Author's Notes:

And now for the predictable and cliché clop that every HIE needs.

The afternoon went by in a blur and before you know it you’re sprawled on your bed in your sleeping attire with a big stupid grin on your face. The dark room was partially filled with a soft moonlight that gave the ceiling just enough detail to hold your passive interest. Your blush had long since receded, but your lips still tingled when you thought about what had happened on your couch earlier. You swear you’ll never get tired of her. You also need to check the couch cracks for chocolate. You briefly contemplate getting up but your body resists…you’ll do it tomorrow.

You glance over at the alarm clock to make sure it was set. Dash was adamant about sleeping in as late as possible before her show.

The monotonous drone of your shower travels down the dark hallway and reaches your ears; your mind drifts to the mare it contained. You have to admit things had progressed pretty quickly between you two, but it brought no cause for concern. First and foremost you’d known almost everything about each other for nearly a year so you got to skip that part of relationship building. Seldom did a day go by where you didn’t grab lunch with her, or watch her practice. For some reason she always seemed to enjoy hanging out with you…even though you hated sports. You didn’t hate the idea of sports, you just weren’t any good at them. Early on you’d wondered why she kept stopping by to drag you to the park every afternoon. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, on the contrary, you thought it was awesome that you got to interact with a supersonic flying pony. The best explanation you could come up with was she thought you were cool because you were an alien. But as time passed your novelty never seemed to wear off; you eventually put your pointless questions behind you and started enjoying her for who she was.

It took some effort to see past her brazen first impression; it wasn’t uncommon for her to tease you and ‘borrow’ your stuff without permission. You just had to read the fine print. It was in the way she never teased you in front of other ponies, the way she’d return your coffee mug cleaner than she got it. She never let on of course, and you never mentioned it, but in the back of your minds you both knew how much you valued each other’s friendship. In retrospect, you were surprised it took as long as it did for you two to pair up. And to think…all because Zephyr was bugging her. You would’ve figured it out eventually right?

…Eventually

You hate to admit it but you kinda owe him one…in a really screwed up sort of way. Honestly you don’t blame him for his obsession, after all, you were guilty of the same charge when it came to the rainbow pegasus. She’s a mare worth obsessing over. The way he dealt with it is what you have a problem with.

You pause your thought locomotive when a particularly cool breeze travels through your open window and chills your bare body. With fall approaching you’re going to have to upgrade from boxers to footsie pajamas. The shower turns off and you hear a hoof smack your porcelain tub—undoubtedly a coordination error. Good thing hooves are tougher than toes…wonder if they get wrinkly in water like toes do? That would be weird...

In the absence of the droning showerhead, sounds of the night greet you from the empty street outside your window. Crickets were the only thing that dared disturb the peaceful town at this time of night. A familiar tune comes to mind and you start humming with your thoughts as best you could. After a year immersed in another world you rarely reminisced, but music was something that always stuck with you. The bathroom door hastily opens and a soaking wet Rainbow stumbles out, tripping over her hooves and bumping into the hallway wall.

”This stupid, ahh…Anon!”

You launch to your feet, concerned by her pained tone, “What’s wrong Dash?”

”I got soap in my eyes! Can’t find the towel!”

You feel a bit of relief…but only a bit, you know how painful soapy eyes can be. Immediately you go to her side and place your hands on her wet withers—guiding her back towards the sink. She has trouble walking as her fore hooves focus primarily on rubbing at the pain.

“I know it hurts Dash but you’re only spreading the soap around more.” She lets out a frustrated grumble but complies with your logic, resorting to furious blinking. You make it to the sink and prop her fore hooves on the counter for her, “It’s going to feel a bit weird, but try to keep your eyes open I’m going to flush them out.”

”Yeah just hurry!” Unable to resist, she buries her face in her forelegs to mitigate the incessant stinging. It must suck not to have hands. But she was luckier than most. Your hands were entirely at her disposal. You take up position behind her with her back against your chest. The faucet comes on full blast with a mix of hot and cold water. One hand cups the refreshing liquid while the other gently coaxes her head away from her legs. You bring the water to an eye and flush it out. The process gets repeated several times with each of her irritated orbs and she does her best to fight her blinking reflex. You pause to check your progress.

“Still burn?”

She blinks a few times. Her hooves return to her eyes now and resume their circling with vigor, ”They’re better…just…itchy.”

“That can’t be comfortable Dash.”

”What, the…uhg itching? Nah it's…wha…?” Your hands shoot underneath her hard hooves, padding her sensitive eyelids with your fingers. You take over for her and begin rubbing her eyes in gentle circles, ”…aahhh…hands are the best.”

Knew it. Her hooves linger in front of her face for a moment unsure of what to do. They soon brace against the counter allowing her to push into your pleasing touch with a content smile. You delicately massage her eyelids with the soft pads of your fingers, her quiet grunts the only noise in the small room. You can’t help but smile at the sight. Her scent is interesting, a bit of her natural spiciness remains, a sharp tang from her pure sport shampoo, and something else much more prominent…

…Petrichor

You don’t remember where you learned the colorful word, but it described her scent perfectly. The smell of a warm rain on dry ground. You glance at the shampoo bottle in the corner of the tub. It’s not coming from the soap, must just be the way her fur smells when wet…like a dog…but a lot better. After a minute you stop. She opens her eyes and blinks a few times to clear them. Content that the itching was gone she pushes back into your chest, looking up at you with a smile. The damp fur of her back wets your chest and her wings readjust as she awkwardly tilts her head back to nuzzle the side of your face, “Heh, Dash, you’re still a bit wet.” Despite your comment you hold her against you.

A bit is an understatement. She withdraws her muzzle and grins at you in the mirror while you wipe water off your face. Her ears fold back and she looks overly happy about what she’s about to say, ”Sorry, I uhh…heheh, I kinda forgot to dry off.”

“Let’s get you dry then, can’t get any rest if you’re all wet.”

She turns around and looks at you with half-lidded eyes, ears fold back as a darker tint begins to fill in under her cyan cheeks. A lock of wet orange and yellow mane droops down between her eyes and sticks to her muzzle, ”No…I can’t.”

Her breath seems to put you in a trance the moment you inhale it. Holy…that was the first time you’ve seen that look. Even during her wing job she didn’t do that…thing, with her eyes; and her voice too, it sounded different. Your heart lurches a little bit and you become aware that you have her undivided attention. In the back of your mind you know what it is, but nervousness overcomes you and you look for an avenue to escape her sultry gaze, “Uhh…heheh, let’s uhh…get you dry.”

You let her stand on her hooves and snatch the towel off its rack. She turns to face you as you kneel down in a small puddle in front of her. Despite your best efforts you start to feel the bathroom close in on you as your face heats up. Why is blushing a thing? It’s just embarrassing and unnecessary.

She sits slightly lower than you and leans in to bump her nose into your neck. Looking over the top of her matted hair, you can see her toned musculature move underneath her fur, ”Whatta ya waiting for Anon.” Her voice and your name are a dangerous combination. The proper tuning of one or the other could easily make your heart stop beating. Unsure of how to handle this yet unseen side of her you opt to start drying her off as soon as possible. Her head stays suspiciously close to your face and it makes it awkward to do your job.

You toss the towel around her neck first and gently rub it down. Invisible droplets of water sprinkle your face and arms—a refreshingly cool sensation in contrast to her hot breath. The droplets freed from her fur create a cloud of petrichor into the air, adding a sense of immersion to the whole experience. Moving farther back you dry off her withers, then the cradle of her wings. Her head moves underneath your chin and you gulp as she brings her nose to your collarbone—nuzzling it softly.

