“Huh,” Doug says, looking down at Rainbow Dash’s outstretched hoof. That’s a thing here? His gaze travels along her foreleg to meet her half-lidded eyes. There’s a hint of pink visible in the low light as she tantalizingly licks her lips, muzzle slightly open in anticipation. I can see that long jaw sliding all the way down. Absolutely no trouble taking every last inch.

“Well?” Rainbow Dash demurely demands, eyes flicking down. She gulps, as if worried about that slim possibility of losing the bet getting bigger.

Doug takes a deep breath. You just got in trouble for this exact thing. You can’t possibly give in again. It tears at him to do it, but he somehow walks along the fence to the next area that looks like it might need attention. Every step gnaws at him, his erection awkwardly bouncing when it’s not jutting straight away. “No, thanks.”

“Wait, what?” Rainbow Dash exclaims. She swoops down, snorting twin jets of vapor as she glares at the human. She practically spits out, “What’dya mean, ‘no?’”

Doug’s shoulders slightly raise, then fall back down as he steels himself. “Well, for starters, Applejack probably wouldn’t be happy about it.”

“Pssh, she’d be happy if I joined!” Rainbow Dash shakes her mane, snorting at the audacity. “Not that I’m gonna herd up with a big lug like you. There’s no way you can keep up with me!”

“Well, you’re faster than me, sure; I don’t have any trouble admitting that.” Doug glances over at the pegasus still glaring at him, glad her eyes are on his face and not his rapidly depleting erection. “Was that the bet? A race?”

Rainbow Dash’s anger fades, a sheepish look on her face. “Um, no. Not quite.”

“Then what was it?” Doug demands. “Was it something sexual, to show how much more ‘depraved’ I am than you?” He brings two hands up, curling the first and second finger on both.

Rainbow Dash sighs as she shakes her head. “No, um, it was… if you took the bet, because you wanted to get a muzzlejob, you would lose. You know, ‘cause you’re so sex crazed.”

Doug stares at her for a few seconds, gears turning. “And I didn’t take the bet, so you don’t have to do anything.” He claps his hands together. “Well played, Dash.” He waits, a long pause before he does it again. “Well played. Too bad that means you’re more sex crazed than me.” He claps a third time, then ambles away.

A growl emanates from Rainbow’s throat as she lands next to him, walking along and staring at his face. After a few moments Doug glances at her, though it turns into something more as his eyes linger on her wings. Rainbow Dash stops, cocking her head to the side.

“So, you have a special somepony?” Doug asks as he turns back to the fence, bending down to push back in position one of the pieces that had fallen out. She’s like a fighter jet, that somehow packs an enormous amount of power into such a petite and pretty package. I wonder if she needs ten hours of maintenance for one hour of flight time, too. “That’s what it’s called, right?”

Rainbow Dash smirks. “Why, looking to expand your herd already?”

Doug snorts, though the thought is more than a little intriguing. Would Applejack be okay with a decision like that? “Hardly. I’m barely on board with the idea of being with one pony. No, more curious than anything. Find out more about your culture, what’s normal for you.” He shrugs to himself. Sounds like a no to me. Might need to adjust my estimate upwards. “Seems like that would be a good outlet for your libido.”

“Hey!” Rainbow Dash exclaims, zooming over to get in Doug’s face. She shouts, “I could get anystallion I wanted! And I don’t have flat flanks!” Her eyes flick to the sides, a slightly worried look briefly flashing on her face. “It’s, just, I’m too busy practicing for the Wonderbolts!” Rainbow Dash reverently points a hoof to the sky, beaming.

“The who?” Doug asks obligatorily.

Rainbow Dash zooms into the sky, barely giving Doug time to react. Loops, rolls, and hairpin turns back and forth warp the pitch of her frequently inaudible voice as she shouts, “Why, The Wonderbolts! are only the most awesome aerial acrobatics team in Equestria! They travel all over, performing daring dives, and amazing aerobatics, and stupendous stunts!”

“T-that’s incredible!” Doug stammers, stunned at the impromptu performance. He’s more than impressed by her tight maneuvers, the way her lithe body curves through the sky, a mare as elegant and exquisite as any ballet dancer. Okay, either she actually is too busy with her practicing, or flight is ridiculously easy to master here. Gonna go with the first, and she’s more like a woman focusing on her career.

Rainbow Dash beams, a high speed turn towards Doug. She closes her eyes as she bows, a hoof at her chest, attempting to skid to a stop directly in front of him, only for her wing to twist behind her as her body flips over. Her eyes snap open as she tumbles through the air, screaming and flailing her limbs in every direction as she careens towards the ground.

