The Request and the Aftermath
“Andrew, can I talk to you about something?” Rainbow Dash asked, looking around to make sure no one was listening. He nodded, and was surprised when she suddenly grabbed his wrist and dragged him into an alley near the library.
“Is everything alright, Dash?” he asked worriedly. She nodded, then licked her lips nervously.
“I - well, I've been thinking about something,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously with one hand. She seemed to have forgotten what to say.
“What’s wrong? What were you thinking about?”
“Andrew,” she said. “We’re both adults, right?”
“I would assume so,” he said, nodding. Even though he had been in Equestria for a few months now he still wasn't completely sure how ponies aged. He loved the way she looked with her light blue fur all over her body, her rainbow mane and tail that captivated all who looked at it, her powerful wings that had given her the title of best flyer in Ponyville, and of course her beautiful wine-colored eyes that shone with affection and the very element she represented: Loyalty. He was brought back to reality as she snapped her fingers in his face.
“You all right there, big guy?” she asked, smirking.
“I'm fine,” he lied.
“Well, as I was saying, we both have adult needs, right?”
“What are you getting at, Dash?”
“Andrew, I don’t want to join the Wonderbolts as a virgin,” she blurted. He blinked in surprise.
“Why not?” he asked, feeling a strange burning sensation in the pit of his stomach.
“If I go as a virgin and when they find out, which they will, there will be no amount of humiliation I would get from the other mares,” she said somewhat sadly. “But I don’t want to experiment the first time with a total stranger, what if I did something wrong?”
“Okay, so why are you telling me this?”
“I trust you, Andrew,” she said softly, casting her eyes down. Her cheeks turned pink.
“Well, I’m glad you trust me. I trust you too,” he said, shifting his weight as he stood there. He thought he knew what she was implying, but he just wanted to hear her say it. “But what are you getting at?”
“Andrew,” she said, smiling in embarrassment. “I guess what I’m asking is, would you …” her voice trailed off and she blushed furiously.
“Would I what?” he asked cautiously. He had never seen Rainbow Dash this shy before. She forced herself to meet his eyes. Wine red met emerald green.
“I want you to be my first!”
He blinked several times, then closed his eyes took a deep breath and opened them again.
“I’m not sure I heard you right,” he said, his heart pounding wildly. “Did you just ask me to..?”
“Yes, I did,” she said breathlessly.
“Why me?” he asked, panicking slightly. “I'm not even the same species as you.” She stomped her hoof lightly.
“Listen to you,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “So what if you're human and I'm a pony? You have been taking care of me and my friends since you got here, you've given Twilight and Lyra more info about humans than they thought was possible, and even though you've only been here for a few months you've been such a good influence to everypony. Even managing to charm Princess Luna!” He turned bright red at her statement.
“Relax Dash you're right, I'm just shocked you want me for this.” he said. She smiled back, and his stomach turned pleasantly. He’d never thought of Rainbow Dash as anything other than a friend, but this new prospect was interesting to consider. The more he thought about it, the more it intrigued him.
“Well?”
“Oh, will I?” he asked nervously. She nodded, rocking back and forth on her heels expectantly, her wings rustling slightly.
“Please, Andrew? I really need this.” she said.
“What makes you think I’m the right guy for this? I mean, I've never done anything with a girl - mare before.”
“Andrew Redfield, I know that’s not true,” she said, her hands back on her hips. “I know for a fact that you felt Lyra up during one of your study sessions.”
“Dash!” he said, his face flushing. ’I can't believe she told Dash about that! Wait, did Lyra say anything else to her?’
“Well, like I said, I trust you. Are you going to help me or not?”
“Uhm, yeah, I guess I will,” he said nervously. She smiled, then launched herself at him. She hugged him tightly and he was suddenly aware that she had breasts - and they were rubbing against his chest. It was becoming painful for him to stand there, so he pulled away.
“Tonight, then?”
“Tonight?” he asked, surprised. “But you still have a week left before you leave. Don't you want to practice some more?”
“This is more important,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. His eyes widened.
“Are you sure you feel okay?” he asked, putting his hand to her forehead. She laughed and pushed his hand away.
“I’m fine! I’ll meet you here so I can bring you up to my place around ten, is that alright?” He nodded and watched as she picked up her backpack. “Should I wear anything to help get you… ready?” she asked, her cheeks glowing pink. He grinned.
“I'm just happy with you being you, Dash,” he teased. She smiled shyly and hugged him again quickly before flying away.
The day passed tortuously slow after that, and Andrew found that it was almost impossible to think about anything but having sex with Rainbow Dash. He did have mixed feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand, he was going to lose his virginity and hopefully learn how to please a mare, but on the other hand, it was Rainbow Dash. He’d never even truly thought of her as a mare until now. She had always been the tomboy, loud and boisterous and always the braggart, even drinking with Big Mac, Spike and himself from time to time. Andrew smiled at that particular memory.
Nine-thirty rolled around and found Andrew walking quietly down the streets. He was nervous; he could feel his palms sweating and his stomach churning. He wished he hadn't eaten so much at dinner. Nevertheless, he crept quietly down the last street and turned down the alley that had witnessed Dash's confession. He saw Dash in her flight jacket and leather pants, and he gulped. She smiled nervously at him.
“You’re early,” she said. He nodded.
“I had trouble remembering where the alley was,” he admitted. She eyed his clothes, and he flushed. He quickly began to develop second thoughts about the plan. ’I can't do this! Wait, what if she laughs at me when I take off my clothes in front of her!? Oh well to late now.’She handed him the cloud-walking pill Twilight had made for non-pegasi, and he proceeded to dry swallow it.
“Are you ready, then?” she asked softly. He nodded and she flew him to her house. Opening the door, Dash removed her jacket and threw it onto a nearby chair. Winking back at him, she dragged him by the wrist to her room.
“Are you going to wear that?” he asked, trying to initiate some conversation to calm his nerves. He pointed to her leather pants and black tank top and she looked at him from beneath heavily lidded eyes. His pulse roared in his ears - he’d never seen Rainbow Dash give anyone such a smoldering look before. Taking his hand, she placed it on the button of her pants.