That’s not a good spot to do that. Her fur is a bit ticklish, but not to the point it makes it un-enjoyable. In fact, it feels really nice. Too nice. This time your blush doesn’t intensify—your blood flow switches tracks and heads south instead. Boxer briefs hide little evidence of your reaction. Crap…focus on something else!

You do your best to focus on your job, but you end up mindlessly scrubbing the water from her back. Her tail flicks every time you pull it back against the grain of her short fur; a fact you unfortunately begin noticing. You feel her nibble on your collarbone, moving out to your shoulder, “Um…D-Dash?”

Her only response is to place a hoof on your chest. The added force pushes you off balance and you fall back on your butt from your kneeling position. Now she’s got the height advantage by a few inches. The same heaviness you were feeling was pulling her own eyelids down. She studies your face and her smile grows. A wet nose affectionately bumps yours and she returns to her nuzzling—this time at your cheekbones. You really hope she doesn’t see your blush…or your boner. But in reality both of those things were very difficult to make disappear. Especially if she continues whatever it is she’s doing.

Suddenly remembering she still needs to dry off, you pluck her fore hoof from your chest and rub her leg down. You move to the other leg, then her chest. Productivity is good. Keep doing that. Her enticing scent was even more potent around her spectrum mane. A hot breath skips across your ear as she moves farther around to the back of your jaw, “Dash th-that’s a b-bit distracting.” Her tongue shoots out and dabs the outside of your ear canal, giving you a very loud sample of a licking sound and leaving a supremely distracting wet spot.

”Heh…is it?”

That was obviously a rhetorical question…unnecessary…just like it was unnecessary to rub her chest down for half a minute. Realizing you can’t multitask, you do your best to work around the distractions. You switch to a fresh part of the towel and reach between her forelegs to get her underbelly. You detect a faint change in her breathing when you rub down her soft stomach, that must be soothing, maybe if you keep doing that she’ll let up. Her nosy muzzle moves to your jawline and she traces a fat lick from your chin to your ear. Oh dear god…

*pfft!

She suddenly snorts and shakes her head to clear a ticklish hair in her nose—showering you with more invisible water droplets. Her bedroom eyes briefly turn apologetic as she flashes a shy smile, ”Heh, sorry about that.”

Your wide eyes betrayed what you intended to be a cool response, “N-n-no worries!” That wasn’t very calm, and she notices.

”You uhh…sound a little enthusiastic…”

“I’m just…e-excited to see your pretty face.” That was a pretty good recovery.

Her nostrils flare and she blushes harder in response. Her eyes remain locked on yours, ”Heh, I can see that.” She puts a hoof on your thigh without looking down…right next to your bulge. There’s no way she doesn’t notice it.

You feel like you’re on fire, everything is simultaneously uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. She leans in, homing on your breath…until a drop of water falls from a strand of hair into her eye. She flinches, saving you from your aneurism and giving you another coward's way out,

“H-here let me get that for you.” The towel covers her flushed face and you rub a bit more vigorously than you should. You finally muster the courage to withdraw the towel. She opens her eyes and stares right into yours. The same smile, the same flush, the same sultry look…if anything you only wound her up more, “A-all done!”

But you don’t move to get up. You can’t while she still has you in her paralyzing gaze, ”You forgot my back end.”

Forget wasn’t the right term, more like…you knew that if you had to tend to her rump you’d have a stroke so you just pretended it didn’t exist to the point that you convinced yourself Dash ended at her wings. It was an instinctive response, a memory lapse for the purpose of self-preservation. But what would you be if you were a slave to you inner uncertainties? You certainly wouldn’t have discovered your affection for her. Her eyes flash their own brand of uncertainty as she fears she’s said something wrong. That is one thing you’re definitely not going to let happen.

“Turn around then.” You sound more confident than you are, but she complies. Presented with her broadside, a new thought comes to mind, “Dash…what about under your wings?”

She looks over her shoulder at you, now she’s the one looking nervous, ”No, it keeps the feathers healthier if they’re a b-bit damp.” You learn something new every day.

“Oh…” You wonder what her wing pits smell like. It’s probably a mixture of thunderstorm and fresh, zesty—dammit don’t be weird! You clear your head with a forceful blink before laying the towel down across the small of her back. Well, you try to clear your head, Maybe after she falls asleep you could test your theory…ten bits on it smelling like a thunderstorm. As her back and sides receive their treatment you try not to stare at her cutie marks, but you find your eyes consistently drift back as if a magnet was attracting them. She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind because you get no response from her…though you’re too afraid to look at her face. The thoroughly damp towel travels down her hind leg, covering the outside and inside. Awkwardly you reach underneath her belly and pat down her other leg, your nose inches from her white cloud. Finally finished, you lean back with a deep breath, signifying the end of your work.

”Y-you missed a ss-spot.” Your eyes meet hers briefly before you both look away. She picks up one hind leg and holds it out…opening up a bit so you could reach underneath. This behavior is not helping your problem go away. But at this point you weren’t sure if you wanted it to go away anymore…maybe she doesn’t want it to either.

*gulp

You quickly shove that thought from your mind and instead shift to something equally as awkward. She obviously wants you to dry her teats. You’d learned first hand that ponies didn’t consider that area private. Dash wasn’t aware of the dichotomy, as evidenced by her open nature about it. You did your best and mostly kept your eyes away from them out of respect, and because they were just around the corner from an area that was very much private. But needless to say…self control becomes difficult when her sleeping posture leaves them all out in the open.

So really the only thing weird about this is you making it weird. You really ought to stop being such a pussy…she is your mare friend after all. You take a deep breath and your toweled hand disappears under her abdomen. Initially you aim too high and hit her ticklish belly button nub—earning a giggle from her. You move down, and down, and down…holy crap how far do you have to go? Eventually your hand gets pushed out by a fatty mass. Cupping it, you find that it’s much smaller than you anticipated, kind of like a tennis ball, but cut in half. Her tail flicks a few times in quick succession. From the ‘brief glances’ you’d had before you knew they weren’t very substantial, but the tactile sense added a new level of depth to that knowledge. They have to fit between her hind legs so you guess it makes sense.

Either way disappointment never crosses your mind, as far as you were concerned they were the best pair of tits…teats in the world. Suddenly remembering your primary mission of drying her off, you move to the other mound and rub it down, unable to resist giving it a few squeezes in the process. She looks back inquisitively but opts not to question when she sees that you’re practically sweating blood. You run the towel one last time between her fleshy mounds and powerful thighs before finally withdrawing it. You toss the towel aside for finality sake and she turns to face you.

Without giving you a chance to speak she closes the distance and puts her nose on yours. The heat coming off both of your faces could boil an egg.

”I’m s-still wet…” The words roll off her tongue as a whisper, tickling your parted lips.

At this point you were little more than a flustered mess with a very apparent tent in your shorts, “D-do you need the towel aga-again?” The sound of your heartbeat filling your ears makes you ignorant to your own pitiful, poorly coordinated question. An awkward pause fills the room as she holds her nose to yours—stealing your breaths as you let them out. Half lidded eyes study your face and her ears twitch in their backwards-folded position.

“This is my l-last night here…f-for the air show and all. I…I want to remember it…” She leans in and nuzzles your cheek hard, her fore hoof resting softly on your thigh as her muzzle travels up to your ear, ”And I w-want you to remember it too.” The whisper sends shivers down your spine and gives you goose bumps.

“You’re only gonna be gone for a…a f-few days.”

”That’s a long time…” There was no question about it, there never was really. Dash wanted to go all the way…tonight. Right now. With you.

