Dash pushed open the doors to the weather headquarters, the lobby a little quieter than usual. She shook her head slightly, figuring it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She walked into her office, sighing as she got inside. It was bound to be a boring day already...

"Dash."

Her side hit the wall as she jumped, but other than that she managed to stay composed. "What the hell, Thunderlane?"

He gestured to her desk, and she sat. He kicked the door shut with a rear hoof. "Cloudsdale's pissed."

"Tell me something I don't know."

He shook off her comment. "No, like actually pissed. Somehow they heard that the storm got out of control, and that the weather team wasn't responsive in the slightest."

"But-" Dash scratched her head angrily. "God, they're such a bunch of morons! We built the storm that they told us to build, and said that it would act strangely because the weather didn't agree, and worked breakneck hours to get it done, and then it has a spas over the far side of Ponyville and suddenly we're the bad guys?!"

"Yeah, look." Thunderlane kept his voice low. "They want a meeting."

"They-" She paused. "They what?"

"That's all they told me." He shook his head. "Well, what the receptionist told me. They weren't actually here."

Dash held back the urge to flip her desk over. She would have totally done it, but Thunderlane happened to be in the way. A meeting. Fuck. Those were never good. "I swear, after I've been on a nice long tour with the Wonderbolts, I'm getting those stupid idiots replaced. Half of them had hardly done a week of weather before they got there! Two of them are unicorns!"

Thunderlane waited until she'd calmed down before continuing. "So they're expecting you a week or so from now. You'll probably get a letter. Anyway, just tell them what happened, and you should get off with some BS warning."

"Yeah, I know." She shook her head angrily, crossing her arms to keep the urge to knock something from her desk down. She took a deep breath, keeping her tone as steady as she could. "I'm just mad because I don't want to waste the time on something so stupid for the usual pointless review process and eventual issuance of the same stupid penalty that means nothing." That wasn't the root of her worry, however. She'd already gotten warned about something in the past, and they were known to be more harsh and unforgiving on 'repeat offenders'. Did the satisfaction of a punch outweigh the consequences? No, but it only lost by a small margin.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. I'll put in good words if they ask. We all will. You did the best you could with what you had and you're the least at fault for any of this. If anything, the response by the others that didn't work crazy shifts is to blame." He got up and turned, coughing a few times into his elbow before exiting.

So now that she had Mac figured out, the world had to step in with some unexpected obstacles. Dash put her rear hooves up on the desk, leaning back in her chair to think. She wouldn't have cared if they'd just audited her or something. Those were always fun. She'd get the whole place to talk in cryptic jargon about everything they did, and the weather commission ate up whatever they said because it sounded like progress. There was that one guy that always thought it was thoroughly hilarious listening to them, and he seemed Dash's only ally in this whole affair. He'd been the weather boss here many years ago before he got promoted. He understood the kinds of things that they would go through in a crumby storm like they'd been assigned, but of course there was no way he was going to change the views of the others.

Maybe she was being a little harsh on the experience level. Surely there were others like... what was his name? Breeze? That sounded about right. But there had to be others with experience. She'd never met them or seen them, however. And that one annoying unicorn stood out, talking about all the complicated bits of weather and how inefficient they were despite the fact that she couldn't even grip a cloud, let alone get a feel for how they responded to different situations. The science and theory of weather fell apart quickly in practice.

"This'll be fun." She muttered to herself, pulling her hooves from the desk and sliding open a drawer with several files inside. She grabbed the one representing the current year, and pulled out a few relevant manila folders. There were only a couple papers to add with the storm now in the past, and she grabbed the one with rainfall estimates, transposing the numbers into the master matrix. If anything, they were ahead of schedule, making the storm she was in trouble about even more pointless. Of course, she'd already known that to be true, but the carefully worded letter to Cloudsdale command hadn't changed anything.

Dash started writing up a transcript of the size of the storm and it's movements, along with the concentration of where the rain dropped overlaid on a map of the town. She didn't technically have to do this, but she liked to. It created references for her own use of how a storm moved and acted under different conditions, and let her adjust with more than just memories to back up her plans. She ran a tight ship here, contrary to the belief that her friends had of her, she was sure. But they never asked her about the specifics anyway. This wasn't her dream job by any means, but she still quite liked it. It could get dreary and boring, but at the end of the day she was still providing a vital service to the citizens of Ponyville and building her own efficient little empire. And when a storm wanted to come together... man, was that fun to make. The static charge in the air when it was almost done, the rumbles it put off... it made her fur stand on end.

She filed the transcript away, tapping her pen against the desk a few times. Now came the HR chunk that for some reason wasn't somepony else's job. She'd gotten a page printed for her before she'd come in about a couple of her workers that just seemed to be doing lackluster work. Clouds falling apart, sectors of Ponyville not being covered in time. Dash sighed, looking at the ID pictures that had been taken of the ponies. She set the papers aside, shaking her head. She'd continue to watch them, but until ponies started getting over their colds she couldn't exactly prepare a good argument for firing either or both of them. Colds made flying harder, knocked off your balance just enough to make the easiest things challenging.

It'd sure be nice if she just had a bunch of Thunderlanes around, though. He was about as good of a worker as she could have hoped for. He hadn't even been looking for a job here before she'd offered him one, watching him move around some clouds to make a little raincloud on a hot day. Rainclouds were notoriously hard to gather when it got increasingly hot and dry, as it had been, and he'd gotten a little storm on all by himself. Technically, that was illegal and punishable by a fine with too many zeroes, but all Dash saw was a second in command in the making. He'd agreed vehemently to the idea, and had been working here ever since.

Dash grinned. When she got into the Wonderbolts, Thunderlane would get an abrupt promotion, that was for sure. And she wouldn't have to worry about all her work here over the years going to waste.

There were a few knocks at the door.

"Come in."

