Having been publicly outed by Twilight following the Great Mattress Fiasco, Soarin and Rainbow Dash shed all pretext of abashment about the nature of their relationship. Thus exposed - to many murmurs, blushes, whistles, even a smattering of applause - there was little point maintaining their masquerade as “just good friends”. They weren't fooling anyone to begin with.

At least now the facts of their affairs had caught up to the rumors. Unburdened by concerns of stealth or modesty, they were free to engage one another in their private homes with great frequency and alarming exuberance, to which any neighbor within earshot could attest. Indeed, the pair developed a reputation as the most insatiable couple in town.

Rainbow smirked at the thought, biting her lip in an effort to contain her exuberance: She was the best at a lot of things; why not sex? She rocked her hips into Soarin's lap, eliciting a long, pleasured groan from her seated lover. Good for you too, huh?

It made sense. They were both world-class athletes, at the peak of health and physical prowess. Their bodies were trained for outstanding performance, conditioned for marathon exertions. And their desire for each other was equally strong.

Though she definitely enjoyed the psychological submission and superior force of letting Soarin do all the work, something about being in charge gave Rainbow Dash a thrill like no other. She braced herself against the headboard to buy leverage.

She used it to draw her taught sex seductively up and heavily down on his glad inches. His brow knotted over his closed eyes; he harrumphed openly each time her delightfully plump rear met his thighs with a percussive slap. Her haunches burned with the effort, but she persevered for his enjoyment.

It was the same feeling of sexual authority she relished while performing oral: Steadily pleasuring him to his limits, tormenting his broken endurance with her soft lips, then finally forcing him over the edge. Her preference for dominance was well-appreciated by Soarin, who'd quickly learned to sit back and enjoy her services when she was in such a mood.

Her steamy thoughts made her eager. Quickening her sultry pace, she detected the telling signs of her boyfriend's approaching orgasm. Not yet, you don't... It had taken several sessions - featuring unexpected, extraordinarily messy misfires - to learn all the symptoms. Now witnessing them, knowing their meaning, gave her unparalleled delight.

He writhed and tensed beneath her, nearly there. “Rainbow,” he warned through clenched teeth, “You're gonna-”

Rainbow halted her exertions to rest on his lap, watched the squinting lines of tension slowly relax from Soarin's face. She smirked wryly. He throbbed massively against her walls, offered a tired grin in acknowledgment of her denial tactics.

“You're mean,” he suggested, giving her a shove.

“You love it,” she promptly answered, pining his shoulders.

Grabbing her ample hips, he pulled her flush against him, gaining a fraction of additional penetration. She surrendered her footing to squeeze him into a charged hug, eagerly digging into his attempt at complete insertion.

“Mmm!” The act stimulated her favorite clutch of nerves.

Soarin pushed them into a recumbent position, bought leverage with his feet to take a turn at doing the lion's share. Rainbow giggled under her breath, lifting herself up by her hind legs to create just enough space between their privates for him to thrust freely. Come on then, do it, she plead silently, Fuck me.

After a slow build, he worked inside her with trademark urgency, heaving for breath in time with his eager pace. Yes, yes, fuck, yes! Rainbow's eyes lolled as she braced herself, locked her muscles into the awkward posture. She allowed herself a sultry moan; the pitch broke sharply at the clap of each thrust's rough conclusion.

“Yeah,” she called aloud to coax him back toward the orgasm she planned to deny yet again, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” Her demand issued as a shout. Rainbow had evolved quite a proclivity for adult language during their busy weeks as lovers: Sometimes contrived for his benefit, but more often she just couldn't seem to help herself. His labors merited nothing less.

Soarin's heavy breathing became a guttural succession of grunts as he struggled to obey. He was already visibly fighting against the pleasure of her wet, constricting grip. Rainbow concentrated her attention on clamping her muscles taught around his frantic shaft. His grunts became a long moan; his elbows braced against the bed for superior leverage; she could tell he was determined to cum. They'd been at this for the better part of the morning.

Rainbow grinned wickedly, dismounting his erection at the last moment she dared risk with a few brisk strokes of her wings. Soarin's animal vocalizations trailed off into frustration.

