obviously a continuation of last chapter. after S7 E23, (Secrets and Pies.)

EXPLICIT SCENES. do not read if you aren’t comfortable with sex.

oh fuck, explicit scenes. i’m only now realizing the magnitude of what i wrote. ponies having sex... i-

alright. forget it. enjoy.

He let their bodies touch, and he lowered his mouth to hers, placing a lust filled kiss on her sweet lips. They moved together in sync, and Dash tentatively wrapped her arms around Soarin’s body, crushing him to her. He didn’t resist as he expertly licked her lips, begging for an entrance. He felt her smile and nip his lip before allowing him in, letting him explore the cool taste of her tongue.

It went on for a bit, just them kissing, all of Soarin’s pent up lust catching up to him so fast and hard he forgot how to breathe. He was kissing Rainbow Dash. And she was kissing him back, just as, if not more, fiercely. Their tongues in a soft war until Soarin had to pull away for much needed oxygen.
His whole body was on fire, shaking, crumbling, all for the mare who was under him. “Dash,” he mumbled, tucking his head into her neck and making a trail of kisses up to her ear. “Are you sure?”

He felt her sharp intake as he licked and bit her ear, causing waves of intense pleasure to course through her. “Duh,” she giggled. And when he pulled away to meet her gaze, she formed a wicked grin and skillfully flipped him over so that he was on the bottom. “Just so you know, Commander, I’m on top.” She smirked and began stroking his wings, his arms, his muscled stomach, teasing, massaging, just so he would feel the pleasure buttons before she shied away.

He managed a chuckle through his twitching and writhing. He’d let her have the lead for now... “Oh, god, Dash,” Soarin groaned, throwing his head back. She had kissed, sucked, and licked her way down his abdomen and was brushing her nose so close to that very spot...

And then her moist mouth was on his penis, licking the tip, a seductive smile on her face. “Don’t fucking tease,” he spat, pushing her head onto him a little more, urging her to go go go.
And she did, bobbing her head up and down in the perfect rhythm, doing everything perfectly mind blowing. “Argh, Dash,” Soarin grunted out. He was so close, could feel the pressure of tingles build all over his body, almost there, almost there and then—

It stopped, every feeling stopped and he looked up, a betrayed look in his eyes as she pulled her mouth away and licked her lips. “Soar, the first time I see you cum, I want you inside me,” she said hotly, inching her way back up and pressing a kiss on his mouth.

He made a muffled sound. Usually when it came to the bedroom was when he was the smooth talker. Even though Soarin was a giant goofball, he had a certain charm when it came to mares. He stopped the shocked noise coming from his mouth and sent her a smirk, his confidence rising. He was Soarin. Second-in-command of the Wonderbolts, famous celebrity, overwhelmingly hot, and a stud with mares. Two could play this game. Remembering his karate lessons, he flipped her over and grinned. “You had your fun,” he said. “And now I’m gonna have mine.”

Her mouth that was open to protest shut tightly when Soarin ducked his head and went straight for the treasure, kissing softly on her stomach and near her entrance.

Her hooves curled around his neck and pressed him further in between her legs. “Hurry up,” she commanded, trying to bite back a groan. He chuckled darkly and teased her a bit more, running his nose near her clit. She let out a whimper of protest and bucked her legs softly. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“As you wish,” he whispered and went in for the kill. He started softly, easing his tongue up and down her vagina, tasting her, devouring her. Her scent, her taste, was like no other. Musky, tangy, yet still sweet. Awesome. Just like Rainbow Dash. “You taste so good.”

She didn’t reply but he could hear her pants as he slipped his tongue in and around her, dragging it over her clit until she was gasping, “Soarin,” she moaned, her back arching again. He ran over it a few more times with his nose, noting from experience that she was close. “Yes, yes, yes, god yes,” she whimpered and sighed. He pulled back as she groaned and panted, riding her orgasm for as long as she could, letting her hips thrust a little. “Oh, ah, Soar...in...”

