The following morning you wake up with a bad taste in your mouth and a thirst that only a glass of ice cold orange juice could fix. The time spent preparing breakfast is lost in your grumpy morning haze and before long you find yourself reviewing toaster schematics over a plate of jellied bread and fruit. Other than a unit error on one of your dimensions the plan was spotless…hopefully. You look at your disappointing meal. Too much jelly. You could really do with some buttered toast right now.

You consolidate all your papers and fasten them with a paperclip. If you actually managed to get this thing into production you were going to be damn sure to get the first copy.

You take a moment to appreciate the fact that today was the day your mare friend got back from her air show tour. Excitement takes hold and your mind races over some ideas that had been floating around in your head for the past few days. In your well-rested state you find it difficult to jump to the same conclusions you did the night prior, and you take solace in the fact that as of yet Dash has been nothing but happy with you. You’d discuss your concerns with her when the right time comes, but for now you were going to be the best boyfriend…stallion-friend you can.

Before you know it the clock strikes noon and you decide to try out your cheesy idea. Dash will probably think it’s ridiculous, but it’s worth a try.

Your first stop is at the general store to get some food and supplies. While you’re there you catch a glimpse of Fluttershy browsing the aisles. Despite your reconciliation the last thing you wanted to do was talk about her brother so you duck away before she spots you. You play the one sided game of cat and mouse for the better part of ten minutes, but eventually you have to make a run for the exposed checkout line. You use your height advantage to double check that the coast is clear and then make a run for it. The one thing you miss is being able to blend in. No matter how casually you walk or how much you avoid eye contact you could never disappear into a crowd.

“Hello Anon.”

You almost jump at the voice that snuck up in line behind you.

“Hey Fluttershy.” So much for avoidance…

“What are you shopping for?” She quips.

“Uhh, just some stuff for dinner.”

Her eyes judgmentally gloss over the contents of your basket: wax candles, high quality bed sheets, a new set of drinking glasses and some packaged ingredients. They look back up, “Do you, um…cook a lot?”

You shift hands so the basket and its telling contents were out of sight, she knows, “I do actually, I took it up during college because I got sick of Ramen and hot dogs.”

“What’s a hot dog?”

“It’s like a…” animal intestine stuffed with liquefied flesh, ”…a high protein snack, of sorts.”

“That’s very interesting, it sounds like something Applejack or Rainbow might like.”

Yeah let's go with no on that one…although Dash eats tuna and sometimes egg, that’s only a step away…”What’re you here for?”

“Oh I’m just buying some things for the family of echidnas that live in the garden.”

“E-kidnas? Is that some sort of beetle?”

“No they’re monotremes.”

“Oh…neat.” You shuffle up again.

“They eat a lot of earth worms, but if they eat too many it could upset the balance in my garden, so I got them corn flakes instead.” She nudges the box of corn flakes in her basket, “All the nutrients they need in something much tastier.”

“You sure know your stuff Fluttershy.”

She looks at her hooves bashfully, “Oh, it’s nothing really. Any pony would know just as much if they spent time on it.”

“Oh I don’t know about that, I think you’re pretty talented.” You’re just glad she didn’t bring up her brother. You’re not sure what he told her, but it was a topic you wanted to avoid right now.

Finally you move up to the cashier and start unloading your items for him to record, “Zephyr mentioned you last night.”

Oh crap…You finish unloading before you realize she’s waiting for some acknowledgement, “Oh, did he?”

“Mmhmm…he said something about how you helped him gain a new outlook. Whatever that means he seems to be in high spirits, compared to how he’s been that is.”

Phew…that’s not so bad, at least he took the heart to heart…to heart.

“I asked him what he meant but all I got from him was that he ‘finally knows what he needs to do.’ Do you know what he could be talking about?”

And you jinxed yourself. Maybe. Whatever he meant sounds…ominous, “Um, not really. We had such a short conversation you know.”

She seems to lose some enthusiasm, “Oh, I see.” You hated shunning the quiet yellow pegasus, but you really didn’t want to spill your guts to her. Especially since you weren’t the only one involved.

“Well anyways, you should stop by for dinner sometime before Zephyr leaves for his hairdresser job in Canterlot.”

“He’s leaving?”

“Oh yes, he was at the top of his class so they offered him a job once their summer interns leave.”

Maybe it’s not as ominous then…”I’m glad he found something he enjoys.” The cashier finally finishes ringing you up and you hand over your payment.

“Yes, well he is very good. Like I said if you’d like to come over for dinner—“

You grab your bags and back out of the conversation slowly, “—Uh…heh thanks Fluttershy, but I’m really busy with my new job and all. I appreciate the offer though.”

“Oh…I apologize I didn’t mean to sound pushy.”

“That was the opposite of pushy, don’t worry about it.” You’re now far enough away that the conversation was becoming awkward.

“I’m sorry I know I’ve got this problem sometimes but I’m trying to keep it in check.”

A problem? She is the least pushy pony you know, “You’re fine Fluttershy, see you later!”

You wave and make a beeline for the door before she has a chance to apologize again. Phew! That was like walking a knife-edge. Keeping secrets is hard. You make a short stop at the town florist on the way back. Roseluck, the mare that ran the shop, was one of the nicest ponies you knew, and her eyes lit up when you opened the door. You'd suspected that she was sweet on you, but you'd never seen her with other customers so you didn't know for sure. Either way it wasn't something you thought about any longer. With a bit of sobered enthusiasm she helps you pick out the perfect flowers to compliment Dash's coat and you get back to your apartment as quickly as possible. You didn’t want to risk running into any other ponies you knew because you were running short on time if you wanted to get things set up before Dash got back.

The moment you open the front door you waste no time getting to work. You spent the rest of your afternoon balancing two separate tedious tasks: cooking and interior home decorating. A new formal dining set complete with crystal cups—somehow those were cheaper than glass; a few candles on some spartan, but quality candleholders, a set of high thread count sheets to replace your cheap ones, and finally the bouquet of flowers. You knew she probably wasn’t the romantic dinner type, but you did it anyways so she’d at least see that you put in the effort. Two baked potatoes were already in the oven, and you planned on making some of her favorite ravioli. Dessert would be a handful of milk chocolate bites.

You’ve always felt like you had an eye for symmetry and tasteful combinations but the responsibility of making the perfect dinner seemed to inflate that attitude. Whenever you stood still you noticed a piece of silverware misaligned or changed your mind about where you wanted the glasses grounded. Likewise the ravioli never seemed to taste right, and you found yourself digging through your cabinets to find more spices and herbs to add. The result was an unending blur of overthinking and mismanaged productivity that made you lose track of time.

A few hours later the food is finished and the table is set. The only thing you were waiting for was a customer. You leave the ravioli to stay warm on a low burner and crash on the couch exhausted. You get no farther than closing your eyes before you hear the doorknob turn.

