Two ponies alone and too much free time
Rainbow Dash placed a bookmark between the pages of “Daring Do and Discord's Diamond” and laid it on her shelf alongside her collection of the saga. When Rainbow Dash met Brownie, she only thought of him as another stallion like the rest, but after spending some close time with him, she realized that under that chocolate coat was a sweet and nice guy made for her. After she kissed him and started their relationship, she quickly felt that her entire life had changed for the better.
Brownie was very romantic, always wanting to spend time with her and taking every opportunity, but she started to feel overwhelmed with so much love; it was becoming stifling. For a moment, she started to regret her decision, but that changed when Brownie explained how he missed his family and hadn’t been in a relationship before, so he could only focus all his love on Rainbow Dash, his first, only, and current girlfriend. Being in a relationship took some getting used to, but ultimately, after setting some boundaries and making compromises, and adapting to her new lover, she came to feel like the luckiest mare of the world for having somepony she knew she could trust. Besides, she was able to gloat about having a stable relationship to her friends
Rainbow wasn’t the kind of mare who would normally wait for weeks to have sex with her boyfriend, but knowing that Brownie was still a virgin made her change her typical approach, and she would gladly help him. The only problem was that Brownie was too shy to ask her, and she didn’t want to force him if he didn’t want to. But luckily, she had devised the perfect plan to get intimate with Brownie and lose his virginity once and for all. For her plan to work, she had invited Brownie to her cloud house –now far away from the ground to be disturbed- while wearing a white t-shirt that only covered her chest, blue shorts and her favorite sneakers; of course, her clothes were important, but the execution was the most important part of her plan. She shivered slightly, her blue fur lightly shined with water from her recent shower. Her attempts at cooling off had just left her frustrated.
Her closet didn’t have any outfits considered “sexy” enough, and asking Rarity for a maid outfit would have given away her plans to all Ponyville; that unicorn can’t keep her damn mouth shut even underwater. “Now, where is that pony?” she asked to herself as she looked at the clock. “If he’s late, I’ll kill him. This is driving me nuts!“
As if answering her pleas, her doorbell suddenly rang. The cyan mare quickly stood up and raced to the door and pulled it to reveal a familiar chocolate pony waiting at the other side. He was an earth pony stallion standing on the porch of her cloud house. Her eyes sought to understand how this was possible, and quickly saw the telltale hot air balloon behind him, tethered to her porch column. His name was Brownie. Brownie was wearing the same clothes as always; his glasses, a heavy metal shirt, his black worn out jeans and a pair of black boots. Rarity had tried countless times to change his attire, but he managed to resist her charm and her pleading; not a mean feat.
He stopped for a moment, blushing, not quite sure what to say at the wet scantilty-clad mare giving him a smoldering look. “I hope I’m not too late,” Brownie said. “Rarity took too long with the cloud-walking spell because she was trying to convince me to change my clothes while she was getting ready and-” He was suddenly interrupted when Rainbow kissed him as her sky wings enveloped his body. He relaxed and felt the warmth of softness of Rainbow’s body. Sighing slightly, he pressed back against her lips. She wrapped her arms around him and caressed his back with her fingertips.
She looked him in the eyes and winked. “Don’t worry about that. Better late than never, remember?” Rainbow replied as she released him. “Don’t stand there; come in me.” Brownie thought for a moment that he misheard Rainbow; there was no way she would say something like that, or so he thought. She took him by his hand, intertwining their features and pulled the stallion inside, closing the door behind them before leading him to the living room, where they both took a seat next to each other.
Brownie took in the interior of Rainbow’s home, which he had never seen before. The decorations were few and austere, with not very many solid, heavy objects. The odd bits of trash littered the floor and Wonderbolts paraphernalia was to be seen on the walls. The only thing missing was a collection of wax figures and a few Wonderbolts themed items.
“So, what is the plan for today?” asked Brownie. His eyes were drawn up and down her today, especially with that exaggerated hip swing as she walked. “Play videogames? Watch a movie? Read comics? Or maybe we could go for a walk? I mean, you’re very athletic, so I suppose you would enjoy it more than having to spend all day here…” He looked down, blushing profusely.
Rainbow smiled at him, thinking about how cute he looked when he was so nervous; it kind of turned her on. And though she’d never admit it, her fantasy was to pin a scrawny pony to a bed and fuck them senseless. They sat down on the extremely comfortable, but aging love seat and Rainbow embraced him with one of her wings, the feathery appendage wrapping itself lovingly around his shoulders as she moved closer before kissing him on the cheek. He blinked and looked at her. Then she put her hand on his thigh and whispered into his ear, “Well, I have the ‘Daring Do and the Sapphire Statue’ movie. Wanna watch it?”
Brownie stuttered, taken aback at the aggressive contact. “Y-yeah, that sounds good. I haven’t watched it yet, so I trust your judgment with this one.”
Rainbow Dash stood up, bending at the waist and giving Brownie an eyeful of her modest breasts for longer than necessary, and the headed towards the TV before opening a small cupboard placed below with a vast collection of movies she had accumulated over many years. “You still watch VHS?”
She extracted one of the tapes, opened the case, and turned to look at him. “Yeah. So?” She asked with a teasing voice. Next, Rainbow placed it inside the video player, this time bending over excessively and taking far too long, praying that he’d get the hint sometime before the next century. Brownie watched her lithe body move, light azure fur detailed atop modest, alluring curves. Brownie supposed that she might have been just a few hairs bigger than petite if she hadn’t been so well toned. Her outfit showed off more of her body than usual, and it tightly hugged what it covered. The blue spandex shorts were especially alluring, moving in concert with the body underneath, and were almost the exact same color as her fur, almost creating the illusion that she was completely bare to him. The movie soon started to play, and Rainbow Dash quickly returned to the couch with Brownie, not wanting to miss the start of the film.
“If you like the book, then you will love the movie.” She supported herself against Brownie, resting her back against his belly and placing her shoulder directly underneath his chin. Her fine legs crossed over to his right, causing her to recline at a slight angle to give him a wholly unobstructed view.
The stallion looked down and blushed bright scarlet, plainly visible through his brown coat. “Y-Y-Yeah, I thought the book had an excellent p-plot.” He would never have believed that this would one day happen to him. Rainbow Dash squirmed against him deliberately and wriggled her ass in his lap. Brownie felt his loins begin to stir. Blushing harder, he hoped that Rainbow didn’t notice.
Rainbow resisted the urge to laugh as she chucked back, “They say that you can really get into it, especially once you wrap yourself around the main character.” She winked. Brownie was speechless as he wrapped his arms around her middle. Rainbow rested her head against his chest, listening how his heartbeats hastened upon contact. She smirked, feeling a slight flush spread across her skin and she looked up at his face. Oh how she wanted him. She’d liked him since the beginning, but her feelings had really started to grow since the running of the leaves, where he’d proven himself to be more than just a cute artist with an exotic Hollow Shades accent. Sure, their relationship had not always been perfect or easy, but the course had been held well enough.
Rainbow and Brownie watched the movie for a several minutes, comfortably snuggled against each other. They made comments about the film and some odd small talk, but neither of them were really paying much attention. Just as Daring met the professor, Rainbow dash pretend yawned and stretched, pulling down on the back of Brownie’s head as she arched her back, giving him a terrific view down her shirt and drew his gaze between her legs, where he saw a cleft plainly visible in the tight fabric of her shorts. He gulped and blushed. She saw his pupils grow. Brownie felt himself harden and grow hot, praying desperately that Rainbow didn’t notice his erection. He looked over at her face. There it was with the eyes looking right up at his with the same trust and affection as his, plus something more, which made his pants feel uncomfortably tight. Her lips, slightly parted in a smile, were so close to his.
