“Dash,” Doug starts with a long sigh, thumb and two fingers rubbing at his eyebrows. It doesn’t really stop him from watching as the many colored tail playfully swishes back and forth. She’s certainly enjoying herself, swaying her flanks in opposite time to her tail, teasing glimpses with every motion. “I meant what I said about you, too. But did you hear the part after that?”

“I did,” Rainbow Dash says bluntly. Her movements shift to up and down, bouncing on her hind legs. Her tail bounces along with it, curling and unfurling repeatedly, spilling waves of dancing colors down her backside. Yet the end never seems to flip high enough to expose anything but the thin hair covering her teats. “And..."

Doug waits for her to say anything else, mesmerized by the swishing colors as she goes back to side to side. Where have I seen that before? He can’t deny it’s turning him on, so he just grabs his pack, then the dropped saddlebags, slinging them over his shoulder. “Not on the main road.” He glances back, the pegasus catching up at a swift clip. “Got anywhere to be?”

“Free for the next hour.” Rainbow Dash can’t help but watch as the hard member shrinks, going back to its normal resting state; or maybe a bit larger, it’s hard to tell without putting her hoof next to it. “So, you wanna go on a date first?”

Doug sighs, and it’s exaggerated enough that Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes. “It’s going to take more than one date to get to know you.” He smirks. “Unless all you really care about is the Wonderbolts.”

“Hey, if that date is awesome enough, then it could happen!” Rainbow Dash turns her nose up slightly as she struts forward. “And I care about way more than just the Wonderbolts!”

“Alright, so, what would we do on this hypothetical date?” Doug asks as they turn off the main road. “Fantasy Wonderbolt races where we pit hypothetical Wonderbolt teams against each other, and base our scores on how well they did in actual events?”

“Dude,” Rainbow Dash states evenly, “that sounds like the kind of boring thing an egghead would do. Why not just compete in a race yourself? Or attend one?”

“Well,” Doug says defensively, motioning to himself, “maybe some of us aren’t able to perform as well as others. Or we like the thought process, of diving down into the nitty gritty details and trying to come up with the best possible solution.”

“Nneeeeerd!” Rainbow Dash exaggerates a yawn, standing on her hind legs and stretching out her wings and forelegs. “You sound like the weathercrafting professors whose classes I slept through.”

“Fine,” Doug says, pouting a little as they near the sorting barn. “Things to talk about on a date that aren’t eggheaded. Were you born in Ponyville?”

“Nah, Cloudsdale. From a long line of pegasi from Cloudsdale.” Rainbow Dash greets Big Mac with a curt nod, Doug with a short wave, as the stallion drags an empty cart out of the barn. He flicks his head in return, an unasked question in his eyes as he trudges away. “It’s a pegasus city in the clouds. Came here a couple years back with Fluttershy. She got her cutie mark here, and once she was old enough moved back. Funny story, really; she fell out of the sky and landed with the help of a bunch of butterflies! In fact, you could say that she came here for the Everfree Forest, and so did I.”

The center of the barn has two large piles of apples, all varieties. Rainbow Dash sits near the entrance, but not blocking it, as Doug looks up at the ceiling of the barn, not recalling seeing a city in the sky. And Fluttershy is such a weak flyer that she didn’t save herself from falling? Yeesh, don’t bring that up. “So you just came to follow after her? Quite the friend.”

“Well, sort of.” Rainbow Dash sighs. “I didn’t make the cut after I graduated from Flight School, so I had to go somewhere. And Ponyville is really junior. Like, unless you’re from here, everypony tries to transfer out as soon as they can. Ponies hate working the Everfree weather, because it’s so unpredictable. And normally cloud runs, where you ferry clouds from Cloudsdale to their destination city? Everypony hates those too, and the newbies have to take ‘em. But the senior ponies snatch those routes in Ponyville. So it just made sense for me to start here, ‘cause I hate those cloud runs. Plus there’s some incentive pay, which got me the down payment on my Cloudominium.”

“Sounds a lot like the shift work I did,” Doug says as he begins sorting through the apples, gradually filling up crate after crate. “Everyone wanted weekends off, and most people wanted day shifts instead of evening. So you had to balance the schedules against each other to make sure every shift was covered.”

“Is that what you did? Writing schedules?” Rainbow Dash frowns at the thought of being cooped up all day doing something so boring.

“Nah,” Doug says as he gets another crate, coming back to find Rainbow Dash sitting next to his spot. He sighs at the obviousness of her advance. “I was one of the little minions the schedules were written for. I told airplanes where to go, how to get around weather, took care of any requests.”

“What’s an airplane?” Rainbow Dash asks, and Doug freezes. “Is it like a hot air balloon, or a blimp?”

“It, um,” Doug stammers. Oh, jeez, that’s the kind of tech that could change everything. He takes a deep breath as he sits next to her. “I’m not sure I should tell you.”

