Chapter 149

The moon shone down over the Riverfield’s rolling landscape, broken cloud formations creating dark patches not unlike those of a dairy bovine. In the midst of it all, two female warriors were locked in battle--one of them intense, ferocious, and the other looking rather bored as she fought off her attacker. Both of these women sported a full head of pink hair: one bouncy and curly, one smooth and light, complimenting her buttery-yellow skin.

I pulled my phone out to check the time--and for messages.

Hm… where the hell is she?

Six weeks had passed since the capture of the reverend’s right-hand man, and in that time the girls and I had made astonishing progress on many fronts. Pinkie’s training for one, had gone very well after an unpromising start; once I’d learned how to maintain her attention, however, she turned out to be a much more focused and enthusiastic student. Her fighting style had become refined yet simple, like mine, while adding in her own little flavours, which could be described as ‘unorthodox,’ for lack of a better term.

This was a good thing, in my opinion, as very few opponents would able to contend with the curve balls she would surely hurl their way--sometimes in hilarious fashion.

The Ministry, as predicted, had been quiet; we, however, were not.

Twilight and Sunset, with the help of Mr. Ingram, had made significant strides in learning the layout and security systems of Father Tirek’s tower, the fortress from which his entire operation was run. Obtaining information was not as easy as other buildings, though. Blueprints taken from the city database were largely incomplete and simplistic-looking--far too simplistic for what this structure was used for.

More investigation was needed, and even though it took more time to do, it was really no challenge for the brilliant duo. After learning who the contracting company behind the fortresses design was, Sunset got into contact with them to discuss a phony project of her own, and in doing so was able to join her mind with the man behind the blueprint, harvesting a great many secrets from him in the process.

As for me, the ‘vibes’ I’d been radiating had fortunately only lasted a few days before reducing to a low-level signal. This was a good thing, since the amount of ‘service’ expected from me was unmanageable; luckily I had the excuse of having to go to work until things returned to normal--or near normal, to be accurate. As with before, the energy didn’t disappear completely, rather, it was expected to hang on for several weeks, just as it did after the rescue mission: strong enough to notice, but not so strong that the girls couldn’t control themselves.

Overall, things were going well. Training was progressing on schedule, and the plan to take down the Ministry was nearing completion--assuming they didn’t make a move that would require us to change our strategy.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, returning my attention to the fight. Pinkie continued to advance on the shy girl, forcing her back, but unable to score any actual hits on her. Fluttershy was a step ahead, every single time; every punch was blocked or missed the mark entirely, every kick was stopped by a slip-on shoe and frilly sock wearing foot.

Pinkie responded by turning up the throttle, which I knew would be futile against such a precise opponent like Fluttershy. What she needed was to employ one of her little tricks, but I said nothing--Pinkie needed to learn for herself that the only way through a locked door is to escape through a window.

With a weighty thrust, Pinkie drove both fists at the shy girl’s chest, which was blocked when Fluttershy crossed her forearms to absorb the blow, which had enough power behind it to knock her back a few steps. Using the space created, Pinkie threw her hands to the ground and cart-wheeled forward, using her feet to kick on their way down.

The attack missed, however, and after returning to her feet, Pinkie threw a right hook that was blocked by a slender, yellow forearm, followed by an attempted uppercut, which was also thwarted when Fluttershy caught Pinkie’s wrist, stopping her fist just inches from her chin.

Face-to-face with eyes narrowed, the girls stared each other down, locked in stalemate.

I cocked my head, rubbing my chin as I waited to see how Pinkie would handle the situation.

“You’re getting better,” Fluttershy said softly. “But you need to be faster, and you’re, um, patterns are becoming too easy to predict.”

“Oh yeah?” Pinkie replied with an arched brow and a smirk. “Even this?”

The shy girl’s eyes dropped when the captive fist opened before her chin, revealing a small stone sitting in its palm, shimmering with pink energy. “Oh dear…” Fluttershy murmured, her eyes widening suddenly.

BOOM!

A bright flash illuminated the field in an instant, and the two girls were blown in opposite directions, landing and rolling in the mixture dried and lush, freshly sprouted grass that covered the ground.

“HA!” I laughed, bringing my hands together in applause as I stepped forward into the battle zone. “Beautiful, Pinks! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Think unpredictably, fight around your opponent’s strengths, use your magic, and you WILL win, every time.”

The party-girl sprang to her feet, grinning from ear-to-ear. “You liked that!?”

I snapped my fingers and pointed at her. “It was perfect, Pinks. Brilliant. Anyone who’s able to take Flutters down like that had got to be on their ‘A’ game, so you should be proud of yourself.”

Giggling, Pinkie brought her hands together and clutched them to her chest, bouncing with glee.

“I must ask though, darling,” Rarity said, raising a finger. “Where did you get that stone from?”

Pinkie shrugged. “I picked it up when I did the cart-wheel. That was the whole reason I did that.”

“Heh!” Apple chuckled, tipping her hat back. “Now that’s usin the old noodle!”

“Agreed,” Rarity added, along with a golf clap. “Very clever.”

I turned to look over my shoulder at Sunset and Twilight, who stood together a short distance away, their faces lit by Twilight’s phone. “D’you guys see that?” I asked, prompting them both to look up at me.

They looked up at me one at a time, then shifted their eyes onto the party-girl.

“Oh… hey yeah, that was great, Pinkie,” Sunset said.

“Yeah, good job,” Twilight added somewhat absentmindedly, before the both of them returned their attention to the screen.

I shook my head, knowing that was about all the reaction we would get from them. Clearly, they were discussing the building --as they had been for weeks-- and as usual, they tended to become so engrossed in it that they became oblivious to what was happening around them.

“Are you OK, Fluttershy?” Pinkie asked from behind me, prompting me to look in the shy girl’s direction, some forty feet from the party-girl’s position.

“Ugh…” The shy girl groaned softly as she got to her feet, blinking her eyes widely. She forced a smile and nodded after a moment, giving a thumbs-up in Pinkie’s direction.

“Heh heh heh!” AJ laughed, clutching her stomach when she saw the shy girl’s hair, which had been blown straight back behind her during the blast. “Fluttershy --heh heh!-- ya look like ya just did a space jump er something! Heh heh!”

Grimacing, the shy girl reached up to smooth her hair, her cheeks beginning to darken in the moonlight.

“Oh, darling,” Rarity cooed, stepping toward the shy girl while facing Applejack. “Don’t make fun of her, Applejack! You wouldn’t like it if you were laughed at after having an explosion go off in your face.” The fashionista pulled a white and gold brush from her handbag as she approached Fluttershy. “Luckily, I come prepared for just such an emergency.”

“Tsh!” AJ sneered as she watched Rarity run the brush through the shy girl’s hair. “I was just having a lil’ chuckle, Rarity; it ain’t no big deal--right, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Um, no. I guess not.”

“Hold still, darling.”

I shook my head, having a little chuckle of my own--not because of my girlfriend’s hair, but the irony of it all. A year ago, when I first met these girls, during our little misunderstanding, one of Pinkie’s explosive rocks had landed right next to the shy girl, putting her life in extreme danger. At the time, it was a big deal; now, the exact same thing just happened and it was actually kind of funny.

Applejack reached up to adjust her hat. “You think I’m bad, just imagine if Rainbow Dash was here! She’d be teasin ya ‘til the cows came home.”

“Where is Dashie, anyway?” Pinkie asked, marching through the tall weeds to approach me. “Have you heard back from her yet?”

I shook my head. ”No. I just checked a minute ago.”

“You did send out the notification fer tonight, right?” AJ asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Like, four days ago--and she said she would be here, so I dunno.”

“You don’t suppose she went out in suit, do you?” Rarity asked, turning away from brushing Fluttershy’s hair.

“I think she knows better than that,” I said. I turned to face Twilight and Sunset again. “Hey, Twi? Can you see where Dashie is?”

Twilight glanced up at me for a moment. “One sec…” She swiped and tapped at her screen for a moment, and then looked at me again. “It looks like she’s at home--or her phone is anyway.”

“That still doesn’t mean she hasn’t gone out and simply left her phone at home,” Rarity pointed out.

“I dunno. I don’t think she’d do that,” Applejack said.

I raised my hand to wave the topic away. “It’s fine. I’ll go find her in the morning. Right now, we gotta keep going.” I brought my hands together and rubbed them. “Ok, Pinks, who’re you gonna spar with next?”

“I don’t care!” Pinkie shrieked, sweeping her finger across the field to point at each of us. “I’ll take any one of you on!”

I pointed at myself. “How about me?”

Her face went blank suddenly. “Uhh…”

*****

Morning. The sun had risen over an hour ago, and its warm, comforting light flooded into Rainbow Dash’s apartment windows in the form of wide, rectangular beams that cast glowing squares on the carpet.

The athlete herself was slouched down on her couch, staring at her laptop screen. Thinking the night was free, she’d started out by playing video games for several hours, unaware that she was supposed to be at the Riverfield with her friends. By about 5:00am, however, she’d gotten bored with gaming --or more accurately, less interested in light of something else-- and she turned the TV off in favour of opening her laptop in search of a different type of entertainment.