*thud

The sound of a pony walking into the unyielding door quickly follows, ”Hey! You locked me out!”

A lump forms in your throat at the sound of the scratchy voice you’d come to love, “Coming!” Adrenaline pumps at the thought of your reunion and you lurch to your feet to open the door.

One ruggedly beautiful rainbow pegasus stands there rubbing her nose with a fore hoof, but she stops when she sees you. Dash’s nimble frame is still cloaked in her Wonderbolt’s uniform—her mane whipped back from hours of hard flying. She wastes no time with formal greetings and instead makes a beeline for you, literally. Wings negate the height disparity and she’s on you so quickly it’s surprising. She grips you in an incredibly tight bear hug while hastily licking your face. You chuckle at the wet affection and make note of her tail swishing happily before meeting her in the middle; locking her enthusiastic muzzle in an exhilarating reunion. The taste and feel of her mouth quells an ache that had been smoldering inside you in her absence…and for a moment she's the only thing occupying your world.

She pulls away for air, teasing your appetite for her warm breath. You go to speak but she leans back in to kiss you again, her tongue beckoning entry. You let her in without hesitation and tangle softly as your hearts thud against each other’s chests. Eventually, your second helping is also abandoned for want of oxygen and you find yourself staring into Rainbow Dash’s lovely eyes.

Her ears splay back as you lean in for a final ‘welcome home’ peck. You could kiss her all day if she’d let you…Your eyes find each other again and a deep, relaxed breath through your nose picks up the strong essence of ozone from high altitude flying.

“Hey.” You offer.

She matches your grin, “Hey.”

Your mutual obsession with contact coerces a mutual nuzzle. Her muzzle was still a bit chilled from her late evening flight so you try to warm it up for her. You rake your fingers through her equally cold scalp and mane as you get lost in her heat and scent. You’d already communicated all you needed to, but there was nothing wrong with redundancy, “I—”

”—I love…”

You crack a smile at your jinx as Dash blushes and chuckles.

You jab your nose at hers, “You first.”

She drops her snout and glances up at you with folded ears, her hooves still hooked around your neck, ”I-I was just saying that, I…kinda love ya.” She looks up at you expectantly.

You move a hand to gently lift up her chin and kiss the tip of her cold nose. Her blush deepens as she’s forced to watch your affection, “Well I guess I kinda love you too.” You wiggle a finger behind her folded ear and scratch it as she beams with happiness.

”So uh…d-does that mean we can kinda r-rut now?”

As much as she choked on her own words you can’t help but get a bit flustered at the sight of your mare requesting intimacy, “N-no, it means we can definitely rut now.” She quirks an eyebrow at you despite her apparent excitement.

“Get it…because two kinda’s make a definitely.” She stares blankly at your explanation.

“Like how two wrongs make a right, but with…you know what I mean.” She’s just looking at you like you’re stupid. Way to ruin the moment dumbass.

”Dude you really should think less.”

“I know that was horrible.”

She cocks a grin at you and moves to tap your shoulder, ”But that’s why I like ya.”

Really? Of all your traits she likes your tendency to overthink things? “That’s a weird thing to li…kmpf!” Her muzzle shoots in to steal a sudden peck.

She pulls off you with a pop and pulls her head back over your shoulder in a deep hug, ”You’re a weird thing to like but I like ya!”

Well now that you know how she really feels, “Heheh…I wouldn’t have been able to tell.”

Dash suddenly lifts her head off your shoulder and sniffs the air, ”Is that…*sniff…feta-marinara?”

That’s exactly what you made…or were trying to make, “You can smell that?”

She has her forelegs on top of your shoulders and she’s using you as a kind of perch to crane her detective’s nose farther out, “The garlic and onion make it hard to tell, but yeah…you can’t?”

“I smell tomato sauce but nothing that specific.”

”Probly cuz your nose is so short dude.”

“Probably. So…I take it you want to wait until after dinner?”

”To do what…oh…heheh I think it would be better on a full stomach.”

“Agreed.”

You let her drop to her hooves and ruffle her hair, which she fixes with a grin before dropping her saddlebags, “For a moment there I thought I wasn’t going to even make it to the couch.”

She trots along next to you as you head into the kitchen, ”You weren’t, but your cooking saved you.” You look back and see a cocksure grin on her muzzle.

But that doesn’t last long as the product of your hours of effort suddenly presents itself. She slows and then stops altogether as she sees the ornately laid out dining setup. Her jaw hangs slightly loose as she watches you go around and quickly light the candles on your small dinner table. You prep the plates with the baked potatoes and ravioli—placing them in their appropriate places. To top everything off you add a small bowl of milk chocolate bites and some Zap-Apple cider for the crystal glasses. The whole time your self-consciousness grows as she silently watches you out of the corner of your eye. Finally finished, you move over to pull her seat out for her. She just stares at you with a surprised ‘deer in the headlights’ look.

“Uhh…I know you don’t really like fancy stuff, but I…wanted to make things nice for a change.” She swallows a lump in her throat and trots over to her chair with the lost look still in her eye. She hops on and holds the edge with her fore hooves as you push it in too close to the table. Ponies’ heads are centered over their forelegs when they sit, not their hips. You correct your misjudgment and pull her out until it looks more comfortable for her but feels more awkward for you. Hastily taking your seat at the other end of the table you watch anxiously as her eyes dart from her plate to her glass to the vase of flowers.

You weren’t sure what she thought of it, “Don’t worry about using the silverware if you don’t want to, I just put it there to make it look nice.” Her eyes go down to the silverware in question and she nudges her fork with her fore hoof. The silence is painful.

”You…did all this?”

“Yeah…I just thought it’d be nice, you know?” For the first time in a long time you can’t tell what emotions are flashing behind her eyes, and it makes you nervous, “If you don’t like it we can just go out and…”

”No! I mean…this is nice. Really nice. I just…wasn’t expecting it is all.” You weren’t sure if she was just being courteous or was genuinely surprised. Well she's obviously surprised, but what else does she think? She catches your eye and reads your anxiety, “W-what I mean is, well…no pony’s ever really, done anything like this…f-for me.” Her eyes drift to the unique breed of cyan colored roses.

So she’s actually just surprised? At least she doesn’t dislike it, “I know it’s not exactly your style, and I didn’t mean to make you feel out of place with the silverware and all—“

“—No really it’s fine Anon. I like it, really…” Her scratchy, sincere tone accents her beautiful magenta eyes.

“…I just wanted to let you know you’re worth it.”

Her ears fold and she blushes—breaking eye contact. She swallows a lump in her throat, “I-I…thanks.”

An awkward silence lingers for a moment until you hear Dash’s stomach growl. The sound makes you make eye contact again and a shy grin parts her flushed features, “Well what are you waiting for! Dig in!”