Slowly, almost without thinking, Brownie lowered his lips towards rainbow. He was breathless, even as he felt her warm, damp, breath tickle on his lips in unison with the regular rise and fall of her warm, soft, belly. Rainbow’s eyes closed delicately, with her neck craning even farther, almost thrusting her lips out to meet his, and exposing the lurid red flush on her throat. The faintest hum of a happy sigh floated from her lips and Brownie lowered his head just the slightest bit and closed his eyes. He felt something soft brush against his lips; they had to be Rainbow’s, so he pressed harder. Rainbow pushed back, her hands gripping harder on his body. She licked his lips and then sucked harder, inhaling his understated masculine scent deeply. Rainbow felt her back press down against the leather of the loveseat. She felt their lips suddenly part and opened her eyes. There was Brownie’s face, so close to her own, with a curious expression on it, and the biggest, most absurdly scarlet blush she’d ever seen. She would’ve laughed, if the moment weren’t so absolutely intimate.
Brownie hesitated for a moment. His throat almost wouldn’t work. But here he was, knowing full well what he felt. His heart and his body knew the truth behind his feelings -- his shortness of breath. How words failed him near her. How he could hold her for hours and never get bored. How he felt so safe in her arms. How hearing her name always made him smile. How happy he felt just talking to her. How much he needed her. Those three words. He had to say them. If he didn’t say them, he didn’t know what would happen. He didn’t know how she’d react, but in that moment, here absolutely needed to tell her those words. He was lying over her with both of them wrapped in a tight, desperate, intimate, embrace, looking her directly in the eye, and panting from their last kiss, her taste on his tongue and her warmth permeating his body.
“I love you.” Rainbow didn’t say anything, but her eyes lit up and she flung herself around him, kissing him fiercely and embracing him so tightly that he made a noise.
“I love you, too.” Both of them were lost in the kiss, overcome with passion. The stallion felt himself grow even hotter as the mare’s body writhed beneath his, with so much of their warm bodies touching and rubbing. There was an indescribable thrill in his fingertips as he caressed Rainbow’s body, feeling every inch of her soft fur. He took a deep breathe, almost giddy, and plunged into another deep kiss. He didn’t care about the tightness in his pants; he just wanted every piece of Rainbow Dash he could grab.
Rainbow felt it knock clumsily against her, just as she felt her own arousal; wetness seeped into her shorts. Just as she ran her hands all over his back, he was doing the same to him. Their noises and hums were turning her on. The contact was more than arousing; she needed it; she exulted in it, its heartfelt passion, and the primal drive to mate. She felt Brownie’s hands start to trail down her back, gradually going lower and lower. His motions were jerkier, more tremulous, and more aggressive than in the past.
Brownie’s head was wonderfully clear of all thoughts and ideas, save for the primal need to become one with the beautiful mare in his embrace. His arms shook with a desperate ache to feel her, to have her, and to never be alone. He blindly kissed, rubbed, and pressed himself against her. His touch only slightly hesitant, avoided her most private spots. Rainbow inwardly smiled at how gentlecoltly Brownie was treating her, despite him almost being in an animalistic frenzy of lust. Her plan and hopes were coming to fruition. She lifted her hips, enticing him further and burying her fingers in his soft back. This was always a great thrill for her. She felt Brownie’s nimble artist’s hands work their way down lower, lower towards her hips… She made a small growl when she felt his loins bump against her own and thrusted back in response. They rubbed together in lust.
Brownie rubbed against Rainbow and began to feel something damp through his pants. His eyebrows raised slightly, but his body went forward anyway. His hands kept wandering lower and lower down Rainbow’s body, almost entirely without thought, propelled by some base instinct. They traced out the concave contours of her waist. They fiercely kissed again, Rainbow gripping onto his shoulders and Brownie sliding his hands down to her hips. She made a sudden squeal and they stopped, looking into each other’s eyes, breathing hard. How tempting it was now to just go all the way; for her to finally have him and for him to finally have her. She put her hand on his chest and looked into his eyes.
“Brownie, I want you.”
“I want you, Dashie.”
“Stop for a minute. Let’s make this special. After all, it is your first time, right?”
Brownie smiled sheepishly and blushed. “Y-yes.” Rainbow kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his dark black mane.
“Then follow me,” she said, wriggling out from underneath him before grabbing ahold of his hand. With that, she began to lead him towards the kitchen.
She reached down and grabbed his ass, receiving a similar but less lascivious grope in return. “Where are we going, Rainbow?” Brownie asked with a massive grin.
“Someplace you’ll love,” responded Rainbow. A quick grope on the front of his jeans revealed his excitement to her. Although the mare was showing a great amount of restraint, Rainbow Dash had scarcely been more turned on in her life.
They went by the refrigerator and turned left. “Sounds good.” Brownie looked down to her face, and then surveyed the rest of her athlete’s body, noting a dark wet spot on the front of her shorts. He could scarcely believe what was going on, nor could he stop smiling. He felt so remarkably at ease with Rainbow Dash that he wasn’t even the least bit nervous about what was about to happen; he wasn’t at all scared of what they were about to do. The stallion gripped the mare’s hand harder. They soon reached a door at the end of a short hall behind the kitchen. Rainbow bumped the slightly ajar door open with her hip and led her stallion through it. Then, she pushed him forward onto the bed in the center of the room.
Brownie lay on his back on the most comfortable bed he’d ever felt. He heard Rainbow say, “Welcome to my bedroom,” lustily as he heard the door close and lock. Looking around, he realized that it was painted a relaxing light blue and decorated in a utilitarian fashion. It wasn’t too different from his own apart from the facts that it was tidier and managed to simultaneously look vaguely cool with just that slight edge of brazen bravado that Dash herself always gave off; although that was understated, instead replaced with a surprisingly serene look, though in its own way, there was undeniably an element of seduction about it, being a place for both rest and recreation.
“I-it’s p-pretty n-nice,” said Brownie awkwardly, not quite sure how to handle the situation. He heard Rainbow walking around to the edge of the bed and sit down before she laid down on the mattress, at last feeling her roll into him, taking his hand in hers as they lay side by side on the bed. He looked over and could her plainly in the daylight filtered through the thin curtains. Between being in a cloud house and Ponyville residents having a strong respect for privacy, there was no chance of anypony interrupting or seeing them.
Rainbow cupped his chin and turned his head to face hers. She whispered into his ear with every bit of desire making her words drip pure sex, “It’s going to get even better…” She kissed him fiercely and climbed on top of him, asserting her dominance. They broke apart and Brownie wrapped his arms around the mare to kiss her back. His hands met her wings and he began to gently stroke the soft structures just the way she’d taught him to, with gentle, slow strokes, but applying steady pressure to avoid ticking her. She hummed happily, gently licking at his lips and grinding her lower teeth against his lip.
Oh this colt! If she didn’t stop herself, she’d fuck him until they were raw and didn’t even know what month it was. The strokes on her back were nice, but the loved how he fondled her wings. Sure, unicorns and earth ponies were always a little wingstruck, but this pony in particular could never get enough of them. He’d pet her for hours and she’d let him as they basked in each other’s warmth as they watched the sunset together. The whole time, he’d gently sigh her name, recite poetry, and sing songs to her like a real romantic.
