takes place after S8 E26, (School Raze Part 2)

sex scenes ahead.

also, we finished season eight! one more season to go!

It had been a week since Cozy Glow had attempted to destroy the School of Friendship, as well as taken the magic of ponies. Soarin had heard about through Spitfire, who heard from Dash through a quickly scrawled letter. And because of her loyalty, Rainbow had stayed in Ponyville for the week, missing five practices to stay with her friends and get everything back to order and running smoothly again.

He had been trying to subtly keep an eye out for her, wondering when she would show up to this party. Because it had also happened to be the end of the season, and Lightning always insisted on throwing a party, complete with loud music and alcohol. Every single member of the flying team, cleaning crew, and veteran Wonderbolt was currently there at the Cloudaseum, some flying and talking, some chilling on the stands that’d been preserved just for the get together.

Songbird Serenade’s music played through a speaker, and Fleetfoot had pulled Blaze onto the dance floor, while Rapid, Misty Fly, High Winds and Surprise had all quickly joined in, swirling and twirling to the beat.

Soarin, however, couldn’t find the urge to go and dance with his friends, thoughts on how Dash was doing, and if she was actually alright. She’d be fine... she was the strongest mare he had ever met. Bold and confident, with a secret soft side that made her loveable.

“Soarin! Come on, have a drink!” Surprise shouted.

He sighed and flew over to them, shaking his head. “Naw, Slowpoke, I’m alright for now,” he replied.

Surprise twisted in the air, facing him whilst upside down. “Come on, we got it from Sweet Apple Acres just for you! Well, and Crash,” she added.

A smile appeared on his muzzle at the thought of Dash’s obsession with the apple drink. “Maybe later.”

Surprise’s pink eyes looked him and up and down before shrugging. “Okay.”

“Clipper, you should try to have some fun,” Rapid told him casually. “Really.”

“Yeah Soarin, come on! Even Spitty and Wave are getting into it!” Fleetfoot called and slugged her drink, letting the cup fall.

Soarin glanced to see Wave casually spin Spitfire around, while their wings began to twine with one another’s, bodies magnificently close before they pulled away... Why did Spitfire get to be in a relationship with the pony she loved? Why did she get to be happy? He knew the thought was unfair, but he was jealous all the same, and the words he had said to himself in the Crystal Empire rang in the back of his mind. “I will be fine.”

Well, to be fine, you had to let go and have fun, right? And what were you supposed to do at a party? Have fun and be fine. So without another thought, Soarin let his head bob to the rhythm, accepting a drink from Fleetfoot as he began to sway... the songs’s meaning of lust taking over him...

He grabbed Fleetfoot’s hoof, pulling her closer to him. “Come on, Fleet, dance with me then,” he proposed, promptly spinning her.

Her purple stare immediately went to Blaze, who simply smiled and shrugged. “Making your move, Commander?” Fleetfoot teased.

Soarin dipped her slightly, chuckling. “Yes, my darling. I always have been and always will be in love with you,” he said sarcastically, grinning widely. It was nice to just dance with a friend.

She mockingly sighed. “Oh my.” She fake fluttered her eyes. “They’re all over me.”

At that, they both giggled like school fillies as Fleetfoot casually wrapped her arms around his neck loosely, both beginning to sway to the hypnotizing beat.

“You know... you never really told me what happened with Crash,” Fleetfoot said as they separated.
Soarin tried to ignore her, trying to enjoy himself.

When he didn’t answer, Fleet used her wing to tickle him under his chin. “Come on, you were gonna tell back at the Crystal Empire, and then you two kissed and...”

She moved in, asking if it was alright with her eyes. His didn’t say no, and she brushed her hot lips against his in a sweet kiss, filled with tenderness. Accepting it, Soarin kissed her again, still softly, but with a bit more pressure, telling her with actions that he still cared, that underneath all this hurt and longing, he still wanted her.

And after another two weeks, his wanting had only intensified. He was forced to watch her from a distance, while she did her own thing, torturing him just by being there and not able to properly do anything about his need for her touch, her voice, her smile.

“I’m in love with Rainbow Dash,” Soarin admitted with a sigh and downed the rest of his drink. “And I really need to get over her.”

Fleetfoot tilted her head and moved to his left. Feeling the loss of her hoof on his shoulder, Soarin lazily opened his eyes and found a clear path through the small crowd. And at the end of that path was her. Smooth, shiny cyan coat, brightly combed hair, long black eyelashes framing impossibly big magenta eyes. Rainbow Dash.

