Featherball

 

Thanks to Nyaryn for letting me borrow (bully) their character.

 

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Manehattan may be the city that never sleeps, but Cloudsdale is the city that never stops moving - quite literally, in fact. It drifts with the wind, wandering above the plains north of Ponyville, and the district-sized weather factory only stops if something breaks.

 

The factory has stopped because something is broken.

 

To be specific, the chassis of a high pressure condenser feed line purge valve fractured, and now it won't close properly. Not an easy fix. Fortunately, management has decided to end the shift early, and that leaves you with an empty afternoon.

 

So after stashing your high visibility vest and safety glasses, you stroll out the main gate, absentmindedly thinking about how to kill a hoofful of hours. Your parents live nearby, but they'd insist you stay for dinner; that restaurant at the Mile High Club is out of your price range; you shouldn't drink and fly; the Wonderbolts don't perform on weekdays ...

 

You did hear something about an arcade recently opening in Ponyville, which isn't far from here. Might as well take a look.

 

A moment to check your saddlebags are secure, then you step off the edge of the cloud and plummet groundwards.

 

-

 

You touch down in front of the arcade and fold your wings, illuminated by various shades of neon tubes outlining the marquee. It certainly looks the part; you'd have to be blind to miss the glowing red box letters, and even then the noise spilling out the doors would be a dead giveaway.

 

Stepping inside, you survey the offerings. It's not too busy, with only a dozen or so patrons scattered amongst the rows of decal-clad cabinets that occupy most of the floor space - Neightona Equestria, Pac-Mare, Q-bolt, Tetroids, and some other franchises you don't recognize. A shooting gallery is set into the back wall; on one side, some billiards/pool/snooker tables, air hockey, and -

 

Oh fuck yeah, pinball. This place is definitely worth the trip.

 

You make your way over, pulling out a bag of bits from under your wing. That's when you stumble across something - or rather, some/one/.

 

"Hey, watch it, ya big oaf."

 

You catch yourself and look back, finding a visibly ruffled red and white pegasus mare picking herself up off the floor.

 

"Oh, sorry. Didn't see you there."

 

She glares at you. "Because I'm short?"

 

It's an accurate description, if nothing else. Her nose is the same height as your chest.

 

"Yeah, I guess."

 

"That's what I thought."

 

"Do you want me to apologize again?"

 

She rolls her eyes and indignantly struts away.

 

-

 

You've made your way through the lineup over the last hour, and the bag is noticeably lighter. Someone takes a seat at the machine next to yours as a bumper flings the ball into an out lane.

 

"Heh. Sucks to suck."

 

You glare at the same red and white pegasus, whose face now prominently features a disgustingly smug grin. "Eat my whole cock and balls."

 

She snorts and points at the high score table. "You'll have to beat me first."

 

You look at the scores.

 

>#1: AWYA

>358,420

 

"That's you?"

 

"Mm-hm."

 

You reach into the bag and pull out one final bit.

 

"Better make that count, you klutz."

 

The slightly tarnished coin reflects a rainbow of neon lights behind you, inanimate and indifferent.

 

/If anyone's listening, please, let me enact retribution upon this tiny brat./

 

With that silent prayer, you push it into the slot, and the game starts.

 

Ball one. The goal now is endurance. Keep it on the field like your life depends on it.

 

Background noises fade. All you hear is the mechanical clatter of metal on metal and the beeps and buzzes tracking your score.

 

Ball two. Time loses meaning. Tunnel vision sets in. External stimulus ceases to exist.

 

You feel your forehooves melding into the buttons. You feel your mind forgetting everything but how to play. You feel yourself becoming a pinball machine playing machine.

 

Ball three. The same damn bumper immediately kicks it into the same damn out lane.

 

"Ooh, that's unfortunate."

 

"I get to shoot again, dipshit."

 

You send it back out onto the field, setting off a satisfyingly long chain of clacks as the cluster of round bumpers in the top corner fire. After escaping, a whack from one flipper knocks down a target on the side, then the other flings it up a ramp and into the plinko tree with three exits. From left to right, they're labeled DOUBLE POINTS, BONUS and EXTRA BALL.

 

After bouncing between the pegs for a few seconds, fate chooses door number three.

 

It's hard to track more than one of the silver orbs, but you do your best to keep them in play. A well timed hit from a flipper sends one up a different ramp to the top of the xylophone staircase, striking a cascade of notes as it tumbles down. The other ends up in the round bumpers, which gives you enough time to fling the first into the plinko tree again. It falls to the left, triggering two chimes ...

 

...

 

You blink.

 

>FINAL SCORE:

>365,280

 

You don't remember how the game ended.

 

>NEW HIGH SCORE

>ENTER NAME:

>[GALE]

 

You turn to her with a well deserved smirk, casually exposing yourself. She stares back; ears down, eyes wider than her wingspan, mouth hanging half open in silent disbelief.

 

"Sucks to suck. Speaking of which ..."

 

She glances down. Even though her face is just as white as the rest of her coat, it somehow manages to become even more pale.

 

"H-hey, I was just joking! You - you're not actually serious, right?"

 

You respond by easily reaching under her midsection and lifting her to match your eye level, then pinning her to the side of the machine. All with a single hoof.

 

"... Oh." She gulps. "Um ... p-please don't hurt me?"

 

You sigh and let her go.

 

At least, you /would/ have, but something stops you. That expression in her eyes - it's not fear, but ... desire?

 

"... Waaaaait a minute. You're into this."

 

You feel her pulse jump. Her face flushes rose pink.

 

"Oh, you /definitely/ are."

 

She looks to the side for a moment. You do too, spotting a nearby door.

 

"In th-there."

 

That's when you notice a couple of the other patrons, trying to look like they aren't staring. It's not very convincing.