“Take it off,” she instructed. His eyes widened slightly, but he began unbuttoning as she’d commanded. It was difficult; he was so nervous that his fingers felt thick and he kept fumbling with the zipper. When he finally managed to undo the button and zipper, he slowly pulled her pants down, but didn't get a chance to look before she grabbed him under the chin and raised his head. His eyes widened. While he had been occupied with her pants, she had removed her top.
She stood before him, wearing nothing but a tight black bra and matching thong. He felt a burning sensation growing and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her breasts. They were smaller than they felt, but it did nothing to ruin her beauty, on the contrary it accentuated it all the more.
“Aren't you going to touch me?” she asked, a note of disappointment in her voice.
He took a steadying breath, then leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. He was surprised when she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against him. When he touched his tongue to her lips, she parted them and he swirled his tongue around inside her mouth.
She felt dizzy; Lyra hadn't lied. Andrew was a good kisser. She reached for the hem of his blue t-shirt, and he raised his arms, letting her pull it over his head and drop it on the floor with her own top. A breath of surprise escaped her lips. Andrew was more muscular than he let on. He was lean and built, and all the work Applejack had put him through had left him well-developed. She saw a dark line of hair begin at his navel and then disappear below the waist of his pants. Her heart flip-flopped in her chest; she’d never seen a sta- man naked before. Would she think he was ugly?
His eyes were locked on hers as he raised a hand to gently cup her breast. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes; sensations rippled through her that she’d rarely felt before. His thumb brushed a hardened nipple through the satiny fabric of the bra, and she raised her hands to clutch move his fingers more.
“Oh,” she moaned softly, her wings seeming to almost snap to attention. His hands reached behind her back and clumsily unfastened her bra, letting her slide her arms out of it, being careful not to catch her wings. It fell to the floor, and it was Andrew’s turn to gasp. Her breasts were far from perfect, but that is what made her so alluring. He cupped one breast in his hand, and then lowered his head to kiss her neck. She shivered uncontrollably and he stopped kissing her long enough to look at her.
“I think we should move to the bed,” he said, his voice low.
She nodded wordlessly and he eased her backwards to the bed. She started to lie down, but he put up a hand to stop her. She held her breath as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of her silky panties and slid them off her legs. She stepped out of them and felt her face grow warm as he looked at her. ‘Did she look different than other mares?’ As he quickly slipped his pants off, she couldn't pull her eyes away. ‘That was supposed to fit inside of her?’
Andrew was having great difficulty restraining himself now. The sight of her standing before him, totally naked, was doing funny things to him. Her breasts were heaving with the erratic breaths she was taking in. She really was a magnificent sight.. He removed his necklace and watch and threw them onto her dresser, then lowered her to the bed, carefully so as to not make her bend a wing the wrong way. He lay down with her and began kissing her again, taking his time. He didn't want to scare her with his new found enthusiasm; he wanted it to be a good experience for both of them. She raised her hands hesitantly at first, then touched his erect member. He let out a soft groan and she froze for a moment. When she realized he’d made the noise because it felt good, still not quite believing this was actually happening, she began stroking slowly with her hand.
It was almost more than Andrew could stand. He could feel himself becoming unbearably hard in her hand, but her hand was so soft he didn't want her to stop. He bent his head and kissed her bare shoulder, then let his warm mouth trail down to her breast. He caught a nipple between his lips and heard her gasp in surprise, her hand stopping suddenly. He swirled his tongue around and she arched her back, pressing herself against him. He moved to kiss the other breast and heard her moan softly, feathers rustling softly beneath them. Slowly, deliberately, he moved his hand down her side, over her hip, and down to her outer thigh. She began to squirm uncomfortably; she wanted him to touch her and end the burning ache that had started between her legs.
He slowly moved his hand from her outer thigh inwards, and she spread her legs slightly. When his hand covered the mound of soft, blue fur, she gasped. His hand moved downward and she arched against him again.
“Oh, Andrew,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. He kissed her flat stomach, then lowered his head.
He’d never done this before, but he’d always wanted to try it. He touched his tongue to the exposed blue flesh, and she began to shudder. The motion of his tongue was causing sensations that she hadn't known were possible! He continued his slow expedition of her core, slowly licking up and down. She squirmed under the feeling of his tongue. Andrew had no idea what he was doing, everything he did was based off the noises she was making. If she sighed it wasn't doing much for her, but if she twitched or squeaked he knew he found a sensitive spot. She put her hand behind his head and held him to her, her cheeks were flushed and her breaths were ragged. When his teeth brushed against her clit she cried out in surprise. Andrew took note of this and he sucked on the little bundle of nerves he had unintentionally discovered. Having been on the edge for the last few minutes, Rainbow Dash threw her head back in a silent scream as she came. Grabbing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to control herself. Andrew licked her slowly, lowering her down gently from her high. He pulled away and looked at her. Her hair had fanned out around her head, her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing heavily. After a few minutes she looked at him.
“Wow,” she said. He grinned.
“All you can say is Wow?” She laughed.
“Yes, now come here.” She pulled him down to her by his arm, until he was over her. Andrew looked at her, he knew what was supposed to happen next, but he had never done anything like this before, and he afraid he would mess up of hurt her. Almost as she read his thoughts she looked at him “Come on big guy, I know it will hurt at first but I trust you.” she said.
“Okay, I'll do it quick,” he said. He positioned himself on top of her and entered her in one swift motion. A brief bout of pain ruined the moment for her. She bit back a few tears, the pain was more intense than she had anticipated. Andrew bent down and kissed her gently trying to ease any of the pain away for her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and tasted her, no matter how much he did this he loved the way she tasted, like fresh blueberries. He pulled away to look at her.
“Y-you can move now,” she said. She watched as he nodded and closed his eyes withdrawing slightly, then he moved into her again. He moved slowly at first, he was nervous and she was so fucking tight it was unbelievable. As his thrusts continued, her wings wrapped around him and she held him closer to her, almost as if she was afraid he would leave her. His cock hit a spot inside of her that made her gasp and dig her fingernails into his back. Andrew grunted at that, but ignored it and took that as a sign to speed up his thrusts.