Despite your encouragement, Dash restrains herself for the duration of the meal. She makes an obvious effort to be ‘civilized,’ delicately drinking her cider and actually attempting to use the silverware. For once you were able to keep up the same eating pace.

She really liked the ravioli, that much you could tell, but otherwise she was unreadable. Your conversation was equally sparse. The most you got out of her was about her solo mishap. Apparently it was due to ‘aftershocks’ of the previous night’s activities like Soarin predicted. This fact wasn’t lost on the captain, so she let Dash reattempt in the following shows with successful results, albeit not without due harassment. The senior members of the team were going to meet and discuss giving her a promotion in the flight, you had no doubt she’d get it.

Soon enough the table is clear and the sink is full. Dash pours herself another glass of cider and viciously gulps the whole thing, ”Where’d you get this stuff dude? It’s the best!”

“Got it from Applejack a few months back for fixing her gopher problem.”

She wipes her muzzle and looks at you with skepticism, ”And you never told me?”

You shrug, “I wanted to save it for a special occasion.”

Her smile grows, ”Every occasion’s a special occasion.” She gets up and puts her glass in the sink next to everything else.

“If that’s true then what would make a special occasion special?”

Her slender frame approaches you and she props her forelegs on your thigh; her myriad of colors dance in the soft candlelight, ”It’s special cuz of your special some pony, doofus.” She pokes your gut and waits for her inevitable ear rub.

You smile as she leans into your hand, “I learn something new every day,” You respond with aloof sarcasm.

Her hoof moves to the inside of your opposite thigh and she leans in to rub her muzzle on your neck. Your hand follows her ear and she shows her appreciation by gently nipping at your skin. Well obviously someone is done with dinner…

“D-Dash, do you want any dessert?”

She licks your neck before breaking away and following your finger to the bowl of chocolate. She turns back to you with half lidded eyes and a sultry smile. You gulp as she trails her muzzle up your jawline to your ear, ”Not that kinda dessert.”

As much as you thought you were ready you quickly found yourself getting flustered at her advances, “Oh.”

Heavy breathing washes your face and her mouth parts. She hesitates for a moment but finally finds the courage to trail the tip of her tongue across your lips. The tacky, ticklish muscle sends shivers down your spine, and she pulls back to gauge your reaction with perked ears.

You taste her essence, “Mmm…apple cidery.”

Her ears fold at your obvious acceptance of her advance…as if there was any question about it…you smile at the nervous pegasus. You're the one who should be nervous not her. But you don’t have time to entertain that thought because she bites down on your collar and tugs you out of your seat. Her dominant behavior leaves no room for questions, but you do voice your concerns, “I can walk just fine you know.”

“Sthu-up.” In her feistiness she tugs harder.

She maneuvers you closer before letting go and hopping on the bed enthusiastically. You can tell she’d been waiting for this all weekend. So were you.

She flashes you an excited and flustered grin before she rolls on her side and tugs the breast zipper with her muzzle. You watch in fascination as the Wonderbolt violently tries to disrobe. Dash impatiently pulls on the stubborn zipper underneath her chin, unknowingly displaying her attractive contours. As far as you were concerned, she was model materiel on a bad day after crashing in a mud puddle—and you’d seen that. But this was on a whole other level. Her suit fit like a glove and squeezed her fur against her body highlighting her defined lines. She writhed angrily with the fabric, flaring her wings and giving you a quick glimpse of her cute teats. It starts to get harder to breathe through your nose so you open your mouth to take a deep breath. No wonder she was the hottest-selling poster girl for the Wonderbolts. She struggles on, indifferent to her power over you. Your eyes trail farther south to barely make out what appeared to be a dark spot between her thighs…or is that a shadow—

”—A-Anon?”

You yank your eyes from the cookie jar and see her looking at you with a sheepish blush, ”I should shower first. I’ve been flying all day.”

“What? Why?”

“B-because I haven’t really…I didn’t hit the locker room shower, I was too excited to get back.”

“That didn’t stop you from pouncing me at the door earlier?”

Her eyes shift to the side, “Y-yeah, but that was like…different…”

No, no it wasn’t. Dash was rarely self-conscious when it came to her body, probably because she has nothing to be self-conscious about. Her sheepish behavior thus far had been mostly centered around her actions and words, so this was a new one for you. You honestly thought it was ridiculous; you weren’t about to let your long-awaited reunion get put on hold for something so inconsequential. If it continued to concern her you’d stop, but you felt like it would help her shyness if you proved that you appreciated her the same regardless of how desirable she felt.

“Dash it really doesn’t matter to me.”

She wasn’t completely convinced, but she trusted you enough to put aside her uneasiness. She spreads her forelegs in response, ”Then h-help me outta this thing…please.”

Her uniform was thin and gelatinous, almost like a wetsuit. But unlike a wetsuit it was supposed to keep her warm at high altitude and cool on hot, humid days. What it isn’t supposed to do is get between you two. The zipper soon gives way to your imposing willpower and you pull it down; careful not to tangle her fur in the metal teeth.

Her suit splits open under tension to reveal swirled, matted fur of her chest. The smell of your companion hits you and you realize what her more sensitive nose did a moment ago. The abnormally pleasant spice of her natural scent was, as you expected, more appealing the stronger it got. As promised you don’t draw attention to it, and instead focus on the unusually timid mare you’re helping.

This is supposed to be fun for her not nerve-wracking. You bottom out the zipper and pull her into a hug. She squee’s in surprise before tentatively hugging back, you pull back and flash her a morale-boosting smile, which she mirrors. Your apparent acceptance of her fills her with joy and she leans in to mirthfully poke her nose at your cheek. You retaliate by trying to fence her nosiness into submission. Amidst smiles and hot breath your free hand moves to her exposed belly. Digits swim between her sweaty fur and damp uniform—naturally drifting to her teats. Your heart rate increases as you knead and palm the fatty mound.

After feeling a snort you stop your nuzzling to see some humor in her eyes, “I don’t know why you like those so much dude.”

Your cheeks heat up instantly, “I-I’m it’s j-just…”

”Hahaha! Calm down I’m just messin with you!”

You recompose yourself enough to appreciate her humor. Dash’s confidence starts to fade again, ”You're my coltfriend, you can do whatever you want.” Ears splay back and she tries to suppress her blush.

The hunger in her eyes was very real and you decided not to starve her any further. You lay down and pull her with you so you can nibble on her nape…a distraction for your migrating hand. She lets out a shaky breath and instinctively turns her head the other way to let you reach more of her sensitive neck. You made contact with the short blue fur a few inches below her mane in an open mouth kiss. Sealing the area with your lips, you swirl your tongue around in a small circle. A hint of saltiness occupies your sense…evidence of a light coat of sweat from hard flying.