She maintained her elevation to leer down at her arching boyfriend. Desperate to maintain insertion, he'd frozen at the apex of an optimistically dramatic thrust for one ridiculous moment, looking at once potent and vanquished.

He collapsed to the bed with a pronounced sigh, looking pointedly nowhere; anywhere but at her smug features. Rainbow chuckled darkly as he mumbled curses in exasperation.

“Come on now, really?” he implored the headboard for mercy, stretching his knotted nerves.

“I like to build it up first,” she informed matter-of-factly.

This desire had its roots in Soarin's embarrassment over the frankly alarming quantity of his ejaculations. In the ultimate defiance of his shame, Rainbow had grown to perversely revel in the extraordinary volume of cum he produced. Thus she had been giddy to discover that prolonging his anticipation, repeatedly bringing him just shy of the edge, greatly increased the force and total yield of his eventual orgasm.

Her mouth watered to imagine the spectacular display of his release.

So much gooey, hot... All over him. Me. Everything. Fuck!

She lost altitude as she rubbed herself roughly in anticipation of her fantasy.

“It's built,” he assured her, rubbing his eyes.

Rainbow Dash's kink extended beyond a desire to increase his pleasure. If she was honest with herself, she equally enjoyed the control; his torment. I know it is, silly...

“It's just my thing,” she admitted.

Soarin considered her mutely as she flopped down beside him. Purposefully ignoring his rigid desire to continue, she snuggled up next to him to kiss his neck. He closed his eyes; her affections on this particular spot aroused him without fail. His leg twitched involuntarily.

Suddenly the thought clicked, as though she'd never really identified it as such: She had a fetish. A fairly innocuous one perhaps, but a fetish none the less. It brought a new perspective to her naughty desires, as though they'd just become a permanent cornerstone of her libido. She found herself absently grinding against his hip.

Soarin craned away to kiss her mouth; turned to lay on his side and push his cock between her thighs. He bucked so it would tease across the folds of her damp heat. She lifted her leg to invite him in. Their sex was sensuous in juxtaposition to its prior urgency.

Rainbow felt she'd stumbled upon some essential truth about herself, the implications of which thrilled her intimate places. She dug roughly into his lovemaking, kissed him with the weight of rekindled desire.

A new idea occurred in response to her self-discovery; Rainbow's eyes glittered dangerously. What about him? she wondered. Her mind raced with possibilities.

“So, umm,” she began without preamble, knowing she might never ask if she first planned and rehearsed and weighed the potential consequences: “Do you have one too?”

He paused. His focus sharpened, looking for her meaning.

“You know... A thing?” she flushed.

He seemed to tense momentarily. That may have been her imagination, but there was no mistaking the way he conspicuously throbbed inside her. He didn't quite meet her eyes as he began, “Nah... I guess not. I mean, I like what we do already.”

She could tell he was referring especially to her perverse delight in his sexual torment, her undeniably fetishistic lust for his abundance of cum. Her mind flashed to all those glorious moments when, drunk on heat, she'd demand he pull out and unload his incredible supply all over her. All the times she'd tried - and always failed - to swallow all of it.

So much sticky, sweet... Everywhere... Fuck!!

She clenched around his erection.

“I guess I'm just old-fashioned when it comes to this stuff,” he finished with suspicious conviction.

Rainbow wasn't buying it. “You suuure about that?” she goaded, punctuating her playful coax by rocking her hips, “There's nothing new you want to try?”

Her wet sex dragged along his straining endurance. His eyelids fluttered. It was obvious to both of them that Soarin's deception had failed. Still, he was much too nervous to admit whatever secret desire he concealed.

He distractedly resumed his slow fuck as if the pleasure brought him courage. Rainbow chewed her lip in anticipation. Everything about their union was happy. No unexplored urge of his might shake that foundation. Not a chance. She joined his relaxing motions, increasing the extent of his insertion.

“Come on, you can tell me,” she consoled in a voice strained by the pleasant sensation, determined to extract whatever scandalous perversion her zealously sweet boyfriend had been hiding all this time. Possibilities swam through her inner vision as blurry fantasies.