Dash was panting heavily into his ear, the pleasure now far overcoming the pain she had felt earlier. She loved the way he felt inside of her and how he fit her so well. His name left her lips in a breathy moan.
“Andrewww...”
He felt her fingernails rake down his back leaving a line of blood, and how she clenched around him all the tighter. That was the last straw for him. Hearing his name like that, and they way she held him drove him over the edge and he emptied himself inside of her. Andrew fell on top of her, out of breath and mentally cursing his lack of endurance.
After a few minutes, he rose up and looked at her. She was beautiful, with her disheveled rainbow hair and beads of perspiration on her skin. He bent and kissed her on a sudden impulse, wanting to taste her again. She welcomed his kiss and responded, which surprised him a little. They remained like that for what felt like forever, just enjoying the other's company. After a while, she sat up with her back to him and dangled her legs off of the side of the bed. He reached over and caressed her back and wings gently, and she turned to look at him.
“Thank you, Andrew,” she said, her eyes dark and unreadable. “That was amazing. It was like you just knew what I wanted without me saying it to you.”
“It was my pleasure,” he said. He realized that he meant it, too. “I hope I was alright, it was my first time too and I hope I didn't hurt you too much.” She shook her head.
“No, it hurt more than I thought, but it was worth it to have you do this for me."
“I'm glad,” he said softly, watching her stand and retrieve her underthings. She picked up her clothes and slid them back on, and he watched as her breasts bobbed with her movements. She pulled her tank top over her head and disappointment flooded over him. He would have to leave already.
“I'll take you back now, unless you want to find out how long those cloud walking pills can really last?” she said smirking. Without warning, she leaned over the bed and kissed him. He entwined his fingers in her hair and held her there, then she pulled away, looking embarrassed. “Thank you, Andrew. I’ll never forget this.”
-----Four Years Later-----
“What are you doing, Andrew?” Spike asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re never going to get a mare to go home with you if you wear that.” He eyed Andrew’s neat polo shirt and slacks apprehensively.
“I think a mare would go home with me sooner than she’d go home with you,” he laughed, pointing at Spike’s black vinyl pants. Spike’s ears turned red.
“Rarity told me I would look hot in them,” he said defensively. Andrew laughed.
“That’s because she wanted you to leave her alone Spike,” he said, as he smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt.
“All I’m saying is that you've got to loosen up a bit,” Spike explained, examining his scales in the mirror. “I mean, you need a break. You’re a lonely old workaholic who needs to have a dirty, one-night stand to loosen up.” Andrew glared at him.
“I’m not old, Spike,” he said. “I’m only twenty two.”
“Yeah, but you’re a twenty two year old virgin, and that means you might as well be an old man!”
“How do you know if I’m a virgin or not?” he asked. Spike shrugged.
“It’s not hard to tell,” he said, plucking off a graying scale. “You’re wound up so tight that if someone stuck a lump of coal in your ass, in two weeks it’d be a diamond.” Andrew guffawed with laughter.
“That is just wrong! What a crude analogy anyway! Did you honestly kiss Rarity with that mouth?” Spike sniggered.
“Andrew, really,” he said, flopping down on the sofa. “You take longer to get ready than Rarity did for the Gala!” Andrew snorted softly.
“How would you know how long it took her to get ready?”
“I lived with Twilight remember? Also, Rarity did ALL the dresses for ALL of the mane six," Spike said.
“I don't remember Rainbow Dash taking that long.”
“Andrew,” Spike groaned, rolling his eyes. “Why do you have to bring Rainbow Dash into this? Can’t we ever go anywhere without you talking about her?” Andrew turned and stared at him.
“You make it sound like I talk about her constantly!”
“That’s because you do!” Spike whined. “You don’t share a room with her, you’re not dating her, you've never even fucked-"
“Spike!” Andrew roared. Spike shrugged.
“If you have feelings for her, then tell her and sleep together and end the tension! Because I guarantee once you sleep with her, you’ll never want to see her again.”
“What makes you such an expert on sex all of a sudden?”
“Come on, Andrew - I know you’re not this naive. Surely you've seen me going home with mares from the club before.”
“Yes, but that doesn't mean they let you sleep with them,” he sniggered. Spike stood and slapped his hands against his thighs.
“Andrew, I’m leaving with or without you.”
“Alright, I’m ready, Casanova.” As they grabbed their coats, Spike rolled his eyes at another one of those strange human sayings. Andrew eyed Spike’s windbreaker, then laughed. “And you think you look cool with a windbreaker and leather pants?”
“They’re vinyl, and no one is going to see my coat!” Spike protested. He eyed Andrew’s black leather coat enviously. “What a waste that coat is on you, when you’re dressed the way you are!”
“I look fine,” Andrew insisted.
“Whatever, man. Just promise me that you’ll try to be loose and have fun tonight. After all, it’s Friday, and you don’t have to be back at work for Applejack until Tuesday.” Spike said walking out the door.
Andrew followed him out the door and closed it behind him. They began walking in the direction of their favorite club.
“I still can't believe that you kept that job.” Spike said.
“Meh she pays well and I like her, she is fun to be around,” Andrew replied.
“You sure it's just that? It has nothing to do with the fact that she is-”
“Finish that sentence and you're dead Spike, everypony knows AJ is sexy.” Andrew cut in.
“All right I just got my answer anyway.” Spike said laughing as they reached their destination.
“Ok sure you did,” he said, handing his bits to the mare at the door of their favorite club. He held out his hand, and she stamped the back of it. He went in and waited for Spike. When Spike didn't follow him immediately, he went back to the door. “Well, are you coming in, or not?”
“I couldn't fit any bits in these pants,” Spike whined. Andrew sniggered and paid the mare for Spike, watching as she stamped his hand.
“You can’t fit anything in those pants,” he said, laughing. He handed his coat to the coatroom attendant and waited for Spike to do the same.
