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?”