My life is a glass...

Chapters

...that is half-full with a liquid of unknown origin
...full of poison and she's the antidote
...that I share gladly
...drunk in great company
...and it is fabulous!
...that is tall and deep
...Last Round Part One
...Last Round Part Two

...that is half-full with a liquid of unknown origin

Luck is a very vague concept if you think about it.

The meaning can differ greatly from person to person, making any attempts to define it rather pointless. Many think though, that those who have mostly good things happen to them could call themselves lucky.

By that definition, it would be safe to say that Hard Knock had never been a very lucky pony. He was the kind of stallion who learned to feel completely content if just nothing too bad happened. A pony who had a higher chance to lose a bit than to find one.

Ponies called him pessimistic, but Hard Knock couldn’t disagree more heartily.

To his understanding, a pessimist thinks something bad is going happen with a sullen outlook on life. He did so too, but prepares himself without being a whiny bitch about it.

Nothing could have prepared him for his latest stroke of bad luck though.

Sometimes, Hard Knock wondered if his parents knew what life would have in store for him and decided for a suitable name that way. Knowing his father though, he found it more likely that they couldn’t resist the pun after they named his older sister.

Berry Punch and Hard Knock. Simply hilarious.

Come to think of it, the names of his two cousins were Sugar Kick and Short Stomp.

And neither of them had come to visit since he had his little “accident”. That’s how his drunkard sister sold it to their parents when they asked what happened to him, and Hard Knock was cool with that. Both of them were on a well-earned vacation, after dad had officially retired last year.

His family had a long running tradition of brewers since before the time of Celestia, and Hard Knock had taken over the family business with his sister for better or worse. They used to only make wine under their fathers guidance, but since his retirement, had branched out to beers and hard liquor. This year, Berry even planned to do her own cider by reverse engineering and improving the Apple family recipe only from taste.

Something that he knew would be a piece of cake for her. Nobody could challenge Berry Punch when it came to beverages, alcoholic or not, and the stock that she didn’t consume herself was without a doubt the best in equestria.

She wouldn’t need Hard Knock at all, if it weren’t for her lack of self-control. He would always look after her safety and operate the more delicate machinery. They had worked out a little routine which had worked for a couple of years now, but it just so happened one morning that he didn’t get up at his usual time and Berry had started operating their huge distiller without him.

He had told her at least a thousand times to stay away from the machinery if she had more ethanol inside herself than the fricking machine.

Unfortunately, Berry only listened to somepony when she wasn’t drunk, which happened once in a full Nightmare Moon. You would be hard pressed to find a family photo of her after the age of sixteen where she wasn’t holding a drink, a character trait she shared with most of the family tree, making Hard Knock the exception.

So of course, the goddamn distiller exploded and took off like a rocket ship through the cellar ceiling. The impromptu missile had hit Hard Knock like a steam hammer during breakfast on the first floor, smashing him through two more floors and the roof.

It carried him fifty feet in the air before it ran out of juice, spiraling back to the ground and into the local smithery. The anvil storage to be precise, but Hard Knock luckily wasn’t conscious anymore to this point and didn’t feel a thing on impact.

They got an invoice for a dented anvil though.

When Hard Knock woke up later in the hospital, he saw his sister in tears for the first time in years. They were real tears, not the drunken wailing she did after one or two cases of wine, and Hard Knock felt really sorry for her at that moment. He lost that feeling in an instant as he got to take a good first look at himself and his battered body.

Almost every inch on Hard Knock's body was covered up with bandages or plastered.

If it weren’t for the little spots of plum-colored coat shining through the bandages, Hard Knock wouldn’t have recognized himself in the mirror. He wanted to scream at the time, but couldn’t due to his injuries and tight bandages around his jaw.

Berry had nervously chuckled at the rage-filled eyes of her brother and quickly excused herself with a promise to visit regularly.

That had been four weeks ago and she had stayed true to her word and came almost every day for a few hours to keep Hard Knock company and tell him what was going on out there. As the days passed, so did his anger relating to his suddenly well-behaved sister.

At day thirty she came in proudly with a big red button which Hard Knock instantly recognized.

The reward button for thirty days of soberness from the AA. For years they had tried to come that far, but it always had ended in tearful and violent setbacks. It seems it took himself almost dying to set Berry straight and she hugged him with tears of joy in her eyes.

She had to go after that, placing the red chip on his nightstand and leaving him alone in his quiet room.

Through the first few days of his stay in the hospital, Hard Knock had been a bit bummed out because of the lack of visitors besides Berry. He didn’t have many ponies who were close to him, but he expected at least some visits. Soon though, he realized the newfound peace and quiet in his little sanctuary called “patient’s room 149”.

He was fed thrice a day, had time for himself to ponder about life, and could sleep as long as he wanted.

Ponies should dare to call him pessimistic after he found something good in this situation.

Hard Knock was content with his lot now after four weeks, and that seemingly wouldn’t stand with whatever cosmic power who was in charge of torturing him. That’s what he thought at least, when the nurses carried his new roommate in with at least five other ponies in tow.

He could only see their silhouettes through the drawn curtain, but was sure that they were all female from the sound of their voices.

Really loud and obnoxious voices.

“...And look! You have a roommate!”

The curtain that parted the room was suddenly pushed aside. He was confronted with half a dozen pairs of eyes staring at him.

The rainbow maned pegasus mare in the bed gave him a bored look and hid herself under the blankets.

“Nice to see you too, sunshine,” he thought as he turned his attention to the other ponies in the room, “Ah, the troublemakers.”

Those mares had achieved a status of semi-fame in the town one way or another. Many considered them national heroes, but Hard Knock didn’t care much for these ponies and had never bothered to learn their names.

There was the pink menace from Sugarcube Corner still pointing at him with that creepily large grin of hers. This grin kept Hard Knock out of that bakery and drove him to abandon sweets.

Right behind her stood the unicorn fashionista of Ponyville with that ridiculously complicated hair and the odd recluse yellow pegasus who lived on the outskirts of the Everfree Forest.

The name of the orange earth pony was Applejack. He knew her name because of his sister’s raving about their cider.

The most famous was the purple unicorn from Canterlot though. The prized pupil of Princess Celestia, sent to this town to learn the magic of friendship.

“Whatever the hell that means…” thought Hard Knock, trying to ignore the chatter of them and the doctor when the nurse came in.

“I’m sorry dear, we’re supposed to have literature for our patients, but our stock on books got water damage from a pipe leakage last week and the replacements aren’t in yet.”

The rainbow maned Pegasus stirred under her covers. “Don’t bother, I wouldn’t read books anyway. Books are for eggheads.”

The purple unicorn frowned at that, but didn’t do anything else.

They had to leave soon after that, but left the curtain open which meant he had to deal with the antics of the mare next to him.

Throwing that goddamn squeaky ball all over the room and hitting him a few times.

“boing, boing, boing, boing… awwh! You made me lose it!”

Watching her struggle with the hospital food.

“Is her nose actually stuck in the glass?”

Getting blinded every second by the bright lamp on her nightstand.

“click, clack, click, clack, click, click, clack ,clack”

And interrupting his attempts to sleep by smashing the back of her head into the bed’s headpiece.

“bonk…ow! bonk… ow! bonk… ow!”

She robbed him of his last nerve!

“... to get to the other side!” she said with a large grin, expecting a reaction from him, “Get it? Never mind…”

Hard Knock sighed in relief as the mare drew the curtain closed. Maybe now he would finally be able to get some peace and quiet again. The tranquility lasted for measly two minutes before his curtain opened again.

“It sucks being stuck here! Can you believe that I’ve got to endure this boredom for another couple of days?”

“My heart breaks from sympathy,” Hard Knock thought dryly.

His lack of reaction earned him a frown from the mare. From her experience, there should be nobody who was this indifferent to her awesome presence. He didn’t even look at her when she talked to him, despite the fact that he wouldn’t even have to move his head to do so.

“How long are you gonna be here?” she said and looked at his clipboard at the end of the bed, “Hard Knock is your name? You look pretty banged up Hard Knock, but how bad can it… oh...!”

Her eyes shifted from the clipboard and back to him in short intervals, confirming his different injuries with the ones mentioned on the list. Hard Knock heard the sound of someone swallowing hard and saw a slight hint of pity in her eyes before she put the clipboard with his file back.

“It’s not like this is a competition…So… how’s the food?”

He gave her a deadpan look and mustered all of his strength to nod at the clipboard. Reading it again, she saw the relevant part where it said “Fractured jaw: Food digestible only in liquid form through a tube.”

Her lip quivered. “Ok, ok, you win! You’ve got it way worse than me! Your life sucks more than mine, are you happy now?”

Hard Knock started shaking.

“Not what I meant to say! I didn’t want to make you cry! Honest! Please I’m not a bad… are you laughing?”

She thought he’d been upset about her comment, but recognized a chuckle even through his bandages and clenched jaw.

“You colossal dick!”

In one quick motion she jumped on the bed and towered above him. For a second Hard Knock feared that she would beat him up, but felt reassured when the mare sat down on her haunches with a smirk.

“Good one, you really got me. I’m Rainbow Dash by the way.”

“Most fitting.”

“The most amazing flyer you will ever lay your eyes on!”

“And the most humble,” thought Hard Knock as he stared at her, fully unimpressed by her boasting.

Rainbow Dash gave him a bored look. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

Silence followed and remained for a few moments with Hard Knock questioning the general intelligence of this mare, before Rainbow Dash snickered and rolled around the bed.

“You’re quite the comedian…” thought Hard Knock with a roll of his eyes, but jerked when she poked him in the chest.

“Oh, I know what to do! Lets turn this into a little game of twenty questions. I ask you a question about yourself and you blink once for yes and twice for no. Clever huh?”

Rainbow Dash missed his wry expression, currently busy posing.

“And in return, you experience the privilege to get to know something about me in general. Any things you might want to add?”

She earned herself another stare as she snickered again at her own joke.

“Great, me first!”

One thing that a hospital stay does to you is mess with your sleeping habits. When you lie in bed all day and rest, you lose any sense of time.

That’s the reason why the two of them sat there together pretty much all day and well into the night.

As he expected, Rainbow Dash really liked to talk about herself and the things she had passion for. The Wonderbolts, her constant endeavours to finally get accepted into their ranks and flying in general filled a large chunk of their one-sided conversation.

Although he was genuinely surprised from the other things she decided to tell him, like really personal stuff about her hopes, dreams and even fears.

Another huge part were Rainbow’s friends and ponies close to her. This was also the part where Hard Knock noticed that her boasting didn’t limit itself to herself, but also incorporated other ponies as she praised their numerous positive deeds and character traits.

Rainbow Dash had made herself more and more comfortable on his bed during the night, until she was using one of his plastered legs as pillow.

A yawn escaped her lips as she finished the last bit of character trivia about Pinkie Pie and she stretched her slender legs with an astounding nimbleness. The real kicker however was when she bent her body to a point that she could take care of an itch on her butt with her own teeth.

Hard Knock swallowed hard. “She certainly is flexible…”

“...Hey, do you think that maybe I should dye my…” said Rainbow Dash while turning her head to look at him and stopped mid-sentence.

She did get a good look at him, but not the part she was aiming for. A large bulge on his groin blocked her view of his face.

Beyond his control, Hard Knock had developed a hard on in the presence of a mare whose head was not more than a few inches away from his crotch.

It was that infuriating kind of boner, that was just hard enough to be noticed but too limp to do anything with. The kind that never goes away and stays around awkwardly like an unwanted houseguest on Hearth's Warming Eve. With his mobility impaired due to his plastered and bandaged body, Hard Knock couldn’t do anything about it and resigned himself to whatever would come now.

He looked at her in defeat, but Rainbow Dash didn’t seem to notice with her eyes still fixated on the large bulge on his bandaged groin. She was eerily silent and calm in contrast to her usual antics.

One of her front legs inched closer to it and Hard Knock started sweating under his bandages.

He held his breath when her hoof was a mere inch apart from touching and she quickly retracted it with a small gasp. She bit the inside of her cheeks and looked him in the eyes.

“Can I see it?” she said in a whisper, barely audible to his ears.

All he could do as response was a muffled grunt, trying to convey his confusion.

“It’s just that I’ve never seen one before... a stallion’s p... penis, I mean.”

Somehow she seemed smaller to him than a moment ago. The reason might be that when Rainbow Dash wasn’t puffing her chest with pride and sporting hunched shoulders, somepony would notice how tiny her frame actually is.

She looked downright fragile now.

“Crazy, huh? An awesome mare like me never got far enough to see one and isn’t even capable of getting a stallion in the first place.”

He had thought that her boasting was the worst, but seeing her moody like that made his skin crawl with uncomfortableness.

“Guys have never really been interested in me, because I’m so unfeminine and unattractive to them.”

If Hard Knock had been able to move his jaw, he would’ve dropped it on the floor at this moment. She couldn’t possibly think that she wasn’t attractive? Most mares, his sister included, would kill for a figure like Rainbow’s with not a single speck of fat in the wrong spot.

Rainbow Dash was muscular from her training, but not excessively like that one daughter from the Apple family with her apple bucking thunder thighs.

Those would grind a stallion’s pelvis into dust.

That any stallion would pass up the opportunity to tap such a flank seemed completely ludicrous. Then again, his first impression of her wasn’t good either. Rainbow Dash was a very impulsive and forthcoming pony, which are wonderful qualities for a star athlete but also intimidate many stallions. The poor thing was a victim of her own confidence.

“Ah, what the heck!”

He blinked once.

The meaning was lost to her for a second and she frowned. Rainbow Dash had talked the whole time and hadn’t asked him a single question up to this point, which had made her forget the meaning they agreed on at the beginning. Hard Knock sighed and blinked once again, slow and exaggerated this time.

Realization dawned on Rainbow’s face as her eyes went wide and both eyebrows shot up.

“...You would let me?”

Another blink and the bed started to shake when she excitedly jumped around on the mattress.

“OhmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohMYGOSH!”

She sat herself down right between his legs and reached out for his bulge again. Hard Knock could see that Rainbow Dash was quite nervous from the way her hoof was shaking and the slow movement altogether. With a large gulp she plucked up her courage and let her hoof fall down in one quick motion.

Punching him right in the dick.

“HNNNGGGG!!!!!”

“Oh god! I’m sorry!” said Rainbow Dash into his groin, more to his bulge than to him.

Hard Knock teared up in pain, seeing black dots in his field of view and ignored the frantic apologies from the distraught mare. She started rubbing it to make the pain go away and made it swell even larger under the bandages. The pressure really got uncomfortable now, and Hard Knock junior freed himself from his cloth imprisonment with one final push and slapped Rainbow Dash right on the nose.

The sight from a good portion of her face was now blocked by his cock standing salute and straight like a flagpole. He flinched when the tip rested on Rainbow’s nose and hot breath tickled it’s skin. She went cross-eyed to look at his shaft and a sudden noise told him that the mare actually had taken a big whiff of smell from it.

Now he was really glad that the nurse had given him a sponge bath yesterday.

“It’s so big. How do stallion hide these things?”

Rainbow Dash noticed something else: Hard Knock was busy beaming from the compliment with a dopey grin on his face which was obscured by the bandages and hurt his jaw like hell.

Looking down on the shaft, Rainbow Dash saw another smaller bulge right under his cock which was still covered up by bandages. She realized that these must be his testicles and glanced upwards to him as if to ask for permission, but Hard Knock only shrugged. When he was gonna allow her to do this, might as well go all the way.

A sudden chill told him that his balls were now free from their containment. He frowned when she gave his hanging sack some gentle nudges to make it dangle. The childish giggle while doing it, didn’t help to lessen it.

His irritation was quite visible, and she quickly turned her attention back to his cock. Feeling the skin, Rainbow Dash was much more gentle than the first time around. Hard Knock flinched a bit when she touched his tip, making her put the hoof away quickly.

“That sensitive?” said Rainbow Dash, “Then how can a stallion possibly put it into my…”

She stopped and frowned, leaning back in thought. Hard Knock almost got a heart attack when Rainbow Dash spread her hind legs apart and looked down on herself, which also gave him a free view on her honey pot. The light blue coat surrounding it, made the pinkness of her pussy really stand out with the small berry-like clitoris on top.

A hoof moved down to her crotch and touched it gently, widening and closing the lips a few times. The other hoof touched his shaft, caressing it gently.

“How is that supposed to fit? It would rip me apart.”

Another dopey grin washed over his face before he winced in pain again and mentally slapped himself.

“Ok, seriously stop that! How much more can you stroke a stallion’s ego?”

Eager to solve this mystery, Rainbow’s hoof-motions got more aggressive to open the slit wider. She hit a sweet spot during that, and a soft moan escaped her mouth. Rainbow Dash instantly put her other hoof over it in surprise and started blushing like crazy. The rubbing continued with herself biting down on her hoof to suppress other embarrassing sounds coming out.

“What am I doing? This feels so good, I can’t stop!”

This was like nothing she ever felt before. Masturbation was usually only used by her as an outlet for pent up stress and means to relax. Rainbow Dash didn’t think much about the sensual and lustful part of it, like Rarity does when she swoons over her smutty novels.

But now, being stared at by an almost stranger while pleasuring herself turned her on beyond belief. It was risky, reckless and downright daring to do this. Somepony could come at any moment and ruin this, which made Rainbow’s heart beat loudly and got her blood pumping.

Lost in the feeling she rubbed her pussy harder, making it glisten from the soon flowing juices and soaking the sheets.

Hard Knock watched the show mesmerised with a twitching left eye and bone dry throat.

A sudden knock on the door broke them out of their stupor. Out of reflex, Rainbow Dash did a big leap across the room and landed on her bed with a loud thump. She hurriedly used her blanket to hide the wet splotches on the coat between her hind legs.

The door opened just slow enough for her to make it before Twilight and Fluttershy came in.

“Hi Rainbow Dash,” said both of them in unison with happy smiles on their faces.

“Uh, hey guys.”

Fluttershy let her gaze wander around the room. “We thought, we’d come and cheer… oh my!”

“We brought your favourite…” said Twilight, before she dropped the board game in her magic grasp on the floor.

The two of them were staring to her left with their mouths wide open and beet red heads. Rainbow Dash followed their gazes and swallowed hard. In the hurry to get in her own bed, she forgot to cover up Hard Knock and to close the curtain which made him visible by anyone entering.

Him and his raging erection.

A single tear left his right eye, making Rainbow Dash feel a crushing guilt.

The two mares on her bedside still stared with open mouths.

She tried to play it down. “Well that’s only natural for a young healthy stallion. A minor case of morning wood is no biggie, right girls?”

Fluttershy was still frozen on the spot and showed no sign of any reaction, but Twilight walked closer to Hard Knock’s bed stiffly like a robot.

“Twilight?”

“Actually, according to newest scientific findings, there was never a tangible case study that proves the concept of morning wood as an actual condition.”

Now in full-on teacher mode, Twilight stepped actually so close that she was almost touching it with her nose. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy exchanged glances, but didn’t know what to say.

“...As you can see on those vertical veins going down to the...”

“Is she serious right now? What am I, a fricking science project?!” thought Hard Knock in silent outrage and his own embarrassment forgotten, “You want the dick? You get the dick!”

Under great effort he managed to do a single well-timed jolt with his hip to swing his erection.

Slapping her right in the face.

“Gak!” yelped Twilight, and stumbled backwards.

She vigorously rubbed the spot where it had hit her, only to spread the pre-cum from his tip all over. Soon she had a circular spot on the whole part of her right face, where the coat was a darker shade and more shiny than the rest of her body.

“Have fun getting that out, professor.”

Ponies tell stories of stallions or mares developing insane strength in certain situations and mindsets. They say it was mostly fear or anger, but for Fluttershy it has always been embarrassment. Impressively exhibited by her lifting up Twilight with one hoof and throwing the gagging unicorn on her back.

They both left as fast as they could.

The bang of the closing door marked the start of a long and uncomfortable silence. Hard Knock was seething in anger and wished now more than ever that he could just let his frustration out in a loud cry of anguish. He settled for muffled sobs of self-pity and closed his eyes to shut the world out.

“I don’t think they are coming back.”

He couldn’t turn his head enough to look, but could hear her to his right for the next part.

“That thing you did to Twilight was really something you know. Super funny!”

Rainbow Dash slowly climbed on his bed with her head held down in shame.

“I’m sorry, that I embarrassed you like that.”

She sat down in her earlier spot between his legs with a sullen expression. “Are you that angry with me?”

He stared up into those big shiny eyes for a few minutes and finally sighed before he blinked twice. Rainbow Dash also sighed in relief and made herself comfortable on his bed again.

“I want to make it up to you.”

Hard Knock appreciated the sentiment, but had enough for today. He just needed to sleep after being up all night and wanted his little fellow tugged back safely in the bandages. Plus his balls were getting really chilly.

Trying to communicate his wish, Hard Knock stared in turn at his dick and then to her.

Following his stare she nodded and got closer to his groin. “Oh yeah, of course. That must be really uncomfortable.”

Hard Knock closed his eyes and waited for her to put his private parts away.

“I heard, that you have to release the tension for it to go normal again...”

Hard Knock frowned with his eyes still closed. Apparently she wasn’t done examining him for her own curiosity.

“I can do that!”

“Wait… what?”

He felt a vice like pressure on his cock that made him wince in pain. His eyes shot open to see Rainbow Dash pressing her hooves from two sides against it.

She moved it around like a joystick while doing awkward strokes that had no rhythm or aggression to it. After almost every movement, Rainbow Dash looked up in his face to gauge his reaction and pouted when it was the same neutral expression.

It was really clumsy, but also really cute to see her so frustrated.

Hard Knock no longer thought so as she started to give it forceful jabs like a punching bag, making him grunt in pain again. The visible discomfort on his face didn’t improve her mood and self-esteem. After all her squeezing, pulling and punching, she managed to produce one small drop of fluid at the end from the tip of his cock.

Rainbow Dash glared at the measly drop like it was an insult to her prowess and grudgingly licked it off. He shuddered involuntarily and noticed himself swell up a sizeable amount.

Curious about his reaction, she slowly dragged her tongue along his shaft, making him shudder even more at it’s warmth and wetness. Through it, Rainbow Dash could feel how his dick got even harder and made little jitters.

That was the only motivation she needed, before really getting into it with a large grin and ditching the hoofjob part completely in benefit of working him with her tongue. That wiggling muscle was much more flexible and dextrous than her hooves, proven by the skillful licks and strokes all over his complete length.

The sounds of irritated huffs and pained grunts were now replaced by audible licks and muffled moans of pleasure.

She ended an especially long and slow lick to give Hard Knock a bashful look, before taking as much as she could into her mouth and making him grunt in approval. He could feel his cock moving inside Rainbow’s mouth as she bobbed her head up and down in rhythm.

Never breaking eye contact with those big magenta orbs of hers.

All of a sudden, she cupped his balls with a hoof and started to brush them gently. The rubbing sensation of her soft coat on his bare skin made him almost go crazy. She stopped her onslaught for a second and released his cock from her mouth, which was now glistening in the light from her saliva.

“These two looked like they needed some attention. Is that ok?” Rainbow Dash said smugly before giving his tip a small kiss.

“Yes! Sweet Celestia, yes it is!”

He didn’t care how his weak and desperate shaking would look like. All he cared about right now was that she proceeded as soon as possible. The pleading look in his eyes filled her with a sense of superiority and power, as she slowly descended on him again.

“Somepony seems really eager all of a sudden,” said Rainbow Dash in a sing-song voice, giving his cock little love taps.

The naughty smile dropped from her face when he helplessly whimpered and closed his eyes, producing two single tears going down each side. The sight completely obliterated her sadistic desire to tease him anymore.

In one quick motion, Rainbow Dash continued where she had left off and redoubled her efforts to please him with explosive results. The stallion felt himself getting licked, sucked, rubbed, stroked, fondled, caressed and affectionately bitten to the point that he couldn’t tell apart the motions anymore as they melted together into one giant state of bliss.

Hard Knock got light-headed when his cock swelled up to max capacity all of a sudden and he came right into her mouth. Rainbow Dash gagged a little when the white goo hit the back of her throat, but held eye contact, with his pulsating shaft almost completely in her mouth. She used her lips to envelop it airtight and moved her head upwards, slowly releasing and cleaning his cock while sliding along the sides. As she reached the end, Rainbow Dash gave the tip another little kiss and let go completely.

He watched Rainbow Dash with flushed cheeks as she swirled his cum around in her mouth to get a taste, only to then lock eyes and open wide for him to see it resting on her tongue. The look of triumph on her face said something like “See? I told you I can do it!”. Hard Knock looked around for tissues or a bin for Rainbow Dash to spit his fluids into when she closed her mouth.

“She wouldn’t!” thought Hard Knocks with wide eyes.

*gulp*

Rainbow Dash swallowed and he could see a little bulge going down inside her throat.

“She did! Ok, that’s really hot!”

She used her tongue to lick a little white spot from her upper lip. “Hmm, salty and tangy, but not bad after all. I like it.”

His dick twitched at that comment. “And it gets better! How do you not a have coltfriend?!”

The rush of excitement and victory faded away in addition to her daredevil attitude. When he’d been so unimpressed by her efforts, she’d just let her competitive streak take over without thinking about the consequences.

Looking back now with a clear mind, made her want to sink into the ground and swallowed whole from embarrassment.

A big feigned yawn escaped Rainbow’s lips as she hopped from the bed in panic and fled for her own.

“I’m spent. Time to take a little nap!”

“Hnng!” grunted Hard Knock and looked directly at his limp little friend hanging unsheathed between his legs.

Rainbow Dash did a one-eighty and snorted. “Oh right, sorry!”

She gently put his cock and balls away in the bandages and tucked him in. Preoccupied with her jumbled thoughts, Rainbow Dash lowered her head and gave Hard Knock a small peck on the nose.

Both of them froze and stared at each other.

“Get a grip Rainbow!” thought Rainbow Dash. “You just sucked his dick. Why are you getting embarrassed over a little kiss?”

Rainbow Dash slid in her own bed to get some sleep and was soon in dreamland with obnoxiously loud snores. This time Hard Knock didn’t mind though, watching the little snot bubble on her nose getting bigger and smaller.

Maybe having a roommate for a few days wasn’t so bad after all.

He smelled something funny and squinted his eyes to focus and saw familiar white goo right on his nose where she kissed him.

“HNNNGGG!”

“Tone it down, will ya?”

Or maybe it is.

Author's Note

Proofread by Asop.

Edit June 9th:
Further corrections by Bolding.

...full of poison and she's the antidote

Something felt odd and out of place.

Hard Knock’s prolonged stay in his cozy hospital room had given him a certain familiarity with it. There were small things he learned to like after thirty days, such as the smell of plastic and citrus cleaner from the linoleum floor, the dim light through the drawn grey curtain in the morning, or the feeling of the soft mattress and warm blankets on his body.

Strangely enough, none of those applied this morning. The usual gentle light that slowly woke him by tickling his nose, blasted him full-force on his closed eyelids. Instead of feeling comfortably warm, Hard Knock sweated like a pig from some unknown heat source between his legs. The smell was also different, but not unpleasantly so.

It reminded him of vanilla scented soap and the freshness after a rainstorm.

Hard Knock tried to mentally wrestle against his morning stupor and opened both eyes. His curtain was indeed opened, which explained the increased brightness. The other two parts were most likely the fault of the thing on top of him.

If he didn’t put on a serious amount of pounds over night, then this massive bulge under his blanket was most definitely not his stomach.

He got a good scare from the sudden movement of the bulge and closed his eyes again. Hard Knock could feel how his groin got gently uncovered from the bandages. Heavy breathing filled the air as something rubbed his dick until it grew out of it’s sheath, paired with the occasional quiet giggle.

Hard Knock knew that scratchy voice.

A quick glance to the empty bed on his right told him everything he needed to know. The moving stopped with a high-pitched squeak when he cleared his throat loudly to get some attention. The blanket lifted, granting him sight under it and into two magenta eyes shining out from the darkness.

“There are still things I wanted to try and I thought your permission from yesterday hasn’t expired yet,” said Rainbow Dash, before giving his shaft a few nervous love taps. “Are you complaining, big guy?”

Hard Knock couldn’t think of a good reason to stop her, still perplexed from the situation and groggy from waking up, so he decided to enjoy his little morning treatment.

A look at the clock a few seconds later made him find one.

The door to the room flew open with force and caused both of them to freeze in place. Hard Knock was really relieved that Rainbow Dash showed some quick-thinking, making herself really small under the blanket and between his legs.

It would be really awkward to get caught by this specific plum-colored visitor coming in.

“From all the days you could have chosen to be punctual, it had to be this one!”

“Good morning, brother!” said Berry in a chipper tone. “How are you doing today?”

He got too nervous to dignify that statement from his sister with the usual cynical stare. It was wonderful to see her so full of energy and without the usual bags under her eyes from a hangover, but at this moment he wished nothing more than for Berry to leave.

His hopes for that crumbled as he saw the large picnic basket on her. She had obviously planned for something elaborate this time. The large grin on her face was another hard to miss clue. She opened the basket, making all of his tension and nervousness vanish. Those feelings were instantly replaced by a gripping cold in his chest. The content of this basket woke bad memories that involved both of them.

A large tagless bottle of amber fluid.

Tagless bottles were usually for their personal consumption, because they already knew what it was and saved paper that way.

“You’ve done so well so far…,” thought Hard Knock sadly.

Berry had seen her brother’s shift in mood, and instantly got panicky from his look of disappointment.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear!”

Those piercing eyes full of judgement was more than she could bear. It had been all she’d seen for a week in her dreams after his admission in the hospital. This and the still fresh memory of almost losing the one pony who had always been there for her, had kept Berry sober and in line for the whole month.

“This is strictly non-alcoholic!”

Berry pressed the bottle against his face. “You can try it yourself, if you don’t believe me. In fact, that is the whole reason I’m here.”

Hard Knock couldn’t smell anything from her or the bottle.

“Please believe me Hardy…”

His face softened at the use of his childhood nickname, waiting for an explanation and giving her the benefit of a doubt. That simple gesture meant more to Berry than Hard Knock knew. It had been years since he actually listened to her seriously, and she was the only one to blame for that.

“The doctor said that enough time should have passed for you to move your jaw again and even talk!”

To see the spark of happiness in his eyes was the reason she had come extra punctual this morning, before anyone else could ruin the surprise.

“I begged the doctors to be the one bringing you the good news. Here let me get those bandages off,” said Berry, carefully removing the tight cloth bindings around his face.

Once they were off, he hesitantly opened and closed his mouth to see if it still hurt. There was a bit of stiffness, but thankfully nothing painful anymore.

“Thank… *cough*... you”

“That’s what he sounds like?” thought Rainbow Dash under the blanket, resting her head on his thigh. “Pretty deep voice… nice though.”

“It will take maybe a few more days until you can properly eat and talk fluently, but it’s an improvement to the beginning. I remember that you couldn’t even blink without pain.”

She shriveled under his gaze.

“...and I’m still sorry for that.”

Berry opened the bottle and took out a big keg from the basket to pour her brother something to drink. He eyed the amber liquid warily, but changed his attitude after a long gaze into Berry’s eyes.

She brought the keg to his mouth and let him take a sip, causing the taste to explode immediately on his tongue. He usually didn’t like fruity beverages and always thought that the Apple family cider was nothing more than glorified apple juice. The drink in this keg however, was a different beast altogether. It felt like all of his neural synapses screamed at him to take another gulp.

Pure, distilled, liquid happiness.

“How is it?” asked Berry, “It’s my first batch of the improved cider recipe from Sweet Apple Acres.”

Rainbow’s ears perked up. Cider at this time of the year? She listened intently for his answer, swallowing hard to get some spit down her sudden bone-dry throat.

“Pretty good… for cider...”