“All right,” Spike said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. “Who will the lucky mare be tonight?” Andrew rolled his eyes and tried to hide his smirk as he thought about Berry Punch getting drunk off her ass and hitting on Spike again.
“Why don’t we get a drink first, and then worry about the mares?” he suggested.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. A drink might help loosen you up.”
Andrew made his way over to the bar, and had to yell his drink order across the counter. The music was suddenly extremely loud, and the beat pulsed in his ears. He took the cider and handed it to Spike, then took a drink of his own.
They’d been coming to this club every weekend for the last year and knew most of the other regulars. Andrew just hadn't seen any mare who’d caught his attention and kept it. Sure, the mares were scantily clad and pretty with all the multicolored fur, manes, and tails, but he hadn't wanted to take any of them to bed. Spike was wrong however, with his assumption that Andrew was a virgin. Andrew just laughed at his friends assumption of him, Spike had no idea what had happened between him and Rainbow Dash or Applejack for that matter.
“Hey Andrew that mare over there is eyeing me,” Spike said, pulling him from his thoughts. Andrew looked at the mare he was indicating and grinned. She was wearing vinyl pants that matched Spike’s, which was probably what caught his eye in the first place. Her orange mane was teased and her tank top was so tight over her pale green fur, Andrew wondered if it was painted on.
“Go get her, dude,” he said, clapping a hand on Spike’s shoulder.
“Why don’t you go for her friend?” he asked, nudging Andrew in the ribs with his elbow.
He threw up his hands in a ‘why not’ motion, and followed Spike over to the mares. He eyed the blonde’s friend appreciatively. She had her back turned to him, and what a back it was… she was wearing the tightest jeans he’d ever seen, he wondered how she could breathe in those things. There was a hole just below her rear, and he could see some tantalizing blue fur beneath. Her snug top was held up with two of the tiniest spaghetti straps he’d ever seen, and she had magnificent blue wings curled on her back. Spike shouted something to the blonde over the music, and she nodded and followed him onto the dance floor. Andrew cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump that had taken up residence there. Having been so preoccupied admiring her backside he hadn't even noticed her rainbow mane and tail.
“Wanna dance?” he shouted, tapping her bare shoulder lightly. She turned, and his emerald eyes met familiar wine-colored ones. Her mouth dropped open.
“Andrew?!”
“Rainbow Dash?” he replied, looking her over in shock.
Her top was so tight that it left very little to the imagination. A good bit of blue fur was exposed around her toned stomach, and her jeans were cut so low that he could see the outline of her hips just above the waistline. He lifted his eyes back to hers.
“What are you doing here?” they both asked at the same time. She smiled at him, and his heart beat a little faster.
“Wanna dance?” he yelled again. She nodded and sat her cider on the bar, then gave him her hand. She followed him out onto the dance floor and he put his hands on her waist. They began to sway to the music, just staring at each other. “I thought you were enlisted into the Wonderbolts?” he yelled. She nodded.
“I was,” she yelled back. “My contract ended two weeks ago.”
“Why didn't you call me or the others when you got back?”
“I wasn't sure you were still here, and everyone else already knows,” she said, somewhat upset her friends had left her in the dark about him.
“Do you want to get out of here and talk somewhere else?” he asked. She nodded dazedly.
He grabbed her hand and led her to the coatroom where they both retrieved their jackets, then made their way out into the cool night air. He was still holding her hand as they walked down the sidewalk. She swung his hand back and forth, and he grinned.
“How in the name of Celestia have you been, Dash?” he asked. She smiled, then threw back her head and laughed.
“Wonderful,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I had so much fun in the Wonderbolts. All we did was train and train.” She put her free hand up in the air. “Then we did missions for the princesses and I got to go to so many different places,” she said. “My training really paid off, see!” She opened her coat to point at her flat stomach.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, smiling and shaking his head. “I didn't even recognize you!”
“I'm actually shocked! I thought my mane would be a dead giveaway,” she laughed. “Or were you distracted by something else?” she said waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Well I-" he stuttered rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"It's okay, obviously Spike didn't recognize me either, or else he would have said something." she said.
“Spike,” he laughed. “That dragon I tell you he is something else, going home with a new mare every weekend."
“You’re kidding!” she exclaimed, giggling. “Spike is a slut?”
“In the worst way,” he said, rolling his eyes. She squeezed his hand.
“It’s so good to see you, Andrew.”
“I've missed you,” he said, smiling at her again. “So, are you married yet?”
“Oh, Luna, no,” she said, waving her hand again. “What stallion would have me? I’m too un-mare like for the stallions who usually ask me out. What about you?”
“Oh, no. Spike and I share a place and he’s worse than a wife could ever be. He’s such a baby!”
“You’re not - I mean, you guys aren't-"
“No!” He exclaimed. “Hell, no. I like mares, and even if I were like that, Spike would be the last on the list, believe me.” She looked relieved.
“No marefriends?”
“No,” he said, feeling a strange tightening sensation in his chest. “What about you? Marefriends, Coltfriends?” She giggled.
“I’m straight too, Andrew, I promise. No, I don’t have any coltfriends.” He smiled down at her.
“Are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?” he asked.
“No, I’m fine,” she said, shaking her head. They walked in silence for a few moments, before he turned to her.
“Dash, I know this is going to sound really strange, considering that this is the first time that I've seen you in four years, but I want to ask you something.” She stopped and pressed her back against the brick wall of the building they were near. It made her breasts more visible and he swallowed hard.
“What?” she asked, her face serious.
“I-” His voice died and he lost his courage. “Never mind.” He began walking again and she followed behind. Suddenly, and without warning, she grabbed his arm and pulled him close to her, kissing him forcefully. He was surprised but kissed her back, feeling himself harden against her leg. She felt it, too, and gasped.
“Andrew, I’ve done nothing but think about you for four years, you were always on my mind, in between missions and any time I had to myself.” she said breathlessly, her hands on his chest. Her eyes were dark and glittered wildly and he felt the heat rising in his body.