Mac pushed the door open, looking around. "There aren't a lot of clouds in here, Mrs. Weather."

Dash laughed. "Is that what you were expecting?"

He shrugged. "Ya need a little raincloud in a jar." He paused, turning to frame the wall with his hooves. "And... shark tank over there. Luckily, yer on the bottom floor so ya could install a button to drop ponies through the floor into lava or-" He did an overly exaggerated gasp. "Another shark tank!"

Dash couldn't hold back a giggle. "Is that what you think I do?"

He shook his head. "Nah, but it'd be cool though. The raincloud thing was sorta serious."

"Clouds don't work that way, Mac. Anyway, what brings you around?" She wouldn't deny that he had already made her day better, but it still left the question open as to his sudden appearance.

"Well yesterday ya saw some stuff from mah life, and ah wanted ta get ta know some stuff from yers." He paused. "Ya aren't busy, right?"

"No, not really, but despite your continued insistence that you in fact were glad that storm rolled over your farm and into the Everfree last night, Cloudsdale is decidedly more bitter, and they have requested my audience. Before you ask why, it's because they have no understanding of how weather works in practice and refuse to cut us any slack."

"So ya have to go?" Mac asked after some thought.

"Well I'd like to keep my job, yeah." Dash replied. "Besides, I assume they're just going to issue a warning and that'll be all. And you know, it's becoming a lot more clear why you like working as your own boss." So apparently she wasn't telling Mac about the danger of not getting a warning. She'd broach the subject with him... she just needed a little time to try to figure out how to say it without worrying him too much. He had enough on his plate without her problems included.

"Well after yer performance buckin' apples, Ah can't say that there's much chance mah sister wouldn't give ya somethin' for the season." Dash frowned at him and he smirked. "Just sayin'."

"I do like this job, you know." Dash said quietly, spinning a pen around on her desk with a hoof. "It's not my dream job by any means, but I enjoy it, and there's not much else in Equestria that would give a pegasus a chance to act like a pegasus at work. There's plenty of crap for unicorns, but the pegasi are really under-utilized as a race, especially outside of Cloudsdale and Las Pegasus. And the construction industry, but we both know Ponyville's pretty stagnant right now."

"Dash, why are ya so nervous about a warning?" Mac asked. There it was.

"Well, because I'm not so sure it will be just a warning." Dash replied, her voice shaking ever so slightly, words flowing forth before she could seem to filter herself. "The stupid board that reviews weather doesn't have a clue about how it works, and even when I make the best possible decision out of a scenario they get angry because I couldn't achieve impossible ends. Half the weather team was sick for that storm, and it was high pressure! We still managed to make a storm out of it, and apparently it clashed with the Everfree over a tiny percentage of Ponyville citizens. I think they got two or three complaints." A tear of pure frustration ran down her muzzle, and she angrily wiped it away. Mac put his hooves around her, nuzzling her neck. "I hope you know these are tears of anger and not grief."

Mac laughed. "Ah know."

Silence drew on for almost a minute before Dash could compose herself enough to speak in a level tone. "It's just- Like, if they just gave me challenges that'd be fine. I like challenges. But it wavers between that and impossible with some of these things, and other times when storms are easy to make we get some order not to. It's such a stupid bureaucracy and I can't stand it!" Dash almost lost it, almost broke out into tears. She gritted her teeth, holding back. She didn't like fully breaking down in front of anypony, and this was no different. She knew Mac was there for her and it wouldn't make a difference to him, but it made a difference to her. It was her ability to keep a level head around here that kept the team going, at least to a degree. And dammit, she'd approach this the same way.

Dash wiped the tears from her eyes, shaking her head as the frustration continued to turn to cool rage. She hated the weather board with every fiber of her being, but that wouldn't help her now. She needed a defense, a rock solid set of reasons that the board was wrong.

"Don't worry about me, Mac." Dash murmured. "I'll figure out something." And that she would. She had a whole week to prepare. She could get anything in that amount of time, or more closely, anypony. At this point, maybe the best plan was to get a few extra ponies to experience the same things she was.

"No ya won't, Dash." Mac replied, and Dash angrily looked over at his face to find him grinning, gesturing back and forth with a hoof between them. "We'll figure somethin' out."

For a moment Dash thought of denying him the prospect, telling him a more nice version of 'there's nothing you can contribute'. But she realized there was. Mac knew ponies all over Equestria. Powerful ponies that bought in bulk and knew other ponies near them. The Apple Family had the strongest connections of any family she knew by far. And if Mac couldn't find something of use out of that, she didn't know who could.

"Alright, Mac. If you really want to, you're in."

Mac grinned wider, hugging her against his side with an arm. "Ya know, Dash, there may be a few ponies that hate those weather guys more than ya do..."

A couple days dragged by, a plan slowly coming together despite Mac's busy workweek. As they discussed this or threw out that, Dash began to realize that this was going to be more of a gamble than she had planned. Assuming she could get the weather board to do something incriminating, she still had to release that information in a way that resulted in the survival of her job. They'd taken care of some of that. One of Mac's relatives in Manehattan could send out the smallest tape recorder she'd ever seen, so they had that as a backup to hide in her mane or something if they couldn't come up with a better plan. But it still sounded like something out of a bad spy movie, and relied too much on them saying something wrong. They rarely said stupid things, or at least things that would sound stupid to the non-weather civilian.

But besides the numerous farmers Applejack and Mac knew that hated the random, sometimes unpredictable rainstorms from the board, that wasn't anything concrete that could work out for her. Maybe they had some corruption going on up there, but she couldn't prove it. As far as she was concerned, they were just stupid and clueless. There wasn't a crime against that, unfortunately.