Brownie’s hands found the carpal joints and began to massage them. Rainbow Dash’s wings unfurled and she released a satisfied moan. “Rainbow…” sighed Brownie as he always did, with a genuine smile on his face. His heart slowed down. Rainbow wrapped him in her soft, feathery embrace. They kissed deeply once more. They shut their eyes, letting their bodies experience each other as they truly were. Brownie experienced Rainbow as a very warm, soft bundle straddling his waist and laying her body along his. “Te amo… Te quiero…” There he went with his exotic language. Though they were still clothed, her breasts rubbed against his chest. The nipples were doubtlessly hardening, though that was almost imperceptible compared to the fantastic sensation of his lover’s body rubbing against his own.
Rainbow treasured feeling him so close to her. She didn’t want to let him go. Her body ached for him and his touch. Holding herself back was rapidly becoming close to impossible. But still, she knew that this was Brownie’s first time and she wanted to make it special – not a fuck in the throes of heated passion, all over before either of them really knew what was going on or enjoyed themselves. She wanted to make love with this stallion. No, not with this stallion, but to her beloved – her special somepony. She wanted to make love to the pony whose body was intertwined with hers. She wanted this pony, whose lips and tongue passionately kissed her own.
His massage on her wings and back was driving her crazy, igniting a passionate, fiery lust deep inside her body. She reached down to between his legs and rubbed the hard bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans. As she rubbed in, Brownie’s arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders and pressed her against his chest. She inhaled deeply, getting his scent in her lungs. Her ear was pressed right over his heart, and she could hear the very essence of him beating like a drum. Her ministrations caused his breathing to become shallower and faster, and for his heartbeat to quicken. He made a few pleasured sounds, but she stopped him with her lips. His face was so red. His hips began to press upwards to greet her strokes. Rainbow Dash herself started panting. Clothes were a prison, a hot, stifling, prison. She needed to be still closer to him.
Brownie enjoyed the curiously pleasurable sensation of Rainbow’s hand rubbing against his erection through the fabric. It was nice and somewhat different from doing it himself. Primal instincts propelled him. He made noises without though. He ground up against her touch because it felt nice, sending tingles of pleasure along the length of his penis. His hands began to move from his mare’s back to her front… They stopped just shy of touching the tender, partially exposed flesh of her breasts. Something help him back. Words formed on his tongue Apprehension and a million and three other things threatened to make him mute. He forced out the words, “May I touch your breasts?” Celestia, that sounded so dorky! That wasn’t romantic or smooth at all.
“Sure,” replied Rainbow with a small chucked. Relief washed over him and he went to grasp the orbs, but suddenly, Rainbow Dash sat up, got off him, and retreated a bit.
She gave him a hard look and beckoned him with her hand. “Come and get it.” He complied and they soon sat facing each other. Then, Rainbow put her hands on his shoulders and threw her legs around him. Brownie did the same. They nuzzled their foreheads together, looking each other in the eye, each one seeing a combination of arousal, love, and need. They drew apart. Brownie looked over Rainbow Dash from head to toe. Here she was, his and only his, ripe for the picking. He slowly, tremulously, uncertainly, lifted up his hand and held it between them, poised to grasp his beloved’s body.
But he’d never done anything like this before. What if he got it wrong? What if she didn’t like it? What if she didn’t want it? There had to be a safer choice. And so, Brownie extended his palm towards Rainbow. Fingers relaxed and curled reflexively, seeking the contact they craved. The stallion watched his hand approach her chest. It seemed so unreal what he was doing. Contact! His fingers, thumb, and palm all felt something warm and soft touch against them. This all was real, and his hand was not on her breasts, but on her chest, directly over her heart.
This was the essence of her life, of who she was. It’s quick, rhythmic beating occurred in time with the rise and fall of her lungs as she inhaled and exhaled. “I can feel your heartbeat,” wondered Brownie aloud. He felt two warm hands cover his own. He looked up into the magenta eyes of Rainbow Dash.
“Touch me.” She pushed his hand down and onto her breast. Brownie’s eyes widened. Unsure, he just made a few noncommittal rubs and squeezes. “Go on; it feels nice.” She yawned exasperatedly. “It’s okay; I’m yours, Brownie. Now be a stallion and grope your mare.” Unsteadily, he complied. At first, he was slow and extremely gentle, but after more encouragement from Rainbow, Brownie began to squeeze and caress her breasts in earnest. They were the softest things he’d ever felt, and they were a unique combination of firm and plush. He could squeeze them easily, but not too far. His fingertips traced over Rainbow’s nipples through the fabric of her top, eliciting faint stirrings of pleasure from her.
Her breasts fascinated him, and the more he felt them, the more he desired them and the more adventurous he became. He slipped his hand between her cleavage and into her shirt. “Wow,” he murmured, tracing a finger up to her collarbone and neckline, caressing the delicate flesh of her throat. He kissed her again, but gently this time. Rainbow could only smile at her lover and the pleasant sensations his explorations were giving her.
Dash teased, “Want more?”
“Yeah,” he agreed nodding enthusiastically. She got off the bed and stood in front of him. He gave her a pitiful lost puppy look.
“Let’s get naked,” she said, standing right at the edge of the bed. Brownie blushed hard again, but a look of genuine shame darkened his face. Great, her lover was having performance anxiety. “What’s the matter?”
He shrank from her, leaning back and hugging himself while avoiding her eyes. “You wouldn’t like seeing me naked.”
She put her hands on his. “Brownie, I love you. Don’t worry; you aren’t going to disappoint me. I’ll take care of you.” No response. “Hey, at least help me get out of these things. Say what you want, but I know you’re dying to see me without clothes.”
Brownie stopped moping and stood up just as eager as before. He embraced Rainbow again, this time hissing her as hard as possible, their mouths pressing against each other. She shrouded them in her wings, just the two of them without a care in the world in a warm cocoon. Warm in each other’s tender embrace, the two lovers smiled and hummed happily. The pegasus rested her head against Brownie’s chest, and he cradled her beneath his chin, stroking the soft, rainbow-colored hair atop her head that formed into a mane as it travelled down her back. “Como una gata…”
“Yeah,” replied she dreamily. “I’m your gata, whatever that means.” They held each other for several minutes, simply basking in each other’s presence. All they could hear was the gentle sound of wind outside, their hearts, and the gentle breathing of a lover held close. “Ready?”
“Si. Let’s do this.” His hands rubbed against her chest, stomach, and flank. His erection, still straining against its prison, poked against Rainbow’s leg. He stuck one hand up the front of her top. He grinned. “No bra.” He slipped his hands down the back of her shorts. “No panties.”
“Only for you,” whispered Dash in his ear, making his grin even wider. She reached down and groped his crotch. “I’m completely soaked and ready for you. Now get me out of these clothes.” Brownie blushed furiously, but he didn’t need to be told twice. Enthusiastically, he helped lift up the thin white tee shirt covering Rainbow’s chest, and then pulled it over her arms and threw it away, not caring where it went. He stopped, for before him now were the first real breasts of any mare he’d ever seen in his life. They weren’t perfect. They weren’t huge, but considering their frame, a more experienced, impartial observer might have concluded that they were maybe average, but most likely a fit bit smaller considering their owner, though she was a far cry from flat-chested. “I’m sorry if they’re a bit small.” She made a bid to cover them, but Brownie caught her hands. “I-I’m flat.”
