Not too much later, the young colt who showed us to our chamber, re-entered the spacious room flanked by two mares. One of the mares was pushing a small cart upon which sat trays of desserts including a family of confections based on a gel of starch and sugar; the confections packed into small cubes dusted with icing sugar, copra, or powdered cream of Tartar.
“Turkish Delight..!” I squeaked in a pitch that favored a field mouse over a rabbit.
The other mare carried two trays which she balanced expertly on both her arms. One was for me and the other for Rainbow Dash. Both trays were lifted upon reaching the table to reveal two porcelain bowls. Each bowl bearing a salad of mint leaves, shredded lemon peel, cracked black pepper, cantaloupe, thinly sliced fennel, blueberries, seedless red grapes, smoked salmon skin and honeydew melon. Alas the nice gentlecolt bared with him Dash and I’s main courses, sitting before us two silver platters.

“Oh boy!” Rainbow Dash squealed.
On her plate was a sesame crusted Mahi Mahi with a soy shiso ginger butter sauce. I looked down at my own saucer to find a sun dried tomato pesto pasta. My nose quivered at the alluring scents and it wasn’t long before I could hear the chomping of jaws as I looked over to find Dash already engorging herself. I chuckled at this and took up my fork and spoon.
The mare with the desert cart kneeled and removed, from a shelf underneath the cart, an ice bucket with two bottles wedged inside: one a bottle of première champagne and the other a choice red wine.

“Oh I don’t really drink…” I announced to the mare who had already fixed my wine glass.

“Oh Sebastian,” Dash drawled “loosen up a bit. I brought you here to help take your mind off things remember?”
I took into consideration her words, but I still refrained from the alcoholic beverage and instead requested a glass of ice cold sparkling water. Rainbow on the other hand, happily whet her whistle to what was a bottle of ’75.

When the three of our hosts returned to collect our silverware, glasses, and used dishes the lights in the chamber began to dim. Rainbow Dash was cuddled into my side, and lay sprawled about her end of the booth. I had my arms around her, caressing her upper body as she rested her head in my lap. I absent-mindedly began stroking her mane after a while and she sighed with relaxation.

“You know Sebastian…I’m really glad you decided to go out with me this evening. Tonight has been great…”
I nodded.

“Indeed it has Dash…Thank you.”
I leaned over and softly pressed my lips to her temple, drawing her frame closer to mine. She mused to herself, mumbling an incoherent phrase or two and then suddenly sat up straight, and took a hold of my sleeve.

“Oh! Oh! It’s starting!” She let out in a harsh and excited whisper.
I smiled and my attention went from her to the screen in front of us as the lights set at there darkest.
The screen began to roll opening credits and some cheeky music played as a short listing of cast appeared alongside the names of the director and producers. Wait a minute…Did that just say a Clop-tastica Productions, production??? The film began with an epilogue of narration.
It was late Friday evening. Simon, a colt around the age of 19, lay on the couch in the sitting room watching television, positively bored. He was in a bad mood as his mother had informed him that he would have to scrap his plans for the night to accommodate the arrival of her friend, a mare named Cathy, who would be staying for a few days. His parents were out of town at the wedding of one of his father's colleagues and wouldn't be back until the following afternoon. His younger sister went with them, so Simon would be left alone with Cathy for the night.

“Psst, Dash…Is this going to be one of those stories where the friend turns out to be a psychopath because um..I don’t think I could watch a—“
“Shhh! Hush Seb!”

"Be nice to Cathy when she arrives!" was all Simon could think about; his mother's words ringing in his ear. At the age of 19, he still felt as if his mother treated him like a kid. "I wonder if she's still hot".... Simon didn't even have time to ponder this as he heard the doorbell ring. He jumped up, fixed himself up, and went to answer the door. He opened it to be greeted by a middle-aged woman with a beaming smile. "Hi!" Cathy exclaimed. "Hey, come on in". Reminding himself of his mother's edict, he behaved himself and played the good host. The pair made their way into the hall, where Cathy rested her suitcase. "God, it's been so long since I've been here", Cathy fondly said as she took in her surroundings. "And it's been so long since I've seen you Simon!", she continued. Simon threw his eyes skywards in agreement. "How old are you now?", Cathy inquired. "Eh, just turned 19". "My god the time flies doesn't it?" Simon was now frankly getting bored of the chit-chat. He led his guest into the kitchen. "Coffee?"

