[Flitterdong][One-Shot] Morning Wood [Clop]

>Your good friendo Cloud Chaser let you sleep over after a drunken night of fun.
>They didn't have any extra beds, and CC trashed hers own, leaving only Flitter's and a hard ass couch.
>Flitter refused CC to sleep in her bed as punishment for trashing her own, but said she'd let you use it though.
>You on the juice didn't think much of it and followed through, crashing on the mattress and falling out while the twins settle down whatever while you dozed.
>You don't remember what happened after that.
>It is now morning though, and like every day, you awake with a throbbing erection.
>You reach down for it, feeling it pulsing from your crotch and under your hand that you tenderly caress across the length.
>Strange though, you don't feel anything from it.
>It must be numb, and a numb erection is not a good sign in the morning.
>You [spoiler]firmly[/spoiler] grasp it and begin to slowly stroke some life into it.
>After a while of this you're still not feeling the sensation.
>You increase in your efforts, traveling along the length with generous strokes.
>Strange, you don't remember your shlong having this much girth.
>Maybe there was something in your drink and you had growth spurt, and it might also be responsible for the numbness.
>You slow down a bit, gliding to the tip of the phallus and using your thumb to gently massage and stimulate the tip.
>You prod at the glands.
>Still nothing, what the hell!
>You grunt as you go back to stroking, and begin pumping into your hand.
>You feel some bit of pressure hit against your lap with thrust, but assume it just the thick blankets you balled over yourself.
>You can definitely feel yourself pumping into your hand, and you can feel the sensation in your cock coming back as well.
>Yes, this is good, Little Anon ain't dead yet!
>You begin to pant for your efforts, moaning as the feeling becomes more pronounced.
>You hope Flitter doesn't mind you blowing your seed into her sheets, but this is an emergency.


>You can feel yourself reaching your limit, and give your few final juts.
>The dam breaks, and you unleash burst after burst through your shaft.
>You can feel your cum flowing through and out, and over your hand.
>It's a lot more than you thought it would be, you must have really been holding it in.
>You sigh in relief and relax yourself into the bed.
>Your grip also relaxes, and you let go of your now limp dick, content to bask in the post-extreme-masturbation afterglow.
>You can still feel the sensation of your hand around your cock, proof of how intensely you were working it.
>All in a days wo- "*yawn* I wish I could wake up like this every morning..."
>You crack open your eyes for the first time this morning and what you see, hardly surprises you, at first.
>You See Flitter lying in front of you with her back turned, and she presses herself into your chest, that explains why you can't feel your other arm, and may explain the pressure against your crotch as well.
>You guess she really /doesnt/ mind you blasting it in her sheets if you blow it on her cheeks, and her response is to yawn in contentment.
>You're sure she can feel your hot sticky mess between her legs if you're correct about your angle.
>CC told you she had a thing for you, and she did seem pretty eager to "give up" her bed last night.
>You can assume what happened when you notice your bare chest.
"Sorry, for messing up your bed... I guess I'll have to clean all this up."
>"I think we both need to get cleaned after all that" she giggles.
>Yeah, good call.
>"I'll get up first." She says, moving under the blanket and lifting it off you both.
>Your eyes widen at what you see.
>No wonder you can still feel a grip around your cock.
>You are currently buried deep into her ponut.
>As she moves, you begin to slide out of her slowly, feeling every sensation along your now sensitive member.
>Cum begins to leak as you slide out, still connected to her tightest hole by strands of your cream.

>But that's not why your eyes are wide.
>If your cock was inside of her the entire time you were doing all that, then...
>What were you...
>Hesitantly, you move your hand again, searching for the length you grabbed before.
>To your horror, you do find it.
>You begin to stroke it, and feel it twitch in your hold.
>Flitter moans, "A-anon~" following with a sharp gasp.
>Her legs lock around your four arm until you let go.
>You turn onto your back and lift your hand.
>You stare at it, coated in slimy liquid that glistens in the morning light peaking in from an unsheathed window.
>A bit of it drips.
>The droplet lands on your cheek and slides down the side of your face.
>You just stare distantly at the appendage for what seems like a long time until Flitters voice breaks into the silence.
>"A-anon?"
>Not taking your hand down you slowly turn your head to face the owner of this house.
>She's now turned with her body curved facing you, and you can can see her(?) length laying flaccid against her leg.
>You stare into her eyes and she stares back, back in the abyss of a lost soul.
>She reads into your expression of horror and begins to tear up, moving her hooves to hide herself.
>"A-anon, I... I can expl-"
>She cuts herself off when she sees your hand move.
>You reach to her and she flinches as your hand reaches her head, her eyes shut tight.
>Does she think you'd hit her?
>You cup her chin with your moist hand and bring your lips to hers catching her by surprise.
>You reach around her and pull her unto you, and she curls up under your embrace confused.
>With your still vacant expression you stare out the window into the morning light.
>You're not sure why this means, but you're actually okay with this.
>You're still referring to her as a "she" in your head.
>Even as you feel your own self against the side of hers.
>Today is a Morning Wood kind of day.