Tuggin' One Out

by Armada

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Sex, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 2000

You've always been a fast runner, but Equestria's fastest pegasus just might make the first move.

You've always been a fast runner but Equestria's fastest pegasus just might make the first move.

2nd Person Fic

Rated [Cheeky] as per the SFG Group guidelines.

Published 2012-03-23 07:14:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-23 07:14:01 UTC

Tuggin' One Out

“Hey dude, I got some more porn, can I come hang and share it with you later?” The voice of Rainbow Dash is inappropriately loud for a normally conspiratorially subject, as she trots over to you.

You eagerly greet your old pal, “Hey Dash, ya big perv, got another for my clop folder, eh? Sometimes I swear you’re trying to get me to clop myself into a coma.”

Dash laughs at the proposition. “Yeah, then who would I race against? Applejack’s too busy, and I hate to pull her off her job just so she can lose!” she boasts while polishing her hoof on her chest. Indeed, you were probably one of the few Ponies, let alone Earth Ponies who could hold their own in a hoof race against Rainbow Dash; in most part thanks to your cutie mark. You’d been running track since just primary school, and your cutie mark of a line of hoof prints illustrated your simple and raw talent at running.

“Ok, sure you can come over, meet me when you get off shift, I’ll be home by then. Gotta go now Dash, time for my run!” you shouted back at her over your shoulder as you cantered off to the Ponyville Race Track.

Dash’s face fell for a split second before she called back, “‘K! I’ll see ya later!” You just barely heard her, as your inherent speed had already carried you to near the edge of earshot.
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Ponyville racetrack was not especially noteworthy, but large tracts of land levelled out for running rarely were. You ran around the track at your best clip, thinking about anything that came to your mind. The first subject was your racing. You’d developed yourself as a long distance runner for marathons and long relays. You actually met Dash for the first time during a race, the “Running of the Leaves” a few years back. That had been as close a race as you’d ever have. You and Dash had hit it off in the winner’s circle and ever since then you’d both practice in each other’s company. She would usually fly around the infield, while you did laps but you could usually drag her down for a brace of races. She likes sprints and time-trials the best because she was a natural speedster, the fact that she won four times out of five helped stroke her ego too. But you never let her get complacent either; you saw each other as rivals and you’d take every chance you had to beat her, just for the challenge. Naturally, the next thing you thought about was tonight. Neither of you had ever specifically decided to start sharing porn, it had just come about as a result of a great friendship. You thought back to how it came about; it had been the first time she caught you surfing porn:

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You were looking at some porn from Neighpon, the exaggerated proportions and high quality of the work was especially appealing. You weren't clopping; you didn't even intend to, it was just a casual browse on your computer. When suddenly, you're startled badly by Dash's voice from behind you: "Ha! I've got no idea how anypony would think that a filly can stretch like that, let-alone have a good time while they're at it!"

Your pulse shoots through the roof and you whip around in your chair so fast you hear your neck crack. "Dash! What the?! How did you get in here?" You throw your body over the screen, trying to cover the incriminating evidence. "It uhhh... it isn't what it looks like! I... was just... uhhh..."

"Looking at porn?" Dash says with a bemused expression, "It doesn't matter to me dude, everypony does it." You ease back into your chair, your heartbeat settling down and you go to exit the porn when Dash puts her hoof on your shoulder. "Hold on, I was enjoying reading that, you can't usually find porn with a good plot like this one." You ease back into your chair again; slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of browsing porn with your best friend, but, eventually, it becomes natural.

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Some would think oddly of the relationship, a colt and a filly browsing porn together, but you saw her as your best friend first. You finished your fifteenth lap as your mind finished recalling that incident. “Hang on, how long was she reading that over my shoulder?” It must have been a while, if she got so into the plot.

You finish another dozen laps and called it a day, twelve kilometers took you about 20 minutes at your practice speed, you’d push yourself harder on some days and softer others. You spend two laps cooling down, and finish with the same stretches you used before you ran. From the Ponyville Track, you head back towards your house, a humble bungalow on the other side of the village. You wish that there was a house for sale closer to the track; it would make it easier on you to get to the track-not that you couldn't handle the trip to and from the track, but still.

Part way between the track and your house is the Ponyville library, run by a friend of Dash’s: Twilight Sparkle. The library was your destination before you went home, you would get a drink from the library and check out any reading you were interested in. You visit the library in some capacity every day, and you had gotten to know Twilight as well as her assistant: Spike.

You pull open the door and walk toward the back of the library to water yourself at the fountain. The water is lukewarm at first but soon turns biting cold and it is sooo refreshing. Your thirst quenched, you head up on to the second floor adult section of the library. There, you find Twilight rolling up a scroll and cleaning up her chemistry set.

“Heya Twilight, identify any new elements today?” you jokingly ask.

