"Too damn hot." Dash fumbled with her front door, throwing it open and falling half in, half out, of her doorway. She looked up and gave a long groan as she lifted her backside off the floor and started scooting her body across the floor. She planted her face in the cold cloud floor and tried to cool down. As her face cooled down she was reminded of the heat between her legs.
She wiggled her hips before shifting from leg to leg, trying to jostle her sex. She pulled her face out of the clouds and looked around the room. Her house was usually cool but the summers heat was starting to seep in, one of the bad things about having a house comprised of one material was once that material heated up, it heated up.
At this rate she was going to end up evaporating the entire thing if she sat her flank down in the wrong place. Dash eventually stood up and walked around the room, "Stupid sun, stupid heat, stupid heat, stupid stupid." Dash grumbled angrily as she hurried her pacing. She started flipping through a mental list of things that make her angry, heat, of both sorts, was near the top.
She kept grumbling to herself while she started galloping around the room, "Ah! I can't take this!" She marched out of the room and towards her kitchen, the only place in her house that was always cool. She charged into the room and flung the fridge door open. She swung her flank around and let the cold air flow past her, "Oh my gosh." Dash stepped back until her flank bumped against the shelves.
She flipped her tail up to give the cold air complete access to her. She slowly leaned her front to the floor while keeping her flank high in the air. It struck her that she was all but presenting to her fridge. She wiggle her flank before giving a raspy laugh, "You like that milk, you like it when I move my flank?" She snickered as she flashed the content of her fridge.
She backed her flank hard into the machine, causing it to tilt, "Whoa no!" She tried her best to keep it from swinging back towards her, managing to stop it half way. The door to the freezer popped open, a bag of frozen carrot slices fell out and landed on her back, "Cold!" Dash shrieked as she arched her back. She was stuck with a frozen bag of carrots on her back while trying to keep her fridge from toppling over and crushing her.
She suffered through the bitter cold and shoved her fridge back against the wall. Once it was stable she bit the end of the bag and tossed it on the ground. She stared angrily at the invading bag. She walked over and sat on it, wiggling her flank until she could feel the bag absorbing her burning heat.
She let out a soft sigh as she looked around the room. Her near traumatic accident had littered her kitchen with boxes and bags that had fallen from her freezer. She also note her milk, sadly seeping into her floor, "Dang it!" She stomped a hoof, blowing the bag beneath her wide open and showering the room in carrots, "Double damn!"
She waited as long as she could, letting the remnants of the bag pull the heat out of her body. After a few minutes she stood up and started tossing the spilled food into her fridge. Box by box each one was flung back into the gaping fridge, "Stupid- broccoli, I don't even like broccoli. Stupid peas- stupid- wait a minute." She looked at the rainbow design on the box in her hooves, "Oh no way!" She shook the box, a soft rustling resonating from inside the cold cardboard box. She nearly squealed as she pulled the box open.
She smiled wide at the white packages, tearing one wide open and revealing the rainbow popsicle that waited inside. She smiled wide before wrapping her lips around the treat and sucking on it like a needy filly. She moaned as the sugary flavor rushed over her tongue. She pressed her tongue along the base and licked up all the way, flicking her tongue against the tip and breaking off the tip.
She pulled it out and suckled on the chunk in her mouth until the syrup melted onto her tongue. She popped her mouth open and gave a satisfied ahhh. "I freak love these things." She barely stopped talking before driving the popsicle back into her mouth, she rolled her tongue around the oddly phallic treat. Maybe if stallions tasted like this she would actually worry about her heat, but for now she reveled in the slimy treat invading her mouth.
She sucked along the length, pressing her tongue into the now flat head of the treat. She felt a little dirty as she gave the icy confection a tongue bath. She swirled her tongue around, swirled the popsicle around, and sucked hard, trying to draw as much sugar from it as possible.
On a particularly juicy drag she let out a sultry moan. Her eyes popped open as she heard herself, she pulled the stick from her mouth. She could feel herself blushing as she rolled the remnants of the popsicle in her mouth. She couldn't help but notice her crotch burning from the flavor and feeling in her mouth.
She stared at the stick for a moment, wondering if she should- oh but she couldn't- but it's blistering hot- but- oh screw it, she thought.
With a devious smile she found the box and sat down. She jammed another treat in her mouth and started sucking the color out of the rainbow treat. She gave in and just started moaning as she gave the popsicle a sloppy suckoff. She pulled it from her mouth with a pop, "Oh my gosh!" She felt her floor as it evaporate beneath her heated sex, getting her backside jammed in the hole.