“Me too,” he said, his gaze roaming her face. “Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”
“Oh, Celestia,” she said, clutching his shirt. “I couldn't ever bring myself to sleep with another stallion after that!”
“You didn't?” he asked, his surprise obvious. She shook her head.
“I suppose you've been with loads of mares, though, haven’t you? You were always really popular here.” He shook his head slowly.
“Only one besides you, Applejack is quite aggressive when she wants something.” Her eyes widened.
“You fucked Applejack!?” she exclaimed.
“Well it was a year ago, it actually started with her thinking about me in the shower, then it just escalated from there.” He looked at Dash nervously, wondering how she would feel about this.
“Well Applejack is one lucky mare then isn't she,” Dash said.
“You're not mad?” he asked.
“Why would I be mad, if it couldn't be me then Applejack was definitely the next best option.”
He slipped a hand inside her flight jacket and pressed it against her bare back between her wings, pulling her to him. She closed her eyes as his mouth descended on hers, kissing her hard. His tongue swirled against hers and she moaned into the kiss. Her knees were weak; his kiss was just as wonderful as she’d remembered it all those years.
“You are an amazing mare Rainbow Dash.” She blushed lightly. “Would you like to go back to my place?” he asked, his voice crackling with need. She couldn't find her voice, however the answer was evident from the way her wings were standing at attention for him. He grinned. "Wingboner, I'll take that as a yes, then." Her blush grew larger, and he walked her to his apartment.
When they had reached his home, Andrew opened the door and she went in first. She looked around appreciatively, then turned to him with a smile.
“I’ll bet you’re the one who decorated,” she observed. He nodded and grinned.
“Of course. Otherwise there would be gems everywhere.” He locked the door behind them and threw his keys on the table.
“Aren't you worried about Spike coming home?” she asked.
“Your friend, the orange and green one - is she picky about who she sleeps with?” he asked, closing the distance between them. She shook her head as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Then no, I’m not worried about him, or anything else right now.” She met his gaze breathlessly, and then held it as he pushed her jacket off of her. It fell to the floor with a soft whoosh of fabric.
He removed his jacket and tossed it aside, then lowered his head to kiss her neck. She gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He trailed fiery kisses down across her shoulders, then reached behind her and pushed the spaghetti straps down. He moved her backwards as he kissed her, guiding her towards his bedroom. When they had crossed the threshold, he shut the door behind them. He turned back to her and sucked in a deep breath, then pulled his shirt over his head. Her wings snapped up - he was incredible! His muscles were much more defined and developed than when she’d last seen him, and her fingers began to itch with the need to touch him.
He moved towards her, bending to kiss the blue fur that was spilling out over the top of her shirt, and she tossed her head back. His hands moved down her back, reacquainting himself with her flesh, tracing circles around her wings. She began to tremble when his hands cupped her rear and squeezed her gently. She felt his fingertips at the hem of her top, and raised her arms above her head as he pulled the shirt off of her. Her black lace bra was reminiscent of the one she’d worn four years ago, and it stirred some primal emotion in him. He half growled as he unsnapped it, and then pushed it off of her. Her chest was heaving with her breaths and it made him remember how she’d bounced when she’d put her clothes back on. He kissed her hard as his fingers deftly unzipped her jeans, then he pushed them down. They fell around her ankles and she stepped out of them and kicked them away. He was still kissing her as she unfastened his trousers and tugged downwards on them.
He pushed her backwards and she fell across the bed, landing on her back. He moved over her and kissed her neck. She felt his hand reach down to caress an exposed breast, and she shuddered. His thumb brushed over the erect nipple and a soft moan escaped her lips. He quickly moved down to take the nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly. She felt a wetness between her legs, and his hard member against her outer thigh. His hand moved to cup the other breast and she shivered again. He moved his mouth between her breasts, taking his time and savoring the taste of her glorious fur. His tongue traced circles on her flat stomach and she tangled her fingers in his dirty blonde tresses.
His hand dipped lower and found her heat and she opened her eyes as her cry of pleasure rose into the air. He parted her pink folds with his fingers and slowly licked her from bottom to top. She squirmed, her body aching with desire. She knew that this time, there would be no pain at all - just the feel of him moving inside her. He ran his tongue up and down her slit, while every other stroke would gently nip at her clit. She grabbed his hair and held him to her. He didn't stop, though; he continued to lick and suck on her flesh, and she felt herself losing all sense of reality, except for him, his tongue, and what it was doing to her. He raised his head, watching her gasp in ecstasy. He positioned himself to enter her, but she stopped him. She raised a hand to his chest and pushed him backwards gently.
When he was on his back, he gave her a questioning look. She lowered herself to kiss the tip of his erection and he groaned. He closed his eyes and relaxed, savoring the sensation of her lips on him. She licked his shaft lightly, causing him to tremble. When she closed her hot mouth over him, he grabbed a handful of the comforter and squeezed. She licked from the base to the tip, kissing it as she moved back down again. She loved the way he tasted and was amazed how something so soft could be so hard. She then took his tip into her mouth and sucked lightly.
Andrew groaned as she went slowly lower until she had him all in her mouth. To him, the feeling of her throat wrapped around him was heaven, it was so smooth and hot he almost lost it then and there. She pulled off of him with a small 'pop' and grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed.
“Not yet big guy, I haven't had my fun yet,” she said. She moved her hand up and down his member all the while licking and sucking the tip, enjoying the taste of him. Her hand played with his balls, cupping them gently, all the while she sucked the tip of him. After a few more minutes of indulging herself on his delicious pre-cum she stopped.
A growl of frustration escaped him as she pulled away from him, but it quickly turned into excitement as he watched her climb up and slowly lower herself onto him. She closed her eyes and moaned at the feeling of having him inside her again after all this time.
She swayed her hips from side to side, teasing him, until he grabbed her hips and tugged down hard on her, coaxing her take all of him in. She tossed her head and let out a soft scream and he began thrusting upwards. Rainbow Dash's body was hot, Andrew's cock fit her perfectly, rubbing up against her insides and hitting her womb every time he shoved himself into her. She was dizzy and disoriented, but soon she was brought back to reality by an electrifying sensation that told her she was about to cum.