Her ears deflated and she frowned disappointed.

Berry, on the other hand, reacted very strongly to this. “Wow, you’re usually a real picky taster. No complaints from you must mean that I got something amazing here!”

Rainbow Dash started to shake under the blanket. Somepony who thought that Sweet Apple Acres cider was mediocre, liked what he drank. In her close vicinity was most likely the drink of her dreams way outside cider season, and she couldn’t do a single thing to get it.

“Applejack is gonna be furious,” said Berry with a large grin on her face, “serves her right for all the times she cheated me out of their cider while I was waiting in that goddamn line!”

“...Berry.”

“I mean, how hard can it be to produce this stuff in great quantities? I did it on my own in our cellar with a few apples and the right machinery. What hinders me to do my own sales and kick them out of the market? And another thing...”

A sigh escaped Hard Knock’s lips. His sister was lost in one of her usual ramblings about anything and everything. She would stay on point for a while and then totally drift up to whatever else she was miffed about at the moment.

Most of the time it helped to state a simple fact about the starting argument and plainly spell the consequences out for her.

“You’d destroy… their livelihood… and home,” said Hard Knock, interrupting Berry mid-sentence in her rant about the sub-par labeling of Canterlot wines.

“You think so?”

That was a simple truth. It would hurt the Apple family quite a bit to lose their cider income. They were hard-working ponies, but not much when it came to handling a business. Their prices were ridiculously low, compared to other fruit vendors in Equestria.

“Then what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Share it… with them.”

She was about to cry out in outrage, before he added the second part with a smirk.

“For a fee… of course.”

Berry Punch blinked a few times before she smirked back at him. Her brother had always been the one handling the business side of things to get sure they weren’t scammed out of their money. A salespony with a heart and an anchor for her to hold onto in bad times.

Those had been plenty in her past.

Rainbow Dash in the meantime couldn’t care less about those two siblings bonding. If she couldn’t have cider, then there was something else in front of her face for that she had developed a craving recently.

There it was flaccidly pointing at her, unaware of the calm predator who was hungry for her prey. His cock was barely out of his sheath, but Rainbow Dash vividly remembered to what size it could grow with the proper treatment.

And the tasty treat that it held inside.

Berry’s expression meanwhile went wistful during their conversation. “I really miss you at work, you know?”

Hard Knock squeaked in a high pitched tone from feeling a familiar wet and warm sensation on his dick.

“Aww, did you miss me too?” said Berry Punch rubbing his cheek, while Rainbow Dash rubbed something different between his legs.

“Are you kidding me? While my sister is watching?!”

Berry looked at Rainbow’s empty bed. “Didn’t you get a roommate?”

He immediately realized in what danger his little guys would be in the next few moments.

“Wasn’t it that Rainbow Dash gal? How can you stomach that mare? She’s a pain in the flank.”

Unable to move her head too much without risking to be discovered, Rainbow Dash settled for lots of aggressive licks and love bites to get the wanted results. Berry saw sweat building on the exposed parts of his face when Rainbow Dash started to nibble on his balls.

“She.. isn’t so bad…”

“Not so bad? I remember that the last time we spoke about her you called her a dyke.”

The grip on his balls tightened and he began to whimper from the pressure. “You…must have misheard me… ”

“You look pale. Is everything alright?” she said standing up, “Are you feeling ill? Should I get a nurse?”

Rainbow Dash stopped her assault on his crown jewels with a frown. What she did felt really petty and he didn’t deserve that. Why should she punish him for thinking something most of the stallions in town thought about her?

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to convince him in particular of the opposite.

Hard Knock had barely time to prepare himself before she re-started her treatment with full force, deepthroating his whole shaft and gently fondling his balls with her hooves. He was astonished how she could do that under the blanket without being noticed.

“How could yesterday been her first time doing this? This mare is amazing!”

“No need sis. I’m… just tired. Need… sleep…”

Luckily, Berry bought his little lie and turned to leave. “Of course, brother. Get some rest, see ya!”

“Yeah… goodbye, siiiiisss!” Hard Knock said, reaching climax and suppressing his orgasm face.

Berry looked at his contortions with a raised eyebrow. Hard Knock tried desperately to keep a straight face until she was gone, while the mare between his legs hungrily sucked and licked his cock dry to the last drop. When she was done, Rainbow Dash put his dick and balls away and slipped wordlessly out of his and into her own bed.

The angry glare directed at her could have melted steel. “Crazy… bitch!”

She gave him the cold shoulder in return, not looking at him as best as possible. They both knew there were visitor hours in the morning, and despite that she had chosen to pull that little stunt. Hard Knock wanted answers from her and she just sat there shivering with inflated cheeks and closed eyes.

Her jaw moved slowly and methodically, trying to get maximum amount of flavour out of the salty and tangy fluid in her mouth. Like yesterday, she swallowed his seed completely without wasting a single bit. The flushed cheeks and dopey smile on her face were the last pieces to let everything fall into place for him.

“She savours it!” Hard Knock thought baffled. “She really does like the taste!”

Of course some mares would say how they loved to drink cum to be appear erotic and lewd for their stallions, but Hard Knock never thought somepony could genuinely like his stuff.

And it turned him on beyond belief.

Rainbow Dash misinterpreted his stare for being grossed out by her behaviour. She didn’t know why she craved it so much, or why nothing else had seemed important in that moment. Even the cider, she had completely forgotten up until now.

“You were too busy gobbling up his thick and creamy love juice like a two-bit whore,” said a nagging little voice in the back of her head.

“Am I weird?”

Hard Knock felt the intense weight behind that question, but to prove his point earlier about visitors, the door flew open a second time before he could answer to his best ability.

Three mares entered the room, which he knew pretty much all about after his long talk with Rainbow Dash. Those three were Rarity, Applejack and Pinkie with happy smiles on their faces.

Rarity was the first to speak. “How’s our patient doing today?”

Thankfully and to both of their reliefs, Rainbow Dash had thought of putting his genitals away and to cover him up. She hadn’t thought of opening a window though, clearly obvious at the scrunchy look on Applejack’s face.

“Ugh, we need to get some fresh air in here. You're lookin' sweatier than a pig wrangler on a summer's day.”

“Uh, well guys, thanks for visiting, but you didn’t have to— “

“Nonsense,” said Rarity with a dismissive wave, “we are your friends and will help you to get through this.”

Pinkie tapped the ECG machine and beeped in synch with Hard Knock's heartbeat. “Although, we couldn’t find Twilight or Fluttershy this morning.”

Rainbow Dash gave Hard Knock a quick glance before answering. “That’s weird, but I bet they’re just busy with other stuff.”

“I told her the same thing,“ said Applejack, coming back from the window, “ This is nothing to be… what is that?”

Applejack knew that fragrance. She had smelled something similar thousands of times in her life, but yet it was different and made her nostrils tingle. Normally she could recognize an apple product just from using her nose. This smelled like a full buffet from the Apple Family Reunion.

Every pony in the Apple family had a sense for apples one way or another, and her eyes focused instantly on Hard Knock’s nightstand. Those eyes went wide when she saw where the smell exactly came from.

“Cider? That’s not possible!”

She could tell without tasting it that the liquid in this keg was something potent. Devoting your life to apples gives you that ability. After walking painfully slow to his bedside, her suddenly sweating hooves grasped firmly around the keg and produced cracking sounds from the applied pressure on the wooden container.

Applejack heard voices around her asking and yelling for attention, but those didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the taste she would experience soon.

Without further hesitation, she downed the keg in one swoop and let the cider hit the back of her throat. If Applejack was right about this beverage, then the manner of drinking wouldn’t matter for determining the quality.

At the very second when the first drop touched her tongue, time just stopped and everything seemed better. The sun was brighter, the air was clearer, and the sky bluer. Every cell in her body seemed to feel warm and fuzzy.

It took her back to other times of happiness in her life:

The first glass of cold apple juice after a long day of work from a large pitcher filled with dancing ice cubes.

The first bite out of a freshly grown and juicy apple after the long winter break.

The rewarding taste after waiting for Granny’s famous apple pie to cool down, resting on the windowsill of their small cozy kitchen.

Eating her first self-made zap apple jam directly out of the jar with Big Macintosh without getting scolded from Granny.

Sitting hidden under the table as little filly, eating all the apple fritters she could stomach at the Apple Family Reunion.

Being cradled as a foal by the gentle legs of her mother, vaguely smelling the familiar scent of earth and apples on her soft coat.

In that single moment in time she experienced all that and more, condensed into a silky smooth liquid going down her throat.

“Applevana is real…”

“Applejack?” said Rarity, watching as silent tears started to drip down Applejack’s face, “are you alright, dear?”

“I have to go home now.”

She placed the keg back on the nightstand, cleared her throat loudly, and walked to the open window.

To throw herself out of it.

Everybody in the room winced from the sound of her body hitting the bushes below. They heard no screams of pain and Pinkie was the first to look outside.

“She doesn’t seem to be hurt from the way she’s walking,” Pinkie said, “almost at the bridge now…aaaannnnd she walks through the river instead. How does her hat stay on her head?”

“Must be some damn good cider,” grumbled Rainbow Dash, eyeing the keg with envy.

Pinkie snickered. “I had the same thing with cupcakes once.”

“We have to get after her!” said Rarity, bolting out of the room and almost running over a nurse in the floor.

The nurse, a pudgy and light purple colored earth pony named Sweetheart, gave Rarity an angry glare which she completely ignored.

Pinkie also passed Nurse Sweetheart and followed Rarity with her notorious bouncing. “Relax Rarity, we’ve just got to buy something she hates on the way to get her out of it.”

A cyan blur smashed against his nightstand as soon as they were gone. Two greedily grabbing hooves took hold on the large keg, tilting it for the wide open mouth of their owner. That same mouth did a cry of outrage when nothing poured out.

Both of them and most of the hospital heard the ear-splitting cries from outside.

“SHE JUST WALKED OVER ME WITH THOSE DIRTY—”

“KEEP HER BUSY RARITY! THE POWER OF PEARS COMPELS YOU! THE POWER OF PEARS COMPELS YOU!”

“...interesting… friends,” said Hard Knock in a deadpan tone.

Rainbow Dash ignored him, still gloomily sitting on the ground and tapping the empty keg with a quivering lip.

“Take… it.”

He glanced to the floor when she looked at him, where the still half-full bottle stood.

The prospect of that much cider made her fully lose control. Hard Knock watched in amusement as Rainbow Dash was lying on her back, holding the bottle in all four hooves pumping it down like a champ. The sudden crying while cradling the now empty bottle on the other hoof was just creepy to him.

“So good… so hooflicking goooooood…!”

Nurse Sweetheart came in soon after with their meals on a large food trolley. Rainbow quickly hopped in her bed and started to drool when the cover from her tablet lifted. Hard Knock could totally understand why. The food in this hospital was exceptionally good for some reason he didn’t know. Glancing at the different dishes, he could practically smell the love that the kitchen staff put into those meals.

This time it was a vegetable stew, made just how he liked it with big chunks of potatoes and carrots that are not cooked too smooth. She got two dishes as desserts, a huge cube of red jello and a bowl of chocolate mousse with whipped cream on top.

“And for our Mr. Hard Knock, the usual,” said Nurse Sweetheart, pulling out a small bag, “this time it’s grape flavour.”

“Yummy…,” thought Hard Knock, looking at the purple liquid in the translucent bag with a deadpan stare.

His look seemed to intimidate her a bit, because the next part out of her mouth came very quiet and carefully. “I’m a bit behind in my schedule for today Mr. Hard Knock. Do you mind if we speed up the process a bit?”

“No need for that!” said Rainbow Dash cheerfully, “I can feed him, right buddy?”

Nurse Sweetheart raised one brow and looked between the two patients.

“That would be wonderful,” she said on her way out, “just put the tube in his mouth and gently squeeze the bag to get the liquid out, but make sure he really drinks it. The rascal sometimes fakes drinking it and spits it out later.”

“And after that she can pat me on the back and burp me like a toddler, old hag!”

Rainbow Dash got up from her bed and took the bag in one hoof to read the label. “That’s some high tech stuff you got there. I’ve heard that some Wonderbolts swear on that for training.”

She squeezed the bag firmly and dropped half of the content in her mouth through the attached tube. Hard Knock would have been miffed about her eating his food, if he didn’t know what would happen next. He watched with a malicious grin as her eyes went wide.

That grin vanished when she gagged violently before spitting it at his face in a wide arc.

“Bleugh! You ate that every day for a month?”

Hard Knock blinked rapidly to get the purple liquid out of his eyes. He got used to the taste and smell eventually, but wasn’t prepared for it to sting like that. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he nodded slowly.

“How can he be so nonchalant about this?” thought Rainbow Dash, still gagging a bit, “that sludge was vile! I wish I had more of that cider that he…”

Her gaze stopped on his dripping face and red eyes.

“...gave me without complaining.”

That bottle of cider was probably the first good thing he had for a long time and she drank it without leaving a single drop for him. Now the poor guy had to lie there and watch Rainbow Dash eat good food while he got force-fed this glop.

“If you call being spit on as getting fed,” said the same small nagging voice from before in the back of her head.

Rainbow Dash hated it when stuff like that happened. It made her feel all gooey inside and not sure what to do with herself. Rainbow’s eyes turned to slits as she pierced Hard Knock with an angry stare.

“If you wanted to show how more noble you are than me, then congratulations and mission accomplished!”

She walked back to her bed and took the tablet with food. It smashed down on his nightstand with a bang, scattering bits and pieces around.

“Two can play this game you know!” she growled, jumping on the bed and sitting down on his lap to face him.

First she gently licked the grape sludge out of his eyes and cleaned his bandages as best as possible.

“You gave me something incredibly good, now it’s time to return the favour!”

She leaned over to the nightstand and stuck her head in the plate with stew to take a huge gulp. He could hear Rainbow Dash chew on the fresh vegetables until it mixed with the broth to a fine paste. Satisfied with the consistency, Rainbow Dash pressed her lips on his, prodding the entrance with her tongue. The liquid flowed into his mouth when he opened, filling it with the taste of rich and flavourful food.

Hard Knock could feel her tongue stroking his own, swirling the stew around and adding to the flavour. They were both really messy while doing it. Every few seconds would spill something from their mouths when one of them got too aggressive with their movements.

“How is it?” Rainbow Dash asked after he had swallowed everything from her mouth, “do you like it?”

“Yes… more please…”

A familiar heat developed in her crotch area. It had been faint yesterday during her blowjob for him, but now there was no possible way to ignore it. Like a hungry feline predator, she pounced first the plate of stew and then his mouth to grant his plea.

Halfway through the plate of stew, Rainbow Dash took a large bite of the red jello and shoved it into his mouth with the next kiss. The piece was too big for him to swallow and he pushed it back to let Rainbow Dash chew it for him.

All the while exploring each other with their tongues at every possible opportunity.

Next was the chocolate mousse, and this time she didn’t take a mouthful. With a devious look, her tongue dipped in the brown mass and got coated all around. She stood above him and let it drip down in his wide open mouth.

Coming down for another kiss, he hungrily licked the rest of the brown sugary mass from her tongue, smearing a bit on her upper lip. Feeling bold, Hard Knock bit softly down on it to nibble off some chocolate from there.

The itching in her crotch had developed into a full-grown wildfire at this point, making her mind go hazy.

In that state, she randomly glanced at her reflection in the window and stopped. Rainbow’s whole face was smeared with substances and crumbs in various colors. Some of it had even gotten in her mane and coat, giving it a filthy look that made Rainbow Dash frown.

“I’m a weirdo, aren't I?”

From Rarity she thought that messy meant repulsive, but the fantasy of a mare rubbing delicious food all over to be licked off, was something Hard Knock shared with many stallions at night. That was pretty obvious by his cock that got even harder thinking about it.

He moved his head forward under great effort to give her a deep kiss. Neither of them had food in their mouths, so they couldn’t hide behind that as an excuse anymore. Rainbow Dash moaned as their tongues continued their tussle without any outside influences to change their own natural flavour.

Hard Knock had been satisfied with the stew, liked the red jello, and simply loved the chocolate mousse. Although, nothing could compare with the current taste on his tongue.

Rainbow Dash. All natural and unaltered.

They broke their kiss and Rainbow put her forehead on his.

He licked a bit of mousse from her cheek. “Not… weird… really… sexy.”

She had never felt more like a desirable mare than at this moment. Despite her tomboyish tendencies and aversion to all things girlish, Rainbow Dash couldn’t deny her urge to feel attractive from time to time. Ponies complimented her usually with terms like cool, tough or awesome.

Nopony had ever called her flat-out sexy.

“I want to have sex with you.”

Her face fell from his sudden chuckling.

“Not… very… subtle.”

“Guess not,” said Rainbow Dash sheepishly, relaxing again and joining in with his chuckling, “not my style anyway.”

With one hoof she reached behind her to release his cock and balls from the already loose bandages. The shaft pushed itself up behind Rainbow Dash, resting in the cleft between her buttcheeks. She could feel the heat radiating from it, eager to be put to good use.

Moving slowly, she let his cock slide between her soft buns. “You want to put that thing inside me, don’t you?”

Hard Knock rolled his eyes at her obvious teasing. One second ago, she was the one popping the question, and he hardly believed that he was the only one who was horny after their makeout session. A quick look at her pussy confirmed to him how eager she really was.

Those pink lips glistened again from being drenched in her own juices and staining his lap where she sat. The smell of Rainbow’s natural pheromones filling his nostrils was intoxicating, appealing to his urges and desire to rut that mare on top of him.

Rainbow Dash stood up and used one front leg to align his fully-erect penis on her entrance. He could see his tip rubbing along the dripping slit, spreading and pushing the fluids around. It brushed against the sensitive clit and she squeaked from the sudden stimulation.

He found that sound incredibly adorable and couldn’t suppress a smug grin, which earned him a peeved glare from the madly blushing Rainbow Dash. Spurred by her anger she let his dick enter her marehood a good inch with a wet sound.

At first she felt very little and barely more than she would doing it herself with her hoof, but the feeling of getting stretched apart grew exponentially with every additional inch. Her face contorted in discomfort as she lowered herself further, slowly taking him in with watery eyes.

His past experiences weren’t numerous, but Hard Knock had never felt a mare with a pussy this tight before. It was like a moist chokehold on his whole dick that felt heavenly good. That tightness though, made it really painful for Rainbow Dash.

They weren’t doing the most comfortable sexual position for a virgin, something Hard Knock knew that she was for certain from the sudden resistance halfway in. Feeling him pressing against her barrier, Rainbow Dash forcefully let herself down with one quick motion and took his shaft in completely, piercing her hymen violently.

She yelped in pain, collapsing on his chest with her head right under his chin.

“How… is it big guy?” she whimpered under strain, her bravado crumbling away. “Rainbow Dash... is gonna give it to you… hard.”

It was difficult to miss, how his coat got more and more soaked at the place where her head rested.

“Silly pony... playing tough when there’s absolutely no need to,” thought Hard Knock, listening to the muffled sobs when she shakily buried her head deeper in his chest.

He took one of her ears within reach in his mouth and began to fondle it with his lips and tongue. All the while slowly rotating his hip as well as his injuries allowed, to ease her slowly into it and lessen the pain. The whimpering returned and she tensed up, more from surprise and fear than actual feeling hurt. Soon after, Hard Knock could feel her relax and practically sink into his chest.

She was safe with him and he needed to convey this to her.

Many stallions he knew would go directly for the wings, exploiting the sensitivity of those fragile extremities. That was a mistake for most pegasi in his opinion, especially for mares without any experience like Rainbow Dash. It takes a lot of trust in your partner to enjoy something like that without fear of harm.

“It hurts… why does it hurt so much…” she whispered, pressing her nose deeper into the space under his chin.

A fear she experienced right now, brought about by the pain and venturing in scary unknown territory. Hard Knock firmly believed, that any stallion who would go for a hardcore move like that in such a situation deserved to be smacked senseless.

The pain subsided soon and he continued to caress her ear with licks and soft nibbles, until the feeling of comfort was the only one remaining.

Rainbow Dash sat up slowly and looked him deep in the eyes. Her expression was composed, despite the big tear stains on her face. Hard Knock gave her a small smile to which she responded with her own. She planted both hind legs firmly on the mattress and her front legs on his chest to gain leverage. Rising slowly from his lap, he could see himself slipping out of her. The tip of his dick was the only thing barely inside when she stopped.

Both of them saw the blood trickling out, and her nervousness was clearly noticeable from those shaking hooves and large beads of sweat on her forehead. She was stiff like a board, blankly staring into space and playing for time. With a small nod he signaled her to get closer to his face. Rainbow Dash followed his request and felt a soft kiss on her lips.

No tongue and no biting, just a little peck for reassurance.

“Move… slowly… take… your time,” Hard Knock said when their faces parted. “I’m… going… nowhere soon.”

An amused snort escaped her mouth, before she affectionately drew circles with her hoof on his broad chest and whispered in his ear with a husky voice.

“You really are funny…”

“I try…” said Hard Knock, as she lowered herself again.

And this time it didn’t hurt.

Instead she felt warmth filling her up as his complete length slid along her wet vaginal walls, expanding them to Rainbow’s great pleasure. It was like finally getting an itch scratched, but a hundred times more satisfying and intense.

Rainbow Dash longed for this sensation and quickly lifted herself up to get his throbbing cock moving again. The pleasure returned as hoped, and to her surprise even better than before. The meaning of that made Rainbow’s head spin and almost go crazy for anticipation.

The motions quickly increased in pace and intensity. Soon you could hear the sound of wet smacking noises as their juices started to mix, accompanied by heavy grunts and breathing. Hard Knock watched Rainbow slapping her butt vigorously into his lap, swallowing his dick every time completely up to the balls with her dripping pussy.

He was fully fixated on the curvaceous mare on top of him, acting out her carnal desires. How he wished to be able to grab that voluptuous flank and squeeze it for all it’s worth. The growing need to hear pleasure laden moans from plowing into her with his own strength was almost unbearable. Sadly, Hard Knock was powerless to do anything himself to satisfy the mare on top of him.

He wouldn’t have to worry about her not having a good time though.

The meek and insecure little pony had miraculously vanished into this enraged sex goddess, hungry for the thrusts of his rock-hard cock which he gladly gave as offerings. In return, he got the wildest and best ride of his life with a view that was without equal.

Rainbow Dash in ecstasy was breathtakingly beautiful.

“You’re so hot and big inside me!” panted Rainbow Dash through ragged breaths, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. “Fill me up! I want more! Give me more of your huge dick!”

Hard Knock huffed heavily through his nostrils and could feel himself getting a good inch bigger from those words. It baffled him, how she was always able to say the right things to stroke his male pride. Usually he wasn’t easily swayed by pretty looks and flirtations, but Rainbow Dash was so brutally honest and uncomplicated while doing it, that his heart fluttered every time.

The increase in size of his cock didn’t go unnoticed by her and she was moved by it. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her body, and this stallion still managed to make it even better. The least she could do in her eyes, was to also increase her efforts to contribute to this wonderful experience.

The faster pace and intense vigor of their fucking was drawing him nearer to climax.

“Rainbow… I’m going to…”

“No!” she yelled while doubling the speed of her thrusts. “Not yet! Please, just a bit more! You feel so good!”

Hard Knock gritted his teeth. “Who the hell would say no to that?”

Every ounce of willpower he had, Hard Knock used now for delaying the inevitable. He lasted for another three minutes before finally giving in to the enormous pressure that had grown inside him. His cock swelled up for the last time and to his maximum size, giving her the highest point of pleasure so far.

“Sooo good!” she wheezed, pushing his complete length into her for the last time and as deeply as possible.

Long and powerful contractions occurring within his genitals started to pump sperm through his shaft, filling up her pussy with his seed. The new hotness and rising pressure inside her made Rainbow Dash shiver, before she looked down to watch the cum dripping out of herself around his still inserted dick. Bending down with her incredible flexibility, she lapped up some of the potent mix of spilled out fluids.

She licked her lips with a satisfied groan and sunk into his chest again, enjoying the afterglow and closeness to his warm coat.

“That was awesome!” said Rainbow Dash, before rubbing her nose into his neck, “thank you for that amazing experience!”

Hard Knock didn’t deem her the type for snuggling after sex, but wouldn’t think of complaining about it. Having someone to share your bed with was nice for a change and he let his head rest on hers. Not to mention that he couldn’t remember having better sex and foreplay in his life.

After being cooped up for such a long time without physical contact, Hard Knock felt that he should be thanking her and not reverse.

The rubbing stopped and Rainbow Dash blushed a little as she glanced at him with big puppy eyes. “Could… could you do that thing with my ear again?”

“Brash and confident before sex, a wild beast while doing it, and adorably cute after we are done,” thought Hard Knock, “you are surely full of surprises Rainbow Dash.”

He gladly obliged her request and started to treat that ear with soft caresses and licks. Satisfied purrs and moans echoed soon through the otherwise silent room.

“And weirdly gorgeous.”

They were to occupied with themselves to notice the two pairs of eyes glancing through the door crack.

“I told you they have it bad for each other,” said Nurse Sweetheart, “we should think about a ‘Do not disturb' sign for those two lovebirds.”

The second pony, also an earth pony mare with a white coat, replied curtly. “A bit irresponsible to jump each others bones after one day.”

“Oh hush, Red Heart. We were young once too!”

Nurse Red Heart wrinkled her nose. “You’re not the one on laundry duty this week.”

Author's Note

First chapter after a somewhat longer break for my exams. I plan to use my increased free time to focus more on writing (Existing stories and maybe some smaller projects).

Proofread by Asop

...that I share gladly

“Stupid… sun... get... off... my window… ugh…”

Berry Punch, current and sole resident of the berry household, rolled groggily out of her bed and landed painfully on her butt with a colorful curse. Celestial bodies usually didn’t let themselves be affected by the incessant whining of mere mortals, so it kept shining mercilessly through the cracks in her blinds. In escape from the headache inducing rays, she crawled on the new and smooth floor in experienced fashion, which could’ve been made of broken glass and it wouldn’t have made a difference to her numb body. Regardless, it helped to ensure her safe voyage to the bathroom. The carpenters had worked wonders in repairing the three holes her brother had made in his makeshift distiller rocket.

She’d been so tired of falling through one of them by accident.

Only sheer force of will kept Berry from curling up and going back to sleep under the bathroom sink. A new sense of appreciation for her brother had grown since she was managing the family business all by herself. The hospital bills and repair costs had put a serious dent in their savings, with her as the only pony capable of bringing the money in to compensate. Hard Knock didn’t know about any of this, clueless in a way that Berry wanted it to stay, because there was no point in stressing her poor brother out and complicating his recovery. For now, all the responsibility rested on her shoulders, even if those shoulders were still sore from lying around like a drunken mess for years.

Sober or not, the body doesn’t forget a lifetime of self-abuse.

In this barely conscious state, she lifted herself from the ground and shambled out of the house to get the mail. She found the mailbox more from memory than from actual eyesight and leaned against it heavily, unfolding the morning newspaper in a desperate effort to focus her tired eyes long enough to start reading the headlines.

“Oh would you look at that,” Berry deadpanned at the first article, “Twilight Sparkle and her friends have done something important again. How is that still news these days? I oughta cancel my subscription, if all the exciting stuff in the world happens in sight of my backyard...”

Halfway through the classified ads on page ten, somepony on Berry’s lawn made a coughing noise that startled the living hell out of her. Ponies rarely wanted to talk with her without a reason. Berry held the unfolded newspaper a bit tighter in front of her face and hoped that she came out presentable this morning. Not being drunk didn’t cure her of being a complete slob sometimes.

A quick sniff of her coat diffused that concern and she lowered the newspaper to face whoever wanted her attention. Instead of a single individual, Berry Punch was faced with a crowd of at least one hundred ponies staring back at her. The mob stood densely packed on the sidewalk, spilling out to large parts of the street in front of her house.

Berry, now wide awake, took an awkward stumble away from her mailbox. Their silent gazes followed in unison. She stepped to the right, and once again, their eyeballs kept focused solely on her.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked, doing a step backwards in tandem with a unified step forward from the mass of ponies. Berry backed away from the approaching crowd until her butt touched the front door of her house. “I’m just gonna go back inside now and lock my door, because you really freak me out.”

“Wait!” a voice yelled from within the crowd.

Berry saw Applejack squeeze through between two stallions in the front row and painted this bizarre situation in a whole new light. Not better, just different. First, she noticed now that they were all earth ponies. Second, every pony in the bunch with a cutie mark had an apple on it in some way. The exception was Apple Bloom, who was jumping to get a peek from the back and gave Berry another hint that drew her to two conclusions:

This was undoubtedly the Apple family.

They had come specifically for her.

It didn’t take much imagination to guess why. “You heard of my cider,” Berry stated matter-of-factly and trying to play it cool in spite of her nervousness, causing Applejack’s eyebrow to twitch in response. The magnitude of her own stupidity never ceased to amaze herself. She had been boasting to her brother about her cider like a moron, completely forgetting that she left it with a pony who was best friends with an Apple family big shot.

Applejack Apple.

Berry Punch wasn’t a delicate mare with fear of getting dirty. She knew her way around a bar fight or street brawl, having been in countless drunken and sober variants in her life. However, even Berry was aware, a hundred against one was a sure way to prematurely meet your creator.

Maybe if Hardy had her back...

A quick shake of her head got rid of that thought. Hard Knock wasn’t here to drag her sorry ass out of trouble anymore. It was time to take responsibility like an adult. Part of that would be getting her ass kicked and face caved in, but Berry knew crying about it wouldn’t help.

“Is that supposed to intimidate me?” She pointed at the crowd behind Applejack with an angry scowl. “I don’t care how many of you line up on my lawn. You’re not bullying me out of business that easily.”

Applejack looked confused and took a step back with her family as Berry suddenly ripped a picket out of the garden fence with her bare hooves. The determined mare did some loose swings with the massive and nail-studded board, before smashing her mailbox to pieces for demonstration purposes.

“Come get a taste,” she said menacingly, taking a batter stance.

Meanwhile across the street, Carrot Top was the first pony to get out of her house with a garden hoe tightly gripped in anticipation. Nobody had missed the huge gathering in front of their neighbours house. The orange-maned earth pony with the carrot cutie mark had seen enough to get the picture and many other stallholders like Daisy were equally aware behind the drawn curtains of their homes. Berry Punch wasn’t their most favourite pony in the world, but they wouldn’t stand aside when one of their worst fears came true:

The Apple family forcefully taking over business in Ponyville.

“The moment they jump Berry, we run out and get them from behind,” Roseluck said to Daisy and Lily, drawing the curtain from her kitchen window. “Bon Bon just gave me the signal from her bedroom window.”

Lily joined Roseluck’s side and took a glance through a gap in the curtain. “But Carrot already went out and won’t wait that long. You know how much she hates the Apples.”

Daisy, still sitting on the kitchen table with a shovel, snorted in amusement. “Can you blame the mare? With her carrots, she’s got it worse than all of us. Ponyville is a fruit town, and barely more than apples in that regard. Tell me, when was the last time any of us ate a pear? Our flowers can at least be used as garnish for all those stupid apple treats!”

Meanwhile outside, Carrot Top smeared her face with dirt and started to pace, banging the hoe against her house wall.

“You’re right, Daisy. This will get real messy.” Roseluck went to the front door and peeked through the mail slot for a better perspective. “Wouldn’t surprise me if the crazy bitch has just been waiting for an excuse to vent some frustration.”

Unaware of the impending street riot, Applejack had recovered from Berry’s open display of hostility. “Yes, we came for your cider,” Applejack said loud and clear, which caused several doors in the neighborhood to bust open, “but not to stop you from making it. We want to buy your stock.”

