Like Sisters, Probably

Sweetie and I were walking to Sugarcube Corner, and the part where I was all calm about everything and the way everything had happened was gone like it hadn’t even been there. Well, not exactly, but during the walk to the bakery for the party where we’d find out if Dash made it or not, I couldn’t help but run over everything in my mind and worry about every part of it. Most of all, I was worried Dash would be so crushed if she didn’t make it that it’d wreck everything that was between us. As in, the stuff that had happened with her being more honest and open with me about things—the sleeping with Dash bit was its own thing and didn’t count as part of any of that.

It must have all been showing on my face, because Sweetie Belle nudged up against me, and asked if I was doing alright.

“Yeah, I got it. Thanks,” I snapped. She frowned and raised her eyebrow. I let out a tense huff that was supposed to be a calm breath. “Sorry. But yeah, I’m fine.” She didn’t look convinced.

We walked a bit, and I had to laugh at myself. It came out as a short bark. “This is crazy, right? Like, I’m sure I’m freaking out way more than even Dash was about the trial.”

“You always freak out about Dash’s stuff more than she does. Yeah, it’s probably insane, but it’s hardly anything new.” She looked over at me. “But a lot did happen between you over the last little while.”

I shot a glare at her. “This isn’t about me and Dash sleeping together!”

“I didn’t mean about that—I meant the stuff over the last week and a bit,” she said like it’d been obvious that’s what she meant, but I’m sure she’d meant for me to take it the way I had. And of course, then she said, “But you were quick to jump straight to that—are you completely sure it’s not bothering you?”

“Bucking hay, Sweetie, really? I thought we went over this to death earlier today.”

“Well, when you were saying it then you seemed okay. And right now you’re totally losing it.”

“I’m not losing it because of that! I mean, I made her get back at trying those loops in her routine! Maybe she really should’ve taken them out and done something different. What if she doesn’t make it into the Alpha Squadron, and it’s because of that?”

“Then she won’t have made it into the Alpha Squadron, and that will be that. At least she went in with her best performance, right? And she’d have you to thank for that.”

“I hope so.” I looked away from her. “I hope she doesn’t blame me for not getting in because I did all that, though.”

“Scootaloo, of course she wouldn’t do that,” Sweetie said, and bumped her shoulder against mine. “Don’t be stupid.”

“But she totally might!” I said, snapping my head up to look at her. “Like, what if she thinks about everything that happened in a totally different light after failing the trial? Like, she’ll realize how stupid and pointless it all was—me trying to get her all motivated or something ridiculous, as if I had any idea what I was doing! And then us sleeping together—” I realized what I was saying, and broke off.

We stopped walking, and she looked at me for a minute, but then she just put her hoof on my shoulder and said, “Come on, she won’t think like that, and you know it. And about sleeping with her—Rainbow Dash has had a lot of sex. There’s no way Dash is going to regret having sex with you or something like that—unless she’s worried that it might’ve messed you up or something, but you don’t seem to care when ponies worry about that part.” She tilted her head. “Oh, and maybe she’d be worried about the fact that she had sex with a mare about half her age but that’d be it.”

“Hey! I’m, like”—I thought about it—“at least two-thirds her age!” I let out a huff, but I did calm down a little bit. I knew Sweetie had passed up a chance for a bit of an “I told you so” there, and I was really glad she did. And she was right—I was being a bit ridiculous about it. But then something about what she said hit me. “Wait—you’re totally right. She’s been with tons of mares, hasn’t she?”

“I’m sure she definitely has. No need to worry.”

“Yeah right! Now I’m freaking out about something else!” I ran my hoof through my mane. “I mean, I’ve only done it a few times!” I grabbed Sweetie by the shoulders in panic. “Do you think I was any good? How did I compare to all those other mares? Do you think I might’ve at least snuck into her top five? Top ten?” I gasped. “Shit! I hope friggin Lightning Dust wasn’t way better than me! Dammit, they were together for a bazillion years—they probably did all kinds of freaky stuff!” I let out a frustrated groan, letting go of her to smoosh my hoof in my face.

Sweetie bopped me on the side of the head, held her hoof there for a moment, then pushed me away as she turned to keep walking. “You’re an idiot.”

I caught up with her, and we kept walking. “And I’m sure you were plenty good,” she said after a bit, without turning to look at me.

“You think?” I asked hopefully. “I mean, she did seem like she was having a good time—like, there was that part where she—”

“Okay! No more! Stop now!”