I stole a glance at Rainbow Dash. She was looking at me and not the screen. I averted my eyes in haste, as to avoid eye-contact. I felt a weird sensation building up inside of me. It was sort of the feeling I got whenever I was about to throw down a card in a game of Black Jack, and everyone at the table but me seemed to know I was going to lose.

The pair talked for a while. Simon knew he would have to make a bit of small talk when she arrived. After about a half an hour and a noticeable lull in the conversation, Cathy used the opportunity to gather her belongings and make her way upstairs. "I'm gonna grab a shower I think", she informed him. "Okay cool..", "Eh I'm putting on pizza in a while if you’re hungry", Simon offered. "Yeah sure, give me half an hour and I'll be down", Cathy said and gestured two thumbs up. "Okay cool", Simon responded as she made her way upstairs. He checked out her backside as she moved. Simon furrowed his brow in approval at the lady's rather large plot. It fit neatly into her tight denims. She was sexy. There was no denying it. She was older than Simon but kept herself in good shape. Her face was unwrinkled, her chest flat and her breasts were large. She would put most mares of her age to shame, not least his mother. Best of all, she was also divorced and single.

I looked over at Dash again. This time her attention was on the screen. I began eyeing her figure. Rainbow Dash had the body of a female athlete but she was by no means butched. Her chest wasn’t as large as say Apple Jack’s or FlutterShy’s, but what she lacked in breast size she certainly made up for in plot. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the tip of her cutie mark and suddenly that feeling inside me began to bubble into something of a craving.

After some time, Cathy came back downstairs and into the kitchen. "Hungry?" Simon asked. Cathy nodded her head, a glint in her eyes. The pair talked some more on the sofa in the sitting room after having some food. Simon was taken aback by how open Cathy was about her personal life. She informed him about the men she had been seeing over the years, and what Simon should avoid with mares. Simon was half listening to her, half eyeing her up. "I know I guess my tits are far more appealing than my stories". Simon was gazing at her breasts and barely heard what she said. After prizing his stare from her mammaries, he looked up at her looking shocked. "Huh... oh I'm sorry", "hah", "I wasn't you know...". Cathy looked at Simon scrutinizingly. "Men..." Cathy laughed as she threw her eyes skywards. Simon was mortified and couldn't say anything. Cathy fell silent momentarily. Still gazing at Simon she loosened two buttons from her low-cut shirt and pulled her bra up beyond her breasts. "Now", she said. "Is that better?" she enquired in a humorous tone. Simon froze and gulped. "Do you like them?" Cathy asked as she looked down, cupped her breasts in her hooves, and began to squeeze and jiggle them. Simon looked at her breasts, nervously laughing. "You can touch them if you want".
A brushing against my arm had me turning my gaze away from the screen once more to find Rainbow Dash leaning against my arm. She was kneeling on all fours on the booth and had my elbow caught between her bosom as eyed me with an unmistakable lust.

“Enjoying the film Sebastian?” She asked in a whisper.

“I..Um…”

It felt bizarre. Simon knew that she was laid back, but this was surreal. "No i'm fine", Simon uttered responding to Cathy's previous offer. "You sure hun?", Cathy gingerly motioned. "Look this might help". Cathy proceeded to fully unbutton her shirt and discarded it on the floor. Still eyeballing Simon, she then unclipped her bra, and carelessly dropped it onto Simon's lap. She was now naked from the waist up. Her breasts became noticeably firm and her nipples peaked. She closed her eyes, lent her head back and again fondled her breasts. "We're alone together tonight Simon - let's do something fun", Cathy moved closer towards him to kiss him. "You’re a fine young colt Simon", Cathy uttered before she kissed him, first on the cheek and then on the lips. Simon parted with words, and gave in.

“Y’know Sebastian….You and I can have some fun too tonight.”
Rainbow Dash crawled into my lap. I could feel my heart rate accelerate, but not out of excitement or anticipation.

“Dash I don’t thi—“

“Shh..” She lightly pressed her hoof to my lips. “You think too much.”

Faster than I could register without lifting my bandage, Dash had already began to strip herself of her own clothing.

“W-wait! Rainbow Dash I—“ I began scooting away from her and she only leaned in with each of my movements back.
I suddenly felt my pants becoming undone, and I made a move to stop Rainbow Dash’s invasive hooves but I clumsily missed at reaching to grab her wrists, and instead I jolted at the feel of her hold on my own manhood.