”Mmmmmmh…” She rolls her head back to stretch her neck muscles under your kiss—letting out a soft moan. You finish her swirly and repeat farther up.

Your hand is well past her teats now, following a more restricted and sweatier pathway to her nether bits. You can feel the sharp increase in heat and humidity as you home in on the intersection of her legs and tail. You spread your fingers across her muff.

“Mgh!”

She suddenly grunts and curls into your touch; abdominals flex and her hind legs press against the bed to push her crotch into your hand, ”R-right there! It’s…i-itchy!”

Her features are crossed in a wince of desperation, her tongue hangs out the side of her clenched teeth, “It’s what?”

“It’s, really…itchy.” She chokes out one word at a time. Apparently so…you could only imagine what it was like to be covered in fur and constrained to a wetsuit all day. Such cruel treatment deserves some compensation. Your fingers dig into the dense fur of her crotch and you scratch around giving her the consideration demanded by your empathy. You temporarily abandon her nape and pull back to watch with a smile as her eyes squint shut in satisfaction. Your fingers fight the tension of her suit and snake to the crevices of her hind legs where you make sure to fire off every coiled nerve in the sweaty channels. Returning to the center of her muff, you dig past fur above her pubic bone and roughly stimulate the skin underneath. She lets off a few more little grunts as you finish relieving her itch. Finally satiated, she lowers her midsection back down and regains her composure.

“You alright Dash?”

She peeks an eye over at you and races to come up with a response, ”W-what? I’ve been itching at it all day but my hoof doesn’t work through the—”

“—Dash…” She stops and looks at you wide eyed, “…you don’t have to make up excuses to ask a favor.”

She grins, “Heh, I’ll keep that in mi-aah!” Her fore hooves tuck and electricity forces her hind legs to rocket straight out. You’re almost as surprised as she is when your finger tips the ledge into her crevice, you thought she would’ve felt it coming. You weren’t really into surprises, but you have to admit it was a bit fun to watch her go from cozy to screaming in pleasure in a heartbeat. Besides, it’s about time to get the show on the road.

You roll the pad of your finger around in a small circle at the top of her moist opening. You’d never felt her with your fingers before, and it was astonishingly exhilarating. The movement works past the smooth lips and into the hot, slimy flesh between. Her hind legs kick away, halfheartedly trying to escape the sudden overload of stimulation, ”Gaah!”

You move back to her neck as you feel her wing harden underneath you, “You’re really sensitive you know.”

Her eyes stay shut, ”I-I am not! Your fingers are co-h-hold!”

You slide your other arm under her neck and pull her opposite shoulder into you—kissing her flushed cheek, “You know, I think you just don’t want to admit it.” She pouts and turns her head, determined to stick to her story. But your finger was determined as well, and it currently had the high ground. You finally find the muscular nub buried deep in the corner of her protective folds; her trembling thighs confirm the importance of your discovery, “Aw come on, there’s nothing wrong with being a bit sensitive.”

Her indignant attitude was giving way to embarrassment as her will to resist got weaker and weaker. You see her muzzle part and you brace yourself for a snarky comeback, “…Right…agh!…” She gasps.

Sounds like she’s breaking down sooner than you thought. As interested as you were in feeling her you retreat back to the edge of her labia in teasing circles, “Didn’t catch that Dash.”

You watch with amusement as her hind legs attempt to push her hips towards your shy hand, “I d-didn’t s-s-say…”

“Didn’t say what?” You stifle a chuckle as she spreads her legs further and scoots back even more, a clear attempt to coerce more contact from your stubborn finger.

“Quit your…grr! I’m t-tryin’ t-t…eh!”

Your finger remained steadfast—driving her insane on the fine line of her erogenous zone, and despite her best efforts to take matters into her own hooves she was getting nowhere without your cooperation, “Remember what I said about asking favors?”

Her fore hooves smack the mattress in frustration as your teasing pushes her past her breaking point, “Oh for cryin’ out loud! I said rub it you oaf!”

So much anger…”Rub what?”

“My cli-ieeep!”

You give her what she wants before she has a chance to get any more worked up, you didn’t need any clarification anyways. You watch with a smile as your adorable pegasus abandons her ego to shamelessly hump her pleasure button against you.

“You could’ve just asked you know.” You add some pressure on her clitoris and it slips past your pad in a wink, so that twitching thing is her clit…how did you not connect the dots before? But you don’t have time to contemplate your stupidity, she winks again demanding attention. This time you put pressure on it forcing it to stay exposed in its erect position.

“Aaaagh!…Ngh-hhnnnn…” She squeals before moaning. Her face is locked in a grimace of pleasure and she tries to retract her vulnerable mare button to no avail. You slowly bring your thumb down to massage it against the top of her wet lips.

Suddenly her body goes rigid and the nub starts to throb against your fingers, there it is…You plant a kiss on the side of her cheek; with her remaining coherence she brings up a fore hoof to hold your head there as she silently endures her orgasm.

After more than a few seconds you feel her relax and let out a shaky breath. You withdraw your finger from her overly sensitive bits and instead circle your palm slowly across her slippery lips—just to make sure she didn’t go into withdrawal.

She turns to peck your lips with a rare timid smirk, “M-maybe a little…”

“What?”

Her rosy cheeks flash in humility, “I might be a b-bit s-sensitive.”

“Hahahahaha!” Her ears fold as she watches you with a fond smile, “Your secret’s safe with me.” Eyes meet in a loving gaze and you hold the romantic look long enough to make most children puke.

Suddenly a shiver runs through her body forcing her to blink, “Uhh…Anon.”

“Hmm?” You hum as you nuzzle up against her nose.

“This is great and all, b-but uhh…” She trails off as another shiver runs her spine, “…I s-should probably g-get outta this thing.” She tugs at her collar flap for emphasis.

Her comment brings you back to reality and you realize your hand is still giving her attention. You regrettably pull it out from her suit before you get her too worked up again, “Right…I forgot, you got us sidetracked.”

“I got us sidetracked? You’re the one who wanted to feel my teats!” She jabs playfully.

“Well you said I could…and they’re your teats.” You poke her sternum with an accusing finger for emphasis.

She parts her lips but pauses; her eyes squint and search your mocking ones as her mind races to find a worthy comeback. Yeah…think about that for a while. Suddenly remembering your abandoned mission you resume helping her escape her suit. After a few frustrated grunts and painful wing slaps your mare finally stands naked in front of you. The suit gets tossed aside and she pounces on her human.

”Your turn.” Her husky voice breathes into your ear. She leans into you to reach your shirt buttons and your hand searches for the furless skin under her tail. Teeth quickly unbutton the top of your polo, but the second one gives her trouble. You overshoot at first and swipe her taut anus. She flinches but otherwise doesn’t move. You take that as a green light and gently rub the smooth circle again before trailing lower to her sopping lips. A quiet schlicking noise emanates from between her legs as your gyrating fingers swipe her winking clit.