You swallow a lump in your throat. You love Rainbow Dash. You never gave it much thought the past few days because it didn’t require much thought. You just knew it. No…you felt it. It was like a gut feeling, a deep rooted intuition, a voice in the back of your head that told you she’s the one. You enjoyed absolutely everything about her and your greatest joy would be in knowing that she feels the same way about you. Considering her nature as the element of Loyalty and her self-admitted inexperience with what she was asking of you now…there was a good chance your dreams had come true. Intimacy was never something she took lightly, this is a one-of-a-kind thing for her. Looking into her eyes you detect a bit of nervousness and embarrassment, but there was also a deep sense of familiarity, and from that, confidence. She wasn’t asking some stallion she’d been with for only a few days, she was asking you…a friend, someone she knows.

Someone she trusts.

The fact that she was a talking pony with six appendages, well…seven if you count her tail…didn’t make you hesitate in the slightest. It only made the prospect of intimacy more exciting. It’s just more of her to love. Despite your strong feelings for her, you can’t help but be a bit nervous. A hundred thoughts as to what could go wrong play out in your head. What if you’re not ‘adequate?' What if ponies look down on her because of you? Would she give you a second chance if something went wrong? Your breathing picks up a bit.

you really don’t want to mess this up, maybe you should hold off until—

—*smooch

Her lips mush yours and you suddenly lose your train of thought. Your loving friend’s mouth massages away all traces of fear and doubt in your head, replacing them with desire. She breaks away with a cliché kissing sound and you open your eyes. Smiling magenta orbs beam with hope; she was acting on the deep unspoken trust you both shared. It was something unique between the two of you and the prismatic pegasus was counting on it being enough. Her tail swishes enthusiastically—stuck somewhere between excited and turned on, ”S-so is that a yes?”

Only a sliver of sultriness remained, she’d lost track of her mesmerizing tone in her excitement. But in the end it was her characteristic scratchy voice that helped you overcome the last of your doubts. She’s a stunning mare, a world class athlete, and a Wonderbolt…but she’s still your loyal companion. Because of that simple fact you knew things were going to be alright between you despite whatever obstacles you may encounter.

“Absolutely.”

Her nervous smile blossoms into a genuine toothy grin, eyes portraying unimaginable happiness. Unimaginable to all except you that is…you’re the luckiest guy alive. Your heart lurches in your chest. You just set some extremely exciting plans into motion. Before you know what’s happening, Dash is behind you, pushing you onto your feet with her forehead. Her hard skull punishes your lower back for your slow transition. Once you’re on your feet, she nuzzles into your hand which instinctively moves to reciprocate. She catches your fingers in her mouth and clamps down on them with careful calculated pressure—her teeth gently and painlessly claim your hand as her own. She looks up at you and blushes as endorphins flow and her eyes dilate.

A grin forms on both your faces as your blood rushes from excitement. You were both going somewhere that neither of you had gone before, and you were going there together. You’d never admit your insecurities to her, but knowing that she’d have your back no matter what added a comfortable margin of safety to the adventure. It was a forgiving environment, a learning one. That didn't mean you didn't feel any pressure...or feel the heat still coming off your face.

Deciding she likes what she sees, she tugs on your hand.

She begins excitedly trotting out of the bathroom in front of a swishing tail, dragging you along with a giggle and a perk in her step. You manage to flip the light off as you leave, and Dash leads the way through the moonlit hallway. Her ears perk up when she looks ahead, but the moment she looks back at you they fold again and you feel her lips grin around your fingers. You’ve never seen her like this before, she’s not just excited, she’s not just happy…she’s in love with you. That apparent fact was a better gift than anything she could ever offer. But you have a feeling she was going to do her best to challenge that pretty soon.

You make it to the main room and she redoubles her efforts, no longer leading you…pulling you. The closer you get to your bed in the corner, the more the intimacy of the situation seems to soak in. This is happening.

She doesn’t slow her pace until she’s on top of your mattress. Her gentle bite pulls you onto the bed and she pounces, pinning you against the sheets with fore hooves. Mouths seek each other out in the dim moonlight and eagerly reunite in a flurry of teeth and tongue. Her hind legs prop up her rear end over your belly and she lowers herself to lean on the elbows of her forelegs, locking your head between them. You tilt a bit to allow unrestricted access and a fresh, wet scent overcomes you—milky essence flowing freely from her mouth to yours.

*mmmf

Your tongue shamelessly explores her, relishing the alien feel and flavor of your mate. Your taste buds run along the sharp edges of her incisors as you count them outwards from the center, detecting their separations with the tip of your tongue. She calms herself, her movements becoming slower and more predictable to keep from accidentally biting you; her own muscle acts as an escort by laying across the top of yours. Your hand finds the crevice of her ear and you begin scratching the damp fur underneath out of appreciation. A cool draft invades the room through your open window, but even your exposed legs are kept warm by the thought of her presence. You hear her wings move, but can’t see them.

Your short tongue glides across her first, then second, then third incisor. No wonder she beat you at that apple bobbing contest, she’s got one more pair than you do…better recount just to be sure.

Blistering air escapes her nose in increasingly frequent intervals as she gives herself wholeheartedly to the slobbery embrace. Luckily you’d both gotten some experience as of late, namely, you’d learned how to breathe around each other through your noses—allowing you to prolong the kiss for as long as you’d like. Sensing that she hasn’t had nearly enough, you keep counting past her incisors. One molar…two molars…three molars…Your taste buds suddenly flag a foreign flavor lurking amidst her natural taste. A remnant vein of chocolate in the crevice of her tooth; placed there this afternoon and overlooked by her soft bristle toothbrush. You can’t help but linger for a moment until your conforming tongue routes the invasive sweet from her tooth’s crevice, spreading its essence thinly through the rest of your loving environment.

Her fourth molar was just on the edge of your influence; two of her four spires tease your short reach. You angle a bit and push farther into her. Your tongue stretches, but you only manage to reach the other corner of the same tooth. She giggles at your antics. Ow, you might’ve just strained your tongue…and you still don’t know if she’s got a fifth one hiding back there or not. Finally sensing a respite, Dash’s organ snakes around your tired one and into your mouth. You resign to licking her length as she counts your teeth in much the same fashion you did. The feeling of swiping her taste buds with yours is incredible…you’re pretty sure your legs would collapse if you were still standing. She reaches your canine and gets caught up on the sharp spire.

*mmmmm…

Her tongue starts roughly scraping across your carnivorous enamel. Surprisingly, a shudder runs through her body and she seems to melt further into you as she angles to focus on the pointy tooth. She’d known about your omnivorous tendencies, she’d probably even glanced across your canine before…or at least seen them. But now she was up close and personal with reality.

You were still a predator to her. If her instinct had its way it would send her into fight or flight, but she was comfortable enough with you that the urge was confined to her subconscious. Instead it manifested as an adrenaline rush from a suppressed intuition. You can hear her taste buds scrape against your teeth of interest as she aggressively licks them. You find it a bit funny and a lot of a turn on so you initially allow her to satisfy her need—interrupting only to swallow her tasty donations and readjust. But after a solid minute of scraping she shows no signs of stopping, she bounces between all four canines with increasing haste and waning composure. You taste a dramatic increase in her salivation and the smacking sounds of your embrace amplify in accordance with her out of control appetite. It’s apparent that she’s not in her right mind. She withdraws to swallow and take a few rapid breaths before pushing past your lips again to seek out more of her drug. If she keeps this up she’ll rub herself raw.

