A Pegasus Is Fine, Too

Chapters

"We Could Hypnotize Her"
An Apology Frozen Alive
Staying Awake in a Dream

"We Could Hypnotize Her"

The day was hot; scorching even. And for Thunderlane, the sun was only half to blame. It was as if the heat burned him from both inside and outside, and every time he stole a glance at the rainbow mare – this was about every fifth second – he felt a sudden wave of warmth washing over him. Had it been only that, he might’ve managed, but when his symptoms began turning visible, he had to do something about them. He couldn’t mumble excuses fast and incoherently enough before flying on his way. Water. I need water. A lot of water. Soaring high, he spotted a small pond nearby, and without thinking dived right in. The surface broke with a magnificent splash. It fractured again when his head and neck bounced from the depths. He shook his head, and submerged again.

When he surfaced for the second time, he yelped. “Dash!”

Rainbow Dash, floating just above the water and the pegasus therein, eyed him disapprovingly. Her blue cap shaded her eyes ominously. “Lane…what are you doing?”

He almost sank back before her voice. “Uhm…taking a break?”

“On whose permission, might I ask?” Her every syllable was a needle.

“Look, it was an emergency!” he blurted, splashing the water as he waved apologetically with his front hooves. “I had a, uh…I just had to go, alright.”

“I could ask a better explanation from a duck, Lane. You’re not a duck, are you?”

He almost quacked, but thought better of it at the last moment. “Well I…Let’s say it was getting kinda hot for me…”

She raised an eyebrow. “What, you got a boner?”

He nodded, his chin underwater.

Not even a ghost of a smirk harassed her face. “So? Just clop it off.”

“Tried that already,” he said from the water level. “Once in the morning and again before the training. Didn’t help.” He gave her a strangely shy look. “I think it’s your fault.”

Dash only rolled her eyes. “I seriously hope you weren’t trying to flatter me with that.” She sighed heavily. “Okay. Do what you need to do and get back asap. I had to give the rest an early break because of this, and I’m not gonna make it a minute longer.” She easily rose a few more meters, and gave him a one more annoyed look. And then she flew away.

Thunderlane watched her go, unsure of what to feel. It’s as if the last Tuesday never happened. She is treating me just like before, just another pair of wings with his Hoofer test results stamped on his forehead. He began swimming, taking his time. As he got to the shore, he glanced between his hind legs, and sighed. And I guess the fact is only making me hornier. He shook the water off himself, and checked that his bright teal mane was still protruding properly, which it inevitably was. No matter what I do, it won't get down. He looked around, searching for a comfortable place to lay down, and soon spotted a shady place by a lonely tree and some bushes. He trotted over, checked that nopony was around, and lay against the hard bark.

At first, he only sat there for a while. Even in the shade, the temperature was formidable, although his still wet coat cooled him comfortably. Before him, there spread the pond and the typical rustic view that he had spent his whole life in. The village lay to his right, resting by the stream, while the flying track was hidden behind a small wood, although he could every now and then spot somepony flying above the place. They can’t see me, though. My coat and this shade make sure of that. Without taking his eyes off the small flying dots, he reached idly for his semi-hard member.

Its surface was still a bit damp, which somewhat dulled his touch. He was too worked up to let it dry properly though, and with a rhythmical motion, he began massaging himself. His hoof slid effortlessly by the cock’s right side, moving under him every now and then. It was easy going, gentle movements, light brushing. No matter how horny a pony was, a third time in a day required a bit warming up. He begun circling his head, and from there moved to his middle ring, twitching himself. By then he was already fully erect and ready for the next step.

He closed his eyes. Images of various mares started running over his vision, all of whom he knew in person, at least to a degree. Miss Cheerilee, Helia, Roseluck…they all had a place in his personal library of poses, expressions, and views. He kept on leafing through them, taking his time, searching for that one particular impression that would incite him the most at the moment. When the more familiar faces failed to incite the desired response, he moved to more unfamiliar waters. Twilight, Colgate, Rarity…Pinkie Pie…hmmm…no, not quite, but close… His left wing stirred in his back, and stretched to aid his hoof. Its feathery touch, while not as strong, was infinitely times more tender and delicate.

No matter how many mares, and the occasional stallion, he went by, there was no escaping the one closest to him. Rainbow Dash…there’s no beating you. He gasped as his work was beginning to carry fruit; already a trail of precum oozed from his tip. His wingtip, agile and wiry, half cupped his member, and stroked it in long movements, inciting more quiet moans from him. He imagined Rainbow Dash getting down on him, something she had never done in reality, pictured those thin, cyan lips wrapping around his tip, sucking gently. Her tongue, lean and dexterous, joined in, lapping his underside, teasing him to the point of insanity. He started panting. Her tongue moved slower now, crossing past her own lips only to wipe over his tip again, then travelling along his length over to his balls.

But then something unexpected happened in his fantasy. Another mare appeared along Rainbow Dash, just as hot but different in so intricately different ways that it would have been pointless to count them all. A yellow mare with a pink mane, a mane so rich and soft one could drown just from the sight of it. “Fluttershy,” he whispered. She smiled on her knees in front of him, and kissed his tip that Rainbow Dash had passed onto her. She took in the first inch without breaking the eye contact. He gazed into the bright teal eyes, eyes like the burnished ice, eyes like the sweetest vice. And he cummed.

His back arched slightly and his mouth cracked open in a long, erratic moan. He tried to catch his orgams into his wing, but still some managed to spurt on his stomach and legs. After the glow had subsided, he opened his amber eyes to wonder at his work. Despite the third time of the day, the mess was still quite handsome. He raised his wing and watched the thick, white goo stretch between his feather tips as he flickered them. There was something deeply satisfying in watching the strings of protein staining him like that.

After a while he trotted back to the pond, and waded waist deep into the blue waters. As he was washing himself, a sound of wingbeats from behind made him cringe. “Almost done!” he said hurriedly, rinsing quickly the rest of himself off his wings. He turned around. “I was just washing off the–.” He had to bite his tongue to cut out the last word. “Oh, hi Fluttershy…”

Fluttershy, standing on the shore with a flock of ducklings around her, smiled kindly at him. “Hello, Thunderlane. You don’t have to hurry for our sake; there’s plenty of room in the pond.”

It took a moment before her words got to him. “Ah, yeah, sure there is. I was just, uhm, well, washing myself.” He gave her what he hoped was a casual smirk.

Fluttershy blinked, and smiled some more. “I see. Did the day’s feather drill end early?”

“Nah, nah, they’re still going on,” he answered, nodding at the direction of the flying track. “I think I should be joining them, really.” He trotted on the shore towards Fluttershy.

“I hope you’ll have fun,” she said kindly. “I’d come to follow, but the ducks asked me to watch over their young for a few hours.” She glanced down on her hooves where a score of little feathery things with bills and webbed feet huddled. They were eyeing the stallion with some suspicion. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, bending over the ducklings. “Go on; have a swim now. But don’t trail too far from the shore. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

With some hesitation, the ducklings wobbled into the water, where they immediately started playing. Thunderlane gave them an indifferent glance, and looked at the mare again. A week ago, he would’ve just said goodbye and flown on his way. A week ago, he wouldn’t have even thought about anything else. But now, a sense of curiosity tempted him. “You help them out often?” he asked.

“Every time they need me to,” she said, following the ducklings with her bright teal eyes. “That is what I do; help animals. And sometimes they help me.” She noticed that he was looking at her, and suddenly she was looking shyly at her forelegs.

She really is worthy of her name. “Uhm…yeah, so I’ve heard. RD once told me that nature is a second nature to you.”

She actually blushed a bit. “Heh…She can be witty like that...” The blinking eyes peeked at him from the cover of her mane. “Do you spent a lot of time with Dashie?”

Does she always call her “Dashie”? “Two hours twice per day, minus every third day, which are for resting.” He smiled amusedly. “I can say that’s enough.” At least what comes to training.

“She can be very demanding,” agreed Fluttershy, still talking mostly from the confines of her mane. “But tender, too…” An almost dreamy look captured her for a fleeting moment. But then she remembered the stallion’s presence, and the blush returned in its abundance. “I-I mean, in the general sense…”

They really are lovers. How odd is that? “Really? I couldn’t have guessed.”

“T-the ducklings need help, I-I think,” she muttered into her mane, walking past him. “Maybe I should be closer to them…”

“Okay…?” said Thunderlane, watching her trot into the water. I guess Rainbow wasn’t kidding. Fluttershy seriously doesn't fancy talking about sex, not one bit. “I should be going by now, too,” he said to her back. “Dash must be boiling at this point. So…bye?”

“Goodbye, Thunderlane,” she said, looking at the ducks that were gathering around her.

The stallion gave her one last look, and flew to the flying track. He had barely landed when Rainbow Dash flew over to him, brows furrowed. “You sure took your sweet time,” she said pointedly. “Let’s hope the trend isn’t growing.” She looked at the clock on her wrist, and clicked her tongue sharply. “Your time started running ninety six seconds ago. Better catch up.”

It’s like I never left. He beat himself up again, and speeded to the track, not even picking up his goggles that he had left on a nearby bench. Already after the first lap, the air resistance made tears run from his eyes. He had to slow down just so he wouldn’t trail off the path. When the time was finally up, he was barely sweating. As Rainbow Dash flew to him, he could practically taste the sarcasm emanating from her.

“Pretty good, Lane. You tots rocked the team’s slowest pony record that Derpy had held for so long.” She circled him in the air, front legs crossed above her chest. “And she even changed direction during the flight.”

“Glad to keep the cup moving, coach.” He glanced at the other side of the track where the rest of the weather team was waiting. The few that were looking at them averted their gaze as they noticed his. He turned to look at Rainbow Dash who was still circling him, and said more quietly: “I chatted a bit with Fluttershy on the pond.”

“And that interests me because…?”

Here goes nothing. “It got me thinking…could we maybe visit her today?”

The mare stopped in her tracks in the air. First she glanced at him, then at the weather team, and then back at him. “Why?” Her voice had quieted down, too.

Thunderlane licked his lips. “For no reason. Just a little drop in. Nothing fancy.” He sharpened his hook with a casual wink.

The magenta eyes flickered in the sunlight. “Hold onto that thought. We can talk after the drill.”

He could barely hide his smirk while he flew behind her back to the others.

***

When the practice eventually came to its end, two pegasi lingered in the showers after the others were long gone. Rainbow stood on her hind legs with her front hooves crossed over her chest, leaning against the ceramic wall. A mild suspicion lighted her eyes as she studied the pegasus washing himself opposite to her. “And suddenly you want to get to know her?” she asked.

He didn’t turn to answer.“If that gets me in bed with you again, then yes.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Get any more blunt than that and I’ll have to sharpen you with something.”

He only shrugged, his back turned. “I can’t lie to you, Rainbow.” He turned off the water, and glanced over his shoulder. “I want you too much.”

The sound of dripping water echoed sovereignly for a few heartbeats in the small room.

“You do know that the thing last week was just sex, right?” she said carefully, her suspicion ever deeper.

He walked to her slowly, leaving a thin trail of water behind him. The mare followed his every move like a hawk. He stopped a step from her, bend his neck closer, and said with a low, tender voice: “Could I get that towel behind you?”

She blinked, and moved aside. “Not cool, stud. Not cool.” She moved onto the opposite wall, and rose to her hind legs again.

“Don’t like getting your hooves pulled?” he asked, drying his mane.

“Wasn’t exactly a hoof you were trying to pull,” she said reproachfully. “You know I don’t like getting involved in stuff.”

“If by stuff you mean relationships, then yeah, I know that.” He sighed, and gave her a conciliating smile. “I don’t have my head in the clouds, Rainbow. You belong to the sky, and even she only gets you for a few hours tops.” With a change so intricate that it’s impossible to put in words, his wistful smile turned into a playful smirk. “I’m just after some fun.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly, but a shadow of a doubt still resided in her eyes. “I’m glad we’re cool. You’re a good flier and a better friend, and I’d hate to mess those up with a heartbreak.” The final shade evaporated as she landed on all fours. “So, what’s the plan?”

“The plan?” he asked, confused.

She rolled her eyes. “You weren’t just going to barge in Fluttershy’s and hope it would all work out?”

“Uhh…”

Her hoof slapped into her forehead. “Awesome. A stallion thinking with his junk. Very original.”

He eyed her while drying his back and wings. “From what I recall, your initial plan wasn’t much different.”

“That’s why you should’ve come up with something new,” she explained, shaking her head. She rubbed her temple, thinking. “Okay…let’s start over. It’s awesome that you’re warming up on the idea, but it takes more than that to get Fluttershy on the bandwagon.”

“What exactly is the issue with her?” asked Thunderlane, putting the towel to dry. “Is she just extremely shy about it?”

“For sure…but there’s more to it,” answered Dash, still rubbing her temple. “But I can’t really put my hoof on it. Last time she said that it’d be like ‘staying awake in a dream for her’.”

“Sounds weird.”

“Tell me about it,” sighed Dash, lowering her hoof. “When it comes to sex, she gets all cryptic.”

“Maybe that’s the solution?” suggested Thunderlane. “Maybe we should try to get her point of view and not push ours?”

“Easier said than done,” said Dash, frowning. “I can’t think straight in this humidity.” She turned abruptly around and walked out of the showers. Thunderlane followed suite.

When they had made it outside, he said: “In any case, we need to talk with her about this at some point. What if we do just that and see how it plays out?”

“I have a pretty clear idea of that game already,” answered Dash, rising to her wings as soon as she got outside. “The problem isn’t how it plays out. It’s that she won't even try.” A frustrated and slightly dulled look covered her face.

This is not going well. “We could hypnotize her?” he tried.

She gave him a look. “Since when did you move to Creepyville?”

He laughed tensely. “Hah hah, a joke, just a joke.” The look didn’t budge, so he added quickly: “How about I talk with her alone? Break some of that ice?”

A shade of pity crossed her eyes. “Lane…just stop it. You’re starting to weird me out.” She turned on her back in the air, looking into the deep blue above. “This whole affair is getting a forced taste. And that’s not how it should go.”

I’m losing her, he thought desperately. “Uhm…I’m sorry. It’s just that the idea stuck to me from you. Yeah, maybe we should take this easier.”

She kept eyeing the distant clouds ponderously, swimming effortlessly on her back. “I think I’m going to visit her today…by myself.” She looked at him enigmatically. “You may have given me an idea.”

“I did?” he asked, baffled. “Was it good?”

“We’ll see,” she answered. “At least it doesn’t seem the worst one I’ve heard from you.”

“What a relief,” he said dully. He waited for a moment, but she only kept smirking at him. “Care to share it?” he asked eventually.

She turned upside down airborne, her smirk ever so intricate. “As a filly, I sleepflied on most nights. Staying awake in a dream should be just the reverse.”

***

The afternoon was well on it’s way to the horizon when Rainbow Dash finally arrived to Fluttershy’s door. She swiped the hair out of her vision, shook her shoulders, and knocked. Beside the cricket song and the chirping of the birds, no sound followed the hollow echo. She tried again, yet nopony answered to her call. On the third time, she simply pushed the door open. I don’t get why she even bothers with a door if she never locks it. Inside, the sunlight that always seemed to grow heavier towards the evening painted the hall and the living room in hospitable glow, practically inviting Rainbow Dash to make herself home.