A collective sigh of relief echoed throughout the neighborhood, followed by a solitary scream of disappointment and the sound of a breaking garden hoe. Applejack turned towards the noise with her family, watching a fuming Carrot Top go back inside and slamming the door shut with enough force to shatter a window.

“Let me get this straight,“ Berry said, lowering her improv weapon, “you, Applejack Apple, want to buy apple cider from a non-family member?”

“Yes.”

“You make that stuff yourself, you know? I’ve stood in line for it many times.”

“Yes, I do know,” Applejack said through gritted teeth. “Yours is better.”

Berry had seemingly hit a nerve. She wasn’t mean spirited by nature, but somepony rarely got an opportunity to put down the local top dogs in their own business. There was no more doubt in her mind that she’d brewed up something fierce, when a stubborn mare like Applejack was putting aside her personal pride.

The prospect of having so many ponies on her lawn didn’t faze her as much anymore, considering they were now potential customers instead of a bloodthirsty mob.

“That can be arranged. How much cider do you need?”

Her answer came in the form of a darkening sky and objects from the crowd raining down upon her like ordnance. She barely managed to hit the ground before heavy bags flew over her head. Some of them ripped open on impact to reveal sparkling gold coins inside.

Applejack turned around and started waving frantically at her throwing family members. “Stop it! Have some self-control for Celestia’s sake!”

“I’ll be damned… for that much I can get you…” Berry crawled towards her new fortune and counted the bags, until a much smaller one zoomed in a weak ark from the crowd and smashed through her bedroom window. “...What I usually would have given you, minus the cost of that window.”

“Goshdarnit, Apple Bloom!”

“Sorry!”

“I’ll give you something to be sorry about!”

“Get your hooves off my sister!”

Berry got up and dusted herself off from grass and dirt. The ensuing argument between the Apple family members didn’t interest her much, so she signaled the embarrassed Applejack to follow her inside during the loud bickering. Both reappeared just moments before the first punches were thrown and Applejack carrying several huge bottle crates.

“They seem smaller than the one from the hospital,” Applejack said with a pout, putting down the fragile boxes with as much care as possible.

She was right. The bottles for her newest batch of cider were much smaller than the one Hard Knock had gotten. Keeping the quality of her beverage in mind, Berry now filled her cider in bottles that were around the size suitable for beer. With practised ease, she took a bottle and popped the cap with a loud fizz.

Everyone of the Apple family clan stopped what they were doing and started sniffing the air like bloodhounds.

“Get in line, old before young, mares before stallions.” Berry barked at the gathered crowd, which solely fixated on the beverage in her hoof with barely contained drool running down their mouths. “Who’s first?”

“Me.”

The sea of ponies parted and revealed Granny Smith with a gold bit in her hoof.

“I’m glad to have business with you, Ms. Smith.” Berry filled a cup to the brim and presented her creation.

The old mare took the cup with distrust. ”The others were pretty quick to throw their money at you, but this old warhorse here had too many drinks in her life to be easily impressed.”

Instead of drinking it right away, Granny Smith examined the amber liquid carefully and held it against the sun to watch it sparkle like liquid gold. She remained calm and collected, contrary to the rest of her kin. Everyone held their breath as she downed the content in one go and put it empty on the ground with a stone-faced expression.

“Big Macintosh?”

The large red head of her grandson poked out of the crowd. “Eyup?”

“Marry that mare. I want her as granddaughter.”

Hard Knock believed strongly that magic was a wonderful thing.

Many earth ponies liked to downplay its importance, yet ultimately had to admit that they had wished to be a unicorn on more than one occasion. Hard Knock had never been bitter about it though, or tried to force some ridiculous notion that earth pony achievements mean more because they have to work harder. The simple possibility of enjoying a warm bath in casts was a strong case for his horned congeners and their expertise.

Usually, the staff just gave him a simple sponge bath, but the multiple kinds of stains and the pungent smell of sexual intercourse had convinced the nurses to whip out the big guns this morning; The large wellness area of Ponyville Hospital stood as the pride of the facility. It was equipped with everything a recovering patient could desire, including fancy magic spells to keep the casts on Hard Knock dry. The bandages on his body had also been carefully removed for his bath. He almost looked normal again without them, except for the trimmed short mane and visible bruises all over.

The warm water in the pool-sized bathtub did wonders for his well-being, as soothing music played and the smell of aromatic filled the air. It could have been a perfectly relaxing situation, if it weren’t for his prismatic companion splashing around and loudly swimming laps in the deeper parts.

“Hard Knock! Look! Look!... COME ON LOOK!”

He was in no real danger of drowning in the shallow end with just ankle deep water, but hospital policy dictated that somebody had to supervise him during his bath. The staff had eagerly jumped on the idea of Rainbow Dash doing it. In contrast to earlier sessions and according to Nurse Redheart, no other patients occupied the room this morning and the staff wouldn’t let anybody in until both of them were ready to leave. She and the other blushing nurses were so obvious at this point, he assumed the whole hospital was in the know of their little activity last night.

Something, Hard Knock felt equally aroused and disturbed from.

“DIVE BOMB!”

Rainbow Dash seemed either blissfully unaware or unaffected by that fact, climbing out the pool for the hundredth time to jump back inside and splashing him in the face. Teary eyed and grumpy, Hard Knock finally had enough of her nonsense and puffed up for a lecture about consideration.

His anger deflated as soon as she came up for air.

The sight of that petite frame bursting through the water surface was truly something to behold. Her vibrant and exotic mane shined almost like a real rainbow under the fluorescent light, masterfully complemented by the skyblue coat. Time seemed to stop as the sparkling water droplets sprayed in every direction. She shook a strand of damp mane from her magenta eyes and gave him a smile that could melt steel.

Once again, Hard Knock realized that Rainbow Dash was a stunningly beautiful mare.

“What’s wrong? Never seen someone do a sick waterbomb before?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at his mesmerized stare.

The events of yesterday flashed before his inner eye. Assorted images of that curvaceous body pressed against him, grinding and riding in ecstasy with the sound of her full lips moaning his name. The face distorted in pleasure from his memory was the same laughing at him now, playing around in a childish and innocent manner.

Hard Knock felt like in an obscure fantasy, unsure if he could believe his senses to remember their shared experience correctly.

“Don’t you dare…” he quietly hissed at his penis, scolding the misbehaving organ for pushing out of its sheath. Real or not, those recollections were stimulating nonetheless. This wasn’t the time, nor the place, to pop a boner like a pubescent teenager though. The two of them had something good going here, and Hard Knock didn’t want to ruin it by flashing his dick around.

“I desperately need some exercise to get back in flying shape," Rainbow Dash said, swimming backstroke in circles and completely unaware of the pointy surprise beneath. “The extra pounds from lazing around and eating do a serious number on my aerodynamics.”

“You look fine to me.” Hard Knock tried to stay calm. Everything would be fine as long as she kept her distance, but some of those laps were getting dangerously close.

“Thank you for saying that, but I really have let myself go. Why do they have to make the food so irresistibly good?” Of course, her swimming stopped directly before him. “I mean, look at my fat cutie mark!”

In one swift motion, She was back on her hooves and showed him her butt up close. For emphasis, Rainbow Dash gave a little smack to one of her round buttcheeks with just enough force to see the small vibrations going through. Her buns looked firm and juicy like the freshest and most mouthwatering peach, only separated by her bushy tail that softly swayed in almost hypnotic ways.

“My lightning bolt has never been so bi… ” Rainbow’s eyes wandered between his legs and remained there. A glance down from himself revealed her reason and turned the blood in his veins to ice. His penis had speared through the water and foam like an ice-breaker, standing erect in all its glory as testament for his lack of control and lecherous thoughts about her.

Hard Knock averted his eyes in shame and didn’t notice how the childlike smile on Rainbow Dash’s face made way for a much more devious grin. “You’re getting this excited over a little bit of flank in your face?” She sat down and reached out with a hindleg to gently stroke along the underside of his hard-on. “Aren’t you ashamed?” Rainbow Dash purred, applying more weight to press Hard Knock’s erection against his belly. “Showing yourself like that to a mare?”

“So soft…” he thought, swallowing hard as her hoof kept straddling him like liquid velvet. Most pegasi walked their entire life on nothing harder than clouds. They kept those legs off the ground for long periods of time, so naturally, their hooves wouldn’t develop as sturdy and rough as earth pony ones. Evolution at its finest with Hard Knock gladly reaping the benefits.

“Do I make you that horny?” she gloated openly. “I’m the only one here, so it must be me.”

The sensation of wet coat brushing against his skin and the occasional rub of soft flesh from her underhoof made this incredibly stimulating. ”Such a naughty colt…” Her second hindleg joined in, cupping him gently down there to measure the weight of his package. “You didn’t think I would forget those two, did you?” Rainbow Dash said, licking her lips and gently kneading him in circular motion.

“Don’t stop…” He was getting lightheaded from the sensual overload on his privates. A complete hoofjob with her hindlegs? Quite a leap from punching him in the dick. Her performance was world’s better than the clumsy attempts from yesterday and proved what an astonishingly fast learner she could be.

He whimpered from a light brush against his sensitive tip, making Rainbow Dash’s cocky grin turn even wider before she spoke. “It’s awesome, isn’t it? You and your little friend can count yourself lucky that an amazing mare like me is keeping you company. Why don’t you...”

Hard Knock fought the urge to roll his eyes. It eluded him why Rainbow Dash still tried so hard to convince him of her toughness after all what happened yesterday. He didn’t think less of her for it. Quite the opposite actually. The “badass mare without chinks” persona was hard to believe, once you’ve been cuddling and comforting said mare after intense love making.

Well that, and her use of the word “little” in conjunction with his penis irritated him slightly.

“...making you my personal cum disp… Hey, I’m talking to you!” Rainbow Dash stopped and brought him back from his thoughts.

For a pony that was all about looking tough, she could be read pretty easily. Performance anxiety was written all over her face. The way those bedroom eyes wavered gave it away, showing her struggle to act sexy and alluring. The wrong word, or the right one depending on the intention, could have devastating consequences on her confidence.

“I’m not doing something wrong, am I?”

Rainbow was hard to get used to, yet somehow Hard Knock had grown deeply fond of her.

“What’s the matter? Say something… Does it feel bad?”

Behind that rough and obnoxious shell was someone he wanted to get to know better.

“It felt wonderful, Rainbow.” Hard Knock pursed his lips against the underside of her outstretched hoof and kissed the soft texture. The relatively small contact was enough to sent uncontrollable shivers throughout her body. Baffled and intrigued by her reaction, he pulled out his tongue to give the same spot a cautious lick, gauging for similar outcomes.

She didn’t disappoint his expectations. “Stop that…” Rainbow Dash stammered, hiding red-faced behind her hooves. “That’s gross, don’t touch my hoof like that!”

Who was she trying to fool with this? It would have been easy to stop him by simply pulling her leg away. The coy and hopeful glances through those forelegs told a different story than her half-hearted attempts to form a complaint.

“Gross…” Rainbow Dash visibly enjoyed herself and Hard Knock was happy about it.

He nuzzled the sole of her hoof. “You have amazing legs. I’ve never seen hooves this dainty and petite.”

Rainbow’s blush turned a few shades darker. “Don’t mock me! I’m an athlete and future Wonder…Eep!... Ooohhh sweet Celestia!” A nibble on her hoof elicited a surprised shriek, which soon melted into delighted moaning as he continued along the edge. The skin on the sole was too sensitive for biting, so he sealed the spot with his lips and sucked roughly for a similar effect.

“The other one too…” Her unattended hindleg rubbed meekly against his cheek.

With both hindlegs outstretched, Rainbow Dash needed her forelegs as support. That meant she had no other choice then to show him her flushed face. Bright red, tense and beautiful. Hard Knock made it a point to go for intense eye contact through a very slobbery lick across her left sole, forcing her to look away and whimper from embarrassment.

“Do you enjoy this?” he asked after tracing small circles with his tongue.

The wet sounds, piercing looks, and sensual touch made her heartbeat skyrocket. There was a good reason why she avoided the weekly beauty gatherings of her friends at the spa; The poor mare lived her girliest nightmare, turned into the lewdest of fantasies. Her hindlegs moved around sporadically with a mind of their own, showing him when to focus on which hoof without having to actually tell him and die of shame. The unattended hoof respectively kept himself busy with rubbing his cheek or chest while it waited for it’s turn to be touched.

In the end, Rainbow Dash fully succumbed to her newfound fetish and pressed both hooves tightly against his muzzle for simultaneous service.

“This is so wrong…” she croaked, feeling exposed but also incredibly excited as the heat kept rising in her loins. She sat down on his chest and rubbed her marehood against his coat, fully indulging in the rough stimulation it provided.

A dead giveaway for Hard Knock to enter the next stage.

“Get closer to me.” He opened his mouth to show his tongue and she understood, slowly reclining from her sitting position and inching her crotch towards his mouth with spread hindlegs, every little detail of Rainbow Dash in full display for him to look at. Shame still filled Rainbow’s mind for showing her most private to a stallion, but the need for relief was so much stronger now.

“Stop... staring so much… you perv...”

His tongue drew along her inner thigh and towards those inviting rosy petals. From that close, even all the fragranced soaps and shampoos couldn’t overpower the powerful scent of her arousal. He hungrily buried his muzzle in her moist folds and inhaled deeply, making Rainbow Dash whimper from the air tickling her sensitive spot.

“You smell wonderful. I wonder if you taste as good?”

“Stupid weirdo…”

Another lick pushed the pinkish folds apart and coated his tongue in her nectar. The musky vapors of her sex filled his nostrils even stronger in an intoxicating manner, driving him almost insane by fragrance alone. Advancements civilized the pony from the animal they say, but some responsive primal instincts stayed with it forever. Hard Knock wasn’t as enthusiastic about bodily fluids like Rainbow Dash, and yet, simply loved her unique aroma.

“What’s taking so long?” she whined, staring at the ceiling with gritted teeth, “I need it... Don’t make me wait anymore...”

“You need what?” Hard Knock asked smugly in return, stopping the movement of his tongue. Some childish part of him wanted to push her buttons further. She voiced her displeasure with a whiny moan and he had a hard time not to gush over her angry pouting. “I’m afraid that I’m not as awesome as you and can’t figure it out on my own. Tell me what to do, Rainbow.”

“You’re so mean...” she said with shaky breath, moisture building in her magenta eyes. The fight against her stubbornness ended and the surrender came with a trail of kisses toward her nethers. Teasing in good fun was all well and good, but actually making her cry would have broken his heart. Arriving at her yearning core, he breathed in deeply for one more time to savor the moment and stuck his tongue in whole.

“Finally…” Rainbow Dash gasped loudly, clasping her trembling hindlegs around him. The small lips of her wetness had swollen noticeably from prolonged arousal and increased their sensitivity, encasing her erect and glistening clit like a delicious oyster around a sparkling pearl.

“Be more gentle with that,” she whimpered after a specially rough lick over the sensitive nub.

Seconds turned to minutes while he indulged in sating her carnal desire and his curiosity. Moments passed with the sole purpose of bringing bliss and revealing something new about her to memorize and use to that end. His forgotten and rock-hard erection ached painfully for attention. Attention, it would soon get by accident when Rainbow Dash steadily lost herself in the movement of his tongue and soft kisses. She leaned backwards to lay her head on his lap like a pillow and felt something pointy poke her instead. Curious for the cause, a turn for the source revealed the massive sight of his seven inches of darkish brown stallionhood

Her lips pursed and blew a soft breeze on the rounded tip. The swelled muscle shivered and twitched like a small critter from the cool air in an adorable way.

“So awesome…” she whispered, nuzzling it affectionately and taking a big whiff from his musk. The smell and taunting sheen of precum on her nose afterwards was all the motivation Rainbow Dash needed. After turning a little bit more with eased nimbleness, she claimed him with her mouth and made a satisfied moan from the saltiness. The little preview of his taste persuaded her easily to start sucking and licking all over his throbbing member for more.

“I’m supposed to be pleasuring you, Rainbow.” Hard Knock moaned, getting distracted by the new feeling of warm wetness surrounding him. Of course, she didn’t heed his complaint and kept kept going with great enthusiasm. To not fall behind, he resumed licking her as well and ignored the ridiculousness of it all. Karma wasn’t something he believed in, but if he did, this would definetly a strong case for it. A week ago, his greatest excitement had been a middle-aged nurse washing him with the rough side of a sponge.

Fast forward to now, where he was part of simultaneous oral sex with a gorgeous mare that couldn’t get enough of his dick.

“Mmm…tasty...”

Literally couldn’t get enough.

“wonna seh whus beddah?” Rainbow Dash mumbled, deepthroating his whole shaft until her lips reached the base.

“This ain't a competition Rainbow,” he replied after another lick against her clit.

“whuteva u sey scurdy cat. uhm gunna win anywey,” she gurgled, followed by a gagging sound and a cough when his tip hit her throat.

Hard Knock stopped and frowned at her.

“Yu… ok?”

He was not ok, apparent by the sound of grinding teeth from his mouth. As much as he liked having Rainbow Dash around, she certainly knew how to push his buttons in the oddest of moments. Yesterday, she barely knew anything about sex and cried into his chest for comfort. How did one good lay suddenly make her an expert? What laurels did she have to be so cocksure of herself now? There he was, giving his all for her sake and satisfaction, and she thought to outdo him quickly on the finish line?

“thad wein on yur neg is gedn rel thck.”

Hard Knock didn’t consider himself a playcolt, but getting underestimated this much wounded his male pride big time. “You win? Is that a fact?” Hard Knock said in a low tone, burying his muzzle into her with all restraint and caution thrown overboard. Boasting had a natural pain threshold for every pony and his was reached. The time for nice was up. If she wanted to turn this into a competition, then she would get one from him!

“Wu ah yu… ahhh… ugh... guh!” she stammered through the violent assault of licks and bites on her most sensitive parts. Any resemblance of gentleness was gone. Wild and relentless, he overwhelmed Rainbow Dash like a raging beast, leaving her completely defenseless and unable to retaliate.

“Don’t get flustered now!” he hollered through the echoing room in a booming voice, ”Come on, get louder! Squeal for me and let them hear us outside! I don’t care anymore if they do!”

“No, I… wait… let…” She tried to cover up with her tail with a whimper. Hard Knock growled and yanked it away to bare her once more when both reduced themselves to rutting mammals under a thick blanket of feral lust.

Rainbow Dash thought she knew pleasure after yesterday, but her first real orgasm made those memories pale in comparison by sheer intensity and came in huge convulsing squirts with an ear-splitting whinny.

Loud enough to let somebody drop a tray in the hallway.

Like Hard Knock, she didn’t give a damn about being heard, enraptured in another incredible experience and the need for more. More pleasure, more excitement, more of the smoldering afterglow, and generally more of him providing it. Nobody would stop her from getting it, even if the whole hospital had come in at this point and watched them do the dirty deed.

If anything, the thought of staring ponies got her even more horny and excited.

Instincts made Rainbow Dash seek closeness to his warm body, crawling on his chest and getting on top. “Hard Knock...” she panted now face to face between nickering and gasping for air, everything besides this singular moment unimportant in her consciousness. “You’re mine now…” Eager hooves grabbed his face for a deep kiss as she breathed slurredly into him, tongue and lips occupied by exploring every inch without any resistance.

“What the hell just happened?” he thought as the red haze lifted from his eyes, “I can’t remember the last time I went that crazy about anything!” Hard Knock blinked rapidly while Rainbow Dash nibbled on his lower lip between kisses. “Gotta be careful about that.”

The eager mare paused her oral assault only long enough to gloat. “Who’s the winner now? Get ready to be—” A cough ended Rainbow’s monologue abruptly, hitting Rainbow Dash open mouthed in the back of her throat with droplets of spittle coating her face. Dumbfounded and confused, she just sat there frozen in a vain attempt to understand what just happened.

Hard Knock apologized immediately. “I’m… so sorry… just... give me a second... to catch my breath.” Another fit of nasty coughs made him tremble, ruining the mood entirely and causing her to pull away from his shaking frame. She wiped her muzzle where some of his saliva had hit and grimaced from the smell of copper.

“A minute at most… I swear...”

Her heart skipped a beat when the blue hoof came back from her face with red splotches all over.

“Maybe two…”

On a closer inspection and without the rosy tint of her horniness, Hard Knock suddenly looked a lot more tired than before. How could she have not seen it? The dark bags under his eyes and shallow breathing revealed the toll of their physical activities as clear as day. His eyes had difficulties to focus on her, wandering around the room like in a fever dream until his dick went limp and lost more than half of his size. Now sad and disappointed, the defeated look on his face was devastating to her heartstrings; He didn’t deserve to feel this bad.
“I admit defeat. You were amazing," Rainbow Dash reassured him quickly, rubbing his chest to calm the coughing. Although a bit rough at the end, Hard Knock had went the distance like a champ, and now, she would make him feel like one. “Lean back and enjoy your prize.”

She went down on him and slowly widened his hindlegs to get a good look. Straddling his thighs sensually, her muzzle went past his flaccid cock after a quick nuzzle, opening all the way to move around the testicles beneath with her outstretched tongue. Thrill filled her from the weight and resistance as she lifted them in playful worship.

“They’re so big and heavy,” she complimented him with batted eyelashes,“I wonder, if a little mare like me could swallow it all?”

"Rainbow..." He wasn’t capable of saying much else before she put his whole sack in her warm mouth and swirled it around. Despite the new feeling of pleasure, it didn’t go over his head what her plan was. Submissive and obedient wasn’t her style, but for his sake, she was putting on a show.

“Soh beag an ful… hmm.”

A weird and very sexy show just for him.

Rainbow Dash in turn, loved how he breathed her name in pleasure while he squirmed under her touch. The subtle reactions she could invoke by a simple lick on the right place fascinated Rainbow Dash greatly. She released his package with a smoldering look, licking now along his shaft until she reached the sensitive top. His stallionhood stood straight again, hard as a rock and ready to be sampled.

“Cum for me Hard Knock. I want to taste you so bad.” Again at the bottom, she worked her way up on the sensitive underside, stopping only shortly to trace her tongue around his medial ring.

Silky lips reached the tip for a second time and tasted pre-cum with a feathery kiss. Not much acting skill was required for the satisfied moan afterwards. “Why do I like your splooge so much?” she asked herself, licking off another drop from the tip and smacking her lips. “Your thick, tangy, delicious…”

Unable to contain herself any longer, Rainbow Dash finally put those lips around his cock to suck more out of it. The entire length went further and further in while slowly bobbing her head up and down on his lap to get him well lubricated. Another moan and colorful curse left his lips, as she became more firm with her sucking with the intent was to milk him thoroughly.

A glance up made her frown. She wanted to see his satisfied face, but he didn’t look like it; Hard Knock’s eyes were tightly shut with both forelegs tensely pressed against his sides. Moans and grunts showed the pleasure, but complete bliss looked different. Something was still missing to make this perfect for him.

Right then, Rainbow Dash realized what a pony in his situation would want: Control and choice. She reached for his shaking hooves and placed them on her mane, letting him have something soft and pleasant to grab onto. Hard Knock opened his eyes from the sudden contact and met her gaze, fixated on him as she tightened her lips harder. Her hooves moved his, and in junction, moved her head that he was still holding.

The implication of that gesture jumpstarted the kinkier side of Hard Knock’s imagination.

“Use me,” Rainbow’s eyes seemed to tell him, “Come on...”

Hard Knock bit his upper lip and grabbed her head firmer. Was she really up for something like that? It was a tempting offer, but possibly fatal in the case he had read her wrong. She didn’t look uncomfortable from the added roughness, and after one last exchange of silent looks, he started to slide her head up and down on his lap. Slowly and gently at first to gauge for resistance, but the intensity grew with each repeat, producing soon loud slurping noise as he used her mouth like a warm sleeve.

“Is this real? I’m humping her face right now,” he thought through the pleasurable friction and her loud moans, “and it looks like she loves it!”

It didn’t only look like it, Rainbow Dash enjoyed herself immensely while he pumped away at her throat. Giving up control added another layer of excitement and surprise to their experience. Hard Knock decided now how fast and deep his large rod would go down her throat, abusing that power wholeheartedly as he penetrated her mouth repeatedly with heavy grunts.

“You’re an amazing mare, Rainbow…” Hard Knock groaned between thrusts, “just a bit more… I’m really close.”

Although her mouth was filled to the brim, she managed to smile at him and cupped his balls for a loving squeeze.

“Buck!” He came right then from shock, gripping two hooffuls of rainbow mane and pushing her deeper down on his ejaculating cock. Spurt after spurt of hot fluid filled Rainbow’s mouth and coated her tongue, making her tastebuds scream in euphoria from the overwhelming flavor. Most of the salty seed went down quickly and got swallowed in huge gulps, but some of it filled her cheeks and dripped out on the edges in a shimmery white line.

“That was… incredible,” Hard Knock said after pulling Rainbow Dash’s head off him with a wet plop. Like in trance, she licked the residue from her chin before dragging her tongue over and over again on the softening erection. To her, this was close second to the tastiest thing in the world, first being his apple cider. Having both, almost drove tears of joy to her eyes.

One of his hooves placed itself on her cheek to caress it gently, while the other brushed a messy strand of hair out of the way to fully see her face. She stopped her instinctive licking on contact and leaned into his hoof with a content hum, enjoying to be petted and straddled in such a way. Despite being soiled, disheveled and flustered, Hard Knock had never seen something more beautiful. The mare seemed to almost glow from within, turning his surroundings brighter and more colorful.

It was at this moment, Hard Knock realized once and for all that he had fallen for her.

“Uh...” Rainbow Dash said a bit muffled, her face still being cupped by Hard Knock. She wasn’t sure what the next step should be and he wouldn’t stop staring at her with that dorky smile. What even was the right thing to do after sucking a stallion's dick? He eventually let go of her, still smiling and at her in a way that made Rainbow Dash blush all over again.

Nobody had ever looked at her like he was right now. It reminded Rainbow Dash distantly of family and friends, but a lot deeper and more sincere. A sense of want and desire radiated from him, confusing her with the complete absence of lust and lecherous nature. If she’d ever been in a serious relationship before or could have seen her own face while looking at him in their more tender moments, Rainbow Dash would have recognized it immediately for what it was.

As it stood, it was only confusing and making her feel fuzzy. Her eyes averted to a sponge floating in the water. She picked it up, deciding to might as well do what they were in the bath for and get clean. The small object moved gently along the bridge of his nose and around his mouth, careful to keep the soap out of his eyes and removing the sticky evidence of their naughty session.

After his face was free of her fluids, she continued with the rest of his body and added a sports massage for good measure. Some extra time was put into massaging his large chest, sturdy back, and several other parts of his anatomy and Rainbow Dash liked what she felt while doing that. Even being bedridden for so long couldn’t fully conceal that under all those bandages and bruises was a stallion in good shape. Not as muscular like Big Macintosh or Bulk Biceps, but noticeably toned in the right places by a life of hard work and undoubtedly bedworthy.

She had to suppress a slight giggle through the comfortable silence after feeling up the wiry muscles in his forelegs. Thoughts about things he could do with those strong extremities filled her mind. Wonderful and naughty things, which would hopefully be followed by an extensive nap on his adorable and pudgy tummy; Two adjectives she never would have dreamed of using, much less in association with a stallion.

In polar opposite of Rainbow Dash, Hard Knock’s mood had soured significantly. The momentary rush of happiness from his emotional realization was severely dampened by a heavy dose of reality. Rainbow Dash worked her soothing magic on his body, but he couldn’t really enjoy due to his current mindset. The downside of being a realist, was to constantly think of the probable instead of the desired outcomes for your situations.

Whichever way he looked at it now, none of the possible scenarios in his head were good.

Hard Knock was in this hospital for the long run and how winded he felt made him painfully aware of that again. Rainbow Dash on the other hoof, would be here for a week or two at most. Who knows when he would be able to leave? When would be the next time he’d see her and would she even want to see him?

A depressing thought.

“I don’t like this,” he muttered to himself.

“A bit late for complaining about the massage slowpoke,” she said curtly with the sponge tightly gripped. Then she saw the solemn look on his face. “Hey, what’s bugging you?”

He bit the inside of his cheek. “Nothing major. I’m just not used to being so useless. I’m the most dependable pony in our family, which to be honest, doesn’t mean much because every member of the Berry clan is a wackjob in some way or another. However, it was at least something to hold onto, but now, I can’t even wipe my own face without help.”

It wasn’t the reason why he was upset at the moment, but he had thought along those lines often enough to make it sound believable.

Rainbow Dash looked sadly at her hurt wing. “I can relate to that. Flying is everything to me, and just a week without it sounded like hell. This must be very hard for you, having such a roadblock thrown in your way to become… do… continue with...” Her sentence trailed off to a whisper before she went silent with big eyes and the sponge dropping out of her grip. “I never asked you about your dreams… I didn’t ask you about anything!”

There was truth in that statement. Rainbow Dash had been talking mostly about herself and didn’t inquire very much about him since they met. It wasn’t that he minded that circumstance though; Quite the opposite actually. She was an interesting mare to listen to, minus the obvious bragging and exaggerations at some times.

“That’s not entirely true,” Hard Knock joked lightheartedly, “remember, you asked me if you could play with my penis.”

The expression on her face hardened like concrete. “Show me your ass.”

Hard Knock blinked once. “Excuse me... what?”

Her demand wasn’t meant to be sexual or kinky. They both had their share for now although later was already a possibility on her mind. Right now, she needed more information about this stallion and she wanted it this instant. The quickest way to get an idea about a pony was the cutie mark. Talking about your marks wasn’t the most used conversation opener for nothing, so without further ado, Rainbow Dash grabbed him by the hindlegs and lifted his lower body out of the pool to get a look.

“Rainbow, this is really uncomfortable!” Hard Knock grunted, his hips raised and head resting on the pool edge.

She ignored his comment and focused on his flank. The plum colored bum under scrutiny, that looked surprisingly firm in her opinion, had a wooden tray with a large green bottle and a glass. Both items on the tray were partially concealed by a bunch of purple grapes which looked identical to those of his sister Berry. After a more thorough look, Rainbow Dash noticed the amber liquid in the glass.

The idea had been good in theory. Cutie marks can give you hints for the right questions, but aren’t much help if you’re too stubborn to ask them in the first place. It was quite obvious from her grinding teeth how little progress she was making.

Hard Knock offered an olive branch. “Put me down and I tell you what my dream is.”

She exchanged a challenging look with him, contemplating if she should take the offer or insist on her pride.

“My neck is killing me, Rainbow.” he said with big puppy eyes, making Rainbow Dash flinch guiltily and lower him carefully back into the water. “I don’t get what the big deal is.” Hard Knock avoided looking at her as she sat down between his legs. “We talked a lot about you, so what? You’re much more interesting than me!”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“My dream is nothing great, barely something in comparison to your ambitions. Tell me again about your first day of flight—”

“Hard Knock!”

Apparently, she really wanted to know.

“... A pub.” It almost hurt him physically to tell her. His dream was nothing special. While she aspired to entertain the masses with feats of athleticism and audacity, he couldn’t reach farther than serving drinks behind a counter. “Just a boring, small pub in the outskirts of Ponyville.”

“Do you have a name for it?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“The Grimy Griffon.” He answered much quicker this time. There was no point in stalling anymore with the cat out of the bag, so he might as well get it over with. “I promised my grandpa to call it that, if it ever came to fruition.“

“Tell me about him,” she said, crawling on top of his chest.

Hard Knock obliged grudgingly, missing her quick sniff of his coat and the twinkle in her eyes. “What’s there to tell? Grandpa Elderberry is a simple stallion and very rough around the edges.” His eyes narrowed, trying to recall more details. “He’s been a guardpony for forty years and still gets regularly in trouble for his big mouth. Two months into service, his superiors had a weird sense of humor and transferred him to the border of the griffon kingdom as the only non-pegasus on duty.”