“Right, sorry.” I let out another huff. “I just hope she made it into the Alpha Squadron, you know?”

After a bit, we got to Sugarcube Corner, and mostly everyone was already there except Dash. I made a beeline to the punch bowl, hoping to Celestia there was more in it than just punch, because she’d know I needed it. Sweetie joined me.

I knew I really owed Sweetie for putting up with me for those last few weeks—basically since me and Dash had had that first sort of fight. I knew I’d have to make it up to her once all the craziness was done with, but for that moment, all I could think about was how Dash did in the Alpha Squadron trial. I don’t even know how I made it through that evening. Every noise that sounded even remotely front-doorish sent a spike of adrenaline through me, and it’d be minutes before I’d be calm again.

Oddly enough, when I heard the door and and turned to see Dash walking in, my body had no crazy response for me. It’s like everything kind of froze. Everypony in the room definitely froze, except Pinkie, who darted over to where two cords were hanging from the ceiling, which were each set up to trigger a different series of party-related things—one was all congratulations and party stuff, the other all these sincere sympathies, I guess. In the shock of the moment, for some reason all I could think about was what would happen if Pinkie pulled the wrong one after Dash broke the news, and I almost cracked right up.

I somehow didn’t, and Dash continued to just stroll in. She wasn’t making any kind of expression on her face, and I was totally yelling at her in my head for being such a stupid melodramatic stupid pegasus because I knew, however it had turned out, she’d be loving the shit out of having us all holding our breaths waiting for her to say something, and was going to drag it out as long as she possibly could because she was so stupid.

She looked up at everyone and put on this stupid phony surprised look, as if she had no idea what we could possibly be waiting for.

“Oh fer th'luva—” said Applejack. “Just tell us all already.”

“Well, I don’t know why you’re all tense and everything,” said Dash, all smarmy and everything. “It’s almost like you all think—”

“So ya made it or didn’tchya?” Applejack cut her off, wearing a completely unimpressed look, and I loved AJ so badly right then.

Dash looked slightly put-out. “Yeah, I made it. Jeez, just totally kill the”—but she was cut off again as Pinkie gave an earsplitting cry and pulled one of ropes, which turned out to be the right rope, because a huge explosion went off, and all that party junk fell from everywhere, and also a giant “Congratulations” banner and stuff, and everyone totally lost their shit and all ran up to start hugging Dash. I pretty nearly collapsed, I’ll admit.

I felt like I should’ve been running up to go hug her and congratulate her with everyone else, but I didn’t. I just stood there. It sounds crazy, but I suddenly had no idea how the Scootaloo that hadn’t slept with Dash the night before would’ve acted, and I kind of froze up, I guess. The fact that what’d have felt most natural at that moment—if all those consequence things wouldn’t have been there—would’ve been running up and trying to kiss her face off clouded up my thoughts a bit. I was pretty sure it would turn even just a quick hug into something that felt way crazier than it was, so I just stood there.

Everypony was totally freaking out and mobbing around Dash, so it’s not like anyone would notice if I gave her a hug that lasted a little bit too long or something, but nopony was going to notice me hanging back, either. Except Sweetie Belle.

She was definitely wondering why I wasn’t running over there—I could tell by looking at her. I knew she was thinking I was worried things’d be weird between me and Dash, and that that was the reason I wasn’t already over there. Which pissed me off—mostly because that’s exactly how it was. She didn’t actually say anything, though, and just stayed beside me. I really appreciated that, to be honest—her not saying anything about it.

As everyone started to calm down a bit and give Dash some space, I realized I was an idiot. If I had gone over right away, there would’ve been too many ponies around, and there wouldn’t have been any kind of chance for weirdness. Now when I went over there, it’d be just me and her.

Well, just me and her with everyone else right there.

“Do you want me to go with you over to see Dash?” Sweetie asked.

“What? No! I was just—I don’t need—” I stopped myself. Being all defensive would just make her think she was totally right about why I was hanging back—which she was, but that wasn’t the point. I took a breath, and then said, “I’m going right now.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling at me. It wasn’t a smug smile or anything, though.

I was already halfway over to where Dash was before it hit me that Sweetie had offered to go with me because she knew I’d get defensive and it’d make me go over to Dash. Sometimes it really bugged me how easily she could read me.