Seeds, nuts, roots…where does she keep all her ponyfood? she thought while scouring Fluttershy’s kitchen cupboards. Amidst the pots of various herbs and dried plants, she eventually found some daisy paste and wheat bread to go along with it. She flew back to the living room with a handsome pile of daisy breads, along with some carrots. She had barely managed to sit on the couch when a ball of white fur and claws bounced on her. “Ack! What the hay!?” she yelped, furiously trying to remove the creature that hanged from her mane. “Angel! Cut that out, it’s me!” She whirled in the air, almost dropping her valuable cargo, but the bunny would not let go of her. Instead, it bit her neck. “Outch!” the mare cried. “That does it!”

She quickly rolled herself forward in the air. The bunny, his focus distracted by the mare’s neck, flew in a wide arch and landed on the couch with a soft thud. Immediately he was back on his feet, hissing at the pegasus. She glared at the snow-white devil, and said: “What’s wrong with you! You thought I was a burglar or something?!”

Angel’s gleaming eyes darted at the bunch of carrots that Rainbow was still holding in her left hoof.

Her eyes lowered on the orange goods, and an amused smile spread on her lips. “I should’ve known…Fine, have ‘em.” She flung the carrots onto the floor, and flinched as the bunny charged on them before they even had landed. He caught them by the stems with his teeth, and sprinted away like a ball lightning. “Little bugger,” muttered Dash as she watched him go. Her eyes moved to the floor, where the results of her cooking lay spread on the carpet. Naturally, all of them had landed on the side their spread was. “For the love of–”

“H-hello?” asked a shy voice by the doorstep. “Is there somepony here?”

Rainbow Dash glanced at the door, and cringed as she saw Fluttershy standing there. A bunch of ducklings clustered in her legs. “Hi ‘Shy,” said Rainbow Dash uneasily. She landed on the floor, minding the breads. “I thought to drop in but you weren’t home so…”

“Of course you can drop in anytime you want to,” said Fluttershy with a more relaxed voice. As she walked in, she noticed the bread on the carpet.

“I was hungry,” explained Dash before she could ask anything. “But Angel decided to skin me for taking some of his carrots, and this happened. I’ll clean this up now.”

“Oh, never mind that,” said Fluttershy kindly. “I was going to offer dinner for the ducklings anyway.” She looked at the baby birds, all of whom were staring intently at the mess. “Go ahead,” she urged them. “It’s all for you.”

Rainbow Dash had to rise on her wings to avoid getting overrun by the flurry of feathers that wobbled towards her. She watched with longing as her late lunch met its ultimate demise in the bills of a dozen or so hungry ducks.

“Would you like some food, too?” asked Fluttershy from Rainbow.

“That’d be awesome,” she answered and flew to Fluttershy, who closed the door behind her before heading to the kitchen. “Were you with the ducks all day?” asked Dash when they got there.

“In the pond by the flying track, yes,” she said. “Their parents should be coming for them soon.” She opened one of the cupboards, and produced the daisy paste.

Rainbow, on the other hoof, went for the bread again. “A calm day for you, then?”

“Quite so,” she answered levelly while offering the paste to her friend. “How was your day?”

“It was cool,” Dash said casually, spreading a thick layer of paste on a bread. This time, she stuffed the first one straight to her mouth. She glanced at Fluttershy, and said with a casual tone: “So, really nothing special about today?” Crumbs fell from her lips as she spoke.

Fluttershy blinked, and turned for the cupboards again. “Not really, no. Would you like apples or lettuce or something?”
The magenta eyes drilled into her neck. “Thunderlane mentioned that you chatted by the pond.” She could see how her wings stirred.

“Well, yes, we did,” she confessed while searching the cupboards. “But only a bit.” She turned with a bowl of mixed greens and fruits in her hooves, smiling happily.

Too happily, I’d say. Dash swallowed the rest of the bread, reached for a deep red apple, and took a mighty bite off it. Juice ran along her chin as she studied her friend for a moment.

“Is something wrong, Dashie?” asked Fluttershy, her smile just a tad wider.

She took another bite and chewed it before answering. “There’s this thing that has been bothering me since last week,” she said quietly. “ It’s what you said about dreams…about staying awake in one.”

Fluttershy shifted her weight on her legs, eyes narrowing. “...yes? What about it?”

“What does it mean?”

Fluttershy tilted her head. “Is that what you honestly want to know? Or are you trying to lead me somewhere else?”

Rainbow Dash put down the half eaten apple, and shrugged. “I’m not a schemer, ‘Shy. Yeah, I still want to try threesome with you, but I’m not gonna argue about it for the rest of my life.” She paused, and reached for some more bread. “Right now, I just want to get you a bit more.” As she spread more paste on the loaf, she added with a smirk: “And maybe get some more of you, too.”

Fluttershy’s smile subsided, but somehow the kind warmth of it only increased. “Oh, Dashie…That is exactly why you’re more than a friend to me.” She stepped closer to her, resting her throat against her turned shoulder. “Applejack maybe the element of honesty…but you are sincere in the sense that nopony else can be. You are…genuine.” Their coats brush against one another, the friction between them nonexistent.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes had closed, and the bread lay untouched on the kitchen table. The other mare’s body behind her felt unreal in its tenderness, in its undeniable solicitousness. To say its presence made her horny would have been coarsely wrong. Instead, it urged her to make love. “From anypony else’s mouth, I’d freak out if I heard I was more than a friend,” she whispered. “But from you, I hunger for it. It makes me…it makes me feel…home.”

“Domestic?” asked Fluttershy teasingly, travelling her nose by the curve of her neck.

“Aah!” Dash gasped, her tail lashing the air. “No…or yes, I don’t know…with you, I don’t care.” She moaned again as her nose travelled downwards the same path.

“I’d hate to make you indifferent,” continued Fluttershy, her own tail swinging idly as she planted the first kiss on the root of her neck, the spot where her spine ended. Fluttershy could feel the sharp bones under the sky-blue coat. “Maybe I need to be more attentive to your…needs.”

“Hmmhhaa,” moaned Dash, her legs tensing. “Fluttershy…you’re such a tease.” Suddenly, she felt something else beside her lips. Something hard was pecking at his hind leg. She glanced down, and saw a duckling poking at her with its tiny bill. “Whoa whoa whoa!” she blurted, immediately rising to her wings. Her attention momentarily deluded, she hit her head into a cupboard. “Ow, son of a–”

“Rainbow!” cried Fluttershy before she could finish her curse. “There’s children present!”

Rainbow Dash rubbed her head, her eyes shut and face wracked by stinging pain. “They can’t understand me…” she muttered.

“But they sense your agitation,” she explained more calmly, picking up the now shaking duckling with her wings. “It’s okay, it’s okay, we were just cuddling a bit,” she said soothingly. “Do you want some more food?”

The duckling opened its bill.

“Just a moment,” she said, and looked at Dash. “Could you get some riverweed from the stream outside? They can’t get enough of it.”

Rainbow Dash stopped rubbing her head, and gave her a slightly annoyed look. “Fine,” she said finally, and flew outside. As she returned with a bunch of wet, dark-green plants in her hooves, she found that Fluttershy had moved to the living room. The ducklings were milling all about her.

“Thank you, Rainbow,” she said as she saw her coming. “Just put them on the carpet; I need to wash it anyway.”

Dash eyed the ducklings as they surged for the weeds, and flew on the couch where Fluttershy was sitting, too. There was no sign of the suggestive undertone in her voice nor in her face; she was just Fluttershy again. But she doesn’t look awkward, either, thought Dash while studying the mare. It’s just like nothing had happened.

After a quarter of an hour, the duck parents arrived to retrieve their young. Happy and fervent quacking filled the living room for what seemed to Rainbow Dash last for hours. Fluttershy exchanged a few words with the elders, and even escorted the whole flock to the stream. By the time she returned, Dash blurted immediately after the door was closed: “What was that?”

“What was what?” Fluttershy asked, confused.

“The thing in the kitchen,” explained Dash, pointing there with a hoof. “When the duck caught us ‘cuddling’.”

Fluttershy flew across the room and settled on the couch beside her friend. “What about it?”

“You didn’t even flinch!” cried Dash, waving her hooves. “The bird caught us in action, but you just picked it up and carried on like it was nothing!”

A perplexed smile appeared on Fluttershy’s lips. “But it was nothing, Dashie. Why would you–” Her eyes suddenly grew wide. “Wait, did you get ashamed?”

A faint blush creeped up along the cyan neck. “I…uhm…”

“You felt ashamed,” repeated Fluttershy, her eyes wide with amazement. “For being exposed in sensual cuddling.”

“Well it was pretty weird,” admitted Dash, rubbing the back of her neck. “I mean, how could you not get awkward with a little duck watching you moan and, and…” The blush almost reached her cheeks now.

“I didn’t find it awkward at all,” said Fluttershy. An amused smile tickled the corner of her mouth. “You do look cute when you blush, you know.”

Rainbow Dash was smiling by now, too. “Heh, you think? I guess I should do it more often then…”

Fluttershy detached her back from the couch, and moved closer to her. “I may be of some use in that regard.” Her eyes remained half open, staring intently at the deep reddish-purple pools. “I’m glad that you came today, Dashie. It has been awfully quiet around here lately.”

Transfixed by the sapphire eyes, Rainbow Dash felt her breathing washing over her face. She reached with her hoof to touch the back of her neck. “We can fix that right enough.” She began rubbing her coat, smoothly, ponderously.

Fluttershy closed her eyes completely, and rested her head against the back of the couch. The hoof caressing her felt more like a fantasy than flesh and bone. “You wanted to know what it is to trot awake in a dream,” she mused. “I don’t think I can tell you that…but perhaps I can show it to you.”

“But I thought it would be something you don’t want to happen?” asked Rainbow Dash with mild puzzlement.

“No…I said it was something that cannot be; not an aberration, but a contradiction.” With her eyes still closed, she reached for her ear. “And because it can only be dreamed, it makes the perfect fantasy,” she whispered. Her tongue travelled over her left auricle.

“Ahhm,” moaned Rainbow Dash. Her whole body melted before the mere taste of her tongue. Powers stronger than steel ripped her into different paths, for while she wanted nothing more but to seize her friend, fall her on the floor and have her right then and there, she could not escape the undeniable eroticism that immobilized her drive, that imprisoned her lust. She trembled slightly, but did not make a move.

Fluttershy sensed her tension even with eyes closed, and responded accordingly. The second lick crossed the left side of Dash’s neck, scarcely stopping at her chest. Her smile only deepened as she heard the erratic moan that the move incited. She slowed her pace, planting a series of slow kisses on her breast. Each one stirred a quiet gasp from Dash, who watched her friend move even lower with her mouth. Dash’s breathing matched her irregular twitching and moaning, and by the time Fluttershy had moved onto her belly, her lips were dry of panting. She licked them quickly, and put a hoof on Fluttershy’s back, touching the base of her wings.

Fluttershy, who was by now laying on her stomach with her head almost in her friends lap, sighed satisfiedly as she felt her wings being massaged. She interrupted her work for a moment, enjoying her touch honed by experience. The both knew each other’s soft spots well, and even though the base of wings was a delicate area for any pegasus, in Fluttershy’s case the fact was especially true. “Hmmmhh, a bit harder,” she purred, rubbing her cheek against her stomach. Rainbow abided, and soon the purring turned into light moaning. Whereas Rainbow’s gasps of pleasure were always on the sharper side, short and intense, Fluttershy’s voice was more elusive, lower, and melodic. It was almost like ardent humming.

Suddenly, Fluttershy opened her eyes and looked up at Dash. “Uhm, it has been a while…could I ask for something?”

Dash almost ruptured into hysterical laughing, the way how timidly she had said that. “Sure, ‘Shy…anything.”

“First, I’d like to move to the bedroom,” said Fluttershy. “And then…well, I’ll show you there.” She smiled conspiratorially.

Dash looked at her curiously, yet said nothing. They got up and moved to the bedroom, stealing pecks and glances from each other on the way. When they got there, Rainbow stretched herself on the large, pink bed. “So what’s the big surprise?”

Fluttershy first closed the door, and then moved to the large wardrobe on the wall opposite to the bed. She opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a pair of…

“Stockings?” blurted Rainbow Dash, barely able to control her amusement. “What’s this, ‘Shy?”

Fluttershy didn’t flinch, but threw the garments to the bed, and dug up another pair from the confines of the drawer, which she closed. “If that wouldn’t be too much to ask…could you wear them for me?” She gave her the cutest smile on her stock. And in Fluttershy’s case, that said a lot.

The smirk died from Dash’s lips, replaced by genuine awe and esteem. “Whoah. Now that’s hot.” She shook her head, and looked at the knitted stockings in front of her. On a second look, she noticed that they were only a bit darker shade as her coat, except on top, where the colors of rainbow stood out. She couldn’t get them on fast enough. “Hey, these even have my cutie mark in them!” she said, stunned at the sight as they finally were on her. They were very long, and covered her hind legs almost completely. She stopped admiring them, and looked at Fluttershy. “When did you mak–”

Her mind blanked out. Literally, somepony just shut the lights in her skull, and severed some wires just for good measure. Before her, in the sparse light of the afternoon sun that seeped in through the closed curtains, Fluttershy posed…in stockings. The sight was innately beyond any earthly descriptions, but somewhere, on another plane of existence, a hand shook as it strived to depict the sheer overwhelming, adorable cuteness that emanated from the near divine spectacle, around which the whole universe suddenly seemed to revolve. She stood there, smiling shyly, scraping the floor with a hoof, and asked: “You like them?”

Only a drop of drool left from Rainbow Dash’s open mouth, falling on the sheets.

Fluttershy giggled at her friends reaction. “I thought to give them as a Hearth's Warming present for us, but I guess I couldn’t resist the temptation…I saw something like these in a mare’s magazine, and ever since that they’ve been on my mind.” She lifted her hind leg, inspecting how her cutie mark looked in the stocking’s surface. “There’s something very…arousing… about stockings.”

Dash coughed, the backup generator of her brain kicking in just in time. “Now that you mention…yeah, there really is.” She wiped the drool off her lips, and narrowed her eyes meaningfully. “How about you bring those legs here, and we’ll see just how sweet they are.”

Fluttershy giggled some more, and climbed on the bed. She lay on her side atop the soft blankets, her front hooves over her breast. Dash moved closer to her, her breathing intense, aligning herself better next to her. And then they kissed. Eyes closed, hooves tangling to each other, they resembled a complicated puzzle that somehow had come alive. The differences of their essences faded in the kiss that they shared: While Rainbow Dash restrained her hunger for more, Fluttershy gradually let go of her modesty, and surrendered to the flow of tongues, saliva, and heavy breathing. But they never merged completely, never crossed the last line of their souls, but only brushed on their surface. They resonated, but did not coalesce.

She tastes a bit like a daisy, thought Fluttershy. She cracked open an eye, and smiled as she saw the blush deepening on Dash’s face. She traveled her tongue quickly upwards, licking the top of her mouth. Startled, Dash opened her eyes. “Could you be on top first?” asked Fluttershy, her voice more secure than usual. “I want this to last long…and you have such good back muscles.”

“Okay,” answered Dash almost meekly. She kissed her on the forehead, and turned around in respect to her. Fluttershy pulled some pillows to support her neck. Dash climbed on top of her, and after they both had got their hind legs out of the way into comfortable positions, she lowered on her marehood. But before she made any attempt to acknowledge the wet folds, she had to kiss her stockings. The soft wool felt strangely good to her lips. She moved down, and licked her exposed thigh, and smiled as Fluttershy vibrated under her. But as she reached for her flesh again, she herself was captured by a powerful tremble of pleasure.