“Andrew…” she panted “I'm about to cum, fuck me harder, I wanna feel you cum inside me!”
“Oh Dash,” Andrew said thrusting into her harder as confirmation. He started to build up more speed and power. He wanted to let himself go inside of her when he was at his best, and within seconds he was slamming into Rainbow Dash with all of his strength. Now she had gone from load moaning to flat out screaming, and Andrew loved the sound. It got him even more turned on, “Dash you're incredible,” he grunted. She couldn't respond, all she could do was meet his thrusts with her hips. Suddenly she felt Andrew start to grope her breasts, pulling on her nipples, and her eyes rolled back into her head, the pleasure from it all was way too much, in her wildest dreams she could never have imagined such intense physical ecstasy.
“I'm cumming Dash,” Andrew groaned. Before she could respond she felt his hot cum shoot inside her womb and she let out a scream as her own orgasm hit like a lightning bolt, and their juices mixed with one another as they overflowed inside her and dripped down her leg onto the bed. She collapsed on his chest, with him still inside of her.
“You don’t know how often we've done this in my dreams,” he said, his fingers lightly stroking her back. She shivered and laid her head on his shoulder, reveling in the delicious feel of him still inside of her.
“If it was as often as we did in my dreams, it was a lot,” she said, laughing softly. He hugged her close.
“You wanted me to take your virginity that night so you could be with other stallions like Soarin right? That was the real reason wasn't it?" he asked seriously.
“I tried,” she admitted, rolling off of him. His cry of protest went unheard and she snuggled up against him. He reached down and pulled a blanket over them and wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest. “I actually tried more than once. He was the first stallion who ever kissed me and he never spoke to me again because I called out your name when he touched me.”
“You what?”
“I called your name,” she said, flushing with embarrassment. “I knew that it was hopeless after that. Two others tried to sleep with me, but both times when they took their pants off, I just wasn't into it.”
“Weren't into it?” he asked incredulously. “Those guys, were probably hoping for a good night with you.”
“I couldn't help it,they just didn't interest me” she said, lightly kissing his chest. He chuckled softly.
“You don’t have any plans for tomorrow, do you?” he asked suddenly.
“No, why?”
“Because I’m going to wear you out tonight,” he said huskily. “You won’t have the strength to do anything tomorrow.” She kissed his shoulder lightly and his breath caught in his throat.
“Promise?”
“Holy shit, Rainbow Dash,” he swore softly, his hand sliding down to caress her bare bottom. “I never imagined that you’d be this willing.”
“Andrew, I've had four years to build on,” she said, raising her head to look at him. “I don’t think it’s possible for me to be shy around you any more. All I want to do is fuck your brains out.” He laughed and she blushed, despite her comment.
“Well, we might never get out of bed, then,” he said kissing her neck just below her ear. Cold chills traveled down her spine, and she sighed happily.
“Is that another promise?”
“That’s a guarantee,” he murmured, licking her neck. His mouth moved on her fur, and she began to tremble again.
“Good I'm-”
He cut her off with an insistent kiss. His tongue over powered hers and he invaded her mouth, attempting to taste every bit if her. When the need for oxygen became impossible to ignore, they broke apart a trail of saliva connecting their mouths. Andrew and Dash were both breathing hard, he smiled at her expression.
“I told you I was going to wear you out,” he said, his breath hot in her ear. “ I've got to make up for lost time, you know.” She made a soft sighing sound and he kissed her neck lightly. “I did nothing but think and daydream about you after that night. All I could think about was the way you looked afterwards - sweaty and glowing.” She smiled back at him. “I do have one question though, why did you dress the way you did tonight, if you weren't intending to sleep with someone else?” he asked curiously.
“I dress like that every time I go out dancing. I like to be hit on, Andrew, but that doesn't mean that I’m going to fuck every stallion that buys me some cider.” He grinned.
“I didn't buy you any cider.”
“I know. You didn't have to. I was hoping from the moment I got into town that I’d run into you and somehow manage to convince you to come home with me.”
“You wouldn't have had to do any convincing, you know that,” he said, smoothing her damp hair away from her forehead. “I would have been falling over myself trying to make you happy.”
“Really?” she asked intrigued. “You still can, you know.” He laughed softly, and she smiled up at him.
“I just might,” he said, bending to kiss her again. She caught his bottom lip gently between her teeth, then let go as he kissed her harder. She wrapped her arms around his neck and concentrated on the way the kiss was making her feel - lightheaded and excited. She raised her legs and wrapped them around him, making him groan. She giggled.
“I think we’re going to be pretty sore in the morning, so we’d better enjoy it while it lasts tonight.” She smiled at him, and he chuckled again.
“You have a point.”
“Andrew?”
“Yes?”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” he said, kissing her cheek softly. “Spike is fun to be around, but it’s just not the same as having you around.”
“Is that because I sleep with you, and Spike doesn't?” she joked.
“I’m sure he’d sleep with me too, if I wore a dress,” he laughed. She giggled. “Did you see the pants he was wearing?” She nodded.
“They were hot.”
“What?!”
“They were hot. I’d like to see you in something like that,” she said, smiling at him. He blinked, then grinned wickedly.
“Only if you wear some, too.”
“You want to see me in vinyl pants?” She laughed. “I do own a pair, you know. I go dancing in them sometimes.”
“You’d only have them on for me to take back off, you know that don’t you?” he whispered. “I wouldn't be able to look at you squeezed into a pair of those without wanting to pull them down and bend you over the bar.”
“If you want to go back out tomorrow night, I could wear them for you,” she whispered.
“Only if you’ll promise me now that you’ll come back here with me afterwards,” he said, gently fondling her breast. She nodded, unable to find her voice. He lowered his mouth to enclose the nipple with it, and she moaned as she felt his tongue on her breasts. He licked and teased them, she felt him pulling lightly on her other nipple with his fingers. He moved up to kiss her again. He groped her breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over the sensitive tips. She was lost in the feeling of it all. The attention he was giving her, he hadn't been lying when he said he would try to wear her out. She felt the burning between her legs and she wanted more, but was upset when he broke the kiss and moved around behind her reaching for the blanket.
