A/N: Takes place after chapter eight and is canon to the main story.

“Right there,” Dash said.

I pushed my fingers harder against the muscles beneath her wing. She moaned as I worked my magic. “There?”

“Yeah.” Dash relaxed and pushed her hooves out against the comforter. “Wow, I had humans all wrong, you’re wonderful.”

“Isn’t it great how everything is back to normal? I don’t remember how though. . .”

“Who cares? Just keep kneading those sore muscles,” Dash ordered.

I smiled and continued. With a beautiful mare beneath my fingertips, the small details could wait for later. My attempt to move up to her shoulders was hindered by her displaying both wings for me. “Hey, can you put those away?”

“Not really, unless—” Dash shifted her position and rolled over onto her back.

Both her wings were now pinned flat against the bed, and she spread her legs, letting them fall on the blanket. I found myself standing over her and looking at everything from her neck, down the curves of her ribs, to her nipples, and her glistening marehood.

“—you do something about all this excitement I’m feeling.”

I grinned and began to rub her belly. “Oh yeah? And what might that be?”

She moaned loudly. “Anything you want; this is amazing!”

I began to roll one of her nipples between my finger and thumb. With my other hand, I slid a finger inside her lips and traced the edges of her labia. Her left leg started twitching like a dog while I played with her, and her tongue hung out to the side.

She seemed to be enjoying herself too much to speak. I alternated between her two nipples, occasionally rubbing her belly to tease her.

“M-more,” she whimpered.

I put another finger inside her, rubbing her insides with their tips. She began to buck against them. Her leg stopped twitching as she pushed it into the mattress to get more leverage. I could sense that Dash was close, so I pulled my fingers out. They were covered in her arousal and I could smell the scent of fresh rain. I licked my fingers clean, savoring the impossibly sweet and refreshing taste of her marehood.

“Don, why did you stop?” she asked.

I smiled and leaned forward, taking a long lick along her slit with my tongue. She tensed up and yelped as I buried my face between her legs. A second later, she wrapped them around my head in a vice grip. She was much stronger than she looked, latching me into place to please her.

Both of my hands found their way up to her nipples while I went to work with my tongue. I pushed it in deep, hoping to finish her quickly and get free of her muscular legs. They seemed to pull me deeper and deeper inside her, almost as if threatening to swallow me.

I continued to work my magic, swirling my tongue against the muscular walls of her vagina as my nose rubbed against her clit. She bucked against my face, filling my nose with more of the aroma of fresh rainfall. Each breath of air smelt slightly of ozone and my hairs seemed to stand on their end from the static charge.

She tightened her thighs against my head and came, causing me to squeal from the pressure. My face was mashed into her wet snatch, sealing itself over my mouth and nose. I continued licking, driving her into further ecstasy. Using my hands for leverage, I was finally able to pry her off, albeit reluctantly.

“No, please, let’s do that some more,” Dash whined.

“Heh, I’ll need a minute to get feeling back in my nose and tongue.” I pointed up to my face, which was flush with the fresh rush of blood.

Dash glanced down and I followed her eye movement. “Well, Don, looks like I need to return the favor, and you got me nice and ready.”

I couldn’t deny my own arousal, every aspect of her seemed almost too perfect. Regardless of whatever circumstance had brought the two of us together, I decided not to question it. I climbed on top of her and prepared to enter her.

Dash surprised me and flipped me over, flaring her wings. She began to slide me forward as I retreated towards the headboard of the bed. Once she was satisfied by her position, she braced her front hooves against the wall and dropped herself on me.

I was caught off guard, and yet her aim was perfect. My penis slid in and her flanks slapped against my thighs, her wetness dripping down onto the bed. She had braced herself and pinned me to it, holding me tightly in place.

“Now, how about a little competition? First one to cum loses,” Dash said.

I smiled. “Winner gets to do what they want to the loser?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Deal.”

Dash felt impossibly tight around my shaft, like we were a perfect fit. She used her weight and position to keep me on the bed as she began to ride up and down my erection. Her tight marehood clenched around the head of my dick, and I almost lost control.

I reached down with my hands to tease at her nipples. She couldn’t stop me and keep me pinned at the same time. Wisely, she didn’t try to do both or I’d have flipped her onto her back.

She continued bobbing up and down, faster and faster. We began to bounce against the bed, her weight slamming us back down into the mattress before we traveled too far. She was giving me a wild ride and I was amazed she hadn’t cum yet. As for myself, I could tell I was about to lose this bet.

Just as I passed the point of no return, the wet slapping of our bodies stopped. She bored down my shaft with all her force, pinning me inside her. Dash tightened up and screamed as she came, and I followed seconds later. As my load shot inside her, the tight muscles of her pussy milked my cock for all it was worth.

After a few tense and enjoyable minutes, pinned there in ecstasy, she climbed off.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as I noticed her frown.

“I hate losing.” She crossed her arms and sat looking away from me.

“Hey, but I think you’ll like the punishment.”

I walked over to the nearby dresser and began to pull out leather restraints and a cherry red ball gag. Dash’s head was still slumped in defeat as I began to buckle the bands around her legs, just above the hooves.

“Will you give me another massage? It’d be a shame to waste those fing—”

I cut her off by pulling the ball gag into her mouth. I had it tightened in only a couple of seconds, cutting off her speech. “Losers don’t get to make demands.”