Hands move to squeeze her flat ears and you move your slick tongue with hers—hopefully distracting her before she hurt herself. For a moment she tries to lick around it, but soon finds the enthusiastic muscle too tantalizing to ignore. She follows suit and begins gently caressing your tongue with hers. You make sure to thoroughly sample her appendage for the iron taste of blood to ensure she hadn’t scraped herself. The ear rubbing manages to calm her and she stays still long enough for you to lick away any soreness she may have inadvertently caused.

Your hands move from behind her ears and crawl towards the cradle of her wings. Four fingers and a thumb sprawl through her warm fur and coax a happy coo straight from her throat to yours. They glide past her toned shoulder muscles and you feel them tense and twitch from the strain of holding herself up. Dash’s kissing gets heavier and heavier as you get closer and closer to escalating your encounter. Your fingers begin to detect electricity in her back—tense muscles belonging to her wings. Wasting no time, you invade her erogenous zone and begin exploring.

“Mmgh!”

She jumps a bit. Unlike her wings, this was a completely new area for you. You take time feeling out every muscle, adding to your mental ‘Dash anatomy’ map. As you piece together how she works she begins to stir and arches her back to rub her chest fluff against your sternum. What is she doing…?

It was strange in a way. You have absolutely no idea how Rainbow Dash works. All the pornography you’d seen in your high school years didn’t really apply to the pegasus mare, or real life for that matter. And the few sex jokes that you’d heard since you got here did very little to prepare you for this encounter...not to mention that book which, for the record, made no mention of the teeth fixation or the chest rubbing. But despite your fear of the unknown you’re overcome with excitement. You have the distinct privilege of being the first human being to learn about pegasi up close and personal.

You start by digging your fingers into her sinewy back

“Mmnh!”

That one sounded a bit more feminine. You continue doing your best to follow and massage single muscles from end to end. In a way her anatomy was reverse that of a human girl. Her chest and belly had been fair game from the start of your friendship. She’d asked for belly scratches before, usually before a nap and only when alone of course. There was absolutely nothing erotic about touching her underside. You’d first learned when she asked you to scratch some hard to reach itches; she’d even asked you to ‘hit that hairy spot behind my teats,’ before promptly rolling over and showing you the precise location. Apparently her hooves didn’t quite get past the thick fur.

You made up some excuse at the time to decline helping, but now you weren’t about to decline anything. Strange to see how close you’d been to stepping on a land mine all this time. In some areas her erogenous zone began mere inches from places you distinctly remember touching her before. Needless to say you were enjoying the new privileges.

You finish exploring her cradle and move a hand to the root of her wing, the other hand remains to deal with any residual twitching. Her tongue had long since grown tired and resigned itself to bathing in your flavor by snuggling up to yours. The two muscles hold each other as their owners continue their ministrations elsewhere. She’s still not showing any signs of breaking the kiss. You had to agree with her that the wet oral contact was entirely necessary, you wanted to feel as close to each other as physically possible. However, air was becoming scarce. Your nose was serving your needs just fine, but hers was having trouble. Hands had been working her up for some time now and she’d yet to hit any of your hot spots with her hooves. You felt almost felt bad for her, she only wanted to return the favor.

Since she didn’t have any jokes or books to take hints from, she was forced to methodically touch every part of you until she found something. But as far as you were concerned you felt good when she felt good. And she’s feeling pretty damn good. She lets out a cry into your mouth as you pinch a tendon in her wing and knead along its length, her glute twitches as it fruitlessly tries to get her rear leg to buck. Another draft comes in through your window, but this time you feel a cold spot on your stomach—right below your belly button and trailing down your side. You peek over as her messy lips readjust, allowing her to burrow her tongue underneath yours. What you see makes you blush so hard you feel your own heat reflecting off Dash’s face.

Her hind legs propped her rear up in the air over your prostrate form, each one grazing your hips with long ankle fur. Her tail is held up and away from her rump in excitement. In between her hind legs dangles a long, quivering string of sex fluid—crystalline and glistening in the reflected light of a full moon. Your lone dilated eye traces it from the small pool on your abdomen to where it visibly disappears between the silhouettes of her quivering teats. The fervent musk of your partner reaches your nose despite her rapid breathing—completing circuits in your brain only she could. The powerful indication that the mare you loved was aroused by you was unbelievably satisfying. You pull down on her wings and massage the leading edges in small circles.

”Ngh!”

Her belly undulates and the string snaps, a new drop begins to form between the crevice of her teats—clear and sparkling like the last. Your member twitches in response to both her moan and her show as hormones flood your blood stream. Your eyes remained wide open even as you tear your gaze away, the erotic image burned into your retina. You turn your efforts back to your nearly expired kiss in hopes that you wouldn’t finish before you got started. Nimble fingers weave around her wing joint forcing her to finally break the kiss so she could feed her body some much-needed oxygen. She pulls off you with a loud smack—arching her back and trailing a string of saliva from your mouth to hers.

Her urgent inhale is quickly followed by a loud exhale. Hands move farther down her wings simultaneously. Her chest continues to gyrate against you satisfying some unknown urge. She moves back to kiss you again and manages brief contact before her head is once more torn away by sensations in her wings.

“Ggah!”

She drops her head next to yours and pushes her wings into your hands. Digits move with an objective, sorting and tending to the plethora of small tendons and muscles that made her complex wings possible. Heat radiating from her furry, feverish body forces a reaction and you feel a few droplets of sweat form on your nose. Her wings flex under your touch and you return to spots that needed more attention. Her damp muzzle finds the top of your ear. Lips nibble on the cartilaginous structure until she reaches your softer earlobe. She bites down on it and pulls, relenting just before it starts to get painful, “Agh!” You grunt in satisfaction.

She snorts, excited that she finally found one of your hot spots. The mare goes to town nibbling with sharp teeth and tracing your intricate ear with the tip of her tongue. Fingers start delicately digging between feathers in search of naked skin underneath to stimulate. Hind hooves tread quietly on the bed, causing your hips to rock side to side from their impressions.

She finally tires of propping herself up and rests her abdomen on yours. Fuzzy teats mash against your belly and two colder nipples press into your abdominals right below your belly button. The added warmth and positioning forces to you hold back an instinctive thrust of your pelvis. Your hungry pegasus does some mapping of her own as she follows the nerve trail down your ear to your jawbone. Sealed lips provided the suction needed for teeth to bite shallowly at your skin. Instead of breaking the connection every time she wanted to move somewhere else, she simply nibbles her way down your jaw, keeping constant suction and leaving an unbroken red line of moist skin in her wake.

Pads of your fingers make lazy intrusions between her mid-wing feathers, temporarily disappearing in the sea of blue to rake the clammy, naked skin underneath. The room is filled with the music of rapid breathing and moans as you find your predicament getting increasingly heated.

Her hips begin to slowly gyrate on their own accord and her tail lifts subconsciously. Any sex fluid that escaped went undetected between your flushed crotches. Her mouth pauses on your chin to plant a few kisses leading up to your bottom lip. You’re slightly disappointed when she stops her advance before you got to kiss her back. Luckily she wasn’t in the mood to tease and at the first hint of need she quenches your thirst. Her tongue fans out in wide arcs across your lips, moistening them with her intoxicating flavor. She readjusts her hooves and resumes your treatment up the opposite side of your jaw, leaving you with the musty scent of her cooling saliva across your mouth.

Your fingers withdraw and you lay your hands on the root of her wings again, but she suddenly twitches out of your grasp. Must be getting close…You chase them down and grab hold again.

”Ngh!”