When I got to Dash, it was just AJ and Pinkie Pie talking to her, and they both kind of smiled and backed off as I came up. I sort of panicked for a second, if you want to know the truth. I had to act totally natural, which should’ve been easy, but somehow it wasn’t at that moment. Like when you stop and think about breathing or blinking, right? Suddenly it gets all weird, and you realize you don’t remember how to stop thinking about it to make it go back to auto-mode.

Anyway, I figured hugging Dash and saying she was awesome was something I could pass off as a thing I would’ve done, but it was hard to say exactly, because I just really wanted to hug Dash right then. So I did—and it was exactly like I had been worrying it would be. Every second went by way too quickly, but at the same time dragged on and on as I felt the—possibly imagined—gaze of everypony in the room on us.

It’s not like either of us had said what’d happened between us needed to be a big secret or anything, but I felt like it kind of did anyway. Well, Sweetie didn’t count, but generally speaking. In any case, I’d let Dash be the first to tell ponies anything, if she wanted to.

I broke away from her after what felt like way too long and also way not long enough, but when I got a proper look at Dash’s face, she just looked as happy as I’d seen her in a really long time. There was no room for awkwardness for her—she was so happy. I couldn’t help but smile back at her. At least for right then, things were fine.

I hung around and mostly listened to her talk about how awesome she was, along with everyone else. Sweetie came over, too, and Dash’s other friends and everypony drifted in and out. Dash was obviously trying to play it cool, like she had been expecting to make it in all along, but every now and then she’d let that slip, and underneath she was like a little filly, I swear. It was so unbelievably cute.

Then, quite a while later, she got talking to some other ponies, and I slipped away to go back over to the punch bowl with Sweetie. I was really stoked it hadn’t been awkward at all around Dash, but I didn’t really want to push that just then. After I finished my first cup of punch, I leaned over to get myself another, and when I looked up, Sweetie was gone. I glanced around and caught sight of her, and was just about to go over and ask where the heck she was going when Rainbow Dash came up behind me.

“Hey, Scoots!” she said, and I spun around and sloshed my puch on the floor.

“Oh, hi!” I was sure we’d talked to death the topic of how awesome she was—even for Dash. And the night was supposed to be all about her, so I’d have felt weird talking about myself or random other things, so I was actually finding myself grasping around for something to talk about before I realized she actually had something to say to me. It was just taking her a few seconds.

“So... thanks,” she said eventually. She was kind of talking hesitantly, but it seemed more like she was just so scrambly and buzzed about everything rather than anything else. “I mean, I really want to say thanks for all you did!”

“Yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.” She just grinned like she had been all night. Then she looked away as she turned to the punch table and poured herself a glass. “I was totally losing it there for a bit. You got me up and going in the right direction.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem.” I said. What was I supposed to say to that? I did find myself grinning almost as much as Dash was.

“No, really, I’m not actually sure if I could’ve pulled this off if it wasn’t for the stuff you did!” She put her punch right back down. “Thanks, Scootaloo!” She darted forwards and wrapped her arms around me. I was totally surprised. She wasn’t just sort of casually hugging me either—it was a real and proper hug. I hugged her back with one foreleg while I sloshed punch with the other, flapping my wings a bit to try and keep my balance. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, and glanced around. No one was really looking or cared, of course.

“I-It was nothing!” I stammered. “Come on, you taught me how to fly. This is nothing!”

She let go, but kept one foreleg slung around me and totally gave me a noogie. “Oh, yeah, now’s when you decide you’re gonna be modest for the first time in your life! Come on! The—now confirmed—most awesome pegasus ever just said ‘thanks’!”

I tried to shake her off while somehow balancing my cup of punch, but Dash was so outrageously giddy I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.

“Hey, what are you doing after this?” she asked with me still in her one-legged choke-hold that I’d failed to get out of, and I felt a tingling shock shoot through me. I’d thought I’d been done with those for the day.

“Uh, nothing. No plans.”

“You want to hang out?” she asked, finally letting me out of her hold, which was good because I’m sure she would’ve felt my heart start pounding if she hadn’t just then.

“Sure,” I said. I was a bit stunned. I had no idea what to think.

She grinned this super bright grin at me. “Okay, awesome!” She spun around and went back over to where her friends were.

I picked up the cup of punch she had left, to replace my cup that had emptied itself mostly on the floor, and took a swig.