Fluttershy’s tongue adored her inner lips, sliding in their thoroughly wet confines with ease. Dash’s juices were dripping on her face and running along her cheeks, and she loved how they felt. Another long stroke, reaching all the way from top to bottom, forced Dash to scream in lust. Fluttershy felt her friend’s bottom push on her face, and welcomed it, drinking deep of her, whipping her tongue against the sweet flesh, all the while squeezing her ass with her front legs. “Aaaaahhh,” she moaned into her pussy as Rainbow sank her tongue into her. The deep cyan stockings pressed against her temples, but Fluttershy was only faintly aware of the fact. The bliss was too all-consuming to allow anything else to pierce through.

The slow and considerate pace that they usually started with simply crumbled away before the indomitable desire. Dash suckled Fluttershy’s clit like it was the sweetest lollipop in universe, and Fluttershy’s muzzle was buried deep into the cyan folds, her face drenched by her juices by now. She would have moaned as much as Dash did, but even breathing was beginning to prove as a challenge for her. She pushed with her hind legs, and rolled them on their side. Dash could hardly resist. “Slower Dash, please,” Fluttershy gasped. “I-I’ll–aaahhammhhaa!” Her hooves clasped onto Dash’s butt, and her hind legs trapped her by the neck. Before Dash knew what hit her, she found her muzzle shoved into her friend’s marehood. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and let her tongue loose.

“A-a-a-ahhhahmhmh!” blabbered Fluttershy, the orgasm turning her into one big, pulsing nerve, into a machine of titillation. Tears ran on her face, mixing with Dash’s body fluids. “Ohhhhmmyy,” she mumbled, the pleasure ceasing only gradually. “I didn’t know the stockings could do that…”

A raspy chuckle carried somewhere from her nether region. “From all the fetishes there is…I gotta admit, on some level it makes way too much sense.” Dash wiped a thick layer of her friend’s juices off her chin.

“I think I need a moment…” said Fluttershy, her head still dizzy. “You want to ride solo for a while?”

Rainbow rolled off Fluttershy, looking at her drenched face. On the list of arousing sights that she had so far today seen, it climbed to a solid third. “Well, if you’re offering…”

Fluttershy turned to her back, flicked her mane out of the way, and lolled out her tongue. “I insist,” she lisped.”

Dash didn’t need to be told twice. She climbed over her friend’s face, and lowered herself down on her. Fluttershy begun working at once. “Oooohhh,” wailed Dash, now free to focus completely on her own enjoyment. She was supporting her rump with her hind legs, and moved her hips in rhythm of her tongue, the tongue that knew all her secrets, even the ones she herself had once been oblivious to. “You’re so much better in this than I am,” Dash managed between her gasps and moans. Fluttershy only suckled her love button in response, making her yet again cry out in pleasure.

Fluttershy, her need for fulfilment sated for now, could concentrate on giving Dash the ride of her life. Instead of just diving in, she worked carefully and with a plan, slowly bringing her to the threshold of orgasm only to lull her off the cliff at the last minute. It was as if she could feel the effects of her own tongue as Dash did. Her labia was an altar to her, and she devoted every bit of her faith for its ultimate pleasure. It didn’t matter that some of Dash’s juices were already stiffening on her mane, nor that her jaw was aching. She enjoyed pleasing her, perhaps even more than she enjoyed being pleased by her. The two feelings were hard to compare, for their composition was practically antonymic.

“Ooohhmmmyygoosshh!” shrieked Dash in one long, guttural moan. She was right on the door of bliss by now, banging at it, screaming at it, but unable to open it herself. She tried to rub with her hips, but Fluttershy slowed her own movements accordingly. Dash was right on the brink of ramming her pussy on her friend’s mouth, but just at the precipice of the act, Fluttershy flicked her tongue in just the right way, and the wall that Rainbow had tried to scale collapsed. “AAHAAMHHHAA!” Her peak became flesh in her, and flung her into unfathomable heights. Her magnificent wings ripped open in all their glory. She threw back her head, words mixing with primal bursts of noise.

Under her, Fluttershy was again succumbing to just eating her out as she pleased. Her right front leg had stretched over to her own clit, and she was clopping furiously. Fresh juices flowed on her face, and what she couldn’t drink was spilled on her spread out mane. Feeling Dash trembling uncontrollably above her brought her satisfaction beyond any orgasm, but still she clopped, just because doubling up on pleasure is never an easy thing to resist. And she came again just as she did. “Iiaahhha!” she screamed into her friend’s folds, her hoof driving her through the barrier of creeping numbness and into the ocean of contentment, where the waves of glow washed over her. Dash fell on her side, and together they were left adrift on the blue.

After Fluttershy could formulate an understandable sentence again, she asked: “Can I ride next?”

A mix of a grunt and a laugh escaped Dash. “Sure, sure…just give me a sec…”With some effort, she lifted a hind leg and studied her rainbow stockings. “These stayed on pretty well. They fit just right.”

“I had a pretty good idea of your size,” explained Fluttershy, looking at the ceiling. “And I planned them with the thought that they might get roughed up a bit.”

“Tch…stockings…” Her hind leg fell with a thud. Silence ensued, a sweet interlude in the carnal play that had just been acted on the bedroom. The calm reigned now, the type that both precedes and follows a storm. And then the door creaked like thunder.

“What the–” began Dash. She stopped when she saw Angel by the cracked door, frozen. He glanced behind, and disappeared into the other room. Rainbow stared behind him for four heartbeats, and then realized: He was getting out. Not in, but out. “He was here,” she said aloud.

“Hmm?” hummed Fluttershy, oblivious to what had happened.

“Angel was here!” blurted Dash, standing up. She peeked over the bed, and looked under. In the dim, there lay a bunch of carrot stumps. “He was under the bed the whole time!” cried Dash, looking at Fluttershy.

Fluttershy glanced at her, wearing a relaxed smile. “Guess I forgot to check from there…It’s fine; he has caught me clopping once or twice. He is a big bunny already.”

Dash looked at her in absolute disbelief. She flips when I mention “three” and “some” in the same sentence, but doesn’t blink when her pet bunny catches her fucking her best friend. And she admitted having fantasies about threesome. But she won’t do it. That makes no sense, and it doesn’t take Twilight to see that. “Okay…” said Dash slowly. “Anyway…did I see it?”

“See what?”

“The dream thing. You said you’d show it to me.”

Fluttershy’s smile only turned more mysterious. “I think I did, Dashie. Didn’t you see it?”

Dash shook her head.

“Then I guess I’ll have to show it to you again.”

An Apology Frozen Alive

Author's Note

Okay, the last chapter. It was a blast to write this one; let me know if you liked it and I'll make sure that there'll be more to come.

An Apology Frozen Alive

Haze sang among the clouds. Air hummed like a poet, reciting lines without words, without content nor meaning, yet its message carried not the slightest trace of ambivalence. The frivolous melody knew nothing of notes and lyrics, but still it signified music like which reality could never contain. In its utter untenability, it was the most tenable thing that could exist.

I’m dreaming, thought Fluttershy as she glided through the fabric of velvety night. And I know it. By slightly moving her wings, she turned on her back in the air. Full moon gazed upon her and she gazed back at it. She felt calm. Not in the way she usually did, but in the way that couldn’t have named itself calm in the first place, for it had no concept of what it was not to be calm. She extended her front hooves and with the most delicate motion, set herself spinning idly. A smile tickled on her lips, but not the kind that she saved for others. Right now, she was smiling for nopony except herself.

The music carried on in the dreamscape, seemingly without a source. She stopped searching for it when a strangely familiar cloud swam under her. Without trying to reach it, she suddenly found it in front of her. Rainbow, Fluttershy realized. Rainbow the Cloud. She giggled and the cumulus version of her friend winked at her. They started playing, chasing one another in the air, hiding behind clouds, each other, and the moon. Every time Rainbow caught her, she stole a peck from her and escaped before she could even blush. For every kiss lost, Fluttershy felt the calm rippling before the heat in her loins, the soft, wet warmth from which life itself finds its justification.

Next time when the Cloud Rainbow tried to sneak upon her, Fluttershy caught her against the grass on which they now lay. Wisps of white smoke fled from her as she struggled on the ground and Fluttershy smiled like a cat at her feeble attempts to escape. She felt powerful, strong, invincible. Her hind legs intertwined with her prey’s, pressing tightly together. A gasp disturbed the unearthly symphony around them as her wet folds brushed against Rainbow’s thigh. Fluttershy rubbed herself against Cloud-Dash, moaning with a low, stretched voice. Eyes half-closed, her movements grew more fierce by the second. Rainbow neither resisted nor acceded to her rhythm; she hardly reacted at all now.

Somepony is watching us. Fluttershy stopped her humping, looking around like a deer that had heard a twig crack. Where are you? Who are you? Her ears moved independent of her eyes, searching for another crack among the divine music. None resounded in the grass plane they lay. And then he was right in front of her. Fluttershy flinched. The stranger didn’t move, nor did Dash. Time itself stood still. Fluttershy’s breathing washed away the eternal symphony, turned it into a cacophony. Her calm quivered, twitched, malfunctioned. Her eyes travelled slowly from the strangers legs to his face. Thunderlane? Is that you? Thunderlane, made of clouds like Dash under Fluttershy, remained silent.

You want to join in? Thunderlane the Cloud nodded. Then you must not peek. You’ll ruin the fun. She stood up, and grasped a hoofful of cloud. Soon a makeshift blindfold covered the stallion’s vision. That’s much better. Now, lie down. He obeyed without question and collapsed on the green grass, his wings folding to his sides. Fluttershy studied him curiously, inspecting every firm muscle of his neck, chest, sides, thighs…and cock. Such a silly thing…I don’t know what Dash sees in those. She leaned closer, studying the semi-hard meat made of wisps of steam and dream. It wobbled when she lifted it with her wing. All silly. The teal gaze moved to Dash, who had stood up and looked at her upside down in the air. Her tongue lolled out. Oh, you naughty thing…fine. Have it. Fluttershy moved aside as Dash got closer to the stallion, tilting her head. The cloud mare’s eyes gleamed as they admired his body, adored it, hungered for it. Fluttershy followed that craving thirst, the infection spreading on her like a stain.

Dash begun riding him. Fluttershy moaned with every thrust that Dash felt, gasped every time his back arched in blind pleasure. She watched as the two ponies made of clouds rutted before her, and reached for her own nether parts as a witness of their lust. The sight was imprinted on her mind; Rainbow bouncing atop of him, mane over her eyes and neck thrown back while his front legs dug into her tight ass, his mouth twisted in wild ecstasy. They were silent, the two living sculptures of her's, quiet as the grass on which they converged. Fluttershy flew around them, over them, under them, studying the scene from different angles, her hoof growing ever more attentive to the growing desire that seemed to belong to nopony. The spectacle’s noise was channeled into its observer, to it’s ever-vigilant spectator who was nothing more than that.

But not anymore. Open up, stud. With effortless motion, Fluttershy landed on Thunderlane’s panting mouth. His tongue worked its wonders immediately. In a mirror image to her friend, Fluttershy let her exposed throat taste the night air. Her mouth cracked open as wild bursts of erratic groans danced on her lips. Yes, yes, good stud, my stud, mommy is so proud…give it all to me. Make me scream, make me watch, make me, make me, make m–

The dream ended. The delirium in between dream and reality held her captive in the darkness of her eyelids, and for a moment she could not tell whether she was awake or not. Even when she opened her eyes, the confusion lingered. It only faded as she heard a sleepy grunt from her side, where her blinking eyes were drawn. On the light-pink sheets, there lay Rainbow Dash. The one and only. But where is Thund–. The question evaporated along with the last strands of mental haze. Oh, right. It was just a dream. Silly me… Fluttershy eyed her friend, her messed up mane, faintly heaving chest, and the blankets that she had once again kicked on the floor. She looked at the drawn curtains, against which the faint light of the morning broke. Too little to wake me up. Something else did that.

That something pulled her blanket from the floor. Soon, a white bunny bounced on the bed next to her, an annoyed look on his face. Angel signed something shortly and fervently and resumed by hopping to the door, which he creaked open some more. Fluttershy got off the bed and stepped silently away from the bedroom. When she returned after a few moments, a soft mumble carried from the bed: “What did he want?”

Fluttershy trotted to the bed, where Dash still lay on her side, facing the window. “Just to get out. I think there’s a lady bunny he goes meeting in the mornings.” She crawled back onto the mattress and nestled closer to the cyan mare. “Did he wake you up?”

Dash purred as she felt Fluttershy spooning behind her. “You did…I guessed it was because of him. But whatevs.”

Fluttershy drew the blanket over herself. “Don’t you get cold like that?”

“Clouds can be draughty. I’m used to chilliness.” Rainbow huddled closer to the friend behind her. “Must be the hundredth time you worry about that…”

“Heh…yes. Silly me…”

“Was that what you dreamed about?” asked Dash after a while.

“Uhm…what?”

“Being silly,” clarified Dash. “You muttered something about silly stuff in your dreams. That was what woke me up…for the first time.”

Fluttershy blinked her eyes open. “I…I spoke in my dreams?”

Dash nodded, her eyes still closed. “You don’t do that often.”

Could it be the stockings? Fluttershy rubbed her leg garments against her friend. “It was nothing. Just a silly dream.”

“Okay,” answered Dash and fell quiet.

“We had threesome with Thunderlane,” blurted Fluttershy after a minute of silence.

Very slowly, Rainbow Dash turned around. Fluttershy could see how her eyelids stirred, but didn’t open. “Did you, now?” asked Dash teasingly. “You don’t say…”

Fluttershy licked her lips and travelled her hoof through the tangled rainbow mane. “I tried to show you what it was to stay awake in a dream…but I guess I only managed to lull myself into it.”

A playful smile crossed Dash’s lips. “Are you still on about that? Gosh, I thought you’d let it rest after I surrendered.”

Fluttershy pushed Dash’s neck from behind, capturing her head against her breast and throat. “I wasn’t fooling you with that. Sometimes you just can’t see the forest from the trees.”

“Yeah, whatever,” mumbled Dash against the soft coat of her chest. “But hey, now that you’ve dreamed it, maybe you’ll do it for reals.” She chuckled.

Fluttershy said nothing, but idly caressed her friend's neck and back.

“Uh, ‘Shy?” asked Dash carefully after a moment.

“Yes, Dashie?”

“Did I mess up again?”

It was Fluttershy’s turn to chuckle. “No…don’t worry about it.”

“Okay…” Dash remained quiet for a while and then cracked open one of her eyelids. “So uhh…you wanna know if the stockings can last one more round?”

Fluttershy looked calmly into the pools of living magenta and smiled kindly. “I think they’ve had enough for today.”

A hint of a disappointment flickered in her eyes. “Oh. Okay.”

Silence ensued, one lacking any kind of tension. Fluttershy closed her eyes and let her hoof fall limp behind her friend’s back. Their breathes resonated in the air and their tune reminded Fluttershy of the melody that she had left behind a moment ago, behind the veil of consciousness. Details rose and crumbled in their scores, some sinking into oblivion while others received a gilding. Gold…his eyes are like gold. Honeyed gold. But I couldn’t get them right in the dream. I had to blindfold them.

Eyes are always the hardest part to get right.

***

In the ordinary way of mornings in general, the light finally drove the two ponies away from their little castle and into the kitchen, where breakfast awaited to be made. In the same very ordinary vein, after the food was consumed, tea drunk, and quiet kisses exchanged, Rainbow Dash went on her way into the sky. “See ya around, ‘Shy,” she said by the door and off she went. And not a blush left on her face, thought Fluttershy while watching her from the kitchen window. No blush, no regret, no traces of any kind. Although she might want to have a shower before showing her face in public… She smiled and cleaned away rest of the leftovers of the breakfast.