You get two quick kicks out of her before her wings tear away from you a second time. Oh crap did it hurt her? Dash senses your fear and pulls away from her nibbling. She turns her wet muzzle sideways and lays it underneath your nose, pressing the side of her slender snout to your lips. She coos as she starts nuzzling affectionately against them; the smell of her sloppy, spitty lips hits you like a truck. Everything about her is a turn on now…Slightly bolstered by the results of your efforts thus far, you manage to voice your concerns just as she moves to plant a kiss on the side of your nose.

“D-D-Dash…”

Her giggle tickles the small hairs inside your airway. Holy crap get it together, “…I-Is everything alright?” Your marginal improvement is nullified by her lips pressing against your nose, closing off one of your airways and giving your words a nasal pitch. She giggles again—vaguely aware that her teats are now gliding across your belly on a layer of her own lubricant. Her muzzle withdraws an inch to respond.

”I-I…don’t want to uhh…fini-finish until you do…Anon.” Despite her stuttering her sultry tone comes off just as hot. But you barely heard her stutter; you were more focused on her intentions. She’s getting close but she doesn’t want to go over the edge without you. Just when you thought she couldn’t get any fuzzier and sexier and more perfect, she does something like this that sets a new standard for how amazing she is. You love this mare so much!

Honestly you didn’t really care if she did anything for you or not, simply seeing her body rock with pleasure, pleasure that you were giving her, was all the stimulation you required.

But Rainbow Dash would have none of that. In an instant she rolls off of you; a quiet squelch is heard as discharge-coated bellies peel off one another. The wet layer on your abdomen wicks away much desired heat. Oh that’s cold. But you don’t have much time to contemplate it before she moves her muzzle near your crotch. Your shaft bobs under its thin covering and the pre-soaked wet spot at your tip grows a bit. Her muzzle drifts closer and closer and your heart rate goes through the roof. Breath permeates the fabric and wafts over your tortured member as she bumps the tip of her nose right against the wet spot. Oh geez!

She bites down on the waistband. The short-wet fur of her lower jaw tickles your sensitive abdomen and forces you to flex as you hold a deep breath. Someone’s ready to move on!

Before you can lift a hand to help her she yanks them free and revels your diamond hard appendage. You start to sit up in a panicked effort to hide your sudden and unexpected exposure.

Your member bobs and twitches above a pair of loose balls, and you actively suppress the urge to cover up in front of her. Come on, commit to this…You watch her face like a hawk, looking for any indicator of whether she liked what she saw. She wastes no time gawking however. Hooves dig into the sheets as she struggles to pull your boxers free from your legs. Hot breath blows across your sensitive skin as she pulls on them like a dog in a game of tug-o-war, and if you weren’t so overcome by being naked you’d marvel at her strength.

“Here, l-let me—”

—*rrrrrrip

And just like that you’re down one pair of special order underwear, “That…cost twenty bits…” You say, more shocked at her sudden aggressiveness than your loss of clothing. The torn fabric falls from her teeth as she giggles. Her eyes linger on yours for a bit before they drift down to your throbbing member. You shift your legs uncomfortably beneath her gaze as you come to terms with being bare in front of your best friend. She slowly moves to sit by your side, eyes stare at you unabashedly as a drop of pre forms at the tip and runs down the underside of your head.

She gulps audibly, ”L-looks like you’re…ready.”

She doesn’t look upset with it, “Y-yeah, I’ve uhh…be-en ready.”

”Oh…y-yeah…” Her eyes finally look to your flushed face and you can see she feels just as nervous as you do. Then they go back to your erection. Much to your discomfort she starts paying even closer attention to it. You could just ask her to stop staring. But hesitation tempers your embarrassment. This is a new thing for her and she needs to get familiar with you first.

She leans down closer and closer until her lips bump against the wet spot at the tip of your head. Her tongue licks her lips and she grins at your taste. Your head reflexively flares in front of her inquisitive eyes. What is there to look at it’s just a dick!

But Dash is not particularly concerned with your indecent exposure. Her lean muzzle maneuvers around you and you brace yourself for inevitable fellatio…except it never comes. You open your eyes to see her sniffing unabashedly at your musk. Even if you could comment in your current state you wouldn’t. It was just one more instinctive ritual that was new to you in this alien world, and you definitely weren’t about to put the brakes on now regardless of how awkward it gets.

She leans forward and places a fore hoof between your legs allowing her the freedom of movement to test you from every angle. The only indication of her sampling is the cool air on your member and the minuscule nose twitches that were just visible in the moonlit room. Finally, she raises her flushed face with a dopey smile. Apparently you passed whatever test that was. Without stalling, Dash promptly rises to her hooves and saunters over next to you—leaving your confused member to bob in the night air.

You were on your back, but her body language wasn’t dominant. She spins around until her rump faces you and nervously takes a half step backwards. Her tail twitches twice before lifting half way revealing private skin barely visible in the shadowy crevice of her cheeks. You freeze for a moment. Your mind fights against her oppressive musk to connect the dots before things get awkward…as if they’re not already.

You can’t see very well because of the shadow, but that doesn’t detract from the significance of your position. Do you…touch the butt? She didn’t really touch you when she had the opportunity. Maybe you’re supposed to eat her out? You feel incredibly clumsy attempting to partake in this dance to begin with, and to top things off the instructions to it were pretty much in another language. So many possibilities presented themselves and you really didn’t want to mess this up. The best you could do was follow the rainbow mare’s lead. And that means you have to do what she did.

So you choose to go against your better judgment and adopt the practice for the time being. Any way you imagined it, it seemed like something that would earn you a hoof to the face, but that alternative was still better than asking a blunt question and ruining the moment. Besides, Dash wouldn’t kick you…probably…

Your hands base on the bed and you lean up into her tempting rump. Her tail waves and she squats down to meet you half way. You readjust to get more reach and her hind hoof slips into the mattress divot made by your heavier body. She shuffles to get better footing all while keeping her posterior awkwardly thrust into your face. Very slowly, you bring your face up to the furry globes. In your periphery you notice that she’s got her head turned to watch you out of the corner of her eye. Your nose disappears in the shadow cast by her tail and you slowly inhale the mare’s musky scent. Dear Celestia that's amazing...

The mixture of her spicy sweat and the musky excitement of private flesh awakens a deep-rooted motivation that no amount of imagery or teasing could've evoked.

Apparently your risk paid off; you made the right call. She leans away from you and lifts her tail a bit more—just enough to catch a glimpse of naked skin. She knows damn well you can’t make out any detail. Your self-control keeps you from swiping away her concealing tail and getting your fill of eye candy. You lean back in and audibly sniff at her sex, making your actions very apparent for her just in case she didn’t catch them the first time. She flexes something that makes a smacking noise and a drop of her warm fluid hits your arm. What was that? The base of your shaft begins to tingle as you close your eyes and lose yourself in the mare’s alluring pheromones.

Her amorous eyes hold yours for a moment before she looks to your midsection to gauge your response. Your obvious excitement from her mating scent seemed to make her happy. Without another word she gathers her courage and spins back around, simultaneously flashing you a confident grin. Her ears fold back and she rolls her shoulders, flexing and stretching her wings at full span. Slowly, she walks across you, her hooves delicately landing around your legs and brushing your balls as she crosses in front of you. Her tail flicks and she parades in a small circle, showing off her lean figure in another bizarre courting ritual.

It suddenly occurs to you how lucky you are. You always knew, but now you could see it. Before you is no average mare. Dash had been training as an athlete her whole life, and she’s totally got the body to prove it. Toned legs meet her slender torso; trained muscle spanned her joints and supported her large, powerful wings, emboldening her femininity and giving her just the right proportions everywhere. A mare didn’t get this body overnight, nor could she be born with it. Dash’s physique was the result of years of dedication and hard work…and she was willing to share all of that with you.

