The First, the Last, and the Only
If there's one thing that Rainbow Dash despises more than anything else, its mornings. Pulling herself out of the nice cozy and warm covers, trying to blink the tiredness from her dreary eyes, yes, Rainbow isn't a morning pony.
So it's on days like today, when Rainbow is going into her monthly cycle, that are an absolute nightmare for her.
Giving a yawn, a stretch, and an involuntary twitch of her nethers, Rainbow Dash slides from her silken cloud bed, yawning again. Once far enough away from the bed, she begins her usual morning calisthenics, preparing herself for the
planned morning flight and the rest of the day's work; silently begging that the itching in her lower region will go away.
But no amount of ignoring would make the burning itch deep inside her vanish. She'd first felt it the day before, but as a dull ache. Now though, desire courses through every vein in her body, filling her head with thoughts of being rutted over and over as she's filled to the brim.
Rainbow smacks her head against the wall to clear the thoughts away, but the soft cloud instead emits a soft ‘poof' every time, and does nothing to sate her desire.
Despite what many ponies might claim to the contrary, Rainbow does not sleep around the town like a cheap mare of the evening. In fact, save for one or two oral escapades in flight school, Rainbow is a virgin.
This fact only bothers her during times like this, where having a coltfriend, or even just a close stallion friend, would prove beneficial. Sure, she has her eye on one or two stallions around town, but her brash facade peels away like veneer when she speaks with anypony she crushes on.
The Ponyville Weather Office should have the general dates of her cycle on file. As well the dates of previous year's cycles, so she can stay at home if need be. And that has sufficed for years past, but this year feels to be so much worse. It's like having a fire burning in your loins that just doesn't end!
If Rainbow could leave her house, without fearing for her virginity, then she would speak with Twilight. As she likely has some book that would be of use for a Rainbow's problem. But doing so is not an option in her current state.
But it's then that a memory strikes Rainbow, there's a pegasus insult used a long time ago, ‘Cloud humper'. It was used to describe a pegasus that would spend more time bedding other ponies than anything else.
The question is though; how literal can you get with the phrase? Clouds can be shaped, yes, but would they really work for that? At this point, she's desperate enough to try.
Rainbow bites her bottom lip, almost letting out a groan of desire as her rump comes into contact with the cloud floor. She needs to sit down in order to shape the clouds right, but she might get off a few times before she's done from need alone!
With careful waving of her hooves, Rainbow begins to draw the needed phallic shape out of the floor, her needs spurring her to work faster. With a bit more work, she finishes drawing up the shape. A quick tap of the hoof reveals that there's no way that its rigid enough though.
Rainbow wracks her brain, mentally pulling up random bits from her weather classes in flight camp. She's certain they mentioned how to make cloud structures thick and strong, but the how is the question..
Ahh hah! Just a quick rearrange of the structure's molecule matrix and bingo! One turgid sudo-cock for her to slip onto. The thought sends shivers down her spine.
Rainbow brings her haunches off the ground, giving another shake as a soft wind blows across her nether lips, and aligns herself along the tip of the toy. Every fiber of her being screams for her to slam herself down, burying the length in her warmth.
But she knows better than that, she knows to slide herself down with gentle pressure, and to enjoy every second of it.
So with a single, slow and smooth stroke, Rainbow spears herself on the hard protrusion, letting out cute little gasps and moans as the toy probes deeper inside her. The length slowly disappears into her depths, parting her canal wider and wider as she nears the base.
With a soft moan of delight, her outer lips contact the base of the toy and its connection to the cloud beneath her, signifying she's taken all it has to offer. But it isn't quite enough, she needs more. More length, more girth, more everything!
Rainbow concentrates, letting her focus pour into the length inside her. If she does this just right, then she'll able to control the rod while its still inside her, giving her utter freedom on how she wants to feel the pleasure it can provide.
And with a few more seconds of concentration, Rainbow feels the length inside her wiggle and grow. At first, its a slow expansion, seeming to press upward farther into her rather than out as well. But after a second, the toy's girth begins to grow as well.
As the toy grows, pleasure ripples from nerve to nerve, forcing her head back to give a throaty moan. Every tiny movement is transformed into whirlwinds of pleasure that blow through her faster than she can handle, her mind struggles to take in the boggling amounts of pleasure.
The toy almost becomes to much for her to bear, its size feeling to her likes its splitting her open! But even through all that pain, pleasure begins to blossom again, cutting through the hurt and bringing a sly smirk to her lips.
With her entrance still placed against the base of the toy, Rainbow again concentrates on increasing its size. She leaves the width alone, since its size is near painful for her, but instead focuses on lengthening the toy.
With the toy's expansion no longer causing pain, Rainbow can feel the tip wriggling deep inside her, exploring her depths and climbing her walls. Every brush against her sensitive canal sends jolts of pleasure throughout her body, and every moment that passes she can feel the tip probing deeper and deeper inside her.
She feels the toy bump into something inside her, the jolt sending another wave of tingling pleasure through her. With the toy bottomed out inside her, the only thing left to do is to get started.
Rainbow groans in utter delight as the toy is pulled from her depths when she raises her haunches. An almost depressing feeling overcomes her as just the tip lies within her hot, clutching embrace. Every nerve is alight and firing as she lowers herself again, reveling in the feeling of absolute fullness the toy provides.
Rainbow begins to build a steady rhythm, letting the tidal force of pleasure bring out a moan each time she bottoms out. Her inner muscles clench tight on every withdraw, and loosen as she lets gravity do the other half of the work for her.
And as a true rhythm is built, her speed increases exponentially. Each pull up is faster and more intense than before, and each down stroke brings a greater spike of pleasure each time.
Rainbow reaches a hoof down to play with her clit, and gasps when her hoof dips into the juices that leak from her entrance. She's never been this wet in her life!
In her lust clouded state, Rainbow brings her soaked hoof up to her mouth and lavishes it with her tongue. Her intimate flavor rushes over her taste buds, bringing a muffled moan of delight from the horny mare.
After the amount of pleasure she's received, Rainbow can take it no longer. Her walls clench to the brink of pain and her wings fly out-wards, going ridged as every muscle convulses in shear satisfaction. One muscle in particular spasms hard, milking the toy inside her for its non-existent load of cum. Her mind ceases to accept any inputs other than the pleasure it receives, overriding all higher functions.
Rainbow sits for a solid thirty seconds basking in the afterglow, still taking the toy to its base. Higher thought is still very far from her mind, but she's at least aware of her surroundings again.
With a soft sigh and a slight depression at the fact that her fun is over, Rainbow lifts herself from the length embedded in her.
Her eyes go wide as she catches her first glimpse of it since its reshaping. How had she managed to fit it inside her?! But she gives a sly smirk as she trots back to her bed, a definitive spring in her step. It doesn't matter how,just that it felt amazing. Even with only the small amount of experience Rainbow's had she's sure that she's only scratched the surface of this special breed of cloud shaping.
Maybe her heat won't be so bad after all...