After all the crumbs and stains of daisy spread had disappeared, a sense of boredom captured her. Angel hasn’t returned yet…he must be having a brunch with the lady bunny. Oh right, I need to wash the living room carpet. She flew to the rug, moved the furniture aside, carried the thing outside to the river, and started washing it. The paste and crumbs were quickly scrubbed off the fabric, which she left drying on the rack in the garden. Perhaps the ladybug has returned? she hoped as she grew bored of watching the water dribble from the carpet. Alas, only a few spiders inhabited her vegetables and they were busy building their webs.

She carried on moving from a task to another, from a square to the next as if she was playing some board game, the random inclinations of her mind resembling the dice that determined her next move. But whether it was the bird youths that she taught to sing, the fish of the river that she chatted with while they travelled by, or the hedgehogs for whom she offered some lettuce, the boredom always returned in all of its voidness. Nonetheless, in her attempts to escape it, she had successfully made it past the midday without noticing it herself. To take a break from her project of escape, she fetched her straw hat and flew to the roof of her house. The grass there had warmed up nicely by then.

As she lay there, the hat shading her eyes, a thought came to her; a pattern more like. It’s all about mating. The birds sing beautifully so that they could appear attractive. The fish were in their way to the rapids, where they spawn. And the hedgehogs…I doubt if they really wanted to eat the lettuce in private just so because they have used to that. She sighed and closed her eyes. Why must everypony be so…obsessed about it? Even Dash, especially Dash. She never says it, but she’d always want to have more. One more lap, one more round. Sex is such a sport to her. Fluttershy turned to allow the golden rays bless her back.

Or perhaps it’s just me who sees sex in everything today. The dream I had…was it just a coincidence? I doubt Luna would go to such extremes as come guiding me in my life like that…although how could I tell? The thought was more disquieting that Fluttershy was willing to endure at the moment, so she pushed it away. Why Thunderlane? Why anypony? What does Dash see in threesome that she keeps on feeding the idea to me like a mother duck. When it comes to sex, she gets all cryptic sometimes. Am I not enough for her? Is she growing bored to the routine? It doesn’t seem like it…but she always avoids talking about sex. She mostly prefers just having it. A lot of it.

She stretched her wings wide and enjoyed as the warmth enveloped every feather of them. I tried showing her my way. I tried guiding her through an awoken dream. She so didn’t get the point. It’s not about trying to stay awake and asleep at the same time…it’s about trying neither. It’s about not trying at all. But I guess she is too competitive for that… A small bird landed next to
her, chirping urgently. Fluttershy turned on her back again and looked kindly at him. “She didn’t like your singing?”

The bird nodded quickly.

“Maybe it’s the song; you should try a different one. And maybe a higher tone. And a nice, fat berry never hurt anybird’s chances at finding a mate…”

The bird chirped approvingly and flew on his way.

Fluttershy smiled dreamily as she watched him go. Tits…always so perky. Never too full of themselves. She smiled some more, just for herself, and gazed at the direction of Ponyville. They’re not that different from some ponies, really. From here, Fluttershy could just about see the town hall and some of the rooftops. Smoke rose idly from a couple of chimneys, but otherwise the village might have as well been abandoned, the way how quiet it looked from afar. I may never be able to truly understand another living being…but Rainbow is the one pony for whom I would still try. If I cannot make her think the way I do, maybe I can try to get her point of view a bit more. She rose on her wings and headed towards the village. It will require some work, though.

***

The knock echoed through the small room and fled from the opened window. “Yeah I’m here,” said Thunderlane, not taking his eyes off from the book he was reading on the bed.

The blue door opened and a middle-aged pegasus mare peeked in. Aside from the few strands of grey in her mane, and a few wrinkles beneath her deep-yellow eyes, her looks lied favorably from behalf of her age. “There’s a mare asking after you on the door,” she said with a kind, deep voice.

“Rainbow Dash?” he asked, lowering the book instantly.

“No. She introduced herself as Fluttershy.”

The book fell on the floor with a clack. “Fluttershy? Really?”

“Yes, really,” responded the mare, smiling. “Are you going to go meet her or just mold here?”

Thunderlane shut his jaw and coughed. “Keep on usurping me. Some day you’ll find me here covered in fungi.” He chuckled and flew to the door. As he got downstairs, the smile on his lips grew a tad more formal. “Hello, Fluttershy.”

“Hello, Thunderlane,” said Fluttershy, smiling nervously. “Uhm, I hope I didn’t interrupt a family meeting or anything?”

Thunderlane frowned shortly. “What? Oh right, you thought mom was just visiting here?” The frown disappeared, leaving the easy smile in charge once more. “It’s really me who’s visiting her. This is her house, after all.”

“You’re…living with your mother?” she asked carefully.

He nodded. “Is that what you came to find out?”

Fluttershy blushed faintly. “No no, oh I’m sorry…I’m just a bit surprised…”

Thunderlane laughed heartily. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve got used to that, trust me. Anyway, you want to come in?”

“Oh, yes please!” she said and stepped hurriedly inside.

“So where did you get my address?” asked Thunderlane as he closed the door.

“From Helia,” answered Fluttershy immediately, turning to him. “I once treated her cat and I know that you two are close, so…” She avoided his eyes, looking around the hall instead. “She also mentioned that you’d probably be home now.”

“She would know; Wednesdays are off days for all of the weather team.” He looked at her curiously for a moment. “Would you like some tea or something…?”

Fluttershy, still looking around the house, scraped the carpet with a hoof. “Uhm…actually, I hoped we could share a word in private, if that would be okay with you and your mother?”

Thunderlane blinked. “Sure…we can go to my room.” He cringed, and corrected: “I mean, to the room I sleep in. I don’t really have an ‘own’ room anymore.” He laughed shortly and looked around to see if his mother had heard that.

“Yes, that would be very fine,” said Fluttershy, glancing at him.

“It’s upstairs,” he said and trotted to the staircase. Fluttershy followed right behind him.

As they got into Thunderlane’s room, he closed the door behind them. He eyed the mare standing on the carpet, the mare who shyly studied the various objects laying on the shelves and the table. Thunderlane walked past her and picked one of them with a hoof. “I used to collect these as a colt,” he said, showing her a miniature wooden pegasus that reared on a platform. “‘The most famous fliers of Equestria’.”

Fluttershy looked closer at the craftily made thing. Despite being only about ten centimeters tall, the facial features were quite recognizable. “Commander Easyglider,” she said. “She looks just like in the pictures.”

“There was a unicorn woodsmith in Fillydelphia who used to make these,” he said while putting the commander back on the shelf among the couple dozen other figures. “He retired years ago, though.” His longful expression disappeared as he saw Fluttershy looking at him. “It’s really mom who can’t bare to throw these away,” he added quickly.

“I can understand her,” she answered, looking at the figures again. “I think they are very beautiful. The maker got the eyes just right.”

The stallion smiled gladly at that. “That’s what I’ve always thought, too.”

Next, Fluttershy's eyes travelled over to the book that lay on the carpet. “You’re a fan of Daring Do, I see.”

Thunderlane picked up the book, wiped the dust off it, put the mark on its place and shelved it neatly. “Dash borrowed The Quest for the Sapphire Stone for me once and I was immediately hooked. You read them, too?”

“Sometimes…Well, mostly it’s Dash who reads them for me.” She looked through the opened window. Beyond the rooftops, she could see the town hall. “The whole week has been just scorching, hasn’t it?”

He followed her gaze outside, trying to see if there was something intriguing going on there. But all he could see was the same view he always did. “Yeah, it’s like an oven here.”

“Thunderlane…”

“Yeah…?”

“Do you love Rainbow Dash?” Her eyes never left the distant town hall’s tower. Her voice almost fled through the window. And yet it felt to Thunderlane as if she had just shouted the question straight at his face.

“I…uhh…” he managed, staring at the mare’s neck. “Why you ask that?”

“I first met her in Cloudsdale,” she said, ignoring his question. “We were in the same class in school. Already then I could tell that she was different from the others, at least in my eyes. The first time I saw her, my mouth dropped open.” Her figure remained immobile; she was a statue staring something that had nothing to do with the view she saw from the window. “Afterwards, I got so ashamed of myself that I couldn’t go to school in the next day. I coughed my lungs raw to fake sickness.”

The smile was long gone from his face by now. “Fluttershy…are you okay?”

Very slowly, she turned her head towards him. “Am I making you uncomfortable? I’m sorry about that…but I must ask you again: Do you love Rainbow Dash?”

“Why must you ask me that?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion.

Her eyes were an apology frozen alive. “Because we three can’t share a bed unless we all care about each other.”

“I need to sit down,” said Thunderlane after a while. He trotted to his bed and collapsed there, his back resting against the light-blue wall. “This doesn’t help at all,” he said. He looked at Fluttershy, whose face had hid behind her mane. “Do you do stuff like this often?”

A tense, short laugh escaped her. “Not that often, no.” She glanced at him from the cover of her mane. “You don’t have to answer, Thunderlane. But I wouldn’t ask this unless I knew a better way.”

“A way to what?”

“To Rainbow,” she answered quietly. “I want nothing more than to understand her better. That’s why I’m asking this question from you: Because words have failed me.” She sat down on the carpet. “Maybe actions will help me more.”

“Last week Dash said that it’s you who doesn’t like talking about sex,” he said questioningly. “She said you get all cryptic when it comes to that.”

She gave him a baffled look. “Did she really say that?”

Thunderlane’s mane brushed against the wall behind him as he nodded. “It seems to me now that she didn't have the whole truth.”

“It’s she who never wants to talk about it!” Fluttershy blurted. “She just goes on about different techniques and stuff that she wants to try in bed, or what she has tried with some other!” She stood up and walked to the window. “She even tried to get us on a playcolt magazine once…”

“Uhh…it sounds that she talks a lot about sex, really?” he asked carefully.

“No, she hides behind the artificial!” said Fluttershy frustratedly, leaning on the window frame. “Sex is not just about different positions and partners…it’s not about numbers or quality or endurance or none of that.”

“What is it about, then?”

She looked at him in perplexion. “About the other. About touching. About opening up.”

He shrugged and looked at the ceiling. “Ponies open in different ways. Maybe she opened so much that you went right through her without noticing it.”

Fluttershy blinked and stared at him as if he had just invented fire.

Thunderlane noticed that and hurriedly said: “I-I don’t really now, though…I’m just thinking out loud.” He fidgeted under her eyes. “I don’t really know her…we don’t talk that much about deep stuff either.”

“Would you…like to talk about that stuff with her?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He bit his lip and averted her eyes. “I wouldn’t mind that…but she always finds other uses for my tongue.” An awkward smirk spread on his lips. “But hey, I’m not complaining.”

“You do love her.” She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He looked her into the eyes. Their tale revelade more than he could ever put in words.

“But you haven’t told her about that,” she continued.

“I would only scare her away,” said Thunderlane, his eyes travelling over to the miniature ponies. “And what could I even tell her? That I love her? The fact would only turn into a cliche right when it left my mouth.” He quiets for a moment. “It’s not like I’m mad about her. But every now and then…when the lighting is just right…when she turns her eyes at me…” She turned a dreamy look at her. “You’ve seen it, haven't you?”

She nodded faintly.

“I could tell, the way how you talked about her at the pond yesterday. And when she smiles…”

“...It’s as if the rainbow did,” she finished gently. “Thunderlane…I’m so sorry.”

The stallion’s smile flickered. “Don’t be. I’m happy for you two. You should be happy, too.”

Fluttershy sniffed and touched the corner of her eye with a hoof. “This is so strange…I didn’t think I could talk this openly with you.” She took a step closer to the bed. “Maybe we can make this work, after all.”

Thunderlane gave her a long look. “You sure about that? Dash and I tend to have pretty wild…times…at times.” An idle cloud travelling across the sun dimmed his eyes for a moment. “You’re not trying to prove anything with this, are you?”

She took another step closer. “I might be. Dash is all about proving points, after all.” She rose to the bed, climbing over him. Thunderlane’s breathing intensified slightly as the mare’s thigh brushed against his. “And if Dash gets all the points, then how can I ever win?” Her face was so close to his that their breathes collided in the air.

“I thought it wasn’t about racing?” he asked meekly, the honey lost among the ice.

In the golden reflection, Fluttershy could see herself. “With Rainbow, it’s always about the race.” Her nose touched his cheek. “And I’m tired of watching her fly into the distance alone.” They closed their eyes…

…and flinched simultaneously as the door was knocked on. “Could I bother you two with some tea?” asked the pleasant voice behind.

The two shared a look. With extreme caution, Fluttershy climbed off him. “We’re coming, mom!” shouted Thunderlane. “Just a sec!” He glanced at Fluttershy. “I’m sorry about that,” he said more quietly.

“It’s alright,” she answered, flicking her mane out of her eyes. “I got carried away a bit there…” She scraped the floor shyly with a hoof. “I hope I didn’t suppose too much…”

He got off the bed, smiling. “You supposed just fine.”

Her eyes rose from the floor and for a moment the shyness in them faded. But then she happened to look between his hind legs. Flaming blush blossomed on her cheeks. She meeped and turned away.

He remained oblivious for half a second, but then the revelation struck him. “Oh, hay…aaah, I’ve had these problem lately,” he muttered, trying desperately to cover himself with his wings. “I honestly don’t even notice it myself anymore…”

From the confines of her mane, a soft giggle carried. “I feel such a filly right now,” she said, turning back to him. The blush, albeit still evident, had already mildened.

He chuckled in relief. “The room might have that effect, yeah…” He coughed, and continued with a tone less coltish: “So, you want some of that tea?”

Fluttershy, after a deep breath, responded: “I’d be glad to.”

After a few minutes, they trotted down with faint smiles decorating their lips. As Thunderlane’s mother saw them coming, she said: “By Celestia…Like cats in heat, you two look like.”

This time, Fluttershy didn’t have to blush alone.

Aside from that, the teatime went swimmingly. Ultimately, after countless of thanks and even more numerous smiles, Fluttershy was escorted to the door by Thunderlane. They smiled, exchanged goodbyes, and were almost on their separate ways…when Fluttershy got her hoof between the closing door and the frame. Thunderlane looked at her in confusion and his frown deepened when she signed him to come closer. As he leaned towards her, she started whispering into his ear. At first his eyes grew wide, but gradually an enigmatic smile crept on his lips. He pulled away, and said: “Deal. Celestia knows that she has had something like this coming for too long.”

Fluttershy grinned almost deviously. “I’m glad that you agree on that. So…how about six o’clock?”

“Will do.”

They shared one last smile and parted.

***

Despite being basically build of compressed and enchanted clouds, the walls of Rainbow Dash’s home kept the outside noises mighty well at bay. Maybe I should break some of them apart just because of that, thought Dash while laying on her bed. Her back turned, she eyed the undulating ceiling with disinterest. A heavy sigh departed from her lips. Pinkie chose the wrong week to pay a visit to the rock farm. I could go to Fluttershy’s to spent the evening…but she might think I’m just after her rump again. Maybe AJ might want a rematch of that hoof wrestling that we never got to finish? A knock on the front door interrupted her train of thought. It remained suspended for her whole way to the door, but when she opened it, the engine kicked into action with full speed. “Fluttershy!” she blurted happily. “I was just thinking about you!”

“How nice of you,” said Fluttershy pleasantly as she stepped inside. “As it happened, I was flying by and happened to think about you, too.”