”Ghh!” Dash’s muzzle yanks down and she presses the top of her head into your belly in an attempt to handle the stimulation. The button that was between her teeth…was still between her teeth. You look down to see a few snapped threads trailing from your shirt. What was with this mare and tearing your clothes? Not that you minded, but—

*thwp

Dash spits out the button and it gets lost somewhere across the room, “Dude!”

You focus on her frustrated features.

”Take it easy! I wanna get you off too ya know!” As if on cue, another shudder racks her body, courtesy of your hand. You can’t tell whether it made her mood better or worse. What you do know is that as good as it felt it was keeping her from doing what she wanted. Reluctantly, you decide to play it safe and withdraw your digits from her slippery region. Instead you comb through the place you were itching for her before. Her pubic fur was a good inch longer than the short fur that covered the rest of her. No wonder it got irritated in that outfit.

She grunts angrily, apparently that was still too much distraction. You’ll help her unbutton, that’s what she wants anyways… Your fingers move to the button under the one she’s working on.

”Stop!”

“Huh?”

”I wanna do it!”

Okay…so much for that. You throw your hands up in surrender and she leans in again to undo the remaining buttons with her teeth. Apparently she wanted the satisfaction of disrobing you herself. Crazy mare probably thought of it as a challenge or something. Without your distraction she finishes quickly and all remaining buttons remain sewn. You slide your arms out from your shirt and barely have time to toss it aside before her muzzle goes to your crotch.

“I go…you got it…” Your words fall on deaf ears as she works her furry muzzle in to clasp your zipper. She yanks the zipper down and nips threateningly at your fingers when you go to pop the button.

With the help of a very enthusiastic companion, you shimmy out of all your trousers in one awkward motion emerging completely naked at the end of the process. Your erection stands tall and proud and you suddenly find it difficult to look your mare in the eye in your exposed state. You still can’t get over the feeling of being naked and turned on in front of someone else, especially when you were turned on because of them. Her tail flicks as she takes position beside you and lays a fore hoof across your abdomen; her muzzle points towards your midsection and you can feel her breathing deepen.

But before she proceeds she turns back to you with an inquisitive look, ”Did you shave your hair or something?”

“Y-yeah.” Your face was beat red, you could feel it. Her eyes linger on yours, taking note of your sudden nervousness. Being naked was a much more jarring thing for you than it was for her.

”I…I like it,” She gulps and looks away, mustering the courage to meet your gaze for her follow up, “I…y-you look really g-good Anon.”

Her cheeks now matched yours, but your unspoken gratitude and morale boost was all the reward she needed. She cracks a smile. Eyes suddenly unfocus as she looks right through you; you study the perplexing expression and notice her nostrils are flaring. Her gaze follows her nose as it homes in on the point of interest.

Your nerve doesn't get a break as her attention turns back to your midsection and immediately nuzzles your sack. Sampling breaths turn into indulging ones as she finds the apparent source of your male scent. Her eyes roll back as she closes them—your musk unlocking every last bit of tempered arousal. The air tickles and her hot breath cools quickly over the light layer of sweat on your organs. With each breath she seems to relax and sink a bit farther into the sheets.

You lay your head back and feel embarrassing heat rush back to your face as she brings a hoof to gingerly hold your bobbing shaft. The cyan appendages take special care to only touch you with their soft frogs. She’d never actually gotten a chance to see you before, the last time you two had fun it was dark and she likely missed all the details she was shamelessly soaking up now.

Finally she withdraws and angles your member right at her lips, teasing your skin with the thin layer of fur. A quick change of position and Dash suddenly has her hooves around the base of your member and her tongue splayed out across your glans.

“Whoa!” Her tongue retreats—leaving a glistening coat of her saliva on your pink head. Her head darts back to evaluate your response, she stares at your breathless expression for a moment before leaning back in and eagerly licking at the smooth bulb. Unable to tear your eyes away from your treatment, you prop yourself up and stare on as Dash goes to work. Her rapid licks slow a bit as she starts tending to your full length: starting at your base and escalating to your tip.

“Ohh Rainbow!”

Out of the corner of your eye you see her tail swish happily in response to her name.

The mare continues lapping at your shaft like it was her favorite popsicle on a hot day. She works her way around the nearest side before pinning the top of your head to your belly with her hoof. Her actions leave your underside completely exposed to her and she starts attending to the full length of your newly exposed angle. A throaty moan leaves her body as her invasive tongue moves from your testes to your very tip, displacing the spongy tissue and squeezing a few drops of pre out of your tube.

"Oh shi...Rainbow!"

A surprisingly girly giggle surprises you and she makes no effort to conceal it. Your positive feedback makes her shift position again. Both her hooves move to opposite ends of your member and spread it out across your abdomen. She wasn’t exactly sure how to make you feel any better, but her inexperience wasn’t going to keep her from trying. She rights herself completely to give her muzzle the best angle and leans in with pursed lips.

Her warm pucker seals against your spongy undershaft and she swirls her tongue around in circles.

“Ngah!” Your toes curl and eyes shut as her hot, wet, sucking kiss fires off every nerve it covered. You see her prismatic tail swim across the sheets again—elated with your response. Her seal finally breaks and she separates with a loud pop, a red circle of flushed skin glistens under a liberal amount of her spit. She moves farther up and repeats the process, all the while paying close attention to every bit of physical and verbal feedback you were providing. Her technique was interesting but surprisingly stimulating. Whether it was due to inexperience, creativity, or culture you don't know. And you don’t care.

Your head thumps against the bed and the world swirls around you as you enjoy your Dash-style blowjob. Heh…Rainblowjob…Hooves and a warm mouth shelter you under her caring embrace as she lathers you up in an expression of her love. Her long, pink tongue trails a few more affectionate licks above the red circles on your under-shaft, subduing the inflammation with a million stippled taste buds. You were starting to feel a building pressure but you bite the bullet and fight it off. The assault of hot breath, spit and dexterous lips continues for the better part of the next minute until you begin to fear an early finish to your romantic evening.

“Dash…” She gives your head a final lingering lick before turning her flushed cheeks and dilated eyes to face you. A long string of saliva stretches between her chin and your spoiled member, and she breathes deliberately—hungry gaze locked unwaveringly on yours.

“…your turn.” You can tell she has mixed feelings about leaving a job half finished, but her excitement gets the better of her. She comes crashing into your outstretched arms and you fight to get in front of her pointed muzzle. Her body snuggles against yours before she allows you to land the kiss. Any hint of dinner had long since been washed away by copious salivation; only the natural flavor of your mare and the smell of her spit soaked muzzle remained.

She breaks the kiss, “I don’t mind finishing you.” Your reassurances and her apparently stellar performance had given her the chest full of confidence she lacked before.