“Wow, that’s harsh!” Rainbow Dash replied while lying down on his stomach and getting comfy.

“It shaped him into the stallion that he is today.” Hard Knock shuddered as he remembered some of his grandfather’s more graphic tales. “The old mule dented more beaks than most other throw punches in their lives.”

“How did he manage to fight against griffons in the air?” Rainbow Dash asked a bit drowsy. She was now in the most comfortable position with her head tugged snugly under his chin for warmth. Ponies would have called it cuddling, but she would most likely deny such a ridiculous claim.

Rainbow “Danger” Dash didn’t cuddle.

“A good question.” Hard Knock was finally realizing her position and began to pet one of her wings. “The answer is one heck of a throwing leg and a mouth that could taunt Princess Celestia into a hoof fight.”

The mental picture made her laugh. A pony screaming up profanities at the sky as a battle tactic seemed ridiculous. Then again, she remembered how impulsive and easily irritable Gilda had been on her worse days.

“Your grandfather sounds like a… he seems…”

Hard Knock nuzzled her gently. “Just say what you think. I adore that bluntness of yours.”

“He sounds like a huge plothole,” she mumbled into his neck.

Hard Knock agreed wholeheartedly with her assessment and laughed. Grandpa Elderberry was loud, obnoxious, and stressful to be around, but he was family and he wouldn’t exchange him for the world. “Every weekend, him and his comrades left their post and ventured to the same destination; A shady little pub named ‘The Phony Pony’, run by a griffon named Plucky.”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t stop grinning. A bunch of young stallions with pent up frustration about their work? She had a good guess what those missions had been about.

“The locals talk to this day about the legendary bouts between my grandfather and the grimy pub owner.” Hard Knock said, confirming exactly what she had expected. Stallions were simultaneously weird and kinda awesome in that regard. The uncomplicated way they handled themselves often struck Rainbow Dash as more efficient than mares.

Potentially more dangerous and injury-prone, but definitely quicker and more fun.

“Over the years they became friends and Plucky’s pub turned into a second home to our family. Heck, grandpa and dad even got married to their marefriends there with Plucky as the officiant!” Hard Knock gazed deeply into her eyes for the final and most important part. “I want my future patrons to feel the same about my pub; A place where the most deep-rooted hostility can be forgotten over a quality beverage, even if it lasts only to the point where you can see the bottom of your glass.”

He waited patiently for the inevitable outbreak of laughter. Many others had made fun of him in the past and Hard Knock didn’t blame them for it. Opening a bar to make the world a better place? The reasoning behind his dream always sounded stupid and childish when he said it out loud.

Rainbow Dash didn’t laugh.

“That sounds so awesome!” She shot up from him and hoofbumped the air in celebration. “We desperately need something like that in Ponyville! I would love to unwind with a foamy keg after a shitty day at weather patrol.” She gave him a stern poke in the chest. “Why don’t we have a pub already? What stopped you all this time from opening one, mister?”

“My sister needs me, Rainbow,” Hard Knock answered matter-of-factly. The questioning look on her face urged him to elaborate. “It’s not her fault that she became the way she is. Nobody chooses as a child to be a drunkard and troublemaker. Berry hung around the wrong kind of ponies when she was younger. Ponies who had a very bad influence on her. Believe me, she’s a good mare and tries to better herself, but is dependent on somepony helping out during her stumbles on the way.”

Rainbow Dash made a disgusted face. “Those ponies must have been some real jerks.”

“Yes… jerks…”

The atmosphere became very heavy all of a sudden. “Maybe this accident was a good thing,” Hard Knock said, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. “Berry is really cleaning up her act recently, and it took only a few dozen broken bones in my body to accomplish. That’s a bargain in my book. I thought for sure, it would cost me at least a limb or an eye before she’d wise up.”

He chuckled hollowly in the silent room. Rainbow Dash couldn’t see anything funny in almost dying. The casual way he spoke about bleeding for family didn’t sit right with her principles. Loyalty was something she knew a thing or two about and had a deep personal stake in. It was her element, but said element didn’t dictate everything about her.

“Thank you for listening,” he said softly, interrupting her train of thought.

“Hey, what are friends for, am I right?” she replied with a smile.

Hard Knock’s brow furrowed. “Rainbow, I…”

“Yes?”

Hard Knock swallowed the big lump in his throat. “Could… could you see us as more than friends?”

The occasional noise of dripping water was the only sound remaining in the room.

“You mean… like… more more?” Rainbow Dash said in a husky whisper, having difficulties to find her voice as he nodded with a look of determination.

Strong blue legs wrapped around him as her muzzle buried itself deeper in his neck. Rainbow Dash was visibly shaking and Hard Knock prepared himself to hear the worst after that hug. Such an act could only mean one of two things, and he didn’t allow himself to hope. More than anything, Hard Knock wanted closure, regardless of the outcome.

His ears twitched as her mouth was close enough to hear quiet mumbling.

“...visiting our parents at Hearth’s Warming Eve, living together in our own cozy home and bickering over the right curtains with hot make-up sex on the kitchen table…”

That didn’t sound like being let down to him.

“...going on double, triple, quadruple and quintuple dates with my friends when they finally get coltfriends,” she said, suddenly gasping in surprise. “I’m the first to get a coltfriend… I’M THE FIRST TO GET A COLTFRIEND! HA, IN YOUR FACE RARITY! WHO’S THE TOMCOLT NOW?”

“You thought about this a lot,” Hard Knock said, contemplating every word carefully. It didn’t matter in the end, seeing how she got angry anyway.

“And why shouldn’t I think about such things?“ she said with a tremble in her voice. ”I may not be good with the mushy stuff...” That last part had come with a bit of a huff and a poke in his chest, “...but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to have someone in my life… someone like you maybe...”

The sound of splashing water around her immediately got Rainbow’s attention. Hard Knock’s stiff limbs barely managed to pull around her, shoving Rainbow’s face clumsily into his broad chest. Potential witnesses would have gotten their round of chuckles out of their weird display of affection, but simultaneously neither of them would have cared. Especially not Rainbow Dash, since the gesture and what it meant was more important to her than the preservation of pride.

“Rainbow Dash?” Hard Knock couldn’t see it from his point of view, but assumed she was now glancing up at him. “Do you want to be my marefriend?”

She kept pressed against his broad chest and listened to the audible heartbeat. In stark contrast to Hard Knock’s calm and gentle behaviour, the quick pounding revealed his own anxiety as he waited for an answer in silent prayer and closed eyes. The rhythmic sound was soothing to her ears and let Rainbow Dash drift into a place of drowsy comfort.

Until his voice brought her back into reality. “You don’t need to answer out loud, if you don’t want to. Just nod or shake your head.”

Her calmness was gone in an instant. There he was again, playing the noble stallion by being considerate and giving her all the trumps to play.

Rainbow’s inner voice was raging and nagging relentlessly now.

“What are you doing you numbskull?! Don’t just lay there and take it! Screw dignity! Screw doubt! You... I... we are supposed to be the brave one! The Rainbow ‘Danger’ Dash! Show some backbone! You’re gonna look him straight in the eye and give him an answer! DO IT!”

“Yesssh...” she mumbled, accompanied by the sound of face hitting desk repeatedly from inside her head.

Hard Knock let himself sink against the pool edge. “That makes it official, doesn’t it?”

This time she actually nodded in his chest and let herself sink deeper into him as well, resting snugly on his soft belly as all doubtful thoughts vanished like vapor. Why couldn’t things always be that simple? He wanted her and she wanted him. Two ponies that liked each other. Nothing else mattered for the moment as far as she was concerned.

“You’re really comfy...”

Rainbow Dash found herself perfectly at ease with showing her sappy and lame side around him.

“Glad to be your cushion, Dashie.”

“Don’t push it, Hardy.”

She enjoyed it even.

Author's Note

Hello again,

It's been a while since I wrote anything for this story or for any other of my stories. I wil try to better myself and update more regularly.

I want to thank anybody who still showed interest after more than a year of hiatus with comments and pms.

Time to shake off the rust and write again.

I hope you had fun while reading and tell me what you think.

Edited with the help of Mcstuffins (who helped me without hesitation after such a long time. Thank you :pinkiehappy: )

...drunk in great company

Having somepony beside you every morning wasn’t just awesome.

For Hard Knock, it was simply the best thing imaginable.

The blur in Hard Knock’s sight slowly faded with the morning fatigue and his eyes adjusted themselves to the dimly lit room. Celestia’s sun had just risen over the horizon again, bathing the room in the familiar glow that seemed so much nicer than a few days ago.

As the usual morning procedure, a stray ray tickled his nose and made him wrinkle it to suppress a loud sneeze. He didn’t want to wake up the mare lying next to him, huddled up closely with her back pressed against his chest and both forelegs tightly wrapped around her torso. The chances of actually waking the heavy sleeper were small, he knew that much because Rainbow Dash and Hard Knock were entering day three in their official relationship with an already strange familiarity.

Like everything else, spooning had come natural to them. From day one as marefriend and coltfriend, she completely abandoned the idea of sleeping in her own bed, taking up the left side of his bed and annexing him as her personal pillow. Hard Knock gladly gave up on some space for the obvious benefits. Besides cuddling, kissing and the naughtier stuff on two occasions since the bathroom incident, Rainbow Dash fed him when they ate, took naps on his stomach to give him warmth, or simply kept him company through the elsewise lonely hours.

Nobody had showed up to visit either of them in the last two days, which wasn’t all too unusual for his sister Berry but very strange in Rainbow Dash’s case, considering how many friends she had and how often they’d visited in the beginning.

Reluctantly, he loosened the warm cocoon around Rainbow Dash and moved his chin away from the comfortable resting position on the top of her head, smelling the rainbowed mane of his marefriend and inhaling the calming scent with a tired smile. The little tomcolt was a born cuddler, almost made to be coddled by him despite her vehement denials to the point of playful fisticuffs. Their little quarrels and following moments of tender reconciliation were the reason why both of them didn’t think to hard about the lack of visitors.

They enjoyed each other’s company more than enough to compensate.

He carefully rolled on his back to stare at the ceiling, giving her more space on the bed to stretch out on. In opposite reaction and still fast asleep, Rainbow Dash made herself smaller with a little shiver from the lack of body warmth and scrunched up her face. Hard Knock felt already sufficiently warmed up and folded over his part of the blanket to tug her in more tightly. The frown vanished from her face and she drifted away again into slumber with a snore.

Little tidbits like that made Rainbow Dash so irresistibly adorable.

His happy thoughts were interrupted by the sudden click of the lock and the visible movement of the doorknob before the door opened. Not enough to let an adult pony through, but sufficing to take a good look out into the dark hallway.

The hospital staff had wisened up enough after several incidents and refrained from barging in without properly announcing themselves. Nurses like Redheart especially, after seeing how flexible Rainbow Dash could be while giving him oral stimulation. Any kind of liquid dessert during meals usually ended up on his dick or balls for added flavour. Why the nurses allowed them to continue was anyone’s guess. Hard Knock suspected them either being hopelessly romantic or perverted.

The portions of chocolate pudding got bigger either way.

Which brought him back to the slightly open door to their room. A peeping nurse wouldn’t be that obvious and when the staff wasn’t doing it for kicks, who could it be? A friend? Family? He couldn’t see anybody in the doorway and legitimately got spooked when the door closed itself quietly. Hard Knock only heard steps getting closer to the bed, the perpetrator small enough to be remain unseen from his elevated position on the mattress.

In glacial pace, something purple rose over the edge on Rainbow Dash’s side; A full tuft of mane swaying softly with a groan to reveal large eyes and a small muzzle beneath.

“Pst… Rainbow Dash? Are you awake?”

Hard Knock couldn’t believe it. The mysterious intruder was just a kid. A little child had almost given him a heart attack! He cursed his vivid imagination and listened as the little pony kept whispering in a vain attempt for Rainbow Dash’s attention.

“She’s not gonna wake up from just that kid,” he said loud enough to make the unknown filly duck back under the bed with a curse. Hard Knock had been lying in the perfect position to be obscured by Rainbow Dash and succeeded in startling the child with his unexpected presence. Moments later, he heard a gasp and two small hooves pulled up the small pony to which they belonged.

“Who are you?” the kid asked, looking warily between him and Rainbow Dash. “And why are you sleeping with her?”

From the voice and general appearance, Hard Knock assumed the little filly was female, although the stink eye she was giving him didn’t exactly scream “proper lady”. Akin to how Rainbow Dash could be, actually. In addition to the purple mane and tail, she had an orange coat with wings that identified her as pegasus, though they looked a bit small for her age.

“Hey, I asked you a question!” What she lacked in size, she compensated pretty well with volume, to Hard Knock’s great annoyance.

“This is my bed,” he deadpanned. “If anything, she’s sleeping with me.”

While logically sound and reasonable in his eyes, the child didn’t see it as valid response to her question and got angry. “You’re lying! Why would she want to sleep in another stallion’s bed?”

He could answer that honestly in one sentence; A purely physical attraction, which had turned into genuine affection once they got to know each other after lots of sexy shenanigans. Of course, a minor wasn’t the best conversational partner to unload such information on unfiltered, so he defused the truth to something very simple.

“Because she likes to cuddle and I’m her coltfriend.”

Simple wasn’t always the most agreeable or less confrontational. The filly was getting redder and redder, whether from anger or embarrassment Hard Knock did not know. The way she screamed her head off afterwards pointed to the former.

“RAINBOW DASH DOESN’T CUDDLE! SHE'S WAY TOO AWESOME FOR THAT!”

It was certainly funny, how the word cuddle drove her up the wall enough to completely ignore the coltfriend part. That showed him where her main bugbear rested, and that missing his admission of their relationship was maybe for the best at the moment. Hard Knock didn’t want the kid to have a stroke or wake up Rainbow Dash, so he tried to strike up a conversation with her.

“Then what makes a pony awesome?”

The calm way he asked took some of the wind out of her sails and she actually sat down to think about an answer. He sounded honestly curious and his willingness to just listen was something completely new to her. Most talks she had with adults ended with any form of “because I say so”, without any chance of rebuttal.

“Well, you see…” her eyes kept looking around until they fell on Rainbow Dash. “Take Rainbow for example,” she said, pointing at her and almost poking the sleeping mare in the head. “She does all that awesome flying and saves the world from evil! Stuff like that makes somepony awesome!”

The little kid had a strong argument. Feats of that magnitude would certainly make you awesome in the eyes of most on this planet. Everybody loves a hero, and Hard Knock was now seemingly the coltfriend of this kid’s heroine. It wasn’t necessary to convince him of Rainbow’s awesomeness, that was part why he loved her after all.

But it wasn’t the only reason, so he would still be a bit contrary for contradiction’s sake.

“Right now, she isn’t doing any of that,” Hard Knock wasn’t afraid of touching Rainbow Dash, and rubbed her belly to get her leg going. “At the moment, she is sleeping in my bed and snoring like a hacksaw. How awesome does that make her on your scale?”

“That’s not fair!” Her hoof swatted Hard Knock’s away and stopped the leg twitching. “Nobody is awesome all the time!”

The angry filly tried her best to ignore the disappointed whine that came out of Rainbow Dash’s mouth and Hard Knock rubbed the cracked spot on his cast. The kid had a mean left hook for her size. “So awesomeness is like a currency and Rainbow Dash has a lot of savings? How big is her account? Does she get interest on her gained amount of awesomeness?”

“You’re making fun of me!” she growled at him, flaring her tiny wings like a colibri and getting ready to deck him again.

“I’m sorry!” Hard Knock said and raised his hooves, half in mockery and half in real defense, as he finally recognized the agitated child from one of Rainbow Dash’s tales. “You’re Scootaloo, aren’t you? Dash talks a lot about you.”

She nodded. Though this time, Scootaloo was attentive enough to let his whole sentence settle in and mollify her anger in an instant. “She does?” Scootaloo asked with wide eyes and lowered her cocked hoof. “What did she say about me?”

Where should he start? Rainbow Dash had a lot say about the little firecracker that followed her around constantly. Most of it good and showing how much she liked the kid, yet also plenty of stuff that annoyed her about the clingy filly. Should he sugarcoat it and keep the bad for himself? It wasn’t really his place to say, but Scootaloo wanted an answer, and she wouldn’t let it go until he gave her one.

He choose the diplomatic approach. “In all honesty, it reminds me a lot of the way I talk about my sister.”

The effect was immediate at the word sister. Only meant to be trivial and vague, the sparkling it caused in her big eyes was almost blinding. She silently mouthed the word sister back at him, before getting all choked up and trying to hold back the welling tears of joy with a brave face.

“She really means a lot to you, doesn’t she?”

Heavy knocks on the door cut off her answer and startled them both. This time it couldn’t be anything else than somepony from the hospital staff.

Sure enough, Hard Knock and Scootaloo heard the muffled voice of Nurse Sweetheart behind the door. “Mr. Berry? Ms. Dash? Are you awake?” asked the old mare tentatively. “Or are you maybe... otherwise occupied?”

By Celestia, he hoped she wasn’t going into details with the kid around. The nurse was unrestrained enough in Hard Knock’s experience to do just that. Sweetheart may be holding the title of nicest nurse in this hospital, but also suspiciously often found an excuse to get into their room.

“They can’t find me!” Scootaloo hissed at him in fear, looking and running around the room for an escape.

She had good reason for being panicky. This early in the morning, the hospital was outside his visiting hours. Scootaloo had come without permission and feared the consequences of practically breaking into the place. A very small and petty part of him wanted to do nothing and see how this played out, making the little troublemaker squirm for her wrongdoings and big mouth.

“It’s too high…”

Then he saw the helplessness on her face while she looked out of the window and down the long drop, and every bit of potential ill will melted away like snow during Winter Wrap up.

“Get under the covers.”

Her face lit up with hope and in one giant leap, she dove across the room and in between him and Rainbow Dash on the mattress. He quickly draped the blanket over Scootaloo while she made herself as small as possible and firmly folded both wings against her sides.

Not one second too early before Nurse Sweetheart entered the room. “Good morning!” said the overly chipper mare, going to Rainbow’s bedside and watching the sleeping mare with a huge smile. “I see your little marefriend is still asleep as always.” Hard Knock saw the flimsy restraint in her eyes to pinch Rainbow’s cheeks. “The dear is just adorable when she sleeps.”

“She is, but don’t let her hear that.”

Scootaloo jerked in shock from what she was hearing, clearly showing her presence between the two patients that actually should be in the bed. Hard Knock saw the nurse open her mouth to say something and quickly shook his head with a pleading look. Nurse Sweetheart had been cool about their behaviour so far, so Hard Knock hoped for her cooperation. After barely lifting the blanket to let her see the purple tail of their bed guest, he gestured to the little lump under the sheets and then to Rainbow Dash.

It was a great load off Hard Knock’s mind when the old mare’s smile got even bigger.

Her smile only lessened when she spoke again. “I talked with the doctor this morning. Miss Dash is gonna be released today.”

“Oh...” The news hit him harder than he thought it would. He knew from day one about her minor injury and the early release, but actually hearing it happen made a big lump appear in his throat. Hard Knock said once again his thanks to whatever higher power, for giving him the bravery to take the risk and ask her for a relationship before she left. Now at least, they were a separated couple instead of separated strangers.

“That’s not gonna be problem though!” Nurse Sweetheart said quickly, seeing the sad expression on Hard Knock’s face. “The girls and I will personally make sure that she can visit whenever and how ever long she wants.”

Hard Knock blinked. “Isn’t that against several hospital rules?”

Nurse Sweetheart suddenly looked very serious. “I don’t care. None of us nurses do. Even Redheart supports you two lovebirds.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Hard Knock said slowly, instantly regretting the lackluster way of showing his gratitude to her. He was feeling a bit guilty for taking so much advantage of the good-hearted mare and her colleagues. They didn’t need to do this and had no real reason for being so nice to them.

“You’re welcome. Breakfast is served in two hours.” With those words she turned around and went to leave. Hard Knock coughed to get Nurse Sweetheart’s attention on her way out and mouthed the words “for three” at her, on which she smiled again and nodded.

The door closed a bit louder than it had to, clearly meant as a sign for the filly underneath the blankets. Despite that, nothing moved or showed any action on Scootaloo’s part to come forth from under the protective comfort of her visual cover, so he took the liberty to remove the blanket himself.

“You’re her coltfriend...” was the only thing she said after being revealed. Otherwise, Scootaloo just sat there in silence, suddenly very mystified by him and the odd state her role model was in. Some parts of what the nurse had said still rang with her and presented a puzzle she wanted to solve.

Seeing Rainbow Dash sleep wasn’t anything special in itself for Scootaloo. Ponyville and the sky above were full of places where she witnessed her taking naps on certain times, but never in such a peaceful and vulnerable state like here in this bed. The calm face she was making, framed by her mane hanging loosely over her eyes and spilling into her pillow, looked weirdly feminine and out of place for the self-proclaimed daredevil.

“You can get a closer look if you want. I don’t think she would mind.”

Scootaloo froze on the spot. Her newfound interest hadn’t been missed by Hard Knock and he urged the little pegasus to satisfy her curiosity. “Come on,” he said, playfully pushing her with his head towards the sleeping Rainbow Dash. “Don’t be shy.”

“No!” she shouted back and turned around at the last second before contact, jumping on his face and holding on for dear life. “She hates stuff like this! She’s gonna hate me!”

He feared for a second about the integrity of his neck, a fear which vanished as soon as the expected strain from heaviness didn’t come. The kid weighed almost nothing and Hard Knock could feel the individual bones of Scootaloo’s rib cage poking into his snout while she pressed herself against the bridge of his muzzle. It wasn’t noticeable under her coat with the naked eye, but the filly felt really scrawny and even underfed to some degree.

“You’re definitely getting my portion for breakfast…” he thought, laying his head down on the mattress for her to get off of him.

She did so, shakily and a bit embarrassed of her outburst. The small pegasus avoided eye contact and played with the sheets to keep her hooves occupied.

“I should go...”

From brash to awkward in mere seconds, eerily familiar to another pegasus Hard Knock got to know lately. Although, It made sense to him, that a child and her hero would start to share traits at some point. If his latest experiences with Rainbow Dash were anything to go by, more direct methods would be necessary to coax this little bundle of nerves out of her shell.

Starting with a little presentation.

“Watch this.”

Gently, he brushed the unkempt mane from Rainbow Dash’s face and leaned in to give the exposed forehead a small kiss. Rainbow Dash in turn, still sleeping deeply, smiled and responded with a nuzzle against his cheek. “Does that look like she hates it?”

“Not really...” Scootaloo answered meekly, beet red by the display of affection between the two adults.

“We all admire certain qualities and traits in ponies.” Hard Knock pulled his face away, making the sleeping mare frown and stretch her head for the missing source of comfort. “You like Rainbow Dash because she’s an amazing mare that kicks butt and doesn’t take crap from nopony. I totally get it and also absolutely love her strong side.”

“I…”

Not quite there yet. He blew hot breath on her ear to tickle it and caused a small giggle from his marefriend. “But being awesome and tough doesn’t mean she can’t be gentle and cute at times, even if the stubborn pony would never admit it to anyone.”

Something in Scootaloo’s expression changed and she took a deep breath. Hard Knock watched the little filly scoot towards the prone form of Rainbow Dash at a painfully slow pace, always glancing up at her sleeping face for any movement or twitches. After several minutes, she wasn’t even a foot closer. Progress, she lost the instant a loud snort came out of Rainbow Dash’s mouth and drove her away again.

“Her snoring is really loud,” she whispered, intimidated by the cacophony of noise.

“Lick your hoof and lightly tap her on the nose.”

She looked at him with suspicion, watching as he mimicked the process on his own hoof and pointed at Rainbow. Scootaloo eventually did as told, and after a wet bop on her muzzle, Rainbow Dash mumbled something incoherent and soon went back to steady breathing without snoring.

“It worked!” Scootaloo said in disbelief. “How did you know that works?”

“My sister had the same quirk when we were kids,” Hard Knock reminisced with a smile. “One night I couldn’t stand her snoring anymore and clocked her right in the kisser. The licking isn’t necessary to stop her from snoring by the way. It’s more a bonus to get to the next part. Enjoy yourself, and try not to freak out.”

Before Scootaloo could ask what he meant, she was grabbed by two cyan legs and pulled closer. The filly almost vanished in the cradle that the limbs, wings and head of the much larger pegasus around her provided. Hugging her tightly like a plushie, Rainbow Dash scrunched up her face and rubbed the wet spot from her nose into Scootaloo’s mane, relaxing afterwards and humming contently in her ear.

“The hug will loosen a few minutes before she actually wakes up. If you don’t want her to know, that's the time to wiggle out. I’m Hard Knock by the way. Nice to meet you Scootaloo.”

Scootaloo nodded slowly and hummed similarly like Rainbow Dash had, already dozing off and getting heavy eyes from the body heat enveloping her. A few moments later, Hard Knock glanced over his shoulder to see Scootaloo fast asleep and hugging Rainbow Dash back.

He smiled, and went to sleep as well.

The clock in Fluttershy’s kitchen struck eight in the morning and emphasized the reality of a very surreal fact to the yellow pegasus.

She had not slept in three days.

Seventy-two hours to the second and a valid source of concern, if any semblance of her usual mindset hadn’t been already eroded away by stress and fatigue. The mare was running on autopilot at this point, going through the motions of her established routine without the usual wildlife in her home. Animals under her care knew when to stay clear of their usually timid caretaker and even her pet rabbit Angel Bunny preferred staying in the forest for the duration of her monthly visitor.

And this time, it was especially bad.

Like any other mare at her age, she had those damnable months of the year when she would go through her heat cycles. It would generally start in spring for everypony and last until the late fall with designated days in each month. And although every mare had to deal with them, there were huge differences in length and intensity between mares in heat.

Rarity had told her once in confidence how her cycles could last well over ten days at times, but weren’t as intense and distracting in return. She even drew inspiration from those urges, as many of Rarity’s more risque fashion pieces were made under the influence of her heat. The first time Fluttershy had heard that, she almost wasn’t capable of hiding her jealousy.

Ten days of slight discomfort and stomach cramps in comparison to her four days of hormonal hell.

She hated it, truly and absolutely hated it, a feeling Fluttershy didn’t know she was even capable of at the time and didn’t have for anything or anyone else since, yet learned to endure her anger since early teenage years.

“Careful…” she said between deep breaths, pouring some tea from a pot with shaky hooves as its hot content splattered everywhere.

With her tray of half-full cups and soggy biscuits, Fluttershy stepped out of the kitchen and through the ankle-deep sea of paper, slowly wading towards the reason for the messy state her house was in. She put the tray on the table and tried to get the attention of her houseguest, who was reading three books at the same time and took notes. Fluttershy’s eyes kept purposefully away from all the diagrams and profiles on those scribbled papers that showed the source of Twilight Sparkle’s latest interest.

Penises. Batches of papers with hoof-drawn penises.

Books full of them too, ranging from to scientific papers to elementary school textbooks for fillies with smiling birds and bees on the cover. The value of those for a grown mare eluded Fluttershy, but then again, everything her friend had done in the last few days was beyond her understanding.

The unicorn had not been in very good state when they left the hospital. For hours, Twilight wasn’t responsive to anything, sitting shell-shocked on Fluttershy’s couch and covering the glistening spot on her cheek with a hoof. Fluttershy understood that part. Rainbow’s bed neighbour had surprised them all with the sudden slap of meat against her face.

The fact that he got angry wasn’t though, just the intensity of his outburst. Who would want his genitals under scrutiny from a total stranger?

After the initial shock of getting hit by a reproductive organ, many reactions would’ve been totally justifiable. Anger was one of the most likeliest candidates, followed closely by feelings of embarrassment or even disgust. The “I have to study this” route was none of those likely reactions, heck, Fluttershy wouldn’t even put it under possible for normal ponies.

Well, Twilight wasn’t normal, and those exact words had been her first and only verbal cues after several hours of silence and before she left Fluttershy’s cottage in a hurry.

Right on time for Fluttershy, because not much later hit the first wave of cold sweats and horniness which usually announced the start of her heat cycle. Unfortunately, Twilight didn’t stay gone and returned shortly after with mountains of material from various sources. Fluttershy almost felt stupid for expecting anything different. She should be used to it by now. Twilight Sparkle reacted to this problem like she did to almost every problem: Applying the scientific method thoroughly to the point of obsession.

“Thank you so much again for letting me study in your house, Fluttershy,” Twilight said, drawing an especially large specimen of male genitalia from a medical book. “I wouldn’t want to let Spike see any of this.”

“You’re welcome, Twilight. Some tea?” Behind the thin mask of a smile, Fluttershy was biting back the urge to grab her guest by the barrel and throw her out with a vile comment.

Controlling herself became harder and harder, most of all due to lack of possibilities for relief during Twilight’s stay and being constantly surrounded by dicks wasn’t the best situation to stifle your flaming loins.

Conventional medicine and remedies against the heat did nothing for her, even when she ate them by the hoofful like candy. The only thing that would’ve helped, was the old fashioned way of scratching the insatiable itch until it went away. She had contemplated locking herself up in the bedroom to risk it many times, but stopped every time so far with the faintest shred of remaining self-control.

Good thing too, because Fluttershy tended to get very loud. Even Twilight wouldn’t ignore her when she would use anything dick shaped in reach while screaming like a randy banshee.

Her cluelessness to Fluttershy's plight didn’t help either. “I thought I knew everything there is to know about pony physiology and procreation, yet the more I dig beyond the superficial facts the more baffled I get from the complexity of the subject matter.” Frantic hooves shuffled through the pile of papers until they found what they searched for. ”See this publication on sexual behaviour here? The theories and experiments presented are fascinating and bold on a psychological level, but more than half of them don’t make any sense on a biological standpoint!”

“Twilight, that’s a magazine for stallions... “

“It’s inaccurate, that's what it is!” Twilight browsed through the magazine to a certain page and shoved it in Fluttershy’s face, “Look here for example, the well-hung stallion on this page is pulling out on climax and shoots his semen all over that mare’s belly and face, making the whole act of coitus completely pointless and destroying any chance of impregnation.”

Twilight was right, the stallion was very well endowed and had his huge erection resting on the mare’s muzzle. She looked like she was enjoying herself too, with a very lewd expression on her cumstained face. For a moment, Fluttershy closed her eyes and let imagination run wild, allowing it to rebuild this scene with her as replacement:

It began with the most important part; The large stallionhood resting on her face. Size did matter for Fluttershy and the weight of his rod changed accordingly by adding a few ounces and inches of thickness. A dark skin tone was a must, sprinkled with some lighter freckles or even a birthmark for cuteness. She didn’t have any preferences for the tip besides size, so the usual flat top appeared in matching proportions to the piece of work her mind created.

On the edge of her consciousness, she heard Twilight ramble on in faint whisper. “Or this one, sticking his phallus in the wrong body orifice and the mare doesn’t show any objections to it!”

The stallion attached to her dream cock stayed vaguely pony shaped without finer details like a mannequin in a shop window. Some characteristics would flicker in and out from the body frame like growing horns or wings in combination with certain colors. As the narrating voice of Twilight droned on, it drew the mental picture and filled in more blanks. Strong legs picked Fluttershy up and layed her down on a bed, turning her over with both ass and tail lifted. Something large and pointy brushed her ass, prodding for access to Fluttershy’s rear entrance.

“And this one has sex with two mares at a time. Why would he want that?”

The warmth of another warm body radiated from below her when the sheets filled out with a second pony mannequin, this time more slender and gracile to indicate it as female. Once completed, Fluttershy was lying on top of the puppet, face to face, belly to belly and crotch to crotch.

“It’s a bit sterile and lifeless,” Fluttershy thought sadly, looking at the featureless heads of her puppet companions.