Soarin pulled away, feeling satisfied at bringing her to climax. “Seems I’m just as good at something as you are,” he remarked.

She grinned feverishly. “We’re not done yet,” she panted wrapping her hooves around his body, twisting him and flying over on top of him. Her coat shone with a thin sheen of sweat, some of her hair matted, eyes sparkling.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her, not thinking in the moment.

Her lips parted, and colour took place on her cheeks. “You’re really hot,” she replied, giggling a little.

Soarin didn’t have time to reply because his erection was enwrapped in a hot, dripping sensation. Her mouth parted and she flung her head back as she moaned. He let out a moan too, dizzy with pleasure as both their wings flared out, chests heaving. Soarin lifted himself up. “Look at me,” he demanded huskily.

She obeyed and ran her half lidded eyes over him. “Yes, Commander?”

He grinned and placed his hooves on her hips and, using all his strength, lifted her up and let her go down again. “I need you,” he muttered. “So fuck me.”

Dash leaned closer, already in his lap and hugged him to her chest. He pressed his lips all over her, chest, neck, shoulders. “Patience,” she panted and begun riding, her hips and flank making a light slapping noise every time she came back down. “Oh, yes,” Dash yelled out, focusing on how good she was feeling.

It was incredibly arousing to Soarin and he jerked a bit, holding her so she wouldn’t fall while he peppered her skin with kisses. He was sure he would fall over in ecstasy if it wasn’t for Dash’s hooves around him.

He thrusted a bit, meeting hers, “I’m so close, Dashie,” he mumbled, eyes closing.

She couldn’t reply through her pants, coming down harder each time, the feeling coursing through her. Soarin was sweating and the feeling became too much. Reaching his peak, he yelped, feeling his cock go limp, his legs and arms trembling to hold the mare he was making love to as she went over the edge as well.

“Soarin,” she moaned, letting herself settle as her heavy breathing slowed and he vision came back. “Soar, Soarin...” she mumbled his name a couple times as she let herself fall into him, landing back on his bed with a gentle ‘thump’.

They stayed like that, both unable to feel their bodies. He kept her close, never wanting to let her go. This, this, was the best feeling in Equestria. He felt content to stay here forever, with the most amazing mare he had ever met. She completed him, he was sure. He felt happy in a way he hadn’t ever before. He mumbled in protest as she lifted her head and kissed his cheek, dismounting him, and rolling over to her side. He turned and met her gaze, unsure of what to say. She smiled. “It’s alright if we’re tied for being the best at this activity.” She winked.

Soarin chuckled. “Sounds good to me.”

To his disappointment, she sat and stood up, her legs wobbling a little. “Can I use your shower?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll find an extra towel on the shelf,” he replied.

She stayed silent and swiftly shut the door behind her. A minute later, he heard the shower come to life. Soarin stayed on the bed for a moment, sighing. She would be back from the shower in a moment and- Oh crap, she was in the shower. Smiling deviously, he hopped to his hooves and trotted in. “Dash? I need to clean up too,” he called.

The water turned off and she stepped out, mane plastered to her face, all clean and fresh. “I’m not always gonna make it easy for you, Soar,” she said, grabbing a towel and drying herself as best as she could. “Enjoy.” She brushed her tail under his chin, sending him a cheeky smile and promptly shut the door, leaving him all alone.

“You’re the worst,” he called.

“Don’t even,” she called back. “You clearly felt different a few minutes ago.”

He rolled his eyes, stepping in and turning it on, letting the water, rinse away any ejaculate on his body. I had sex with Rainbow Dash. Does that mean she... likes me too? ‘Cause I really like her. Would she wanna be with me? Marefriend and all? But.. what about my job? I can’t just... Argh, a relationship probably isn’t a good idea. I’m the second-in-command... would I have enough time for her? For us? I’d have some but... maybe not enough. Definitely not. Being a Wonderbolt is my life, Dash’ll understand. Sighing, he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He noticed she wasn’t in the room and wandered downstairs, unprepared for what he would see.