Soarin took a breath, hoping to slow his racing heart. He had tried to not feel this way ever since that moment where they had mostly officially broke things off, but it was impossible to get over a pony this quickly. So here he found them, staring intently at each other, neither one willing to break their stance. I’m not backing down, he told her with his eyes.

Her eyes narrowed as she soared up higher, looking down at him. Me either.

In this moment, time stood still.

And then she flew backwards and turned around, tossing her head over her shoulder and peeking at him. Catch me.

He was not going to be told twice. Abandoning everything else, he flew upwards and across the stadium, following Dash’s clean flying and turns as she rounded down over to a wide, completely empty space.

The two said nothing as their eyes met again, one question crowding Soarin’s mind. Are you okay?

Dash fluttered slowly, moving to her left and Soarin easily matched her pace, always making sure he was right across from her. No matter what, he matched her in ability. They were equals.

Deciding to take the first move, he shot up into the sky, daring her to follow. She did, and the two met right in the middle, Luna’s moon coming out and illuminating her hair slightly. She wore no outfit, had no hint of makeup on her face, and yet this is when he found her the most irresistible. Music pumping in the background, he inched his way closer to her, muzzles centimetres apart.

No blush grew on either of their cheeks. Only heavy breathing, steady gazes, and lip licking. Forget everything for tonight, Songbird’s voice sang out.

Dash leaned in slowly, giving Soarin plenty of time to back away. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Because he as going to do exactly what the song lyrics had said. Forget everything for tonight. Forget they their situation, forget their duties.
Forget they were just teammates.

They thought as one, it seemed, because Rainbow stopped flapping her wings and let herself free fall, and he copied her movements, never taking his eyes off her as they descended towards the cloud grounds.

Wings furled out slowly as they touched down, eyes locked. He could feel her lashes against his cheeks as she blinked, her hot, sweet breath on his cheek...

Soarin let go, and did what he desired. Their lips touched, a simple caress of the mouths that held so much more. Tearing apart, Soarin studied her half lidded eyes, the warmth of her body and slight scent of arousal up in the air. She wanted this just like he did.

And so he pressed his lips to hers again much more passionately. A rush of blood filled Soarin’s cheeks as Dash deepened the kiss, attempting to draw his body closer with her wings. He complied and poked his tongue against her mouth, which she opened, allowing him to explore the taste of her. Delicious, tantalizing, extravagant.

Dash whimpered a little as she pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths. Soarin began walking forward, forcing her into the wall as he pinned his body to hers, relishing the feeling of her rising chest.

“We’re... broken up,” she whispered.

He ran his eyes over her and pressed his lips to her cheek. “We never got an official break up kiss,” he murmured.

Her blue hoof stroked his cheek as she drew them together once more. “Break up kiss,” she agreed.

She placed a gentle peck on his mouth, which Soarin took gratefully, pecking her own a few more times before it evolved into light kisses, lips smacking together. Her hooves snaked their way around his neck, one combing through his mane. Their bodies were fully pressed against one another as their mouths attacked one another, frantic, eager, heated. A small moan elicited from Soarin as Dash bit his bottom lip, taking control as his satisfied hums became louder.

As their making out advanced and arousal grew stronger, Soarin hooked his arms under her plot, lifting her up so she was sandwiched between him and the wall. Something about being completely exposed yet still hidden thrilled him, made him even more determined to give her the best time possible. Licking her moist lips a few times before pulling away, his expression softened upon seeing her lust filled eyes. Sweeping a strand of hair away from her face, he tentatively began to kiss her jaw, making a trail all the way up to her ear, breathing heavily into it.

A whinny escaped Dash’s throat. “There’s... something... called break up sex... right?” she panted, pressing her marehood against his stomach.

Soarin groaned, biting his lip. He could feel his limbs weakening, his tail erratically twitching back and forth as he sought out Dash’s neck. “Break up sex,” he confirmed, biting down gently on her soft flesh.

It made a rather lovely gasp escape from her and she involuntary thrusted her hips into him, eyes fluttering closed. He ground into her, feeling the friction heat up and his loins beginning to burn with a desire to have something released. “Dash,” he grunted as their lips met again, locked in a ferocious battle, their tongues clashing quickly, sleuthing around her hot mouth.