The issue lay in the fact that there were so few with knowledge of how the weather system actually worked that she could sway. She'd felt confident in herself at the beginning of this debacle, but now she wasn't so sure. Even if she could finagle Celestia onto the government mandated observation seating that nopony ever used, it still probably wouldn't- well maybe it would. She wasn't sure if Celestia knew much about weather. Well, she must, right? Dash wasn't sure. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. That sounded like she was just asking for help anyway. If it came to that then fine.

"But have ya considered a strike?" Mac asked, shuffling some papers against the surface of the table in the diner they'd chosen for today. "That could get them to panic."

"I mean I thought of the idea, but I can't do that in good conscience."

"Alright, so why don't ya just take a strike from the weather board then?" He asked, leaning back into his side of the booth.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Well, iff'n they fire ya just say 'no', or at that point ya could just pull yer crew out uh government employment."

"But that's-" She stopped. Would there be an issue with that? She needed a license, and to have her team vouch for her, but after that... "Alright. I got it." She pulled out a calendar, checking the date. "We've got four or so more days until I have to go. Ironically, we're going with the simplest plan, now that we actually have time to sit down, look through the papers, and think about this."

"What sorts of things do ya need ta do that?"

"Well I need a freelance license. That's not that bad, because it's usually somewhat of a rubber stamp in Canterlot. I guess the hard part is telling them what I'm going to do and leaving with my head still attached. Because I think it would be coolest to let them either give me a warning or try to fire me and be all like, 'nope'. You know, like you said. Then they can sit there with those stupid expressions on their stupid faces, and I can pull out the license as they finally get ready to talk." Dash paused, rubbing her hooves together as Mac took a French Fry from their communal supply. "I'm really starting to like this plan."

"So then, where to?"

"First stop, the mayor's office."

"Wait, why?" Mayor Mare asked, finally giving the pair her full attention.

"Well, because I'd like to operate my weather team intelligently, free from the harmful bureaucracy in Cloudsdale. We would be able to operate more efficiently and on a better schedule, saving Ponyville resources and time." Ooh, that sounded hard to refuse.

"Better for Ponyville, you say?" The mare asked, raising an eyebrow. "But this system has worked fine all along, Ms. Dash."

"That may seem true to you, Mayor, but neither you nor the majority of the residents of Ponyville see what goes on inside the weather headquarters. The storm that happened last week was nearly impossible to put together, and the fact that it only went haywire on a sliver of town is a miracle. That storm should have happened now. It's now low pressure, and my employees are working against the grain to keep it from raining. That's a lot of waste for nothing, Ms. Mare."

"I see what you mean, but I'm still hesitant to administer a new license. I've never had this mentioned before."

"Ms. Mare, you know you enjoy the weather statistics I compile every year." Dash began, leaning slightly towards the mayor over her desk.

"Ah yes, the one that always ends with a big comparison page to other cities. And you always write victory at the bottom in red." A slight blush spread across Dash's cheeks as she grinned, and Mac laughed from his chair in the back of the room. Dash only got more red.

"Well then you should see why it's such an easy decision to switch over to a local structure. We're adequately prepared."

The mayor sighed, thinking. "I'll tell you what. Get me the required majority of signatures from your team and I'll give it some serious thought, alright?" She stood up, and Dash moved forwards to shake her hoof. "But if this goes through, I hope you know that it can be reversed at any time if it appears that we are worse off."

Dash nodded. "Fair enough."

"Well then, you've given me a lot of work to do, Ms. Dash." The mayor replied, chuckling. "I'll get right to it."

"Sounds like a plan." Dash grinned, breaking the hoofshake that had gone on for a little too long without either of them noticing.

Dash closed the door behind herself, grinning from ear to ear. "I think this might actually work!" She did a quiet celebration dance. "Ooh, if I have my own weather team and I'm the boss, I could totally change my job title to 'Supreme Commander'. That's got a nice ring to it."

Mac laughed. "You got a maybe, and immediately you go to Supreme Commander." He shook his head, "but ya still have to fly this license to Canterlot for the stamp or whatever, so it's not like you aren't somewhat challenged on time."

"Pfft! This is me we're talking about. Canterlot it super close anyway."

"I dunno, Dash, it took me a while to get there to turn in a few renewal things. And I know I can't fly, but it was a really long time on the train."

"I think that'll be the least of our problems. We'll have to wait on her decision, and before then I've got to start setting up a million things."

"Like what?" Mac asked.

"Well, I have to get a deal ready with Cloudsdale Weather, mainly. Changing any part of our yearly schedule was a nightmare with them, but maybe that's just because it had to go through the weather board as well. So I dunno, maybe it'll all be easy. But then there're the signatures of the crew, not hard but time intensive, and the usual weather work. So basically it's going to be a long two days."

"Well just swing by iff'n ya need some help on somethin'. Ah've got a lot to do as well, but it's not like Ah wouldn't enjoy a break now or again." He bumped up against her side playfully, making her giggle.

"Yeah, well when I get to the point of compiling all the records of everything I've ever done for the probable audit we'll get then yeah, I might call you in for that. If you want, I guess." Like anypony actually liked that stuff.

"Hey, Ah'm fine with running numbers and that whole deal. Ah do the taxes and stuff for the farm, so it's not that out of the ordinary."

"Well don't feel obliged. It's not like I'm paying you for these things you do. Unless you want money, but I thought that-"

Mac laughed. "Ah don't need your money. Ah want ta spend time with ya, is that so bad?" He smirked. "Ah mean, ya can be pretty annoying'..." Dash punched Mac in the shoulder and he laughed.

"Ah'll tell ya what though, Dash. If this plan uh yers works and we get other weather teams ta do the same thing, that commission-"

"Weather board."

"Yeah, weather board, whatever. Anywho, they'll be pretty pointless then, huh?"

Dash's face lit up. "Oh my gosh, you're right!" She threw her hooves around his neck, hugging him tightly. "You know, I never thought I'd be attempting to do anything like this with my life. Taking action against that stupid thing and all. But it's cool, and if it works I think I might have something I'd be more proud of than a career with the Wonderbolts. And this one would last a little longer, too." Her eyes sparkled. "The mare that got rid of the stupid weather board..."