“You’re not flat, Dashie. You don’t have big tits, but you’re not flat. I don’t care, because all I want is you!”
“Brownie…” She hugged him, deliberately pressing her chest into him. He brought up his hands and clasped her breasts, one in each. They were each an easy handful. Savoring the soft furry texture, Brownie began to squeeze and massage them, a curious expression on his face. Rainbow put her hand on his head and gently fondled and twirled his black hair. To her, it felt as if Brownie were a sculptor and she was the wet clay. Well, wet definitely she was. “Your hair is so totally soft. It’s like the nicest thing ever.”
“Like a teddy bear,” he sighed happy as he began to knead her, eyes closed in bliss.
“More like a doormat, but I love it.” The stallion’s ministrations began to strengthen as his apprehension melted away. His whole world was Rainbow Dash – her warmth in his arms, her gentle breath on his fir, her finger running through his hair, her other hand sliding down his back… If he breasts were lovely while clothed, feeling them directly flesh to flesh was incomparably better. He just simply could not get enough of them. The warm flesh yielded when he squeezed, but always returned to its old shape when he let go. His fingertips were on fire with a deep need to hold them He felt his palm brush up against a nipple. Brownie felt a slight waver to her breath and felt her shudder slightly in his arms. Unbidden, unconsciously, he did it a second time, harder. She reacted again more forcefully, this time, scrunching his hair.
Brownie opened his eyes to see what he was doing. His fingertips found her nipples and began to toy with them, squeezing the little things like knobs, tweaking them and caressing over the tops. He saw the bed in the corner of his vision and started pushing his lover, guiding the two of them over to it. The mare started to pant, causing him to become more forceful. The more Rainbow panted and squirmed the more he did it and the deeper he blushed. Her hips began to grind against his and her hand slipped though the waistband of his trousers, almost directly stroking his groin. His clothes now felt stifling. He dug his nail ever so slightly into the breast by the nipple…
Hiss! Rainbow slapped his hand away. “Careful, Brownie!” He withdrew his hands.
“Sorry, Dashie.” They were right now at the edge of the bed.
Rainbow Dash gave him a lustful look and lowered her voice. “Hey, it’s cool. Not everypony is going to be awesome their first time.”
First, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it off. Next, she gazed up and down her lover’s bare torso. He looked average with a scrawny, not muscular build and a bit of fat around the belly. Leaning back and spreading her legs, she said, “Not bad. Now, let’s get moving on that first time, Brownie.” He threw himself down on the bed beside her and lay on his side, planting another tender kiss on her lips. They kept kissing, even as they felt each other and explored bodies. Their excitement built as their bodies pressed together, their hips rubbing against each other, only constrained by the fabric of their clothes. They wrestled together, laughing as Brownie would throw himself atop Rainbow and as she pressed him underneath her to her bed. Each exchange brought another fluttery of kisses, gropes, and hugs. The lovers were lost in each other’s sweet embrace.
The pegasus at long last sat astride his hips, rubbing herself against him. His hands clasped her hips, which were clad in tight spandex shorts, colored so that they almost looked like she was wearing nothing at all. They looked at each other, panting. Brownie’s face and body were flushed vivid red with arousal and the exertion of grappling with Rainbow, and the crotch of his jeans had a very noticeable bulge. Rainbow’s excitement was evident from her flushed skin, though she showed it less obviously than her partner. He could feel the wetness bleeding through the fabric of her shorts and his jeans. She could feed the hardness pressing insistently against her crotch. A final few dry thrusts failed to satisfy their desires – their urge – their need to become one.
Without warning, Rainbow wordlessly got off Brownie and undid his jeans. “Rainbow…”
“Shush,” she retorted, pulling them down. Brownie could only watch in incredulous silence as a topless Rainbow Dash pulled of his pants before flinging them away, as she did with his underpants. “Not bad; actually, it’s just a little bigger than average,” remarked the mare truthfully, looking at his erection, free at long last. She then lay beside him and put guided his hand between her hips.
“I-I-Is it okay?” He asked, blushing furiously while staring wide-eyed at his hand. He rubbed uncertainly on the fabric.
Rainbow resisted the impulse to jump him, nearly overwhelmed by how impossibly cute, pure, and respectful he was being. “Yes, Brownie, of course it’s okay. Thanks for being nice enough to ask before doing anything, but I want you more than anything else I’ve ever wanted in my life. Take ‘em off; strip me naked and make me yours.”
Brownie smiled, engulfing her in his arms as he kissed her frantically. “I love you! Thank you so much for even being with me! I love you!”
Lost for words, all Rainbow could say back was, “Yeah. Gee, thanks – you’re awesome; I love you too!”
Brownie drew himself back, though it was almost impossible to let go of Rainbow for even a second. She now was the one laying on her back and looking down at the other pony. Twisting around she lined herself up with Brownie, who knelt between her feet. The stallion stretched out his hands and grabbed the waistband of her shorts. The tension was almost killing her. How desperately she wished that he’d just hurry up already and fuck her, somehow shedding or shredding her favorite pair of exercise shorts in the process. Her plan was almost realized; she was so close to achieving her goal. If she didn’t love him and want to make his first time special, then she would have already given into her primal lust and fucked him senseless. Oh how her body ached to feel him inside her.
She wanted to make him moan with pleasure. She wanted to make him shudder as he slid in and out of her. She wanted to make him scream her name as he climaxed. She wanted to feel him lose control as he filled her with his cum. She wanted to whisper breathlessly his wonder at how good her body felt. She wanted to cling to him as they writhed together. She wanted to scream as he pounded her. She wanted to cry out his name in ecstasy. She wanted to feel herself contract around him. She wanted to collapse exhausted and satisfied in his embrace.
And there she was, naked, fully exposed before him. Brownie stared at the beauty, mouth hanging open, blushing impossibly hard. His pupils were like dinner plates, trying to take in every bit of this impossible, beautiful spectacle He tried to speak, but all that came out was a squeaky, panicked “Ay dios mio.” He scooted forwards a bit and touched her thigh apprehensively. “I… I hope I’m up to the moment.”
“Don’t worry; I know you are ready for this.” She outstretched her arms, beckoning Brownie into her loving embrace, which he accepted gladly, throwing his arms around her. Their bodies intertwined. They snuggled and kissed long and hard, celebrating their love and strengthening their ardor. They wrestled again and laughed with carefree joy. Every hug, kiss, grope, and rub was harder than the one before it. They were drowning in a sea of desire. Brownie’s hands at first would brush against Rainbow’s soak wet vulva by accident, but he soon dropped any pretense, rubbing her salacious body and feeling the wetness on his fingers. “Feeling frisky?” Rainbow challenged, shoving him onto his back and pinning him to the ground by straddling his thighs. She grinned triumphantly, their bodies so close to finally joining. Brownie moaned slightly in anticipation, pulling her hips closer to him. She resisted with a grin and clasped his wrists, shaking her head.