Unfortunately for Doug, that just makes Rainbow Dash sit up straighter and stare at him eagerly. “Aww! Is it some super secret military, um, secret? I can keep a secret!” She presses her head against his chest when he makes no move to tell her, nearly bowling him over. “The Wonderbolts make you go through background checks and everything, so you know you can trust me!” Her gaze drops to his crotch. “You want me to give you a muzzlejob while you tell me?”

“Dash,” Doug barely gets out before she shifts, her head dropping to his lap. One sweep of her tongue lifts his dick up, the tip popping into her muzzle. Doug groans, half in exasperation and half in pleasure, the choice made especially difficult as she looks up at him, eyes pleading. His hand grabs at her mane, though not yanking her off like he knows he should; he’s getting hard quick, and she’s not moving except to tickle his head with her tongue. By the time he’s fully hard half his length is in her, the warm wetness nearly enough to make him go off right then and there.

“You’re a little honeypot,” Doug says, voice trembling, with a shake of his head and ruffle of the chromatic mane. “You know that, right?”

“Wush ah honeyhot?” the adorable honeypot asks through the cock in her mouth.

“It’s someone who uses sex to steal secrets,” Doug says, tweaking a fuzzy ear, “and you literally just told me you plan on working for the Equestrian military.”

“Hey!” Rainbow Dash exclaims, glaring as she pulls away, “I’m not-”

She cuts herself off as she looks down at the dick she was just sucking. A huff escapes her muzzle as she drops down, her head resting on his leg, though she makes no motion to try to take him back in. “That’s not what I meant to do,” she mutters. “I’m just not used to this whole ‘relationship’ stuff.” She closes her eyes, sinking even further into him. “And it’s ‘cause of that sex stuff you were saying before.”

Doug continues to sort apples as best he can with one hand occupying Rainbow Dash’s mane. “That sex deepens a relationship, and that can be dangerous if it doesn’t last.”

Rainbow Dash nods, absolutely loving the hand massaging into her mane. And how his cock felt in her mouth, with those twitches and knowing that he’s loving it too. And she can’t stand it. “I’m the same way. But not just with sex. With everything.” She gazes up at Doug, staring into those small blue eyes. “Remember what Applejack said about herds?”

“That they were loving with each other, and-”

“No, before that,” Rainbow Dash interrupts. “How a herd gets formed. At least with the Wondercolts, everypony knew that the ‘Bolts came first, and there wasn’t any expectation of Spits or Fleet hooking up with Soarin and inviting our other friends to join. But when I didn’t make it, and the rest of the ‘Colts upgraded to rookie ‘Bolts, a couple mares made… advances. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it hurt every time I turned them down. Like I was betraying them.” She sighs, her head dropping back down and glumly staring at his still hard cock. “I know that’s silly and stupid and-”

Doug cuts her off with a rough scratch of her mane. “That’s not silly or stupid.”

Rainbow Dash smiles despite her body tensing, part of her wanting to get back at him for challenging her assertion. “That’s part of why I moved to Ponyville. I’m good friends with ‘Shy, because Celestia knows she’ll never find a stallion, and everypony else knows not to ask. I’ve dived hard into my weather work, so I’m advancing quick, even if I am gonna leave in a couple weeks.”

“Leave?” Doug asks, surprised.

“Yeah. Next round of entrance exams starts the second week of March. Gives everymare a chance to recover from their heats, though they’ve got their scouts looking to see who bites the bolt and keeps training, and who takes a week off.” Rainbow Dash flexes her wings, shaking her rear. “It’s why I’ve been so, um, on top of you about using that cooler. Gotta show ‘em I’m still training hard.” She reaches her muzzle forward, taking a single lick of the drooping dick in front of her, smirking when she gets it to perk right back up. “Kind of why I want you to end my heat here and now, you know? I don’t have to bother you anymore, you don’t have to feel uncomfortable helping me. Win win, right?”

“I don’t know, Dash,” Doug says, struggling to find the words.

“You don’t want the sex to mean anything, right?” Rainbow Dash inhales deeply of his musk, and despite getting cooled off fairly recently she can feel her heat stirring.

“That’s the problem, Dash.” Doug’s hand tightens around the base of the colorful mane, Rainbow Dash gasping in pleasure. “I want the sex to mean something, I think it should mean something!”

“Then you wanna just do a muzzlejob? Stick it in me right at the end?” Rainbow Dash scowls, mostly at herself. “That won’t mean as much, right? ‘Cause why give the mare the pleasure when you can just use her muzzle to get yourself off?” She sniffs loudly, gritting her teeth to keep any more from escaping. “It’s ‘cause I’m not worth it, right? And I wouldn’t want me, either. Flat flanked Wonderbolt reject who only cares about herself and flying and-”

Rainbow Dash winces in pain as Doug’s fist slams into her shoulder, a hoof trying to rub at the spot. “That’s not true,” Doug spits out. “Because you are worth it, Dash.” Perhaps just believing the words makes it that way. “And if it takes a round of meaningless sex to make you realize that, then fine. Roll over.”

