Dirty, Desperate, And Dash

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“Come on… come on…!” Rainbow Dash pushed herself a little harder, the multicolored streak blurring through the sky. She streamed through the air, the world tearing away from her as she flapped her wings faster and faster.

Rainbow Dash strained as hard as she could, the exhilaration flooding through her as she burst through the sound barrier. There was always that odd moment when she lost the capacity to hear, but that was from the obvious; her grin spread across her face widely as the resounding Sonic Rainboom rippled through the air, and Dash blistered across the sky even faster than before.

Dash landed lithely atop a grassy hill, pumping her wings and lowering herself breathily to the ground. She wiped a few beads of sweat from her brow, the umpteenth Sonic Rainboom of the day taking quite a bit more out of her than she expected. However, she achieved what she was trying to do; put as much distance between herself and civilization as possible, leaving her completely alone in a little wooded area.

It wasn’t like she came to this familiar, cozy little spot with one thing in mind, exactly. Her first attempts had simply been to Rainboom her problem away, convinced that the constant physical strain would suffice as distraction.

However, Rainbow Dash still suffered from the heat, and there was no amount of flying or exercise that would change it.

Hence, her reason for finally stopping somewhere that she was certain that she wouldn’t be interrupted this time.

Rainbow Dash spun on the spot, flattening the grass around her a little bit and almost prancing in anticipation. Wordlessly, she spread her wings to make herself more comfortable and tried to lie down on her back, gazing up at the puffy drifts of clouds as the burning between her thighs grew almost unbearable.

Hastily, Dash stuck her hoof between her legs, the dampness already evident. This gave her hope, in that it might have been a sign that this would be the day; for once, Rainbow Dash would finally achieve climax.

In earnest, Dash slid her hoof up and down along her lips. She used the crook of her hoof to ride her button, the base of her spine arching with each little tingle. Rainbow Dash’s breathing grew heavier as she propped herself up on her back a little further, using her wings for support while using her other hoof to spread herself a little wider.

She moaned freely as she slipped the edge of her hoof into her slot, hips rising eagerly to meet herself again and again. Dash forgot how long she lay there panting, jolts of electricity sparking up her spine and pulling her cheeks into a fervent grin. Closer and closer, almost there…!

And that was where she stayed.

No matter how hard she tried, Rainbow Dash could not get any further than just before reaching her peak. No matter how hard she rubbed or gyrated, no matter how desperate she was for release, no matter how much her limbs ached and burned from the time she spent struggling to climax, she was completely incapable of doing so.

Eventually, Rainbow Dash pulled her hoof from between her lips, flopping tiredly against the ground. She let out a groan of frustration, the shade displaying just how much time she had wasted. And of course, the burning, needing sensation still remained.

She was ready to scream in frustration, even though it wouldn’t have done any good. Dash did, however, let out an angry whistle from between her teeth as she wiped her hooves on the grass, and massaged her aching wings with a frown.

Yet another day when she was denied. It was aggravating in the extreme. It was downright unpleasant, it was a cruel curse, it was unfair, it –

“Hiya, Dashie!”

Rainbow Dash let out a scratchy yelp as she rolled down the grassy knoll, straining to leap to her hooves at the sound of Pinkie Pie’s voice. The goofily grinning pink party pony stood next to her before she knew it, extending a hoof to help her up.

“Pinkie Pie!” Dash spluttered, heat blossoming into her face. “You – I don’t – did you follow me?”

“Eeyup,” she nodded intently, her grin widening. “All the way out here. How come you’re all the way out here, Dashie?” Pinkie asked, brushing a lock of vibrant puffy mane from her face.

Dash was still a little baffled as to how the mare had snuck up on her in the first place, and desperately struggled to hide her embarrassment.

“I-I was, I was-was just, uh,” Rainbow Dash blushed, Pinkie Pie’s unwavering stare boring a hole in her. “Uh… cloud watching. For… next Tuesday.” She lied weakly. Pinkie nodded her head slowly, and Rainbow Dash refrained from letting out a relieved sigh.

“With your hoof way up in your va-jay-jay?” Pinkie tilted her head curiously.

Dash immediately began spluttering and stuttering for an answer, earning a good natured cackle from Pinkie Pie. The party pony patted her on the back, shaking her head slowly.

“Dashie, Dashie, Dashie,” she giggled. “Asking if I followed you. Silly filly. What you should have asked was ‘how long was I watching’ instead.” Pinkie gave her a sly grin.

Humiliated, Rainbow Dash hung her head.

Feeling a bit remorseful for her friend, Pinkie tried to change tactics.

“So, how come it takes you so long, anyway?” Pinkie hummed, her goofy smile widening.

After a moment, Rainbow Dash rubbed the back of her neck and mumbled “I didn’t.”

“… Sorry, didn’t what?” Pinkie blinked, honestly confused.

“I can’t,” Dash admitted furiously, her cheeks burning again. “I can’t-can’t get off.”

It suddenly became much harder to look Pinkie in the eyes, but if she had, Dash would have seen Pinkie’s mouth forming a silent ‘o’ in understanding.

“Like, as in, all day?” Pinkie asked curiously.

“As in, ever,” Rainbow seethed miserably. “I’ve never been able to-to… you know…”

“Squirt? Come? Spurt? Spooge? Ejaculate?” Pinkie offered helpfully, only serving to embarrass Rainbow Dash further. It was like spending a day as Fluttershy for all the head-hanging she was doing, and in that moment, she felt a little jealous of the animal caretaker for all the mane she was gifted with to hide behind.

Dash momentarily considered simply digging herself a hole and burying herself in it, if only to escape the odd look that her friend was giving her.

“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash nodded miserably. “That.”

Pinkie nodded carefully, holding her chin in her hoof.

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, brows furrowing even though a smirk was growing on her lips once again. Pinkie held her gaze, thinking. “Okay, okay. I think I might have just the solution to poor Dashie’s ‘problem’…” Pinkie whispered ominously.

“You-you do?” Rainbow Dash perked up obliviously, her heart pounding hopefully in her ears. Maybe this situation would be turned around after all!

“Oh, yes,” Pinkie turned from her, a mischievous leer twitching across her face as she clapped her hooves together. “Yes, Dashie, I know just what to do to you.”

“… Hang on, what?”

“With!” Pinkie whirled on the spot, holding up her hooves innocently. “What to do with you.”

“… Not so sure I like the sound of that,” Rainbow Dash shuffled her wings nervously.

“Screw that noise!” Pinkie threw her foreleg over her friend’s shoulder cheerfully, leading her back toward Ponyville. “Rainbow Dash, I know exactly what to do."

And, as Pinkie Pie explained her plan, it became apparent that poor Rainbow Dash never stood a chance.

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