Rainbow laid down next to him on her side, facing Brownie with her legs slightly spread. Brownie gazed awestruck at the beautiful mare beside him. It was just the two of them here. She was his and he was hers. The stallion watched as she brought her hand over to his crotch, fingers outstretched. Then, they reached his erect penis and clasped around the shaft. It wasn’t scary and it didn’t hurt. Rainbow started to move her hand up and down slowly, but gripped hard and putting plenty of strength into her ministrations. Brownie’s hips gave an involuntary twitch. This… felt good! He instantly got harder. His cock stood up at attention. Rainbow huffed and grinned triumphantly. Her pace increased and she added a certain flourish, rotating her grip as her hand slid up and down.
Brownie started to feel oddly empty, as if he needed to hold something. Not even a minute into the handjob, and he was already feeling really good and was completely rock hard. He watched spellbound as Rainbow’s hand worked its way up his hard cock, fingers delicately squeezing and passing over every little bit and vein. She began as the bottom, her grip like a pleasurable vice, but she softened it as she stroked up its length. His fingers longed for touch. His eyes fell upon Rainbow’s breasts, small and luscious. He felt Rainbow caress around the end and then go down again, her hands planning with the sensitive underside and squeezing harder, causing him to tense with pleasure. His hands shot to her breasts and he clasped them. He was getting close and excitement gripped him.
A primal urge to possess Rainbow Dash overtook his common sense. He squeezed the soft tissues, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. Rainbow exhaled sharply, her face assuming an adorable expression. He was so close to cumming. He repeated again, making Rainbow gasp and squirm. Then, instinct struck him again. Her succulent breasts called to him. Oh how irresistible they were. Without thinking it, he brought his head forwards, latched his lips onto a nipple, and suckled it instinctively. Rainbow moaned and gripped his cock harder, stroking it even more quickly. Brownie felt something explode into hot ecstasy on his erection. His cock was on fire! His hips jerked. He wasn’t going to last long. “Rainbow…” He moaned, his whole body began contorting in anticipation of unknown ecstasy, his mouth sucking harder and harder on her tit.
She moaned happily, “Oooh, Brownie, keep doin’ that.” Her pleasure excited him even more. This was his mare and he was making her go wild. His cock got even harder and the balls contracted. It felt so incredibly. The smooth texture of Rainbow’s hand rubbing over his cock was heaven, and she knew just how to work him; she’d figured out how he’d respond in almost no time flat and was doing her best to make him cum for her. He let go of her nipple to inhale sharply. Against his will, his hips began to shake slightly. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Come on now, don’t hold back.” His body rocked when a firm stroke caressed his head just right. It tingled so delightfully that he was panting ragged.
Brownie looked up at Rainbow beloved face. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like his cock was going to explode. He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. “R-Rainbow, I’m gonna- c-c” He felt liquid release and something wet touched his cock, lubricating his lover’s hands to stroke even faster. Brownie let out his pleasure, whole body convulsing slightly as he moaned aloud, “Rainbow. Cumming… so good…” Suddenly, he felt Rainbow’s warmth lead his side. He looked up, disappointed and confused, only to see his cock twitch just before she plunged her mouth down onto it. Warm, wet, soft heaven enveloped his cock, licking vigorously and sucking hard. His hips almost bolted “Ay, Dashie!!” In vain, he tried to restrain his body, but he kept spasming and lewd noises forced their way past his lips. He never came so hard ever. His screwed up his eyes. Brownie felt his cock twitch, spilling more and more into his lover’s mouth, her tongue and lips sucking it all down while she looked him in the eye, careful to avoid in spite of how she made him quake with pleasure. This beautiful agony lasted only for seconds, but felt must longer. His orgasm finally died down and he grew soft. Rainbow kept sucking, cleaning him off and swallowing every last drop. Her motions flashed spikes of pleasure through his body.
When Brownie relaxed and opened his eyes, he noticed that his hands were on Rainbow’s head and her hands were on his. With a satisfied gasp, Rainbow released his cock and snuggled up against him, nuzzling their cheeks together. Speechless, Brownie reciprocated, enjoying his beloved mare’s closeness in the warmth of the golden midafternoon sun. “You came a lot. I bet that felt amazing,” said Rainbow Dash.
Silence. Brownie looked her happily in the eyes for a long time, half smiling. He pecked her on the lips. “It felt amazing. I didn’t know it’d feel that good. I mean, Mecha warned me, but…” He stopped. Mecha, his boss, was a notorious flirt and also a close friend of his.
“Told you things, did she?” Dash smirked, but not unpleasantly, so Brownie assumed that it was safe.
“Yeah,” he sighed. Ever since I started going out with you, she’s been throwing in little talks and giving me advice. Even offered to demo some of it herself, but I always refused.” Neither of them acted as if this were out of the ordinary. This was Mechanic Wrench they were talking about. This was the mare who had after all, propositioned Rainbow Dash the very first time they met, almost within seconds, and in less than wholly amicable circumstances.
“Pity. Maybe she wouldn’t mind joining us sometime.”
“Me gusta.”
Dash elbowed Brownie playfully in the side. “Did she ever teach you anything about how to treat a mare?” Her leg came up and rubbed against the inside of Brownie’s.
“A lot, actually. Want me to try seeing if I can apply her lectures?”
“Heck yeah.”
Brownie swallowed. “Okay. So, m-may I touch you down there?” She nodded and presented herself to him fully, rendering her body open to his hands. He adjusted position and knelt between her legs once more. He looked questioningly into her eyes again, a question just at the tip of his lips.
“It’s cool.” Brownie touched the surface between her legs. It was soft, just like the rest of her. Intrigued, he knelt closer and probed delicately. His fingers reached the slit, which already has a slight sheen of fluid on it and was slightly spread from arousal. Brownie touched it. It really was wet! He tried to press into it, but he met only fleshy resistance. This wasn’t like in porn where actors never missed their marks. His lover looked bemusedly at him trying to figure it out. His finger made contact with a bump near the top of the slit. Rainbow Dash shuddered. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No, that felt really good,” she answered. Brownie realized that this must be the clitoris, and remembered that it was best to tease around it instead of touching the thing itself. A few more experimental rubs around it made Rainbow squirm excitedly. However, Brownie had new territory to explore. He trailed his fingertips down the vulva and rested them between the lips. He pressed in again. “It’s lower down,” explained Rainbow. “Careful,” she advised as his fingers neared the opening. “Yes, right there. Now be gentle.”
Brownie complied, at first going in with just one finger. To his amazement, he slipped inside the wet and soft folds almost effortlessly. It was tighter than he’d expected. How would ever fit his erection in here? He moved his finger in and out slowly, carefully, as Mecha advised, in order to avoid getting Rainbow with his nails. The sensations were unlike nothing he’d ever felt before. It was soft and yielding, yet firm and constricting all at the same time. It was almost like a muscular barrel of sorts, though words failed to properly describe it. Brownie rotated his wrist to get better depth. He started to curl his finger towards him in a sort of ‘come hither’ motion. He felt a rough patch brush against his fingertip. Rainbow breathed sharply, seemingly finding it pleasant. The stallion stroked it again, eliciting the same result. Brownie worked his digit in and out, fucking her with his hand, slowly at first, but more vigorously and rapidly as he built confidence. Soon, Rainbow was definitely enjoying it, panting slightly and rocking her hips slightly with his ministrations.
“More,” she gasped. “Use two fingers.” He complied. Amazingly, her pussy accommodated it without a problem, and now Brownie could tell that his digits were soaked in Rainbow’s juices. He also noticed that his wrist and fingers were starting to ache, for he wasn’t used to using them like this. He curved his hand and rubbed around her clit with his thumb. “Get it wet first.”
