You walk down an empty corridor of the Ponyville Hospital, your shoes the only sound underneath the strong fluorescent lights. Your eyes scan the numbers labeling each patient room, and you stop when you find the number a nurse had told you.
You push open the door gently, lighting of the hallway fighting into the dimly lit room. You enter quietly, and shut the door behind you. Standing next to the entrance way, back to the wall, you examine the room. Rainbow Dash was lying on the hospital bed, half of her bright blue form covered in a thin white sheet, her wings wrapped in thick bandages. She was sleeping, dwindling light from the setting sun shining through the closed blinds, and illuminating her with a pale glow.
All five of her closest friends sat around her and Spike, the person who was sent to find you, was standing next to Twilight.
You had garnered everyone’s attention when you entered, and instead of saying hello you thanked Twilight for sending Spike to tell you what happened.
“No problem,” the librarian half whispers back, “we figure she’d want you to be here.”
How long ago did this happen?
“Three or so hours ago. Fluttershy was with her, and brought her in.”
How bad is it?
Instead of answering, Twilight looks towards the yellow pegasus, and so do you. Fluttershy glances from all of her friends in the room, to you, before answering. “Rainbow’s crashed hard before, but this one is definitely the worst. I don’t know what the doctors will say, but it’s not going to be good. It never is.”
Before anyone else can say anything, Applejack slides out of her chair and approaches you. “This ain’t going to be easy on Rainbow. We were all talking, and we decided we need to be sure we can count on you.”
What did she mean?
“Are you going to be there for her?”
You’d do anything you could, at any cost. Afterall you lo-
You catch yourself, easily suppress a burning sensation in your cheeks and keep your cool.
You cared for her greatly.
Applejack gave a strong nod, before trotting back to her seat and sitting down.
Not much conversation happened, everyone present looking towards the injured pegasus, each with their own worries and thoughts running through their heads. Your own mind drifted to the past two months with Rainbow Dash as your marefriend, and you wondered how this would affect your relationship. The accident came at a fairly unsteady time, with the subject of sex being juggled around by the both of you.
After ten minutes of minimal talking, Rainbow stirred a little. Everyone immediately focused on her, watching with care as she slowly awoke from a drug induced sleep. She noticed she wasn’t alone in the room, and croaked out her first thought. “Hey guys.”
Pinkie immediately jumped from her seat to meet with her cyan friend, walking into her narrow field of view which was dictated by wherever she managed to rest her head. Rarity was quick to follow, as was Applejack. Twilight brushed by you and through the door, announcing quietly that she’d go get a nurse, an utterance only heard by yourself and Fluttershy, who remained seated.
Rainbow noticed Fluttershy where she was sitting, and the two shared a few words before Nurse Redheart entered with Twilight behind her.
“Glad to see you’re awake, how do you feel?” The nurse asked as she appeared.
“Like I hit the ground wing first going mach one.”
“From what Fluttershy told me about the accident, that’s not too far from the truth.”
“It really isn’t,” Rainbow added weakly.
“Anything I can get you?”
“Out of here would be nice.”
“That won’t be happening today. The doctors went home a while ago, but they’ll be meeting with you tomorrow morning.”
“Any idea how long until I can fly again?”
“It’s going to be a month or two, I’m afraid.” She paused for a minute to let the news sink in before continuing, “You live in a cloud home, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Rainbow responded after regaining her senses from a two month sentence to the ground.
“As per the law, the Ponyville Hospital extends to you a choice to remain here while you recover, but I’m sure you’ll easily find somewhere else you’d rather stay.”
“A-alright.”
“Try to rest up, and remember, just call if you need anything.”
Rainbow nodded, and the nurse left the room.
“I’m so sorry Rainbow,” Fluttershy said while moving to comfort her friend, “You can stay with me if you’d like.”
“Thanks, I think I might have to. Though if I do,” she began, stretching out slightly. “You might have to deal with,” she paused as she saw you for the first time since waking, “You know who, being around. How long have you been here?”
Awhile. You didn’t want to interrupt anything.
“Interrupt anything? Get over here.”
You slide past a few of her friends, and when you reach her bedside she reaches out with her hooves in a hugging gesture. You lean down and wrap your arms around her neck, taking care to avoid her bandaged wings. She places her hooves around you and pulls the two of you together even more, quickly pressing her muzzle against your mouth, catching you and everypony present off guard.
Lips still connected, you lower her onto the bed before breaking the kiss, taking care not to hurt her. As the two of you seperate, she gives you her patented Rainbow Dash smile, and you find yourself blushing.