The type of entertainment she desired was a very specific one; something that would help her to relieve the bit of tension she’d noticed building up in her nether regions. This activity had become a more regular habit in the past few weeks, ever since the incident at Golden Arrow’s place of work, the result of which was an irresistible energy that caused Rainbow Dash and her friends an insatiable craving for sex--a craving that she relieved by herself the very second she was along in her apartment.

The sensation it created was phenomenal, and if left her wanting more. It had faded over time, though, and she was left with watching cheap pornography in hopes that it would generate the same level of arousal--which it never did.

Still, it never hurt to try. Repeatedly.

“Awww yeah…” she smirked to herself, slipping her hand under the laptop and inside her pyjama pants. “Mother’s teaching her daughter how to fuck.”

Dash bit her lip, watching the poorly acted scene play out; a nervous looking young man sat on couch in a fancy-looking living room, his body tense as a young, small-breasted girl with braces pulled his pants down, revealing his erection while a botoxed woman with mismatched implants watched on, coaching her ‘daughter’ to suck the young man off.

“Yeah, suck that big dick,” Dash whispered as her finger slipped into the moist slit between her legs, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body as she watched that veiny mast disappear down the young girl’s throat. Oh god, what I wouldn’t give to have one of those in my mouth right now… she thought, biting her lip as she stroked herself slowly, but firmly. Hngh… I’d take it in my mouth first, then in my p--

The video froze suddenly, much to her dismay, taunting her with that infuriating pinwheel, spinning perpetually in the center of the screen.

“UGH!” she growled, teeth gritted. “Fuck, the wi-fi sucks here!” She brought her free hand up to rub her temple, hoping to relieve her frustration. “They’d better fix this shit soon or I’m gonna move out.”

Just as she began to circle her clit with her middle finger to pass the time, Rainbow Dash was interrupted by a firm knock at the door. Holding her breath, she turned her head to face the source of the sound, furrowing her brows. Who the hell is this now? she wondered.

“Who is it?” she asked, after clearing her throat.

“It’s Golds,” a familiar, but muffled male voice answered through the door.

It was probably the best and worst voice Dash could have imagined hearing right then, all at the same time. “Golds? What are you doing here? Am I getting another free car?”

“Answer the door, Dashie.”

Sighing, she slid the computer to the side, setting it on the cushion before hitting the pause button, which had no effect. She hit it again--still nothing. The pinwheel just kept spinning. “Shit!” she whisper-yelled, hitting the button several more times.

“Dashie?”

“Dammit!” Rainbow Dash shook her fist at the computer, gritting her teeth in frustration. “Come on, you fucking thing! PAUSE!”

“Dashie!”

“Ugh!” She reached up to pull her hair, standing from the couch to make her way to the door. After just two steps, she spun around again to point at the laptop. “You better fucking be paused,” she threatened, “or so help me, god!”

“The fuck’s going on in there?”

“Yeah, I’m coming! Hold your horses!”

Outside in the hall, I listened as the athlete shuffled around inside the apartment, making her way closer to the door, the locks of which eventually clicked so it could be swung open, revealing the rainbow-haired girl herself.

She looked somewhat flustered, which was odd, considering her casual outfit. Her muilti-coloured hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving just a few of her bangs to hang loose across her forehead. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a red collar and short, red sleeves, its front decorated with a rainbow-coloured lightning bolt protruding from the bottom of a cloud.

Below that, she was wearing a pair of dark blue yoga pants, decorated with multicoloured triangles. Her feet were bare, showing off her little toes, the nails of which were surprisingly decorated with purple nail polish.

“Hey, s’up?” she greeted, trying and failing to look casual.

I put my hands out, shrugging my shoulders inquisitively. “Forget something?”

Her brow became creased, her eyes darting side to side. “Uh… no?”

“Oh, really?” I replied, folding my arms. “You don’t remember getting a text a few days ago saying to meet us at a certain field? And you don’t remember saying ‘yes, you’d be there?’”

Dash’s jaw dropped. “What? There was training last night!?”

My brows went up. “Uh… yeah.”

“I thought that was tonight!”

“No, it was last night.”

“But I coulda swore you said ‘Saturday!’”

“I did.”

“Well… that’s tonight!”

“No, it was last night; most of it takes place after midnight, which makes it Saturday--morning, technically.”

“What? That’s stupid! When you say Saturday, obviously I’m gonna think Saturday night.”

I shook my head. “That’s how we’ve been saying it all along.”

Rainbow Dash stood there for a moment, then she rolled her eyes and let her shoulders drop. “Ugh… fine. Whatever. Sorry I missed it, are you happy?”

“Are you happy?” I fired back. “Pinks blew Flutters sky-high with one of her explosives; it was fuckin hilarious, and you missed it.”

“AWW!”

I gave her a shrug. “Hey, I tried texting you --multiple times, actually-- and you never answered me. Did you go somewhere and leave your phone behind?”

Dash huffed and folded her arms. “No, I was here. My phone died, so I plugged it in in my room. I guess I didn’t hear it go off; sorry.”

“You didn’t hear it? What were you doing all night?”

“I was playing some games n’ stuff, and uh…”

She hesitated for a few seconds, but when the she did, the sound of a recorded voice rang out from the couch.

”Oh my god, mom! His cock looks SO good inside of you!”

Dash’s eyes widened, and the colour promptly drained from her face.

I lifted my head to peer over her, listening. “The fuck is that?”

Her head whipped around to face the couch, her ponytail nearly slapping me in the process. “Aw crap…”

This embarrassing little twist of fate quickly piqued my interest, and, curious to know what she’d been up to all night, I reached out to grab her arm, figuring she would use her magic to speed off and stop whatever she was watching.

Sure enough, she tried to dart away, nearly yanking me off my feet when a burst of colour shot out of her back and then puttered out when she didn’t go anywhere. She looked back at me, not expecting to be held in place like this.

“Hey! Let me go!”

“No-no, I wanna see what you’ve been up to all night,” I replied as I swung the door shut behind me before heading for the couch, pulling her long by the arm.

We stopped in front of the couch for a moment while I watched the laptop, trying to figure out what was going on in the video.

“Huh…” I released Dash’s arm and reached down to pick the computer up, sitting down in its previous place and resting the device on my lap. “What is this, like, some mother/daughter shit?”

Dash huffed and folded her arms awkwardly, unsure if she wanted to run away or try to take the laptop from me.

I glanced up at her for a moment. Then I reached over to pat the cushion beside me. “Sit down.”

Rainbow Dash cringed. “Seriously?”

“Yup. You missed training last night; the least you could do is make your time up by sharing some free porn with me.”

“Ugh…” She looked around the apartment, tapping her foot anxiously. Eventually, she sighed, evidently deciding that the cat was already out of the bag as far as her watching porn went, and there was probably no physical way of getting the computer away from me so she might as well just roll with it.

Plus, she did make a legitimate mistake by missing training night.

“Fine,” she said, sitting reluctantly next to me and folding her arms as she looked over at the screen.

“So, you didn’t answer my question,” I said, watching the screen.

“What’s that?”

“Is this supposed to be one of those ‘mother teaching her daughter’ kind of videos?”

“Ehh… yeah. You can read the title, can’t you?” Dash snarked.

“Well yeah, but… why do the women look the same age? The only difference is that the supposed ‘mother’ has really bad implants and a bunch of tattoos.”

Dash rolled her eyes. “Well, they’re not really mother and daughter; they’re just actors.”

“Actors, sure.”

She snorted. “Yeah, they’re pretty bad, but you know what I mean.”

I glanced over at her, raising a brow. “Is this the kind of thing you’re into?”

Dash looked a bit defensive. “No--I mean, not usually. I was just… kind of in the mood to see a dude get piled on by chicks, and this is what I found… so far.”

My eyes began to drift around the athlete’s messy apartment when I heard this. She wanted to see a dude getting ridden by a bunch of women? This scenario sounded awfully familiar to me. Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned to face Rainbow Dash again.

“You’d think that, as a woman, you’d rather see a woman with a bunch of guys,” I suggested, making her cheeks glow slightly. ‘It’d be more relatable for you, wouldn’t it--or a more likely fantasy, I guess?”

“Uhh…” Her brows furrowed slightly. “Well… that’s kinda hot too, I guess. Sometimes.”

I faced the screen again. “Here, let’s find some.” I clicked on the search bar and began to type. “Gang… bang…” I muttered to myself before hitting ‘enter.’

Dash pinched the bridge of her nose, keeping her eyes closed while I read through the list of matches.

“Hmm… Oh! Here we go,” I said, clicking on a video. “I bet this one’ll be messy.”

Dash opened one eye to read the title. “Eight guy creamp--OH GOD!” She turned away and shook her head.

“Hey, this is your fantasy, Dashie, you just don’t know it yet.”

The video was fairly long --just over half an hour-- during which time both Rainbow Dash and I had become engrossed in the video. I myself had been maintaining a low-grade erection throughout most of the film, which I was able to keep hidden under the laptop.

Dash, in the meantime, had huddled closer and closer to me--for a better view, of course. The assumption that she was also turned-on was an easy one to make, given that she’d been watching for what must have been hours already, which I now understood was the reason for her odd behaviour when she answered the door.