“How?” She gave him a flat look. “Okay, sorry. New to this, remember?” Brownie used Rainbow’s slick pussy to lubricate his thumb. Once it was coated in her juices, he began to rub her again. “Does that feel good?”
“Aw yeah -- much better.”
“I’m glad.” Brownie picked up the pace. Her pussy made wet, lewd, noises that served to turn him on. He watched fascinated as he slid in and out of her. This was unbelievable; he was feeling his lover from the inside. The sounds – her moans, groans, and noises, made him only more aroused and entranced. He wasn’t even doing half bad at it., which was more than he’d ever hoped. Rainbow was delighted to share herself with Brownie in such an intimate way. Here at last, she had a devoted, caring lover, one who loved who she was and cared for her selflessly. He wasn’t the best in bed, but there was time to fix that, and she couldn’t wait to get started on their first real session. At least Mecha had given him a rundown of the basics so she wouldn’t have to do all the work of educating him. Her body told her the whole truth, and the ecstasy built between her legs. Sex and pleasure drowned out all other concerns.
Minutes passed. Rainbow’s flared wings twitched. Initially, just a little bit, but started to flutter and shake with the rest of her body. She must’ve been getting close, for her pussy kept getting hotter and wetter. Her breath came in irregular pants and she vigorously rocked her hips with Brownie’s ministrations. Her hips jerked. She looked him in the eyes, the both of them blushing furiously. “Brownie,” she almost noiselessly mouthed his name. “Don’t stop.” He bumped her clit, sending a shiver of pleasure jangling up and down her spine and releasing a soft gasp from her lips. “A-Almost there…”
“Are you-”
“Aw-yisss!” She tensed, her beautiful muscles rippled and thrummed beneath her skin. “Tell me to come for you.”
Brownie hesitated. Then he said, “Cum for me, Rainbow. Cum, my sexy pegasus.” She chortled just as her hips gave a great jerk.
“Ah fuck – Brownie!” Rainbow’s entire body spasmed and writhed erotically, jerking out of control. “I’m cumming.” She sat up and put one hand around the back of her lover’s head, drawing him in before she clamped her lips over his. Pleasure wracked her entire body. Waves of orgasmic bliss radiated from her core, causing her to write and cry out into her lover. Her frantic tongue sought companionship, finding his. They danced just as his fingers did in her with the motions that drove her wild. Brownie diligently kept pushing Rainbow farther over the edge, every gasp and shriek of pleasure driving him to press her harder. The mare squirmed in his arms, oblivious in bliss, almost screaming in pure carnal euphoria.
Suddenly, her mouth broke free of his and her hand pushed his away from her pussy. She squeaked, “Too much- stop!” Now both arms free, he embraced and kissed her again as she came down from her high, feeling her entire body tremble the whole time. They kissed fiercely, passionately, fully consumed in passion.
Eventually, his lover went limp. He looked at her curiously and called out gently, “Rainbow, are you alright?” No response, she just panted with her whole body slightly pink with sex flush. Her chest rose and sank rapidly, but deeply and regularly. He rested her on her back and put his hand on her stomach, the other on her cheek. They sighed.
“Yeah. Gimme a minute. That was… intense…” She lay flat on her back, gazing lovingly at her lover with a beautiful smile. Brownie lay down beside her, cupping her face in his hands. Her she was again, his and only his. His thumb traced a delicate line from her eye down to her jawbone. He stuck his head out and kissed her lush lips again. This time, both their eyes were open, gazing into each other, slightly askew they were.
“I love you.”
“I know.”
They kissed and embraced, all need for further words lost. They enjoyed the simple contact of a warm body pressed up against their own. The both beamed broadly. This was their paradise. Brownie enjoyed this waking blissful dream even more than he had enjoyed the carnal pleasure his lover had so skillfully given him. It was better than roughly providing his best efforts to drive her to the same heights of orgasmic ecstasy. Rainbow Dash enjoyed this perhaps a bit less than her lover, for she knew that it could get even better. She had relished providing an exquisite introductory sexual experience and was delighted that he cared enough to try and return the favor to her. Even though he was far from skillful or great, she’d still had a memorable climax simply because he loved her. There was just one last goal to reach for now, and that was to be his first. She had wondered what it would be like to take a colt’s virginity, but this had been her first ever chance to do so. The planning, guidance, and everything else had so far been worth it. The months of waiting were paying off, and she was so close to introducing her beloved to something even more intimate and wonderful. Soon, they would become one with him initiated and her need for union sated. But now was the time to rest and savor this perfect moment. And so they cuddled, they kissed, they talked, and they dozed for a long time.
Neither of them stirred until the rosy hues of dusk started to shine through the windows hours later. Brownie started to feel the same desire in his blood – the smoldering passionate lust for his mare. He placed his hand on her hip and rubbed just a bit vigorously. His hand dipped around and touched her ass, giving it a more than slight squeeze too obvious to be accidental. Rainbow Dash looked at him lustily. “Wanna do it?” Dash asked, her smile turning from contented to hungry. She caressed his face one last time with her soft hands and started to massage his torso.
Brownie, looking more decisive than he ever had, started to grope at her breasts. “Yeah, if it’s okay, I guess,” answered he, nodding.
Rainbow chuckled softly and nuzzled him forehead to forehead, gazing deep into his eyes. “I totally want this, too. And don’t be afraid to ask for things, Brownie. I won’t get mad.” She pushed him onto his back and then straddled his torso carefully to let him breathe, though this wasn’t much of a concern on account of her being pretty slender and being a Pegasus with the lightened body needed to take flight. She looked down at him and saw that his eyes were as big as dinner plates, with a suitably deep blush to match. “Now, what was it you wanted me to do, again?”
Her loved looked exasperated for a moment. “Rainbow Dash, would you have sex with me?”
“Duh, obviously. But how do I know you’re really up for it?” She reached back and grabbed his cock. It was getting nice and hard, but wasn’t fully ready yet. She brushed it lightly with her palm, watching Brownie’s embarrassed, aroused reactions with amusement.
“I want to do it with you.”
“Do what?”
“Sex!”
Rainbow was getting wetter by the minute from the killer anticipation. He put his hands on her upper thighs. “Duh, of course you want to have sex with me; many stallions and tons of mares want that too. I know you want me, but how much do you want me?” He was slightly trembling, partially out of need and partially out of nervousness.
“Come on, Dashie! I really want you.” He realized it then, that she was prolonging the tension to drive them into a frenzy. She was starting to touch herself, even as she teased him with her hands.
Brownie could tell that his erection was fully hard, almost painfully so, as he looked up at Rainbow. The pegasus smirked and rubbed herself against the earth pony body. “I’m all wet and ready for you, but what do you want to do with me? Be honest; say what you really feel. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.” Her lust smeared on his belly and chest.
“Let’s make love.”
“But we’re showing our love right now.”
Brownie sighed and blushed furiously, realizing what this meant. After a moment to calm himself, he looked his lover in the eyes and said, “I want to fuck you, Rainbow Dash.”
Rainbow bent down and kissed him full on the mouth, squirming a little against his body, deliberately moaning sensually into him. “Then let’s fuck,” she whispered as she drew away. One of her hands found his and their fingers intertwined. His hand touched between her legs. His eyes widened and he grinned “You got me soaking wet. Now, I wanna fuck you until you cum deep in my pussy.” He fingered her, adding to her excitement by teasing her back.