"Yeah, well whenever yer done letting yer imagination go wild, apparently we still have work to do, right?"

"I mean, yeah, but we could also just stay here and imagine my impending celibacy."

"Mhm."

Dash laughed. "Frankly, I don't know what you expected when you signed up to be my coltfriend."

"Shoot, there was a sign up?" He held up an imaginary clipboard. "Who's the poor bastard that's next on this list..."

"Oh, shut up!" Dash rebutted, laughing again. "Being first on any of my lists is a great honor."

"Ya don't pay so well, boss." Mac responded, now squinting at the same imaginary clipboard. "And the Q4 projection is down."

"But what about all the investors in Rainbow Capitol?" Dash gasped, fake shock plastered all over her face.

"Ah guess they're screwed. Better panic sell."

"And so my company rises and falls in twelve seconds." Dash said sadly, shaking her head.

"You said you were fast. That broke some records there."

"I'll take what I can get."

"You're done for the night, right?" Dash asked, sliding some papers into a folder and tossing them into a drawer. "Because I'm feeling pretty done at the moment."

Mac yawned, passing her a paper. "Yeah. Ah figure Ah'll do a bunch of apple buckin' tomorrow while yer goin' to Canterlot, if the mayor has the thing ready by then. Ah'm not behind on mah work yet, so Ah figure iff'n ya need me fer anythin' else, ah'll be around."

"Mac, I'm already feeling guilty about the fact that you're here in the first place. You should go do something fun." It's not like she really ever seemed to return favors like these...

"Eh, it's fine. You'd do it fer me." He replied, handing her another paper. His hoofwriting was surprisingly neat for a guy. Hers wasn't great by any standard, so that didn't mean too much in comparison. But it looped nicely in cursive and looked professional as hell.

"Well at some point you better need me so that I can feel less guilty about having my coltfriend work as an unpaid intern."

Mac chuckled. "Hey. Ah'm at least a temp. Pay me in undyin' love."

Dash smirked. "I'm thinking maybe you earned yourself a bonus."

"Ooh, dirty talk."

"Don't act like it's so strange!" Dash exclaimed, giggling. "I can do that."

"Yeah, but it's always so weird ta see ya like this, ya know?" Dash stared at him. "Come on, ya tell me all this stuff about how Ah don't act how ya expected, and Ah can't say the same stuff?" Dash shrugged. Seemed fair enough to her.

"Like what?"

"Well ta be honest Ah'm glad yer gettin' a little more confident and boisterous 'round me now. Maybe Ah'll end up wishing' for the days when ya were nervous about everything cuz it was cute, but hey." He grinned. "The nice thing about ya is that ya don't need a guy to prop you up. Yer independent and strong-minded." Dash continued to stare, her gaze softening as her slight smile turned to a grin. "Ya seriously never figured Ah thought about ya in a similar way? Ta be honest, fer a while Ah thought ya were just lazy."

"Hey!"

"Ah said fer a while. Probably should clarify that those thoughts were months ago. Anywho, Ah never seem ta get disappointed in anything that happens along the way with us. Sure, Ah could be more interested in my life at this particular moment, but it's hard ta be unhappy. This paperwork sucks, but yer right there, and at the end of any crappy day ya still will be, unless ya have really and luck with paper cuts. So Ah dunno. Maybe Ah needed you more than ya needed me, contrary to what ya seem ta say."

Woah, what? Dash could hardly get a sentence together. God she loved him. She looked at her desk, which was still covered in papers. She could sweep that off with a hoof and demand sex... No, that was too much of a risk and too much work later.

"Dash?"

"We're done. You're done." He was so cute when he was confused. "I'll race you back to your place."

The pair toppled onto Mac's bed, kissing each other as if it was as important as their next breath. It was ravenous and rough, and Dash couldn't imagine it any other way. It spat in the face of their previously gentle relationship, and pushed the duo on as if they were both in heat. They might as well have been. It'd been a couple days since their last, and with his sex drive and her own, that was apparently far too many.

Dash was wet and winking before Mac even brushed against her with his member, and she hardly had the patience to wait any longer. Dash pushed herself away from her coltfriend's lips, letting out a slight moan from the tension in her nethers as she slid her hind legs off the bed. They touched the floor a moment later, Mac's covers still tickling her belly as she gave him a sultry look. "You better go hard."

Mac didn't need any encouragement. He was off the bed and behind her in a moment, his stomach resting on her back as he moved up behind her. He slid a hoof between the covers and her chest, wrapping it tightly around her as he drew his hips back, his dick sliding quickly backwards between her legs as he moved it upwards, pushing at her marehood and coating her lips in a thin coating of pre immediately.

"Ah!" Dash exclaimed, feeling him tap against her entrance. "I still can't believe how big you are."

Mac chuckled, his breath gently flowing across one of her ears. "Or that this isn't a dream."

Dash laughed. "Yeah, you and me bot-" Dash cut off, losing the concentration she needed to speak, or maybe just forgetting that she had started. Mac still had enough presence of mind to go in slowly the first time, although with the amount of lube between them it was really just a formality. Dash counted the inches, felt his medial ridge stretch her that tiny extra amount and move inwards. Pleasure was already flooding into her from her stretched tunnel, the feel of his heartbeat making her feel close despite the lust. He relaxed at full hilt for just a moment, giving Dash time to adjust to the marvelously pleasurable intruder before he started. Even before he started to move, she was already trying to milk him for all he had, to draw him deeper into her warm, damp grasp.