"That's so mean."
"What, how am I mean?"
"You just leaving me wanting more like that," she whined. He smirked
“Sorry Dashie, but in time you might learn my ways.”
Rolling her eyes at his antics, she turned to lie on her side, and he pulled her close, so her back was pressed against his front. She smiled happily as he kissed her bare back. Several minutes passed with them simply enjoying each other's company. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms, feeling the shape of his muscles.
“Dash, you’re making it very difficult to get out of bed.”
“Why would you want to get out of bed?”
“I don’t want to, I need to. Nature calls and I think we could probably both use a drink right about now.”
“My throat is dry,” she admitted, leaning in for another kiss. “But it’s such a lovely feeling to lie here with you. I've waited so long for this that I think I’d be happy just to die right here in your arms.”
“Don’t die - that would turn me into a necrophiliac.” She snorted with laughter.
“You’re so funny,” she said sarcastically. She could feel him shaking with silent laughter.
“Really, though,” he said, stretching languidly. “I do need a drink. And I need to use the bathroom.” He sat up and she sighed before doing the same.
“Alright,” she said, combing her fingers through her mane quickly, in an attempt to make it somewhat presentable. He reached out and took a handful of her hair in his hands, then dropped it and grinned at her.
“I really love this about you.” She smiled in embarrassment.
“I love it too, because nopony else has it,” she said. He shook his head.
“I still can't believe I missed it earlier.”
“Me too, it is pretty obvious,” she said smirking.
“You know I've always loved your mane,” he said seriously. “Even before that night together, I loved it. There was just something about it that made you… you.”
“Oh,” she said softly, blushing. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome." She watched him get up and walk to the bathroom. She raised her arms over her head, stretching her wings out as well. He poked his head out the door to look at her.
“You’re not supposed to be doing anything sexy while I’m in the bathroom,” he called. She put her arms down and laughed.
“I wasn't. I was just stretching.” She picked up her pants, and balked silently at the thought of putting them back on. Andrew came out of the bathroom wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, and smiled at her.
“Stretching is sexy when you do it.” She laughed and threw her pants at him.
“Wait, I need those back!” she giggled, reaching for him. He stepped beyond her reach and grinned.
“No, you don’t,” he said, throwing them in the corner of his room. “They’re too much trouble for you to put on, only for me to take them off again later.” She giggled.
“Well, what am I supposed to do, then? Just walk around in my underwear?”
“Sounds good to me,” he said. She laughed and pulled her panties on, then her bra. He watched with growing amusement as she stood and walked to him.
“What do you think?” she asked, a teasing note in her voice. She turned in front of him like a model, and he had to struggle to maintain his composure. That little black bra accentuated her perky breasts perfectly and her black thong barely covered anything. In the back, he could see a good portion of her delicious blue ass with her famous cutie mark, and the sight of her uncovered flat stomach was doing strange things to him.
“I think that you’re never going to wear regular clothes around me again,” he said, pulling her close. “You look incredible. I still can’t believe you’re actually here.”
“You look pretty amazing, yourself,” she whispered, letting her hands trail down from his shoulders to his stomach. “Been keeping in shape, I see.”
“Job requirement, Applejack is a slave driver.” he said, locking her eyes with his and smirking.
“But it doesn't hurt your appearance,” she said, sliding her hands around to rub his back lightly.She felt her fingernail marks on his shoulders and she winced slightly. He moistened his dry lips with his tongue.
“Dash, if you don’t stop that, in another second I’m going to bend you over my desk and have my way with you.” She turned and looked at the tidy desk behind her, then looked back at him.
“I thought you were thirsty?” she asked in a sultry voice, her hands still moving on his skin.
He looked down and watched as her covered breasts rubbed against his bare chest. With a loud growl, he swirled her around and pushed her over the desk.
She felt him push her panties aside and gasped as he entered her from behind. She gripped the edge of the desk as he plunged into her, holding her hips with one hand while the other grabbed her mane and held tight. She moaned at the feeling of control he had over her in this position. She was the one who usually liked to be in control but when she had no say, it thrilled her like nothing else. Her wings fanned out to her sides as he fucked her from behind. She felt him hitting that spot better than before and she was slowly starting to lose her grip on reality. Stars swam in front of her eyes as he pounded into her, the only thing running through her mind was his name and it also happened to be the only word she was screaming. Between him pulling on her mane and his finger gently poking her asshole, she found herself finishing hard. Her voice caught in her throat and her body seized around him. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and she was panting, her cheeks were flushed red and she was speaking incoherently.
He continued to thrust into her, not giving her a break after her last orgasm. A few minutes later her brain started to work again, so Rainbow Dash slammed her hips back to match all of his thrusts. She wanted nothing more than to make him cum. He had been giving her so much attention all night it was time she returned the favor.
“Andrew, cum for me. Make me yours just like you did to Applejack,” Her words reached him and he imagined both Rainbow Dash and Applejack side by side, asses in the air begging for his cum. It was all he needed.
"Dash, I'm-"
"Inside me, make me yours!"
He growled as he came inside her again, twitching slightly. He pulled out and backed up a few steps to look at her. She was panting heavily, her knees had given out, and she was shaking slightly. He saw a combination of their cum oozing from her wet pussy and down the insides of her thighs. He had really done a number on her this time.
“I warned you,” he said, his voice ragged. He moved forward, flipped her over, and lowered his mouth to cover hers. In response, she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. His tongue explored her mouth slowly, not permitting her rapid heartbeat to slow down. When he finally stopped kissing her, she smiled at him, albeit a bit dazedly.
“Sweet Celestia,” she whispered. He grinned.
“Nope, sorry just Andrew,” he chuckled softly. “You drive me wild, you know that, don’t you?”
“It’s no less than what you do to me.”
“So what was that about Applejack earlier?” he asked. She looked away quickly
“I was a little jealous that she got to have you while I was away.” He looked at her quizzically.