Dash closed the door and flew around her. “Out hunting fruits again, eh?”

Fluttershy’s pleasant smile wavered for the tiniest moment. “Uhm, that issue was taken care of a while ago. Yes, yes it was.” She pursed her lips without noticing it herself, as if she was probing her corner teeths with her tongue. “Anyway, I hope you’re weren’t in the middle of something?”

“Only halfway of getting bored to death,” exclaimed Dash. “Wednesdays are the worst…but necessary.” She turned slowly upside down in the air, floating closer to the coach of the living room.

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull pony, right?” said Fluttershy, trotting under Rainbow.

Dash dropped on the couch upside down, her mane barely missing the floor. “Who, Applejack?”

“No…that was just from a book I read.” Fluttershy sat on the other end of the corner sofa, relaxing herself against its soft back. “My day was very lengthy, too. I thought to close it with a nice flight in the sunset.”

“How idyllic,” said Dash with an upside down smirk. For a moment, she only looked at her from her bottom up position. “You want something to drink? Believe it or not, I still have some of Thunderlane's apple cider left from last week.”

Fluttershy eyed her with amused suspicion. “Hard to believe you could be so conservative.”

“Drinking alone just doesn’t cut it for me,” explained Dash as she turned right way round with ease. She flew to the kitchen backwards. As he came back with a few bottles, she said: “Isn’t it a shame to drink these inside? I’ve been itching for an excuse to get out for the whole evening.” She landed next to Fluttershy and hoofed her a cider while putting the rest on the carpet. “How about we crash into AJ’s barn?”

Fluttershy accepted the bottle, glancing quickly at the clock on the wall. It was almost six. “We could do that…or we could just hang in here.”

“And what, play trouble? Gosh, even the memory makes me wanna puke…” Dash uncorked her drink and took a long sip of the golden liquid.

“Wasn’t that kind of trouble I had in mind,” said Fluttershy quietly, admiring how the cider made Dash’s throat quiver.

The magenta eyes travelled over the burnished ice. Is she hitting on me? “You have plans, huh? I thought you were just flying by.”

Fluttershy shrugged, her smile intricate as ever. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. Could be I’m just babbling on like a silly filly.”

Okay, something’s definitely up. Dash put the bottle down. “You want me to open that up for you?” she asked, referring to Fluttershy’s drink that lay untouched in her lap.

“No need to,” she answered. With a ponderous motion, she removed the cork with her teeth and drank deep of the cider, closing her eyes. A content sigh followed. “My…this is better than I remembered.”

“AJ’s best, Thunderlane told me.” Dash eyed her friend with mild suspicion. “Is there something different about you?”

Fluttershy gave her an innocent look. “I don’t know…is there?”

As Dash opened her mouth to answer, the clock struck six. At the same moment, the front door was knocked twice. Her eyes darted immediately at the other end of the room. “Who the hay could that be?”

“I have no idea,” said Fluttershy, barely managing to hide her excitement. She took a quick sip of her drink as Dash glanced at her. “I guess you have to see,” added Fluttershy.

“Probably the mail,” muttered Dash as she flew lazily to the door. “Derpy sometimes misses my deliveries…” She opened the door. And yelped. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just came to return the watch I borrowed from you ages ago,” said Thunderlane smoothly. He offered him the timer at the end of his wing. “Sorry for taking so long with that.”

“Uh…I had forgotten already,” said Dash slowly. She took the watch and put it on a nearby table. “Thanks, I guess.” Neither said anything for a moment. “So yeah, if that was all you came to do…” started Dash.

“Oh, is it Thunderlane there?” asked Fluttershy audibly from the couch. “Invite him in, Dash! It’s his bits we are drinking, after all.”
Dash gave a baffled look over her shoulder. “Uhh…right.” She looked at the nonchalantly smiling stallion. “You wanna come in? Fluttershy’s here, too.” She made sure to emphasize the last part.

“Sure I will,” said Thunderlane happily and trotted in without the slightest hesitation. “Hello, Fluttershy,” he said as he spotted her on the couch.

“Good evening, Thunderlane”, she responded courteously. “Good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” added Thunderlane, walking towards her. “Oh wow,” he said as he saw the bottles. “I thought I had seen the last of those a week ago.” He turned a teasing look at Rainbow, who still floated by the opened door. “A week must be the longest time cider survived in this house.”

Dash blinked and closed the door with a thud. “Hah hah. What, you both think I drink like a fish?” Her eyes flickered as he saw him reach for a bottle on the carpet. With speed that wouldn’t have shamed any lightning, she dashed towards him and grabbed it before he could even blink in surprise. “Why, I only drink enough to beat the next pony,” she said arrogantly, rolling the bottle between her hooves above Thunderlane.

His initial annoyance melted like a snowball in the sun. “I should’ve known.” He flinched as she abruptly tossed the cider back to him.

Fluttershy giggled at her. “Is there anything you wouldn’t race in?”

Dash thought a moment and answered: “Partying with Pinkie?”

“How can you race in partying in the first place?” asked Thunderlane, opening his bottle. “I mean, how to keep score?”

“Pinkie tried to explain me once,” said Dash as she landed on the couch next to Fluttershy. “That’s all I’m going to say about that.”

They all laughed. While Dash reached for her bottle again, Fluttershy glanced at Thunderlane and winked. “What else have you not raced in yet?”

“I don’t know…I can’t keep count,” Dash answered, closing her lips around the glass.

“Is kissing on the list?” Fluttershy continued casually.

She really is going to do this, thought Thunderlane.

I’m really going to do this, thought Fluttershy.

Cider spurted from Dash’s mouth. “Whah?!” she bursted, liquid dripping from her chin.

“I asked if you have ever raced in kissing?” Fluttershy repeated, seemingly oblivious to Dash’s reaction.

Rainbow glanced at Thunderlane, but he was looking at her with the same casual curiosity as Fluttershy was. “Uhm…no, I can’t say I have,” she said warily. “I don’t know if that would be such a good idea to begin with…”

“Oh?” said Thunderlane interestedly. “How come? Seems very worthwhile to me.” He gave a quick look at Fluttershy.

Dash blinked, her mind trotting in a circle. “Eh?”

“Good idea, Thunderlane!” said Fluttershy excitedly. “We should try it someday!”

“What?” asked Dash.

“How about tomorrow?” suggested Thunderlane.

“What?!”

“How about now,” proposed Fluttershy, putting down her drink.

“WH–” started Dash. The rest of her cry drowned in Fluttershy’s mouth that closed on hers, that captured the two in a deep, passionate kiss. Dash’s eyes remained wide open, but she couldn’t come to detach herself from the tongue that slipped into her mouth, hungering for her. Fluttershy pressed her eyes forcefully shut, comically wrinkling her face. What is happening? thought Dash helplessly. Her left eye glanced at Thunderlane. The stallion stood there as if nailed to the spot and his once so easy smile had cracked slightly along with his mouth. His drink lay on the floor, opened but otherwise untouched. But it was his eyes that really drew Rainbow’s attention. Did they always gleam like that?” Suddenly, Fluttershy travelled her tongue past her teeth and lips, and Dash’s shoulders twitched. Lust seized her instincts and wrapped her front hooves around Fluttershy’s neck, fully embracing the sloppy clash of tongues and lips.

Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes, told Fluttershy to herself as she immersed ever deeper into kiss. He is watching you, but that is fine. Never mind him, focus on her, caress her wings, she loves that. Fluttershy reached for Dash’s wings and after some groping found their base. A tense moan from Dash rewarded her soon as her hoof massaged them. Good, that is good, let him watch, let him see…it is all fine. She pressed her eyes shut even tighter and flicked her tongue vertically across Dash’s lips, all the way to her nose. Dash moaned sharply and pushed closer to her, almost tumbling them both off the couch. She doesn't mind him, why should I? Ponies watch me all the time everywhere, even he does, it’s all just light and shadows, just a stare…a stare. She peeked at him. Oh my gosh he is watching us!

Thunderlane was enthralled, simply captivated. Like most stallions, he had often dreamed about seeing two hot mares kiss intimately, but never once had he actually thought it possible to witness the event in reality. And neither could he have imagined the sight to be so utterly mesmerizing. If that’s kissing, then I wonder what I have done all these years? He blinked for the first time in ages as he felt the blood rising in his loins. He didn’t need to glimpse down to verify that he was hornier than he bothered to remember. But despite the undeniably erotic scene in front of him, a disquieting nervousness nagged in the back of his mind. Fluttershy’s looking at me as if she might scream at any moment. Is she going to back down after all? What should I do? By Celestia, what should I do?

Suddenly, Rainbow Dash pulled free of Fluttershy. She shook her head sharply and said: “Okay, time out, time out…Now, somepony’s gonna explain exactly what the buck is going on here?” Her eyes moved questioningly from Fluttershy to Thunderlane.

Fluttershy coughed, her blush hiding behind her mane. “Uhm…this was my idea, really…”

Dash’s jaw dropped. “Yours?”

Fluttershy nodded shyly and continued: “We met with Thunderlane earlier today. We talked a bit and, well…You see, I really want to understand you more.” Her eyes blinked rapidly. “So I thought, maybe we could try some three…some…”

Rainbow’s eyes darted at Thunderlane. “Lane? Did you talk her into this?”

“No!” cried both Thunderlane and Fluttershy.

“This really was my idea,” continued Fluttershy hastily, turning Dash’s head gently with a hoof. “I know we’ve fought about this a few times…and I’m not saying this is very easy to me…” She gave a swift look at Thunderlane. “...but this is still what I want.”

Dash searched her ice-blue eyes for cracks and found them aplenty. But none of them run all the way through. She is serious about this, she really is. “Okay, ‘Shy. Okay.” The heated smile returned to her lips. She closed her eyes and tried to capture her into another kiss.

“Uhm, wait,” said Fluttershy, pushing her chest with a hoof. She turned a timid look at Thunderlane. “Could you, uhh…put on a blindfold?”

Thunderlane flinched, as if awoken from a trance. “What? Oh, yeah, sure. Aaah…is there any nearby?” He looked around, searching for anything to wrap around his eyes.

As he did, Dash nudged Fluttershy, her eyebrow raised.

“I’ll explain some other time,” Fluttershy said. “Could you just roll with it now? Please?”

“Whatever you want, ‘Shy,” she answered and pecked her cheek. “I got just the thing for you, Lane,” she continued, rising to her wings. She disappeared upstairs and soon returned with a white sweatband. She tossed the thing to Thunderlane, who caught it from the air with a wingtip. “It’s clean,” she said reassuringly as she saw him sniff it.

“I wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t,” said Thunderlane as he stretched the band over his head. Before it covered his eyes, he noticed the looks on the two mares faces. “Just joking,” he said hurriedly and put the band on.

“Kinky,” said Dash while studying him, stretching the word sweetly. She threw him with a pillow. When the fluffy projectile hit him straight to the face, she turned an assurant look at Fluttershy. “It works.”

“You could’ve just asked,” he complained, sniffing his nose.

“Aww, did it hurt?” asked Dash teasingly. “Come here and pay it back, then.” Fluttershy opened her mouth, but Dash closed it with a hoof. “Shh, this is gonna be great,” she whispered.

The stallion treaded carefully towards the noise. “I’m not that dim, you know? And this room is not that–whoah!” Unknown hooves grabbed his shoulders and started spinning him. The number of laps was the first thing he lost. As the hooves let go of him, he could hardly stand. “What happened?” he asked, dizzy.

“Just some fun, Lane,” said Dash’s voice somewhere above him. Soon it continued from behind him. “You thought you could just gallop in and take advantage of two gorgeous mares without anypony stopping you?” He tried to turn, but only wobbled sideways a few steps. He stopped as strange hooves came for his support. “No pain, no gain,” said Dash quietly in front of him, just before their lips connected.

Fluttershy inhaled sharply, as if shocked. It was the first time she ever saw two ponies kiss like that, like they would if she wasn’t there. But she was, and the fact changed it all. Or does it? I always thought it would…but he can’t see me, and she doesn’t mind me. I’m just the observer, the spectator, the gaze. She studied with fascination as Rainbow licked his lips and corners of his mouth, how she wrapped her hooves around his shoulders and how he answered by pressing the back of her neck with the most delicate touch. Wet, squelching sounds filled the space. Somehow, they sounded totally alien to Fluttershy compared to what it was to be one of their sources. They seemed wrong, misplaced, even hostile. On the other hoof, she couldn’t have bared to hear them stop.

Yep, she still tastes heavenly, concluded Thunderlane as he kept his tongue busy inside her. Saliva stained the corners of his mouth and strings of the stuff appeared shortly every time their lips parted for a moment, only to crush into pulp as they pressed tightly together once more. His raised hoof had lost some of its delicateness; every second passed he was holding her stronger, tighter, firmer. She, too, was shaving corners of her behaviour, revealing the bare lust and hunger beneath. Soon they devoured each other like they were made of chocolate. Their panting was hot, humid even. Between his hind legs, Thunderlane’s cock protruded handsomely, and he fidgeted on his place, eager to move along in the carnal process, a cog of which he had inevitably turned into by now. His body was a furnace, eager to burn itself away in the inferno of pure lust. But suddenly, he found himself groping for air as the mare in his grip slipped away with ease.

“Hold that place a sec,” said Dash with a thick voice. Spit dripped from his chin and mouth. “I need to…Just wait a sec.”

He neighed his disapprovement.

“Oh, I’ll make it worth your while,” she said, and licked his ear. “Promise.”

Another whine involuntarily fled him, but he could do nothing as the mare left him in the darkness of the sweatband.

Dash wiped the saliva off her face and flew to Fluttershy, who blinked in surprise. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Whatever you want,” answered Dash with a husky voice. “It’s your show, too. And because it’s your first time, you get to choose.” She put a hoof on her friend's shoulder and leaned back on the couch with her. “So, how you wanna fuck him?” She made sure that her voice carried over to the stallion. His ears twitched immediately towards the couch.

“I, uhh…”

“You think we should give him some head first?” continued Dash, eyeing the stallion intently. “I could show you a few tricks that I know will drive any stallion insane.” She smiled wickedly as his fidgeting grew more fervent. “Or maybe we should–”

“What are you doing?” interrupted Fluttershy quietly. “You’re just teasing him silly!”

“That’s the plan,” said Dash with a lower tone, continuing immediately more louder: “Oh, jeez ‘Shy! I didn’t know you’d wanna try that…” She chuckled shortly while he whined desperately, and said again with lower voice: “I know you’re not used to stallions but believe me, they love this kind of stuff. Don’t ask why.” Her eyes turned tad more serious. “You really want to do this, right?”
Fluttershy blinked. “Yes. Yes I do. And you’re right; I’m not used to stallions…” Her eyes moved to Thunderlane, who was sweating by now. “He looks so…sensitive,” she whispered.

“Oh, you’ve seen nothing yet,” said Dash cheerfully. “Come, I wanna try something.” Dash rose and pulled Fluttershy along from a hoof. As they go to the stallion, Dash said: “Okay, stud. Get on your stomach.”

He couldn’t have obeyed faster. When he lay there with his legs folded, Dash got onto her back in front of him. She put her hind legs atop his shoulders and relaxed back. “Time to earn your keep,” she said, smiling at the ceiling.

He kissed her stomach. Little by little he moved lower with his mouth, adoring the coat of her belly and thighs. By the time he gave the first lick to her pussy, Dash had closed her eyes. She moaned softly and pressed his neck with a hind leg. His tongue travelled over her folds in one long, smooth stroke, thinning her moan with a pitch or two.