Once she’s on your other side she turns around, presenting her rear.

She lays on her forelegs to arch her back as her wings point straight out. She looks back at you with an embarrassed blush. She holds her prismatic tail to the side and you feel your heart skip for the umpteenth time that night. Every detail of her sex is immediately apparent. Her two furry cheeks taper off to naked tan flesh in the center. A dark patch of wet fur extends outwards from the source. Engorged folds of sensitive skin glisten with sexual excitement—her plothole: a modest donut spectating just above. She flexes something that clenches her anus and pops out a small nub from the bottom of her crevice. So that’s what made the noise.

Despite your situation you find it in yourself to take a moment to think. Her comfort is top priority. It sobered you how something this amazing was practically right in front of you the whole time you were friends and you never concerned yourself with it.

You were going to concern yourself now. But the moment you move she does too. She spins around, interrupting your view of her nethers and puts a hoof on your leg to stop you, ”Lemme g-get you ready first.” You gulp and nod. She turns back around and backs up until her hind legs straddle your hips.

She positions herself with her belly over your midsection, tail in your face and fore hooves next to your knees—facing away from you. Eagerly, she plops her rear down on your member with a muffled thud. You feel her teats sandwich your shaft as she begins to rub up and down against it. The soft fur and natural sex lube that coated her mammaries practically turned the fatty masses into warm clouds. The contact drives you insane and you immediately start humping against her body. You reach out and grab onto her hind hooves eager to find something to hold onto. Thumbs circle her frogs and make her giggle a bit. She rewards you further by lifting her tail out of the way just in time to watch her curve her back—rolling her wet slit onto your erection.

“Aaaaagh!” You can’t help but cry out as the sensations overtake you like nothing else before. Musk floods your nose and you watch as her swollen lips part around your member, the incredibly soft, raw flesh of her sex is complimented by her natural lubrication. Her engorged crevice feels like a hot, wet kiss on the underside of your shaft. She slides her rear up and down your full length, from the tip of your head to where your shaft sunk into your balls. As she moves towards your base you feel her taut plothole rock down and kiss your member. For a brief moment she pauses and you can feel the ring twitch on you.

A quiet grunt escapes her throat as she generates satisfaction from humping her firm and apparently sensitive plot hole against you. She seems to get carried away for a moment until she looks back to catch your eye, she blushes hard and pulls her ears tighter to her head before stopping the gratifying behavior. She resumes grinding her sexual genitals, and as she rocks back her tail can't help but pin itself to her back. The mare's glistening wet plothole and labia force your whole body to flush like you’re standing in front of an open oven and you’re almost tempted to place a hand on your heart to keep it from running away.

The wet slicking sounds that fill the room get interrupted only by her soft grunts.

“Mmg!” Her head is bowed and her wings are so rigid they look like they’re made of titanium. You reach out to grab their trailing edges but she senses your movement, ”N-no, not-ngh! Not now! Uh!” She was steadfast in her resolve not to be over stimulated so you do your best with her hooves as she continues to familiarize you with her most private of areas.

She moves back until the top of her crevice just overhangs your tip, but on her way back down she miscalculates her angle and you find your head pressing into the top of her wet hole—perpendicular to her wall. Luckily she was taking it pretty slow, because it brought her to a complete halt as it physically stops her.

“Ahg!”

”Gaah!” She arches her back a bit and shallows out her approach, allowing her to continue lubricating you without interruption. Her pace picks up a bit as she affectionately rubs her genitals against yours in an attempt to satisfy her basic drive for pleasure. She finally gets her fill and pushes forward to lay across your legs, leaving your warmed member free to pop up again. It bobs back to its protruded angle—hot strings of her mildly viscous liquid connect your throbbing sex organ to your abdomen in long, dripping arcs.

The sight of your friends laying across your legs with her arousal covering you seems strangely surreal. But the mounting pressure in your shaft sure isn't.

“Dash…” She looks back with her mouth open, huffing hard, “I…think I’m p-pretty close now too.” You try to flash her a smile and she takes that as a mission accomplished. Her eyes portray only heated excitement before she nuzzles into your calf…urging you to part your legs. Once you make enough room for her she assumes the same head down, butt up orientation she had before. She looks back with nervous eyes.

”Y-you can g-go ahead now…”

You contain a chuckle at her nervousness; she makes it sound like it’s an assembly line or something. But before you can act, a thought stops you…You don’t have any condoms.

“Um…D-Dash?” She looks back sharply; her stallion was hesitating and she feared it was her fault, “Um, do you have any…protection?”

For a moment her expression doesn’t change, then she gets more confused, “N-no why? We're both, uh…r-rookies, r-right? ”

You glance back to your dripping organ, it's a bit too late for that kind of protection anyways, “Yes, absolutely! Umm, I don't know, just w-wondering if you wanted it?” You really had no reservations with her and the more you thought about it the stupider you felt for asking. Besides, it's not like you can have kids...as far as you know...

Her expression along with the rest of her body are temporarily frozen in time, except for that pink thing in her vagina. That’s starting to pop out a lot more. Finally an audible gulp breaks her trance, “…No.”

Well then. That’s exciting. You stop staring at the poor embarrassed mare and move to the main event. Her apparent tepidness however, tempers the fires inside you. You move to your knees and take up position, ensuring every movement is gentle and deliberate. The last thing she needs is a surprise. Hands gingerly cup her furry rear and you notice small drops of sweat under the short hair. You gently massage her rump as you inch forward on your knees. Hot pheromones drift up to your nose and harden you even more. Your throbbing organ hovers inches away from your excited mate as you mentally prepare yourself to use it as nature intended for the first time. Despite the situation, you don’t feel nervous anymore. Or at least…you can’t name a feeling among the turmoil in your chest that belongs particularly to nervousness.

You bring your glans to touch her, thrusting slowly up and down between the crack of her ass. Sensitive skin of your underside floats between her meaty lips and your tip bobs off her puckered butt hole. This was the exact same motion you were making before except this time you were in control. As you slide up you press flat against her, mashing the base of your shaft and testicles against her spongy tissue in small circles. It feels so good, so right…but it’s not enough.

You move to insert yourself into your pegasus, but she turns her head back and grabs your attention, ”A-Anon…please g-go easy on me…” Your animalistic urges get swept away by an equally powerful love as you look into her trusting but unsure eyes. You weren’t going to fuck a mare, you were going to have sex with your best friend and the love of your life. This was her first time too; you were going to make sure she loved every second of it.

“I promise Dash…” You muster the most comforting tone you could and give her a gentle smile.

One hand pulls her tail to drape over your shoulder. Testosterone flows through your veins as your spread fingers graze through the fur of her narrow rump. You take a deep breath and she does too. You push your hips forward and slowly enter her

”Aahaagh!”

Your smooth, lubricated head parts her sweltering crevice and tracks into her canal towards the top. Nerves fire off like they never have before causing you to see flashes of white amidst the dark room, ”Ooh…Dash!” Thicker shaft follows behind your head and her labia begins to stretch—forming an elastic circle of warmth around you. Her tail twitches and she hops her hind hooves in an attempt to deal with the new sensations.

You sense a bit of nervous resistance a quarter of the way in so you stop and pull out a bit until you’re back at her entrance. You struggle to gain your composure as both of you twitch madly against each other—heavy breathing fills your ears. A sharp line of lubrication part way down your shaft shows you how far into her you got. The fluid she excreted—the same fluid that was messily smeared across your tip—seemed to be a biological version of Viagra. Your shaft felt so much harder and bigger than you ever remember it being during your alone time. Your glans was slick and nearly purple with blood flow, and you realized your flares were lasting much longer than before. Her winking nub teases the underside of your head as you hold position and massage her cheeks, comforting her as best you can, “Shhh…Shhh…it’s okay…I’m not going to hurt you…” You repeat in a soothing tone.