The nice thing about Rainbow Dash was that she was easy going, which meant I could be comfortable doing something like this with her since she and I weren’t sexually attracted to one another in the least; we could just hang out and have fun without complicating things.

And we were having fun. It didn’t take long for her to loosen up once the video started, and she was cracking jokes and making fun of the male actors’ hairy asses as they each took a turn with the young female star. One thing that was a bit odd, though, which I probably should have picked up on, was how quiet she got as the end of the video drew near.

The two of us stared at the screen, me rubbing my chin as we watched the latest male star quiver and moan as he unloaded inside the messy young woman, eventually withdrawing to reveal yet another white river that dumped down into the girl’s backside.

“Jeez, they sure made a mess of her,” I said, glancing over at Dash, who was biting her lip and watching intently.

“Mmhh…” she mumbled, nodding slowly.

“How many’s that?”

“I’m not sure; I lost count.”

“Is that it then? I can’t remember if--Oh, there’s another one,” I chuckled.

Dash exhaled through a pair of pursed lips. “Fuck, man. I wonder what it feels like to get jizzed in that many times…”

I looked over at her with half a mind to tell her to ask Fluttershy, but ultimately decided against it. After the last load had been delivered, the camera backed away for a wider shot of the young starlet, whose entire abdomen was, by that point, sprinkled copiously with gobs of white. She reached down to use her fingers to spread herself open, letting more of the multi-man semen mixture run out of her as she smiled for the camera in an oddly polite manner.

I shook my head, scowling. “I don’t know why they have to do this part. They should just end it after the last dude pulls out; now it just looks like she’s posing for a graduation picture or something.”

“Just stop the video,” Dash said, with a hint of condescension.

“Oh… good idea.” With the video over, I glanced over at the rainbow-haired girl. “How was that?”

“Iiiiit was kinda hot,” she confessed. “Having all those guys get off in her; it made her seem kinda powerful in a way. Like she called the shots, and they weren’t allowed to finish until she said they could.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t bad,” I agreed. “So…? What do you wanna watch next? Gloryhole? Lesbian? Cumshot compilation?”

I looked to my left and found a large pair of cerise eyes staring mindlessly into mine. I stared back for a few seconds before breaking contact to let my eyes dart around the room.

“Uh… Dashie? You there?”

She stared a brief moment longer, and then she blinked several times quickly, snapping out of her… whatever it was.

“Uuhmm… sorry,” she muttered, looking down at herself and shaking her head. “I was just… thinking about something.”

“Ah… yeah.” I nodded. “I was just asking what you wanted to watch next--if anything.”

Rainbow Dash drew a breath and looked at the screen, her brows furrowed a tiny bit. “Oh… weeeeell… I don’t know if the thing actually I’m thinking about is on this site.”

“Is there another site you use?” I asked, like an idiot.

With a quick glance at me, she reached for the keyboard. “Yeah… here.”

I withdrew my hands from the keyboard to let her type, and after letting her little blue fingers hover over the keys for a moment, she suddenly reached up and grabbed the top of the screen to slam the laptop shut. Then she shoved it off my lap.

My head turned to the right to follow it, watching as it slid across the cushion until it bumped softly against the armrest. When I faced Dash again, I was surprised to find her thigh sliding across my lap, those little blue hands grabbing my shoulders as she quietly straddled me. Biting her lip and looking somewhat torn by what she was doing, she let her weight settle on top of me, pressing her surprisingly warm crotch against my abdomen.

Befuddled by the unexpected advance, I placed my hands on her thighs and then quickly removed them again, closing them into loose fists as I kept them in the air. “Uh… hi. How are you?” I said, very slowly.

“Alright, look,” she said, exhaling through her nostrils as she licked her bottom lip. “I’m gonna level with you.”

“OK…”

“See…” She paused to bite her lip again, her eyes shifting up to the ceiling. “The thing is, you’ve… kiiiiinda caught me at a bad time--which is awesome for you.”

“It is?”

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, looking at me again with wide eyes.

“When--I mean, why, er… how did this, uh…?” I stammered. “I thought you and me were just… like… I dunno, buddies or something?”

“We are!” she blurted. “I mean, yeah. We’re cool. We’re not like that. It’s just…” She paused to clear her throat. “I just--… ever since the other week, when you had all that magic, I dunno, energy stuff going on, I was just like… ooooooh, fuck. It made me CRAZY.”

“Yeah, uh… sorry about that. It was kinda getting to everyone, I guess. Trust me; I wasn’t doing it on purpose.”

“Yeah well, it went away… mostly,” she explained, crossing her forearms behind the back of my neck, which placed her elbows on my shoulders, bringing her face that much closer to mine. “But now I keep getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it, and… it won’t go away.”

I cleared my throat. “It won’t?”

“It’s OK,” she said quickly. “I don’t think this should change anything between us, it just that… just this once, I was wondering if maybe you could… I dunno… do a friend a favour?”

“A favour?”

Rainbow Dash came even closer, close enough that those multi-coloured bangs of hers brushed my forehead, and that I could feel the warmth of her breath hitting my face. “You know… help a girl out.” She wiggled her hips just a little, letting her crotch rub against the bulge in my pants.

I drew a breath, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this was Rainbow Dash, seated on my lap, rubbing her junk against mine. “I, uh…”

She gritted her teeth suddenly, pressing her forehead against mine as she glared into my eyes. “GRRR! You can’t leave me like this! I haven’t been able to shake that feeling you gave me ever since it happened; I’ve been watching porn for like… the last FOUR HOURS, and then you show up here with your sexy vibes bullshit and your… fucking hot… I--… FACE!”

“OK, OK!” I said, placing my hands on her shoulders to calm her down. She kept her forehead on mine, however. “Relax, Dashie. Take deep breath, OK? Let’s just, we should talk about this, because you and I aren’t really… I mean, you’re only feeling this way because of--“

“Golds…” Rainbow Dash sighed and shook her head, rolling it against mine. “Fluttershy said I get a freebie. Are you gonna fuck me, or what?”

I was at a loss for words, which seemed fine with Dash, as it became clear within the next few seconds that she had other plans for my mouth. Eyes closed and head tilted, she came in and touched her lips to mine, sharing their warmth and surprising softness with me as my nostrils became filled with a scent that reminded me of Froot Loops cereal.

Her hands suddenly gripped the back of my head to pull me into the kiss, a soft whimper coming from her throat as her mouth pressed aggressively against mine, her hips thrusting forward to grind her extremely eager lady parts into me.

Once her tongue decided to make its entrance, my hands eventually relaxed and settled onto her hips, squeezing their petite shape between my fingers. Rainbow Dash was a tiny girl; short and small-framed, but lean and firm. There wasn’t a single inch on her body that didn’t consist of solid muscle under that soft, blue skin--not bulky or heavy muscle, of course, this girl was streamline-built for speed and finesse.

Her voice cracked, just like it always did when a soft moan slipped from her throat. Her breathing had become heavy, and it blew nosily from her nostrils across my face while her tongue slithered around the inside of my mouth. After licking every inch of my tongue to make sure it was covered in her saliva, Dash separated our lips, creating a soft smack when the slight suction was released. She followed this with a playful nip on my bottom lip, pinching it gently between her teeth.

Then she leaned back, panting with excitement as she reached behind her head to yank the hair elastic out, freeing her ponytail and then shaking her head to loosen it up with a flash of bright colour and a gust of fruity scent. It spread across her shoulders like a curtain, surrounding that azure face with the entire spectrum, its edges ratty yet soft, both around the bottom edges and across her forehead.

“Wow,” I muttered as she glared hungrily with those intense cerise eyes.

“Damn right,” Dash huffed, placing her fingertips on my cheeks and leaning in to reconnect our lips for another group of noisy, wet kisses. After a short pause and a stare, she dove in deeper; our mouths opened in synch this time, our tongues meeting in the middle to swirl and dance around one another, tasting each other’s favours.

In the meantime, my fingertips had slipped inside the hem of her shirt, sliding it up to expose her back. A quick breath shot into her nostrils when she felt the cool air on her skin, and she quickly straightened her posture as the shirt was slipped past the light gray sports bra that she wore underneath.

Dash made a little noise when she broke the kiss once again to finish the job for me. After pulling the shirt over her head, she tossed it over the back of the couch and then took a moment to brush her bangs from her eyes, giving me a moment to observe the constrictive undergarment.

It was no wonder I thought she was flat-chested. That sports bra pressed her bust flat like pancakes--save for the little bump in the center of each one; I could understand her not wanting them flopping around, but this alternative looked far more uncomfortable.

She came in again to reconnect our mouths while I set about removing the skin-tight garment. I reached around and clawed at the bottom elastic, trying to slip my fingers under it so I could pull it up, but the edge was extremely stubborn.

“Jmmft rrrp mtmf,” Dash mumbled, her words garbled by the lip-lock.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Wha?”

“Just rip it off,” she panted. “Quit fucking around.”

After giving her a quick scowl, I plunged my fingers into the center of the bra at the dip of her collarbone and pulled, tearing the fabric away as easily as a paper towel. A firm pair of powdery-blue breasts promptly flopped free, modest in size, but very-well suited for Dash’s small frame; they weren’t much larger than Twilight’s breasts, surprisingly, but they carried a much rounder, fuller shape.