“Uh, what’re you doing?” Soarin asked, dumbfounded.

She was flying around the kitchen, peering into the cupboards, humming quietly. She jumped a little at his voice and landed on the ground, smiling sheepishly. “Well, I thought I’d make you something, but I’m awful at cooking.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Well drop what you’re doing, you’re making a mess, Dash.”

“Fine, fine, fine, even though I was trying to be nice,” she said jokingly.

He smirked. “That’s rare,” he remarked.

Dash rolled her eyes and stared at the ground. “Shut up, dork.”

“Hurting my feelings. Again.” He stuck out his bottom lip and pouted. “Anyways, let’s just have um... sandwiches?”

Her face lit up. “It’s decided! You’re trying my favourite!”

“Your carbo-load of a meal? I don’t know, Dash, I~” Truthfully, it sounded a little gross.

He shut his mouth when she placed a hoof on his mouth. “No ifs, ands or buts, Clipper. You’re trying it. Now sit back and let the master do her work.” She flexed her wings and hurried around the kitchen, heating potatoes, boiling pasta and toasting the bread.

Knowing better then to argue, he sat at the table and watched her work, impressed how she seemed to know what she was doing. Watching intently, he couldn’t help but go back to when the girl was moaning his name, her lips on his cock, blowing him, teasing him, driving him wild. He sat with a giddy smile on his face, so lost he didn’t even blink when a loud clatter of plates was right before him.

“Stallions,” Dash said. “Are you all always like this after sex?”

Soarin stared down at the sandwich, hesitant to try it. He liked all the foods she cooked with, but all together? He wasn’t sure. He could be a little picky sometimes. “It’s in our blood,” he responded cheekily, “are you sure this is good?”

She bit in, face first, chewing excessively and swallowing. “Of course! You won’t regret it.” She took another bite and smiled at him, urging him to try.

He took a bite, chewing slowly, tasting. The faint sweetness of the pasta did well with the salt in the potatoes, which was tied together with soft and fresh bread. It was... really good. “Fine,” he muffled, accepting defeat. “It’s good.”

She grinned. “Told ya. Can you think of anything else that tastes better?”

“Pie, obviously.”

She rolled her eyes. “Besides pie.”

Soarin sent her a flirty wink and gave her some bedroom eyes. “You.”

Dash dropped her sandwich as her jaw dropped. Red filled her cheeks. “Soarin!”

“What? It’s true,” he told her, shrugging and taking another bite.

“I...” She stuffed some bread into her mouth.

He only laughed, amused by her flustered state. “So, uh, did Rarity get to meet up with Fancy Pants?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” she answered, finishing her sandwich, still embarrassed by his comment. “She’s still there I’m pretty sure, in Canterlot.”

Soarin nodded. “Err, Rainbow, I don’t know if this is a good time for this, but...” his voice trailed off, not wanting to accept it quite yet.

She raised an eyebrow, her mouth curving into a slight frown. “But...?”

“I can’t do a relationship!” he blurted out and nervously stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, looking away. She was silent, taking his words in. He thought she might be angry, or even worse, relieved. Maybe she didn’t like him. Maybe she only wanted sex. Maybe-

She took his chin in her hoof and tilted up so green met rose. “I know, Soar,” she told him seriously.

He swallowed his food and licked his teeth. “You do?” he squeaked, blushing furiously at the tenderness of her touch.
The same blush rose on her cheeks. “I... I guess it’s a little... unfortunate,” she admitted. “But I get it. You’re a Wonderbolt first. I am as well.” She flared her wings out, puffed her chest, and nodded confidently.

I gotta tell her, I gotta tell her. “I really, really like you, Rainbow Dash,” he murmured.

She sighed. “Me too. I like you too, Soarin,” she murmured back, stepping closer.

“Really?”