All of a sudden, that nebulous body below her took shape and morphed into a mare with pristine white coat and dark blue hair on her head and tail. The mare extended a hoof and caressed the left cheek of Fluttershy during the the last bit of the facial transformation.

“Oh, this daydream simply won't do, darling. I would never be the bottom on a threesome. All that thrusting into the pillow is terrible for my hair.”

Dream Rarity was right. Fluttershy knew that the real Rarity would never do it like that. It was too late to change positions though, because the body of her fashionista friend changed again, gaining more curves and turning orange right before Fluttershy’s eyes.

“Goshdarnit, would you stop your bellyaching, Rarity? Regardless of your prissy mane, how could you pass up a good roll in the hay? Fluttershy, tell this fella to start plowing already!”

The stallion behind them huffed once in agreement and positioned himself behind them, tracing the tip of his cock up and down on their parallel love tunnels. No, Applejack wasn’t right either. The farm pony was way too ungentle and rough for her taste. Fluttershy saw the dream version of Applejack pout and vanish again into somepony that caused her eyes to light up.

“Me? Are you serious? Why?” said the mare which Fluttershy envisioned next.

“Because you have even less experience with sex than me, Rainbow Dash,” Fluttershy said and smiled at the mental copy of her brash friend. “You won’t judge and stand by me no matter what. You always did.”

The prismatic mare under her humphed loudly and put Fluttershy in a leg lock, having her hindlegs cross above Fluttershy’s rump with a hoof on each buttcheck. Blue lips met yellow, as the two friends kept kissing in a gently and feathery way.

The devilish smirk afterwards made Fluttershy shiver. “Then maybe we can get some experience together?” the Rainbow Dash of her dreams said, tightening the leg lock around her and mushing their folds against each other to stop the huge erection between them from getting further. “Hey, don’t get too overzealous! You start with my friend here!”

The stallion stopped the grinding against both of them and slipped his cock out of the mare sandwich to put it solely on Fluttershy’s entrance. With a last kiss from her friend, the stallion pushed into her and Fluttershy jerked out of the vivid daydream from a loudly closed book.

“You can’t be serious…”

“I know right?!” Twilight replied and threw the book on a pile, completely unaware what she just interrupted. “I’m stuck with this inconclusive and biased material! I need more data from independent sources!”

Fluttershy stared blankly ahead. She had no idea what Twilight had talked about during her absentmindedness.

“What happened to your sample?” Fluttershy asked to reconnect with the conversation, drinking a tiny sip of her cup and trying to ignore the large patch on Twilight’s cheek where her coat was shaved off. Every somewhat normal pony would have washed out a hoof-sized cum stain in their face without a second thought.

It takes a pony of Twilight’s mental qualities to conserve said cum stain for further study by taking a razor to your own coat. “I got some information from it, but the late extraction and mixup with my hair tainted the results. It’s in the jar over there, although most of it is dry and unusable now.”

Fluttershy almost dry heaved into the cup she was holding. Her imagination made no difference between pleasant and vile images at this point. With severe mental difficulties, she forced the nausea and bile down in one huge gulp of scalding hot tea down her throat.

Breathing through the burn, she spoke without thinking. “A pity you don’t have another one.”

Twilight stopped writing.

“Oh no…” Fluttershy thought, terrified to the bone of the ensuing silence. “What have I done!?”

“Another sample would help my research immensely,” Twilight said, deeply embraced in her own train of thought. New papers began to fill up with letters and numbers under the floating pen in her magic. The jar came floating too, past a ducking Fluttershy and a waiting Twilight that read the label while writing. “And for consistency sake, I would need to stick with the same source.”

“You don’t mean…”

Twilight’s face brightened in the same rate as Fluttershy’s fell. “The stallion who gave me the first sample in the hospital.”

“He gave you nothing. He hit you in the face with his penis.” Her voice was monotone and calm, but on the inside, Fluttershy was falling apart from desperation.

“It’s so blindingly obvious!” Twilight smacked her hoof against the forehead with a loopy sounding chuckle. “Why didn’t I think of that? You’re brilliant, Fluttershy!”

Well founded desperation. Twilight wouldn’t listen to anything anymore.

“No I’m not… Where are you going?” she asked, barely catching the last bit of her lavender tail before Twilight was already out through the wide open door.

Until her head poked in again. “You’re a size six, right?”

“No, I…”

“Seven?”

Fluttershy laid down on the couch with both hooves pressed against her face in defeat. What was the point in arguing? What was the point in postponing the inevitable? Things were already set in motion, and as usual, without her approval or input. That was Fluttershy’s lot in life.

“Five. I’m a size five.”

On the bright side, maybe this would finally get Twilight out of the house and allow Fluttershy the usage of cucumbers for something different than salad and sandwiches.

Author's Note

Not much to say here. Enjoy and tell me what you think.

Edited by Mcstuffins

...and it is fabulous!

The day had been an interesting experience thus far for Rainbow Dash. She woke up this morning in Hard Knock’s bed, expecting him to be still asleep and ready for more sexy shenanigans. What she’d gotten was her number one fan and him conversing animatedly with cheeks filled to the brim with buttered toast.

Both had been eager for her to join their little breakfast and none of them addressed the big elephant in the room while the burning questions kept stacking inside Rainbow’s mind like the haybacon on her plate. How long had they been talking? Did Hard Knock tell Scootaloo about their relationship? How much did he tell her? Was she okay with it? And why did she care so much about Scootaloo’s approval in the first place?

The only good thing during the whole affair was the apparent liking that Hard Knock and Scootaloo had gained for each other. She knew from her experience that old friends and new friends didn’t always mesh perfectly. For that reason alone, Rainbow Dash was glad that two of her most important ponies got along so well, although the speed in which it happened made it a bit suspicious.

Something was definitely up.

Even more suspicious than Scootaloo’s openness to Hard Knock was the way she talked and acted towards her since this morning. The filly usually worshipped the ground Rainbow Dash was walking on and nothing of the sort had happened during their breakfast.

No tricks and maneuvers to impress her, no requests for stories or demonstrations of Rainbow’s awesomeness and no ramblings from being nervous.

The new dynamic between them also differed radically from the “Mare Do Well” incident, when the filly had completely lost interest in Rainbow Dash for a short while in favor of the new caped hero in town. Where that had just hurt Rainbow’s ego, now she was more intrigued for the reason than anything else.

She had a pretty good hunch what that reason could be.

Fast forward to her release from the hospital and short-lived farewell from her coltfriend, which had been much less stirring than expected due to the nurses’ permission to visit whenever and how long she wanted. Someday and somehow, Rainbow would find a way to repay the kindness and immense patience of the saintlike hospital staff. For now, she still had plenty of sick days left before her work started again and would put each of them to good use.

Wonderful and sexy good uses.

A thought which brought her to ask Scootaloo for a favor on their way into town. “Would you mind looking after Tank a bit longer?”

The little filly turned around from a nearby shop window to look at Rainbow Dash with a big smile. “Of course not!“ Scootaloo said, happy to help her friend in need. ”The little guy is really funny and loves the little house I made for him.”

“You built my pet a whole house?” Rainbow asked incredulously.

Scootaloo’s smile lessened and made way for a small pout. “Well actually, Apple Bloom did most of the building after the spoilsport took away my hammer and blowtorch.”

The thought of having Scootaloo in reach of anything more destructive than a butter knife made Rainbow Dash shiver. The next time at her favourite nap tree, she would have a word with Applejack about the safety measures on her farm to keep the kid away from potential tools of mass destruction.

“An overreaction if you ask me, because Sweetie Belle didn’t even lose that much of her mane and she’s using way too much hairspray to be around open flames as constantly as we are.”

She treasured the little troublemaker too much to keep doing nothing.

“Tank is in good hooves with me. Go have fun spending time with your coltfriend.”

And just like that, Rainbow Dash the responsible adult poofed out of existence and morphed into Rainbow Dash the statue, frozen mid step in the middle of the road from shock.

“I will...” Rainbow said more scratchy than intended. “Thanks Scoots. I appreciate what you do for me.”

Ponies would have to know sooner or later, so might as well start with ponies closest to her. Scootaloo did a salute and was about to gallop away in search for another way to entertain herself, but stopped after a few steps and stood completely still.

“Did you forget something?” Rainbow Dash asked, watching the filly gaze at the ground.

After a deep breath, Scootaloo closed the distance between them again and looked up at the confused mare she considered family in all but blood. When motioned to lower her head down to her, Rainbow Dash did so without questioning the reason behind it.

”I love you.”

Rainbow Dash barely processed those three words entering her ear before something small and warm nuzzled her cheek and neck. The response to that feeling came like in trance, rubbing back in instinctive motion until both of them were satisfied.

“Love you too, Scoots.”

Hard Knock definitely had some questions to answer later.

She always felt Scootaloo and her had a non-verbal understanding of what they are to each other. Rainbow Dash cherished the little filly like family, even when she didn’t always show it in the most genuine way. Like herself, Scootaloo never was too emotional, and never acted mushy around ponies. Rainbow thought of her as a fellow battle sister against the rosy girlyness around them.

Only recently, and thanks to her new coltfriend, she had seen how wonderful being loved as a mare could be, although many things still disturbed and confused her greatly. Her concept of a marefriend as the lovestruck damsel and proper lady didn’t mix at all with the actual happenings in her current life.

Scootaloo understood and accepted that new side of her, but also seemed more comfortable in expressing emotion than Rainbow Dash thought.

Their farewell and her solo walk through town afterwards was a bit of a blur. The slow way of travel gave her more than enough time to think. Deep in those thoughts, Rainbow Dash didn’t notice where her hooves and subconscious had brought her until she almost ran into a very familiar door with a very familiar shop sign.

Carousel Boutique.

“No time like the present…” The little chime on the entrance rang through the empty store, making Rainbow Dash dread the possible need to actually call for the store owner. To Rainbow’s great relief, the curtain to a side room opened and revealed her fashionista friend with several utensils in her magic grasp.

“Rainbow Dash, what a surprise!” Only Rarity could make running across the room to hug someone look graceful. “You look great! Are you healed already?”

Did she look different? A glance in a nearby mirror showed nothing of note as face, hair and wings looked as messy, unkempt and ruffled as always.

Further down the line she saw her flank and frowned. The thing still looked way too big and her cutie mark seemed stretched out, but she had no real experience with being self-conscious about her body to estimate how exaggerated those feelings were in comparison to reality.

And why those feelings were there in the first place. “Yeah, just got released this morning,”

“And the first thing you do is visit me? I’m touched,” Rarity said with a smile. “Through the door no less, instead of the usual crash through the window...” Rainbow Dash could see the genuine joy melt from Rarity’s face as she deadpanned with a much more frosty tone. “What do you want?”

“Huh?”

“No offense, but you’re only this thoughtful when you want something.”

Rainbow really hated that phrase. Why shouldn’t she be offended by being called egoistic and underhoofed? Ponies thought they could say the vilest and most offensive stuff, if they say in advance that they don’t mean to. The only reason she didn’t get angry at Rarity came from the fact that she deserved this doubt in retrospect of her past behaviour.

When was actually the last time she came just to visit as a friend? Had she ever? Most of the time they spent together was when everyone else was present too.

Never just the two of them.

Rainbow vowed to change something about that. “You’re right. I need your help with something.”

She might as well start from here.

“I figured as much,” Rarity sighed overtly and relaxed her annoyed expression to a more friendly one. “You know I can’t make you an actual Wonderbolt uniform. It would cause a lot of trouble for both of us if ponies confused you for a real wonderbolt.”

Rainbow Dash winced at the word real, which Rarity caught and replied to with sympathy. “I’m gonna be honored to make you the real deal when you become a Wonderbolt, but I can make you a similar flight suit for training.”

Rarity got a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and started to snip and cut away at materials without waiting for a reply. More fabric from every corner flew onto her table as she already took measurements with tape coiling around her new customer like snakes.

“Let’s see…Maybe in red?” From an opening drawer came a little piece of paper with Rainbow’s name on it, followed by several numbers and notes. “Nothing majorly different except…” After a glance at her client’s blue butt, she crossed out a number and wrote a slightly bigger one.

Rainbow Dash ignored the implication and sat down to get her rump out of the unwanted spotlight. “I would like watching you work for a bit, if it doesn’t bother you.”

That earned Rainbow Dash a raised eyebrow. The request for watching something as mundane as tailoring was unusual for a restless mare like her, but Rarity brushed it off as her being impatient for its completion. “Of course it doesn’t, darling. Stay as long as you want, but this will take a while.”

Seldomly, Rainbow Dash had been more happy to have to wait. The more time the better at this point. After getting permission, she grabbed a cushion and watched from across the room while biting her underlip. The real reason for her stay was much less simple than impatience for a flight suit.

Although she wouldn’t say no to one.

From the blank stare you could see how far gone Rarity already was in the creative process. Rainbow know from her own experience how passion could drive you to heights so great that anything else on your mind gets muted and starts to drift into the background.

A perfect opportunity to feel out her approach for a conversation.

“I met somepony.”

“That’s nice, dear. It’s good to make new friends.” Rarity replied while guiding the needle of the sewing machine with her hooves over the red fabric

She hadn’t looked at Rainbow during her reply but Rarity had been listening. So far so good for talking about the new pony in her life. The conversation fell flat immediately afterwards, the hum of the sewing machine as the only source of sound remaining in the room while Rainbow Dash thought how to reveal the next piece of her story. Even in a favourable situation, it felt like defusing a bomb through figuring out the right words from the hundreds of possible and potentially catastrophic approaches.

“It’s a stallion and I really like him.”

The rhythmic movement of the sewing hooves became a bit more erratic. Her work usually suffered when things bothered her, although Rarity figured it couldn’t be Rainbow Dash. There was nothing in that statement to get worked up about. Despite that knowledge, Rarity’s subconscious began to stir like molasses, analyzing every word of the sentence while her brain simply wouldn’t allow to connect the dots.

Rainbow Dash plus the usual meaning of those words simply didn’t compute.

“You like him as a training partner or work colleague? Maybe a new neighbour?”

“Rarity, I have a coltfriend,” Rainbow Dash said, looking Rarity deep in the eyes to remove any doubts behind the meaning.

Nothing happened at first. No screaming, no crying or laughing, no dramatic bit about love and destiny, and no facial acknowledgement that she had even heard her besides the thousand yard stare directly into Rainbow’s soul. Rarity kept working through their impromptu staring contest, until her movements began to slow down under a sudden spray of red and the creaking stutter of the sewing machine.

“Your hoof!” Rainbow Dash screeched.

The seamstress barely took notice of the sewing machine jamming into her left foreleg and pushed a button to stop the ongoing puncturing of her white coat with no urgency or worry. Floating scissors cut the thread from the needle and allowed a good look at the bloody piece of cloth on her limb.

“Hmm…” Rarity ripped it off her leg with less flinching than Rainbow Dash did from just looking. “Excuse me for a second darling, I seem to have made quite a mess.”

Rainbow watched her limp out of the room and go upstairs, locking every other door and window in the process with a blue glow of magic. The metallic clatter of the store sign as it changed from “open” to “closed” was merely the icing on the cake, which showcased the dead end Rainbow Dash had willingly maneuvered herself in.

It didn’t take long for Rarity to come back. Most of the time had been spent on her new leg wear. Rainbow Dash didn’t know where you would even get rose-patterned bandages, but their existence made it abundantly clear that even first aid had to be fashionable in Rarity’s household.

More concerning than that though, was the bottle of wine she brought with her. Wordlessly she poured herself a half full glass and let it float between them, staring at Rainbow Dash through the red liquid.

“Are you ok?” Rainbow asked, “That looked like it really hurt.”

Rarity took a small sip from her glass. “Accidentally pricking yourself with a needle is part of the job, Rainbow. Considering my workload, It’s statistically guaranteed to happen at some point.”

The curt and frosty reply made Rainbow shiver. “So… What now?”

“Now,” Rarity downed the content of her glass and poured another one, “I give you one last chance to admit this was a tasteless joke to rile me up. Then we both laugh and move on.”

She still didn’t think Rainbow Dash was serious.

Rarity thought this was all a joke.

In her opinion, there was no other explanation than that.

“Yeah, a joke… of course...” That revelation hurt Rainbow like a punch to the gut. “What else could it be, right? I never should’ve come here just to waste your time!”

Rarity saw actual tears welling in Rainbow’s eyes and spoke barely above a whisper. “By Celestia... you’re serious.”

Even for a pegasus as fast as her, Rainbow Dash was on her hooves in the blink of an eye. There was nothing left to do here. She had done the important part of her visit by telling Rarity, but the inevitable reaction and disbelief was too much to bear. Scootaloo had obviously been the rare and pleasant exception.

Would every pony react the same way? Flabbergasted and dumbfounded at the prospect of her having a love life?

Rarity was luckily quick enough to stop Rainbow from leaving, reaching out and grabbing tight on a foreleg. Rainbow Dash jerked once to make her let go and saw her friend wince in pain.

She was holding her with the bandaged leg, softly speaking three words. “Who is he?”

“His name is Hard Knock,” she answered, seeing that Rarity would listen and sat down with her again. “You’ve met him at the hospital. He was the pony in the next bed.”

Vague images flashed before Rarity’s inner eye as she remembered. “Tell me about him. I want to know everything!”

The mulberry earthpony hadn’t made much of an impression to her due to his bandages and casts. The opposite rang true for Rainbow Dash as she started to talk in lengthy detail about the new stallion in her life from major things like his job and family, to little quirks and secondary characteristics.

“...He does that small wiggle with his muzzle when he thinks that nopony is looking and it makes him so embarrassed if you catch it...”

Her excitement about such minor stuff of a pony was cute to behold, but somewhere around the description of a scar on his ear even she felt her curiosity quenched and droned Rainbow’s rambling out to think more about their deeper implication.

Rainbow Dash sounded positively smitten.

“...He also showed me how to pop the cap off a bottle with my tongue.”

In a unique no nonsense kind of way.

“Rainbow...” Rarity said gently and put to a hoof on Rainbow’s to get her attention. “If you had doubts about coming here and telling me, why did you do it anyway?”

“Like I said, I need your help,” Rainbow Dash admitted sheepishly. “Being a marefriend is new to me and I’m clueless about a lot of things.” Rarity’s heart skipped a beat when Rainbow took a good look at some of her mannequins. “The way things are going, I actually need some advice in the clothes department.”

“Making yourself look good for a first date?” Rarity asked hopefully.

“I think we skipped that part when I sucked his cock.”

“Pardon?” During the onslaught of information, Rainbow Dash had either forgot to tell this little detail or Rarity completely missed the casual sex part. The former seemed more plausible, because she didn’t believe that the phrase “sucking cock” would have gone through her gossip filter.

“The sex afterwards was even better, although it hurt like hell during my first time.”

Rarity took a shaky sip of wine.

“By the way, is the craving for stallion juice a typical mare thing, or am I weird for really liking his taste?”

The glass got downed in one go and refilled to the brim.

“Are seven inches too much? I have nothing to compare it to, but I always feel pretty full when he’s inside me. What do you think?”

Rarity thought about the fact that Rainbow Dash had a sex life.

“How tight are you down there? I’m stretching something fierce every time.”

Then took a another swig after realizing that she herself did not.

“Do you have experience with butt stuff? I’m not sure if I would like it, but I’m open to try it with him.”

Not even a little.

“So let me summarize the situation,” Rarity put the glass and the half empty bottle away. She didn’t want to get completely wasted in her first maretalk with Rainbow. “In three days since we visited, you gave oral service to a stallion you just met, let him take your virginity after we were barely out the building, fooled around a bunch more before actually getting in a relationship with him and only then decided to do couples stuff like hugging and cuddling?”

“Don’t say the c-word so nonchalantly!”

Rarity’s eyes bulged in disbelief when she saw the rosy tint of embarrassment on Rainbow’s face. “Are you serious? That’s what bothers you? Cuddling? Not the part where I said you let yourself be deflowered by a total stranger?”

“What of it? It was awesome!” Her eyes turned to slits as she got right in Rarity’s face. “Are you jealous, because you’re still alone?”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Rainbow Dash was back to being really uncomfortable under the oppressive mood in the room. The scene of her triumphant unveiling had been completely different in her head than it played out in person. She imagined making Rarity scream and tirade funnily, not causing her sadness and grief after a hollow victory from getting ridiculously lucky.

The defeat in Rarity’s voice drove that point home. “It’s alright. I am a little bit jealous. This boutique can be lonely at times.”

Her own blessing had come unexpected and Rainbow Dash didn’t knew she was missing something in her life until she got it. Rarity, on the other hoof, was the hopeless romantic in search for Mr. Right for as long as Rainbow could think of.

With less than stellar results thus far for the poor mare.

“You’ll find your special somepony, Rares,” Rainbow reached out for Rarity’s good hoof and gave it a squeeze. “If a mess like me can do it, there should be no problem for the true lady in our group.”

Rarity wiped a tear away with her bandaged hoof and smiled. “Enough about grumpy old… young me. After such news, today should be all about you. How exactly can I help a good friend?”

Rainbow nodded, fully welcoming the change in topic. “I got an idea for my first sick visit, but don’t laugh if it's stupid...”

“Come on you tease, don’t keep me in suspense!”

“Promise me not to laugh!”

“Rainbow!”

“I need a sexy outfit!”

Another moment of silence followed, then Rarity understood Rainbow’s intentions and went from down in the dumps to gleefully excited in an instant. Making ponies look good was her passion and making them look alluring expanded on that in the most interesting ways. Combine that with a mare as unique as Rainbow Dash for a client, a chance beyond any realistic probability, and you have a designer's wet dream come true.

“I see…” she said, her mind already racing with ideas and concepts. “Can you tell me a bit about him?” Her eyes widened and she decided to clarify in favour of stopping another tirade about the muzzle wrinkles of Rainbow’s coltfriend. “Has he certain preferences? An unusual kink? What does he like about your body?”

The fashionista was a mare on a mission. How could she contribute to make this the steamiest and most orgasmic night of their young lives?

For that to happen Rarity needed more juicy input. “He loves my long legs,” Rainbow leaned back and stretched one hindleg in the air to take a good look at it. “Every time we had sex or…”

“Cuddled?”

“Yes that,” Rainbow blushed and pouted under Rarity’s knowing grin. “Hard Knock kept going back to them and especially on my hooves.” Rainbow shivered while rubbing the soles of her forelegs together. “He does that thing with his tongue to get me really horny before licking all over my dripping…”

Weird didn’t even begin to describe how Rarity felt hearing words like that from her friend’s mouth. Rainbow Dash sounded as brash and tomboyish as always, but the topics were so beyond anything thought possible. She was a stallion’s wildest dream; The best buddy you play sports with and have juvenile fun, until you enter the bedroom together and notice how smoking hot she was.

“...his wing treatment is also incredible when he nibbles on every inch...”

Her occasional cute moments and open-minded ways to approach sexual things without shame sweetened the deal only further.

“Legs huh?” Rarity took hold of Rainbow’s outstretched hindleg and pulled it on her lap for further inspection, brushing along the slender appendage to smoothen out her blue coat. “What do you think about lingerie and a set of stockings?”

Rainbow leaned further back and let it happen, enjoying the soft strokes along her tense muscles. “I don’t know. Am I even the type for something like that?”

Rarity stopped her brushing. “What do you mean? What type would that be?”

“You know… the pretty type…” she said in passing and winced from the force of which her hindleg hit the ground from Rarity’s lap.

“Wait here and don’t go anywhere,” Rarity ordered in a scolding tone. The stakes had been raised significantly for the fashionista. After hearing Rainbow’s doubts on her beauty, she didn’t want to help anymore.

She needed to.

And the thing to do just that already existed safely tucked away in her closet.

The large, white box she came back with was old, visible wearout and yellowing all over. Those marks of age didn’t come from carelessness though. Not a single speck of dust blemished the box, showing the constant opening and closing which had prevented even the smallest lint to settle on it. Rarity undoubtedly treasured the content of this box very much and the thought made Rainbow Dash excited for the clothes within.

The reveal itself was a sobering experience. “Socks?”

Four white silk stockings sat atop of a sheet of paper, arranged in pairs for fore- and hindlegs. Not much detailing was visible, except of a ruffled rim atop the forelegs pair. Rarity picked one and slowly brushed the fabric across her cheek before handing it over to Rainbow Dash to do the same.

On contact, her face felt suddenly like being dipped in warm chocolate, melting dreamily into the heavenly material while Rarity monologued Rainbow through the sensual experience. “I made this from the finest saddle arabian silk with a thread count rumoured to be higher than Princess Celestia’s age.”

The creation of this work of art had almost broken her bank account on material cost alone. The first showpiece of note from an up and coming businessmare, barely out of her parents home and hungry for real success. For months afterwards, she sustained herself only on the cheaply priced apples from Sweet Apple Acres and the payoff had been worth every second of that struggle. Besides the loss of a few unwanted pounds, the completion of these stockings had banished any lingering doubts about her profession once and for all.

With no weight behind her name beyond a few stage costumes and repair works on old clothes, this hoofwear symbolized her first step in the adult world as a clothes designer. Many more well-paying and much more intricate works had followed since then, but these four pieces of clothing will always have a special place in her heart.

Now she needed to convince Rainbow Dash of their worth, which could prove to be difficult from her doubtful expression. “They feel fine I guess, but aren’t simple white socks a bit dull to look at? Why not something more exciting?”

Another knowing smirk grew on Rarity’s face. “Let me take a wild guess here… You’re thinking of something like fishnet stockings and skintight black latex?”

Rainbow Dash nodded eagerly. “With a pair of cool sunglasses. That would be badass!”

“You’re not going for cool and black isn’t really your color, darling.” The gentle white hoof on her cheek caught Rainbow completely off guard. ”Less is often more in the great scheme of things. Especially, if so much is already there.”

Never in million years, Rarity could have imagined to have Rainbow Dash intently absorb every word from her mouth in a discussion about sex appeal. Giving the once believed tomcolt a lesson in fashion, was somewhere on her bucket list between marrying her dream prince and finding a fat-free ice cream that tasted halfway decent.

She could check that box after today. “Clothes either present or get presented. Ideally, you want to show off yourself and not the outfit.”

“How can simple socks do that?,” Rainbow Dash asked with a frown.

“Put them on and you will see.”

Rainbow Dash shrugged and started to get clothed with the pair for the forelegs. As usual, delicateness and patience eluded her, making her yank and stretch forcefully at the fabric to get it on quick. Luckily the materials were worth their salt, even under the danger of being ripped apart by pulling teeth. Rarity winced from the rough treatment of her products, but didn’t say anything until she went for the hindleg pair.

“Let me do it on the back. Stand up and lift your left hindleg,” she said, deciding to teach Rainbow the right approach of handling fine clothes through leading by example. “You can’t pull too hard. You have to take it slow with those materials.”

The warmth of Rarity’s cheek rode up the slender leg as her mouth dragged the fabric with it, giving Rainbow goosebumps from the shallow breathing against the blue hairs of her coat. The first stocking went up this way till right under her cutie mark, snugged on skintight around her thigh and staying there without any need for Rarity to hold it in place.

She held it anyhow for several heartbeating moments to confirm something. While this close to her coat, Rarity had smelled the fragrance of soap and the usual hint of rain associated with pegasi, but there was also something else. A faint mix of earth and fermentation hit her nostrils that couldn’t come from anything else other than the stallion she was doing this for.

They had to have been really close in the last few days to actually gain each other’s scent.

“Can you feel how the silk is almost flowing up like a river?” Her nose poked a bit in Rainbow’s thighs during adjustments.“Your coltfriend is right, you know? You have amazing legs and hooves!”

The seamstress had never noticed it before beyond the pure numbers of her measurements, but the shape and slenderness was picture perfect. She really couldn’t see a single flaw on those limbs. All she saw were wonderful creamy thighs under a healthy coat and immaculate rims on each hoof that protected her beautifully delicate soles. As cherry on top, Rainbow was toned in all the right places from training and showed how fit and healthy she was without being too masculine on her petite frame.

Although Rainbow Dash would likely prefer she used the term aerodynamic.

“Now I get what you mean!” Rainbow Dash said, enjoying the softness when she brushed her cheek with a clothed hoof. Wearing the stockings was on a whole nother level from just touching them. “Hoofjobs are gonna be amazing with these and the white color hides the cum stains!”

An eye twitch was the only sign of disapproval Rarity allowed herself while Rainbow admired her hoofwear in an all new light. Getting riled up about Rainbow’s lack of couthness would be meaningless. All the new revelations aside, her friend was still the ruffian she knew and loved.

“Are these machine washable?”

Finding a few sweeter layers towards that rough core and adding a colorful glasure wouldn’t change the nature of this particular hard candy of a mare, but she would convince Rainbow of this sexy candy wrapper to make that stallion eat her up like crazy.

“Let's put on the matching panties.”

In the same box under a layer of wax paper laid the next piece of intricate ruffle and lace lingerie like expensive jewelry on a satin pillow. Interconnected triangles of white fabric, the amount of possible concealment carefully considered by the science of seduction, and another of her finest early works without a particular client in mind by the time of its creation.

How well the ensemble would fit Rainbow Dash made it almost seem like her destiny to wear it.

Although, Rainbow Dash didn’t seem to think so. “What are the point of those? They hide the goods he wants!”

Rarity mustered the design with reverence as she answered. “Think of it as unwrapping you like a present for added tension.”

She sauntered behind Rainbow and gently put each hindleg through a hole on the lace-panty. “Yes, an uncouth stallion can see your privates easily in public.” Rarity began to pull up the panty bit by bit with her teeth, alternating between the right and left side in a deliberate slow pace. “The point is to make them aware that you know. He’s gonna see all of you when you allow it, and only then. Removing this with his teeth alone will most likely drive him crazy from desire before he indulges in your body like a delicious fruit.”

”Sounds good...” Rainbow said with wide eyes, suppressing a shiver as a another stray breath hit dangerously close to her nethers.

Rarity stopped right after the silky material went over Rainbow’s buttcheeks and just inches before snugly nestling over her most private area. “The way these panties are designed, I have to lift your tail to put them on properly. Are you alright with me touching you in such a way?”

Rainbow Dash didn’t know how to answer that. They both were mares, good friends and not romantically or physically attracted to each other.

“Just do it…”

Nonetheless or just because of that she felt a bit nervous.

Rarity had no such qualms. In her line of work, you learn to stop being squeamish about touching your customers. Her gentle blue glow enveloped the base of the rainbowed tail and caused a small gasp from the prickly pressure around the fleshy part, lifting it slowly while the bushy mess got threaded through the window in the fabric. Soft white hooves kept pulling and straightening on her backside until everything fitted perfectly and tightly at all the right places.

“Hmm…”

Then suddenly, the hooves began to rotate.

“Oh...”

And squeeze.

“Uh…”

And push.

“Rarity… what the...” Rainbow protested weakly, unable to gain her friends attention while she kneaded the ample buns under her hooves due to a startling revelation:

Rainbow Dash had the perfect ass.

“Stop… it…”

Simply perfect.

Where her legs had been impressive, Rainbow’s butt was simply without peer in firmness, shape and every possible criteria she could think of. The extra weight her posterior had gained in the hospital represented the last piece in putting it way above any other customer before her; Models, nobles and celebrities of any profession included. Hundreds of hours of aerobic and starvation diets had been necessary for Rarity to come even close to that level of perfection.

Close, but sadly not equal.

She wouldn’t waste the opportunity to form this into a masterpiece. “Something is still missing.” Rarity gave the left cheek a hearty slap and actually saw the thing vibrate. “Maybe just a teensy bit more clothing to bring it all together.”

“Are we ignoring that you just fondled my ass?” Rainbow said sourly, rubbing the sore spot with a pout as Rarity went wordlessly to one of her wardrobes in the shop and levitated a key from on top into the keyhole to unlock it.