“mm mmph mm mmph!” Dash looked at me furiously, still sitting on her ass amidst a large damp spot in the sheets. She tried to use her forelegs to remove the gag, only to realize I’d already locked them behind her back.

“You’ve enjoyed bondage in Equestria, right?”

She rolled over onto her belly, trying to curl up and stop me from restraining her.

“Hey, you’ve got to be a good sport when you lose.”

I still had to bind her hind legs, yet she had hidden them under her belly. My hands sought out the spot beneath her forelegs and ribs. The entire area from there to the top of her wings seemed very ticklish. My suspicions were soon proven true.

Dash rolled over, struggling to laugh with the ball gag in her mouth. I climbed on top of her, put her back on her belly, and sat above her tail. With her pinned down, she couldn’t curl her legs back up or kick me, and I fastened her legs together. I then ran a rope from her buckled legs to the supports beneath the bed.

Another rope ran under her forelegs and over her back, allowing me to pull her taught without choking her. She was now strapped down to the bed on the edge, her hind legs poining to the floor and her body pointing towards the headboard. She was perfectly vulnerable, her pussy on full display to be used by anyone. Luckily, it would just be me.

She was still squirming, quite angry at having lost. “You’ll have to behave if you want to enjoy this. Otherwise. . .”

I reached up and began to tickle the frog inside her hoof. She gasped and broke out laughing uncontrollably, which sounded ridiculous with the gag in. If I had not been pushing down on her back with my weight, her thrashing could have sent her off the bed. She seemed incredibly ticklish on her hooves.

I continued torturing her with everything from a single finger to multiple fingernails. She was getting short on breath when I finally stopped. After letting her pant for a moment, I decided she had recovered enough for round two.

I ran my tongue along her inner thighs, drinking her arousal. On Earth I’d never seen anything like it. She was flowing like a garden hose, coating her thighs. It tasted so sweet—I couldn’t help myself. Before I knew it, I had licked her clean and had begun to probe her labia in search of more.

Dash was doing her best to buck against my tongue, but had been trussed up too well. I pulled back and heard her start whimpering. Looking down revealed I was ready for round two, so I slid into place.

This time I moaned as she seemed even tighter. Tied down like this, she only had control of clenching up around my member. I grabbed her by the base of the wings, gently at first. As I sped up, my rhythm I began to pull more roughly, causing her brain to confuse the pain and the pleasure.

Before long, I found myself plowing into her, harder than anything I’d felt before. We were both grunting and moaning in joy, before I finally shoved myself in and bottomed out. I began to shoot my seed inside her and noticed several long cyan feathers had been torn off in my hand.

I felt spent and could tell Dash was too. The bed looked so inviting that I laid down on it without a second thought. I felt some struggling, and opened my eyes. Dash had been left tied down to the bed, and looked angry. She clearly wanted let out of the restraints.

“Sorry, Dash, you lost. You’ll be sleeping just like that tonight, because you’re so cute. Yes you are. Who’s cute? Dashie is!” I cooed.

I smiled as she fumed and fell asleep in the bed.

Dash woke up in the sleeper car of the train with Fluttershy laying next to her.

[Good morning, Dash.]

She sighed and felt around under the blanket, finding a damp spot.

Great, a wet dream. How will I explain this to Fluttershy?

[I don’t know, but I think your wing is poking into her face, so you might want to stop that.]

Damn it!

Dash managed to roll over onto the other side of the bed without waking Fluttershy. She then curled a dry blanket around herself and put a pillow over the damp spot.

[Heh, that’s not gonna hide it. So, you dreamt about Soarin? I know I was, and—don’t judge me!—I was sleeping with a pony too.]

Oh, were you a stallion or a mare in the dream, you little pervert?

[Neither, I was human, and I was with a mare.]

I could feel her embarrassment and shame as she realized what had happened.

Wait, did you dream of having sex with me?!

[Who said anything about you? I mean, yeah it was, but not the real you!]

I dreamt of having sex with you, Dude, and you with me!

[Well, there was a massage and a belly rub first.]

Fuck, and then you tied me up—

[—because you lost a bet. Holy shit. We just had sex.]

Yeah. . . was that a dream, or was that us having sex in my brain?

[I, uh. . . I don’t know, but I’m not sure I like the thought.]

Yeah, it’s too weird. Agree never to speak of this again?

[Agreed. Last night never happened, and we didn’t have sex with each other in your brain.]

Good. Now, I think we can get a few more hours of sleep before we get to the Crystal Empire.

[Oh, why don’t we wake Fluttershy up and have a three way instead?]

Dude!

I started laughing as Dash fumed, and buried her head into the pillow. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing until she fell back asleep. I stayed awake a little longer in the darkness of her mind, hoping to fall back asleep into the same dream I had just left.

An amazing image I found of what Don x Dash would look like, courtesy of Derpibooru and an extremely talented artist.

Author's Notes:

Let the words of my editor be forever immortalized:

Abcron 4:16 PM Today

You little pervert
You little pervert
Aaaah aaah aaah aaah
You little pervert
I used to ponder what pony sex was like.
You little pervert
Then I found out with Dashie one night...

Big penises
Tons of cum
A beautiful mare
Will make you numb
Sharing pleasure
How long can you last?
And you'll find that you will cum fast!

You little pervert
Don't you know you're all my very best...
FRIENDS!
[Insert image of Celestia receiving a picture of the Mane 6 in a six-way here]