You start to back away from the bed, and Rainbow speaks up, “Don’t you want to lay down next to me?”
By this point in your relationship, you knew she was only asking because she wanted you to. Not bothering to think of what anyone else would say, you slip off your shoes and jacket, placing them on the floor before crawling under the blankets with Rainbow.
Before you can even settle down in the hospital bed she throws herself at you, hugging you with her hooves and nuzzling against you. You smile back, lean your head towards her affectionate gesture, wrap an arm around her, and place a hand on her hoof resting against your chest.
Now that the cyan pegasus is awake, conversation is a lot more natural. Her arrogant nature allows the group as a whole to gloss over any concerns, including her impending two months without flight. You contribute to the talking when you can, but the combination of your position as Rainbow’s pillow and your wandering mind unable to ignore how hard two months on the ground will be on her keeps you mostly silent.
An hour or so passes by, Fluttershy and Applejack both excusing themselves to head home, each of them having a significantly longer trip than the other three friends. With the two of them gone, the conversation takes a very strong change in direction. With Rarity at the helm, no-one present seems to have a problem discussing gossip, often steering the conversation towards your relationship with Rainbow. You silently wished either of the two friends who had left would return, deterring such talk with a strong headed nature or a staggering amount of shyness.
“Is it really that late?” Rarity questions aloud when she glances at the wall mounted clock. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, Sweetie must be worried by now.”
“I guess we’ll head out too,” Twilight says, referring to herself and Spike, who’s sleeping on Applejack’s now vacant chair.
“And I need to get home to feed Gummy before he starts chewing on the drapes again,” Pinkie says, earning a strange look from everyone present.
“Aren’t you leaving too?” Twilight asks you once the three are about to leave.
You’re thinking about staying, if Rainbow wanted you to.
“Buck yeah you can stay! I uh, wasn’t really looking forward to being here alone overnight.”
Now she doesn’t have to, you say while kissing her forehead.
“Alright,” the librarian nods with a smile, “We’ll see you two tomorrow. Try to get some sleep.”
“No promises,” Rainbow jokes as they depart, leaving the two of you alone. “I thought they’d never leave,” she comments, pulling herself closer to you than she had been all night.
Was she even tired?
“Not in the slightest.”
What happened to rest and relaxation?
“What’s more relaxing than cuddling up next to my boyfriend?” she asks, using the term you had mentioned on your third date together. You didn’t know why, but she was quick to replace the word ‘coltfriend’ with ‘boyfriend’, which had encouraged you to refer to her as your ‘marefriend’.
You approved of the gesture though, seeing it as a simple way to accept one another’s differences. You kept that concept to yourself, since she’d probably slug you otherwise.
“You smell nice,” she half whispers, her breath dancing across your neck.
Several parts of yourself shiver at the sensation, leaving your mind struggling to refocus.
You thought she hated your cologne.
“I do. I like the way you smell.”
You don't have a smell.
“Oh trust me, you do,” she says, pressing her muzzle against your throat.
You relax into the gesture, before pushing her back slightly and guiding her lips to your mouth. It’s been many weeks since your first kiss with her, and you’re surprised by how pleasant each one still is. They were addicting, whether it be from the way they made you feel, or the way she melts into the gesture. When you move to break it off she dives forward, your lips meeting again. Soft fur, warm lips and gentle breath force the harsh white environment of the hospital out of your mind. Rainbow seems to be enjoying that effect too.
After spending so much time being connected at the mouth with the mare, you can tell when her side of the kiss becomes half-hearted. When you’re about to ask what's wrong, you feel her hoof press and rub against your chest. You’re lost on why she was focusing so much on her hoof against your chest, but you get an idea why as it very slowly begins to travel down your body. She’s putting a lot of effort into making it seem natural, only to realise how little she was kissing back, and she corrects herself by invading your mouth with her tongue.
Tongue kissing was something both of you had become comfortable with not long ago, different shapes and diets clashing together slightly, but you enjoyed it, and so did she. If you had any doubts about if she did or not, they were dispelled when she genuinely distracted herself from trying to sneak a hoof down your body by exploring your mouth.
She remembers her hoof exists eventually, and goes back to work, finding a balance of focus between kissing and caressing. Just as her hoof brushes against your lower abdomen, about to reach the top of your pants, you gently wrap your hand around the appendage, holding it in place.
You keep kissing her, though she pushes you away firmly. You mutter out an apology before she can say anything as the separation leaves cold air in place of warm bodies. Rainbow might not have applied her 10 second flat, fast disposition to your relationship, but she certainly wasn’t pleased with how slow you’ve been going.