“I made this one for you.”

Before Rainbow Dash could ask, a piece of cloth had already landed on her lap from the open closet. “I patched these up for an occasion that sadly hasn’t happened so far; A slumber party with all six of us.”

Rainbow had heard all about the one and only time Rarity was part of a slumber party and it hadn’t sounded like as fun as she tried to make it appear now.

“Don’t look so surprised. Starting problems aside, the get-together with Twilight and Applejack has been delightful, so I decided to make some evening gowns for all of us.”

Rainbow looked at the remaining outfits in the closet, getting stuck on a skimpy black thong and corset who dangled from a yellow coat hanger with three butterflies. “Why is the outfit for Fluttershy more lewd than mine?!”

“The mare likes to talk about interesting things on our weekly spa sessions...”

“Huh, go figure...” Rainbow Dash didn’t pursue this topic further out of interest in her own clothing; A white see-through negligee with spaghetti straps. She turned it around in her hooves and saw two embroideries of her cutie mark on the back that hid slits for the wings, smiling widely at Rarity’s foresight in integrating it so stylishly. There was still some doubt about wearing more than less, but she wanted to know how it looked on her and put it on in ten seconds flat.

It was time for the final inspection.

“Well? What's the verdict from the expert?” Rainbow asked, doing a little pose with puckered lips and batting her eyelashes in mock fashion.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Rarity replied, frowning out of her reverie after seeing how much Rainbow’s disheveled mane clashed with the outfit and quickly she brandished a large brush, ”But you should also do something with your hair.”

”Go ahead.”

“Really?!”

Rainbow sighed and turned around to grant her better access. “Rarity, I’m sitting in your boutique in lingerie and looking for advice with stallions. What does a new hairstyle matter at this point?”

“Fair point,” Rarity said, brushing away at the colorful tuft of hair.

“Just keep it simple. He’s very animate during blowjobs and likes to grab a good hoofful.”

Rarity made an amused snort.

“...Rarity?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think he will like it?”

“I think that's a given, darling. When are you wearing it?”

“Tonight.”

Author's Note

Proofread and edited by McStuffins.

...that is tall and deep

The basement of Berry’s home was her sanctuary.

Simultaneously a place of great accomplishments and the stage of her greatest failure. Berry had realized over the grueling months of guilt and shame, that working here was a privilege, not a right to be squandered by half heartedness. Brewing required dedication and she had lacked in that department more and more in the past. The small amount of remaining common sense she had prevented her from handling the dangerous machinery in poor mental and physical condition, until one fateful morning, the lack of sleep and overabundance of liquor had eroded it enough to made her do something really stupid.

“Sugar and two drops of milk?” said a deep voice beside Berry and a steaming mug was held right under nose.

“You know it,“ Berry said and took the mug out of the big red hoof with a thankful expression. Everything that drove the unpleasant thoughts away was a welcome change in her schedule. She took a sip from the hot brew and hummed in satisfaction as her tastebuds and nostrils got overwhelmed by the wonderful flavour and aroma.

Big Macintosh Apple, Berry’s new and not so little apprentice, had mastered the art of making her morning coffee to the utmost perfection. Small mentions and reactions from drinking had been enough for him to find the necessary adjustments to her new favourite beverage.

Progress had been slow but steady during his stay. He was trying to learn as much as possible without distracting Berry from her own work. If she had to choose one of his many qualities above anything else, that's what she would’ve picked for his greatest strength. He listened, observed and adapted. When Big Macintosh did something, he focused on never making the same mistake twice to an astounding success.

She put her cup on the table and approached the boiler for the routine check while Big Mac continued to stack the various boxes and barrels with ingredients. Early on, he had realized there was nothing to gain from watching her back while she operated the machine. He knew the ins and outs of the the simpler task by heart now, but the fine tuning and expertise for working with this monstrosity eluded him.

Hoofmade, seven feet tall and unique in all of Equestria, Big Mac got nervous butterflies from the staggering amount of switches and buttons alone. The sight of her pulling, pressing and making notes with lightning fast motions was something astounding to behold. Usually, the lethargic mare seemed sluggish and deliberately slow in her movement, until she touched her little baby and the awakened maestro went to work with insane glee in her eyes.

Big Macintosh had found other ways to be useful.

Being thoughtful without being intrusive: Carrying and lifting things for her easy access without request, having a chair for her to sit on when she got close to fainting from exhaustion, putting a blanket over her sleeping form at the desk after another night shift and waking her up with a nice cup of coffee.

Just to mention a few.

“You work very hard, Mrs. Berry,” he said, putting down the last box for storage and pouring a cup of coffee for himself.

She rolled her eyes at his formality. “You’ve been working here for almost a week. Is that still surprising to you?”

“I figured you for a different pony,” The large stallion sat down and looked around, biting his lip in search for the right words and realizing too late what he was about say. “Something more like…”

“A deadbeat failure of a town drunk?” Berry replied without taking her eyes away from a pressure indicator, scribbling notes of every change on the a small clipboard at the large distiller. “The village bitch for a quick romp outside at the dumpsters after a cheap drink as a bribe?”

“A whorse? A bum? A loser?” She found herself checking the same gauge for the third time and the pen in her mouth almost cracked under the pressure of her teeth. Doing checkup that often wasn’t necessary to ensure safety, but almost losing the most important pony in your life to a stupid mistake changes your work ethic.

Berry spit out the mangled pen and turned around to look at a very uncomfortable and helpless stallion. “Miss Berry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

She sat down with him and gave him a reassuring smile. “A few months ago, most of those descriptions would have been accurate.”

Accurate to a certain degree at least. As with everything told second or third hand, details and bulletpoints get distorted, washed out and misremembered. Stories morph into exaggerated parodies of themselves and become truths when enough ponies start to spread the tale.

Only kernels of truth remained. For example, Berry couldn’t remember ever being in a wild orgy with two dozen stallions and mares, something ponies on the street treat as fact about her, although there certainly had been experiences with both genders and sometimes more than two ponies involved.

Berry didn’t consider herself a whorse. She never had sex with anypony for personal gain and even more so never for something as small as the promise of an alcoholic beverage. She was a brewer for Celestia’s sake! She could make her own stuff!

This doesn’t mean spontaneous hip to butt bonking hadn’t occurred for other reasons that many would consider shallow or loose.

Reasons as simple as a nice butt in the barstool next to her.

“Doesn’t matter,” Big Mac said in a firm tone and a matching frown. “My Pa taught this colt better than to insult a lady in her own home.”

Berry had to hold down a laugh. Stallions and cheeky colts had called her many things before, flattering and unflattering to varying degrees, but lady was most definitely a new one.

“I never met an Apple that needed to learn manners. You’re upstanding and honest folk, but your family really needs to dial back a bit about that apple obsession. Not that I complain, it’s making me money hand over fist when those crates barely leave my lawn before they gulp it all down.”

Big Mac blushed behind his raised mug. “You’re exaggerating…”

She lazily lazily leaned against the back of her chair and grinned slyly at his shifty eyes. “Oh, really? You became my assistant, because your sister tried to drink directly out of the distiller on her first day. No mug or glass. Straight from the faucet. The immense pressure from that boiler aside, do you know what improperly distilled homebrew could do to a pony?”

He couldn’t argue with Berry. That was exactly why Granny had replaced her granddaughter with Big Mac and relegated Applejack to simple apple delivery. Things had gone well for a while, until Berry woke up on the third morning with a giant mountain of apples on her lawn that you could see from Canterlot. The appleholic had worked overtime to litter every inch of free space for the fruit tower of Babel, leaving large parts of Sweet Apple Acres barren as a wasteland. Big Mac had informed her shortly after about his sister’s forced vacation from overwork.

Berry took her mug and watched the brown liquid with interest. “You’re the only pony of your whole kin that knows how to control himself around this stuff. Even your granny helps herself to the produce when she thinks I’m not looking. Are you adopted or is this green thing on your flank actually an unripe tomato?”

He took her jab with stride. “Oh believe me, I’m tempted, but controlling myself results in more for my family in the long run. Anticipation is half the fun in everything as my Pa used to say.”

The astoundingly eloquent words of a good and law abiding citizen. A bit pedestrian and dull maybe, although Berry wished she could be a bit more like that.

The distiller ran stable and needed no further supervision for a while, so Berry remained seated at the table and took another sip from her coffee. The temperature was now low enough to drink it in larger gulps and Big Mac watched her eagerly downing his brew with a proud smile.

“Do you like it? I can make more.”

Berry finished the cup and gave him a smile in return. “It tastes wonderful. The milk and sugar are a great addition.”

“What did you add before?” Big Mac asked, taking the first sip from his own cup of coffee.

“Painkillers and bourbon. Lots and lots of bourbon.”

You could hear his swallowing sounds in the awkward silence. “Is it hard to live without it?”

“Of course it is,” Berry said with a frown. “Some days, I would kill to be the drunken frat mare for one more night. I miss the taste on my tongue, the warm burning in my throat, the way it made the world look simpler and more fun, how it could make total strangers to drinking buddies, just everything!”

She stared into the distance, reminiscing on past endeavours and humming a chipper tune from a song he didn’t know.

“And the dancing!” Berry grabbed one of her hindlegs and raised it into the air. “This nicely shaped little baby and her twin sister have danced on the counter of every bar and tavern from here to Yakyakistan!”

She let go of her leg and slumped into the chair like a sack of flour. “Ponyville is dry and dreary in comparison to some other places I’ve been to. Pinkie Pie always boasts how wild her parties are. Judging from the total lack of booze and adult fun at any of them, I say she’s got no clue!”

The returning dullness in her eyes was hard to watch and Big Mac reached over the table to touch her hoof. “Do you think that’s healthy? Completely denying yourself something that makes you this happy? Why not enjoy it in moderation?”

“Oh geez I don’t know,” Berry said sourly. “Never thought of such a groundbreaking concept. Drinking a little and not everything. Thank you very much for your valuable input!”

More sarcastic and snarky comments begged to be released from her mouth, but his folded ears and the retracted hoof made Berry hold her tongue. This wasn’t his fault and he meant well.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just not that easy.”

Big Mac understood her somewhat. He had seen it often enough in himself and ponies close to him. Temptation and the following guilt were hard to put down and let go. It makes you scared of doing the same mistake again and you start to desperately search for a distraction from it.

Like drowning yourself in work.

“Something else you miss?” he asked softly, drinking from his mug to give her time to think.

“The sex.”

Big Mac’s mouth spit out a fine brown mist of coffee and saliva. Berry watched with amusement how he tried to regain his composure through deep gasp of air between hacking his lung out.

Time to go one better. “Nothing got me more relaxed than a good lay after some strong drinks in good company. Unfortunately, stopping to socialize made this a lot more difficult. I haven’t seen a juicy cock for months.”

She emphasized the words ‘juicy cock’ by lowering her voice to a purr and licking her lips.

“You made love with ponies for stress relief?” Big Mac asked wide eyed and a sudden dryness in his throat. She had showed him a glimpse from a very different mare. The inviting tone sent a shiver down his spine and made him wonder, how much of those outlandish rumours were actually true.

For more than curiosities sake.

“Making love?” She made condescending air quotes with her hooves. “You’re so adorable!” The faintest tint of a blush came through the red coat on his face. “But for the record, sweetheart; Yes, I had sex with many stallions that didn’t interest me beyond the physical appearance.”

“Oh...” The ever present wheat in Big Mac’s mouth twitched randomly and she wondered how it had stayed in his mouth during the spit take.

“Does that disgust you? Having such a loose mare as your boss? Do you want to quit?” The possibility of losing her capable assistant stung a bit, but Berry would get over it. Ponies leaving after getting to know her wasn’t anything special anymore.

“No, I’m just surprised,” he answered in a thoughtful tone. “I always figured mares are looking for something stable and lasting with a stallion.”

She nudged him playfully in the chest. “Believe me, we mares are not so different from you stallions. Many of us are even worse when it comes to a nice piece of flank. Or don’t you pay any attention to the looks you get in town?”

A proud smirk on Big Mac’s face answered that question. Of course he knew about his status as a hunk. The mares in this town aren’t really subtle about anything. The rugged apple farmer was a walking drool inducer of a stallion and most of the interested singles in Ponyville would more than willingly open their hindlegs for him if given the chance.

So why didn’t he?

That question plagued Berry’s mind as he kept rambling on about the playful and meaningless nature of those advances, and instead of listening to his current words, she rummaged through her brain to get clues from earlier in the conversation. Funnily enough, Berry didn’t have to go too far back to find her answer.

“... mares are looking for something stable and lasting… “

Just a minute at most.

“Oh, you poor, sweet gentlecolt,” she thought with a soft expression. “You don’t want to break their hearts and give them false hope.”

“Would… would you have sex with a stallion like me for stress relief?” Big Mac asked meekly, almost choking on his words to get them out. The lovable country pumpkin could be eloquent and well-spoken, but not a single flourish or flowery mannerism marred his speech as a source of misunderstanding.

She had thrown the possibility of casual sex into the room and he asked for it.

Simple as that.

“Someone or exactly you?” Berry decided to play dumb for a while longer, but turned on the heat by getting up from her chair and slowly sauntering in circles around him, occasionally brushing the frozen stallion with her tail. “Either way, I can’t see why not. You’re very easy on the eyes and well equipped where it counts to satisfy a mare’s needs.”

Big Mac gulped and began to shake in his seat. “You can tell?”

“I can see it,” Berry replied with a deadpan expression, turning her head towards his lap to stare directly at the building bulge under his sheath. Honest stallions were so easy to read. They wore their heart on their sleeves, mind on their tongue and desires out of their sheaths.

Sadly, they often tried to hide it. “I’m sorry Mrs. Berry… I didn’t mean to…”

“Face me and spread your hindlegs,” Berry said calm but firm, prompting his red rump to obey and turn him on the chair towards her. His hindlegs put apart like a sitting dog, the two frontlegs stood firmly together on the seat to hide the already obvious from her curious eyes.

Something that wouldn’t continue. “Lean back and let me see...”

The big stallion obeyed again, deciding to face the consequences like an adult. At best, she would fire him and inform Granny Smith about his ungentlecoltlike behaviour. At worst, his employer believed in a more hooves on approach of punishment. Big Mac stayed calm and waited patiently in spite of the approaching doom. He only allowed himself to close his eyes to avoid her staring and lessen the pounding feeling of embarrassment.

“Look at me…” A leniency she didn’t give him as her gentle hoof rubbed his chest. Forcing them open, he saw her sit down in licking distance between his legs and lower that hoof towards his nethers. “Good colt.”

Big Mac’s desperate effort to keep it in was as clear as day on his face. The gritted teeth, nervous shudders and ragged breaths made her heart flutter in excitement, shattering his flimsy resistance with glee by simply drawing his sheath aside like a curtain with a loving tap.

Big Mac exposed his growing length under a bassy moan to the cold air of the little basement brewery.

“You’re excused for your misbehaviour…” Berry said breathily, transfixed at the dangling red spire between his legs. Big Mac was bodily gifted and well endowed. Not as humongous and exaggerated as the silly gossip of lonely mares in Ponyville made you believe, but still above average and fitting for his impressive physique.

A quick caress along the darkish brown base and it revealed the building hardness and strength of his impressive muscle. “More than excused…”

An impressive cock for an impressive stallion.

The conviction and moxy behind that massive pleasure tool was much meeker, proven tellingly by the barely audible mumble from his quivering lips. “Could we do it?”

Silent prayers to Celestia were uttered to grant her the strength to resist the temptation. She could barely restrain herself from cuddling the insecure stallion like a huge, red teddy bear. The poor guy somehow still wasn’t sure she wanted his cock, leaking precum and barely holding it together under the warm touch of a mare. How much more confirmation did he need to read the mood?

A mare that would go that far just for teasing was a monster in her eyes.

His insecurity about her willingness was cute though. “You just want to fuck me and nothing more?”

Big Mac looked away in shame from her bluntness, but the slight twitch of the stallionhood in her caressing hoof betrayed his true feelings. “Eyup...”

He still sounded too guilty about it for her taste. Berry saw no point in having sex with a stallion, if he was ridden by self doubt through the whole experience. They needed more professional distance, turning this into a less personal thing and more into something they both understood as business owners.

A deal.

“No quitting once it started, no halfhearted attempts to satisfy me and you promise not to use it to further the cider agenda of your family,” she said sweetly, tracing down the stiff underside of his rod and cupping the balls beneath. Her hoof hesitated for a moment as his cock spurted a trail of clear droplets that ran down the shaft. The large amount and relative ease it took to produce showed how pent up the poor guy was, making her look at him with sympathy. “We both get a good fuck out of this and nothing else.”

However unlikely with a nice stallion like him, she could think of a few scenarios where fooling around with a potential business partner could strongly backfire and hurt her business. The average fifteen minutes of heaven wasn’t worth that, no matter the size of the cock who brought it.

Big Macintosh almost used his signature phrase again, stopping himself short as he felt the grip tighten around his swelling orbs and a thousand yard stare into his soul. “Do you agree to these terms, Mr. Macintosh?”

“I do... Just sex… and nothing more!”

The vice around his privates loosened and turned to playful dangling, rubbing and stroking the hanging sack with practised ease. His promise was enough to mollify the last remaining doubts and open her horny floodgates. Berry’s grandfather always said to never bother writing a contract with an apple. Their word is stronger than any liquor and three times as clear.

Under his nervous gaze, Berry pranced to the large table in the basement and climbed on top. She sat down like a dog, facing him and her hindlegs spread. First a smidge, then more and more under his bulging eyes. Only her forelegs remained planted on the table to obstruct his sight to her honeypot in similar fashion like he had done before.

Then they parted like a curtain as they sensually brushed along her inner thighs. “Then have at it, farmcolt.”

“Here and now?!” The divine powers at work had something in mind to make Big Mac’s coat red. Otherwise, the furious blush creeping down to his hooves would be all the more noticeable.

Having this much effect on a stallion was a real turn-on for Berry. “You never said when,” she said innocently in singsong voice, tracing her hooves back to her crotch and rubbing over her exposed entrance to widen it ever so slightly for him to examine. “The deal expires in the next ten seconds, so think fast.”

The bulging head between his legs was willing and raring to go, but the stubborn one on his neck needed more convincing. Berry began to count, slowly and drawn out, stroking herself until her puffy lips and rosy flesh glistened from moisture and filled the room with the scent of her arousal. He still was just staring like in trance, his nostrils flaring wildly from the entering fragrance.

“You changed your mind?” Berry took her wet hoof away to messily lick off the dripping juices, sighing in mock disappointment and slowly close her hindlegs. “Pity. I think we both could have…” She trailed off with a victorious smile as two massive red hooves on each thigh stopped her from moving.

“I accept.” Forcefully, he pushed her legs back open and even further apart until she almost made a split. “Let me have a good look first. You saw mine, so it’s only fair, wouldn’t it partner?”

Somepony suddenly got motivated.

“You don’t have to do this for our deal,” Berry said uncomfortably under his approaching muzzle. She had expected of him to skip the aperitif and go straight for the main course. “I had a lot of stallions down there...”

Foreplay had become a bit of a rarity in her life. The reputation as loose mare preceded her among the male population and given the opportunity, most of her past lovers skipped gladly the part of using their mouths on a place where dozens before them had their way with.

Nobody really liked used goods.

”You look lovely,” Big Mac said matter of factly, before the warm mouth connected with her wetness and opened wide to draw his tongue across with a hum. “And you taste lovely too.” The loud smacking and licking of his lips managed to get a blush from her. “Why would I leave something valuable like that on the table?”

Berry averted her eyes and took a deep breath. “Your choice…”

Her slight embarrassment about his licking wasn’t strong enough to conceal for long that Big Mac wasn’t very good. Extremely enthusiastic and dedicated like a dog slobbering your face, but not skilled enough to push the right buttons to really get her going. The big tongue on her folds felt more comforting and caring than actually bringing sexual pleasure. It felt nice though, so she let him continue until he had enough, burying her hoof into his strawy mane to stroke it gently.

“Whenever you… ugh!” The small moan out of her mouth came out of nowhere and she almost ripped a tuft of mane from his head.

Berry began to feel real good.

So good in fact, that the sudden waves of pleasure took her completely by surprise and had her writhing like a snake on the table. Berry’s hoof went to her mouth, getting bitten to stifle more moans from coming out. A fruitless attempt, proven when a flick of his giant tongue made her actually gasp and spit it out.

Big Mac was learning. As everything he’s done so far for her in his employment, the silent stallion had observed and adapted to her liking. The seemingly complete random licking and sucking had followed a pattern: Continue what worked and avoid what did not.

Like finding her perfect cup of coffee… only handling her delicate mare bits.

And he was getting better by the minute, mapping her reactions to his actions and focusing on bringing the biggest out of the mare under his muzzle. Many stallions shape up nicely and have a huge cock, but disappoint when it counted in prowess. Big Mac on the other hoof had barely any experience and already made leaps and bounds of improvement.

What endless potential was buried behind this unassuming shell?

What kind of stud could he become?

What kind of pleasure could he bring her?

The last thought broke the haze of lust she was currently riding. She had an golden opportunity presented to her, an opportunity from which both of them could benefit greatly. Berry would get possibly the best sex of her life after a bit of fine-tuning, and he would get some real life experience for his future wife.

A very happy and sexually fulfilled wife.

For anything of this to happen though, his timidness with her body had to go first. The stallion was way too delicate in handling the flesh under his hooves, always careful not to exert too much force on anything and relenting by the tiniest bit of resistance. She watched him tenderly line up his massive erection on her entrance and gingerly press against it with the tip, flinching away several times halfway through the first inch.

“Come on…” A slender hindleg tapped him lightly on the muzzle to get his attention. “Right here…” Both hindlegs grabbed his shaft by the base and led its tip to her entrance, where her forelegs were already widening it to invite him. “Shove it all in, big colt. I can take it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

She didn’t let him speak further and pulled. Instinctively, he thrusted deeply into her love tunnel and reveled in the warm tightness around him, while Berry equally savoured the sensation of being filled up to the fullest with his pulsating stallionhood. She had greatly underestimated the size from his earlier, half-erect state. Fully stiff, Big Mac’s shaft had grown a couple of unaccounted inches and gained significantly in thickness.

“See?” Berry cooed into the large head resting on her shoulder. “Nothing to it. Doesn’t that feel nice?”

Big Mac hummed in agreement and descended on her neck, burying his muzzle in the small crook to inhale deeply before whispering into her ear. “That’s an interesting smell. Are you wearing perfume?”

“Eu de Bum.” Big Mac caught the fleeting tone of sadness in Berry’s voice and raised his head to look her in the eyes. “It’s no perfume, just a memento from years of bad decisions,” she explained to him with a wry smile. “The stains of wild night outs will eventually wash out from your coat, but the odor of spilled wine and hard liquor stays with you for life.”

The strong acidic smell was a symptom that every alcoholic pony had to face at some point in her life. Many are lucky enough to get off the bottle before any lasting effects manifested on them, but unrepentant ponies like her were burdened with the nasal reminder of their escapades that will never go away.

A stigma, Berry will always be recognized by.

She hated and avoided closed off spaces for that exact reason. Nothing ruined a day more for Berry, than hearing the sniffing sound of a pony in her proximity that wrinkles their muzzle after they realized the source.

Berry squeaked like a mouse from the large red snout sniffing in a straight line towards her navel. “I like your smell,” Big Mac said, his large head placed snugly on her belly as he looked at her with fondness. “The tingling in my nostrils feels nice.”

His twitching muzzle wandered further down for another sample of her intoxicating scent, until firm hooves on each temple stopped him and pulled his face upwards for a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled and danced, wiping any unpleasant thought from her mind and leaving a single one on his:

Her lips tasted like wine.

“Stop being so sweet and hump me, you goof...”

Like a thick blanket, he laid on top of her and began to buck his hips. First slow and deliberate, then fast and frantic with grunts of frustration. He couldn’t get deep enough. The table was too high, making his thrusts awkward and less intense as she wanted, how they both wanted, clear from his frustrated snorting through his nostrils.

And the yawn out of her mouth that came without warning and possibility to stop it.

Big Mac’s ears twitched as they laid there motionless for a few strenuous moments. His body pulled away from her and robbed Berry of his warmth. She thought everything would end right then and there, but something fierce flashed in his usual kind eyes. Before she could react, two strong legs scooped her up and pulled her off the table. Big Mac stood on his hindlegs and she wrapped both of hers around his hip and her frontlegs around his neck while getting another kiss.

This time it was bolder, angrier. She almost melted into his embrace as his mouth attacked her hungrily for attention and satisfaction. Still connected with each other, he sat down on his haunches without warning, spearing the cock inside Berry deep enough to slap his balls against her buttcheeks.

At first it hurt so much, like the initial pain of a dip into scalding hot water to sensitive skin, but once it subsided, she felt a familiar warm glow and tingling pressure take its place. Nothing she knew could beat or fully replicate the sensation of a rock hard cock from an eager stallion. Equally eager, Berry wiggled and coiled to improve into the perfect fit until every possible inch of her felt full and strained to the brim, a feeling she has had seldomly even in her vast experience with other well endowed stallions.

They rarely knew how to use their large pleasure tool. “Just let me do the work.” Berry groaned through the pleasure in her sitting position, putting both hindlegs on the ground to raise herself and start pumping away.

With a snort, Big Mac got a firm grab on her plumb buttcheeks and stopped her hips from moving. She mustered him in confusion, until she melted blissfully into those hooves that kept squeezing, roaming and grabbing her anywhere. Berry wasn’t the most fittest mare and leaned a bit towards the pudgy side, but for a stallion like Big Macintosh, she had the extra pounds at all the right places. Mainly her amazing plump ass, he kept massaging and kneading with his large hooves before he lifted Berry inch by inch off his dick.

“Besides enjoying yourself, you won’t do nuthin,” he said, pushing Berry back on his shaft with an audible slap of her butt against his groin. Her eyes turned to pinpricks from the sudden thrust against her insides as the force of gravity and the rippling strength of his chiseled body combined to a bloodcurdling rhythm of motion. She was as light as a doll for him, moving her up and down in his strong legs without any signs of strain.

A single trail of drool ran down her grinning mouth. “So you know what you’re doing… ”

Big Mac neighed loudly from the a pressure around his cock, milking rhythmically for his last remaining spurts of seed and sucking him into her needy depths.

“Then I won’t hold back!”

“So tight…” he croaked as she began to ride him, both frontlegs placed on his muscular chest for a steady grip. Berry let herself completely sink into him, their bodies pressed against each other and exchanging the glistening sheens of sweat on their coat.

Only her lap continued to pull away and slap into his amazing cock with unchanged fervor while he kept completely still, overwhelmed by the intensity of Berry’s riding skill. Twitches ran through his hooves on occasion from an especially hard slam against his groin and Berry instantly knew that something wasn’t right

She saw this stallion carry barrels heavier than three times his own weight, so Berry doubted that even her whole body could have limited his movement that much. “Why are you holding back?” Berry used her lower body strength to tighten around him even more. “I’m not made of glass, so put that huge schlong of yours to good use!” She could see that he desperately wanted to let loose. “Or is your sister Applejack the pony with the big balls in your family?”

She leaned away, with a sly smile bending the cock inside with her under a throaty groan. Sitting now completely straight and in balance, Berry could reach behind her for his balls with the unoccupied frontlegs, cupping the heavy sack tenderly to stroke it with her soft underhooves. ”I wonder if these puny cherry tomatoes even have enough spunk for another round?”

He frowned and firmly closed his eyes while Berry had the urge to punch herself in the face. The taunt had come out nastier than intended. No matter the outcome, she would stop agitating him after this and call it a day. Berry already felt like shooting way too far below the waistline with her quips against his masculinity. While nice looking, the averagely sized ballsack didn’t quite match to his massive cock.

His little Mac’s almost seemed miniscule in comparison, and could be a source of insecurity for stallions as gentle as him. Her next line would be a compliment about his giant penis and prowess to satisfy her needs as a mare, before segueing into a final round in missionary position and some afterglow cuddling as apology.

A plain cup of vanilla is sometimes enough.

PUNY?

All of a sudden, she was laying on her back. Dazed and disoriented from the forced position change, Berry didn’t manage to get her bearings before everything happened in lightning speed. Powerful legs flipped her petrified body around and pinned Berry onto the wooden floor. One large and red hoof on the back of her head kept pressing until she felt the grain of the floorboards dig into her face. Her ass got roughly raised and presented by the other to the large shadow bearing down on her with a growl.

… I’LL GIVE YOU PUNY...

By Celestia, this voice made her hair stand on end! His manly tone had become deeper and more menacing, devoid of the warmth she was so used to hear and Berry became actually a bit scared of what Big Mac would do.

And she got excited about it!

Putting one red hoof on each buttcheek, Big Mac plowed into her with resounding slaps and guttural grunts. The hot air from his nostrils blew into the back of her neck while he mounted Berry like an animal, sliding in and out of her in wild and erratic intervals of less than a second. Endless stamina seemed to fuel this pace of relentless thrusts, garnered by a lot of pent up frustration.

There was nothing pretty or graceful about it, just raw and animalistic fucking to satisfy needs. And the satisfaction from her body still didn’t come fast enough for him, pulling her hips roughly against his lap to meet the thrusts halfway with wet splatter noises as their fluids sprayed in all direction.

Berry was little more than a toy, used and manhandled to bring him pleasure. Her needs and enjoyment had become secondary as shown by his roughness and lack of care for the mare under him.

He pulled and groped, yanked and spread how he pleased.

She came and he didn’t stop or acknowledge it, fucking her without regard for the warm squirts leaking around his cock and running down her shaky legs. He was selfish, careless and only had a mind for the sweet release she could bring as a tool for his pleasure.

The thought gave her warm shivers all over and she presented herself more in spite of the soreness in her loins, giving up the last shred of control by touching her buttcheeks and spreading them apart for him. The massive stallion approved and put his hooves on hers to spread her even further.

Big Mac ceased the relentless motion against her aching insides only after his own orgasm came.

He went limp, allowing the last bit of his seed to seep out on the ground beneath their hooves. Somewhere in that delirious haze of afterglow, Berry felt him roughly pull on her mane and turn her head for a sloppy tongue kiss.

Not for romantic reasons, just to taste her.

He wanted more.

His tongue kept tasting, his hooves roaming over her body to drink her in and reinvigorate his lust. All too soon for her weary insides, Big Mac’s cock began to grow again and restarted his thrusting. The one-sided kiss continued through his pounding, sealing her petite mouth completely with the rough and chapped lips of a farmer.

She desperately needed air and the merciful break for it never came. He literally was taking her breath away with his kiss! She bit his lip in reflex and gasped for the life-giving gas, but her dominating lover didn’t grant his companion this small respite for long.

Angry and shocked from the sudden pain on his lip, Big Mac’s massive hoof came down like a jackhammer, shoving her head back into the floor with an audible thud when the hard rim of his hoof pressed into the back of her skull. Pain, humiliation and a sense of powerlessness filled her mind. She tried to keep those feelings bottled in, extending the heart pounding adrenaline high for as long as possible, but the sniffing muzzle on her neck broke Berry’s concentration.

She let out a whimper.

Big Mac stopped dead in his tracks as if somepony had pushed the pause button on a remote. The thrusting, the roughness and his whole aggressive aura just vanished. Gone was the ravaging hulk that dominated her, and In its stead, stood a deeply shook stallion like a little colt that had broken something valuable.

He tried to back away.

But Berry wouldn’t let him.

No matter how hard he tried, his cock wouldn’t slip out of her warm depths and she clung to the pulsating flesh like a bottle around the cork. Berry held him in place by sheer tension, massaging him with her tight inner walls. Sobs and whimpers turned to moans, going hoof in hoof with the grinding and rhythmic squeezing. Her face turned to him, and for a moment he froze again, seeing a trail of blood running down her lip and soiling her coat.