The difference was obviously more apparent when wearing the Mistress suit, as the added mass given by the shape of Dash’s made them bulge from the neckline much more than Twilight’s. When bare, however, the pull of gravity created the illusion of a lesser mass advantage over the lavender girl, but like the lavender girl, this made them no less lovely to behold.

Completing each of the fleshy, blue masses in front of me were a pair of prominent and very stiff nipples; their colour was closer to a royal blue, somewhat darker than the mauve-ish nips of the other blue-skinned girl I’d seen recently, with small areolas that were barely larger than the nub itself--though they were surely bigger when the nipple was relaxed.

They were honestly quite lovely, but I had only a split second to gaze upon them before my nose ended up between them. In a fit of excitement, Dash had wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and hugged my face straight into her chest, tipping her head back to pant into the air as her abdomen ground against my stomach.

The feel of her hot, smooth skin against my cheeks triggered my instincts, and I began planting kisses up her sternum and then across her left breast until I found her nipple, which I took between my lips, sucking, licking and nibbling away at that throbbing little bud.

Dash’s chest heaved with each breath, squashing her soft breast against my mouth as it remained latched to her nipple. She bit her lip, feeling her electric blue skin tingle under my touch, my hands brushing gently up her bare back, rainbow-coloured hair tickling the backs of my fingers and knuckles as they traveled upward toward her shoulder blades.

A sharp gasp rushed into her throat when I switched to her other nipple, warming it with my saliva as she let her head tip to the side, eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. After a moment’s worth of teasing, I left that stiff bud behind to tingle in my wake as my lips made their way up her breast to her collarbone, where I nipped at her skin, making her skin become riddles with goosebumps in response to the air coming from my nostrils.

My manhood, meanwhile, pressed against the inside of my pants, which in turn poked the underside of Dash’s backside. Her hips continued to gyrate ever so slightly, generating a small measure of sensation that crawled up my spine, enticing me to continue my journey up her neck, kissing her soft, warm skin until the tip of my nose brushed her earlobe.

With her hair tickling my cheek, her fruity scent quickly entered by nose, a scent that enticed a certain playfulness in me--maybe because the cereal it smelled like was meant for kids? With my arms around her back, I buried my nose deep in her neck and sniffed rapidly, like a hound dog on the trail of a delicious treat.

Dash immediately stiffened and shrugged her shoulder to push my face away, a giddy, squeaky-sounding giggle sounding from her throat. “HEE HEE! Fuck off, man! What’re you doing!?”

I pushed my nose in for a few more sniffs. “Smells like… Froot Loops. Is it breakfast time, Dashie?”

Another giggle came, this one much slower and sultry sounding as she let her head tip back again, savouring the feel of my lips tickling her throat. “Aaahh… yeah, it will be pretty soon.”

My eyes opened when I heard this, my vision filled with colourful strands of hair. I withdrew from her neck, looking for her lips to connect them to mine so I could have another taste of her saliva. By then, I was completely on fire, my libido fully charged; I was beyond ready to take this girl --who was FAR sexier than I’d ever dreamed, or noticed-- and feed her body a feast of deep, hard ecstasy, something I never realised I needed to do this badly before.

As our lips wrestled, filling the room with the sounds of moist squips, smacks and panting, I became aware of little fingertips curling inside the bottom of my shirt. Dash worked it upward very slowly while sucking on my tongue, until I was forced to lift my arms and break the kiss to let her tear the shirt over my head and then throw it away.

Wrapping her arms around me, she connected our lips once again, this time pressing her bare breasts against my chest, their soft warmth molding with my skin, delicious and enticing, adding just the right amount of tease by poking me with her hard nipples.

Eventually, she’d had her fill of tongue and saliva, and her hands cupped my cheeks while she delivered one last kiss, followed by a nibble and pull on my bottom lip using her teeth. She slid off my lap after releasing me, sitting back against the cushion as she brushed her bangs from her forehead, panting softly.

“Holy fuck, that was hot,” she whispered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after. She cupped one of hers breasts to give it a squeeze, those hungry, cerise eyes landing on me next. “I am SO fucking horny right now--you don’t even know.” She turned in her seat to face me, shifting closer and reaching out to caress my chest with her hand. “Come on, man, take your pants off. I wanna see this unit everyone’s been raving about.”

I glanced over at her with a raised brow and then shrugged, reaching down to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. “Alright. I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Pfft! I’m not getting myself into anything; it’s gonna be the other way around there, bro.”

I cleared my throat, mixing the sound with a chuckle. “That’s actually what I meant. Ok, you ready?” I asked as I reached into my shorts to pull my erection out.

“Dude, you don’t need to worry about me; you’re the one who’s about to get the ride of your--WHOA, HO HO HO!” Dash’s eyes widened suddenly, covering her mouth when she spotted the veiny pole standing tall from my lap, its tip decorated by a bead of pre-ejaculate that shone in the morning light like a jewel. “Jeez, man! Look at you, Mr. Pornstar Dick!”

“Me?” I said, glancing down at erection. “Eh… I dunno.”

Rainbow Dash sneered. “Are you kidding me!? Dude, it’s no wonder my friends are so obsessed with you; it totally makes perfect sense now!”

“Well there is a method to my madness, Dashie.”

“Oh, I’m sure, but that thing… like, I feel like I should wrap some duck tape around my hips so I don’t split apart when you fuck me.”

“I promise you won’t split apart. He’s a nice boy,” I said as I griped the shaft and gave it a squeeze, which caused a small river of clear juice to gush from the tip and run down the head, stopping at the ridge.

Dash bit her lip and furrowed her brows when she saw this. “Hnnngh… that, wow. I want some of that.” She leaned down over my lap, holding her hair back with one hand as she brought her tongue out to brush the head of my erection, causing it to jump in response. “Mmm.” She smacked her lips, tasting the little sample of fluid she’d licked up.

Dash slid off the couch next, landing on the floor with her knees before shuffling in front of me, biting her lip as her eyes remained locked on that throbbing mast. “You know what? It’s kind funny, like, literally two minutes before you showed up, I was watching that video and jonesing for a cock in my mouth so friggin bad--and now here I am.”

I shrugged one shoulder, watching those little blue fingers wrap around the base of my shaft. “Look like it’s your lucky day.”

With a quiet chuckle, the rainbow-haired girl leaned down and licked my fraenulum. When she pulled back, a long, glistening thread of juice stretched from her tongue to my head, eventually breaking and falling when she licked her lips.

After wiping her chin with her palm, Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and leaned down, opening her mouth to take my erection inside. I drew a breath in response to the heat of her mouth, which engulfed my head completely, her lips sealing tightly around the shaft just below the ridge. She moaned softly as she sucked the slippery juice free, cleaning me off before continuing to stroke that sensitive knob with her lips, bombarding me with a steady wavelength of warm pleasure.

She paused briefly to tease the tip with her tongue, making my knees tremble. Then she massaged my head with her soft lips, making my eyelids flutter. After removing it from her mouth to run her puckered lips up and down one side of the shaft, slobbering all over it to leave a generous layer of saliva behind, Dash opened her mouth wide and plunged my length deep into the back of her mouth.

Her head began to bob vigorously, her lips stroking the length of my erection; she sucked firmly the entire time, drawing more juice and more rigidity from me. I had difficulty keeping my eyes open to watch that blur of colourful hair bouncing over my lap. The sensation was wonderful, and it grew in intensity surprisingly fast.

This wasn’t something I’d expected to walk into this morning and evidently, the excitement of it had gotten to me, the surprise of receiving a blowjob with this level of enthusiasm after such arousing foreplay had a powerful effect. This became even more apparent when she brought her hand into play, stroking my shaft by following her lips with the firm, moist grip.

I could feel the pressure begin to rise from deep inside, a hot batch of seed that was helpless to resist being sucked out by the blue-skinned athlete. I knew it wouldn’t be long before that load would end up flooding her hungry mouth at this rate, and so, after licking my lips to gather my wits enough to speak, I gave her a warning.

“Dashie… getting close… so good…”

“Mmm…” Rather than slow down, she tightened her grip and continued, drawing me even more swiftly to the edge.

“Is this… you want this?” I panted, letting my head fall back, eyes closed.

“Mm-hm,” she replied, maintaining pace.

I bit my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the tension build in my loins. The pressure and heat continued to rise, my erection swelling in preparation for release. Dash could obviously feel this stretching her lips, and with a short, broken moan, she took her hand out of the equation, using it instead to hold my shaft by the base while she continued to suck on the upper half, stroking with her lips relentlessly as the head continued to grow, ready to fire that thick payload down her throat.

The moment finally hit like a lightning strike. A soft groan slipped from my throat when the electricity suddenly exploded throughout my body, and my erection began to pump furiously, firing massive white torpedoes into Dash’s mouth, filling it --along with her taste buds-- with the hot, distinctive flavour of satisfaction.

Luckily, I managed to open my eyes to watch it happen; holding my length by the base with that little blue fist, Dash kept her lips wrapped around the head, just above the ridge, bobbing her head just enough to maintain enough stimulation to keep me pumping. The shaft visibly flexed and jerked with each shot, covering her tongue and filling her mouth to the point where I could feel it pooling around me, held inside by the tight seal of her lips.