With no time to evade Doug braces for impact, his arms coming up to catch Rainbow Dash or, failing that, shield his face. She slams into him, the two of them crashing through the fence. Pain lances across Doug’s back as jagged edges of wood slice into him. The two roll several times before coming to a halt, Rainbow Dash landing on Doug with a heavy *whump*.

“You okay?” Doug asks through gritted teeth. Twinges of pain spread from his back, but the adrenaline kicking in makes it easy to ignore. Maybe ‘master’ is a bit of an exaggeration. He pushes himself up as Rainbow gets to her hooves. But when he reaches a hand to his back and finds something sticky, his face falls.

“I’m fine,” Rainbow Dash says after a quick stretch of her limbs, half a smile on her muzzle, no worse for wear. “Thanks for, um, catching me.” Her eyes go wide as she spots the red on Doug’s hand, jabbering, “You’re hurt! Where? How bad is it?”

“It’s not bad,” Doug says flexing his back, wincing at the sharp pain.

“Here, let me see.” Rainbow Dash prods Doug; he spins around, letting her trace her hoof over the long lines of red. “Lacerations along the upper barrel, seem pretty minor. Three of them, maybe two hooves each?” She takes a tentative lick of one, watching the blood quickly ooze out again. “Couple more minor scratches. If you’re anything like us, then you’ll be fine. It’s starting to clot already.”

“...Did you lick me?” Doug asks, head turning to gauge Rainbow’s reaction.

The pegasus nods. “Kinda salty. Tastes good.” She drops down, another few licks lapping up the welling blood. Then she freezes. “Um, I’m totally not a vampony or anything. Or a salt licker! I never touch the stuff. It’s just to help keep everything clean! And healing! Honest! Saliva’s got something in it that helps things clot! A coa, um, cogu...”

“Coagulant.” Doug smirks. It does seem to help with the pain, and he relaxes against the ground, arms crossed under his head. Salt licker? Is that like alcohol? Does sweat count?

“Yeah, that,” Rainbow Dash says, nodding along. “How did you know? You a first responder, too?”

“Not really, just well-read, but I do know some first aid.” His mouth curls to a thin smile. Not exactly going anywhere, so I might as well. “So,” he says conversationally, “what was that about flat flanks?”

“Who said anything about flat flanks?” Rainbow Dash asks defensively, rearing up. “Because I totally don’t have flat flanks!”

“Never said you did,” Doug says calmly. Rainbow Dash squints at him, a slight frown as she realizes that he didn’t. “I guess, I’m curious what qualifies as ‘flat’ versus, um, I don’t know what the opposite of that would be. Fat or flabby seems insulting. Maybe voluptuous? Are voluptuous flanks a thing?” Does Applejack have large flanks? I mean, I didn’t exactly hold my hands up to many other pony’s, but they’re a lot larger than Rarity’s and Rainbow’s. Probably most of the other ponies in Ponyville. But hers aren’t fat, just well muscled and big boned.

“Well, I’ve heard stallions do like a bit of jiggle in their flanks. Gives ‘em something nice to rest on, if you know what I mean.” Rainbow Dash’s face falls. “Not that I’ve got anything going on back there.”

“Really?” Doug asks, turning to the mare laying next to him. Her head rests on her forelegs, glumly staring at his butt. “What makes you say that?”

“What, you can’t see for yourself?” Rainbow reaches a hoof back, about to strike herself in the flank before she stops. “Wait, this isn’t just an excuse to stare at my flanks, is it?”

“No,” Doug says immediately, and Rainbow Dash slaps her hoof against her flank. It doesn’t even jiggle once. Doug continues, “that’s only part of the reason.”

“Hey!” Rainbow Dash exclaims, glaring at Doug. She points a hoof at her eye, then his smirking face.

Doug merely chuckles at the implied threat. “You have a beautiful body; it’s obviously well cared for, and crafted for speed, not seduction. I like a bit of suppleness, and you’ve got a lot going for you. I’d be a fool not to appreciate it.” Doug shrugs. “But it’s far different from Applejack; I’m not sure if it’s just earth pony versus pegasus, or because you both spend so much time working out in different ways, or the two of you are just exceptional.” Though I would like some more time to appreciate Applejack’s body.

Rainbow’s expression brightens at the complements. “Well, if that’s the case, then I guess I don’t mind.” She turns around, backing up until her flank is barely a hoof length from Doug’s face, pulling her wing away slightly to fully display her cutie mark. “Your back looks a lot better, so you should be good as long as we don’t get too rough.” She winks at Doug, then gives a sultry shake of her flank. It has less of an impact than she might have liked, but she forces a smile nonetheless.

She’s right, my back feels a lot better already. Does pony saliva have magical healing properties? That wouldn’t surprise me at all. Rainbow Dash came out of our tumble without a scratch on her. At least on the side of her she’s presenting. Doug pushes himself up to get a better look; it’s quite an enticing side. He has to restrain himself, especially as a different part of him also pushes itself up.