He hesitated. “What if I get you pregnant?” He was undeniably nervous, but hid it best he could.
Dash kissed him again, gently. “Don’t worry; I’ve taken precautions against that, but thanks for asking; most stallions don’t. So just relax, would ya?” She lifted herself off him and knelt over his hip. His cock stood up. His hand and fingers intertwined with Rainbow’s pressed firmly together. “Ready?” Brownie’s face was slightly drawn and pale, though his voice was calm and his body was composed.
He nodded and looked up at her face. He cupped her cheek in his hand again, focused entirely on her. “Ready.” He felt Rainbow’s fingers curl around his cock to guide him inside. He only saw her face, looking up into the beautiful, familiar, dear, features of his beloved. She smiled sweetly at him and his blush and his smirk. Brownie felt something wet and soft brush his head. Rainbow adjusted her aim a bit, rubbing his erection against her lower lips. With a small gasp of triumph, she started to lower herself, but paused and locked eyes. Brown eyes met magenta eyes. Brownie felt something warm, wet, and soft yield to allow him entry, but then Rainbow stopped, as if she were giving him a last chance to retain his purity, despite her almost mad desire. She loved him enough to make his first time something really special.
An intense pang of doubt hit Brownie as he had the opportunity to reconsider. But it was meaningless against everything else. “Brownie?” Her voice was so tender.
He felt his cheeks burning hot, almost as if they were on fire. He swallowed and whispered, “Let’s.” He kissed her. She moved her hips down, and with that, the lovers became one. Brownie felt something warm, wet, and soft wrap around him. It was spectacular – felt wonderful! His eyes flew open and dilated. The stallion shivered slightly and let out a half-surprised, half-contented noise. He felt the slick tunnel engulf him all the way, but he kept his eyes fixed on Rainbow. It stopped for a moment and she sat there wordlessly. Brownie opened his eyes and look down at his crotch. Her hands were aside and she leaned back, giving him a perfect view. Brownie’s body touched Rainbow’s and no cracks of light appeared between them. He was all the way inside. He was actually now in Rainbow Dash!
A fresh wave of new sensations washed over him as Rainbow Dash started to move up and down slowly. Brownie moaned and shivered again. Rainbow smiled at him “I like it when stallions moan like mares in heat. Feels great?”
“Y-yeaaaahh,” the stallion stammered, trying to maintain his composure as he watched his lover’s sexy athletic body rise, revealing his cock slick with her juices, and then sink, taking the whole thing inside her. The tight, muscular smooth barrel of her insides provided a hurricane of new, vivid, erotic, pleasurable sensations. The action entranced Brownie, who could scarcely believe his eyes and his body, let alone his luck. Rainbow suddenly jerked her hips rapidly with a sharp inhale. “Does it feel good for you too?”
“Yeah. I really love penetration. Most mares can’t get off on just that, but nothing makes me cum harder than feeling a cock in my pussy.” She looked at Brownie’s face and gave a lusty growl. “You know my fantasy, Brownie?”
“No. What is it?”
Rainbow lowered her whole body, pressing them together completely, but she propped herself up over Brownie’s face. “I always wanted to find a cute virgin colt and fuck him raw.” She emphasized this by sensuously hissing each word, doing it in time with forceful, passionate strokes with her hips, riding up and down his length. Brownie snaked his arms around Rainbow’s back, holding her close.
“And do you want to know my fantasy?” Brownie answered, trying his hardest to be sexy, which was nearly impossible, given the fantastic feelings coming from his cock. With every slight motion, Rainbow Dash touched him in a new way with her pussy. The soft wet tunnel sent tingles of pleasure up and down his spine with every caress. It was amazing; absolutely unlike anything he’d ever felt before. His lover moved in a new way, bending forwards to create more friction between her tight walls and his sensitive head. “It’s amazing…” Brownie sighed happily, relaxing. It felt so good, almost as if here were melting with pleasure inside her. Her body felt like heaven.
“Sure.”
He blushed again. His hips gave a slight involuntary buck upwards. “I… I always wanted a beautiful mare to make me hers and make love to me. I never thought it’d happen for real.”
She smiled at him, wings flared. “That’s sweet. Happy I could do that for you.”
He squeezed her tightly, holding his face close enough to feel her breath, now coming in slight pants. He nuzzled up against her warm flesh, cheek to cheek. He whispered into her ear, “You are my wish. Rainbow Dash, I love you.”
“I love you too, Brownie,” she said, cupping his face and kissing him tenderly. Their tongues rubbed and wrestled together, mimicking the erotic motions lower down. Slight moans came from the lovers. Rainbow shrouded them in her gorgeous wings, even as she began to ride more vigorously. She broke the kiss for air, taking a big gulp before letting it out in a strong, triumphant moan.
The spectacle of his lover moaning in pleasure from what he was doing to her excited Brownie. Deep in the instinctual part of his mind, it hit a trigger, making him feel something new. He began thrusting up into his lover, though awkwardly for want of practice. He felt hot. His body was trembling – not from pain, fear, rage, or orgasm. No, it was something much deeper than those abstract emotions. It was something as base as the very drives that made him eat, drink, and sleep. His hips slammed upwards into hers. Fresh pleasure surged into his body. She gasped. He wanted -- needed more. The urge to mate -- to breed, it suffused him. This was what it meant to be alive!
Rainbow pulled her arm back and began to rub herself as she rode him, her cries becoming higher and louder. She jerked her hips back and forth atop him, salaciously shaking her body in an erotic dance. Brownie looked up and saw his lover. She was so sensual, so beautiful in the evening’s fading light with pure happiness etched into her face. Her modest breasts bounced and jiggled, swaying deliciously with every motion of her lithe body. The stallion longed to hold them. Reaching up, he clasped them in his palms and rubbed them delicately. His lover purred and leaned back, showing herself to him. A finger found her nipple. She twitched. “Fuck, Brownie, keep doing that.” She thrust back at him with extra vigor, grunting softly. She could feel him inside her, stirring her up, ramming his cock in and out of her pussy, clumsy from his inexperience, but with all the energy and tenderness that mattered. His cock was getting harder, getting ready to fill her with his cum. His motions were starting to become erratic, irregular. And so were hers. She could normally cum just from penetration alone, but it took a while; far longer than Brownie could last. She shut her eyes to lose herself in the pleasure and masturbated furiously to the sensations of Brownie’s cock fucking her. And the sensations of his hands playing with her breasts were exquisite. Every tweak and rub around the nipple sent another ripple of pleasure through her body. “More, more…” she muttered, losing herself in passion.
Pressure built in Brownie’s cock. It felt good, amazing even. With every thrust up into and pull down out of Rainbow’s pussy, new jolts of pleasure tingled across his nerves, tantalizing him with more. His body twitched and jerked slightly. His breathing was hot and rapid and irregular. He made brief gasps and grit his teeth, trying not to cry out in pleasure. He saw Rainbow’s wings flutter and twitch, and the dying golden-rosy light filtered through them. The pleasure made him afraid – scared that it would be too intense. But at the same time, he couldn’t resist that damned instincts and he found himself wanting more and more. As good as it was, it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He had to feel better. He had to fuck her; make her his mare. He felt approaching orgasm, that pleasurable ache in his crotch. In the heat of the moment, he seized her waist. “R-Rainbow, stop.” She did, gazing at him curiously with concern.
“What, Brownie? You okay? Cumming?” They were both sweating and panting.