Her brows furrowed as she took it all, surprised by the volume delivered, as well as its temperature. She moaned softly, no doubt viciously aroused by the feel of having that pulsing manhood in her mouth, knowing that she’d pleasured me far beyond what I could handle before bursting.

At last, the throbbing subsided, leaving the rainbow-haired girl’s mouth full to the point where a portion had escaped; a thick, white bead had seeped from the corner of her mouth, making its way down the side of my shaft. She’d been patient and calculating, waiting for every last drop to be delivered before sliding her lips from my hyper-sensitive head, making a sound similar to that of a kiss when they slipped free.

For a moment, Dash fought to hold back a smirk, and then she opened her mouth to show off her prize: a hazy, white pool of cum that surrounded her tongue, which she used to stir it around as she kept her bottom lip high to hold it inside. She closed her mouth next, pressing her lips together tightly as she swallowed, opening her mouth once more to show that it was indeed gone.

Then she leaned down once more to lick the escaped bead of cum from the side of my shaft, causing it to twitch in response to her tongue’s warm touch.

After swallowing the scraps, Rainbow Dash placed her hands on my knees and stood, bring those cute, blue breasts into view once again. She wiped her mouth and sat on my right, leaning back against the cushions, looking over at me.

“So? Was that an awesome BJ, or what?”

I exhaled nosily, lips pursed as I looked down at my spent manhood, watching it fall to my lap in slow motion. “I think you already know the answer to that. You’ve got a belly full of it.”

Dash chuckled. “Yeah, I did. That was a crazy huge load, man.”

Taking another breath, I scratched my ear as I looked over at those pert, blue breasts. Then my eyes traveled down to her pants, curious to see what she was hiding underneath. “So… Dashie, you know I can’t let you get away with that without a little payback, right?”

She raised a sly brow, and then gestured to her crotch. “Go for it. I ain’t gonna stop you.”

“I didn’t think so,” I said as I slid to the floor, much like Dash did moments earlier.

She scooched down in her seat to offer me better access, biting her lip in anticipation as I knelt between her thighs and reached for the waistline of her pants. Her eyes widened with excitement when I slid the clothes down, and she arched her hips upward to lift her backside from the couch, allowing me to slip them down her thighs and past her knees.

I slid them off her feet one leg at a time, and after taking a second look at what I thought looked like a Superman logo on her underwear, I tossed them aside and turned my attention to the naked girl before me. I placed my hands on her thighs, and was about to lean in when something made me stop.

“What… the hell… is that?” I asked, staring down at her nether regions.

Dash sat up slightly, brows furrowed. “What?”

I pointed to her mound, on which sat a patch of red pubic hair, shaved into the shape of a lightning bolt. “That.”

“Oh, uh…” Dash paused, looking down at herself. “Yeah, that. Uh… that was actually because of a bet that I lost at work, which happened right before Christmas--you know… when I ended in the hospital.”

I raised a brow at this. “Wait, so… a bet? You mean… it wasn’t supposed to be permanent?”

Dash smacked her lips. “Uh, no. No, it wasn’t. But I wasn’t expecting you and Flutters to come along and turn me. Now I’m stuck with it forever. Cool, huh?” she said flatly.

I reached up to scratch the back of my head. “Wow, I uh…”

“That’s actually one of the reasons I was so mad at you guys,” she continued, “but it’s not like I was gonna bring it up to you. It’s kind of a personal thing, you know?”

“No. No, I get it,” I replied, sighing. “Sorry… I guess. It wasn’t something we were really thinking about at the time.”

Dash waved me off. “Meh. It is what it is.”

“Actually…” I paused, rubbing my chin when her mention of the hospital brought back an odd memory from that night. “That reminds me of something; Flutters, when she pulled back the covers to inject you with the, uh… stuff, she made a face. Like a weird face. I was standing by the door keeping watch, so I couldn’t see.”

Dash gave a smug smile. “Yeah, she was probably scoping out my lightning bolt.”

I placed a hand on my cheek. “Fuck, that makes more sense now. I was wondering what the hell she was looking at.” Shaking my head, I looked down at the curly, red lightning bolt again, furrowing my brows slightly. “Still… there’s something else that’s bugging me now.”

“What’s that?”

“How come it’s just red? Why isn’t it, like, rainbow coloured?”

She shrugged, adding a faint sneer. “How the hell should I know? I’m not a pube-ologist! Sometimes the curtains just don’t match the drapes, I dunno.”

“Huh… weird.” My eyes dropped to the fleshy pair of blue lips between her thighs. Sandwiched between them was a little scrap of red, peeking out from within and glistening with moisture. I cupped my hands under the backs of her knees and lifted her legs up and apart, revealing more of those bright red ruffles as her lips separated. “Let’s see what else you got down here.”

“Oh yeah, check it out,” Dash said with a casualness that was almost comical, like she was showing off a new apartment or car. She reached down, used her fingertips to spread her vulva wide open and then peeled her hood back to show everything off, including her clit, urethra and the entrance to her vagina.

Striking; it was hard to believe how red it was. Her minoras were bright, like the petals of a rose, even brighter than the lightning bolt that sat on her mound, just above--though it was a little pinker the deeper it got.

“Damn, Dashie,” I said, pinning her thighs to the cushions to spread her legs as far as they could go. “That is the most colourful pussy I think I’ve ever seen.”

“I know, right?” she replied, leaning forward to look down at it. “It looks like a Fruit Rollup or something.”

“It does, actually. It looks like it would taste like fruit punch,” I snickered, watching the morning light glisten across that cherry-coloured flesh.

Dash gave a seductive, but sly smirk. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

I cocked a brow at her. “Don’t mind of I do,” I replied, leaning in closer. On my way in, my mind almost believed that she would taste like some kind of candy or fruit, despite the heady musk she was emitting, having been soaked with arousal for hours leading up to this moment.

With those little blue fingertips holding her open, I decided to go straight for her clit. Dash’s breath hitched sharply when my tongue lapped across that swollen bud, causing her hips to jerk uncontrollably.

“Ohhh, dammit,” she gasped as I traced circles around her clit, biting her lip and letting her head fall back, eyes closed. Her breathing increased and she licked her lips, releasing her labia and bringing her hands up: one combed its fingers into her colourful hair to pull it, the other grasping a breast, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “That’s good…”

Her flesh wrapped around my tongue more, now that she wasn’t holding them back, and I had to thrust a little harder to keep it tucked under that soft, delicate hood. Rainbow Dash didn’t taste like Skittles or Jolly Ranchers, unsurprisingly; she did taste creamy and a bit metallic, though, and after a few moments of rooting around between her folds with my tongue, I swore I was beginning to detect a hint of sweetness there.

Strange, one would think Pinkie Pie would have been the sweet tasting one.

Dash’s back began to arch, her breaths becoming broken and out of rhythm. He transferred her hand from her own hair to mine, gripping the back of my head to shove my face deeper into her womanhood, feeling the electricity rush from between her legs to the tip of every limb.

I continued to concentrate on her clit and nothing else, licking, teasing, and sucking on it; I refused to relent, not until I’d fully returned the favour she’d given me, not until she filled the room with her crackling voice, her shrill cries of delight as her womanhood popped like a firecracker, sending her interior into a frenzy of throbbing, pulsing satisfaction.

I slowed my pace in synch with her climax, bringing her down slowly to leave her a limp, panting wreck.

“Mmmm…” Dash hummed, closing her eyes and shaking her head slowly. “Shit, dude.” She lifted herself to lean on her elbows to watch me withdrawal and wipe my mouth with my hand.

I sat upright, swallowing the slick feeling left behind in my mouth as I appraised the rainbow-haired girl’s crease. There was a small river of clear fluid, pouring ever so slowly from her entrance and running down from the base of her opening toward her backside.

They don’t get much more ready than that.

Looking down, I quickly noticed that my erection had returned full force, throbbing, desperate to occupy someplace warm and tight.

It wasn’t long before it caught Dash’s eye as well.

“What d’you think?” I asked, noticing her sudden fixation on my length. “You wanna go for it?”

Lips parted, she scowled slightly, bemused. “Are you kidding me? Dude, you gotta fuck me. Right now.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.” I released her legs to reach past them, grabbing her by the hips to pull her closer to the edge of the couch. She moaned with excitement, sitting up a tad higher so she could watch with anticipation as I placed my swollen head between those fleshy, red petals, positioning myself for entry.

Both Rainbow dash and I held our breath when I brought my hips forward slowly, watching intently as I sank into her, the ridge disappearing first, followed by that long, stiff shaft. There was plenty of wetness present to let me slip into that tight passage with little resistance, and her interior promptly welcomed me with a firm squeeze along with a generous soaking of heat and slick moisture, swallowing more and more of me until our laps came together, finally stopping me from traveling any deeper into her body.

Dash’s jaw had fallen, her eyes wide as saucers as her body adjusted to its new inhabitant. “Whoa…” she breathed, savouring the wonderful new fullness she was feeling.

She was still sitting up partway, leaning back on her arms, prompting me to take my hands from her hips and place them on her breasts, giving them a squeeze while her depths squeezed me in return.