“We’re not done here.” She licked it off with a lusty smile and savoured the metallic taste. “Spank me…”Her plump ass shoved itself into his groin as deep as possible, swallowing his cock all the way to the base and rubbing her buns against him. “Spank me like a whorse and make me your bitch!”

It would be a cold day in tartarus before Berry would give up the best lay of her life because of some moral anxiety by her new sex god in training. Big Mac had showed so much more promise and prowess than she could have ever hoped and with a delicious streak for darker things to boot. Berry didn’t care how, but she would get him out of his shell. She would make it abundantly clear to him how horny she was from his roughness and beg him to continue if needed.

“Make me squeal…” She lowered herself deeper to the ground, raising her stuffed ass further and smacking herself on it in demonstrative fashion, purring and cooing at him as incentive.

Tentatively, he raised his right hoof and took aim at the jiggling mass under it, still at odds with himself.

Berry’s eyes lit up. “Do it! Strike me and don’t hold back!”

Big Mac took a shuddery breath and closed his eyes before letting the hoof come down on her. A hearty slapping noise rang through the basement, quickly followed by a loud gasp and moan of its victim. He saw her right cheek jiggle in protest and turn a darker shade of plum from redness as the grip around his cock increased two-fold.

“Again…” More grinding and humping on her part, gushes of liquid running down his cock and her thighs. “Oh Celestia please don’t stop!”

He obliged.

Many times.

Every time he struck and made her squeal in delight, it fed the rush inside of him and numbed the nagging doubts. Another strike came down on the right, then two on the left cheek, before grabbing both mounds of flesh roughly to feel the heat radiating from her rosy buns.

The thrill was unimaginable.

Newly invigorated, Big Mac positioned himself firmly on the ground, each front hoof on one of her reddened cheeks, pushing into Berry as deep as possible. Nothing could compare to this new level of tightness, shaping her pussy around him for a perfect fit and making it difficult to even get a rhythm going without using all of his strength to his advantage.

Throughout his steady pumping he kept spanking, even pulling her mane and bending down to bite Berry’s neck and ears under more squeals and moans that sent shivers down his spine.

This was his doing. The sweet moans of pleasure, the twitching and gushing of her insides around his shaft, the mask of pure ecstasy on her drooling face. Berry behaved so dirty and he took great pleasure from his power to make her look and sound this way. Maybe other stallions would do the same to her in the future, but at this moment, she only had him to make her look this beautiful and lost in carnal lust.

Thoughts that could drive a stallion crazy with desire.

Thoughts that could get a honest stallion addicted.

“Berry… I… hnng!”

“Shhh, no talking!” Berry pleaded and intensified her grinding. “Just… just keep going! Don’t... Stoooop!” She came for the second time and gifted the rabid stallion mounting her with another one as well during her erratic contractions.

Big Mac went limp for good this time. The adrenaline rush ebbed away and slowed his pounding heartbeat. He was cooling down already, feeling the warmth of her juices seep into him where they were still connected. He lowered himself on top of Berry with wobbly legs to get more of this warmth and felt themselves sticky to the touch through the various layers of sweat and fluids between them. The all encompassing funk of sex hung in the small basement like a blanket, mixing itself out of the fumes of two ponies in blissful afterglow.

Big Mac took deep breaths to burn this smell into his mind and never forget it.

Berry did something similar with the feeling of his protective shell of warm flesh around her, radiating body heat like a stove and marking her coat with his musk. She curled up smaller and he tightened his grip around her.

Nuzzles, licks and kisses from him peppered the mare in his embrace with affection all over. “Cuddling isn’t really my thing,” Berry said weakly, fighting against the drowsy comfort of his tenderness. She didn’t want to get too attached, already getting weird feelings about him through her mammal nature. “Come on … stop… hmm... Let's get clean and back to work...”

He licked her ear and Berry’s resolve almost melted away from the intimate touch.

But just almost.

“I… warned… you… “

A long and disappointed sigh from under him was the last thing he registered before everything became a blur. A sharp poke in his chest, lost footing from a sweep on his left hindleg, a tug at his right foreleg and Big Mac’s whole body was suddenly moving without his input. In one solid throw with a hard landing on the nearby table, Big Mac suddenly found himself laying on his back and Berry holding his hoof with a victorious grin.

“You’re a very dangerous stallion for us mares, Macintosh Apple.”

She had her lips locked with him before he could put together how he got in this position. The taste and feel of her lips and tongue were the same as before, but now, she was in control of him while he barely reacted to her advances. Their fierce upside-down kiss brought a whole new dimension of butterflies in Big Mac’s stomach. He could feel his throat bulge from her exploring tongue while Berry’s saliva ran down his throat in huge gulps with the familiar flavour of spicy wine.

A heavenly taste.

”Don’t look so surprised.” She released his lips with a long trail of spit, giving him another chaste kiss to cut that connection. “A lady needs to know how to fend for herself.” Berry licked over his muzzle and winked at him. “Right?”

”Right…” Big Mac replied, still dazed by the sudden impact on his back and the unusual kiss.

She wordlessly led him upstairs and shoved him in the shower cabin, entering herself after his teeth stopped clattering and signaled her that the water had gone from freezing cold to tolerable. Berry wasn’t made out of money and showering together saved a lot of hot water, let alone helping a lot to get to the hard reachable places. No need to be coy about being smart. Shame and self-consciousness didn’t factor in the decision making anymore once you touched naughty parts with that somepony in your shower.

Both ponies were sexually spent and needed rest, but that didn’t mean there was no time for some fondlings during their cleaning in this comfortably small space. Him being reared up against the wall while she lovingly lathered his genitals with soap, counted as much towards that as giving him a steamy thank you kiss after cleaning her nethers gently with his hoof and warm water from the shower head.

And despite their lust almost boiling over again from close proximity, Berry knew when to put on the brakes for both of them.

She has had her fun for today and felt the aftermaths.

“You’ve missed a spot,” Big Mac said in thought, wiping soap from her cheek.

Unfortunately, the stray caress across her face made her hiss in pain and turn away from him, bringing his attention to something she wanted to keep a secret. Big Mac cupped her face in worry and took a good look at Berry. Under the plum coat, he could see the blueish hue of a nasty bruise shine through. He did the same for the rest of her body, seeing multiple places with the same signs of physical abuse.

His abuse.

Big Mac’s heart sank to the depths of tartarus. What had happened to him? He was an honest and hardworking pony, who considered himself down to earth and levelheaded in all matters of life. This was none of those things. This had been violent, loud, frantic, crazy, depraved and perverted.

“I’m so sorry… I…didn’t mean… I would never...”

“None of that unsexy bellyaching, you hear me?!” She bopped him painfully on the nose. “I like my stallions rough and asked you for it during every possible step!” Berry threw the moping stallion a towel to dry himself off. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to and experienced firsthoof what happens if you try.”

So spoke a mare that would let herself be dominated like an animal for the thrill of both of them. “We clean up our mess in the basement and make a small trip to the bank afterwards. There’s still all that cider money laying around in the house and I want it somewhere safer than my broom closet.”

“I could get our apple cart to bring it there,” he said, standing beside Berry and helping her get dry on the harder to reach places with his own towel.

“You already feel up again for hard labour?” Berry asked with a content hum as his towel gently wiped the moisture from her coat.

He did feel exhausted, but in a very good and fulfilled way, resting his chin on a freshly dry spot on her neck and smelling the strong shampoo in her coat. The spicy scent was already coming back and made him smile from the familiar tingle in his nose.

She watched his antics out of the corner of her eye with worry. Despite his earlier promise, he was already getting more clingy and mushy than she was accustomed to from her lovers. Berry didn’t think he was doing it on purpose though, merely believing that the big lug was still riding of his afterglow and getting the last remnants of it out.

She would have to keep more distance in the future. “Your money is a real blessing for us. My brother and I didn’t do so good financially. After the hospital bills and repair costs for the house, we were scrounging on the verge of poverty. I can’t imagine how humiliating it would have been to beg our parents and other relatives for help.”

Big Mac smiled and was really glad that his sister had failed so spectacularly in helping out. Given their similar prideful personalities, Applejack would have gotten along splendidly with Berry and he might never would have gotten the chance to experience her company. He acknowledged how childish and petty that thought was, but with Berry he allowed himself to feel that way.

She was special.

“Then why don’t we tell your brother the good news?”

“When would that be?” Berry asked, scouring her mental calendar for time and finding nothing. ”Brewing for your family keeps me busy the whole day!”

“Aren’t there a few hours near midnight when the apple stock has to settle without disturbance?” he asked. “We can visit your brother tonight and I carry a case of cider as a present for him.”

She narrowed her eyes dangerously. “You wouldn’t by chance want something in return for your help outside work hours?”

He couldn’t lie to her.

“I liked doing ‘business’ with you, Mrs. Berry.”

And she couldn’t lie to herself.

“Same here, Mr. Macintosh.”

Author's Note

Proofread and edited by McStuffins

...Last Round Part One

Having nobody beside you every morning wasn’t just terrible.

For Hard Knock, it had become the worst thing imaginable.

He would never have thought that being separated from someone could affect his mood this much. On the late hours of this Tuesday evening, he struggled to recall the feelings of gratefulness for the peace and quiet in his hospital room. It had not been a whole day since the release of his marefriend and the melancholy already crept into his mind.

At least he wasn’t completely without company. After a very thorough cleaning and change of bedsheets on Rainbow’s former bed, the nurses had brought in a new patient during lunch. The stallion, a cream colored earthpony named Fuzzy Slippers, was the latest transfer from some special clinic in Manehattan and seemed a nice enough guy.

No replacement for his marefriend, but he figured that nothing could at this point.

According to the head nurse, Fuzzy’s treatment entered a state where no personal doctors and equipment were needed anymore. Ponyville Hospital had been chosen for his seasoned staff and facilities in relation to such a remote location, far away from all the hustle and bustle of the busy city life.

Ponies from outside still had the misconception of Ponyville as a quiet town.

Fuzzy wasn't the most talkative sort, weirdly fascinated by the subject of comfy hoofwear and the occasional medical second-hand knowledge. He had learned a lot through personal experience during his stays in the medical facilities around the world, sharing without hesitation if something wasn’t as good as he had seen elsewhere to the great chagrin of the nurses around. In that aspect, Hard Knock thought himself more lucky with his severe but ultimately mundane and fixable injuries.

The broken bones in his body would heal with enough rest. In comparison, the small tidbits of Fuzzy’s past treatments made him shudder. The cliff notes on radiation therapy alone had Hard Knock worried that the skeleton of his bed neighbor would glow in the dark and rob him of his sleep.

The guy looked just fine superficially. Besides his missing mane and tail, you would have never guessed that this stallion had ever been deathly sick, although, you would have hoped so after such a long and well-documented road to recovery. Fuzzy Slippers was on his last steps to a healthy life, and Hard Knock found a source of inspiration in that.

He had an excellent and prismatic reason to get well as soon as possible.

Hard Knock leaned back into his pillows and tried to relax. This time he was almost asleep when a loud noise made him open his eyes. There was just enough time to raise the bedsheet over his face to shield from the shower of glass and wood splashing over him from the window. The window that had exploded in thousands of pieces during an earth-shattering collision of something big and bulky entering the room through it.

The unidentifiable blob of black cloth began to wobble where it landed. Fuzzy was already on his hooves, slipper in mouth and ready to pounce. Hard Knock had doubts about the effectiveness of hoofwear as a bludgeoning weapon but appreciated the gesture of aid from a stallion which he barely knew longer than half a day.

The two stallions continued to watch how the intruder struggled around in a desperate attempt to orient in the self-made cloth prison, which turned out to be an oversized cloak around a pony shaped body. The entangled culprit finally succeeded in guessing the difference between up and down, rising from the ground as a hooded monk.

At first, Hard Knock couldn’t see more of the face than the muzzle, before the fabric shifted a bit under the movement and revealed a small tuft of familiar rainbow mane. Another glance at the other end showed an equally colorful tail sticking out.

The scratchy groan from the pile calmed his nerves entirely. “False alarm, Fuzzy. That's my marefriend.”

“Lucky bastard...” The slipperphile drew the curtain around his bed with a sly smile and answered the small nod of thanks from Hard Knock with a lazy salute of his own.

Guys had to stick together.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t leave a small crack open to enjoy the show.

“I underestimated how heavy this thing is…” Rainbow’s eyes darted around nervously from the shadow of her cloak. “Are… are you alone?”

“Nopony is gonna bother us, Rainbow,” he sighed after a taking a good look at his battered marefriend. “Are you ok? Why would you fly around like that and risk getting hurt?”

Rainbow Dash had managed to get on steady hooves by now, still wrapped in the large cloak to hide as much as possible from her body.

“Well… you see…” She began and stopped. In the face of her coltfriend, coming here didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. How could she explain what being seen in public in her current state of dress would do to her? There was getting in touch with her feminine side, and there was the ridiculous thing she was currently doing. Rainbow Dash didn’t believe in taking baby steps, but even she had some doubts at this point.

The awkward tension in the room was pierced by the sound of metal against stone. On the windowsill of the broken window, firmly lodged in with its sharp metal hooks, a black painted grappling hook had appeared.

“Did you come with company?” Hard Knock asked, getting a violent headshake as an answer from his visibly distraught marefriend.

Seconds later, they could hear grunts and groans getting louder from outside. Faster than Hard Knock had ever seen somepony do anything, Rainbow Dash shed her cloak and dived for his bed to get under the blanket.

He could have sworn there had been a significant amount of white in that blue blur. “What are you doing? Why are you hiding?!”

“I panicked, ok?” Rainbow hissed between his thighs, breathing hot air into his crotch.

“Why?” Hard Knock tried to ignore the tingling sensation on his private area and pressed for answers. “You're allowed to be here remember? And whoever is scaling the wall outside is most likely not.”

She was clinging to him like bubblegum to a shoe. “I… I just don’t want anypony but you to see me right now.” Rainbow shakily made herself as small as possible and wrapped his legs around her in a protective manner. “Please hide me…”

Hard Knock threw a telling glance through the crack in Fuzzy’s curtain. The stallion on the other side nodded with a sigh and drew the curtain in full, leaving Hard Knock to feel for her head under the blanket and caressing her cheek when she leaned into him.

“I’ll try to get rid of this nuisance through talking, but when push comes to shove, I will need a strong mare to protect me from the bad guys.”

Something incredibly soft rubbed his chest. “...love you...”

The unusual words of endearment hit home for Hard Knock. They had kissed, fucked like rabbits and became a couple without ever saying those three simple words to each other.

“I love you too, Rainbow.”

She was so headstrong and confident most of the time, making it all the more special at moments when she let the guard down and showed her gentle side for him.

Or getting sappy in her words.

“We did it! See? It works exactly like in the instruction book!” A black limb swung itself in sight from outside the window and struggled to pull up the attached upper body. The dampened reply of another voice confirmed at least the existence of a second pony. Nobody inside could understand it and had to piece the meaning together from the response of the first pony.

“I have a book on burglary for completion's sake. The bookshelf looks so empty without this one between ‘Bureaucracy For The Advanced' and ‘Burlesque Stageplays Through the Ages'.

The figure climbed inside the dark room, and Hard Knock could already tell that this pony wasn't naturally black. She, Hard Knock could also tell this much from her voice, wore a full body catsuit with a small opening around the face he couldn’t see.

“Be careful during entering, Fluttershy. The window is broken, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t hit it with the hook.”

The bundle under the blanket quivered at the mention of that name, and Hard Knock realized who those intruders were. “Mrs. Sparkle pardon my prench, but what the buck are you doing here?!”

Twilight Sparkle, the protege of Princess Celestia, an element of harmony and savior of Equestria, had just broken in into his room with another element as an accomplice.

“Ah, you’re awake Mr. Berry. That simplifies things.”

It was times like this when Hard Knock wondered when his life had become this weird.

Almost casually, the purple unicorn fixed the broken window just in time for Fluttershy to bump against the reappearing pane of glass. Twilight was too occupied with fumbling in her saddlebags to hear the loud thud of a body hitting the grass and join the sympathetic flinch of the other ponies in the room.

The lack of screams meant Fluttershy was unharmed at best or unable to do so at worst, most likely due to loss of consciousness or brain as the head it contained has made acquaintance with solid ground.

Then Twilight unfolded a scroll and intended to read a prepared speech until a soft knocking from the outside interrupted her. The fluttering pegasus in the air also wore a catsuit that obscured everything besides a small part around the eyes and two slits for the wings. Twilight had the decency to blush as her magic opened the window.

“What do you want here?” Hard Knock asked again with a glance at the large scroll. "Make it short please."

“I need another sample of your sperm.”

For onlookers, it seemed like his crotch started to shake under the blanket after Twilight had made her request. Hard Knock’s hoof quickly shot underneath towards the bulge and began to stroke until the moving stopped. How they interpreted this was evident by the blush on the visible parts of Fluttershy and the mesmerized look on Twilight’s face.

So he tried to divert the focus by playing angry. “What sample? I gave you nothing!”

“Barely anything, I know,” Twilight sighed, scratching the bald spot on her cheek. “The little amount in my coat didn’t last very long for testing.”

Given the frustrating nature of this mare, playing angry wasn’t that hard to pull off for Hard Knock.

“And for what reason is your friend here?”

Twilight smiled, happy to get to the briefing phase already. “Every scientist needs an assistant for help and documentation. Spike isn’t old enough for these kind of studies. In the distant future maybe, when I need some material on dragon procreation.”

“That’s your brother for Celestia’s sake…” Fluttershy squeaked, removing any remaining doubt of her identity.

“I said ‘distant', didn’t I?” Twilight grumbled defensively, “On my watch, nopony is going to touch his little dongs for a long time. Not even if it should be Rarity by some miracle.”

“You seem quite knowledgeable for somepony without experience.” Hard Knock said and meant it, a little creeped out by the zealous unicorn.

“I thought so too before our little encounter, Mr. Berry.” Twilight rubbed the bald spot on her cheek again with a faraway look. “I realized how incomplete my knowledge is. I could name every vein, vessel and artery in a stallion's phallus from memory, but theoretical data and diagrams from textbooks only get me so far. That's why I need some practical demonstration of the process to complete my notes.”

The bulge under the blanket tipped to the side as Rainbow Dash tilted her head in confusion, making Fluttershy squeak in fright and Twilight squeal in delight at the activity of their specimen.

Hard Knock cleared up his marefriend’s confusion by putting it in simpler terms. “You want to watch me shoot my load?”

“Crudely spoken, yes. I’m aware of your medical history and the physical problems you might have with that at the moment, so I offer my assistance.”

“A hoofjob?”

The bulge began to shake again, wrongly interpreted by Twilight as excitement for her proposition.

“I had something more magical in mind. How much would you like it to walk again?” Twilight said in a cocky tone, which died in her throat at the moment she got a good look at the sharp glare coming her way from the bedridden stallion.

Rainbow had trouble breathing from the unexpected pressure around her head. Her coltfriend had gotten so tense that his thighs could have probably popped the skull between them like a grape. She reassuringly rubbed his belly to calm him down and save her noggin, eliciting another embarrassed shriek from Fluttershy when the dick shaped limb began roaming under the blankets.

Twilight would have felt excited as well if her full attention hadn’t been focused on the eyes that continued to bore into her. “Don’t mock me with empty promises, Mrs. Sparkle. I’ve been through too much to let that slide.”

“That’s not my intention!” she reassured him fiercely, desperate to get the tension out of this conversation. “I can’t heal you; that is beyond any known magic, but what if I told you there is a spell for making you as good as new for a short duration?”

Hard Knock continued his stoic expression to the point Twilight started to sweat. “Your file says that all internal damage to organs is fixed, so the only parts I would have to simulate are your muscles and the skeletal structure beneath.”

Hard Knock furrowed his brow. “You would control me?”

Twilight explained further. “I could, but that would break several moral and magical laws. Instead, I would make the spell controllable by your thoughts. It scans the signals your brain would usually send to your muscles and translates it to moving your body accordingly.”

“‘How long?” All of the coldness gone from his voice, Hard Knock sounded curious and almost hopeful.

Hook, line, and sinker. Twilight allowed herself a little smile, now that she had managed to garner his interest.

“As long as I keep recasting it, indefinitely.” She watched him intently for any signs of his opinion on it, going for the simplest and straight to the point description when there was no outright refusal visible. “The only thing you have to do with your regained mobility would be to masturbate and bring yourself to a natural ejaculation. We analyze your performance and gather more samples of your sperm for testing.”

Said so clearly and boring, Rainbow Dash realized in all of its crudeness what his approval would mean. Her coltfriend would get hard and big in front of other mares. They would see every inch of his fully erect penis for scrutiny, watching him every step of the way to his climax. Other ponies would learn of the little quirks and ticks his body had, which Rainbow had come to adore and relish in creating. Things like the funny twitch of his hindlegs from hard strokes, the slight contraction of his ballsack after cumming or the cute little squeaky sounds when he basked in the afterglow.

Personal things, Rainbow had learned from making love with a stallion she had come to love.

Nevermind all the tasty seed wasted in laboratory vials instead of being on her warm tongue for tasting. Her major obsession with Hard Knock's sexual fluids didn't strike her as something vile or freaky anymore.

If anything, the thought of sharing made her mad. She was treated unfairly here. She was the marefriend, so Hard Knock and everything about him belonged to her and only her! Why should she have to let other mares have this? Why should she let another mare claim something so precious from her beloved? What right did they have to anything of him?

She would not tolerate this.

She could not!

He belonged to her!

ALL OF HIM!

“EVERYTHING TO THE LAST DROP!”

Even the stupidest person would not mistake the movement under the blanket for male excitement. Firstly, male genitalia usually doesn’t scream at ponies, and secondly, the new size of that bulge would have put a full-grown dragon to shame. Rainbow had stood up from his crotch, turned around and poked her head out to face the filthy thieves of her property.

“I think my marefriend has some objections to your proposition.”

“Rainbow Dash? Marefriend?” Twilight said in rapid succession, adjusting to the new information by growing a gleeful smile on her face. “That’s wonderful! Think of the additional data from the interaction between genders! Rainbow, you and your coltfriend have the opportunity to help a groundbreaking scientific research...”

The blanket on her back made Rainbow uncomfortably hot. She needed to get the weight off her feathers and some air on her skin to cool down. She shook herself free like a dog and let everybody see her fully for the first time in the moonlit room.

Rainbow Dash let them bear witness of Rarity's masterpiece.

A see-through nightgown, her body a gentle glow from the light reflecting off the glossy material. Velvety white stockings enveloping her slender legs, pronouncing every curve as they flowed up to her thighs like liquid silk. Hard Knock had the urge to stroke them, feel their smoothness with his underhoof to satisfy his curiosity. Rainbow tensed under his cautious touch but relaxed instantly from his tenderness as it slid upwards towards her cutie mark.

The faint blue of her bountiful buns shimmered through the pure whiteness of those seductive panties. Angelic ruffles and sinful lace did their part to present the desirable assets underneath. Every second spent not fondling seemed like a crime, something Hard Knock chose to change by letting his hoof wander.

On contact, Rainbow’s attention turned towards him fully and revealed the profile of her face to admire. And admirable it was: Full, luscious lips, shimmering with the slightest hint of gloss, the barest touch of shade in her eyelids and eyelashes, yet no trace of actual makeup. If somepony would ever question the taste of the beautician because of the minimalistic approach, those critics would also fall silent from one glance at the marvelous hairdressing.

Like bringing order to chaos, the unkempt and rowdy mess of her prismatic mane had been brought to a neat arrangement of colors, enhancing the natural beauty without losing its wild nature. The hair looked more voluminous, shinier and so much softer, making him want to run his hooves through to feel it.

Preferably during a deep kiss on those lips.

“You look beautiful…”

Rainbow’s ear twitched, the faintest blush appearing on her face. She glanced back at him and his groping hoof on her backside with desire, opening her mouth slightly but closing it as fast because of an unexpected sound that threatened to melt his heart from cuteness.

Rainbow Dash had cooed at him like a dove.

Unfortunately, her loving gaze averted from him to turn towards the others and any kindness vanished like a puff of smoke. Rainbow stood broadly over her stallion with all of the earlier worries forgotten under a thick layer of primal instinct to protect what’s hers. The little body frame of his marefriend somehow managed to look intimidating with the puffed chest and vicious snarl on her face. Her mouth opened again and released a clear warning that sounded like a mixture between the hissing of a cat and the angry caw of a bird.

As unicorn and earthpony, Twilight and Hard Knock had no idea what was going on, but Fluttershy instantly recognized the behavior and blushed.

“Oh, my…” The chittering yellow bundle of nerves inched closer towards the bed, finding the little piece of needed evidence in Rainbow's flared left wing. A small white band around one of her feathers. “He is the one?”

Rainbow lowered her head and pawed at the mattress as her noises turned to awkward whickers. Fluttershy instantly put her friend in the tightest hug imaginable. It was as if her touch broke the spell on Rainbow and she hid in the embrace of her friend as the gravity of what had happened hit her.

Fluttershy understood why. They shouldn’t be here and disturb this.

“What was that? I’ve never seen a pony act this way!”

The voice of Twilight was like nails on a chalkboard for Fluttershy's strained nerves. “It’s a pegasus thing.”

“Really? I’ve read hundreds of anatomy books on all pony tribes and have no clue!”

“It’s cultural and not medical,” Fluttershy answered curtly and sighed at the visible displeasure of her friend for the short answer. “An old courting ritual that went out of fashion with most pegasi. In the few remaining cases, the pegasus usually doesn’t want other ponies to know because it’s incredibly intimate."

Fluttershy looked down at the shaking head on her chest and swallowed.

“The invitation to start a nest.”

A single groan of anguish escaped Rainbow's lips, and Fluttershy caressed her head in apology. If she had known, Fluttershy would have fought Twilight tooth and nail to avoid coming to this damn hospital.

Heck, she would have volunteered to do the dirty deed for Twilight herself.

“A nest? Like a bird?” Twilight asked bluntly and earned herself a withering glare from Fluttershy as Rainbow’s body went rigid.

“The pegasus mare invites the partner to join the nest with the presentation of her feather.”

“A feather?” Hard Knock asked in turn, remembering the little white bow in her left wing.

“Not just any feather, a primary feather,” Fluttershy answered him in a much warmer tone. “The feathers that enable us to fly. No matter how gifted a pegasus is, he or she can only safely lose a few before flying becomes almost impossible.”

The non-pegasi in the room looked at the ribboned feather in Rainbow’s wing with a new sense of awe.

Twilight and Hard Knock both knew how important flying was to Rainbow Dash and listened when she quietly spoke into Fluttershy’s chest for the first time since her unveiling. “My mother always said a feather from the left wing is given to create a bond with your special somepony. One on the right is laid to rest with the body of your beloved at the funeral.”

Another voice from the door said what everyone thought at this point.

“That’s a pretty hardcore way to start a relationship!”

Light flooded the room by a flip of a switch, and four pairs of squinted eyes turned towards the newcomers with varying degrees of dread.

Twilight, because of her fear of getting caught and thrown out.

Fluttershy was worried about her friend.

Hard Knock, because he recognized the mare by voice without looking and didn’t know if he could deal with this particular pony right now.

Rainbow Dash just wanted this embarrassing nightmare to be over.

And Big Macintosh wished he’d chosen a better day to get brownie points with the Berry family.

“I mean, how long could have this been going on? A week? Two tops?” Only Berry Punch seemed happy to be here, sauntering into the room with the biggest grin on her face. “I hope she doesn't want something similar from you in return, Hardy. Otherwise, she might cut something off while you’re sleeping.”

Nobody dared to say a word, watching the approaching train wreck unfold.

“Like an ear! She could wear it as a necklace around her neck. Morbid and romantic!” Berry wanted to laugh, but something pressed itself roughly against her nose. “Never imagined the yellow one was the tough mare in your group of troublemakers.”

Muzzle to muzzle, Fluttershy was staring down Berry with an expression that screamed murder and mayhem. The kind of madness that was born from a burning desire to remove a source of discomfort by any means necessary.

Should these two collide, they would shred each other to pieces.

Where lesser mares might have backed out at this point, Berry Punch was made of sterner stuff and doubled down by locking heads with her adversary.

“Can I help you with something?” she asked in a conversational tone that didn’t convey the magnitude of the cataclysmic throwdown that was about to happen.

One that Hard Knock intended to prevent. “Miss Sparkle, I would advise you to cast that spell on me.“

Twilight reacted with a frown. She hadn’t gotten an agreement out the stallion and wouldn’t give up on her only bargaining chip. If push came to shove, she would simply separate them with their magic and wait for them to calm down.

“I’m confident in my magic ability Mr. Berry.”

Nothing to worry about in her opinion.

“Is that ability great enough to cast a spell when your horn has been ripped off and shoved down your throat?”

The only magic user in the room waited for a laugh to mark this statement as an exaggerated joke.

He didn’t do that.

Twilight’s horn started to glow.

“Why the long faces everypony? We brought drinks!” Berry pointed at the case Big Mac was carrying and focused the attention of the room on the silent stallion. ”For the self-mutilator over there, we hoof out something from the stiffer stuff to disinfect wounds.”

“You’re an awful pony...”

“And you look cute when you’re angry, Buttertub.” Berry pinched Fluttershy’s cheeks.

Fluttershy visibly shuddered and slapped the hoof away. “Don't touch me.”

“Why not?” Berry switched to drawing circles on Fluttershy’s chest, “Afraid you might like the attention?”

Fluttershy shuddered again with ragged breath, doing nothing to stop Berry.

A plum colored hoof did it for her. “I think that’s enough, sister. What do you want?”

Berry looked at her brother in awe as he stood to his full height, no bandages or casts on his body, staring down with a disapproving look. Had she been dreaming? Had this whole horrible situation just been a giant nightmare? Her hope died on a closer look and the slight purple glow that radiated from his body. Twilight Sparkle was sitting in a nearby chair with a concentrated look and horn glowing in the same color.

He tightened the grip around her hoof with the strength she knew from him and forced his sister out of her stupor with a wince.

Then Hard Knock saw red. Literally.

A mountain of flesh had pushed itself between him and his sister, forcing the stallion to look upwards into a very masculine face of an angry apple farmer. Big Mac had never been in a real fight. Yes, he was strong from work on the farm, but he couldn’t recall ever using his strength to hurt somebody.

Judging from the look Big Mac was getting back, Hard Knock had. “Get out of my face farmcolt, or I can show you in what unnatural ways a neck can bend.”

“Don’t mess with my brother, Big Mac!" Berry plead, "He was always the better fighter from both of us!”

Big Mac gulped hard after digesting this piece of information from his employer. The outlook of getting beat up by a stallion that was assumedly more capable than the mare who had tossed him around like a tin can wasn’t encouraging.

“Nope…”

Nonetheless, he would stand his ground against the odds.

For her.

“Tough guy, huh?" Hard Knock sized him up, "Who are you, asshole?”

Berry flinched at the unusual use of profanity. Her brother never swore and kept a clean image for both of them in town. The lack of his usual politeness showed her how seriously pissed he must be. The question itself confused her also, knowing for sure that her brother knew who Big Macintosh was.

Big Mac introduced himself nonetheless. “I’m Big Macintosh Apple, Big Mac for my friends and Mr. Apple for you. Mrs. Berry hired me.”

A lippy attitude against her brother didn't end well most of the time for the other stallion involved. Being violent wasn't in his nature, though he inherited the short fuse of their grandfather for cocky bastards.

“Really Berry? Are you now paying stallions to fuck you over? You’re pathetic. A hooker at least gets some money with the dick!”