Dash must have known how that had sounded. Because it sounded a lot like she was suggesting we were going to end up having sex again. Like, it was totally understandable that I would come to that conclusion. It was hard to know—Dash was acting so crazy just then that I had no idea what she was thinking. Actually, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen her so stoked about anything, to be honest.

I took another gulp of punch. I, on the other hoof, couldn’t remember the last time so many things had made me so outrageously nervous as they had that past week.

“Hey, Scootaloo,” Sweetie said, popping up right in front of me, and I choked and ended up spitting out a most of my mouthful of punch. I managed to not spray it all over Sweetie at least, and mostly just dribbled it on the floor.

“Um, ew,” she said.

“What’s with all the sneaking up on me tonight?” I snapped.

“You were definitely looking directly at me as I walked over here,” Sweetie said, her brow straight.

“Well, I didn’t see you. Somehow.”

“Clearly. So you ready to head out pretty soon?” she asked, but I could tell by the way she said it that it wasn’t actually what she was asking.

“Uh, no. If you want to leave, you can go ahead—”

“Oh, it’s fine. I can wait up a bit longer if you want to stay for a while,” she said pointedly.

I frowned. She was doing it on purpose. “Don’t bother—I’m hanging out with Dash after.”

“ ‘Hanging out’?” she repeated, giving me a look.

“Yes! Hanging out!”

She held my eye for a moment, then sighed. “Scootaloo, I’m really worried she’s just messing around with you. You really—”

“She’s not just messing around!” I snapped. Then I thought about it. “Uh, I mean—it’s totally fine that we’re just messing around!” I said with equal conviction.

Sweetie looked at me blankly, then raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! And why is it always Dash who’s messing around with me? Maybe I’m the one just messing around with her!”

“You’re not the one messing around with her. Trust me on this.”

I glanced to the side. “Okay fine,” I said, giving her that one. “But still—I’m fine with how it is. However it is.”

“Alright, if you say so. I just don’t—”

“Yeah, I know. You already said that.”

She stayed there facing me for a moment. “Okay, I’m going now, then.”

“Bye,” I said. She turned and left.

I went over and milled about around Dash and tried to stop thinking about Sweetie. It wasn’t too much longer until the party was pretty much done, though. Dash turned to me as everypony was getting set to go and asked me if I was ready to leave.

“It’s your party—you decide when it’s time to leave!”

She grinned. “Alright, that’s what I like to hear! Okay, you can head on outside if you want, I’ll meet you out there in a sec. I’m just going to say one last goodbye, and thank Pinkie for throwing the party and stuff.”

The sun had been put down since Sweetie and I’d walked over to Sugarcube Corner, and I was struck by the chill in the air as I stepped outside. It was well into spring, but it seemed there were still a few cold evenings left. I wished I’d worn something.

I stomped around trying to keep the chill off, and was just about to go back inside when Dash came out.

“Wow, cold! What the heck, Winter Wrap-Up was ages ago.”

“Hey, don’t look at me, I’m just a cloud pusher,” I said.

“Oh yeah, sure, blame the management. That’s always how it goes, isn’t it?” She winked at me. “Anyway, let’s get in the air!”

I followed Dash up into the sky above Ponyville. Despite creating an extra windchill, I started to warm up a bit with the exertion of keeping up with Dash. We zipped over the housetops, and Ponyville spread out beneath us. I always liked flying after sunset—looking down at the town as little lights instead of houses gave a whole different feel to the experience.

“Well, Cloudpusher, you can’t pin that one on the management!” Dash said, and I looked down and spotted the cloud Dash was talking about, set in dark relief against the lights below it.

“Hey, today was set for partially cloudy!”

“That’s just weather-pony talk for lazy!” she said.

“And I didn’t even have a shift today!”

“Hmm, okay that one’s a pretty good excuse.” She laughed, and then banked to dive down and land on the cloud. “Well, come on! Pull up a bit of cloud!”

I swooped in beside her. She was lying down on it, looking out over Ponyville. “What, you want to sit out on a cloud?” I asked. “It’s, like, cold!”

“Naw, it’s nice out! Just come over closer to me.” I couldn’t really see her face in the dark, but the way she said it wasn’t any different than all the other stuff she had been saying.

I lay down beside her, getting close to her—it was a small cloud—but still leaving a few inches between us. Right away, she shuffled over, closing the gap and pressing up against me. Despite the warmth of her against me, I felt tingles shoot out from where we were touching. She turned her head to look at me, and it was the same giddy smile she’d had on all evening. Then it softened a bit, and after a moment she looked forwards again and put her wing around me. “How’s that?” she asked.