“Well there is no need for that Dash, besides when you said that I thought of both of you at the same time,” She raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so? Well maybe if you're lucky-” she trailed off. Andrew's jaw dropped at the thought of that becoming a possibility. He felt her push him back and saw her adjust her underwear again. He shook his head at her in disbelief.
“Now, why don’t we hurry and go get that drink, before we decide to stay in here permanently?” She nodded and followed him into the kitchen. She leaned on the bar with her elbows and watched as he removed two glasses from the cupboard.
“Are you sure Spike won’t be back anytime soon?” she asked. He shook his head.
“Not a chance, if your friend is even half the slut that he is,” he said, handing her a glass of ice and a can of soda.
“She sleeps with anything that moves,” she asserted, popping the top of the soda can. He laughed as he raised his own glass to his lips.
“Then I wouldn't worry about seeing him until tomorrow morning.” She giggled and took a drink. “He rarely sleeps here, even on weeknights. He’s always-”
His voice died as he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock on the front door, and Rainbow Dash gave a tiny squeak. She ran behind Andrew and tried to hide her scantily clad figure as the door swung open.
Spike walked in and shut the door behind him, then tossed his keys on the end table next to Andrew’s with a sigh. It was only then that he looked up and saw him and somepony peeking out from behind him. His ears turned red, and he looked down to hide his smile.
“Sorry, man,” he said, the amusement thick in his voice. “I didn't think you’d have anyone with you.”
“And why not?” Andrew asked, keenly aware of Rainbow Dash’s breasts poking into his bare back.
“Well, you never bring anyone home with you,” Spike said, eyeing the slender blue legs that were visible behind Andrew. He noticed Spike’s glance and stiffened slightly.
“Spike, I’d be much obliged if you’d stop staring at her.”
“I’d appreciate it, too, Spike,” a familiar voice called from behind Andrew. Spike froze, and his eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“That’s not - it isn't -“ He couldn't bring himself to say the name and Andrew grinned mischievously. Spike’s mouth fell open as Rainbow Dash’s face appeared from behind Andrew’s arm.
“Hi Spike,” she squeaked. “Long time, no see. Where’s Lightning Dust?”
“Who?” he stuttered, unable to tear his eyes away from her.
“I think she means the orange haired mare that she was with at the club,” Andrew said, turning his head to glance at her. She nodded.
“You mean you were the one standing next to her, in the tight jeans?” He boggled.
“Yeah, that would be me,” she called from her hidden position. He shook his head and covered his face with his hands.
“And to think, I thought you were hot! Ew, I feel so dirty!” He screwed up his face and she put her hands on her hips, forgetting that she was only wearing her bra and panties.
“Spike, you make it sound like you were thinking dirty thoughts about Princess Celestia herself!” He made the mistake of looking up as she spoke, and his face paled. As he closed his eyes, she blushed and made a dash for Andrew’s bedroom. Andrew laughed; the whole situation was quite amusing from his position.
“Oh my God!” Spike moaned, rubbing his eyes hard. “Someone clean that image out of my mind!”
“Spike, you can stop now,” Andrew laughed, taking another drink. “She’s gone. She went in my room. Besides, I saw the look on your face when you saw her - you think she’s hotter than hell.” Spike shook his head.
“But that’s Rainbow Dash!” he insisted. “She’s not hot!”
“She is,” Andrew sniggered. “And she’s with me, so forget whatever it is that you’re thinking about.”
“Andrew, I was only joking earlier tonight when I told you to find her and fuck her,” Spike said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I didn't think you’d actually do it!”
“I didn't look for her, Spike. She just happened to be in the club, you know that. You were there.”
“But you and Rainbow Dash? That’s so wrong,” Spike said, squeezing his eyes shut. Andrew grinned.
“It’s not wrong. It’s incredible.” Spike covered his ears.
“Stop it! I don’t need to know that! I don’t want to know anything!” He began singing at the top of his lungs as he made his way back to his bedroom and shut the door. Andrew laughed and picked up Dash’s drink, then went back to his room and shut the door as well. She was sitting on the bed, clutching the blanket to her chest. Andrew sat down on the side of the bed and handed her her drink. She sighed.
“Well, there goes our night,” she said, disappointment in her voice. When she dropped the cover, Andrew was surprised to see that she was totally dressed again.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Spike is here,” she said, as though it should have been the most obvious thing in the world. “And he’s already grossed out by the thought of you and I…” Her voice trailed off. “So I think I’m going to go ahead and go home.”
“Don’t you dare,” he said, taking her drink and sitting it on the floor next to his. She gave him a questioning look. “You’re not going anywhere, Rainbow Dash.”
“Oh?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. She sat frozen to the spot as he pulled her top off for the second time that night.
“No, you’re not going anywhere. I’m not through with you yet,” he whispered, unfastening her bra. Her heart raced as he pushed her backwards and unzipped her jeans, then pulled them off. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them off slowly, then let them drop to the floor. She watched him stand and slide his sweatpants off, then climb onto the bed next to her and pull the covers over both of them. Her bottom lip began to tremble as he pulled her close and traced her chin with his forefinger.
“What about Spike?” she asked softly.
“What about him? His room is on the other side of the place and he won’t be able to hear anything. Believe me, I never hear him when he’s got company.”
“You don’t feel strange about him knowing that it’s me that’s in here with you?”
“I could care less what he knows,” he said, his eyes on her mouth. Her lips were slightly parted, and they glistened in the moonlight that flooded in through the bedroom window. “Stay. Please.”
“If you really want me to.” His finger traced her soft, full lips, and she shivered.
“I really want you to. I want you to stay here with me all night, Dashie.”
“Okay,” she breathed as his hand slid from her shoulder, down her arm, and came to rest on her bare thigh. “You convinced me.”
“Good, I’m glad we got that settled. Now, on to more important things…” His voice drifted off as he bent to kiss her, then pulled the covers over their heads.
Author's Note
A continuation of sorts for my Human character Andrew. There was a lot put into this and it was proof read by a friend of mine. My fourth Fic for all of you. Feel free to comment!