Rainbow Dash grimaces at the dull throb in her shoulder as she gets to her hooves, though inwardly she feels a cheer rising. She turns around, flicking her tail, her hooves sinking as she gets herself ready for him.

She’s surprised by his assertive, “No.” Rainbow Dash glances backwards; he’s making a circular motion with his hand. “Roll over.”

Doug’s face stays neutral as she complies, looking quite uncomfortable laying on her back. Her hind legs spread wide as her forelegs rest in front of her chest, peering over them curiously. He gets to his knees, then leans over her, peering down at her hidden marehood. One hand gives a quick squeeze to her exposed teats before he steadies himself, resting on the floor next to her barrel. The other hand strokes himself, lining up with her entrance. It’s easy to spot by the dampness, the long hair shifting as she winks, and the shudder of the mare as he gets near.

The barn door slams open, followed by the slow clop of hooves.

Doug flinches, as does Rainbow Dash, though no amount of scurrying would hide what was about to take place. He glances back, shuddering when he spots the white mane atop a light green mare.

Granny Smith surveys the scene as she takes one steady step at a time, the barn otherwise silent. She gets to a basket of unsorted Granny Smiths, a single kick tossing it to her back. “Been a long time since the barns got used like this,” she remarks to herself, her voice easily carrying. A smile slowly creeps across her muzzle as she turns, an agonizingly slow walk back to the main door. She glances back at Doug. “Just be sure to get back to workin’ once you’re done.”

“Yeah, sure,” Doug says, his voice wavering.

Granny Smith’s eyes narrow.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Doug repeats, his tone steady.

Granny Smith nods, closing the door behind her.

Doug turns back to the petrified mare underneath him, then to his dick. Still rock hard. “I still want this to mean something,” he says as he parts her outer lips. He shudders at the shocks shooting through him, light tingles that send him twitching with every pulse. Her walls tighten around him, inch after inch sinking into her.

“Me, too,” whispers Rainbow Dash, moaning loudly. Her forelegs part so she can watch him disappear inside her. He’s at least twenty percent more than the cooler, her tight marehood straining uncomfortably. And he’s not stopping, letting his weight force the entirety of his cock inside her. Her hips shift unconsciously, easing his access to her innermost depths. She gulps as she realizes what her body already knows and has come to accept as a certainty: I’m about to be bred.

The walls clench around Doug’s cock buried deep inside his mare, her wings straining against the ground. The human straightens out, no longer kneeling but laying across his mare - and that’s how he’s quickly coming to see the pegasus underneath him. His hands go from her sides to tickle the back of her head. He can feel her relax around him, shuddering as he slowly pulls away.

Rainbow Dash loves the contact, the hands caressing her mane and occasionally tugging at that sweet spot, the way his body presses against her barrel. And she hates it when he has to leave a spot, even if it’s to get to another, just like she misses when both hooflengths of him are buried fully inside her.

“Faster,” she begs in a whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Faster, or I’m never going to leave you.”

Doug grits his teeth, torn at the choice. Part of him - a part that knew this would happen, that knew this very act would do this exact thing to him - wants to slow down, or at least keep to steady thrusts, to cement the mare as his and he hers, together forever.

The other part believes this would destroy the mare, her dreams crumbling to nothing and leaving her broken. And it’s worth the pain he will inflict on himself, of breaking this bond he’s created and is creating, to spare her the same.

Doug speeds up, hating himself, though he would have hated himself no matter which choice he made.

A sharp whinny escapes the cerulean muzzle as she pants, her heat rising inside her like the air above a paved road. She rides the thermal, soaring as her body unleashes every trick in its untrained repertoire. Her marehood shudders as it constricts, sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies as he forces his way past her feeble defenses. Her body slides in time with his, begging for that release, until he clamps down with his hands and forces himself as deep as he can.

Rainbow Dash moans, her head spinning like she just went through the Dizzitron at full bore, as she feels him unload inside her. His hands firmly grasp her, like the mentally and physically exhausted human above her never wants to let her go. Yet at her light push her stallion releases her, his cock trailing a thin line from tip to marehood as it pulls away.

“I, um,” Rainbow Dash stammers as she stands on shaky legs, hating having to leave her stallion. No, not my stallion! I can’t think of him like that! “I don’t think you selling yourself as a cooler is going to work.”

“No?” Doug says between deep breaths, raising an eyebrow as he slowly recovers.

“Nope.” Rainbow Dash shakes her head. “‘Cause if you did, I’d buy every one.” She drops down, nuzzling him, before taking off for the front door, afraid of getting any closer to her stallion.

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