They'd never done it the traditional way, and as Mac started to pick up speed a few strokes in Dash wondered why it had taken so long. There was just something so feral and animalistic about it that suited their needs. He lined up with her perfectly, the least possible resistance occurring as he sawed back and forth inside of her, lewd noises coming readily from their contact. She could feel the drops of precum almost constantly emerging, and wondered how long he would take. Dash bit down on his blankets, letting out a muffled moan as he hit a good spot inside of her. Maybe it wouldn't even matter when she was this horny.

Mac nibbled at her ear, his free hoof moving from propping himself up to around her body like the other one. It was the most snug hug she'd ever experienced, and she hardly even noticed the feeling of Mac's weight on top of her. He sped up with the new grip, his hind legs shifting and twitching as he pounded into her. Any trace of his gentle touch had been replaced with a need to finish, and finish as soon as possible. She may have actually driven the guy to a state of arousal where he just no longer cared. Dash pulsed around his length at the thought, letting out something between a moan and a sigh as he pounded away.

Mac's head slid down next to hers, and he removed a hoof enough from her side to be able to turn her head to meet his lips. There was tongue everywhere, contributing to the frantic feeling as they neared their peaks. The angle Mac was hitting changed slightly, angling downward as Mac raised himself. Dash was experienced enough to know exactly what that meant. She kissed him, her mind's eye stuck on a picture of Mac, up on his tiptoes as his hid hooves curled in pleasure. It'd happened with one of her coltfriends before, but it'd never been this hot. Mac's member was on fire inside of her, his unending stamina keeping the pace fast and hard. Dash could hardly concentrate on the kiss anymore, her body on autopilot and the image of them the only in her mind.

Mac was grunting, telltale shakes against her back warnings of his imminent climax. He seemed to struggled to keep his rhythm, seeming to get slightly off beat. Mac shook for a moment in orgasm, his member only half in, his backside shaking, before he slammed himself in all the way, warmth filling Dash to the core. She felt pleasure rip through her body, Mac's hooves gently raking down her sides as she came back to reality.

At least a minute went by before he slowly pulled out, nuzzling her neck as some of his seed slipped out onto the floor. Dash summoned up enough energy to roll over, and looking at the mess between her legs, was unable to hold back a grin. "How do you store that much up?" She asked, giggling.

Mac only shrugged, a bit of a grin on his face as well. "Ah'm just happy Ah lasted as long as you." He replied, looking somewhat tired. He laid down on the bed next to her, looking up at his currently dark stars. His erection hadn't died down yet, and was caught in a sort of half hard state. Maybe he wasn't done yet. Neither was she, by any means.

Dash rose from the bed, turning around and looking at Mac's spread legs. He jerked to close them for a moment before he stopped, keeping himself open to her. His face turned a noticeable darker shade of red.

Dash wrapped a hoof around his dick, stroking the length slowly and covering her fur with a mixture of their juices. She leaned down and poked the tip with her tongue, his taste spreading faintly around her mouth as she delicately prodded at his flared tip. She knew how sensitive stallions were after they came, but she had faith in herself to be able to make it still feel pleasurable. Her eyes wandered down to his balls, then further. It was always somewhat shocking to see him to his full extent, because it sorta seemed like she'd look and it wouldn't be there anymore. Like it was in her imagination. But there it was, his vagina, staring back at her. It was as wet as she was, minus his seed slowly oozing out, and as Dash teased the tip of his length with her tongue he winked at her.

She pulsed, her own arousal quickly reemerging. Dash replaced her mouth with her hoof again. She'd never gotten a great look at him in the barn, given the crappy lighting. His fur was slightly patchy between his legs, as if his body had just thrown up its hooves at some point and given up. But other than that, it just looked like any old marehood. It was bigger, she supposed, to fit on Mac, and it seemed to be pushed out slightly, presumably accommodating for other parts of him, but it looked normal. Somehow she couldn't shake the feeling that it had a masculine look to it, but maybe that was just because of who it was attached to.

"Like what you see?" He asked nervously, still red under Dash's prying eyes.

"Oddly enough, I do." The words felt strange coming out of her mouth. But it was the truth. This was literally a marehood, but it didn't really register as one in her head. When she finally got down to it, it was just another part of Mac that would feel good to him. This didn't mean she would be all over it, but she did want to see his reaction to it, and that was the really arousing part anyway...

Mac jumped when she pressed a hoof against his soaked entrance, rubbing it gently over his lips, spreading them under gentle pressure. He looked at her with a look that asked if she was really sure about what she was doing. It winked, and she took her hoof away in surprise.

Dash laughed, leaning over his body to kiss him. She made sure to get her lower stomach to rub across his nethers again, his balls dragging gently along her fur as well. "I said I'd use all of you eventually." She said.

"Don't feel obliged to-"

"Hey, I've gotta get there sometime." Dash grinned, rubbing at him some more. "Now come on, Mac. I'm doing what you wanted, right?"

"Ah just wanted ya to accept me, this is beyond what Ah expected-"

"Ha, so you don't deny it. You liked it enough in the shower anyway." Dash replied.

"Yeah, but-" He stopped short, the side of Dash's hoof digging inside him, brushing up against his clit. If his dick wasn't hard before, it definitely was now. She slowed her hoof, thoughts of everything she could do to Mac racing through her head. He winked again around her hoof, as if trying to pull it in. Weird, being on the other end of it all. "Ya don't look too happy about it."

"Yeah, well it's weird, alright? Not like, bad weird, but it's still something I've never really dealt with. Not with anypony else. And the reason I don't look happy is because I'm too busy trying to learn what you like." Dash grinned at him, steeling herself towards the goal she'd already given a lot of thought to. Dash returned to her ministrations with gusto, rubbing at Mac like she would herself, trying to hit the same places she liked. This was different, of course, but she assumed she had a good place to start.

Mac grunted, laying his head back on the bed and resigning himself to her. His dick was definitely back at full mast, bouncing at her and asking for attention. Dash caressed his clit, watching his reactions to everything she did. She wondered what he tasted like.