He shook his head. “No, I was just wondering if…” He trailed off with a small nervous laugh and he toyed with his mane defensively. She gave him a look. “I want to be on top.”
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash gave a sideways lurch with him still inside her. Brownie found himself looking down at his lover – his mare. She looked into his eyes. “Fuck me.” He wordlessly complied, awkwardly rocking back and forth with his hips. Rainbow ensnared him in with her legs, locking him inside her with an embrace. She gazed up at lover, his face so full of care, wonder, passion, excitement, embarrassment, and even a touch of power. He supported himself by wrapping his arms around her back while she hugged his chest close. “Fuck me like your whore!” Rainbow challenged, pumping her hips to meet his thrusts. The bed creaked and shook. Rainbow moaned, releasing peals of pleasure as her stallion rutted her fast, hard and deep. She toyed and rubbed her clit like crazy, trying to cum with him.
Brownie was amazed and lost in a haze of pure bestial lust. All he could think of was rutting his lover, making her scream his name ever louder. Her fingers curled, but luckily, her nails were short. She raked one hand up and down his back as she squirmed. The motion drove him crazy. He fucked her furiously, feeling the primal rush of power in his limbs, though he was really a wimp. Her legs kept him inside her when he pulled back, and hugged him close every time he slammed into her. His whole body trembled with pleasure and anticipation of the climax. Rainbow whispered lewd things into his ear – that he should fuck her harder, faster, deeper, and cum inside her pussy. Claim her; make her pregnant. His cock was ablaze with ecstasy as he slid in and out of her pussy. He leaned back and looked down at his lover. Between their hips was the point where she and him became one. Wet was the only word to describe it. Her entire body was flushed red with excitement. Brief little yelps escaped her.
Her pussy kept getting only hotter and wetter as he fucked her. He sucked her breasts, drawing out another series of erotic moans from his lover, prompting her to rock her hips back and forth, producing indescribable sensations that made him groan happily. His cock felt like it was going to explode. His whole body was going haywire and his brain was almost blank, save for thoughts of sex. His entire body tingled and trembled. Rainbow was the same, her wings barely kept under control. He hugged her close. The stallion felt the mare writhe and flex underneath him. Her heart was pounding like a drum and sensuous, warm skin and fur pressed up against his, sticking slightly from the sweat produced by the heat of their passion. Desperate, they kissed fiercely, driven mad in their lust. Their tongues danced and wrestled like snakes. They broke apart for air and kissed again and again, each kiss even more desperate, sloppy, and passionate than the last. Brownie sucked her neck, instinctively wanting to leave his mark on his mare. Rainbow purred contentedly.
Brownie pulled himself off Rainbow and looked her in the eyes. She was so close and had the same need. The pleasure was about to consume him he could hardly speak. “Rainbow, are you-”
She nodded. “I’m cumming, Brownie. P-please, cum d-deep inside my pussy. Fill me up.” He was just on the edge now, digging his fingertips into her shoulder blades as he rammed his hard cock mercilessly into her hot pussy. “Brownie -- Oh, FFUUUUCk!” She screamed “I’m cumming! Brownie, I’m cumming!” Her insides clamped down on him. Her hips writhed frantically, out of control. Her pussy frantically milked his cock to release. It clenched tight and massaged, a rush of fluid making it even hotter and wetter than before. Overwhelmed from pleasure, Brownie shut his eyes and flung himself around her.
“Agh, Rainbow! I’m gonna cum!” Her legs trapped him inside, and he thrust one last time. Euphoria. Pleasure beyond pleasure exploded, engulfing every fiber of his being. Every muscle in his body clamped down into a death grip as Brownie came inside Rainbow Dash, his cum spurting into her pussy. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep silent, but lewd grunts and groans forced their way out, joining his lover’s orgasmic chorus of squeals and moans. “Rainbow.” He kept grunting, “Agh!” Words failed him. Every slight touch against his cock ignited an explosion of pleasure. He kept desperately thrusting, instinctually trying to drive his cock deeper. His hips bucked and jerked spastically like hers, completely out of control in a hell of pleasure. He felt himself cumming inside her. His dick twitched, releasing what felt like torrents of hot cum into her squeezing, writhing, cunt.
“FUCK! Cum for me, Brownie! Brownie, Fucking Cum inside me!” Rainbow shouted, delirious with pleasure, feeling her lover releasing inside her with every jerk of his hips, the pressure of each spurt and his thrusts setting her senses ablaze. Her lover cried out in ecstasy as he desperately clung to her, filling her with his cum. Brownie felt his cum fill her completely, and yet it still came out. He released so much it hurt. But he was in heaven, feeling incomparable bliss as he emptied his balls into Dash. He moaned and kissed her. They released their lewd noises into each other, frantically clinging to each other in the orgiastic blaze of climax. Hearts fluttered as the bodies writhed and squirmed against each other.
Gradually calming down from the peak after seconds of total carnal bliss, their heats doused and lusts sated, Brownie felt himself soften, even though his dick still twitched, pumping a little more semen into her. They looked at each other, flushed and panting. “I love you,” they said in unison, kissing fiercely again.
“Thank you,” breathed Brownie. He pulled out limp and soaked from his cum and her juices, grimacing because he was still so sensitive.
“It was my pleasure,” replied Rainbow. The earth pony exhaled sharply and collapsed to her side, leaking from his cock, just as fluids leaked out of her pussy.
The two lovers embraced each other, as if trying to become one. Her cyan wings wrapped around his body as she kissed him; Brownie’s mind only focused on the nude mare in front of him, driven by his instinct as his hands traveled across her body. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and he couldn’t help but think that it felt like a pair of marshmallows in a cup of chocolate. Their tongues made contact, exchanging fluids as they danced inside their cages, trying to break free only to be stopped by their chains.
Rainbow’s hands traveled across Brownie’s body, starting by his chest. They caressed his nude torso, still sweating after their carnal act, and slowly descended until they reached their destination. His cock lay dead, spent from its furious passion. She gently held Brownie’s head and pulled him closer to her body, placing his face between her breasts as she hugged him and tucked the crook of her neck over his head. She murmured slightly with happiness. Brownie’s mind was a bit numb, but he allowed her; he could listen to her heartbeat, like a foal listening to a lullaby sang by his mother. Brownie was starting to fall asleep, but before that, he wanted to say something.
“That was something. I never knew sex would be so good.”
“It was pretty good, but it can get even better.”
“No way.”
“Yeah, way.” They laughed and kissed once more.
Brownie whispered, “Rainbow?”
“What’s the matter?” Dash asked him.
“Well, It’s just that…” He gulped. “I wanted to ask you something…”
“Go on,” she replied.
“Do you mind if I invite Mecha the next time?” The stallion closed his eyes, afraid that Rainbow Dash would get angry at him for asking that.
“Mecha? Yeah, why not? She could even teach you a few tricks.” Brownie opened his mouth, wanting to thank her, but was quickly interrupted by a kiss. “Now shut up and kiss me.” He did. “I love you Brownie. Good night.” It was definitely dark and their bodies were spent.
“I love you too, Rainbow. Good night.” And with that, they slept long and peacefully in each other’s arms.
Author's Note
And thus concludes the first collab I wrote with Kalash (And by "wrote" I mean that barely a 10% of my work was left in the final product). Still, I wanted to thank him for spending so much of his time and sanity to help me with this story (Or the other way around. Whatever).