“How do you like that?” I asked, circling her nipple with my thumb.

“Whew… that is one awesome dick, man,” she smirked, shaking her head incredulously.

I cocked my head at her. “It doesn’t feel weird--like, with the whole ‘centuries old guy’ thing?”

“Pppfft!” She shook her head, sneering. “I don’t know what I was thinking; I was an idiot! I should’ve been jumping this thing long ago.”

“But what’s different?” I asked. “Why doesn’t it bother you now? What’s changed?”

Dash furrowed her brows and bit her lip, looking up at the ceiling as she thought about it. I let my hands slide down to her waist in the meantime, wondering what her answer might be when I noticed something that made me look down between our legs.

That warm, juicy interior of hers was pulsing, rhythmically and firmly. I withdrew an inch or two so I could watch that red flesh throb around my shaft, making sure it wasn’t just my imagination. “Hey…” I looked up to meet her eyes when she brought her attention back to me. “Are you… cumming?”

Dash cocked a brow and then snorted. “Pfft… no!”

I looked down between us again, noticing the twitches had stopped. “Well… then why are… er, were you pulsating?”

Dash looked down at her mound. “Huh? Oh, haha! I was probably just doing kegels.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been doing them for years,” she continued, “and uuuhh, sometimes I start doing it without even realising it, just cuz I’m so used to it.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

Dash sneered at me. “Interesting? Dude, I got the strongest fucking pussy in town! Here, check this out…” She scrunched her face up, balling her fists at her sides; an immense pressure suddenly clamped down on my erection, and it was promptly expelled from her depths, landing just to the left of her lightning bolt with a dull slap.

“Heh,” I chuckled quietly as I reached down to tuck my manhood back into her depths. “Neat trick.”

Again, Dash scrunched her nose up spit me back out of her vagina with a wet squip sound.

“Hey! Cut that out!” I said, reaching down a second time, drawing a laugh from her.

Just as I placed my head against her folds to slip back inside, however, Dash sat up and placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me.

“Just sit down, man,” she said, reaching over to pat the cushion next to her. “I actually kinda wanna ride it; you’re gonna find out what this pussy can really do!”

“But I haven’t even--“ I stopped and let out a sigh, rubbing my brow. I already knew there was no use in arguing, and besides, it wasn’t like this was a terrible proposition. “Alright, fine. You twisted my arm, Dashie.”

“Heh! Twist your dick is more like it,” Rainbow Dash chuckled with an evil grin, watching me rise, turn around and then sit down next to her. She swung a muscular, blue leg across my lap and mounted me, her cute, blue breasts positioned right in front of my face. Biting her lip, she placed her hands on my shoulders and rolled her hips around, searching.

I soon felt the warm, slick caress of her womanhood gliding along my erection, spreading more of her moisture onto me before propping my head against her entrance. She closed her eyes and descended slowly, letting that stiff mast sink into her slick heat, letting her knees slide outward until her body came to rest on mine.

Rainbow Dash was impressively tight--not quite as much as Twilight, though, but with her small stature and muscle tone, it was not a surprising thing to find out. It was a safe bet that most guys who ended up mounted by the athlete didn’t last long wrapped in slick, heavenly flesh like hers, especially if she were to employ her mag--

I looked up at her and raising a finger when I realised something. “Hey Dashie, before we start you gotta promise me something.”

Confused, she swept her bangs from her brow. “What’s that?”

“Don’t be doing any of that super speed shit on me; I don’t need to you finishing me off in two seconds and then thinking you can tease me about it after.”

“Oh, PPPFT!” Dash rolled her eyes. “I’m not gonna do that; I wanna enjoy this too, you know! Besides, I only do that if I’m bangin a guy who’s really lame and I wanna wrap things up quick.”

“Wow. You are heartless.”

“You won’t think so when I‘m done with you,” she replied, putting her face close to mine, eyes narrowed. Then, after a little lick to the tip of my nose, Rainbow Dash was off to the races.

She wrapped her arms around my head and hugged my face into her chest, burying me between those little, blue bulbs. She rode my manhood with every bit of power and aggression one would expect, stroking every inch of my length with that tight, moist heat; she breathed deeply, her hips gyrating, grinding her clit against my body as it slowly became smeared and coated with her fluids.

I reached around her, crossing my forearms over the small of her back while I turned my head to free it from her embrace, searching for one of those stiff, cobalt nipples to suck on while my mind struggled to process the sensation of her hot interior teasing every nerve ending in that swollen knob.

Reaching around her, I cupped my hands over that firm, gyrating derriere, squeezing those muscular glutes as they rocked furiously back and forth. Locks of every different colour tickled my cheeks, hot blue skin rubbed and melted against mine, body parts throbbed in interlock with one another, and the sound raspy voices, creaking furniture and hot breaths filled the room.

“Mmnnghh…” Dash’s jaw was clenched as her head rolled back, and then came forward to press her lips against the top of my head, breathing noisily into my hair through her nostrils as she delighted in the overwhelmingly full sensation her little body experienced, feeling the pleasure emanate from every inch of the rigid girth that stretched her open, at depths so great she could almost feel it in the back of her throat. Her clit buzzed against my lap, her nipples tingling incessantly from being licked and teased.

At last, Rainbow Dash paused and grabbed my hair to yank my head back so she could look down at me. Her body took a pause and she sat still, straddled on my lap, impaled deep on my length as she panted into my face, studying my eyes with hers.

“Fuck, dude…” she huffed, her breaths pausing briefly so she could swallow. “I am such an idiot for holding out on this.”

“I take it that means you’re enjoying yourself?” I asked, to which her eyes widened, and she nodded slowly, blowing an exhale from her lips.

“Oh… totally. Totally,” she replied, resting her cheek on my forehead while I gave her backside another squeeze. Then she lifted her head again, looking to her left down the hall for a moment before looking at me, smirking mischievously. “You, uh… wanna take this to the bedroom?”

I stole a quick glance over my shoulder. “Maybe,” I replied, looking back at her. “It’d be cool if you wanted to keep bouncing on my dick right here too.”

Dash cocked a brow. “Eh… this couch kiiiiinda limits my uh… moves--if ya know what I mean.”

“Hmm,” I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips at her. “You have me intrigued, Dashie. Let’s go.”

“Sweet,” she said, rising from lap, looking down to watch my erection slip from between those crimson ruffles and fall to my abdomen.

I followed the short, blue girl with the messy rainbow hair around the couch, watching that little blue ass as she went while remarking on little it jiggled when she stepped. She spun around unexpectedly to face me, making me bring my eyes up quickly to meet hers in hopes that she hadn’t caught me gawking at her caboose.

“Hang on,” she said, finger raised. “I wanna try something. Come here.”

Standing beside her, Dash placed herself between me and the back of the couch. She turned her back to me, placed her hands on the backrest and bent over it; one foot suddenly swung up behind her, kicking high into the air and then coming to rest on my shoulder.

“Whoa…” I tilted my head to look down at her crotch, which was split as wide as it would go. “That’s some impressive flexibility,” I said, taking in the sight of her womanhood, spread wide and waiting; this, along with her cheeks, revealing the other little hole she had hiding back there.

Dash twisted her head around to look back at me. “Put it in me. I want you to fuck me like this.”

“Heh, if you say so.” I bent my knees slightly, bringing my length down to her height. I had to reach my hips forward slightly to reach her, holding onto the shaft with my fingertips to aim the head at that gaping entrance so I could slip back into that hot interior.

She moaned softly and buried her face in the backrest cushion when my length invaded her once again, and I wrapped my hands around her thigh to hold her steady as I thrust into that tight wetness, feeling the pleasure it created ring from my manhood.

I was very aware of that blue foot on my shoulder, its toes curling with delight as it rocked back and forth, echoing her body’s movements every time her soft depths took me in; those blue lips and bright red folds gripped me tight, dragging along my long girth each time I withdrew for the next thrust.

One of my hands left her thigh to migrate downward, gripping one of her butt cheeks and holding it firmly as I fucked her harder and harder, listening to her muffled cries of delight rising in pitch by the second.

Her tightness was mind-numbing, and the flood of slick moisture she’d spread across my length was delightful. Eventually, I brought my hand back up to her thigh, and moved the other hand down between her legs to trace her wide-open slit with my index finger, massaging that tender hood to tease the throbbing clit within.

Her body jerked, and she let out a sharp squawk, panting heavily as I let my finger continue down to her entrance until I felt it touch my shaft. I paused there for a moment, at the exact spot where I slipped into that tight little passage, feeling precisely where she ended and I began.

The leg that supported Dash’s began to wobble from the electric sensation that shot through her, and so she slipped her foot from my shoulder and brought it to the floor with a thud, stabilizing herself.

I was forced to withdrawal my finger from her slit when she made the move, so I opted to grab her by the hips and continued to drill her from behind. Her squeals of delight were muffled by the cushions as I spanked that sky blue ass with my hips, watching my soaking wet length disappear between those cheeks again and again.

Surprisingly, that tight flesh began to win over me, and I began to feel that orgasmic tingle slowly returning. I ended the round by holding her hips tightly and thrusting hard and deep, burying my erection entirely within that wonderful heat, pressing my hips firmly against her backside.