No, that was something she should'n- wait, yeah it was. Was it? She stopped once again, realizing with some guilt that she was torturing Mac. "What would you think of me if I did?"

"Did what, exactly?" Mac asked, propping his head up with a hoof to look at her. He tried to look serious, but couldn't keep a goofy grin entirely off his face. He probably liked what she was doing more for the intimacy than the pleasure, but hopefully she could get that to change. It just depended on how much she was willing to do to get there...

"I mean, anything besides rubbing you? That's not even that great, really. There are better things, but I'm not sure about them, and even if I am accepting the fact that it's you, does that still make me- I'm not into mares, Mac."

"Ah mean, then don't be." He replied. "Ya don't have ta do anythin'."

"Yeah, but I like how you react! I don't think about any of this when I'm doing you. It's just-" She lowered her voice a little, even though she knew that the Apple Family house was so sturdily built it blocked most noise. At least at their relatively quiet levels. "It seems so natural when I'm in the moment."

"Well like I said, you-"

"Does that make me selfish?" Dash interrupted. "If I didn't, I mean? Like, ignoring that? But that's such a wasted opportunity, and I do love you the way you are, but-" She bit her lip, lost for words.

Mac sat up, grabbing her with his hooves and pulling the mare onto the bed. "You? Selfish?" He grinned. "Reminds me, I never returned the favor from the night out in the woods." He kissed Dash, rolling her onto her back and chuckling slightly as he retreated down her body. "Don't give me too much crap for bein' bad at this." He said, pressing his muzzle into Dash's marehood before she realized what he was doing. Dash let out a choked moan that was half shock, half pleasure. The need and want came back to her in seconds, and she felt herself heating up again. As Mac enthusiastically played with her down there she began to remember the feeling of not caring what anypony thought. He wouldn't care, and she definitely wouldn't think of herself any differently. Why should she?

Dash paused in her thoughts. He'd just come in her a few minutes ago, and she knew stallions didn't particularly enjoy eating a mare out after that... But there was Mac. She saw a twinge of discomfort flash across his face, but it was replaced by a grin as she let out a coo. If he could get over his own inhibitions so easily, then so could she.

"Hey, get up here big guy." Dash said, positioning him on his back once again. Her pussy winked, Mac's following suit a moment later despite the blush on his face. Dash moved her wet lips over his muzzle, getting his member into her hoof once again and wasting no time in engulfing it in her mouth. Mac was as aroused as ever, setting to work on her as pre slid into her mouth. Dash hummed on his length, pushing his legs apart gently with her hooves to get to work on his sensitive lower lips. They were much larger than hers were and much easier to manipulate with her hooves. But despite that, he definitely wasn't loose. She'd figured it was her muscle that made her such a tight pleasure to Mac, but honestly it took a lot to not be pleasurable to him. But if that theory was right and it depended at least partially on muscle, he must be hella-

Mac twitched, pushing his stallionhood slightly further into her maw and making Dash jump out of her thoughts. She groaned, the tip barely tickling her throat. Mac wasn't trying to force anything, and he had stayed far from making her gag. Dash grinned. But his twitching probably wasn't intentional. Her marehood winked at the thought as Mac focused momentarily on her clit, as if trying to keep her on the task at hand. Mac winked just after, and Dash took advantage of the opportunity to pay special attention to his nub. It always seemed to be most sensitive during a wink, and damn did his pop out in a way that drove her insane. It was just asking for attention, and with Mac's cock gently sliding in and out of her mouth and his nethers steadily spilling his nectar, a brief thought ran through her head about how crazy this was. And how hot everything she did from now on could be.

Mac was grunting and huffing into her, driving Dash to new heights of arousal. Lust and curiosity pushed her past the final point of resistance, and she replaced her muzzle with a hoof on his cock, leaning down farther. Her tongue touched Mac first, tentatively. It wasn't enough to get a taste, but she returned shortly, flicking it around his clit as she slowly stroked his length. He tasted clean, a hint of sweetness that left as soon as it appeared. Mac jerked slightly, a heavy groan escaping into her marehood. Ooh, she wasn't going to last long if he kept that up. But she could tell she was breaking his concentration much faster than she was losing her own, and she couldn't blame him. Trying to handle just a marehood was hard sometimes. Both, well, that was just a great opportunity to make sure he was lost to the world.

Dash caught his clit in her lips once again, playing with it for a moment and waiting for Mac's groans before she moved on. She buried her muzzle in his slit, realizing with a spark of a thrill that it felt the same for him right now. The extreme heat, the tight, pulsating lips around her tongue and the very tip of her muzzle. She rubbed at his nub with the hoof that wasn't stroking his increasingly pulsing cock, wondering for a thrilling moment if she could get him to come from both places at once, assuming that was how it worked. Her imagination ran wild with the possibilities.

Dash held off her own orgasm, trying to keep the presence of mind to manage Mac. He let out a gasp into her, sparks of pleasure almost sending her over the edge. His tunnel clamped down around her, holding the tip of her tongue in a vice grip as she felt it manage to get even more wet than it had been. Her hoof slipped from his cock to his stomach, meeting tensed muscles as tiny tremors worked their way down his legs. It let up after a moment, repeating the same motion several times, releasing and re-gripping at her muzzle as Mac grunted and moaned. She let up, giving him some time to regain his breath. "Oh mah gosh." Was all he said.

"Did you just-" Dash trailed off. She knew he had, but to be honest, she'd thought he was farther away.

"Yeah." Mac grinned, letting his head fall back on the pillow as he dragged a hoof gently along her marehood, unwittingly keeping her close to the edge. One of her hind legs twitched. "That was nice."

