Lost now Found

For the next week Dash continued her courtship of Soarin, never once mentioning anything about sex. To her surprise, neither did he. They went to a movie, had a nice dinner (with a depressing lack of candles), went on a picnic, and tonight they had stargazing planned.

Neither was incredibly good with constellations but the romantic feel of being under the stars alone with someone was too much for either of them to pass up. Dash had found that, incredibly, Soarin was a hopeless romantic like herself. Unlike her he believed in fate and destiny but this did not hinder his ability to participate in emotional and sensual dates. In spite of all of this, Dash felt separated from Soarin, like she was still apart from him.

Her mastermind scheme had worked perfectly, and he had more than proven his truthfulness and loyalty to her, but now she couldn't get their first encounter out of her head as she wished to feel such pleasure again.

Dash thought about this as she rearranged the clouds in the sky to form a line over some dry farmland near the edge of town. She didn't want to be the one to instantiate physicality. She wanted Soarin to romanticize it, to woo her into passionate sex. She could feel herself almost dripping just thinking about it. Her cravings had grown intense since she had realized how it felt last weekend, and she was barely managing to hold out for when Soarin made his move.

As she distractedly moved a cloud, she noticed a pink, vibrating dot on the ground out of the corner of her eye. Looking down, she saw a flailing Pinkie Pie who, upon getting her attention, motioned for her to come down. Dash had told her quite a bit about her and Soarin, minus any intimacy. She wasn't quite ready to share this information with her, and this caused Pinkie to constantly bug her for updates. Pinkie wasn't looking simply for relationship status though, she was checking to see if Dash had ridden him yet. With every passing day, Pinkie became less subtle about asking about the "situation"

"Have you fucked yet?" Pinkie asked while Dash was still 30 feet in the air. Dash, appalled by Pinkie's shouting about such things angrily replied to her.

"No! What the hell is wrong with you? I swear to Celestia you've not got two brain cells to rub together to create a coherent thought!" Dash half laughed the last bit of it. Her temper was no where near what it used to be and she had to laugh at Pinkies occasional dumbass moments. She was serious about Pinkie minding to herself though so she continued with, "Pinkie your persistance is pretty annoying. Mind telling me why you're so interested?"

"Because it makes absolutely no sense to me why you haven't had him bang your brains out yet. Isn't that what guys are for? Riding them until you're so absolutely senseless with the fun of it that you just fall over and pass out?" it was funny but she was being incredibly serious for once in her life. Pinkie always knew how to have a good time.

"Have you never heard of romance? Or an actual relationship?" Dash asked her. She thought that surely even Pinkie appreciated a nice walk on the beach after sunset.

"Bitch Please," she said with a wave of her hand, "romance is for pansies who have no idea how much fun they're missing" she finished this with a wink to Dash which was not entirely well received.

"Fuck you too." Dash said with a nice bird to add to her point. She ran past Pinkie, giving a light shoulder check, and lifted off. She wasn't really upset with Pinkie that much, she understood that that girl would be a party animal for the rest of her days, she was just done listening to her for the third time this week. She could only take so much of the eccentric sarcasm in one sitting.

Dash continued to work as the day progressed, she had taken on extra hours recently so that she had more control over her schedule and could demand time off when she wanted to go out with Soarin. She had scheduled herself a full day today, planning to head off to meet Soarin at around 8 pm. Unfortunately that meant she would be exhausted when she got there.

She kept thinking about Soarin while she worked, which made her more and more restless. She did'nt realize how badly she would crave action when she'd gotten a taste of it. She knew from plenty of people that it was great and all, but no one ever seemed to talk about how incredibly addicting it was.

She hadn't even lost her virginity yet but was thinking of the most deplorable things as she pushed clouds around. She made herself unbelievably horny whilst falling prey to such thoughts, and an hour out from getting off work she could feel some of her liquids beginning to dribble down her thigh.

She bit her lip as she exerted her groin muscles to try to contain herself, but only succeeded in giving herself a hot flash and worsening the problem. Finally, just fifteen minutes from quitting time, she felt so pent up and ready to explode that she found the nearest cloud and plopped herself down on top of it.

She unzipped her pants and pulled them down with her underwear and opened her legs. As the cool mist tickled her vagina she closed her eyes and thought of Soarin whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he caressed her head and rubbed her thigh. Her snatch involuntarily squeezed up at the thought and squirted out some of its excitement onto the cloud. Dash bit her lip again as she spread her legs wider to try and drain her cavity a bit and let herself air out. The sensation was amazing, and it made her horniness explode into new, impossible levels.

Dash reached down with her right hand and used her middle finger to rub up and down her vagina, which was slightly ajar due to the angle of her legs. She shivered at the feeling as it wreaked havoc in her body and she rubbed her clit to pleasure herself even more. She gasped and moaned at the intense joy of her nub being massaged and then pushed her middle finger into herself, penetrating up to her second knuckle before suddenly stopping. She opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings, looked at herself. She sat on top of a rain cloud whilst on the job with her pants dropped and her finger half inside herself. Worst of all, Soarin was nowhere near where she was.

Reluctantly, she pulled her sticky finger out of herself and used the cloud's moisture to rinse it off. Her vagina was in full excitement and literally pouring out sex juices to the point that some of them were escaping the cloud and falling to the pasture below. It never ceased to amaze her how much liquid was contained inside one organ.

She pulled up her pants and checked her watch.

She was 10 minutes into overtime.

Only a flash of rainbow colors could be seen as she flew towards their meeting place.