They continued to grind, and Soarin made sure to position his balls to hit her swollen clitoris, sending Rainbow into spouts of pleasure as she bucked, squeals and moans coming out. Burying her face into his chest, her lips attacked his body while her hooves roamed his wings. “Dash,” he whispered, desperate to make her feel good.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered, locking eyes with his.

Lost in those pools of rose, he rolled his body harder, which earned more sounds of pleasure from the mare. “That’s right,” he whispered into her ear, rubbing his hooves against her cutie marks. “Cum for me, Dashie.”

“Ugnh, Soar... in,” she panted, “please, please, I— oh!” she moaned, hips violently jerking as her orgasm took over her.

Her sounds made him weak in the knees, and he let them be lowered to the ground, covering her small body with his own. Again, her wings wrapped around his back, tugging him closer until she could pull him in for another kiss. “I...”

“Is everything okay? Are you okay? You aren’t hurt, are you, from Tartarus?” he mumbled incoherently into her neck, placing a line of kisses down to her chest.

“I’m awesome,” she replied. “Now, listen Commander,” she whispered seductively.

Reaching up, Soarin moved his cock and started dragging it along her dripping core, finding the warm lubricant very, very enticing. “Tonight, Dash,” he stated, “I’m the boss.” His voice was stern in the sexiest way possible.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she confessed, a heavy crimson dusting her cheeks. Those beautiful eyes looked into him again. “Do me, Soarin,” she told him huskily. “One last time.”

One last time. One last time. Their last time together as one. “One last time,” he echoed to himself.
Grinning, he reached back down and kissed her lips hotly. “I’m gonna make it worth it then,” he murmured.

“Yeah?”

He smiled. “Yeah.”

They started making out again, hot and feverish kisses so loving it said what words couldn’t. I want you so badly.

Dash softened her lips, gently prodding him, urging him to go slower, and when they finally separated for air, their eyes locked and she looked at him that way again. Eyes so full of gentle passion and longing it took his breath away. “Soarin,” she mumbled against his mouth. “I love-“

He pressed his hoof to stop her and only shook his head. “Don’t say it, please,” he whispered. “But yeah, I do too.” I love you.

Dash nodded understandingly and started stroking that sensitive spot on the back of his neck.

He sighed contently and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, peppering it with his lips while her legs wrapped around his waist, gyrating tormentingly slowly against his rapidly rising erection.

“You’re not making this very easy, you know,” he muttered and moved up once again to take her mouth.

“I like torturing you,” she teased, smiling widely.

Soarin smiled back, forgetting all of his worries and doubts, just letting himself be with her for just this night. One last time. “Don’t I know it.”

They kissed again, languidly, slowly, and extremely hot, their bodies unable to get any closer. Dash moaned softly into his mouth as he teased her with his tongue, dragging it along her lower lip and slightly along her teeth.

“I’ve imagined this for so long,” he admitted, breaking away and reattaching his mouth to her chest, trailing his tongue down her twitching body, all the way down to her thighs, caressing them with his lips, a small smile spreading on his face as her hooves wrapped around his head.

“Don’t make me wait,” she whispered, trying redirect him towards her dripping marehood. Her action caused his nose to clash with her clit, causing Dash to buck her hips and yelp a little.

“I like torturing you,” he quipped, copying her words while breathing against her pussy, eliciting a moan from the mare.

Dash laughed a little, moving her hips closer to his muzzle as his velvet like tongue went down on her, making her writhe as he achingly took his time licking all the way up, tasting her sweet and tangy juices that had soaked her.

Another sweet noise escaped Dash’s mouth as Soarin strong tongue began to go harder, up and down, prodding, making it’s way in between her lips and into her hole, pulling in and out of her at a rising pace, making him lightheaded at her taste. It was so good, addictive really.

“Oh my... fuck, Soarin,” Dash grunted, jerking her lower body a little. “You’re such a tease.”

He didn’t respond, too caught up in her pussy, in making her feel the best as possible. And he knew to add to the pleasure she was already feeling by bringing his ice blue hoof up and stroking her clit as slowly and soft as he could. “Oh,” she whispered, thrusting upwards again. “Yes, yes, yes...”

Soarin smirked to himself, withering his tongue around in a pace he knew she liked while he rubbed her nub more prominently. Last time, he thought to himself. He wanted it to be sex she wouldn’t forget.