“See,” Rainbow Dash explains as she watches Doug, “the Wonderbolts are really strict about their training program. The workouts are really intense, and they put all kinds of demands on your time. It’s enough that you basically aren’t getting in if you’re so much as in a herd, much less have a foal to take care of.” She shrugs to herself. “Dunno why I’m telling you this, though. Not like you’re my dam, pushing me to have grandfoals.” She snickers to herself. “Well, that was Mrs. Shy. Mine was always super gung-ho about me getting into the Wonderbolts.”

“Hey, follow your dreams,” Doug says with a smile. His eyes trace over her body, admiring her wings, moving down until he again finds himself staring at the muscular curve of her flanks. Is this what Rarity was talking about, asking a mare to ‘show me hers’? Because she is remarkably comfortable putting herself on display. “And I don’t mind hearing about it at all.” He sits back a little, content to follow the six colorful strands of Rainbow Dash’s tail. Vivid, even in the dark. She’s probably half the size of Applejack, despite standing nearly as tall. Sleeker, the muscles on her legs aren’t nearly as large, but still quite defined. I wonder if she uses them, or does she spend all her time in the air? I can’t imagine her getting this muscular without working out constantly.

“You can touch them if you want,” Rainbow says quietly when Doug makes no motions towards her. Her cheeks flush as her head tilts away slightly. Does he really not like how I look? Was he just saying that before? When he lightly rests his hand on the top of her flank she grins, that glum feeling dispersed. His hand gently sinks into her coat, pushing aside the slick hair to the tensed muscles underneath. She can’t help but comment sardonically, “Pretty flat, huh?”

“I mean, no more than me,” Doug says as he presses a little harder, drawing a light huff from the mare. Her firm flank pushes back, and even his light strokes find bumps and knots in the limber muscles. “I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in the air.”

“What gave that away?” Rainbow asks with a roll of her eyes. “I have to, though. Not just to keep my weight down, but to practice all the maneuvers and routines the Wonderbolts put you through. And they demand everything, too. A hundred and twenty percent. And not everypony can give that much.” Her breathing gets a little heavier as his second hand joins the first, kneading down her leg. “Sweet Celestia that feels amazing,” she groans out, dropping down to her barrel. It’s like he’s pulling out all the tension wherever his hands move, and this lets everything flow freely afterwards. Her wings spread a few inches away from her body. I wonder if he’ll catch the hint. If he can work the same magic on my wings as my legs? I’m sure to get in!

“I’m gonna guess you don’t get many massages, either,” Doug says with a roll of his eyes. He can’t help but get excited at her sensual moans, torn between seeing how far he can push the mare and whether he should. Would she get excited the same way as Applejack? Share similar erogenous zones? Feel the same when I slip inside her tight body?

“Never stepped hoof at Aloe’s,” Rainbow Dash says with a hint of pride despite the hated dirt staining her muzzle. “I’m not some frou-frou stallion, enjoying a weekly pampering and, I dunno, mane styling.” She gulps, glancing up at Doug and his not-quite unkempt mane. “Not that, um, I think you are like that.”

“I don’t know,” Doug says, fingers digging into the mare and enjoying her long, stretched out moan, the way her neck arches back, eyes closing. “If you and Applejack are any indication, I have a lucrative career as a masseuse ahead of me.”

Rainbow Dash snorts, scooching further towards Doug. She forces herself under him, looking back while wiggling her wings. Doug takes the hint this time, getting up to straddle the mare, grunting as she pushes her barrel in between his legs until her wingtips touch him. She grins at the tight fit, even if he is a bit heavy; no way she’d be able to take off with him, sadly.

It’s a bit uncomfortable. He can’t help but stare down at his fully erect member. Do I bother adjusting it? To where, exactly? His hands go to the base of her extended wings, running over the powerful muscles. “Sorry if I tweak something,” Doug says cautiously. “It’s my first time messing with wings.”

“Just avoid tugging-” Rainbow Dash reaches a foreleg back, indicating somewhere between the middle of her mane and somewhere along her barrel “-somewhere around here. Gets a mare excited, if you know what I mean.”

“‘Kay,” Doug says, immediately torn between avoiding nearly half of Rainbow Dash’s back and testing to find where, exactly, that spot is. Or if it actually is the entire section. Especially because a lot of those muscles look just as tense as her legs, and could use the massage. His hands stretch her right wing up as high as it will go, traveling up the long appendage. Short feathers cover the main cross section with much longer ones on the edge. Each looks carefully groomed, none sticking out of place or crooked. He slowly bends the wing as far to the left as it will go. His right hand drops to her back, slowly massaging along her spine. The mare under him writhes in relief as he pushes out from her spine along her barrel, and he can almost palpably feel the tension leaving her. When her wing offers a bit of resistance he swaps hands and wings, now bending her left wing as far as he can.