 

"... Right. Forgot about that."

 

You set her on the floor and pull it open, slipping through behind her. That candy cane tail of hers is flagged, offering some tantalizing views ... and /A Unique Opportunity™/.

 

As soon as the latch clicks, you sit, turn the deadbolt with a wing, grab each of her hindlegs with a forehoof, pull her back half up, jam your muzzle into her nethers -

 

"Hey, wh - /ah/!"

 

It only takes a few seconds for her entire body to start shivering, and less than a minute until climax. You greedily mop up her marecum like a dehydrated shop vacuum as your staff smears pre into her underside.

 

She does, in fact, taste slightly like a candy cane. Who could have seen that coming?

 

Ha, /coming/. How very witty of you.

 

"/Hah ... oh stars .../"

 

You let go of her, licking the stains off your snout. Looking around, there's some partially disassembled game cabinets, shelves of cardboard boxes and a mostly empty work table with chairs. Two more doors are marked as a restroom and an exit.

 

Before she can relearn how to walk straight, you lift and pin her again, this time against a nearby wall. You press your nose to hers, eyes narrowed; she stares back, breathing heavily.

 

"Last chance to apologize."

 

"Fuck you."

 

"Well, if you insist."

 

You're uncomfortably hard by now, and you aren't going to wait any longer. Bracing yourself for stability, your crown makes contact with her entrance, then pushes through.

 

Sweet /shit/, she's tight - noticeably more than any other lay you've had, in fact. It feels like there's a blood pressure cuff around your dick.

 

You bottom out just past the medial ring. She whimpers; maybe from discomfort, hopefully from pleasure. Her hinds wrapping around you seems to indicate the latter.

 

"Having fun yet?"

 

"N-no -"

 

The door you came through rattles.

 

You both stare at it for a few seconds, then each other.

 

"Hold on."

 

Her limbs firmly wrap around your barrel as you push off the wall, then turn and awkwardly step behind a nearby shelf. She does her best to keep quiet through the unavoidable thrusts, but a few moans do slip out.

 

You strategically shuffle some boxes with a wing to completely conceal yourselves. A moment later, the door opens; through a gap, you spy a mare with an employee badge, who walks into the restroom and locks herself inside.

 

Awya's grasp starts slipping, so you kneel to lower her shoulders to the floor. This leaves the two of you somewhere between /mating press/ and /piledriver/, which - given the fact that you're still lodged inside her - is practically an invitation to take advantage.

 

You start to rut her with short, firm thrusts. She gasps, then slaps a forehoof over her mouth to stifle the moans that follow.

 

"Yeah, you better stay quiet ... /mnf/ ... if you don't want us to be interrupted."

 

She softly groans, eyes rolling back. Her wings fall open, fluttering against the ground. Your own are starting to splay outwards.

 

You hear the restroom door unlock and quickly start grinding instead to avoid any wet squelches. The other mare walks back into the arcade proper and secures the service door, seemingly unaware of the fornication happening less than a dozen paces away.

 

Alright, coast is clear. Time to let her have it.

 

You change the pace again, now roughly hammering her into the floor with all the care and tenderness of a cinder block. Even though she's only taking two thirds of you, her entire body recoils with each thrust, accompanied by a strained gurgle leaking out of her mouth.

 

"/... Nnngh ... hhhhhmf ... ggguh - hah, hah - oooooooough ... hrnnng - fffffuckkk -/"

 

All of her limbs spasm as a second orgasm strikes; forelegs straining against your weight atop her, hinds kicking at air, wings thrashing against the ground. She squeals and squeezes, constricting even tighter than before, nearly to the point of immobilizing you.

 

You manage to keep going, continuing to rail her despite the vice grip of her insides. The air is denser here closer to sea level, but both of you are panting by now, and your muscles are tiring. You may have placed second in that Foal Scouts flight endurance event, but your wings don't contribute to sex all that much.

 

Still, you persevere. Given the sound of her gasps, she must be close again. You're getting there too.

 

"... /Nnnnf/ ... That's right, fucking take it, slut ..."

 

That sets her off again, and the contractions send you to the edge. You step back, letting her rear half fall away, then reposition over her head. She stares up at your throbbing rod, half dazed.

 

"Suck it."

 

She rolls over and pushes herself up to take your flare in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the crown as her wings start stroking the shaft. It doesn't take long before you start firing shots down her throat, groaning and snorting as you do. You're immediately convinced that it's the biggest load you've ever dumped into someone.

 

Stars above, that feels good.

 

You both stay like that, slowly catching your breath. Your member pops free and starts to resheath itself.

 

"... Gale?"

 

You step back to face her. "You okay?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Too much?"

 

"No. I ... I like when it's rough."

 

"Gotcha ... hold on, were you /trying/ to get me riled up back at the machine?"

 

She snickers. "Mmmmmaybe."

 

You accusingly point a forehoof at her. "You /wanted/ this to happen."

 

"Hey, it's hard to /not/ notice the goods when you walk over me."

 

"... Y'know what, I'll just take that roundabout compliment and go clean up."

 

She smirks and follows you into the restroom.

 

A few minutes of mutual scrubbing later, you both sneak out to the arcade. You take the empty bag you'd left on the machine and make your way to the entrance with her.

 

"So you're Awya?"

 

"Yep. Awya Lightfeather."

 

"Gale Ironwing."

 

"Nice to meet you."

 

"You too."

 

You step outside. It's just before sunset.

 

"Wanna do this again sometime?"

 

"Pinball or sex?"

 

"Either. Or both."

 

"Sure. When?"

 

"... What about this time next week?"

 

"Works for me."

 

"Cool." You extend a forehoof.

 

She shakes it. "See ya then."

 

You nod, then unfurl your wings and lift off.

 

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