How do you put this...“I was kinda hoping to…uh—”

”—like last time?”

“…y-yeah.”

”Heheh! I w-was hoping you’d say that.” ...That's it...you're going to marry this mare. You pull her wet lips back into yours and lose yourself in the sheer intensity of her encompassing presence. You reach across her back dragging your fingers against the grain of her fur. You focus your hands on the terse muscles in the cradle of her wings. She unwillingly arches her back away from you in response to the sensations and you pull her thumping breast into yours in one swift movement.

You start to feel her shudder and giggle. You don’t get what’s funny, but you keep working her out, ”Hmhmmm-hmhmhm!” She chuckles into your mouth.

“Whath’s uh?” You manage with a tongue half way between your teeth.

Her chipper grin fills your vision, ”It’s just…heheh this is fun!”

It overjoys you to see her back in her typical high spirits, “Well…ready to make it more fun?”

”Buck yeah!”

She gets up and spins around planting her forelegs on the bed and sticking her rump in the air, “Oh…that’s not what I—“

”—Hurry up and put it in!”

On second thought this angle should work too. You scoot closer to her and sit back on your knees. She’s got her smiling muzzle buried in the sheets with some fabric clenched between her teeth; her eyes are squinted shut in anticipation and her wings are perfectly rigid. The sight of her like this almost makes your heart stop, but you don’t want to keep her waiting. You lift her tail out of the way to reveal her gorgeous mare parts in all their wet splendor. The multiple colors converge right above a smooth donut, beautiful naked skin spans the short distance to the next crevice in her geography, her flushed innards barely visible behind puffy pink lips, ”Ayy, 'r theeth new theets?” She asks with genuine interest—the fabric in question filling her mouth.

“Yep.” You spread her furry cheeks and place a fat lick across her folds.

“Eeeep!”

She jumps and squeaks, distinctly aware and thoroughly embarrassed that you were now tasting her unwashed genitals. But your firm hold on her thighs kept you cemented between her butt, ”Anon! An-aah!” The smooth, bare skin spasmed underneath your tongue as she furiously winked into your mouth. Her lips were primarily salty from sweat, but the spot between them was much smoother and milkier. Whatever it is you want more.

”Anon!” You raise your head from her nethers to see her flustered face looking back at you, ”Isn’t it a b-bit…d-dirty?”

“What?” Your chest flutters as you look down between her legs and pull one fold aside with a thumb. She winces as her sensitive canal gets exposed to the cool evening air, “I told you before I don't mind Dash.”

She averts her gaze and shuffles her hind legs uncomfortably, ”I-it's just…s-stallions don’t usually d-do that sorta th-thing.” That just didn’t make any sense, what are they all gay or something? Dash squirms nervously in your hold and shamefully keeps her eyes from meeting yours.

“That’s ridiculous.” You spread her and lean back in.

”Aaghaaah…”

After a bit of prodding you manage to slip into her clitoral hood. The taste and unmasked scent of her raw sex was intoxicating; her powerful pheromones flood your senses and send your vision swimming. The tang of her sheltered corner gives way to milkier sweetness the farther you move up her cleft and dance around the precipice of her depths. She soon forgets her inhibitions amidst the pleasure and leans her rump back into your maw in a desperate attempt to penetrate herself on your tongue.

You dive into her hole and curl up on her slippery wall while your nose vies with her protruded anus for space on her plot, ”Whah! Right there!”

You’d need a longer tool to reach anything of value since she lacked the nerve density she had elsewhere, but she seemed to get enough pleasure from the knowledge of the intimate act in itself. You lose track of time as your cunnilingus continues through countless bouts of quivering and moaning, but as predicted, she starts to lose it.

”Oaaagh!”

A few more prods send her over the edge and her walls block you off as every muscle in her crotch flexes. You circle the tense hole a bit, no longer able to push your tongue past her resistance. You braced for more vocals, but they never come. Instead a prismatic fluttering catches your attention. Her dock was having some sort of seizure; the colors of her tail blending in a blur of movement. The affects of her orgasm were too distracting and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with her demanding movements. You struggle to keep your position as she grinds desperately against your mouth, her powerful winks drawing stimulation that prolonged her release. Her musky smell intensifies and gives you more incentive to give her what she wants.

After a few seconds of fireworks she takes a deep breath. Her rigid spine finally relaxes and you feel her soft belly breathe out a relieved coo. With her immediate tension relieved you pull back and look at what you’ve done. Her butt was covered in spit and juices—its hair a matted and lumpy mess. She looks back at you with an open-mouth smile and rosy cheeks, nostrils flared with each breath and her submissively folded ears complemented loving, thankful eyes. Nothing you could possibly do would make you deserving of her. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

You give her labia one parting kiss before guiding her to lay on her back. Hot Dash breath warms your face as you lean in towards her smiling, amorous eyes. As soon as you get close enough she steals a soft kiss from your lips indifferent to where they’d been a moment ago. It wasn’t anything like her slobbery assaults from earlier, it was much more sensual. You wrap her up in your arms to snuggle closer to her warmth as you match her kiss straight on. Your noses rest against each other and share each other’s air in an intimate display of mutual comfort.

You break the kiss and caress her cheek, your other hand reaches back to hook around the crevice of her knee. Her legs automatically spread in anticipation of the next event.

Fuzzy lips steal your breath at its source. You pull off her with a pop and peck the tip of her sweaty nose. Dilated magenta eyes pry open your emotional floodgates as her scratchy giggle goes straight to your heart. You take a deep breath and lower your member into her sea of moist skin.

She gasps but maintains eye contact as you grind against her hot folds to refresh its layer of lubrication. You let out a satisfying grunt of your own as you realize how pent up you’d been in her absence. You ensure there’s enough lubrication to keep her comfortable, then adjust to lay your tip against her glistening sex. Hearts race and you swallow a final lump in your throat. She hadn't asked you to take it slow this time and you could tell she wasn't going to, however her cocky eagerness tapered off a bit at the prospect of imminent penetration. Remembering how you calmed her before, you lean forward and pull away from her hips.

Mouths hover next to each other with enough of an overlap to pass breaths freely. Her eyes bore questions into yours as she inhales your whisper of comfort, “I love you more than anything in the world Rainbow Dash…”

She chokes on a lump in her throat when she hears your heartfelt words. Then she tries to take you right there; your member pierces her fatty folds before you counter and pull away—a lone string of sex fluid connecting your glans to her crevice, “Shhhhh…shhhhh…don’t rush this…take it slow, make it last…”

Simple words seem to possess a magic of their own as the puddle of pegasus in your arms whimpers as she tries to snuggle even closer to you. She couldn't speak past her stifling attachment, but you understood everything she was saying.