“OHH!” she grunted, bringing her head up in surprise. It wasn’t often she was filled with hard, swollen rod this completely. “That is some serious cock.”

Panting, I looked down at her slender figure; it was easy to appreciate such a sight: that slender, muscular back, narrow waist and the comparatively bulbous shape of her hips and rear end, inside which my length was wrapped tightly in her soft, velvety flesh.

It was rather surprising to me that she hadn’t climaxed yet, especially after the pounding I’d just given her--and it wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying it, either.

Rainbow Dash turned her head around to face me. “K… you wanna hit the sack now or what?”

“Sure,” I nodded, withdrawing from her as she stood upright to lead me down the short hall to her bedroom, passing the bathroom along the way. Her room was messy, unsurprisingly, with laundry littering the floor and papers, along with hygiene products, covering her bedside table.

The bed was unmade, which made me wonder how long it’d been like this since didn’t sleep anymore. She grabbed the bedspread and threw it aside unceremoniously, pointing to the exposed and very wrinkly sheet.

“Lay down,” she ordered.

“Face up or down?” I asked as I approached the bed, winking at her.

“What?” she sneered. “Face up, obviously!”

“Oh OK,” I mumbled as I rolled onto the bed and laid on my back, putting my hands behind my head.

“You’re weird, Golds,” Dash remarked as she leapt onto the bed and stood over me, placing her hands on her hips and looking down at me. It was kind of weird, her doing this, especially after calling me out for being weird.

I looked her up and down, taking in that short, blue figure; well-proportioned, round breasts, a flat, muscular belly, that fuzzy red light bolt that topped a pair of glistening lips, and a pair of strong, shapely legs, ending in feet that stood on either side of my hips.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Point your dick up,” she ordered,

After raising a brow, I reached down with one hand to stand my erection upright. “You know, you’re getting pretty bossy, Dashie.”

“It’s for your own good,” she quickly fired back. Her knees began to bend next, her hands sliding down her thighs as she descended slowly; he thighs parted as she came down, making her slit widen, exposing those glistening, red folds. As she got lower, she reached down with one hand to place her fingertips on my chest for balance, looking down at her womanhood to make sure her aim was on the money.

She and I both watched as those fiery-coloured petals came down and pressed against my throbbing head, nuzzling it between her folds by wiggling her hips before continuing downward. A hot breath blew from her mouth as she impaled herself on my length, enveloping me in that hot flesh, squeezing firmly when she stopped just short of her backside touching my thighs.

Using her legs as a spring, Rainbow Dash began to bounce; her strokes were short at first, but it wasn’t long before she gave in to the urge and indulged herself in fast, long and powerful thrusts. The view from my perspective was perfect, and I was content to just lay there and watch that brightly coloured hood slide along my manhood from tip to base, her tight interior stroking relentlessly, causing it to twitch with excitement.

Friggin athletes… I thought to myself as I glanced up briefly to watch her breasts dangle from her chest, her colourful hair tickling my face every time she came down.

Eventually, she let her derriere come to rest on me, and she slid her feet back to let her knees take their places, wrapping my hips in her thighs as she straddled them, my entire length hidden inside her. She placed her hands on my chest and began to rock her hips, grinding my length to pieces with her tight yet supple interior.

“Uh… hey, Dashie?” I said, watching her bite her lip as the pleasure created by her movements continuously washed over me.

“Yeah?” she panted, keeping her eyes closed as she rode.

“Have you… I mean, did you cum yet?”

“Ohhh… no--well, other than when you went down on me.”

I furrowed my brows. “Is uh… is it--like… are you liking this?”

“Yeah, of course…”

“So you’re enjoying yourself?”

She opened her eyes and looked down at me. “Aw… dude. Best. Dick. Ever.”

“Then howcome you’re not--“

“Golds, don’t worry about it!” she huffed, throwing her head back. “Ahhhh, you just, I uh… I’m kind of a tough egg to crack like that--I mean, I can... mmmmm, I can get myself off with my fingers, and usually when someone eats me out --if they’re good at it-- but… I never cum on the dick.”

“You’ve never gotten off riding a dick?”

Dash reached down suddenly, grabbing my hands to put them on her breasts, holding them in place with hers. “Came close a few times, but the guy always finished before I could get there.”

I paused for a moment, looking between my arms to watch that red lightning bold gyrate above my abdomen, realising that this would probably be the case with me as well: I would become another statistic, just another dude who failed to get this girl off before busting himself.

I was already beginning to feel the next orgasm on the horizon. In that moment, being ridden by this incredibly fit and energetic young woman while I head onto her breasts for dear life, I decided I couldn’t be ‘just another guy’ to Rainbow Dash; I needed to be the first to fuck an orgasm into her.

That was my new mission--because everyone needs goals, right?

To her surprise, I placed my hands on her sides and tossed her onto the bed next to me.

“Hey!” she panted as I climbed over her, grabbing her by the ankles to hold her legs apart while I placed my length against her slit, and, without any hands, re-entered her with ease.

“I’m driving for a bit,” I announced, gripping her ankles tight as I began to thrust into her. “I was getting kinda close, so I wanna be able to control it.”

A tiny smirk curled one corner of her parted lips, and she watched amorously with those bright, cerise eyes as I rammed her insides relentlessly, knowing she’d been an effective lover, a potent giver of pleasure.

“How is it?” she asked breathlessly.

“Huh?” I panted, hoping I could keep it together long enough to send her into an orgasmic frenzy, but simultaneously caught off-guard by the question.

“My pussy. Does it feel good?”

I shook my head. “It’s amazing, Dashie. Top notch pussy.”

“How close are you?”

“Eh… It’s still a little ways off,” I replied, looking down at her breasts as they rolled up and down her chest. “Hey… where do you want it? When I cum, I mean.”

She furrowed her brows, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. “Does it matter?”

“I dunno; I guess not. I just thought I should ask, is all--after what happened before.”

“Oh…” She reached up to fold her hands behind her head and looked down between our legs, looking quite relaxed. “No, I don’t care. Cum in me if you want.”

I continued, encouraged by the invite. One big thrust after another, hilting myself in her each time, filling her with pleasure that caused her to moan, roll her eyes and throw her head back in delight. Unfortunately, the same was happening to me, and I knew that my time would be up if I kept this up.

I honestly had no idea how to get this girl off; she wasn’t kidding when she said she was a tough egg to crack.

After a short pause, I reached down, slid my hands around her waist and picked her up off the bed, sitting upright on my calves and then letting her perch herself on my lap, sitting erect with me.

“Whoa… sexy!” she chuckled, leaning down to plant her lips on mine, slipping her tongue into my mouth.

I gripped her backside as she began to gyrate her hips, her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders as she massaged my length wither insides.

“Mmmm!” Her movements became increasingly vigorous; apparently the position did well to stimulate her clitoris and seemed to drive her to ride harder, drawing as much pleasure as she could while her moans echoed into my mouth.

Unfortunately, the same was true for me as well, and, desperate to hold back from flying to close to the sun, I slid my legs out from under me one at a time to extend them out before me. Then I lowered her until her backside came to rest on the mattress, making her break the kiss to let out a little ‘hm?’ as she unexpectedly found us in a position where we were both sitting, facing one another, her legs slung over mine.

“You’re getting fancy, Golds,” she taunted, leaning back on her arms as she looked down between us. Our legs formed a diamond-shaped space between our laps, which were connected by that stiff, glistening shaft, one end of which disappeared between those ruby folds.

“Hey, you’re the one whose all about the wild positions,” I fired back, leaning back and propping myself on my arms to watch her push closer, sliding her backside on the sheets, the underside of her thighs rubbing the tops of mine as she went.

The motion caused my length to sink deeper into her, and then she backed away again for another thrust, repeating the motion over and over again. She bit her lip, watching that veiny rod pump into her like a piston, and I bit my lip, alternating between watching that and watching her perky blue tits bounce on her chest, nipples hard as glass.

Again, there was no escaping nature. The sensation of that soft, tight grip siding along my swollen manhood became too much, and I began to feel that familiar stiffening, that rise in pressure from deep down inside. There wasn’t much left to do at this point, aside from hoping that she might miraculously reach climax before me.

But somehow, I knew that wouldn’t be the case. Pinching my lips together, I gave my head a quick shake. “I… getting close…” I grunted.

Her eyes came up to meet mine, highlighted by a gleam of excitement. “Yeah? I kinda thought so--I can feel it getting bigger.”

I nodded. “Yeah…”

The anticipation prompted the rainbow-haired girl to speed her thrusts, hurling me toward the finish even faster. The angle of entry created by this position bent my erection downward slightly, putting a great deal of pressure on the topside of her interior, which I had hoped would tease her G-spot enough to get her off, but all it really did was bring me there faster by stroking my head more firmly.

I bit my lip, feeling my length swell, ready to release a healthy dose of hot, white seed into the little blue athlete. “Here it comes, Dashie…”

“Aw yeah, give it to me!” she panted, hammering her ass against my thighs as she delivered the final tease that set me off.