“Yeah, much warmer.”

We sat on the cloud, and my heart was pounding like crazy. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on just then—whether it was as obvious as it seemed, if I was overthinking it, or what—but I leaned over and nestled my head against her shoulder and the side of her neck because it felt like I could get away with doing it, and also because I really wanted to. She didn’t really react or anything, so I just let myself enjoy it, and how warm she was against the sharp night air.

“Hey,” I said, “so what happened with the double inside-out loops?” I didn’t ask her at the party because everyone else was around. I know it doesn’t exactly make sense, but I somehow felt like I wanted to be alone with her before asking about it. I guess I felt partly responsible for them, or something. “Did you get those working?”

“Oh.” I felt Dash tense up, though she kept it from coming out in her voice. “Yeah. Totally did.”

“Really?” I burst, my relief only held back a bit by the way she’d responded. “That’s awesome! How’d you manage it? What was the secret?”

“I, uh, did a Sonic Rainboom first, then went right into them from that.”

I felt myself tense up then. I lifted my head up to look at her. “What, really? No kidding?”

She didn’t quite meet my eye. “It was the only way to get enough speed.”

“Yeah, but still—bucking hay that must’ve been awesome to see... wait shit! What did Lightning Dust think about that?” I blurted out. “Because you were saying how she—oh, sorry,” I broke off as I picked up on Dash’s reaction.

“No, it’s fine—yeah, LD wasn’t too happy with me about that.”

“Because she was, like, scared for you or whatever?” I asked quickly—talking about Dust being all sappy for Dash instantly put a sour taste in my mouth.

“No—well not exactly. It’s just that she really threw everything on the table when she offered to drop out of the competition if I’d take the loops out, right? I know that was a really hard thing for her to do or whatever, and I kind of threw that in her face. And then me adding in the Rainboom before the loops was totally throwing that in her face.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment. “So, you and Dust right now...?” I let it hang.

“Yeah, we’re not so tight at the moment.”

I remembered what I’d promised myself the other night, that I wouldn’t let how much I couldn’t stand Dust show when I was around Rainbow, so I didn’t let myself feel a rush of relief at hearing that.

Well, maybe just a little one.

But Dash’s happiness from that evening was slipping a bit, and that was more important. “I’m sorry for bringing that up,” I said to Dash.

“No, it’s fine. Actually, I was kind of hoping to talk to you about it.”

“Yeah?” And I had my answer to why she wanted to hang out with me. That fact actually really put me at ease, to be honest. It was a bit anticlimactic, but I didn’t feel let down or anything. I was really happy she wanted to talk about that kind of thing with me. Of course, all that tingling I’d been indulging, coming from the amount of contact with her against me like she was, was suddenly a problem.

“I’m so excited about making it into the squadron,” Dash continued, “but I feel kind of... guilty, I guess, about how I pretty much screwed over LD.” She really sounded worried.

“What? You totally didn’t even!” I burst out, and she glanced over at me. “Are you kidding? You can’t let that be the thing bringing you down! You definitely need to be feeling awesome about stuff right now! Like, she dumped that stuff on you—how is that your fault?” Dash didn’t say anything, and wasn’t shutting me down, so I kept going. “I mean, she totally set herself up for this! Just because you didn’t flop over and give up because she had some kind of issue doesn’t make it a ‘you’ problem—this is absolutely a ‘her’ problem, and you shouldn’t be worrying about it!” I knew it was a bit harsh, but I felt like it really had to be said.

“You think?” she asked, and she sounded like she really was hanging on what I was saying. I was a bit surprised.

“Uh... well, yeah. I do.”

She sighed. “I guess. And there isn’t really anything I can do about it—I shouldn’t really let it get to me.”

“Especially when everything else is so awesome!” I leaned my head back against her, and I was worried about her reaction to it all over again, but she didn’t seem to mind. “I mean, you’re in the Alpha Squadron! How cool is that?”

“Yeah!” said Dash, and she sounded back to being a bit giddy again, and I smiled. I felt her wing tighten around me. “Thanks,” she said.

It was great that she was being really honest with me, and it was amazing being up against her on that little cloud above Ponyville, but I had no idea what the limit was for how intimate I was allowed to be with Dash that night, and it made me more than a little nervous about it all. Like, we were already pretty much cuddling—but I had no idea how much would be too far. And really, the fact that cuddling seemed to be in-bounds was kind of the part that was causing the confusion for me. And what really got me was how carelessly and naturally she seemed to be doing it. As if it was all just the most normal thing ever.