She relaxes at the sound of your voice and you feel her release her clench, ”S-sorry I-I’m…it’s just so m-much!”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about Dash, just take it easy.” Wow, now that you’re actually doing it you stopped stuttering. Weird.

Her hind legs readjust and she begins leaning back into you, signaling she was ready to try again. Again you press into her relaxed canal. You reach the quarter-way point and feel her come to a halt on your member as she takes the thickest part of your girth, ”Gah!” She clenches on you again and her wings try to stiffly flap. You go to pull out a second time but she intervenes, ”Wait! Just…t-talk to me. P-please?”

Talk to her? You can’t explain exactly why or how but that really tugged at the heartstrings. You give her a smile she can’t see as the warm implications of her words fill you with a childish giddiness. You lean forward until your chest lays across her back, your arms reach over her erect wings to lay next to her fore hooves. Her eyes are closed—too embarrassed to meet yours. Her ears are folded back but you wiggle your nose in behind one and kiss on the fur there. The amazing natural rain scent in her mane forces your eyes closed as you do your best to comfort her. You feel her body tremble underneath you as she tries to rectify the conflict of input. The smooth member twitching inside of her canal excited her, but the nibbling behind her ears and your encompassing warmth draped across her back soothed her. You pause your kissing for a second leaving her ear sticking straight up hoping for more attention.

It stays perked as you breathe loving words to the pegasus, softly…quieter than a whisper, “Shhhh shhhh shhhh…it’s okay, it’s fine…it’s just me, no one else…” Fingers curl against the fur near the bottom of her fore hooves as you pause to plant a few more kisses behind her ear. Her blush deepens and her eyes remain closed, but you feel her take a deep breath as her body starts to relax.

“I’m not going to ask you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but I promise it will feel good once we get going.” Another pause, another kiss, “We’ll take it slow…I’m not going to hurt you, I’d never hurt you…because I love you.” You finish your efforts with a final kiss and nuzzle into her ear as she coos lovingly back at you. Her posture remains the same, but all the nervous jitters and tension had left her body—replaced by consistent, deep breaths. Only her wings and her winking nub told you she was still turned on. Fingers move to squeeze her fore hooves—communicating that she needn’t respond to your confession right now. By the time you realize your member has free range of motion, she begins pushing back against you.

“Mmmmm…”

Unwilling to leave her side just yet, you arch your back allowing her to take more of you. You resist the powerful urge to hump into her, you wanted her to be able to determine a depth suitable to her comfort. She keeps pressing.

Loose skin of your shaft rolls up on itself just outside of her opening as her constricted passage creates friction despite the fact that she’s the pony equivalent of a leaky faucet. You can feel the skin behind your head stretching as if you were pulling back on your erect shaft with your hand. The sensation made you feel very exposed inside of her sweltering innards and you grit your teeth as your engorged tip flares against her slimy walls. She endures her penetration in silence and eventually takes everything available. Your thighs come to rest against the fluffy fur on the back of hers and her cheeks cushion against your hipbones. An incredible fluttering wells inside your chest once you realize you can feel her heartbeat.

Testes press into her sweating butt crack and her tail twitches violently against your hips as she takes deep breaths. You plant one last kiss behind her ear, then on her mane, and push off the bed with a squeak to return to your upright position behind her. You can’t help but lean back a bit and bury yourself just a half-inch deeper. She lets out a few grunts and squints with gritted teeth as uncontrollable clenches try desperately to collapse her canal around you. Her nub peeks out to tickle your dangling sack. Hands stroke her tail against your shoulder and massage her lower back as she adjusts. The unparalleled feeling of being balls deep in your pegasus was heightened when you finally hear a moan of pleasure accompany one of her clenches. She’s starting to enjoy it!

Her insides were incredibly heated, she probably has a higher core temperature than you do. Your intimate nakedness starts to rearrange neural pathways in your brains as you develop an incredible attachment to each other through pleasurable touch. You hold out a moment longer before you begin gyrating your hips in tiny circles, ensuring you stayed completely buried. Her head quickly pops up, throwing her mane across her shoulders, ”Nhg!” Your hands move to grip the front of her thighs right where they meet her torso. Your gyrations get wider as you seek to rub your shaft against every corner of her walls; the only thought on your mind is to make sure every inch of your genitals make contact. The circling motion starts to act as a tap screw and fluids start to seep from her entrance at a much higher rate than before.

”Ooooh…” Her scratchy voice made her incredibly cute when she moaned…probably cuter than when she’s angry. You’d begin to feel a tingling in your groin as your member starts getting more and more sensitive. Dammit this soon? You stop moving altogether and try to fill your mind with something that will keep you from busting in her right there. Old people…no, public restrooms…you never had any bad enough experiences, there’s got to be something—

—*smack

Without warning she pulls off you an inch before slamming back and slapping your hips, “Whoa…D-Dash…you gotta warn me when…”

—*smack

She does it again but pulls out farther this time. You feel her spread her legs more and thus lower her rear. She looks back at your expression with a dazed grin and lustful eyes, all traces of discomfort finally gone from her face, ”Rut me.”

And just like that you found your motivation…in something much more pleasant too. It's simple; you can’t finish now because you had to rut your mare.

You begin slowly thrusting as you give way to your instinct. She stays stationary for a bit before finally starting a rhythm of her own, rocking back to slam her butt against you with each thrust. The fur on her rear served to muffle the impact, turning a slap into a softer thud. Her eyes are closed and her brow is furrowed in concentration as she bites her bottom lip. Sensitive membranes lubricate and stimulate each other as your bonding experience goes into cruise mode.

”Naagh!…Anon!”

Each time you bottom out in her you add a bit of an upward flare and pull on the top of her slathered crevice. The sensation makes her pucker her anus and her hind legs buckle. If not for your hands and penis supporting her she’d collapse.

”Ahagh!…An-Anon!”

As her glands continuously seep more lubricant into her canal, the excess fluid gets trapped in the ridge behind your head and ushered to her entrance. The result was a semi-constant dribbling of juices that followed her crotch’s profile and seeped down to permeate the longer fur of her muff. Each time you pull back out, your dangling testes draw a string or two from that muff, each time you thrust, they swing back and slap her as her fur re-applies its coating.

”An—nuuugh!”

Oh, she might actually be trying to get your attention. Her hind legs suddenly flex as if they’re getting hit with a stun gun and you have to react fast to keep her from kicking her own support out from under her. You pause your movements to let her speak and find that in the absence of a rhythm, her body is trembling. Her genitals are spasming and her wings are rippling with twitching feathers, “Dash…you good?” She doesn’t respond until her wings finally calm. She collapses into your supporting hold and her vagina continues flexing its nub spastically. What was that all about?

”…I…c-c-cum-mmed…!”

She lurches momentarily as a residual spark shoots through her nervous system. Oh…so that’s what a pony finish looks like…You freeze for a moment to let her comment sink in. Dash in the meantime preoccupies herself with your hard shaft splitting her overly sensitive labia. You just gave Rainbow Dash an orgasm…that’s…awesome! Do it again! But a returning pressure in your groin forces a much more coherent game plan. As much as you loved this ‘pony-style’ position that she found so natural, you didn’t want to finish your first encounter without looking into her eyes. You weren’t a romantic or anything…you just really liked Rainbow.