“Does it involve... tying me up?” she asked, failing to keep the hopeful note from her suggestion.

“I... Could get into that,” his eyes lit, ever eager to please. He guided her rolling hips, fresh excitement in his exertions.

Rainbow grinned and couldn't keep from giggling, “Okay, filing that away for later.” But she wasn't interested in compelling him to her wishes. She wanted to uncover his.

“Maybe it's... something about roleplay?” she asked. He shook his head honestly.

“It better not be a three-way,” she warned, craning away to watch his reaction. He cocked an irritated brow at the audacity, looking vaguely miffed.

“Well, good,” she affirmed. She began to feel like she was playing Twenty Questions, ready to get to the bottom of this new mystery.

Cautiously, she hazarded to ask: “Is it... Something we could do right now?”

Soarin stopped in mid-thrust. His eyes darted around briefly, looking for an escape. Then he unexpectedly laughed, shook his head in an obvious lie. His poker-face was worthless.

Rainbow had him cornered and she knew it. Aware that she was unlikely to ever drag a candid response from him, even with the added courage of arousal, she decided to press her luck. Gently, she touched her forehead to his. In the most demure, submissive manner she could conjure, she whispered, “Whatever it is, I don't care...”

She drew a preparatory breath: “Just do it. Right now.”

Soarin leaned away in frank surprise, blushing furiously. He seemed poised to argue, but the hot certainty in her eyes silenced any protest. His brow lifted; ears perked. Again his hard-on twitched powerfully in reply. She worked her muscles to respond with a clench.

As Rainbow looked on with sudden anxiety, a gradual change transfigured Soarin's expression: His eyes grew focused with lust and confidence. A confession might've been beyond him, but permission made him giddy; invincible.

“You... sure?” he offered her a way out, always the diplomat.

She gulped apprehensively; nodded. Oh boy... What have I gotten myself in-

Soarin abruptly pulled out, rolled her onto her belly, and climbed atop her.

Oh fuck. She guessed his intentions. Correctly? Oh fuck, oh fuck...

Shaking, she parted her back legs for him. Scootching back, he unabashedly spread her ample cheeks apart, kissing and tonguing her bottom before she had a chance to react.

Oh my gosh, you're really gonna... Oh...

“You- Mmmm!” she rapidly banished all thought of objection.

Besides being inexcusably naughty, it felt divine. She offered a meek mewl of approval, her trepidation melting rapidly into willing excitement.

He kissed her last virgin orifice with the same passionate authority he employed when kissing her everywhere else. The sensation, the shameless perversion, the sloppy, wet noise of his favor made her pussy gush wasted lubrication. She laughed nervously between murmurs of rapt enjoyment.

Just as she began overcoming embarrassment well enough to really enjoy it, the newness and thrill of it teasing her toward a speedy climax, Soarin pulled away, leaving her rear completely saturated with lubricating drool. He spat thickly on his erection for good measure; mounted her.

Right now?? Oh my gosh...

He spanked her plump bottom with his hard-on, humping the slippery valley of her cheeks so his shaft teased across her nervous hole.

Rainbow's muscles quivered; she gave a distracted chuckle, struck speechless by excitement. It was rare for Soarin to be so utterly confident with the dominant role. Rare for her to be so thoroughly eager to submit. The prow of his cock pressed against her taught, slick tushy.

“Relax for me,” he urged.

Rainbow took a deep breath and commanded her body to obey, though the opposite purpose was served. Nervous tension clenched her boyfriend's naughty desire shut tight. In his uncharacteristically dominant trance, Soarin continued applying pressure without hesitation, growling with dark impatience. The instant Rainbow managed to calm her anxious muscles, his girth was accommodated, forced into her spit-lubed opening.

Her wings snapped out pointlessly to full attention. Soarin grunted in open satisfaction. Rainbow grimaced at the unfamiliar marriage of discomfort and pleasure. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh...

With astonishing patience, Soarin slowly pushed himself further inside. An uninterrupted moan announced his absolute delight. She was certain he would run out of inches at any moment, but still there was more. Impossible that his modest cock should feel so large. The sensation was painful; delicious.