"Only nice?" Dash smirked, sliding off of him. If she got him here, she could allow her own head to cool just slightly. Or rev up, as it often did. But Mac's member looked strained already, and she doubted he had a lot of time left... She stretched out an arm, hearing her elbow pop and letting out a breath. She was calm enough to do this right, but excited enough to make it that perfect kind of sexy. Well, in her mind anyway. She'd have to ask Mac what kind of fornicating he liked the best. So she may as well experiment with something that was in-between.

Dash nearly smacked a hoof to her forehead. Normal ponies didn't think like this during sex. She shook off her thoughts and slowly repositioned herself on top of him, facing towards his head with the best look of lust she could muster. Mac wouldn't say anything, and he surely wouldn't beg, but she could tell it was hard to be left high and dry like he was. Or halfway so, she supposed. Dash drew her tongue along his length, unintentionally teasing him as it passed over his medial ridge. So it was sensitive. She'd have to remember that for later. She slowed enough to get a flick over his head, however, getting a pleased sound out of him. She made sure to replace her tongue with the soft fur of her chest as she progressed, feeling a strong pulse or two as she neared her nethers. Oh god she was so close. Maybe even closer than he was.

Dash yelped as Mac suddenly hugged her to his chest but melted into the development, finding the romanticism of the hug clashed rather elegantly with the poking at her rear. Well, in a weird sort of way, she liked the combination. It was like one of those hard candies that would occasionally give off a burst of sour. Maybe at some point she could stop the bedroom philosophy. Or at least save it until after they were supposed to be having sex. This was just getting sort of sad.

Mac pressed upwards at her gently, her lower lips holding fast for a moment before Dash pressed backwards and they gave way. He slid in several inches suddenly, gasping at the stimulation on his already very aroused member. Dash felt him pulse twice in rapid succession, and wondered for a moment if he was about to come. She at least wanted him to be hilted...

"Woah-" He grunted, his hooves tentatively looking for purchase before nesting themselves just above the root of Dash's wings. She moaned as his fur brushed across the downy feathers, and Mac let his hooves wander, leaving tingles of pleasure in their wake.

Dash cleared her mind, pushing herself the rest of the way down onto Mac's length. He groaned, his hooves gripping around her wings, using them as additional leverage. Mac pulled her to his chest, getting a good thrust up into her and receiving a hearty moan. He took notice, letting his hooves run free around her wings as he sped up, burying his muzzle in the fur of her neck. His husky breaths hit her flesh through her coat, creating a pleasurable warm spot. Every time he retreated his member scraped at her walls and his hooves slid along her wings. Dash was speeding along to a climax she had not entirely expected not to have just fifteen seconds ago.

Two more thrusts was all it took before drops of precum became a comparable deluge. It wasn't like his first, but it always felt like heaven, her core getting painted in his impossibly hot seed. Her orgasm snuck up on her, flooding her mind with pleasure. All she could think to do was hug herself to Mac as she clenched and dripped around his length, small thrusts of his and her own magnifying in scale. She felt her marehood milk out a little more of his cum, managing to draw his orgasm out with hers.

Dash sighed as she came down, putting her forehead to Mac's as he emerged. They were both breathing heavily, but for different reasons. Dash pulled herself off his length, shivering at the pleasure his mostly hard meat could still provide. Without thinking, she just moved lower.

Mac suddenly snapped out of the afterglow as he realized what Dash was doing. He sat up, not making a sound for a moment. "Ya were gonna-"

"Well I wasn't thinking and-"

"Ah'll be on top." Mac replied with a grin, grabbing one of her hooves and throwing her onto the bed. He stared at her for a moment, thinking about the logistics of scissoring, she presumed. He quickly grabbed one of her legs, holding it to his chest. "This is a weird night." He said matter-of-factly.

"You're not wrong." Dash replied, thrusting her hips up to run into him. She quivered slightly, letting out a coo of satisfaction. Not that the weird feeling of a marehood against hers didn't keep her out of the moment to a slight extent.

Mac was flushed from a mixture of the afterglow and the orgasm he'd just had, his length staying just erect enough to keep from running into her, and his balls seemed to have no chance at leaving even a millimeter of space between him and his body. So with the worry that his jewels would get crushed out of the way, this sort of thing actually made sense. Well, in one way. "God, yer so wet." He mumbled, rubbing against her slowly. "I didn't know coming soaked you like thi-" His pussy winked, pushing his clit out so hard she thought it might get stuck. He groaned, the delicate flesh sliding around in their combined lubrication easily. Mac went in a few small circles, mushing their nerves together in a pleasurable cycle. Then he tried to lean down to kiss her, making the movement a little too quickly.

Mac got about a foot from her mouth before he let out a grunt of surprise, his face changing from pleasure to pain as he rolled to one side next to her. "Ah!" He exclaimed, shoving a hoof between his legs. He let out a pained laugh, shaking his head. "Ah knew that was gonna happen!" He moaned, and Dash couldn't help but chuckle at the rapid turn of events. Apparently she'd been wrong about it not being a problem.

"I guess you're not the perfect sex machine." Dash jibed, poking him in the side.

"We need ta think a little harder about these things."

Dash massaged her marehood lightly, easily keeping herself excited despite their break. Mac rolled onto his back, the bed creaking. He looked up at the stars for a few moments, his length slowly regaining the hardness it'd lost. Suddenly, what Dash had thought was her keeping her arousal steady seemed insignificant by comparison. She was almost there, almost to the edge, and all she wanted to do was touch him. The first thought through her head was a hoofjob, then a brief daydream about getting him off in the barn several days ago.

Dash stood up on the bed, leaning down to kiss Mac. "Are your balls okay?" She asked.

He laughed. "Yeah, but before you ask, no, I don't have a lot left in me."

"You don't need a lot." Dash retorted quickly, as she laid herself down flat on her stomach. "I heard about a position like this once, and I figure that we can try it if we're not supposed to be going fast. It's a lot like the first one, but slower I guess."