You really loved Rainbow…ok that might make you a romantic.

You take a gamble and pull out completely. Once free of her embrace, your member sways side to side—dangling a string of Dash-juice in the moonlight. She looks over her erect wing in confusion and flicks her nub furiously, ”Wha…put it back!”

“Lay on your back first.” Slightly irked by your inconvenient timing, she huffs and hurriedly rolls to her back before adjusting an uncomfortably angled wing. Her beautiful face, full of uncertainly, stares up at you. You slide over and position yourself near her parts. You place your hand on the inside of her leg and she spreads them for you, her smile finally returns to her face as the geometry of your new position dawns on her.

”Is this how humans do it?” You look at her with smiling eyes and nod. She looks so cute when she’s nervous. Screw it, she looks cute all the time.

Her beautiful nether lips lay exposed and pale in the moonlight. The short fur surrounding her opening was clumped and matted with a glistening mixture of fluids, the lips themselves engorged and inflamed from their first encounter. Her muff looked similarly messy and a patch of matted fur spread all the way to her teats. Damn she’s pent up.

”H-hurry up!” She spreads her legs a bit wider for you, parting her folds a bit and popping a few capillaries in your brain. You spread your legs to get closer to her and angle your almost painfully throbbing shaft with your hand. Her lubricant had already dried a bit on you and was beginning to get a little tacky.

She raises her neck to look down at the action with folded ears. Your blushes deepen as the new position allows you to see every nitty-gritty detail of each other. You pass her tail between your legs and press your tip into her, leaning forward with hands beside her shoulders. Her forelegs come up to grab your midsection and you wait for her to look into your eyes. She actually takes a few seconds to soak up the sight of your throbbing shaft against her as she rocks her hips to get you just a bit deeper; her shy intrigue makes your smile grow wider. Dash finally looks up at you and blushes madly realizing that you saw her curiosity at work.

You just smile and press the rest of the way until you hilt against her with an obnoxious squelch. The pink bean of flesh pokes out again and slimes your pubes, what the heck is that? She bites her lip out of pleasure and averts her eyes out of embarrassment, but you bring a hand over to rub her heated cheek, eventually coaxing her to look up again. Her eyes stayed locked on yours as you resume thrusting into her. You both begin to fully appreciate the new position, bringing your noses together to share breaths and exchange greedy kisses. You lock your lips to hers and experimentally hilt hard against her. You feel her hind legs buck, and she lets out a little grunt into your mouth.

Her muzzle fur was matted with saliva from your earlier attempts at kissing, the smell of it made you want to taste it, and the taste made you want to feel where it came from. Your tongues reunite and you pick up your pace as she finds a way to rock against each thrust. One hand snakes to her wing and you spread your fingers out on the underside of it before tracing them to her leading edge. Hind legs buck out of unison as you stimulate her from two different directions.

”Ano-ugh! Anon!” Seeing her show off her body for you was great, having sex with her was amazing, but hearing her cry your name as you plundered her slobbering hole was the icing on the cake. Speaking of icing…you’re not going to last much longer.

You angle your thrusts to maximize friction on her walls, you’re going to make her cum again. The downward angle rubs the top of your shaft against her violently winking nub, your tip digs into the back of her canal. Feathers rippled across her wings and her hind legs began to seize and shake. You could feel her heartbeat accelerate in your buried shaft. Her body is trying to tell you something.

”Gaaah! I’m-aagh!”

You get the message. Your thrusting picks up speed; copious amounts of ever-present lubrication make it sound like you’re stirring butter into a bowl of recently microwaved mashed potatoes. That’s actually exactly what it sounds like.

She couldn’t cry out anymore, only bite her lip as she held onto you for dear life. You move to lay your torso down across hers, careful to not place any real weight on her. Your bare chest picks up traces of sweat as her rapidly undulating chest fur brushes against you. You bring your nose to hers and leave one hand on her wing root, the other cups the side of her face. She opens her eyes to look into yours and locks one foreleg around your arm, the other pulls on your neck. In a surprising display of cognizance, she pulls her muzzle up to your ear.

"C-cum...in me..."

Her words take a second to soak into your hormone-flooded brain. Once they do, you give her a short kiss to let her know you got the message. Neither of you could get enough oxygen by breathing in each other’s hot breaths, but you didn’t care. She opens her mouth and you do the same, still silent as you thrust wildly into her fatty folds of nerves. She doesn’t even try to kiss you, her tongue shoots out and laps passionately at your open mouth. Knowing you weren’t going to fool her, you avoid any formalities and lick back for the sole purpose of ingesting as much of her raw taste as possible. The rush in your loins intensifies as each thrust makes you more and more sensitive to her every internal detail.

Then it hits her.

Her tongue freezes and her jaw locks open, she arches her head back into your waiting hand in a silent scream. Her powerful athlete’s body shakes against you as jolts of pleasure contract her musculature. Fuzzy azure legs spread even wider as her remaining consciousness focuses on wiggling the last bit of your length in between her sticky folds. Her uncontrollable moments combined with the satisfaction of bringing her pleasure, pushes you over the edge. You lose track of her lips and frantically search for another part of her to taste in your blistering haze. Your mouth finds an ear and anchors to it as your eyes get forced shut from the orgasm.

You weren’t you anymore; your body was following ancient instructions as your autopilot quickly calculates the most effective way to inject your partner with your DNA. Hips angle as you throw a leg over hers to push into her just a bit deeper, your crotch mashing her folds between you as you hilt. Your testes twitch and contractions launch hot sperm into her eagerly waiting tube. Tethered to your body only by strings of pleasure, your mind floats among the white flashes you see behind closed eyes. Dash’s body communicates pure bliss as more of your seed erupts into her thirsty organs. You can almost hear it as it rushes out of your canal at high velocity and splatters her insides. For the remainder of your orgasm, the only thing that exists is the mare you’re holding onto. Eventually the rest of the world returns to you as Dash’s body slowly eases you off of your homemade high. You regain your senses just in time to feel the last of her contractions wrack her body.

The sound of heavy breathing and crickets fills the otherwise silent room as you remain numbly hilted in the only mare you could ever love. You hold onto her and she holds onto you as you let the dopamine clouding your minds to get wicked away by your rushing bloodstreams. Eventually you unfold from your sensual embrace to look at what you’d done. Your sweaty, smelly, messy little blue pegasus stares back at you with tucked hooves, a dopey grin and amorous eyes. Her loving look told you she was incredibly grateful for all the attention you’d given her. It also told you she’ll never leave your side…and you’ll never leave hers.

You both lean in and nuzzle each other, inhaling the scents you now associated with unparalleled pleasure. That was a million times better than…the next best thing, whatever that is…money trees, or infinite pizza…or something…

Your member starts to shrink inside her and her elastic orifice helps squeeze the used blood back into your body. The thought occurs that you might stain your sheets, but you quickly decide that you don’t care. They’re probably beyond saving by now anyways. Your nuzzling concludes with a picturesque popping kiss on the lips.

”I love you Anon.”

You wince a bit as your chest physically hurts from emotion. Your faces lean into each other and nuzzle affectionately, “I love you too Rainbow Dash…” Her fore hooves come up to hug you and you both roll onto your sides—her deflated wings held loosely to her torso, “…and I’m going to love you forever.” The hefty promise was made with no reservations.

She nuzzles you harder and lets out an emotional whimper. Her muzzle finds your ear and she chokes out, ”M-me too.”

And with that you both succumb to the aftereffects of intensive cardio and biological drugs. You move only to hold each other closer as you stare into each other’s eyes with soft smiles until sleep forces them closed.