Tendrils of her deep rooted drive to mate snake up around the corners of her mind and begin to pull her deeper into the pit of lust. You patiently wait as you experience her whimpers turn into nuzzles and her nuzzles turn into licks. Soon enough she’s rubbing up against you—ready to take you in again.

You withdraw from your hug just enough to nuzzle your nose against hers and look into her eyes. Coming to terms with your fluttering chest, you slowly push your hips forward and watch as Dash’s eyes struggle to stay open. Her body tenses as the diamond-hard member between your legs lances her engorged labia and your head flares just underneath her lips.

”Mmmmmhg…” Her chin tucks to her chest and her ears fold from their half-forward state as she moans in pleasure. Inch by inch you disappear into her feverish body; the counter-instinctive slow penetration was worth every second.

“Agh!” Your teeth grind together as the tightness of her canal pulls back on the skin of your shaft and exposes the rim of your slick glans to contact her hot walls.

”Goaoh…” More of your weight leans onto her as you finally bottom out. The audible indication of her penetrated sex squelching against your crotch goes unnoticed to the near-unconscious mare, ”Ooooooh…Anooon.”

You give the top of her snout a kiss before leaning back a bit. She flexes her abs sporadically in response to the foreign object inside her. The clenching tugs on the natural angle of your erection and you fight a shudder. Her half-lidded eyes meet yours and all you can make out is that she wanted to be rutted…hard. Hips start to pump against each other and her wetness starts to lather your crotch. Her folds slobber even more as you begin to pick up speed—stimulating the deep tissue of her innards.

”Ooagh!”

Her tail flicks against your butt in sync with your heavy thrusts and the mattress starts to squeak with repetition.

”Anon!”

You take advantage of your tempered member and chisel away at different parts of her inner wall. After a few thrusts you find a patch of wrinkles that bulge out from top of her canal.

”Yes! Keep it-aah!…there!”

You angle to rub harder against her little speed bumps—forcing her legs to buck wildly every time you hit it. You shift your attention away from her nethers to see an incredibly satisfying open mouth grin on her face. You continue rubbing on her strangely obtrusive mound of flesh and savor every grunt and cry.

”A-Anon?” The inflection in her voice is lost on you over the plethora of sensations you’re experiencing, but the sound of your name makes you pump harder. She starts to squirm as an unfamiliar tingly pressure builds in her nether region, "An-nuugh!" You kiss her mouth as she grits her teeth and winces with every thrust into her g-spot. You break the kiss to let her breathe and she blurts out, ”Wait I-I-I have t-to-uugh!—“

By the time you realize what she’s saying and slow down, it’s too late. Your colorful pegasus lets out a frightened whimper as she crests the peak of another climax. The unknown sensations were startlingly close to something she desperately did not want, yet they were indescribably wonderful. The luscious blue feathers of her wings quiver and spread under muscle tension while her dock pulls as far back as physically possible. Her face freezes in a grimace of pleasure and you feel her wink so hard you’re afraid she might pull a muscle. Suddenly a pressurized stream of hot fluid escapes the strong seal her clenched canal had on you—spurting down your half-buried penis with a loud squelch.

“Ngaaah!” She cries as the torrid stream tapers off then returns with a second contraction.

You hold her waist and watch with surprise as the clear, viscous fluid warms your crotch and audibly splatters anything in its path. A third contraction sprays you with more of her concentrated mare slime and she finally breathes again. You stare down in shock at the wore out pegasus as her hooves tremble with the slightest of movements and her whole body shudders with every exhale. The pegasus juice drips off you in long, thick strings. That was incredible.

Despite her experience she didn’t seem as enthusiastic in the afterglow; her hoof covered her rosy muzzle and her eyes wavered with embarrassment, “I-I’m s-sorry, I didn’t realize I ne-eeded to…” Her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper and she looks off to the side. She’s so embarrassed her ears are turning red.

You’re hit with strong empathy for the mare, “Hey it’s fine, why would I be upset at you Rainbow?” You clear an orange lock from her brow, but she still hides behind her muzzle.

Her eyes start to well up as they did everything to avoid your confused gaze, “I-I didn’t kn-ow I-I had to uu-use the b-bathroom…” Her quaking, almost sobbing voice cracks under emotional strain. Oh no, the poor thing, that’s why she’s so upset...

Your hand moves down to swipe the inside of her soaked thigh, and you bring it to your nose, then your mouth. It carried a sharper tang—a strange cross between detergent and chlorine, and it tasted like very tangy milk. Nothing but natural product of a young, healthy, horny pegasus mare. Your actions prove what you’ve known all along and Dash finally musters the courage to meet your eyes. You seize the moment and pull her hoof away to bring your mouth to hers. The taste and smell of your lips assured her that it wasn't what she initially feared. And with your lover back in high spirits, it was time to finish what you started.

Remnant shudders still travel her nimble frame, but you allow them no time to abate. With your lips still locked you hilt yourself into her by the roots of her wings. Her grunts tickle your throat and your hands go to work on her feathery leading edges.

Her lubricant production tapers off to a comfortable mean but your member slides into her like glass on ice. Her body didn’t know what to do. Commands coming from her oversensitive crotch and flight muscles conflicted with the scattered ones coming from her brain. The result was a twitching, drooling mess of a pegasus that could do little more than breathe and process pleasure. Laying your belly on hers you manage to match up the angle of your throbbing erection with the angle of her canal. The result was frictionless but deeper penetration.

”Eeep!”

Her cervix teased your glans with harder thrusts. The mucous slick donut tickled your very tip and made you flare uncontrollably in an attempt to grow the last fraction of an inch. You’d never considered yourself big by any means, but her biology was optimized for normal equine mating which included a longer penis, but also a less efficient mounting position. In the end your flexibility won the day and allowed you to give your mare the experience of her life. You hilt again before grinding deeper into her body.

”Gaooohohohoh!”

You could just…”Ngh!”…barely…”Mph!”…reach….”Gaaah!” Dash holds onto your torso and lets out airy squeals of pleasure from the deep stimulation. You continue your short bobs into her depths until your breathing gets shakier and your joints begin to tremble. A familiar pressure begins to rapidly mount behind your shaft. Your hands barely continue to stimulate her wings as you collapse onto her sweaty form. You bury your nose in her mane and nudge into her a few more times as you struggle to hold the dam of fluid in your groin. Recognizing the drop-off quickly approaching, you devote your remaining lucidity to putting delicate down-pressure on the throbbing flight appendages.

“Ahhhhg Rainbow!”

Your long-awaited orgasm finally hits you. The dam collapses and hot fluid screams down your tube. Your shaft and head swell as a high-pressure stream of semen spurts into her deepest of parts. The second contraction is just as powerful as the first and more of your virile fluid paints Dash’s cervix. She revels in the unparalleled satisfaction of being inseminated as the feeling of your erupting sperm psychologically trips her final climax. You float with your mare on a cloud made of happiness as your testes finish making a mess in her. Finally, a sweeping calm washes through you to gently extinguish the burning lust that had carried you to this point. The frantic motion of your hips devolves into a gentle rock and the post-orgasmic sensitivity keeps you from doing anything drastic.