She flailed for a bit until her rump was free of the hole. The popsicle had fallen sloppily on the floor, "Damn it." She swore angrily as she pulled some clouds over to fix the hole. Once her house was fixed she walked over to the dead popsicle, something about the way it was sticking out of the floor, the sloppy look as it dripped onto the floor, it was only making her sex even more heated.
"Ooooh." She mumbled to herself as she shifted her legs up and down, "I don't even like penis!" She screamed, trying to convince herself that her thoughts were completely out of place. Dash had never liked stallions and her luck with mares has been somewhat lacking lately.
She paced around the lewdly protruding popsicle. Two laps later and she sat and stared at it. She had made up her mind but still wanted to seem apprehensive for the sake of modesty. She turned her plot to the popsicle, "Oh no, I'm tripping!" She started lowering her backside, "Oh...no...."
She exaggerated her tumbled until she felt the sticky cold squish against her sex, "Oh my gosh!" She nearly squealed as she sat herself dead center with the treat. The way it melted against her sex, sticking to her flesh and short hair around her sex was making her want to rub it deeper.
She squished her flank against the floor and tried to sandwich the poor pop between her flesh. It wasn't enough, even this was just making her body hotter and hotter. She needed more, more cold, more stickiness, more flavor. Dash reached out and found the box, she shook out two more and pulled the wrapping open, jamming one in her mouth and rolling on her back.
She pushed the invader in her mouth to the roof with her tongue and fumbled with the second. She eventually maneuvered it to her chest. She gave a long moan into the juicy intruder as she traced the frozen rainbow rod down her body.
Once it go low enough she traced it quickly around both of her nipples before reaching her free hoof down and spreading her sex. Once she had pulled her mound open she slowly moved the tip of the popsicle down and onto her nub. She would have screamed at the odd contact if not for the other one jammed in her mouth. As it where she could only moan as she dug the tip of the popsicle in, gliding it past her walls and prodding her tunnel.
Her mind went buzzing as she felt the cold treat threatening to enter her. As much as she knew how amazing it would feel to have an ice cold rod stuffed inside her, she couldn't help but shake the feeling that this was going to be rather...sticky. Not exactly the: let's experiment at summer camp, sticky, but still.
While she debated it in her head, her body worked for her, driving the popsicle inside and giving her an ice cold rush through her lower body. She nearly bit through the stick in her mouth as she lapped madly at the remnants of ice in her mouth. She was in heaven as the quickly melting ice dick slid slowly inside her. Each inch her hips would buck, legs twitching helplessly in the air. She threw her head back as a trickle of rainbow tinted water slid across her cheek.
She loved the way her muscles grabbed and squeezed the impromptu ice dildo. The dripping water sliding across her sex was even better than the coldest shower, the tip of the popsicle prodded her depths, the flavor in her mouth was amazing, it was all too much, she was going to cum.
Before Dash could reach that special moment a knock came from her door. She felt the stick crack as she swung her head up and bit it in half. She rolled onto her belly and popped upright, rushing to the door and spitting the stick across the room.
She lowered her tail and slowly pulled the door open, "Rainbow Dash, there you are!" Cloudchaser peaked into her home, "You're late for the end of summer."
"End of summer...that's today?" Dash asked nervously.
"Yeah...uh...looks like you've been enjoying it up until the bitter end." She laughed, "Ya got a little." She brushed her hoof along her muzzle.
Dash quickly mirrored her and came back with a multicolored streak on her foreleg, "Oh...yeah- heh. I forgot I had them."
Cloudchaser just smiled, "Well come on-" Something caught her nose, "Maybe go take a shower first...you smell a little...sweaty."
"Heh...working out...kitchen...mess...clean." Dash mumbled as she slowly closed the door, "I'll find you soon...."
"Ooookay then...seeya." Dash closed the door on the other weatherpony. Just at the door clicked shut a soft clattering came from behind her. She slowly turned around to see a mushy popsicle stick sitting in a rainbow puddle on her floor.
She kicked a rug over it and ran back into her kitchen. The sticky syrup from the desserts was starting to harden, causing her to waddle like she just got deflowered for the first time. Granted this was the first time she'd done it with a popsicle, and the first time she'd done it with an inanimate object, but still it bugged her.
She caressed the box before placing it gingerly in her freezer. She couldn't help but feel a sudden cold quickly replacing the summers heat. She also found the once pleasing cold on her sex was growing rather uncomfortable. But there was no better cure for the cold than a hot shower. And maybe, she thought, no she knew, there was no better treat for her than a rush of water bursting against her from an adjustable shower head.