“Oh my Sebastian…You’re so big..!”
I tried for her wrists again and successfully yanked them away again, but not before she’d managed to rub me into a hard-on.

“Good Lord, Rainbow Dash! What in Equestria has gotten into you..!?”

“Don’t pretend like you aren’t enjoying it Sebastian.” Dash said with a smirk. “Just look at how hard you’ve already gotten…”

“That is a natural bodily function Dash! It doesn’t necessarily mean that I’m hard for you!”
I didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t let her keep up this charade. I’d much rather something like this happen in a less immodest fashion.

Dash’s eyes held in them so many emotions all jumbled together. The most prominent being confusion, lust, and anger.

“Please Sebby…” She begged, grabbing a hold of my right arm and drawing me in close to her.

“NO!” I managed not to yell, but still spoke with authority and assertion.

I should have known that a competitive mare like Dash wouldn’t give up without a fight. As I began to rise from the booth she began to unclothe herself more. Her chest now bare and her lower half now unsheathed by any form of undergarment.

She made a move to pull me back into my seat and she succeeded. I came face-to-face (although it was more face-to-chest) with the horny, cyan Pegasus.

“Come on Sebastian. I’m just asking for this…Please? It’ll take your mind off of everything that’s been troubling you. All the murders, the loss of Rarity and Pinkie Pie. I can make it all go away.”
She cooed the words and for a millisecond I almost contemplated giving into the idea.

“I’m sorry Rainbow Dash,” I took another firm hold of her wrists, though this time I didn’t let her go and my fixed gaze on her intensified; my tone was hard and set. “No.”

It seemed that was it. The fire that burned in her irises just seconds before was beginning to die out. The lights in the chamber were beginning to brighten once more, as the credits to the porno began scrolling up the screen bottom-to-top.

“I see…” She muttered.
I didn’t want to feel like I’d let her down in some way, but the unsettling nerves were still bundled inside of me and as I released her wrists, then stood to button and re-zip my pants.

“I’m sorry, Dash, but this isn’t how I plan on losing my virginity… Even if it is to you…”
Dash sighed loudly, almost groaning in frustration.

“And why not?”

“Because I care about you, Dash. I respect you!”
Rainbow looked up at me then, hope gleaming in her soft eyes.

“If you care about me… Prove it…”
In all honesty, the prodding was beginning to make me angry, but I forced myself to swallow my frustration and maintain a calm visage.

“I am, Dash. I care enough about you to not allow you to do this. I’m not the right huy for you. Dash, I’m not even a stallion.”
Dash smirked at this.

“That rock in your trousers begs to differ.”
That was it…

“I’m going home, Rainbow. It’s been a wonderful evening, and I thank you very much for going to this much trouble. But I can’t stay here another minute… Good evening, Ma’am.”
As I turned, I could make put the shuffling of fabric sliding over fur. Before I was able to even touch the sterling doorknob, Dash grabbed my arm.

“Wait.” She pleaded.
I conceded for a moment, standing there with may hand wrapped firmly about the key to my freedom.

“Make it quick, Dash. Before I change my mind.”
Dash paused a moment, then began explaining.

“I’m leaving for Cloudesdale tomorrow… I wanted to do something really big before going… Then you jumped to mind. I never really got to repay you for saving me from Pinkie-”

“Pinkamena.” I corrected.

“Pinkamena…” Dash repeated. “But yeah, that’s why I did this… Besides… Just because you’re a rabbit, doesn’t mean a pony can’t be attracted to you.”
Her words were heavy on my frail heart, but I maintained my clutch on the doorknob.

“Why are you going to Cloudesdale?”
Dash sighed once again.

“I was offered a position in the rainbow facility.”

“I see… And you really want something to remember?”

“Yes…” Dash was practically begging…
I turned about swiftly, wrapping an arm about the mare’s waist. My gaze fixed upon her face, which had gone aglow from the beet red blush of anticipation. The distance between us was closed nigh instantaneously as I savagely began to lavish her lips, crushing them beneath my own. Dash’s own arm wrapped itself around me, bringing me impossibly close. My tongue soon forced its way between her ever-shifting folds and began making a map of her slick, warm cavern. The sound she let off as my taste began to seep in informed me that she hadn’t been kissed like this in a long time… She had quite a flavor on her as well, but I broke off before it could take a hold on me. As I pulled back, I was a bit embarrassed to see a small line of saliva connected us. I quickly swiped it off and made for the hallway, leaving the speechless mare far behind.