“You said we were going to talk about this.”
You did.
“Well, why don’t we?”
You don’t know. With her injury, and the uncomfortable surroundings...
“You said the next time we got together. You promised.”
You weren’t really comfortable with-
“You promised,” she interrupted, her tone a gentle whisper as she plainly stated the factual piece of information. You knew how much a promise meant to her, and she knew that you knew it. You couldn’t say no to her.
Alright.
You take a deep breath in, and began to flick off switches in your mind. It was a simple trick you’d learned, to turn off your brain long enough to squeeze out something you’d rather not say. Rainbow had a way of making you bring up a lot of things you’d rather not, and in some strange way, you liked it. You wished you liked what you were about to confess though. Dignity, composure, self-respect, and decency all sitting back seat to your commitment with your marefriend, it was now or never.
You were afraid that you’d be too small to pleasure her.
There, the words were out, and your mind started to buzz to life again as you rejoiced in the feeling of a weight being lifted off your chest. You don’t rejoice however, in the look Rainbow Dash is giving you. She stared at you in an almost unreadable expression, giving the slight impression that you should feel like an idiot.
“That’s it?”
Yeah?
“You mean after all that time, that was it?”
You don’t know what to say, so you remain quiet, but she doesn’t seem to mind
“I spent so much time worrying over why you didn’t want to go any further. I thought it was me, I obsessed over myself so much, I even talked to Rarity for Celestia’s sake! And after all that time,” Two hooves found their way to your hand, and pulled it towards her, “You were the one who was doubting themselves?”
You don’t say anything, and instead watch your exposed hand tremble slightly between Rainbow’s hooves. You didn’t think you were that nervous, though you can’t will yourself still, eventually deciding to wrap your hand around a blue furred hoof. Her rosey eyes look up from your shaking hand, back to your eyes. “You were really hung up on that?”
Well, yeah. You were worried that you might not compare to stallions.
“You idiot,” she says, something between a laugh and a sigh. The two of you look upon one another for a few breaths, and she breaks the silence again. “We can waste time awkwardly and pointlessly bringing up measurements, or we can cut to the chase.”
You ask what that is, wondering if she was about to break up with you for being so stupid.
“I don’t care,” she says, throwing herself at you. Her lips meet yours and a hoof presses firmly against your junk before you can object. One of your hands instinctively grabs at her hoof to move it away, but a combination of the sensations and her strength prevents her from budging an inch. After a second of noting that you can’t move her hoof, you realise it’s because you don’t want to.
You kiss back, and pull her closer with one hand while you start to trail another one downward. You’ve wanted to explore this part of her body for as long as you can remember, and with her hoof already massaging your dick, your hand’s trip south is a quick one. You take the last few inches of fur slowly, wanting to thoroughly enjoy the intimate change in her body’s landscape.
Her flesh was as soft as her fur, velvety and smooth against your finger’s first light caresses. She moans into the kiss at the feeling of your hand somewhere so private, and the hoof rubbing at you starts to get a lot more to work with. When you reach full mast your pants start to become a hindrance, and Rainbow is quick to slip a hoof down them. Her bare hoof provides more stimulation than you can handle, and you pull your pants and underwear down to free yourself.
She takes advantage of it, her appendage greedily caressing every part of you, her motions dripping with the desire to touch and to be touched. Her other hoof slides under your shirt and rubs against your chest, her lust for flesh halfway removing the remaining article of clothing. You remove your hands from her for a painfully long second and she helps you take off your shirt, leaving almost your entire body bare for the pony.
The second your hands are free again they go right back where they belong, between her legs. She moans again, and you waste no time in sliding a finger into her. She shakes at the sensation, her hoof against you faltering slightly before returning to work more ferocious than ever.
She desperately pushes her tongue into your mouth, her wanton invasion driving your finger to pound in and out of her harder. You quickly slip another finger into her, her posture and motions becoming more pleasured, carefree and heady.
Both of Rainbow’s hooves struggle to pleasure you as your dexterous fingers slide against her moist flesh with debaucherous ease. The struggle becomes even more one sided as time goes on, with the chromatic pony pressed against the edge of ever heightening bliss.
As she rides down a wave of ecstasy only a few inches short of being too much, she stops you. You’re disappointed to do so, but comply nonetheless. You’re worried that you may have pushed one another too far, but every part of this feels too right to conclude so. Rainbow lays on her side only several inches out of reach, her ruby eyes posing a question you’re all too ready to answer.