Fluttershy watched from side as his work found a rhythm, almost turning methodical. He would mostly concentrate on the area around her love button, but often he’d travel ponderously down, travelling inside her or lapping her labia. Sometimes he used only his lips, kissing and brushing her gently, while every now and then he caught her clit and suckled it ardently. It was during those moments that Rainbow’s moans turned into short screams. They’ve done this before, Fluttershy realized in her nearly hypnotized state. Many times before. She loves it as much as if it was my tongue, my lips. She loves it as if it was me.

Dash opened her eyes, her face blushed. She looked at Fluttershy. “You wanna – ahahh! – ride solo – hmhmhaah! – for a while?” She lolled out her tongue.

Fluttershy’s cheeks reddened instantly. “O-okay…Y-you want a pillow or something?”

“Your bottom will – ahahmmha! – do fine…”

Fluttershy glanced one more time at the stallion, who seemed heedless to anything that wasn't Rainbow Dash’s pussy. She moved above her friend, took a deep breath and lowered down, never once taking her eyes off him. Dash’s tongue slashed out immediately as she came close enough. Fluttershy gasped, her expression rippling before the rising pleasure, but still she kept staring at Thunderlane as if he was Princess Celestia herself. But he is not. He is Thunderlane, just Thunderlane. We had tea with his mother just some hours ago. I know him, he is a good pony. A friend. Dash slipped her tongue inside her. “Aaahhmmmh!” she groaned, rubbing herself against her friend’s face. She noticed that Thunderlane was practically grinding himself against the carpet, his rhythm inevitably failing. He must be going crazy from lust.

I’m going crazy, I’m going mad, I’m about to snap, thought Thunderlane as he ate Dash out with vigour. The rug beneath him wasn’t from the softest end of the spectrum, but his desire couldn’t have cared less if it was the bare floor he had humped. I could try and just fuck Dash…but she likes this so much. And I’d rather clip my wings than mess up this orgy. Oh my gooosshh… Maybe if I make her cum fast she’ll let me–

“T-thunderlane?” asked Fluttershy from his right side. “C-could you lift y-yourself a bit?”

He couldn’t answer, for Dash’s grip on his neck was too strong, so he simply lifted the back half of his body. His front legs remained bended so he could keep on pleasing Dash. Another body pressed against him, apparently crawling under him. His heart raced as the new turn of events unfolded on the great silver screen of his mind. She is going down on me, she is going down on me, she is–ohhmahhgoshhh…

Salty, thought Fluttershy as she gently tasted his tip. And more musky than a mare. She tried again, licking quickly the top of his flat cock. She flinched as she felt him shudder above her. He pushed instinctively with his hips, practically begging her to take more of his meat. Oh my…does it really feel that good? I thought this would be harder… She swallowed and took in a respectable mouthful of him.

“Hmmhmhh…” moaned Thunderlane into Dash’s folds. Her juices flowed into his mouth and he gulped them down without hesitation. The wet warmth of Fluttershy’s mouth was like ice on a burned wound for him, with the exception that the delight was thousandfold better. It was apparent that she didn’t have a rhythm, no plan, no idea of what she was doing. She was learning as she went on, bobbing her head on his length in erratic pace, only to let her lips pop as she pulled free to breath. As a result of the random style, she was involuntarily teasing him beyond all sanity. He wanted to ram into her so bad, wanted to make him gag. Were it up to his drive, he would have made her choke. But his wits still held the driver’s seat, chaining itself into the chair. Play it cool, Lane, play it steady. This is just the beg‒ahahhamamhah!

Rainbow Dash watched with fascination as Fluttershy sat on her stomach below him, slurping his cock with earnest. Gosh, I didn’t think she’d actually blow him. Or that she’d be so eager about it. Her eyes moved to Thunderlane, whose efforts had grown significantly less arduous when Fluttershy had started working on him. It still felt great, but Dash was after something more than just great. She moved her hind legs and let go of his neck. “Think you can just steal him from me like that?”she said challengingly to Fluttershy. Dash rolled on her side and saw just how drenched his muzzle had become. Driven by a fleeting impulse, she surged for him and travelled her tongue across his face, wiping her own juices off him. He panted heavily, rubbing his face against her willing tongue while lapping her with his own. They weren’t kissing anymore: They were drinking one another.

Am I doing this right? thought Fluttershy anxiously while sucking him off. I can’t take him even half way in and my jaw aches already… Her lips made a popping sound as the cock fell from between them. A string of saliva, mixed with precum, still connected them. What if I lick his side? Would that feel better to him? She moved a bit and closed her mouth around the midway of his girth, minding her teeth. With quick motion, she started suckling the meat in his mouth, gliding all over his length.

“Aaahhaahhaaa” he screamed, throwing his neck back. “Oh my Celestiaaaahhh…”

Dash, a bit startled by his sudden reaction, glanced below him. Oh, hay…Fluttershy, you silly filly. “Hold on a sec,” she said to Thunderlane, who squirmed as if an awful pain ravaged his body. “I’ll go fix that.” She ducked under him, crawling next to Fluttershy. The yellow pegasus noticed her coming and turned her ice-blue eyes at her. The dark cock that she held in her mouth made a sight that even Rainbow Dash had to admire for a moment. “Enjoying yourself?” she finally said with a smile.

The cock fell from her mouth, and the stallion above them almost fainted. “This is weird…I have no clue what he likes or doesn’t.” She looked at the sizable penis worriedly. Thick veins pulsed on its surface as it throbbed.

“Well, you certainly got him worked up real nicely,” said Dash, looking at his member hungrily. She gave a playful lick at the tip. “You ready to unload yet? Or should I let Fluttershy try one more time?” Another lick, even lighter than the first, followed.

Thunderlane trembled as if on fire. “Dash…don’t make me beg…please…” he managed.

“Hardly any sport,” muttered Dash with a smirk. The magenta eyes gleamed as they turned to Fluttershy. “Watch…and learn.” She opened her mouth…and took in half of him in one go.

Thunderlane’s whole body twitched as if electrified. In the cockpit of this mind, a frenzied madman that the other pilots knew as Lust kicked the door from its hinges and jumped on Wits even before the thing had hit the opposite wall. Next one to fly was Wits himself, along with the chair that he still remained chained in. Lust grabbed the wheel, but the weak thing simply tore off as he seized it. In the end, the wailing drive simply drove his hooves through the control panel.

“Oh my!” blurted Fluttershy. She stared from side as the stallion shoved his rod deep into her friend’s throat. Immediately Fluttershy expected Dash to gag, to choke and pull back, but the she didn’t even flinch, not even as Fluttershy saw her throat bulging out. He pulled back, but only a bit, and rammed himself in again. On the third thrust he stayed in, his moaning breaking a pitch. Fluttershy followed with awe as Dash’s swallowed once, then again, and again, and again…Her throat quivered as a flood of cum travelled down to his stomach in a seemingly endless current. Despite her most devoted efforts, some still managed to spill past her lips. A thin trickle of creamy liquid flowed from her chin, drop by drop falling to the carpet.

If bliss was something more than a word, it might have found its definition from the storm that raged in Thunderlane’s head. Words failed to capture it completely. Only in his fantasies had he dared to hope cum in Rainbow’s Dash mouth one day, and now she was deepthroating him as if it was nothing. He stomped the floor with a front hoof, his voice abrupt and erratic. The whole experience was fractal in nature, for the pleasure simply overrode his capacity to feel. His fuse box didn’t simply burn. It collapsed into itself.

Even for Dash, taking in this much seed and cock in one go was a stretch, bending her limits of comfortability way past her usual preference. But he deserved it. I don’t know what he talked with Fluttershy about, but he earned this one for that. He looked at the wide-eyed Fluttershy next to her. Were it not for the massive cock sticking from his mouth, she would have laughed at her expression. Here’s a sight to remember, right? Ultimately, the flow of cum subsided, but Dash kept on suckling his member for a while just for good measure, inciting even more squirming from the stallion. When she finally pulled free of the rod, she was gasping for breath. “And that’s…how you…do it…” she said with a satisfied glee.

“How could you take it so deep?” asked Fluttershy stunned. “I couldn’t even get to the midring…”

Dash swiped the air half-heartedly with a hoof. “It’s all about practice, ‘Shy. From what I could tell, you did great for a first timer.” She looked at the stallion’s belly above her. “Didn’t she, Lane?”

Some obscure, yet recognizably positive, mumbling carried from the stallion.

“See?” said Dash, patting the semi-hard cock with a hoof. “He approves, too.”

Thunderlane collapsed to his side on the carpet. “I need a break,” he said hazily.

“Just make sure you don’t doze off,” said Dash. “I still have use for that thing between your balls.” She turned a lustful look at Fluttershy. “In the meantime…I think I have another unfinished job in my hooves.”

Fluttershy tore her eyes off the exhausted stallion, focusing on the gleaming magenta before her. She really is enjoying this. No, it’s plain to see that she loves this. This is her fantasy come true. In a blink of an eye, the hesitant reservedness disappeared from Fluttershy’s face. In its place, an intimate smile blossomed. “You do hate leaving work incomplete, don’t you?” she asked with a velvety voice. She rose to her wings and flew to the couch where she spread out like an exotic flower. “Come finish it off, then.”

Dash surged on her like a starving wolf.

Lying in the aftermath of his massive orgasm, Thunderlane’s mind recovered slowly as Wits found its way back to the cockpit, only to find Lust out cold on the floor. Mixed moans drew his blind gaze towards the direction he expected the couch to lay. Wits hesitated for a moment, but as Lust grumbled sleepily behind him, Thunderlane cracked open his blindfold with a wingtip. Holy haystack. And I thought seeing two mares kissing was erotic. Before his revealed eye, Dash was eating out Fluttershy. The yellow mare’s head drooped back and her front legs were spread on the couch. From Dash, he could only see her rump, swaying tail, and back of the head that moved up and down in Fluttershy's lap. They both groaned in pleasure so passionate that it was nothing short of music. And the melody made fresh blood rush in Thunderlane’s veins. With some difficulty, he stood up.

“Ahhaahhamhma!” wailed Fluttershy as pleasure seized her body. Dash was blowing her better than ever before, her tongue vice come flesh. This is even better than with the stockings. She is just amazing, incredible. Another wild moan fled her, accompanied by uncontrolled shuddering. It was shortly responded by Dash, although her voice was muffled by the pussy she devoured. Then her motions turned even more urgent, fervent, inconsistent. Fluttershy lifted her neck…and saw that Thunderlane had mounted Dash who had bent over her. The stallion’s front legs stood firmly next to Dash’s flanks, almost touching Fluttershy’s. He was already inside her, pumping into the cyan mare in frenzy. But he…the blindfold…he is not wearing the blindfold anymore. Fluttershy stared into the amber eyes, eyes like honey, eyes like gold. And they stared back at her. For a moment, the flame of pleasure was about to extinguish in the medley of ice and gold.

But then Dash pushed back with her hips while swirling her tongue over Fluttershy’s clit. And the show went on.

This is the awesomest thing of all the awesomest things that I have ever had in my whole awesome life, thought Dash. Or would have thought, had there been any room in her mind for thoughts so consistent as that. The satisfaction was strong enough to pull apart most of her normal cognitive functions, building constructions of untold felicity from their ruins, only to smash them to bits by a whim. Higher, faster, stronger. Those where the elements of her mind build anew by the blueprints of bliss. They were the hammers that shook her body, they were the feathers that tickled her soul. And among them, sovereign in its glory, stood the imperative more. The cock that lanced inside her felt amazing. The pussy into which she sank her tongue tasted sweeter than any cider. The combination was overwhelming, overarching, over-everything.

Thunderlane’s experience wasn’t that much different from the mare's whom he rutted in earnest. He wasn’t looking at Fluttershy anymore, but had wrapped his left front leg against Dash’s chest to get a better angle. It was working great. With every thrust he reached up to his hilt, for she was still wet enough to accommodate him with ease. Regardless of the undeniable numbness he still felt, her pussy was a haven for him. Every time he sank into her she would squeeze him, massaging his meat with the wiry muscles of her pelvis. I’m gonna cum again. Oh sweet Celestia, I’m really gonna cum again. He could sense the second orgasm gradually building up, but this time he had to work for it, tend for it, revel in it. And that was exactly what he did.

Fluttershy was the first to cross the line. “Ahahahhamamaha!” she screamed, her back arching along with her neck in an asymmetrical embodiment of ultimate satisfaction. She pressed Dash’s head even more deeper into her, practically burying her friend into her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes yes yes – aahha! – yeshahahhaammhh…” Her voice trailed into the vortex of senselessness, and her body fell into some sort of a limbo.

Dash’s peak followed suite. It was not from this world, although it pierced Dash like the sharpest blade. “Ooohhhhmmmyygoohhshhs!!” She had to detach from the pussy just so she could let it out, so she could scream it to the world. “AHaAHAHahahahhhmhmhmmh!!” Perhaps whole minutes later, she collapsed against Fluttershy's thigh. But the jolts of pleasure wouldn’t let her rest, for behind her Thunderlane was still at it.

Aaallmosstst theeerrreee…He fucked her as if his life depended on it. His face was a mask forged in the realm beyond pain and pleasure. Juuuststst a biiiiitttt…. His muscles cramped, and in the control room Lust ate Wit’s guts with gory hooves. Ohhohohhmyyyhyyhghagahaghg!!! He rammed himself as deep as there was depth. His whole body became nothing but the extension of his hips which in turn where the bare engine behind his cock, the centre of the whole universe for him. His balls didn’t have any seed left to spare, but that meant little and less to anything or for anypony, for meaning itself seemed to fade in the living room as the final member of the unio mystica clicked into its place. The mosaic they formed was no doubt the engineered embodiment of some divine intellect; such was the utter, fantastical perfection of it all. It was the kind of stuff that one finds books written about.

Eternity passed. Her mind spinning, her mane a mess and face covered in all kinds of liquids, Rainbow Dash reared her head, swaying. She coughed and said with a hoarse, dreamy voice: “Now that we’ve done that…you think Big Mac could be up to some foursome?”

Staying Awake in a Dream

A Pegasus Is Fine, Too

by Stanku

Proofreader: Senyu

On a clear, sunny day, amidst the calm harmony of birdsong and an occasional light breeze, a drop of sweat dropped from a pegasus’s brow. Its fall was not characterized by direct vertical movement; instead of landing neatly on the track below, it flew on a wide arch for good ten meters before being utterly demolished by the red paving. By this time, the pegasus had already sped half a track away, sowing countless other salty pearls in the course of his formidable velocity. He heard the clock beeping in his wrist, and cringed as he tore the last ounces of strength left in his powerful wings for the final stretch. Were it not for the glasses he wore, the air resistance would have made him weep.

Suddenly, the loud beeping stopped, and so did the pegasus, or at least he tried his best to. He braked with his wings and landed on the track. Even then he had to abide to his own momentum and gallop a short distance before he could bring himself to a halt. He panted heavily and fresh sweat gleamed on his brow in the bright sunlight. For a moment he just basked there, catching his breath and resting his strained wings and muscles. Suddenly, he could hear wingbeats approaching him from behind. He immediately straightened his slacking body. “How did…I do?” he asked, panting.

A cyan mare with a rainbow mane flew casually beside her, face serious. “From a scale of zero to awesome, I’d say…very awesome!” Her grave expression broke into a satisfied glee. “In fact, you hoofily broke your record!”

“Over 18 laps?” said Thunderlane, amazed. “You’re saying I flew…over 18 laps?”

Rainbow Dash gave him a baffled look. “No…you did seventeen and a half. But that’s still your new record, right?”