She felt full beyond endurance. Finally, his pelvis dug into her cheeks. Rainbow reached both forelegs back to spread them wide apart, determined that Soarin should fully satisfy his urge. Her libido screamed with savage lust.

She bought him an extra agonizing inch of penetration. Then he let his weight fall on her, driving him up her ass to the deepest extent possible. The final plunge, his thick, involuntary grunt at its apex, brought Rainbow Dash abrupt pleasure.

Mixed awe and excitement met the intense sensation of his full insertion. She orgasmed unexpectedly, forcefully digging her clit into the bed. She managed only a wracked and quiet, “Mmnn!” as she enjoyed the initial spasm. Her face contorted in a blissful silent yell. Her hot flavor pooled against their fuck-stained mattress, soaking in.

Soarin chuckled breathlessly as she shook and lurched beneath his weight. As she seized through the duration of her climax, he slowly fucked her rear, wearily moaning at the incredible sensation; the fulfillment of his well-hidden desire.

When she found her broken voice, it was a surprisingly shrill wail. She managed to transform her cry into a string of thoughtless demands: “Oh fuck! Fuck me, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it! Fuck it!”

He slightly increased his deliberate pace to match the urgency of her demands, clearly fending off his long-denied orgasm with haggard breaths and loud, unapologetic groaning. Her slippery, flexing asshole gripped his shaft like it was made for his pleasure.

Rainbow greedily humped the mattress to pleasure her sore, pink knot of nerves. She abandoned her failing efforts to keep her cheeks spread apart, squeezing a foreleg under her belly and between her thighs to aid her pleasure. Cumming once per session was usually enough to satisfy her, but clearly she was desperate for another. She mewled and moaned in sexual abandon. Her violent appreciation was unlike anything Soarin had ever witnessed.

He momentarily guffawed at her enthusiasm for his kink, but the laugh was quickly stifled by necessary concentration. Dimly, Rainbow wondered how close he'd come to asking her for this in the past, cursed his lack of bravery. This felt incredible. The pain had vanished, merged with or masked by decadent enjoyment.

Her muscled grip on his steadily pumping erection was unendurable, but when he slowed or tried to rest, his insistent girlfriend growled in complaint, vehemently demanding he continue without interruption with an unapologetic: “Fuck it!”

Her breathless demands became a mounting cry again. Her second climax was approaching impossibly fast. He'd never seen her achieve two in as little time, but the signs were unmistakable.

Realizing she was enjoying this so much finally broke Soarin's resolve. He huffed and clenched his teeth, letting his weight drive his cock deep in Rainbow Dash's lubed asshole. He found enough purchase to fuck his way to orgasm, suddenly anxious that he'd be too wracked by the intensity to free himself until he was through.

Sensing his imminent conclusion, Rainbow bit through the pleasure of her impending climax to demand, “Don't pull out! Just cum! Cum in my ass!”

The thought of his incredible volume inside her gave her a perverse pleasure that shocked her even as she asked for it. So much creamy, thick... In my... Fuuh-uh-uuck!

As he continued to work inside her naughty hole, she began cumming again, humping her foreleg to intensify her climax. She remembered shouting his name, making more filthy demands.

Thrilled by his girlfriend's fetishistic rapture, lost in lust and indescribable pleasure, his ejaculation erupted with incredible force. He lost the muscular control necessary to continue thrusting properly, digging his hips into her plump cheeks to make wracked efforts at sexing her bottom.

Rainbow's denial tactics had primed him for a truly epic release. Their shared excitement over his naughty choice of holes, the sensations offered by her firm, slick grip, dialed up the intensity of his orgasm beyond anything he'd ever experienced.

Squirt after glorious squirt of his trademark quantity pumped into her rear. The length of his orgasm surpassed his girlfriend's - he was still grunting, firing off rounds at full strength as her spasm calmed into sore satisfaction.

Rainbow shut her lolling eyes and reveled in the warm, throbbing sensation of his ongoing release. She bit her lip in private glee, all of their fetishes expressed and satisfied.