"Ah mean, that'd probably be hot and all, but ah'm kinda heavy Dash."

"Well, you do a thing where you have to still kiss me so I think your upper body is to a side." She paused. "Come on, we're wasting daylight!"

"Where did you even hear about this?"

"I mean, it may or may not have been a list of positions..." Dash replied. "And I may or may not have remembered most of them."

"Ah guess we may as well get started." Mac grinned, lining up his cock. He pressed it into her gently, coming into contact with her flank without too much trouble. His body pressed against hers, pressing her back and flank into his welcoming bed as he appeared next to her. He was deep inside her, and if Dash remembered correctly, a lack of good leverage forced him to stay there, making small thrusts as he stayed almost entirely inside.

And that was how he started, shifting his weight around in an attempt to get a better thrust before giving up. It was awkward for a minute or so as Mac tried to solve the enigma, but Dash was loving every moment of it. She was pressed into soft covers, getting slowly pleasured from behind. And as soon as Mac got this down there'd be kissing too.

He was rubbing past the deep parts of her he usually turned around at, the parts that had to wait for another thrust to get any sort of feeling again. And it felt like heaven, especially as Mac got a rhythm going, and his breathing turned labored. His lips bumped into hers before she even realized what was happening. She was off in some dream about doing this on a cloud someday, and how epic that would be. But this was just as good, as far as she was concerned.

"Fer how little ah'm movin', this sure feels- well, g-great." Mac mumbled.

"Ya ever been stuck this deep for so long?" Dash asked dreamily, failing at ignoring the pleasure well enough to keep her eyes focused.

Mac grunted. "Ah- oh, yer so tight everywhere at the same time, and it's so different." He replied, his words mostly making sense. He gritted his teeth. "Ah hope yer close."

"You can't last with me, can you?" Dash asked, raking a hoof through his mane as they kissed again.

"Ah know it might annoy ya, but in a way, Ah hope that never changes."

Dash giggled, her laugh trailing off. "I suppose it's nice, having you so close all the time. I can't be bad at sex when your body hardly seems to care if I'm having an off day."

Mac slipped, sliding back in a half inch as he fell back to her body. He groaned, and Dash tensed, the movement almost pushing her over the edge already. Dash got what little movement she could out of her tail, getting it to wrap around and flick Mac right on the marehood as he moved upwards. He let out a yelp and Dash giggled at his sensitivity, getting a taste of her own medicine as Mac bumped back into her and her nerves lit up. He was fully hilted, his sheath pressing against her clit with every thrust as she quivered and tensed around his length, his nectar running down between his balls to meet with hers. All her mental power to hold herself back flew out the window as she descended into ecstasy. With him inside her so deep, the grip she could get on his length felt like heaven. She might squish him out of existence, the way the tension felt inside her. "Ah!" She moaned, the pleasure from her backside threatening to erase all intelligent thought. Dash shook underneath him, her small movements against the blankets leaving trails of pleasure across her body.

"Oh, gosh, Dash, ah-" Mac grunted, pressing down harder onto her and trying to push more of his length inside her clenching depths. Dash attempted to draw in air as Mac pushed some out of her, pressing her further into the soft bed and surrounding her with a combination of warm fur and warm bed. As she laid there, pleasure still pushing its way through her body, her mind was stuck instead on how comfortable she was, and how she never felt like moving ever again. Her breaths were coming out staccato, and Mac seemed to realize and moved some more of his weight off of her. Cool air on her back snapped her back to reality, the final tremors of her orgasm subsiding slowly in increasingly gentle pulses.

Mac's member was pulsating hard, his half-moans revealing how close to orgasm he was. Pre was pouring into her so readily it almost seemed like he was already having it. But Mac eventually seemed to pull himself back from the edge enough to start moving again and regained his slow pace, pushing himself into her with more pressure each time, trying to get just a little deeper. His thrusts were shaky and he was having trouble maintaining the position and the rhythm. A hoof turned her face to his, and he pulled her into a kiss. Almost simultaneously his pulses intensified, sending a blob of seed deep into her core, then another. He managed a couple more thrusts before he resorted to a gentle and small grinding motion, seed leaking out of his length.

Almost immediately Dash could feel him shrinking, and knew that he probably didn't have much more in him for the day, if anything at all. They were still half-heartedly kissing, and Dash knew that in a few more moments one of them was going to pass out. Mac rolled off of her onto his back in a slow motion, sighing happily. He grabbed Dash from her prone position, pulling her into his arms and becoming the big spoon. Dash had liked the constant, gentle pressure, but she wasn't complaining about this change of positions. Anytime she was in Mac's arms felt good.

Dash murmured out her approval, snuggling into him. "Next time I'm not going to waste time thinking about whether or not to get that pussy of yours involved." She paused, continuing to catch her breath. "You're going to know how good that body can make you feel, mark my words."

Mac chuckled, his chest rumbling against her back. "I'll look forward to it." He pushed her head towards his, kissing her gently.

She felt his heartbeat through her wings, and moved a hoof to join his on her chest, smiling. Then she was out like a light.

Author's Notes:

Well as usual it's been a while. Getting this chapter to work was part of that, because it's sort of weird to write, partially because it's still from Dash's point of view. That won't always be the case, but currently it's how the story sort of needs to flow. In any case, I'm fairly proud of how this focuses more on the overarching story than the porn part, and how Dash and Mac have developed.

Maybe no one else cares and just reads it for things like the second half of this chapter, though. I'll probably never know. But damn, was that scene hard to write for some reason. They were just robots for a while, and I couldn't seem to get any character into their sex. But after about a million edits, it seems good to me. Maybe I've over-edited it and now it reads strangely. I'm beyond the point of being able to figure that out, and I think maybe I should stop having such high standards for something that's supposed to be smut. Eh, oh well.

Anyway, hope the chapter was worth the wait!