“Feels great,” Rainbow Dash says, relaxing against him as he works up the opposite side. Then she sharply exhales, breath turning to a heated pant. “That’s the spot,” she rebukes, flicking her wings and trying to draw him back to those.

Right at the base of her mane, where purple comes out. “Got it,” Doug says, retreating from the spot and rubbing the thick muscles that connect the wing to the rest of her barrel. He starts working down her wings, but isn’t able to find nearly as effective spots as before. “You take pretty good care of your wings, huh?”

“Preen before and after every flight,” Rainbow Dash says huskily, still recovering from the spot earlier. Sweet Celestia I need to be careful around him. “Thanks for reminding me, I still need to do that.” She glances back as he starts to get off of her. “Hey,” Rainbow Dash says, one hind leg bouncing up and down. “You missed a spot.” She scoots forwards, directly away from Doug. Her tail flicks to the side, a grin on her muzzle as her hooves press into the dirt.

“Huh,” is all Doug says as the chromatic tail stops blocking his view of Rainbow’s nethers. At least, it would, except from up to down goes the base of her tail, then a tight ponut a shade darker than the surrounding hair. Then nothing, just more hair, carefully styled to conceal what lays underneath. This must be why I wasn’t catching a glimpse of every pony in Ponyville. I did have to brush it aside when I was with Applejack last night. And there’s none of the heat she was pumping out.

Rainbow moans, shuddering, though she frowns as his movements come to a stop. She glances back, annoyed, a quick flick of her tail enough to spur him to continue stroking along her flanks. Doug gamely continues on, reaching the base of her leg quickly enough.

“So...” Rainbow Dash asks quietly, her voice catching a little. “Did you, um, want to keep going?”

“I…” Doug stammers, glancing down. It would be so easy to sit up, slip inside, and pound away. Kneeling, she’s at just about the perfect height, too. But is it what I should do? His hands travel up to Rainbow Dash’s flanks, lightly kneading into the mare as he deliberates. God, she's beautiful. "I do," he confesses, meeting her eyes but making no other motions. "I really, really do."

“Dude,” Rainbow Dash snorts, laughing uproariously as she spins around, “did you seriously think I was just going to buck you?”

“Well,” Doug starts, looking a little ashamed of himself.

“Come on! That’s ridiculous!” Rainbow Dash drops into an exaggerated version of herself from earlier, eyes watering as her muzzle quivers. “Oh, I don’t know…” She snorts again as she takes to the air. “Please. If I wanted that from you, we’d already be done.” She wipes the tears from eyes, shaking her head. “You know what this means, right?”

Doug sighs. “That I’m more sex crazed than you?”

“Exactly!” Rainbow Dash points a hoof at Doug’s face. “Hah! I totally convinced you to want to have sex with me!”

“Is that some sort of accomplishment for you?” Doug quips. I’m not sure if I should be thankful to her for saving me from myself, or angry at her for misleading me. Am I really that easily swayed?

“…” Rainbow Dash opens her mouth as if to retort, then looks like she can’t decide on whether a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ response would be better. She ends up glaring at him, pointing a hoof menacingly.

Doug merely smirks back at her.

Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes. “Hey, how come you’re so cool talking about this stuff? I hear most stallions just get all flustered and stammery if this kind of stuff comes up.”

Doug shrugs, leaning back casually. “Dunno. Probably because it’s all so new, and I want to learn about everything.”

“Oh. Well, you wanna be my cooler buddy?” Rainbow Dash says cheerfully, her expression brightening as she glances down at Doug’s limp member. “Not that, um, you need help with that.” Her eyes flick back up to his. "But I'm sure I can find some way to repay you."

“Um,” Doug says cautiously, wrapping a hand to scratch at his back. Already healed? Or at least not bleeding any more? Wow. “I’m not sure. What exactly is a ‘cooler buddy’?”

“Trust me, you’ll like it!” Rainbow Dash glances at Doug’s back. “And I promise you won’t get hurt.”

Doug frowns. Why isn’t she telling me more? “And Applejack won’t mind?”

Rainbow Dash snorts. “Applejack’ll be glad she doesn’t need to help me out any more.” Rainbow Dash grins at Doug. “Please? I won’t even tease you about being more sex crazed than me!”

“Sure,” Doug says after a long delay. What’s the worst that can happen?

“Awesome!” Rainbow Dash exclaims, leaning forwards and kissing Doug on the lips. “You won’t regret it!” She takes to the air, landing on the nearest empty storm cloud and preening her wings before her morning nap.

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