The stallion shifted his weight between his legs. “Uhm…no, not exactly…” he said, averting her magenta eyes. “I forgot to mention the fact, but…”

“But what?” she asked, suddenly narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

The stallion glanced at the cyan mare. “Well, the thing is that I broke my record last week…unofficially.” He gave her an awkward smile. “It’s 17 and three quarters now.”

Her gaze, along with her voice, sharpened a tad more. “Lane…”

“I know I know, I should’ve told you earlier!” he blurted. “I know how badly you want to be up to date about the weather team’s abilities, but–”

“That’s awesome!” she shouted, and slammed him hard on the shoulders. “That’s exactly what I want to see in my crew!”

“Disobedience?” he asked carefully, trying to ignore the stinging pain on the spot where her hoof had landed.

She rolled her eyes. “Spirits, dummy! If everypony was breaking their records in their off-schedule practices, we’d be Equestria’s number one weather team for life!” She flew around him, smiling proudly. “Why keep it a secret, though?”

“Well…I kind of wanted to surprise you…” He followed the mare glide effortlessly above him. “But I guess the cat is out of the bag now.”

“Is that why you didn’t want me to count your laps today?” she asked, turning on her back in the air. His nod incited a mischievous smile on her thin lips. “Aww, that’s cute.”

Thunderlane raised an eyebrow at that. “Uh, sure? Anyway, I guess it was lucky that you happened to be nearby today.” He turned a searching look at the direction of Ponyville. “I don’t know why Helia didn’t come today…she usually comes right on time to our practices.”

Except if she’s told not to by the coach of the weather team, thought Dash as she studied the stallion under her with bright, rich red eyes. While his attention was elsewhere, she eyed his muscular, lean back from which his smooth wings protrude. From there, her gaze moved to his flank and rump, both of which shared a similarly wiry look. She even tried to peek between his hind legs, but drew her eyes quickly away as he turned his neck. “Yeah, who knows?” she answered to Thunderlane’s comment. “I’m sure she’s fine, though.”

The stallion, oblivious of the examination he was just submitted to, shrugged. “You’re right. Anyway, d’you want to give it a go? I need to take a break.”

“In a moment, yeah,” she said, stopping in the air in front of him. “I was just thinking something…something we could do today.” Her smile represented one of the more intricate ones in her repertoire.

“You mean, some other drill?” he asked curiously.

“In a way, in a way…” Her wings gave the air one stronger beat, flying her behind the stallion. “I guess you could call it a drill.”

He turned around, and blinked as he saw where her eyes had wandered. He laughed shortly, as if in disbelief. “Oh…okay…”

Her eyes rose to meet his, and in them, a fiery spark resided. “You know, just to brush up the good times. Eat well, drink well, fool around the house. You know the drill.”

“You know I do,” he said, his voice suddenly meaningfully tender. Then a sliver of doubt invaded his expression. “Wait…is there something buried here?”

Innocence flooded her face. “Whaat? Do two close friends need a reason to fool around? It’s not like we haven’t before…”

He kept on studying her intently. “No at all…but it has been a while. And this does come kind of out of the blue, don’t you think?”

She only smiled conspicuously. “We’ll see. Six O'clock, my place?”

He couldn't help but snort amusedly. “You’re really something, aren’t you? Okay, okay, I know to play ball when it hits me on the forehead.”

But how about when there’s two coming right at you? “Awesome,” she said slowly. She floated around him again. “I gotta go now. See you then!”

“Hey, I still thought to give that record a shot!” he cried when she is already speeding away.

She didn’t stop, but turned her neck casually and shouted: “You got the beeper thing Twilight gave you! You’ll be fine!”

“But it only measures time, not laps!” he shouted back at her, but the rainbow pegasus had already turned into a mere colourful dot in the sky. He sighed, and shook his head. So like her to leave an invitation and escape right after. And were I a betting pony, I’d stake all my bits that it’s my turn to bring the drinks again. He looked around the empty track, smiling faintly. I wonder if she misses our short romance? I never thought her the type to get sentimental like that. But why else would she be inviting me to her bed again?

***

Okay, he was the easy one, Rainbow Dash thought to herself while soaring through air and the occasional cloud. Stallions are always the simple bit. It’s the mares that might cause problems. Especially this mare. Another member of the cumulus race exploded and faded as the mare glided through it, not even slowing down. I could just ask Pinkie, and she’d say yes even before I got a word out of my mouth. Even Twilight could be up to it, with some persuasion, but Fluttershy…getting her to threesome is like trying to make AJ start farming pears. And that’s why it’d be so damn hot.

As the familiar cottage peeked below her, Rainbow Dash stopped beating with her wings, instead sliding idly lower and lower without any effort at all. Soon her keen eyes spotted the wheat-yellow pegasus in the garden, bending over some of her plants. Again, Rainbow Dash used the opportunity to admire the other pony’s figure. This time she took a moment longer in her spying, eyeing the mare from the house’s grass-covered roof. With an almost dreamy gaze she followed the light-pink tail swing from side to side, just barely covering her rump and nether parts. But it wasn’t her behind that she was most interested in, but her neck and, more importantly, the mane that waved around it, that enrobed it in a pink dream soft as a butterfly’s kiss.

Without making a sound, Rainbow Dash landed behind her friend. “Hi ‘Shy.”

Fluttershy meeped, and glanced behind her. She was still bending over her vegetable plantings, wearing her straw gardening hat. “Oh, hello, Dashie. I didn’t hear you coming.”

“You stuck there or what?” continued the Rainbow Dash, peeking over her rump.

Fluttershy stood up properly, looking down on the plants with a warm smile. “Oh no, I was just having a talk with a ladybug there. She was just passing by my carrots.”

“That’s…interesting,” said Dash disinterestedly. “So…you got anything planned for the evening?”

The Fluttershy turned to look at her. “Nothing special, no. The whole week has been very quiet, actually. Why?”

I have to tread carefully now. Must not scare her. “Oh, nothing,” said Dash casually. “I was just planning a bit of a night-out. Or a night-in, really.” She pretended to be studying the various vegetables around. “Thought about inviting some friends over to my place.”

Fluttershy gave her the same warm smile she had to the ladybug. “Oh? That sounds really nice. Am I being invited too?”

“That was kind of the plan, yeah,” answered Dash, glancing at Fluttershy. “If you don’t got anything special going on?”

“No no, I would be thrilled to attend,” said the Fluttershy happily. “Are the others coming?”

Dash pursed her lips slightly. “Uh, no, not really…It’d be just you, me, and Thunderlane. Would that be cool with you?”

The warm smile flickered, but didn’t fail. “Of course. I haven’t had many opportunities to get to know him before.”

“Oh, you’ll get to know him well enough alright,” said Dash, unable to help herself. She laughed awkwardly at the confused look of her friend. “I’m just saying that we pegasi should spent some time just together, you know? Have the feathers talk and all that.”

“I suppose…but I’m sure we could invite the others, too?”

Dash rubbed the back of her neck with a hoof, eyes wandering again. “Sure, sure we could…but I thought we could meet at my place and, you know…It’s made of clouds and all.”

“That could cause some problems for them, yes,” agreed Fluttershy with a hint of suspicion in her voice. “Uhm, is there any particular reason to have a party?”

“Do we need one?” responded Dash, shrugging her lean shoulders. “It’s just some fun, ‘Shy. You like fun right?” She looked at her meaningfully under her brows.

A weary look invaded Fluttershy’s eyes. “Oh no…are you…are you again trying to…?”

Oh, blast. “Hey hey, don’t take it like that!” hurried Rainbow Dash. “I didn’t say anything about, about…anything you thought I did!” She stepped closer to her, smiling reassuringly. “You could just watch first or–”

“Rainbow Dash!” blurted Fluttershy, her eyes widening under the straw hat. “How could you! I told you that I don’t want to have any part in, in…that!”

Double blast. “Oh, come on!” whined Dash, lifting herself one meter in the air. “Can’t we even talk about it anymore?”

“I thought we wouldn't need to,” said Fluttershy quietly under the shadow of her hat.

“But it’s Thunderlane we’re talking about!” continued Dash, desperation and annoyance seeping through her voice. “I’ve been with him! He can be very cool and mindful! He can–”

“A no is a no, Rainbow Dash,” said the yellow pegasus, looking up. A sad look covered her eyes. “It doesn’t matter who the third wheel would be; they would still be the third wheel. I don’t like third wheels in bed.”

Dash narrowed her eyes. “I might be blubbering nonsense, but didn't you once say that you don’t like singing in public? And how did that turn out?”

Fluttershy’s eyes don’t sway. “I still don’t like it…but now I’m not mortally afraid of it. And there is a difference between bedplay and singing, Rainbow Dash, and you should know that.”

“Is there, Fluttershy?” she asked a bit reproachfully. “What is that, exactly?”

Fluttershy looked anxiously around. “Do we have to talk about this outside? Somepony might hear…”

“So what?!” cried Dash, spreading her front legs theathretically. She calmed down a bit when she noticed her friend’s reaction. She landed down next to her. “I’m sorry, ‘Shy…I just don’t understand you, not one bit. When we have ‘bedplay’, you’re relaxed like a cat, but otherwise you can’t even talk about it without blushing. Can’t you see the weirdness in that?”

Another smile, this time somewhat mystical, touched Fluttershy’s lips. “It may be hard for you to understand…but sex is very intimate to me. It’s when I’m at my most vulnerable state, when I give myself to somepony completely.” She tilted her head a bit while looking at her friend. “For you, it’s always a game, a race. Just fun, just for fun. And you always brag about how much you get to have it.”

Rainbow Dash looked deep into the bright teal eyes, and for a moment forgot the color of them. She sighed, and swayed her head. “I guess you’re right. I do like to race a lot, to have a lot…but not with you.” She looked longfully at her. “With you, it’s different. It’s more like you said, like…opening…to you. And I’ve never bragged about having fuc–I mean, having had sex with you.”

Fluttershy took a step closer to the other mare, touching her neck with a hoof. “Then why would you want to make me a third wheel?” She didn’t ask it unkindly.

Dash closed her eyes, and leaned closer to her caressing hoof. “Because I want to feel both the intimacy and the race. When I’m with the one, I always miss the other. And it’s driving me nuts.” She pressed her neck gently against hers.

They remain quiet for awhile, enjoying each other’s touch. “I don’t believe that can be,” said Fluttershy. “You can’t have intimacy with too many ponies. You can race, but not open up.”

“Have you ever tried?”

Fluttershy kept on smoothing her neck, underneath which wiry muscles stirred. “I don’t believe I need to, Dashie. I’m sorry. For me, it would be like staying awake in a dream.”

Rainbow Dash detached from her caress, looking at her apologetically. “No. I’m sorry. I’m being selfish, trying to push this on you.” She looked sadly at her own hooves. “I just thought it might do good to both of us.”

Fluttershy planted a light kiss on her forehead. “We’re doing great already.”

Dash smiled playfully again. “Heh, yeah. Yeah we are. I suppose I’ll be drinking Thunderlane’s bits all alone, then.”

“You’re still going to invite him?” Fluttershy asked in surprise.

Rainbow Dash only grinned more. “Well, I did invite him already…and I may have hinted at some possibility of bedplay. Wouldn’t be cool to back him down now.” She rose to her wings, the sunlight painting her in golden glow. “I need to clean up some before six o'clock. And cook, too. See ya around, ‘Shy.”

“See you around,” echoed Fluttershy as she watched Rainbow Dash fly on her way. She looked at her as long as she could.

And then returned to the conversation with the ladybug.

***

Soft clinking of bottles followed Thunderlane’s flight as he made casual progress through the cooling air of the young evening. The saddlebags on his flanks were packed with sweet apple cider, and even though they had cost him a half a day’s salary, he couldn’t bring himself to worry too much about the fact. It will all pay itself back soon. And with interest, I’d say; Dash was practically drooling over me back in the flying track. He started humming a joyous tune, and were it not for the precious cargo, he might have made a few aerial loops.

After a short while, Rainbow Dash's cloud castle shined below him. The adolescent twilight made the building's clean white walls a canvas to which all the colours of the world appeared as if by magic. Thunderlane whistled, and shortly landed on the house’s porch. He took a deep breath, made sure that his mane was protruding as it ought to, and knocked on the door.

“Just a sec!” carried the mare’s voice beyond. The peculiar quickness of the response made Thunderlane frown. His doubts increased when the ensuing silence stretched over two minutes.

“Is everything okay there?” he asked through the door. He heard hasty movements and what might be cursing inside.

“I said a sec, okay?!” shouted the voice again, even more alarmed than before. Almost immediately, it was followed by: “Oh, for the love of…”

Thunderlane opened his mouth to call out, but instead wrinkled his nose as a bitter scent wafted by him. Is that...smoke? “Dash? What’s going on there?”

The door was suddenly thrown ajar, and Rainbow Dash bursted from the house, followed by clouds of thick black smoke. “Bucking *cough* hay!” she cried while flying outside, blinking her watering eyes.

“Is the house on fire?!” blurted Thunderlane, escaping the smoke himself to the mare.

She wiped her eyes with a hoof, muttering more curses. “Nah…just the snacks I forgot in the stove…” She gave him a look that told volumes. “I never thought common pastry could be so...sensitive.” One last cough ended her sentence.

He smiled in relief. “Oh, good…for a moment I thought something serious had happened.”

She glared at him for a second, but then started laughing. “Heheh…Ugh, yeah…I guess so.” She looked at the her own front door below them. The pillar of smoke had already subsided formidably. “Luckily the house is easy to ventilate. With any luck, the smell shouldn't bother us too much.”

“I’m sure it wont,” he answered, stealing a glance at her slender and wiry figure. No makeup, no dress, no nothing extra. She is perfect just like she is; a little racing machine finessed to excellence. “Should we venture in?” he asked, turning his eyes to hers. “I’d love to get this load off my back.”

She looked at the saddlebags that seemed about to burst, the way how fully they had been packed. Her face lit up immediately. “I knew you’d remember the drill. Okay, let’s go inside; try not to faint or anything.”

“There’s not that much smoke anymore, is there?” he said while flying behind her.

“Wasn’t talking about the smoke,” she answered as they entered the house.

“Whoah…” gasped Thunderlane as he entered the large space that served the purpose of a hall and living room in Dash’s home. In the middle of the spacious room, there stood two large mattresses covered by sky-blue sheets and filled with several pillows that very much resembled clouds. Some beeswax candles were burning around the floor and on various levels around the massive bed that seemed to make everything else gravitate closer to itself. Despite the smell of smoke, a sweet, honeyed scent lingered in the air. “I think I saw something like this in a decoration magazine once,” he said.

“You read decor magazines?” asked Dash sarcastically while flying to the kitchen, where the smoke
was still thickest.

“I…That’s not the point! It seems that you’re doing something more than just reading them.” He left the door open and stepped closer to the enormous entity that could have embodied the idea of softness. This seems so unlike her…what is going on?

“Just put the drinks somewhere,” called the mare from the room beyond. “I have to put out these flames…”

“What?!”

Her face peeked over the doorframe, a teasing smile decorating it. “Just kidding, dummy. Relax, I’ll be there in a sec.”

Thunderlane shook his head as Rainbow Dash disappeared again. The saddlebags let out one last clink before quieting down on the bare floor. Even as the bed practically begged him to stretch himself out on it, there was something so estranging about it that he avoided it for now. Instead, he circled around it, studying the large room in general. Doesn’t seem like much else has changed since my last visit. The place still looks as awesome as its resident. He looked through the wide open windows and the fading sunlight that gave room for the stars beneath. He couldn’t see any yet, but he knew that they were there, watching him back. They’re in for a show, I can say that. The sound of approaching wings drew his attention away from the sky.