She looked away, embarrassed. “Well... yeah.” She traced her hoof on the floor. “We can just... hang out? A lot, in the future, you know, instead of...”

“Dating,” he finished.

“If you want, of course, no pressure,” she added. “I know you’re super busy.”

Soarin smiled. She really was too cute for her own good. “I’d like that, it sounds good,” he replied.

Her eyes brightened and she stood a little straighter. “Good. ‘Cause I would miss you.”

He blinked as she shook her head for allowing that to slip out of her mouth. “It’s okay, Dashie Washie, I promise to tell no pony,” he vowed in a baby voice as he crossed his hoof over his chest, grinning smugly.

“Pfft, yeah, yeah, here, lemme take the dishes,” she offered, scooping them up and placing them in the sink, washing the plates.

Soarin was tired and he staggered up the stairs, walking into his room that smelled like Dash and sex. He closed his eyes, waiting for Dash, who was there in a few minutes, crawling into bed beside him. “Is this alright?” she whispered. Always.

“Duh,” he tried to imitate her voice and draped his wing over her small body. They both fell asleep, smiling.

Later in the night, Soarin woke up and stare down at the mare in his embrace, snoring softly. He couldn’t help but press a kiss to forehead. She began to shift and he got that she probably sensed his eyes on her. “What’s up?” she asked sleepily.

He gave her a small smirk, trying to keep his composure as her hot body pressed into him, pressing against his sensitive areas. He gazed at her until understanding dawned in her eyes.

“Oh,” she said softly, pressing her head to his chest and kissed his neck a couple times. “Can’t get enough of me, huh?” she whispered.

His breaths came in short when her lips touched his skin. “I’ll never have enough of you,” he rasped. It was crazy how easily she undid him. He let her kiss him until she pulled away, and he rolled on top of her. His flushed face, cloudy mind, laboured breathing... his stiff wings... all came so quick. Because of her.

Dash looked at him, a growing of pure need on her features as she attempted to pull him closer. He started out slowly, kissing her face, her neck, shoulders, her lips. Taking as much time as he wanted.

“Taking your time? So unlike you before,” she mused, hind legs wrapping around his waist.

“I’m a Wonderbolt, I do everything quickly,” he said slowly, pulling away to meet her eyes. “I want to feel everything with you,” he admitted.

Her smile turned devious. “Don’t keep me waiting then,” she whispered.

He didn’t.

After their second time, neither had wanted to sleep right away, and were lying peacefully in a spooning position.

“Why exactly did Pinkie come and play detective?” he mumbled.

She breathed deeply. “I don’t want you to know. Might give you a heart attack.”

“Come on, I will not die on you in the middle of the night. I swear.”

She sighed. “You asked for it. Shock of a lifetime. Here goes nothing,” she muttered and faced him. “Soarin... she came because she thought I didn’t eat her pies,” she confessed like it wasn’t something he already knew.

He let out a laugh. “I know, Dash, and you don’t.”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed. “And the reason I don’t is because...”

And it clicked as she tore her gaze away. Soarin felt like laughing, pouting, and shaking her. Did she seriously... “You don’t like pie?!” he whisper shouted.

“Uhh...”

“I feel like I don’t even know you. How did I not? Pie is the best thing ever! Ever! And~”

“Soar, c’mon. I know. It’s awful, it’s a tragedy...” Dash said sarcastically.

He nodded in agreement. “It really is.”

She let out a giggle and gave him a sweet smile.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“Nothing. You’re just really cute sometimes.” Her face turned red and she covered her hoof with her mouth.

He lightly shoved it away and brought his face close to hers. “It might take a while, but I’ll see past this,” he kidded, a certain light in his eyes.

“I’m glad you can see past my one and only flaw,” she kidded back and pressed her lips to his.

He savoured the taste of her until she pulled away, both with bright smiles on their faces. They weren’t tired at all. So they talked. And laughed. About friends, family, work, life, interests... everything. And as they finally drifted off, excruciatingly exhausted, everything was perfect.