You snap out of your high to find yourself staring down at Dash’s glassy eyes. She struggles to hold your gaze and you realize she still in the midst of her orgasm. You knead her wing joints and plant gentle kisses on her quaking muzzle until she’s done. Ecstasy releases her back to you and she sighs with an incredulous smile—her pent up libido more satisfied than she ever thought possible. Dash gives you a final goodbye wink as you withdraw your still hard member from her comforting clutches and rest the numb hotdog against her meaty buns. You crane your head up and balance with your noses touching—sharing breath.

”Hmhmhmhmhmm…” Her dopey giggle made her sex high very apparent. Her features portray a unique cross between happiness, playfulness, and exhaustion as she gazes up at you.

“What now…” You prod breathlessly.

”N-Nothing…Hmhmhmm!”

“Tell me.”

”No it’s stupid!…Heheh!” Her giggling scratchy voice was music to your ears.

“Dash tell me!” You cup her face to give the semblance of interrogation.

”Hmmhmm…haha—” You kiss her in an attempt to stifle her laughing. She keeps on regardless, but eventually concedes when your ticklish fingers move to her sweaty leg pits, ”—mmkah! Maky I’ll tell!” You break the seal to allow her to speak.

”I was just uhh, thinking of a stupid joke I heard a while back, it’s not very—“

“—Just spit it out.”

”…Heh! Okay, it’s like-hahahaha—” You haplessly let her ride her bout of laughter, ”—Is that melted ice cream or are you just happy to see me-hehe-hahahaha!”

She’s totally out of it, “Yeah the store was all sold out of human jizz so I figured ice cream would work just as good.”

”Hahahahahahaha!”

“Heh, maybe I’ll just stick a popsicle stick inside you and put you in the freezer. Make myself a homemade vanilla ice pop.”

”Hah-*gasp-ahahahahahahaha!” The ridiculous amount of endorphins that you’d flooded her system with seem to compromise her sanity as she laughs relentlessly against you. You finally lose to the sight of her and join in. Your recovery takes longer than it should have, but you both eventually get control of yourselves.

You boop her nose and she playfully tries to bite your finger, “Truthfully, yes, I’m very glad to see you.” Happiness replaces most of her humor and she locks onto your eyes with a loving gaze, “I’ve been thinking about you all weekend.”

”Me too I…” Her cheeks flush red and she pauses, ”…I kept looking to see if you were in the stands.”

You quickly bury your face in her mane to avoid letting her see the unmanly emotions that were welling up in your eyes, “Well here I am.” You hug each other tighter, rolling onto your sides before scooting away from the sizable wet spot on the mattress. Brand new sheets too. You idly stroke the fur of her shoulder and neck—her powerful post-coitus smells blending into a soothing haze. Hooves gently circle your back and you both silently agree to call it quits for the day.

You awkwardly lean over her and flip the lamp off. Now only the candlelight remained. You find your spot again and Dash makes herself at home on you. Her muzzle finds the crook of your neck and her belly presses up to yours. One loving wing moves to shelter your shoulders and back and she nuzzles against the base of your jaw. No matter how tangled up you got in each other it never seemed to be enough.

"You know I was going to rut you even if you hadn't made me dinner right?"

The serious question made you chuckle and you sift through the fur of her shoulder, "Well I had to show my appreciation somehow."

Dash stays silent for a moment, your breaths the only sounds in the dark room, "...You don't need to do things for me to prove you l-love me."

Your chest constricts and your heart pauses for longer than it should, you love her so much it actually hurts a bit, "I know...but I enjoy it."

She nuzzles your jaw hard, "You're the best dude."

"I know."

She smacks your shoulder...very weakly. A content grin cements itself on your face as your post-orgasm brain shuts down. Her wings make such good blankets. You squeeze her tighter but her stomach gurgles and she shifts in your grasp.

"Hey...Anon."

"Huh?" You mumble.

"Guess what?" Her whisper had a dangerously mischievous tone.

"Huh?" You ask.

"You might need a napkin, your ice cream is dripping."

"......" Dash is silent while you return from the edge of slumber to re-evaluate her comment, "...Aww gross!"

"Heheheh you better hurry it's really runny-heh." She lays her hind hoof on top of your thigh but otherwise remains lounged against you.

"Dash come on it's late."

She prods your chest, "It's only midnight."

"Yeah...you go to sleep at nine, how are you not tired?"

"Tired? After that like...four...no five orgasms. Are you kidding me I've never felt more awake!"

Dear Celestia, "I'm pretty sure it was four."

"No cuz that one counted for two."

"Which one?"

"The one where you were like mpf mpf mpf, and I was like ngh ngh ngh, and then whoosh!"

"...You mean the one where you sort of...mare-jizzed."

"Uhh yeah..." The first hint of sobriety taints her mirthful attitude as she recalls her fears. But it quickly subsides, "...wasn't that awesome!"

"It was pretty cool...now get to sleep."

"...But it's still running."

"That's your problem not mine."

You feel her clench her abs and let out a quiet grunt, "Oh geez that's a lot—"

"—Don't push it out!"

"Heheheh...I thought it wasn't your problem."

"Well it'll be both our problems if it gets everywhere!"

"......"

"Dash?" You wait a moment but she stays silent, "Rainbow!"

"...Heheh it tickles."

"Just...squeeze your legs or something—"

"—Wait..."

"What?"

"...It just dripped."

There was a trade off between caring about staining the sheets and getting out of bed to get some tissues. And at this point there was very little that could motivate you to move and the linens were probably ruined anyways...back to sleep.

"All over your brand new sheets."

"I don't care—"

"—Oh, that was a big drip it's like a—"

"—Shutup already—"

"—Like a big...vanilla waterfall—"

"—I'm an inventor now I need to sleep—"

"—A fountain...no...a geyser, a geyser of warm vanilla—

"—Rainbow quit it!" As much as you hated it her explicitly humorous comments had you on the brink of laughter...her feathers tipped you over the edge, "Hahahahaha!"

You move your arm to shield your side, but her wing returns its warm, protective hold. You feel breath on your face and open your eyes to see hers. Magenta irises flicker in the waning firelight.

"The sheets are clean...I just wanted to see you smile again."

Your heart wells up in your throat and you grant the one in-a-million-mare her hard earned smile. She moves to give you a passionate goodnight kiss and you focus on her every taste and texture in hopes of carrying the heavenly sensation with you to the dream world.

“I love you more than anything Rainbow Dash.”

Her smile curves against your cheek as she finds a resting spot for her head, ”I know.”