My eyelids fluttered when the sensation quickly spiked and my erection began to throb furiously inside her depths, pumping gush after hot, thick gush into Rainbow Dash’s interior. Her mouth dropped open when she felt that liquid heat being injected inside her, and she shoved herself into my lap to ram me even deeper, desperate to have it delivered as deep as possible.

“Ahhhh…” She closed her eyes and threw her head back, elated by the volume and heat she was receiving. “Holy shit, that feels amazing.”

Admittedly, it was a lot--more than I expected to conjure up after already having one sucked out of me not long earlier. Still, nothing compared to the satisfaction one gets from filling a hungry lady to the brim.

The orgasm had begun to subside by then, but before it was completely finished, Rainbow Dash slid back, letting my manhood pop out from between those swollen lips. Still in the final throes of climax, my erection jerked, slinging a thick rope across her lightning bolt, followed by a second one that landed right next to it.

“Oh my GOD, that hot!” Dash exclaimed when she saw her fuzzy symbol slathered in cum, watching as my length finally ran out of ammo and dribbled a lazy, gooey thread onto the mattress below. “Sorry, Golds. I thought you were done.”

“Meh. Close enough,” I replied, exhaling noisily. “Damn…”

“Is you sack empty now, or what?” she chuckled.

I let out a snicker of my own and shook my head. “You know… I think Rare might have you beat, as far as sexy talk goes.”

Dash closed her eyes and shrugged. “Nah, I ain’t as poetic as her, but I got a pussy, don’t I?”

I cocked my head to the side and nodded. “I suppose.”

“Then what’s the fuckin problem?” she shrugged.

Chuckling, I looked down between her legs, taking in the sight of her well-used womanhood; that red lightning bolt was streaked with pearl-coloured goo, and there was a thick river of cum flowing from between those ruby-red petals, running down between the blue butt-cheeks below.

“I don’t see any problems from this angle,” I said, before flopping down on my back to stare at the ceiling.

In my lower peripheries, I saw a foot swing over me, followed by the bed jiggling as Rainbow Dash crawled to the edge and dismounted to the floor. I arched my neck to watch that naked, blue figure step between the laundry on her bedroom floor before stopping to bed down, her backside parting as she reached down. A pair of thick, blue lips peeked out at me from between the tops of her thighs, covered in a white glaze that extended up between her cheeks, as well as running down one of the legs.

“Ugh…” she groaned as she stood again with a T-shirt in hand, which she promptly used as a rag to wipe her crotch clean. She arched one of her feet so that only her toes touched the floor, giving her access to shove the shirt into her deepest crevices--not the most flattering sight I’d ever seen, to be sure, but then Rainbow Dash wasn’t exactly the most ladylike individual either.

“Damn, Golds,” she said turning to face me as she wiped her hands on the last remaining dry part of the shirt before tossing it into the hilariously empty laundry basket. “That’s some impressive volume you got there; same with when you came in my mouth--heh! I could barely keep it all in my mouth!”

“Oh… yeah, I uh…“ I sat up and turned to face her, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “I tend to make a big mess. Sorry.”

“Aw, no, don’t be sorry. I pretty hot actually,” Dash replied, running her fingers through those colourful strands to sort them out. “Definitely a satisfying feeling getting filled up like that.”

I scrunched my lips and looked down at the floor. “Satisfying… even though you didn’t get off?”

“Oh, totally.” She waved dismissively. “Why’re you so worried about that? It was still one hell of a good lay.”

I shrugged. “I dunno. The other girls all do it--some more than others, in fact I can basically turn some of them into lawn sprinklers.”

Dash rolled her eyes as pulled her hair back and tied it into a pony tail, drawing my eyes to her breast, which had been perked up with her arms raised, jiggling along with her movements. They weren’t much of a handful, but they looked absolutely perfect on her little frame.

“Eh, everyone’s different, man.” She put her hands on her hips. “I’m impressed that you got me there with your tongue; even that doesn’t happen very often.”

“Yeah…” I patted the edge of the bed a few times before standing up. “I’m just gonna go get my clothes.”

She nodded. “Sure.”

I stepped past her to head out of the room, but then I paused when I remembered the short time we spent behind the couch. I had been reaching around her hip and stroking her slit as I fucked her, and her leg was twitching because of it--in fact, she put her leg down shortly after, which stopped me from continuing to use my fingers to augment the experience.

Did she do this on purpose?

I turned to look back at her; she was standing by the bedside table with her back to me, holding her phone in her hand--probably just now reading the messages I’d sent the night before. I glanced down at myself next, noting that my manhood was still hard for the most part. Then I approached her from behind, taking her by the arms and hauling her close to the bed, bending her over.

“Hey! What’re you doing!?” she growled, looking over her shoulder at me.

“I wanna try something,” I replied, using my hand to tap her backside with my rubbery length to re-stiffen it. “I can’t leave it like this; no lady walks away unfulfilled--that’s the Golden rule!”

“Ugh!” She rolled her eyes and then faced forward again. “Dude, I’m fulfilled!”

“Prepare to be corrected, Dashie.”

“Pfft,” she chuckled, leaning on the bed with her hands, her phone pinned beneath one of them. “Alright, I guess. Go ahead and get it out of your system, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“You’ll be the one who feels better,” I replied as I used my newly re-stiffened erection to probe her lips, wriggling it between those warm, slick folds.

“Heh, good luck--OHH!” She yelped sharply when I pushed into her hot, sloppy depths, feeling my length surrounded by the layer of thick juice I had injected moments earlier.

I reached around her hip with one hand, slipping my finger into her slit to search for that sensitive little bud as I began to pump away at her juicy interior, forcing myself to endure the orgasmic hypersensitivity that was left buzzing in every single nerve ending.

“Oh my--…fuck!” she gasped, her right leg twitching in response to the intense pleasure, the powerful jolts of electricity from her clit as I teased it with my fingertip, augmenting the deep, penetrating blasts of that hard girth ramming her interior.

I sped my thrusts up, watching that multi-coloured ponytail bob each time my hips collided with her derriere, my shaft becoming coated with a creamy white glaze each time I withdrew for the next thrust.

“Ahhh…” She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching the sheets in her fists. “SO good… I love the feeling of your cum in there… so wet and sloppy…” she panted, listening to the wet squipping that filled the room each time I speared her.

“You like that?” I asked, rubbing her clit more rapidly.

“AAAHH! I fucking love it! Keep going!”

With no danger of popping anytime soon, I granted her wish and continued to hammer away at that tight, red pussy, feeling the gooey threads of cum dribbling between her legs as they were forced out around my shaft. Her legs trembled, her muscles were tight, and her breathing was intense, her voice high, cracking each time she howled with delight.

This might actually do it, I thought, feeling her interior begin to tighten around my manhood, giving some resistance to my thrusts.

“Oh my god, oh my god… holy shit, DON’T STOP!” she screamed, panting through her gaping mouth.

“You getting close?”

“I… hhhhaah! I think I… I…” That fit little figure suddenly trembled rather violently, every muscle stiff as a board. “AAAAAHH!”

I knew the exact moment it happened; I could feel that interior clench down with a crushing force, followed by a rapid pulsing that I thought might actually cause my erection to be ejected from her. Those exercises she did certainly paid off!

Dash howled wildly, reaching back with her hands to grab blindly, searching for my arms to hang on to as she endured the mind-numbing sensation. She pulsed tightly around my length, flooding herself with her own fluids this time, while I continued to thrust and stroke her clit.

When the intensity finally began to die off, I slowed the stroking of her clit and reduced my thrusts to very short ones, teasing that quivering flesh that wrapped my soaked shaft.

Dash responded immediately to this by tapping my arm rapidly. “No! Don’t stop! There’s more!”

“Another one?” I asked, surprised. Apparently I’d opened the flood gates, and the orgasms were gonna start pouring out of her now.

“YES! I feel like… there’s another one coming; feels like… pressure!” she panted as I resumed thrusting fully, plunging into her hot, sloppy depths while I jiggled my fingers rapidly across her clit.

She wasn’t kidding. Another climax hit within the next few seconds, causing her body to lock up once more, her interior clenching down once again as I felt a massive gush of hot fluid splash down the fronts of my thighs. Pulling the plug, I backed away quickly and stood to the side so I could watch the cascade of clear fluid shoot out behind her, splashing down on the bedroom floor as she cried out with delight.

“Jeez, Dashie!” I chuckled incredulously, watching her petite, blue body quiver uncontrollably. I reached over to give her ass a sharp spank, causing her to yelp, her hips jerking as one more gush fired from between her legs, soaking the bedroom floor with a flood of clear fluid, laced with thick, white ribbons of cum.

Dash laid still as the pulsating in her womanhood slowly subsided, her back heaving as she panted heavily, left breathless after being hit my tandem orgasms; her legs hung limp from the edge of the bed, her feet draped across the floor, straddling the intimate mixture of fluids that’d puddle on the floor between them.

“Now I feel better,” I said, sighing with satisfaction as I sat next to her and laid back on the bed. “How was that?” I asked, looking over at her.

She looked up at me with those cerise eyes for a moment, then she closed them and lifted one hand to give a thumbs-up.

“Well then I guess my work here is done,” I concluded, facing the ceiling again, eyes closed.