You pull her close and move to meet her, your lips pressing against hers with firm intensity. You break off the kiss and leave yourself only a few scant millimeters away from her, at the point where you can still feel her lips and breath against you. She responds to your answer by pressing against you in another kiss, and slowly lays you down against the bed.
She positions herself above you, and though you feel bad for making the injured pony do all the work, her eyes and posture tell you that it’s what she wants. She lowers herself slightly, her entrance pressing against and malforming your tip.
You worry for a split second about making too much noise with what was about to happen, but you remember with childlike glee the incredibly effective and standard practice of magically insulating sound. You can’t hold back the grin that the memory instills in you, and Rainbow returns the gesture as if she knows exactly what just went through your mind.
Before either of your smiles fade, your marefriend starts to lower herself down slowly, moaning out unrestrained in a husky voice as your member slides inside her. You claw at the bedsheets and sigh out her name, before clenching your teeth as you feel yourself penetrate her moist depths.
You can’t help but watch the enticing dance of flesh colored pleasure against Rainbow’s strong blue coat. Every bit of friction is pure heaven, and the wonderful sliding comes to an abrupt stop when you bump against something inside your marefriend.
Theres still better than an inch of you left when you press against her cervix, Rainbow tensing slightly at the contact. She takes the time to look down at your member impaling her, and one of her hooves clumsily moves to rub against her cliterous.
You chuckle lightly at the sight before moving your hands to take over her hoof’s job. One of your hands play against her cutie mark while your dominant one’s thumb brushes her appendage out of the way and begins to toy with her clit.
Her face flushes a new shade of red as brilliant as her eyes, and she bucks against you slightly, resulting in more of that all too pleasant friction. The involuntary motion reminds her of her position, and she begins to raise herself up. Your hands follow her body, careful not to overstimulate that certain part of her and tear her attention away from the main event.
She drives down and back up cautiously and slow, testing the waters before establishing a rhythm. You let her go at it for a few good thrusts, thoroughly enjoying it all more than you probably should. Your thoughts briefly turned back to your first impression of Rainbow, when she had been nothing but a eye catchingly beautiful and exotic mare. And now here the two of you were months later, more compatible than you could rightly hope for as she took a great amount of pleasure in the most intimate act you could think of.
You smile to yourself, position your legs to give you enough leverage to help Rainbow out, and do exactly that. Your first thrust meets hers midway, and she cries out in abandon, followed by a small grin and a closed eye shudder.
Her body clamps madly around you as you continue to rise and meet her, creating a quicker and all the better rhythm. Rainbow’s moans rise to a level you never thought possible from the pegasus mare, evolving into girlish screams of primal bliss. It pushes both of you to quicken the pace, your body going on autopilot as hormones and lust take the wheel.
You feel yourself near the edge, and both of your hands move to firmly squeeze Rainbow’s toned flanks. You grip her hard, taking a commanding strength in both of your motions that drives her down around you more in every way possible. You give her your all, and her yells turn into full blown orgasm. She chokes on her shouts, rosy eyes rolling back into her head as her thrusts become distant and messy. Her feminine muscle squeezes against you with the grip that only the body of a lean, athletic mare could manage, and everything inside of her becomes intriguingly and increasingly wet. You continue to drive in and out of her as she undergoes orgasmic bliss, following her shortly after.
Your nerve endings fray and numb as you release, every ounce of energy remaining in your body focused on doing only one thing. You spray inside of her, painting every centimeter of her insides in your juices. She throws her head back and twitches with renewed pleasure as she feels every spurt of your essence rush against her.
Your heart starts beating again, and the pleasure ebbs away as you’re left with an achingly hard and slowly softening part of yourself still inside of Rainbow Dash. Her breath is almost concerningly heavy, and she slowly starts to reorient herself to reality. Her weak legs bring her down against you, and you use what remains of your strength to lay her down next to you. She catches her breath there as you feel your shrinking member slip out of her, the sensation earning a dainty and overwhelmed shiver from the mare.
You pulled the covers over the two of you, hiding spent bodies and conjoined fluids staining the bed sheets. She stirs a little at the motion, and you lift her head slightly to kiss her.
She hums faintly and mumbles out, “Don’t leave me.”
You aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. Did she want to sleep like this, or turn over?
A hoof runs against your chest, and she audibly sighs in relief. “Like this. I want to be able to reach out and touch you.”
You pull her closer, kiss her forehead, and wish her good night.
“Sweet dreams,” she adds sleepily.