“Ta-daa,” said Rainbow Dash anti-climatically, carrying a trayful of black baked goods between her front legs. “Wanna try one?”

“I’ll pass,” he said after a while, trying to keep his poker face intact. “I could make a note of that trope where a gorgeous mare ever can’t cook well, but that’d be cheesy.”

She laughed dryly while duly throwing the cookeries through the closest window. “Seriously, I can cook better than this!” She set the tray against a wall and fell on the bed with a soft thud. “You know I do.”

He smiled playfully. “Or maybe it’s that everything tastes better when it’s served on top of you?”

She rolled her magenta eyes quasi-indifferently. “Just throw me a sweet one. I need to wash the soot out my throat.”

He produced two bottles from one of the saddlebags and rose on the bed to hoof one of them over to her. The strong strings barely allowed his hooves to sink even as he put his whole weight on them. “I have to ask…why the massive bed?” he sat down next to her, resting himself against the pillows. “Aren’t the clouds soft enough for you anymore?”

Dash opened the bottle with her teeth and took a long sip. As the glass departed her lips, a faraway look had captured her eyes. She took another sip before answering. “I guess there’s no harm in telling you…the bed’s not meant for me, but for Fluttershy.”

“Eh?”

The mare turned on her flank, the bottle rolling between her hooves. “I had planned inviting her with you to have some good ol’ threeway. She ended up chickening out, but why should I pull down all this just because she’s not coming?” She waved her hoof, referring to the whole romantic set up in the room. “It took me hours to make all this…”

“Hold on, hold on…” begun Thunderlane, putting his bottle down. “You thought we could have threesome with Fluttershy?”

She gave him a baffled look. “Yeah? So what? You don’t like her?”

Thunderlane’s eyes widened in confusion. “What? No, I mean yes, I…what?”

From him the perplexion infected Rainbow Dash. “What is it, Lane? Spit it out.”

He needed to take a deep breath before he could continue. When he spoke, his voice tried to sound extremely calm. “How could you think that we three could get together and have sex, just like that?”

Dash blinked in disbelief. “What, you too? I thought Fluttershy would be the hard one, but now you’re saying that you don’t want threesome, either?”

“I barely know her!”

“But, but…” started Dash, sitting up. “You’re a guy…?”

He gave him a blank look. “...and?”

“I thought you wouldn’t need to be talked into sex with two gorgeous mares!” she blurted, spreading her hooves. “I mean, Fluttershy’s cute, right? I know for sure I am, so what’s the problem?”

He gave her a long look. “You sure you don’t see a problem in just jumping to bed with a pony you hardly know? And throw a third wheel on top of that?”

“What’s with the wheels!?” cried the mare, falling on her back. “It’s not like you two are total strangers…I don’t get it…”

Welcome to the club. “Look, Dash…not everypony takes sex so casually as you do. And I could very well imagine Fluttershy being one of those ponies.” Suddenly, a revelation lighted up his amber eyes. “Hey wait; have you slept with Fluttershy?”

Rainbow Dash rose up, biting her lip. “Yeah. But I’d appreciate it if you could keep that between us. I don’t care who knows, but Fluttershy can be kind of touchy about that.”

Thunderlane studied the mare, and finally uncorked his own bottle. After emptying half of it in one go, he sighed in relief. “That should keep your secret down.”

“Well, it’s not really that big of a secret…Twilight and Pinkie know, too…and I think AJ is suspecting something…but still, better not go shouting it in the market.” She rolled on her side, reaching for her own drink. “She doesn’t fancy to hear about sex, let alone talk about it.”

The amber eyes followed intently as she sipped her cider ponderously. “Does it bother you?” he asked carefully.

“Sometimes,” she answered after a moment of consideration. “It’s hard for me to get why she’s so timid about something so natural. She should be all about nature, right? But the first time I suggested to wheel somepony in, she flipped.” Lying on her back, Rainbow Dash stared at the roof made of clouds. “That’s the only real fight we’ve ever had,” she added quietly.

And this is definitely the weirdest pillow talk I’ve ever had. “But you still thought to give it a shot?”

“I thought she had calmed down by now,” explained Dash, lazily finishing the rest of her drink. “And I think it would do her good.”

Thunderlane put the empty glass away and hoofed her another full one. “Hard to imagine it would if she’s being so totally against it.”

The mare gave him a sharp look. “Oh yeah? Didn’t you just say you hardly know her?”

Always on the offensive. Thunderlane only smirked at her. “I did. I also said that most ponies think twice before diving into unknown sheets.”

“Well maybe they shouldn't,” continued Dash with edgy voice. “What’s the big deal in that, anyway? Sex is good. A lot of sex is better. Logically.” She uncorked her second bottle, but kept her eyes on the stallion.

“I see you’ve thoroughly thought this through,” he answered, still smirking.

“Would you take this seriously for a minute?” she asked sardonically.

“Why? It’s just sex, right?”

Dash snorted, and pushed her face into a pillow. Thunderlane could have sworn that he saw the cloudlike fabric lose a few puffs of its mass as her head pressed against it. “Why is that you want to get Fluttershy into threesome so badly, anyway?” he asked curiously.

“I said it already; it would do good for her.” The pillow took away the pointy end of her voice. “She has to learn not to be ashamed of her own body. Rigidity is a disease.”

“Maybe she just likes her privacy,” suggested Thunderlane, eyeing Dash’s rump with longing. “Kind of harsh to call her choice a disease.”

“I know, I know…” mumbled the mare into the pillow. “It just frustrates me so much sometimes…”

“I think it’s not just Fluttershy’s best that you’re aiming at…” he said, his eyes drinking her figure. The urge to mount her knocked fervently at the back of his mind, demanding to become reality. His hoof shook slightly as he reached for the small of her back.

She didn't flinch at his touch. “Is it that obvious? Jeez, I must be even hornier than I thought…” A soft purr carried from the pillow as his hoof glided by her spine. “Keep on doing that.”

He abided, idly caressing the muscles and coat of her backside. The feeling of them stirring under his touch sent an invigorating pulse over him, and his wings were starting to stiffen. “If it’s threesome you want, I’m sure I could find somepony whom we both know well enough.”

“It’s not about just threesome…” she said between her purrs. “It’s about threesome with Fluttershy. Even the thought makes me go crazy.” She pushed gently with her hips, rubbing herself against the sheets. A faint moan escaped her.

It’s not only Thunderlane’s wings that stiffen now. “Oh? Why’s that, exactly?” he asked perfunctorily, moving his hooves closer to her feathers.

“Aaahhh…I dunno…I don’t care…I just want it…Ahh!”

He slipped his hoof around the base of her left wing, smiling at her reaction. Her feathers stirred faintly, rising from her back like branches of a tree, filled with leaves. He kissed some of them, thirsting for a taste of her. He breathed heavily against her wings, closed his eyes, and let his tongue travel over them in one long, wet stroke. His cock twitched as he finished the slurp.

She turned quickly onto her back, her wings flattening under her. “Hey, don’t smear them!”

A dreamy smile covered his face. “Sorry…I had to get a taste of you.”

Her magenta eyes flickered in the dimming light. “Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it.” With one smooth motion, she pushed herself up with her wings, and captured him into a passionate kiss.

Oh my gosh, she tastes divine. Thunderlane eagerly accepted the tongue that invaded his mouth and intertwined with his own. Neither one of them closed their eyes, but stared deep into each other’s souls as they resumed to play with their tongues and mouths. The magenta eyes glowed as she drew out her tongue and licked his lips and corners of mouth with wet, sloppy moves. The amber burned with lust, and he grabbed her by the neck, drawing her back into another deep kiss. This time, he closed his eyes, and let the world end to the taste of this tongue, to the feeling of her coat, to the slurping sounds, and to the intoxicating scent of her heat. I’ve missed this so much, so friggin much…

Abruptly, she gave him a strong shove of her front legs. He fell onto his back on the mattress, eyes wide with confusion. “What the–” he began, but stopped when he saw her eyes. They were nothing less but aflame. She stared hungrily at his formidable boner, and drooled. Oh my Celestia, he thought.

“I was banking pretty hard on this day, you know,” she said with a husky voice. “I’ve been hardly even clopping for a week…” Her eyes rose slowly to meet his. “You up for a ride?”

“Just get here already,” he begged, moving his legs out of the way. His cock protruded from his pelvis, arching slightly towards his stomach. A drop of precum dripped onto it’s dark surface, travelling all the way to his middle ring where it only barely stopped.

She smiled wickedly. “You’ve missed me, haven’t ya?”

More than I thought. “Who wouldn’t miss you? You’re Rainbow.”

“Tch,” she said, and climbed over him. “That makes you the pot of gold, right?” She caught his cock between her inner lips and slid it between them, coating his meat in her juices in seconds.

“Ahhhaahh…” he groaned as his underside rubbed against her wet folds. He tried to rise up and guide her with his front hooves, but she pinned him down with her own. His honey eyes glanced at her again.

“I don’t remember you being this easy, Lane,” she said. “You been pent-up, too?” She moved her hips again.

“Ghhh…I guess,” he managed, biting his lip. “Practice takes time. Especially when you’re the coach.” More precum dribbled from his tip, mixing with her juices that now covered most of his member.

She giggled almost girlishly. “It’s only fair that I fix that problem, then.” She moved a bit further, and with some help of her hooves, guided him at her entrance. She gave him one last grin. And landed herself on him. She was wet enough to take him halfway in on the first attempt.

“Ahh!” he moaned while pushing with his hips, working himself deeper into her. As tight as before, but wetter than ever. Oh goosshhh… The slow progress felt amazing, too amazing in fact. A fear of cumming right away crossed his mind, making him stop regardless of the burning lust. Think of the dentist, think of the dentist, think of the–

She drove him all the way in. “Aaahh!” she screamed in ecstasy, right before pulling herself up and ramming down again, eyes closed, mouth cracked open, mane swinging wildly over her face. She leaned forward onto her front legs to increase her pace. Soon she was moving like a piston, driving herself up to his base with every thrust. Her panting broke before the occasional animalistic moan of pure pleasure.

Thunderlane stared at her in awe, watched as the sexiest mare he had ever known rode on him without regrets nor restraints. But watching it was nothing compared to what it was to feel it. Her pace was quick enough so that he couldn’t immerse himself too deep into the bliss, but still slow enough that he could catch onto those fleeting moments when he was completely inside her, and feel them stack up. Her walls clasped to him, massaging his throbbing meat. Somewhere along the way, the fear of ejaculating was drained away in the face of the immense satisfaction of it all. All there was left was the drive, the pleasure, the following thrust.

For Rainbow Dash, the experience was fulfilment in the fullest meaning of the word. A whole week without sex had taken its toll on the mare who was only a medical check away of being labeled as a nymphomaniac. But now she was set on taking it all back, with interest. She threw her neck back, her gorgeous mane swinging over her eyes. “Aaahhmmmha!” she moaned, and licked her lips dry of panting. His rod filled her up nicely, brushing against her g-spot as it plunged into her marehood over and over again. Already she felt the warm glow building inside her, and were it not for her pent-up state, she might’ve ridden him for another twenty minutes or so. But the temptation to cum was overwhelming, and so she reached for her love button with her right hoof, and started massaging it. She tried to be gentle at first, but soon she was clopping as furiously as she was bouncing on top of him.

Thunderlane saw what was up, and begun pushing more with his hips. The problem was that he could hardly keep up with her furious pace. And the pressure inside his cock was getting unbearable. He breathed heavily and sweated even more, tried to think of the dentist, but all he ended up imagining was her fucking him in a nurse outfit, and the image did little to suppress the orgasm that was only a twitch away now. “Rainbow – Ah! – I can’t – Ahhmmh! – I can’t hold anym–.” He could barely finish sentence as the fireworks began. The big blast, the one that would cover the whole sky in all the colours of the rainbow, was preceded by a short series of smaller explosions that by themselves could have gone for as an orgasm in some context. As it hit him, he screamed. His limbs pressed against the sheets while his cock surged creamy liquid deep inside her, spurting uncontrollably for half a minute. He thrashed in pleasure on the bed, jolts of bliss playing him like a harp. His eyes remained fixated on the sight of his cock diving into the mare of her dreams, cum dribbling thickly on its side. And then he realized that she hadn't reached her peak yet.

Rainbow Dash was only faintly aware that her companion had orgasmed; she was only barely aware of anything that didn’t have immediate relevance for the imminent apex of untold enjoyment that she could practically taste by now. Her hoof moved like a possessed clockwork, and her face almost looked like it was racked by terrible pain. Her previously precise pumping was turning more unsteady, but not any less fervent.

She is teasing herself, he realized hazily as the retreating bliss gave way to normal cognitive functions. She is stretching her limits like she was in a race.

“Just…bit…more…” she blubbered incoherently, eyes wide shut. Her body was practically spasming by now.

Despite the most powerful orgasms he had had for longer than he could remember, he didn’t feel the lust leaving him. The mare’s heat was so vivid it was contagious; it spread like a wildfire, surging through him and keeping his flame alive, too. She is incredible. Simply incredible. Without thinking, he straightened his wings behind his back, and rose up.

“Whoah!” she cried as he pushed her on her back on the bed. He was still inside her, but her hind legs were now wrapped around his waist. She was about to say something, but then he pushed. “Aaahahhmmmh!” she groaned.

The stallion begun fucking her as if he hadn’t cum after all. His member was still hard, but heavy numbness covered it, a cloud through which he had to glide to touch the spark of pleasure that lay beneath. But every time he managed in that, the sensation was like nothing he had known before. He wasn’t hunting for another orgasm anymore. He was after something even more precious; her pleasure.

Dash watched the stallion push into her in frenzy. Due to the change of position, he was getting just a bit deeper now, and that extra half of an inch or so was the last drop in the grail that she had been gradually filling for the past ten minutes. She came while trying to reach for her clit. “Aaahhhaammmhh…” she wailed, just as she knew that she had crossed the line. When the waves of carnal perfection toppled the walls of her mind, she didn’t even know anymore whether she was screaming or not. Her juices flowed wildy, making a mess of him as well. The orgasm seemed to last for days, or perhaps it was several orgasms. When the surface of her mind calmed to the point that she could recognize it as her own, she noticed that he was laying on top of her. Both were panting, and sweat and other bodily liquids covered their coats.

“Did I say you know the drill?” she asked with somewhat of a disorganized voice.

“Whah?” he whispered.

“Nothing,” she said, and collapsed on the blankets herself. They lay there for an incalculable amount of time.

“I said I know the drill,” he said finally, rolling next her. A thick stream of diaphanous goo followed his cock, only to snap as he turned to his side.

“You better. I taught you that.” She smiled mischievously, although the blush that covered her cheeks took away the grin’s sharpest edge.

He put a wing on her flat tummy. “You're the best couch.” The amber eyes vanished behind dark eyelids.

She gave him a suspicious look. “You’re not gonna start sleeping, are ya?”

He shook his head faintly. “Nah. Just enjoying the moment.” He nuzzled closer to her.

She almost wanted to draw away from him, but let him cuddle closer to her in the end. She stared at the ceiling, listening to his breathing. The room was growing dim. She glanced at him, and saw a satisfied smile on his lips. The same smile that she herself always gave to another pony, a pony whom she never had to keep awake, because it would be she who’d fall asleep first. What did she mean, “staying awake in a dream?” What is it that she’s afraid of?

And how do I make her forget it?