Then she tilted her head to lean against mine, and stroked her wing along my side a bit. I nuzzled against her—everything was so soft and warm. I buried my nose in the crest of her mane that was falling over the side of her neck, and I couldn’t keep thinking about stuff if I’d wanted to. I let the tingling warmth run free through me, as at that moment, there wasn’t any good way to stop it. Our bodies just kind of fit against each other well, is how it felt.

And then I was gently kissing her neck. My eyes snapped open.

I let out a yelp and darted away from Dash. “Sorry! I just—it just kind of—”

But Dash laughed at me. I kept sputtering and turned bright red. “It’s fine,” she said, still laughing at me.

“Bucking hay.” I rubbed my face with a hoof. “I just made that totally weird didn’t I? But I seriously meant what I said before! It’s fine if that—all that stuff—was a one-time thing. Like, I’m actually okay with it just being like it was before! But I really liked this just now, with the... before I... I mean, maybe we need to talk about how far is too far when we’re—”

But Dash reached out her wing and pulled me back against her. It was a moment before she spoke. “I’m... not sure if that was really too far,” she said a bit quieter, not looking at me. “You could probably go a bit farther than that.” I held my breath, and Dash shifted in her spot. “You know, about the whole one-time thing—I think it might be awesome if it wasn’t a one-time thing.” She glanced over at me. “Would that be too far?”

The lights of Ponyville below us brightened suddenly, and the chill in the air was gone like it’d never been there. Everything stopped as I looked at Dash. “You mean it’d be cool if, every now and then, we—?”

“Yeah,” she said.

“That would—I-I mean, no, that’s not too far. I definitely don’t think that’d be going too far.”

“Okay,” she said. “Cool.”

We lay there, looking at each other. I noticed her breath was coming almost as fast as mine was. I fidgeted where I was underneath her wing.

“So... it’s okay if we go that far right now, yeah?” I asked.

She laughed. “Yeah. Start kissing me now.”

So I did, and we rolled over so I was on top of her as we kissed. Right away our tongues were all over each other’s, and Dash had her hoof around the back of my head, keeping our mouths firmly mashed together.

Somehow, during all of that, I managed to get a moment of clarity, and pulled back against the foreleg wrapped around my head, getting all of a few inches of space between us.

“Wait—there’s something I got to know,” I said, and a bit of a shadow went over Dash’s face as a frown touched her brow. I took a breath.

“How good was I, compared to all the other ponies you’ve had sex with?” I asked her seriously.

A moment passed with Dash just looking at me. Then a smile touched the corner of her mouth and she got this this hammed up sort of contemplative look on her face. “Well,” she said, “I’ve done some pretty crazy stuff with ponies before.” She hummed to herself, looking upwards. “It doesn’t quite seem fair to rate you against some of those things.” Then she glanced back at me. “It’d be better to put you against the other first times with different ponies. And If I did that, well then I’d say”—she paused way too long for dramatic effect—“you’d be right up there near the top,” she finished, and her smile went a lot more honest. “Last night was... really good.”

“ ‘Really good’... as in top ten ‘really good’?”

She thought about it a second. “Yeah, I’d say so.” She tilted her head. “You might even have snuck into the top five.”

I felt an excited rush shoot through me. I’m sure I was totally grinning. Then I blinked. “Wait, who did I lose out to?”

“Not telling,” Dash said with a cocky grin, then with a flick of her wing I was flat on my back against the cloud with her on top of me. “Okay, no more questions now,” she said, and she pressed her lips against mine. She grinded her hooves into my splayed out wings, and as I sucked in a breath of air around her mouth, nothing seemed worth worrying about—the fact that we were on a cloud in the middle of the sky falling next to last on that list.

Dash smeared her lips along down to my neck, and suddenly I was in the middle of moaning without realizing I had even started doing it. Dash was totally taking the lead, completely unlike the night before, and it was driving me wild. I mean, there was nothing at all wrong with how Dash kind of just let me have free rein the first time, but that second time on the cloud was amazing. Like, I'm not going to get into exactly who did what to who and all that, but I will say this much—Dash is a rainbow maned beast, and it was amazing.

And also that having sex on a cloud is excellent. Seriously, I highly recommend it.