A Pegasus Is Fine, Too

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.”