Twilight turns and tucks away her supplies with her magic. She notices exactly who you are and blushes sheepishly. Laughing, she responds, “Oh, not today, but don’t discount the idea of adding Twilightium to your periodic table just yet!” She looks at you directly and smiles widely.
After a beat you realize she’s joking and you laugh obligingly.
“So what are you actually up to?” You ask her, genuinely curious.

“Oh, I wasn’t actually doing an experiment today, I was just cleaning my beakers, flasks, vials and graduated cylinders,” she explains. Her face seems to get hopeful for a moment. “Anything new with you?”

“Nope, just back from my workout, then, hanging out with Dash later.” You decided not to mention your intended activities. How would ‘oh, yeah, me and Dash are going to do a porn share, it ought ’ta be sweet’ sound to Twilight?

“Okay then, is there anything I can help you with?” Twilight asks, enthusiastically ushering you along one of the bookcases.

“Yeah, actually I want to try an energy drink but not something bought off a shelf. What will I need to know about nutrition to mix my own?” Twilight starts taking you towards the health sciences section.

“Hmm, I was just reading about this the other day, so let’s see... you’ll need a water base as a solvent, about a litre. Then a tablespoon of salt. One per litre.”

“Hang on Twilight, salt? I don’t wanna get drunk out there!” You say; incredulous.

“No no no, your sweat contains small amounts of salt, so you need to replenish it. Here, the whole recipe is in this book. She hands it to you. “Hydro Hoofbeat’s Hypotonic drinks!” She declares proudly.

“Thanks Twilight, this is great! Can you check me out now?”
“I sure can...” Twilight mumbles. “Err, I mean, yeah, just come with me to the front!”

After checking your new book out, you say goodbye to Twilight and shoot a “See ‘ya!” to Spike and head back home.

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You’re just finishing mixing some juice into your new sport drink, when Dash walks through the door.
“Hey how’s it going?” She notices your work, “wow I never saw you as the mad scientist type!”

“No way, there’s not enough money in mad science” you joke “I’m making druuuuuuugs!” you turn around and do your best evil face before bursting out laughing.

“Bwahahaha! Hey, you want me to be your hoe-ny? Turn tricks on the corner?” Dash jokes and you fall to the floor.
“Hoh gah- ha p-please! My sides! I can’t *gasp* b-breath!” you’re slamming your hoof on the floor, your sides cramping from how hard you’re laughing.

You barely manage to get your laughter under control when you look up and see Dash posing in the most suggestive positions she could manage without putting any clothes on to augment her appearance.

“Bwohahahaha!”

“Ha ha ha, come on buddy, I think you’ll like this one,” Dash holds up a data card which you know has the porn she was talking about earlier today.
You finally manage to calm down on your way to the computer, forcing oxygen back into your lungs. “Okay, let’s see this thing”

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Dash is just behind you, reading the story with you; you’ve gotten through the first chapter about a filly who would telepathically feel any sexual stimulation happening to other fillies in the area. The one you were reading now was about a couple on a beach vacation.

“Pbhwahahahahaha! ‘I’m going to rape you!’ bwahahahahaha! I *gasp* can’t *gasp* believe any filly could say that! *gasp* and with that face! With her hooves wrapped around his dick like that!” You’re reduced to tears again with this chapter where the female protagonist gets fed-up with the colt’s indecisiveness and decides to take the initiative.

“Haha, oh wow, Dash I’m glad you brought this, I love you for stuff like this.” you off-handedly comment.

“Hah, well yeah, I can see why you might, I’m pretty awesome.” Dash says and props one leg up on your withers, using you as a leg rest. You prepare to weather her weight on your wither for the foreseeable future but suddenly, you feel her weight leave your shoulder and hear her shuffle backwards. You don’t think anything of it until you feel a sudden and unmistakably pleasurable tug on your tail. You let out a groan of pleasure, you had been put in the mood by the comic, but you were never expecting Dash to stimulate you like that.

“Da-Dash, what are you doing? That’s m-” your breath is snatched from you by a second tug on your tail.

“I like you... You’re a great guy to be around and I wanted- I wanted to be with you for a while and I’ve been dropping hints as much as I can. But you never made a move, so now...” she adopted the same face as the girl in the comic; “I’m going to rape you!” She gave another tug on your tail, sending another jolt of pleasure along your body.

“Ahhhhh... Dash, I’m not so sure”*tug*”hnnnnnngh! I... Da-*tug*...DAAAAAASH!”

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The two of you ended up in a sweaty pile at the foot of the bed, a sheet draped over you like a double sized toga. A cracked window letting in a breeze of cool night air, you hadn’t realized you had been at it that long it had been mid-afternoon when you started. The sex had been an athletic feat, not an interplay of dominance or aggression, despite the aggressive genesis. Dash’s head leans into the crook of your leg, looking up at you and speaking when she gets your attention.

“So, are we going to be serious?” Dash asks.

“I think we can both handle this Rainbow Dash, so, yeah, I’d like to go that way.” you reply, pensive about her coming response.

Rather than put it to words, Dash reaches up and kisses you.