Darting his tongue and pressing it against the pleasure spots of her canal, he worked it until she was writhing, digging her hooves into his neck, begging him to go, go, go... and then payback from their very first time happened when she had teased his ever coming orgasm, he did the same thing, and took his tongue out of her pussy, his hoof going slower and slower on her clit until that was removed as well. Lifting his head up and shaking back up her, he grinned cheekily at her disappointment.

“What was that for you jerk?” She poked him in the chest.

He chuckled and put his lips to her right ear. “Remember the first time we fucked?” he asked. “You were sucking me off like a master, and I was just on the edge because only you could build me up that quickly... I was so close, Dash,” he whispered and backed away. “And then you pulled away.”

Dash bit her lip, nodding a little excessively. Without a warming, she wiggled out from underneath him and stood up, quickly stretching her legs and cracking her neck. “Listen very closely to my next words, Soarin.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You’re going to lay down,” she instructed, coming closer. “And then I am going to ride you so hard you’ll regret not giving me that orgasm before,” she finished, smiling evilly.

Soarin’s lips parted as his cheeks flushed from her instructions. “I...”

Dash pushed him a little, a saucy smile playing on her lips. She forced more of her weight onto his chest, urging him to lower to the ground. “Just remember,” she whispered against his cheek. “Rainbow Dash is the commander in the bedroom.”

Soarin shook off his startled feeling. As much as he loved being in charge, he found it undeniably sexy when Dash took the reigns. Playing along, he lay on his back, never taking his eyes off of her as she crawled on top of him. “How could I forget?” he replied while grinning. “I’m at your submission, Dash.”

She smirked as her lithe form began to lower down, circling the tip of his impatient with her warm folds. “That’s a good stallion,” she cooed. “Are you ready for the ride of your life?”

He smirked, lifting his hips up and biting his lip when he felt his shaft enter her for a split second. “Give it to me,” he challenged.

She accepted it with daring eyes, circling it a few more times before descending as slowly as possible, purposely making him wait. He bucked his hips in wanting, groaning, “Faster.”

She lowered even more and leaned over him so their faces were concealed by her silky mane. “You could have had it your way if you hadn’t messed with me either.” She winked.

Soarin cursed himself, although he couldn’t say he quite regretted holding her orgasm off. He wanted the buildup, the suspense, the— oh sweet Celestia, this was what he had been longing for for such a long time. Rainbow’s hot cunt wrapped tightly around Soarin’s cock, her slick walls coating him, dripping down perfectly. As her ass pressed against his balls, Dash sighed loudly, tilting her head backwards as her hips began to grind slowly but surely, gradually increasing her pace by the minute. Soarin was in heaven and hell at the same time. This was torture— but it felt so damn good.
He was inside her, the mare of his dreams. So Soarin swallowed deeply and began to rock his hips as well, getting lost in the moment.

The pleasure that had followed had been intense, amazing, or as Dash would say— awesome.

As soon as that event finished, the two had clumsily gotten up and as Dash was preparing to fly away, Soarin found that he couldn’t let her go just yet. After all, this night had to be imprinted in their minds for as long as possible. So instead, he grabbed her hoof and asked to go back to his place and spend the night.

“You know,” he had said. “Just for mind blowing break up sex,” he offered.

Dash bit her lip, looking down. “I...”

He held his breath as he awaited her reply.

A shaky sigh escaped from her and she looked up. “Totally. I mean... it’s in the same night, right? So... break up sex,” she confirmed, a sly smile appearing.

He returned the smile. “Let’s not waste any more time, come on.”

Mumbling incoherently, Soarin rubbed his eyes and opened them, finding himself back in his room. As soon as he looked over and saw the small cerulean pegasus, he was thankful he had only had two cups of beer, because he remembered the night’s events as if he were living them all over again. Rainbow had ridden him like the expert she was, and as soon as they were back at his place, their lips were locked and they made their way to his bedroom at lightning speed— overcome with strong desire once again.

They had gone five times all together, taking hour naps in between each one to regenerate, and then their hooves were all over one another, exploring the other’s body like it was their first time making the special connection. One last time.

Soarin looked down at Rainbow Dash, not wanting to wake her up. Or, not yet ready to face the thing that had to come next. So making himself comfortable again, he covered himself with the comforter and lay on his side, awaiting the moment he dreaded with all his heart.