned forward and laid her hooves on either side of her husband's head. She looked into his apprehensive eyes with her half-lidded ones. "Well, you can be the analytical Doctor later," she breathed. Ditzy then pulled the stallions muzzle into her marehood with a bit more force than necessary.
Taking the reins, are we? Time Turner thought, amused.
"Right now, I want you to lick me good and hard until I'm screaming."
Ah, so she is. Ditzy was usually the submissive receiver whenever they made love . Very rarely was she the one to take control and be the one on top, so to speak. Though that didn't mean Turner wasn't fond of the idea. Far from it, actually. It was more of a turn on than anything to have Ditzy lead on and have him to do whatever she commanded. Now, when it came to him on the receiving end …
His face being forced further into the furnace that was his wife's marehood brought Turner back to reality. The timekeeper obeyed the silent signal and assaulted Ditzy's pulsating nub with his lips. From his position, he watched as the mare shut her eyes tight and was sent her into a blissful hissing fit. She fell back on the bed, her forelegs finding purchase on the bed sheets. Her hips ground against him more vigorously, spreading her arousal all over his muzzle.
That triggered a painful twitch in Turner's member. Painful, but pleasurable.
Damn, he mentally cursed, I need to hurry this up.
Turner decided he had prolonged it as much time as he could. He brought his forelegs up and wrapped them around her legs. He proceeded to lift Ditzy's rump up off the bed and brought her up to his muzzle. The mare wrapped her lower limbs around the back of Turner's neck on instinct, securing her hips to his head.
Turner shifted his muzzle lower and pressed his tongue into Ditzy's depths. He ran it all over her inner walls, gathering whatever moisture he could and savoring the flavor of his wife's essence. Being more of it within her tunnel than on her nether lips, the taste was more pronounced and oh so succulent. The scent was overpowering as well, thick and pleasant and filling every breath Turner took.
It all clouded the timekeeper's mind in a fog of lust and carnal desire. His base instincts had been suppressed somewhat since beginning this act of lovemaking, but only now did Turner allow them to take over and direct his movements.
All the while, Ditzy was screaming, just as she had wanted. Each scream reached notes so high, they threatened to shatter the windows. Her hooves were slamming down on the bed, rocking her propped up body against the bed and causing said bed to squeak loudly. Her tail, lengthy and blonde, continuously flicked and struck the underside of Turner's muzzle.
If it were any other room, somepony in any adjacent residents would have filed a noise complaint by now. Thank the Princesses this was no ordinary room; it was loaded with enchantments that silenced and nullified any kinetic energy that went beyond the walls, floor, and ceiling. Ergo, there was neither noise to be heard nor chandeliers shaking like maracas.
For the next few minutes, that's all there was; a stallion bringing his mare up the side of the mountain of pleasure, getting her closer to its peak with every lick, every stroke, every minute action to her marehood. All this was done out of passion, devotion, and love.
"I'm …" Ditzy gasped, "I'm almost … there."
Ditzy's exclamations soon reached pitches higher than what she was already emitting. Her vagina began to expand and contract rhythmically and frequently. The stallion could feel her gripping his tongue with each squeeze of her love canal. Turner knew what was to come, so he did what he could pushed his tongue in as deep inside Ditzy as possible and feverishly licked what he could. He even added humming here and there to add stimulation.
That was enough.
The mailmare instinctively clenched her legs tighter around Turner's head. In return, he wrapped his forehooves tighter around Ditzy's hips. She cried out long and loud; Ditzy was always quite the screamer, as if the last several minutes weren't enough to lend credence to that. She came, as always, hard and messy. Turner could feel the weak expulsions of her essence make impact with his mouth. The pegasus's body was wracked by spasm after spasm, every nerve in her being flared with a sensation that drove her mad with satisfaction.
The timekeeper brought up one his hooves to fondle her clitoris, rubbing it taught circular motions to aid in prolonging Ditzy's orgasm.
Ditzy soon went from guttural cries to whimpers and grunts, coming down from her orgasmic high. Eventually, she relaxed and fell limp on the bed, spent and exhausted.
Turner gave one last lick up her nethers and released his grip on Ditzy's pelvis. He looked at her and took in the sight of his wife. She was flushed like an apple and twitching ever-so-noticeably. Her breathing was labored, but she was smiling contently. Her lidded eyes spoke volumes of her satisfaction, as well as her love for the stallion poised above her.
Said stallion smiled back softly as he lay down next Ditzy. He wrapped her in his limbs and held her close, in which the mare sighed lovingly. Turner was then greeted again by her face when she turned to him and gave him lasting kiss.
"That was … wow." Ditzy breathed. "I don't know what to say."
Turner put on a confident grin. "Amazing? Brilliant? Fantastic?"
"It was … absolutely incredible." Ditzy nuzzled him.
Turner chuckled and nuzzled her back. "Glad to have made it so, luv."
It was a few minutes of companionable silence after that. The two lay there, embracing one another comfortably on the disheveled bed. It had been an intense act of love-making, especially from Ditzy's view. And it had been as she described it: absolutely incredible.
The mailmare eventually broke that silence. "So, sweetie?"
"Mm?"
"You ready for you turn?"
"Are you up to it?"
She paused. "Yeah, I'm good to go."
Turner couldn't help but fail to contain his excitement. His grin grew, one that rivaled that of Ponyville's pink party pony.
"Cool."