“Hardy, I…” Her ears couldn’t believe what she was hearing, folding themselves backward in shock. He had never said something this mean to her through all of her numerous screwups in the past, always remaining her loving and understanding little brother.

The mare crumbled visibly and Big Mac bristled with anger. "That was uncalled for. She's your sister. Apologize right now!”

“Only amateurs puff up to look tough.” The mood in the room reached a dreadful low, matching to Hard Knock’s leveled and calculating tone. “Why do you bother with my deadbeat sister? Is her tail really worth the hassle?”

To Berry’s horror, Big Mac nodded, and Hard Knock drew his hoof back for a swing. Whatever Twilight Sparkle had done to her brother; the textbook arch from his haymaker was a testimony to its effectiveness. The limb shot towards the temple of her new assistant quicker than he would be able to react and Berry jumped to save him from the concussion of a lifetime.

“You pass.”

The dreaded collision of these two stallions never came, the lightning quick hoof only resulting in a quick pat on Big Mac’s shoulder and Berry tumbling to their hooves in a heap.

She scowled from the ground at her smug looking brother. “Did you just pull the same stunt dad used to do with stallions I brought home?”

He helped his sister up and patted the symbolic dirt of her coat. “I can’t stop you from shagging up with every stallion that comes your way, but I sure as hell can arrange that the dirtbags among them don’t stick around.” She gave him a hard poke in the ribs and shoved him slightly towards Big Macintosh before he turned to the confused farmer in their midst. “Every stallion that accepts a beating to protect his mare from harm is okay in my book. Your family name doesn’t hurt either. Apples are decent folk.”

“We are not…” Big Mac’s eyes went wide, and he almost grinned as well from the following words that every stallion wanted to hear from the brother of the mare he was banging.

“I like you Mr. Apple.”

“Call me Big Mac.”

Hard Knock turned back to his disgruntled sister and hugged her. "I'm sorry for the things I said."

"I've said worse to you."

"Yes, you did."

Words out of his mouth not meant as an accusation, merely stating the obvious. The moral high-ground was too far away for Berry to safely stand on for the foreseeable future when it came to giving her brother grief for misbehavior.

“Berry… I love her ok?”

The sincerity in his voice gave Berry pause. The normally so collected bedrock of her life never showed any sign of vulnerability, reasoning it away with being strong for both of them. Breakup after breakup, he had just sat there and endured the tearful temper tantrums for another scumbag that was only after her tail until both of them had become numb to the whole routine. In stark contrast, Berry couldn’t remember a time she met one of her brother’s past marefriends. There certainly had been a healthy number of female companionship due to his lifestyle of equal debauchery from her bad example; he just had decided to grow up and be an adult for both of them.

“I just want to introduce myself to the new mare in your life.”

Now she was given a chance, and she would take it gladly. The whole cider and money affair could wait until later. A time where Hard Knock could fully concentrate on celebrating it without distractions.

During their confrontation, Fluttershy had used the opportunity to hop on the bed and draw the curtain around her and Rainbow Dash. The first thing Berry saw after entering the makeshift lair was yellow and pink. The element of kindness had abandoned her virtue for now and sat there like the ever vigilant gatekeeper of the infernal depths, blocking any sight to the shaking blue pile of misery wrapped in blankets.

Seeing the two pegasi so close together showcased their dramatic differences in body type. Berry hadn’t thought about it as they were face to face, but Fluttershy had a huge build for a pegasus. You could easily confuse the mare for an earthpony regarding size and stature. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, was the model version of a pony made for the sky. Sleek, slim, built like an athlete and noticeably smaller than any other pony in the room.

Due to those differences, the whole scene came off as a pink-maned lion protecting her colorful young and was weirdly adorable, if you didn’t think too much about the fact that they were almost the same age. The former had the same growl like a ferocious beast when Berry inched around the bed to the small bundle under the blanket. She showed Fluttershy a bottle of cider and pointed to Rainbow Dash, calming the caretaker enough to present her peace offering.

“Do you want a drink?” she said and popped the cap of her bottle, bringing about rapid sniffing sounds from the blanket cave.

The cider barely reached the entrance of her little hiding spot before two hooves grabbed for it. Berry was ready and held on, pulling the unsuspecting mare into the open and watching her pounce on the beverage in lightning speed to gulp it down. The brewer had reached her goal. Distracted by the delicious aftertaste, Rainbow Dash didn’t crawl back under the blankets after finishing and cradled the bottle like a newborn with a vacant stare into nothing.

“I can see one of your qualities. Impressive suction.” Rainbow shuddered and licked her lips for cider residue, still not meeting her gaze as Berry inched closer. “From your reputation, I figured you a different pony. Where is the outspoken loudmouth and braggart of Ponyville that believes herself to be better than everypony?”

A bit of fire lit up behind Rainbow’s averted eyes and Berry noticed the subdued reaction with a grin. “You know how to dress for the occasion, though. No wonder my brother gives you the time of day. Who wouldn’t with that kind of desperate incentive?”

The bottle began to shake in Rainbow’s lingerie clad hooves.

“On what street corner of the red light district do the mares wear stuff like that?”

It took a moment for her to realize what Berry was insinuating, but when it hit her, Rainbow hit back.

Right in Berry’s face with a bottle.

The deep groan from Hard Knock behind the curtain almost drowned out the sickening sound of battered bone and shattering glass. For her size, Rainbow could dish out an impressive amount of pain as Berry was soon bleeding profusely from her nose, lips and several cuts on her head, but didn’t so much as flinch when she wiped the blood out of her face.

Neither did she seem angry.

“Mrs. Sparkle could you do something about the broken glass?” A soft glow from outside the curtain took care of the shards and reattached them to a whole bottle. Berry took it and gave it back to the dumbfounded Rainbow Dash. “Are you feeling better after getting that out? Or do you want another swing at the evil town slut?”

Rainbow did feel better. A lot better actually. All the anxiety from her chest was gone after this little outburst of homicidal rage. Like hitting a reset button, her mental state had returned to true neutral and was reassessing the situation in front of her with clear eyes.

With the profusely bloodied sister of her coltfriend as a starting point.

“You did that on purpose?!” Rainbow went to wipe the blood away from Berry’s face with the sock on her hoof and got stopped by Berry, until she used the blanket instead of the exquisite white nightwear, “Riling me up and getting smashed in the head with a bottle?” She had dabbed away most of the blood and pressed the cloth against her wound to stop further bleeding. “I could’ve killed you!”

Berry shrugged with an audible cracking sound from her neck. “Violence is a surefire way to release any awkward tension. My brother gave me that idea, but as usual, he’s better with the execution.” A quick head shake threw a piece of glass out of her ear that Twilight had missed. “Also, don’t flatter yourself too much. You hit hard, but I had love taps from recent lovers that hurt more.”

Rainbow heard a sharp intake of breath outside.

“Oh, quit it, Big Mac! I said I like it rough!” Berry yelled over her shoulder, before taking the cloth from Rainbow and wrapping it around into a makeshift bandage. “A well-meant bit of advice from one mare to another; keep the sexy outfits to spice up your relationship and cut down on the melodramatic bullshit. I can see how uncomfortable you are in this role and so can he. I don’t think my brother has taken a shine to you because of your impeccable sense of romance.”

The sister of his coltfriend was insane. Totally bonkers as far as Rainbow Dash was concerned. Like her brother, Berry lacked any sense of self-preservation when it came to helping loved ones. Where Hard Knock saw nothing wrong in being bodily harmed to bring his sister back on the right path, Berry was equally happy to be glassed by her brother’s marefriend to cut the tension and give some relationship advice.

No sacrifice seemed too much for those two siblings.

Ridiculous, but admirable.

“Good pony…nice pony...” Berry felt a rubbing hoof on the back of her head and turned to see Fluttershy. The pegasus slurred heavily through her words with a dopey smile and glassy eyes. Something was wrong. The little wallflower had shifted gears way too hard. One second she was the fiery protector of her friend, and in the next, she treated Berry like a well-behaved pet.

“Rainbow Dash is an ugly dyke that smells like shit.”

A collective gasp rang through the room.

“Hey!” Rainbow reared up with flared wings. Sister or not, nopony talked to her in such a way and got away with it.

A swiftly raised hoof from Berry stopped the pegasus in her tracks. “Watch what she does.”

The reaction wasn’t as imminent like the others. Fluttershy acted in slow motion, turning her smiling face into a frown with the speed of dripping molasses.

“Bad pony… not nice… “ Timid and pacifistic Fluttershy reared up for a punch under the disbelieving stare of Rainbow Dash and the calculating expression on Berry’s face.

The latter caught the weak swing and used the momentum to catch her. “You’re barely holding together.”

Berry laid Fluttershy down on the mattress as gently as possible. Nonetheless, the pegasus squirmed from every touch like she was covered in ants, moaning and whimpering pitifully. Purple hooves moved back and forth in front of Fluttershy to make her eyes follow. The reactions were sluggish, almost robotic without any conscious decision behind it.

“Flutters?” Rainbow approached with tentative steps as Berry began to examine the body of her friend with a calm but serious expression. So calm, she almost shrieked in surprise when the earthpony exploded in activity.

“What are you doing?!”

Fluttershy was spread-eagled by two strong hooves as Berry buried her face into her crotch and began nibbling on the black catsuit, completely ignoring anything but the task at hand. The only possible explanation for the behavior of the shy pegasus bordered on the impossible. She knew the symptoms and needed certainty. How did Fluttershy gather the mental fortitude to defend her friend in this state? Where had the strength for that lengthy and coherent exposition on pegasi tradition come from? Purely measured by willpower, this mare would be a monster beyond anything imaginable.

Attracted from Rainbow’s yelling, the others pulled the curtain apart and watched with slacked jaws while Berry supposedly committed sexual assault on another mare, pulling, tearing and groping at the skintight suit. Three pairs of hooves grabbed the purple offender roughly, one around her barrel and two at her shoulders, trying to pull her off the squealing Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash, Big Mac, and Hard Knock did their best to stop whatever this supposed to be in their eyes. Berry pushed them angrily away and put her hoof on Fluttershy’s crotch again with a defiant glare at her attackers.

“She’s in heat! Marinating in her juices!” Her hoof rubbed the spot, and the material made a wet sloshing sound, creating another moan from poor Fluttershy.

“Impossible,” Hard Knock said, realizing what his sister was getting at with this stunt. “Any mare during an estrus that intense would have gone bonkers days ago, jumping anything remotely dick-shaped.”

Berry harrumphed at the usual rationality and doubt from her brother. Her head moved to Fluttershy’s nethers and got as much of the fabric as possible in her mouth before ripping a large hole with one powerful pull of her teeth.

"Exhibit A!"

The proof was in the result and trumped any longwinded discussion. Everyone choked at the sudden wall of musky smell coating the air with almost tropical humidity. The stallions in the room began to flare their nostrils uncontrollably and popped massive, throbbing erections that were impossible to hide.

“At least we have volunteers....” Berry grumbled with a good look at Big Mac’s dangling spire, ignoring the erection of her brother for the sake of her sanity. “This is the worst case of heat I’ve ever seen. She’s going crazy from horniness.”

“The poor thing...” Hard Knock whispered, lessening his sincere display of pity by having to keep his erection from dragging on the floor. “Is she ready for foals?”

At this point, you could see a change of expression take place on Twilight’s face.

“...toys won’t do the the same job as a dick and medication…”

A change from guilt-ridden horror to a look of determination.

“... Strong enough painkillers would do more harm than good…”

A look of a mare with a plan to redeem herself.

Out of a pocket from her saddlebag, Twilight levitated something small and presented it. “We can use one of these.”

Berry took the small purple object and mustered it curiously. “What is that?”

The little flat square in her hoof was only the wrapping for a smaller ring inside. She ripped it open with her teeth and suddenly tasted strawberries from the little amount of liquid coming out. The thing inside the package was indeed a soft, plastic-like ring in bright purple. However, the inside of that ring had a thinner layer of the material that you could push out. Pulling it this way over the neck from a cider bottle, it changed its shape from a ring to a small tube with only one opening.

“During my studies, I developed these prototype containers for storing semen directly from the source to prevent degradation of the sample; a pull on containment dome so to speak, but I called it ‘ConDom’ for short.” Twilight looked around to see any reaction to her cleverly branded invention. As nopony seemed too impressed by it, she continued her explanation with a much more subdued tone. “Applied to an erect phallus before coitus, they are designed to keep one hundred percent of the stallion’s sperm inside for further use, so the possibility of pregnancy is zero percent.”

The legs of Berry turned to jelly as the impact on ponykind from those little, unassuming packets sank in. Unlimited safe sex during a heat for every mare on the planet, not just unicorns with complicated contraception spells, and zero chance of getting pregnant? The privilege to bed a stallion during estrus and choose one by your attraction to his cock and balls, instead of his qualities as a potential father in case he knocked you up?

So many wonderful dicks attached to stallions with shit personalities opening up for the female population.

The rest didn’t react as strongly, most likely unable to imagine the possibilities like she could, almost smelling and seeing the wild, unbridled piles of horny ponies during every heat season before her inner eye.

Literal piles of ponies fornicating in the streets.

Twilight Sparkle had created a world changer.

“Are you ok, Mrs. Berry? Can we use my invention?”

Berry pushed those thoughts into the back for now. “We have the tools and the farmhoof to tend her soil.”

The attention of the room turned towards Big Macintosh, who barely had managed to get his erection into a state in which he wouldn’t knock over furniture.

“Me?”

“She’s not talking to me,” Hard Knock had taken a seat on a nearby chair, already completely calmed down to Big Mac’s great jealousy. He wished to have this kind of control over his libido.

“You damn right I don’t!” Berry huffed, “My brother just entered a very loving relationship. Letting him fuck off the yellow from one of her best friends in heat doesn’t sound like the best idea.”

“I’m not insecure…” Rainbow Dash protested grumpily, which everybody ignored as they still focused their attention on the large stallion drifting into deep thought.

And a growing boner.

On principle, Fluttershy wasn’t somepony he would push out of bed under normal circumstances. All of his sister’s friends were bombshells in one way or the other. Even the withdrawn nature couldn’t hide that fact about the quietest one. Behind that shy demeanor was a stunning, curvy and well-developed mare with killer legs to boot.

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t want to. Your little Mac doesn’t lie, you know?”

The wandering thoughts and fumes in the air had reawakened his arousal fully. “You’re ok with that? I mean we just…”

The sudden reluctance of her hunky assistance made her raise an eyebrow. “We what? We had sex and will so in the future after you plowed a gorgeous mare out of her heat without repercussions. Sex for free! What’s the problem here?”

“Nothing I guess…”

“Good,” Berry said with a smile. "Now, use the multitude of your other impressive muscles to lay Fluttershy on the empty bed.”

“Allow me,” Twilight enveloped her in a purple field of magic, feeling the need to be more of use and causing Fluttershy to whimper a bit from being lifted. “On second thought, teleportation might be quicker.”

”No stop!” Hard Knock tried to stop Twilight, but It was already too late to prevent the squirming pegasus from vanishing.

A small flash of light from behind the other curtain showed her new position as whimpers turned to excited calls and sniffing sounds, mixing with groans that were a few octaves too deep to be hers. The parting curtains from the neighboring bed solved that puzzle and granted the gathered crowd front row seats to a very special peep show.

Fuzzy Slippers sat on his haunches with two pumping hooves around his stiff cock. The sheets around him were flecked with several strong smelling stains and gave a preview for what he was rapidly approaching for the fourth time. The stallion didn’t react to his unveiling, feverishly stroking his rod in a vivid daydream of plunging his stallionhood into the silky depths of a willing mare.

A mare that was currently lying in a heap to his hooves, the inhaling nose deeply buried in his ballsack and looking up at the masturbated shaft with burning desire.

“I know you can see me,” Fuzzy said non-plussed, continuing to jerk himself off harder to prove his point. “Do you think that bothers me? I had doctors prod, probe, scrutinize and touch every inch of my body for ages. I will not waste my first real boner in forever because of some spectators, who can’t wash their dirty laundry in private.”

“In fact…” He hunched forward, reaching a shuddering climax in an explosive arc of semen shooting over Fluttershy and the whole length of the bed. “It helps a little.”

“Fascinating…” Twilight grabbed a small cup and a pipette from her saddlebag. The mare stopped her advances under the deadpan stares of the ponies around her.

Fluttershy had jumped up and stuck out her tongue in a futile attempt to catch some of the flying seed like a dog after a frisbee, settling after failure for rubbing her muzzle longingly into a nearby wet spot and making everybody cringe.

All except one.

With purpose in her stride, Berry walked towards the foot of the bed and never broke eye contact with the panting stallion in his afterglow. Her hoof grabbed the clipboard with his medical file from the holder, wiping droplets of cum from the paper and whistled in appreciation.

“All the way down here… not a bad shot for a sickly stallion.”

Fuzzy tilted his head in confusion as Berry took her appraising eyes from him and began to read his file. “Fuzzy Slippers. Earthpony male. Severe magic poisoning from a factory accident in Detrot. Radiation treatment for purification in its last stage. No transferable diseases and no documented addictions or traces of illegal substances.” She flipped over to the next page underneath. “No remaining physical impairments besides the treatment-induced inability to…”

Her face lit up in delight. “...Perfect!”

Without another word, Berry sat down beside him and playfully ruffled his cock like a person would one’s hair and waved Big Mac over to follow. The stallion did so hesitantly, careful to sit down in a spot unsoiled from stallion spunk. Twilight climbed on last after a pointed look of Berry to hurry up.

“Mrs. Sparkle, get us out of here. We have a long night ahead of us.”

“Wait a second! I didn’t agree to any—”

In a flash of light, Fuzzy Slipper’s words of protest cut off with the disappearance of him, Berry, Big Macintosh, Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle, including the bed these five had occupied.

"So..."

And leaving the two remaining lovebirds to pick up the pieces of a chaotic night.

...Last Round Part Two

Of all the things Hard Knock loved about his marefriend, the shrieking high notes her voice could reach during a temper tantrum weren't part of them. With the situation handled and out of their hooves for Berry to handle, Rainbow has had time to think about the past order of events.

“EVERYTHING IS RUINED!”

The result was the current source of discomfort for his ears.

“No, it’s not, Rainbow.” He used his regained mobility to sit down on the bed and put his legs around the hysteric mare. He stroked her mane with his plaster free hoof. “Shh, it's ok.”

She leaned into his touch, but wouldn’t let him console her so quickly. “Every single thing I planned for tonight went wrong. The surprise, the gift, the ceremony, just everything!”

How could she not think this way? How could he not see the undeniable truth? She had failed. Her ideal evening would have played out so much differently; landing gracefully on his bed, waking her coltfriend to let him see awesomeness, and finally giving Hard Knock the same present that her mother had given to her father.

It couldn't get any sappier than that. Rainbow Dash had moved far out of her comfort zone, and the only thing to show for it was shattered expectations in tandem with a ruined image beyond repair. She had made a fool out of herself.

But she wouldn't give up!

A fanatic fire burned in magenta eyes as she spread out her left wing and put gritted teeth around the feather. This would hurt like hell. The usual removal during the ceremony was meant to be a long and sensual affair with your lover. Not that it mattered, several steps in the ceremony were either completely missing or out of order anyway, but she would at least give him the feather before the day was over.

Traditions be damned, Rainbow would see it through no matter what!

That's what she firmly believed until his mouth came down on her face and Hard Knock bit her nose as hard as he could. An unladylike curse escaped her lips and Rainbow fell backward with the larger stallion wasting no time in pinning her body on the mattress. Anger and surprise made her struggle against him, only making Hard Knock lay down more and smothering the petite mare beneath his weight.

“I’m not letting you hurt yourself, Rainbow.”

“Wy nod?” She mumbled into his chest as the heat and musky smell of a male encompassed her.

He felt the shaking against his body. She was scared about his answer. Further explanation was needed to get his point across. After this night, Hard Knock wanted to have removed any doubt about what they had and what they were to each other.

Coltfriend and marefriend.

“I don’t want anything if you think of it as a fee to pay me!” Rainbow flinched at his harsh tone, and he tempered himself to continue with the softest voice he could muster. “There will be a time and place. I promise you.”

“When?”

He kissed her forehead. “A few happy occasions come to mind. After you become a Wonderbolt and achieve everything that you ever hoped to achieve in your career?”

Being able to fly was one thing, but for the heights of performance she was aiming for, Rainbow would need every advantage she could get.

“Or how about the moment we exchange wedding gifts with all of our friends and family in attendance?” His smile got a bit lecherous. “You could wear the same sexy lingerie under your wedding dress for our honeymoon night.”

Rainbow put a mental note into the back of her mind to shower Rarity with thanks at the next possible opportunity.

“The birth of our first foal?” Hard Knock said with much less fervor, being overwhelmed by the idea of having a little version of himself and her running around.

He wasn’t alone with this reaction, seeing Rainbow Dash go a few shades darker from blushing.

“We don’t have to rush things. Let’s enjoy what we have.” He pulled her closer, ”I don’t want you to pay for my love. Let this lucky stallion be a part of your life, not the center of it.”

For a long time, Rainbow Dash said nothing, resting against his chest with furrowed brows.

“I adore you, Rainbow. I’m smitten with you like a lovesick colt!” Hard Knock leaned in for a chaste peck on her lips, opening his mouth to prod for an entry that she granted gladly. Soon their tongues tousled in the familiar dance of arousal as they tasted each other with the fervor of ponies dying of thirst.

Her expression softened after the kiss. “Fine, I see your point.”

Hard Knock visibly relaxed as well, stroking her mane happily for a potential crisis averted.

“Although you think Fluttershy is prettier than me.”

Only to have to dive right into the next one, giving her some room after being sure she wouldn't hurt herself anymore. “What makes you say that?”

Rainbow used her new freedom to roll away from him and laid on her side. “That massive boner you popped wasn’t because of me…”

“She was in heat! I can’t help it!”

Rainbow went quiet, the cold shoulder presented and shaking with rage. A rage without a target. She knew he was right. It wasn’t his fault, just simple biology at work that nopony could escape. This knowledge didn’t make it any less painful to see someone else having this much effect on him.

If anything, it made her feel lesser in comparison.

“Come here you, silly mare....”

Something poked her, sliding along the crevice of her buttcheeks and pressing between each thigh. Content with spooning the lithe body from behind, Hard Knock went to her ear to lick the sensitive tip. His effort was rewarded with a lustful moan that she couldn’t suppress.

“Stop it… I’m angry…”

“Lift the blanket,” Hard Knock said in a pleading tone, pressing his hip closer against her. “Trust me...”

"Fine..." She grudgingly removed the blanket from their bodies and froze.

“Huh.”

She had grown a penis.

“Huh.”

A large, throbbing and stiff as a board penis.

Hard Knock smiled into the back of her head. He had placed himself in such a way that gave the spooned mare a taste of what a male view would be in the morning. His raging erection poked out of her crotch, sandwiched between her soft flesh and rubbing against her creamy thighs.

Even without any help, Rainbow would have recognized this cock from appearance alone by now; from the dark, leathery color of the shaft, the unique shape of his flat tip, to the number and positions of each spot and wrinkle. They say you never forget your first and hers would always be connected to the first tentative looks, tastes and touches on this phallus.

The smell of Rainbow’s borrowed stallionhood hit her; its source oozed slightly from the hardened tip in an almost taunting fashion. She felt squeamish, instinctively rubbing her thighs tighter together and getting aware of another object between them.

“Be careful with those, Rainbow. I think you were quite fond of them.”

She literally had him by the balls.

Her hooves came closer to his moist tip, perplexed by the weird perspective of a dick sprouting from her loins, staying a few inches away like warming them over a fire.

“Why so shy all of a sudden?” He whispered into her ear and used his hooves to lead hers to touch him, slowly letting them rub up and down.

It felt like rubbing a wooden stick, so hard and rigid. “How? I didn’t do anything...”

It didn’t make any sense. How sexy could her whining and complaining have been to a stallion? The clumsy stumbles and interruptions through the ceremony? The level of lameness she had shown and the weirdness of the whole situation? Confused and unsure, Rainbow Dash couldn’t think of a single thing that she could have contributed to this massive arousal.

That’s why he told her.

“Well, let's see…” Hard Knock pretended to muse. "Maybe it's that alluring smell of honey and rosebuds from the bath you had?” He buried his face in the back of her neck, slipping a hoof under the silky nightgown from behind to straddle her chest. “Or your perfectly groomed and shiny coat?”

The preparations besides her outfit may have been a tad extensive. Rarity hadn't pulled any punches for Rainbow to make this night special. The milk bath seemed especially decadent on second thought. At least they had used it both due to Rainbow’s insistence of not being wasteful with all the dairy product.

“Oh, darling don’t be silly. There’s plenty of space in my large tub…”

Even though, Rainbow had intended to take turns, not sharing the bath at the same time.

“...let me scrub that spot for you dear... oh my, it shouldn’t be allowed to have a flank this firm and shapely...”

The tale of that shared experience was a story for another day. Save to say, Rainbow had never been cleaned so thoroughly by anypony.

“...Oh, you perfect buns tell Misstress Rarity your perky little secrets…”

And she had gained a new workout partner for the weekends.

“It could also be the subtle shade of lipstick you’re wearing...” He turned Rainbow's head to lick across her glistening lips. “...and its delicious strawberry flavor!”

Hard Knock grabbed around her waist and rolled, taking a shrieking Rainbow Dash with him and climbing on top of her once they landed back in the middle of the bed. As he towered over her disheveled form, his attention wandered from her elegant neck to her perfectly toned stomach and stopped on the sinfully thin layer of fabric between him and her intoxicating sex with another large intake of breath.

“The scented underwear is also a strong candidate. However, the greatest turn on from your outfit are these babies.” Hard Knock rubbed his cheek against her white stockings, the softness forcing him to shudder in delight. “Simply gorgeous...”

Rainbow thoroughly enjoyed the attention and raised her leg more to grant him full access to every inch for worship. No other description than worship could describe his actions, as he was so tender, so passionate with her hooves, calfs, and thighs, her mind couldn’t comprehend how somepony could love a part of a pony in such a way.

A part of her.

“You, and your weird leg fetish...” Rainbow moaned through a hickey in progress.

He sat up and grabbed her hindlegs, pushing together and letting his stallionhood slide between them in a sensual repeat of earlier, this time from the front to make her see everything. The heavenly friction between the silky fabrics and her subtle flesh urged him to buck his hips slightly in enjoyment.

“Oh, I’m weird? I recall that you have a fixation on something from me in return.”

She blushed from the lewd use of her body. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...”

“You don’t?” Hard Knock asked innocently and put her lifted legs on his shoulders, grabbing Rainbow by the hips and leaning forward. Bendable as she was, the small mare almost folded like a lawn chair under his weight, her temples and ankles touching as he crossed those hindlegs behind Rainbow's head.

“Are you sure my sexy pretzel?” His member was still wedged between her thighs and hardened further. “Remember when you shared some of your fantasies with me in the bath?” Hard Knock chuckled at the sight of her raising an eyebrow with both legs pressed against her cheeks. “Hearthswarming Eve together? Meeting your parents and sex on the kitchen table? Not in that order of course.”

“Get to the point!” she growled and gave the perfect opportunity for some honesty on his part.

“Do you want to hear some of my fantasies? The dirty and lewd things I would like to do with you? I had a lot of time to think about stuff.”

Rainbow tried to look nonplussed, though her twitching ears betrayed her. “What stuff?”

He was finally getting somewhere. If his hunch was correct, his marefriend felt insecure about her attractiveness in comparison to other mares. The solution to that problem was simple; Give an ensemble of lewd thoughts he had about her to show his desire.

Thoughts a gentlecolt learned to keep for himself in the presence of a mare.

“My support of you becoming a Wonderbolt isn’t entirely selfless, you know?” Holding her legs in place, his tongue traveled down and licked through the white panties, getting them damper by the second as a result. “The skintight latex of that flightsuit leaves little to the imagination. Can you imagine how it hugs and pronounces your curves like a thin coat of paint? How your gorgeous ass would fill out and stretch the material to the brim?”

Lips tightened, mimicking a slow downward motion from the crotch to her tail. “My teeth around the zipper, slowly pulling it open and letting your nethers breathe after a long workout? The sweat and musky smell of your sex? The tantalizing sour taste of the first lick?“

Rainbow Dash had something new to put on the list for the day of her acceptance into Wonderbolts.

Hard Knock’s hooves quickly went back below to straddle her thighs. “You also weren't wrong earlier. I love nicely shaped legs on a mare, but there’s something even more exciting to me.”

“What?” Rainbow asked with a dry throat, hoping she had what Hard Knock loved more than her legs.

Legs he had already cherished like a treasure.

He went back to lay on top of her in full. “Through my grandfather, our family had a lot of contact with griffons and pegasi on border patrol, which fueled and grew that fetish over the years.”

“I never noticed anything…” The fear of being inadequate with her assets to arouse him grew.

A quick reassuring kiss was planted on her navel. “You never saw me indulge in that fantasy. No mare or griffoness were ever comfortable with letting me do it to them.”

Something intimate, he never had done with somepony. Once again, Rainbow Dash realized how green she still was with sexual things. She had been a virgin before him. Hard Knock certainly has had other mares before her. Whatever it was what he wanted, Rainbow would be the first to grant him his fantasy.

The thought was exhilarating. “Show me…”

“Spread your wings.”

Rainbow hesitated for the shortest of moments at his command, making Hard Knock think that she would deny his request like other mares in the past, but slowly and steady her wings unfolded as if to tease him. Fully spread out, her massive wingspan covered almost from one side of the bed to the other.

“They’re beautiful…”

Pegasus wings were a marvel of nature. So fragile and yet so strong, carrying a pony through the skies and making the dream of flight come true. Treasures to be handled with respect as pegasi wouldn’t let themselves be in such a vulnerable spot with just anybody.

Even less in the company of a non-pegasus.

“Do you trust me?”

After a slow nod, he released Rainbow from her position as folded pretzel and began to touch her wings. Her legs tensed up instantly and laid back flat on the mattress under the trail of strokes along the edge of her feathers. Primal instinct screamed to pull away and save her wings from the danger of these rough hooves, except nothing about them was rough as they caressed every inch with reverent delicacy.

“This feels amazing…” Rainbow said breathily, barely seconds passed and already becoming putty in his hooves when her left wing got gently lifted to be massaged from both sides.

It relieved Hard Knock to see her this relaxed. With his injuries, he never would have dared to touch her like that and maybe accidentally hurt something out of clumsiness. Every contact was carefully calculated and executed with utmost caution, although feeling the cause of his fetish made him hornier than anything else

To satisfy his desires, he buried himself in her feathers and sniffed them with a deep inhale. Disappointingly, no other scent than a faint soap note came from them. Rainbow’s bath must have been mere hours before, and her wings hadn’t regained the typical pegasi scents from flying.

Hard Knock lived for this mix of rain, dew, and ozone.

“We have to do this again after one of your training sessions,” Hard Knock said dreamily, going away from her feathers and plumage to drag his tongue over the leading edge of her wings. Flavor and feeling were thankfully unchanged, those were harder to get rid off with mere soap, and his eyes lidded slightly from the taste and unique texture on his lips and tongue.

Rainbow watched him feverishly indulge, moving and climbing over her body to get better access to particular spots to sample. Sucking, licking and nibbling. She saw no rhyme or reason in his movement as he acted like a colt in a candy store, savoring every second Rainbow granted him without the usual composure.

And she loved it!

“Keep going… don’t stop…”

Getting bold, his lips descended on a small muscle that connected the left wing with her body. She shook like leaves under the stimulation and slight thrill.

"Don't be scared. I won't hurt you..."

A strong enough injury, like a bite on that spot, could severely cripple a pegasus for months. No better than a grounded bird with clipped wings. Both knew that from their backgrounds as a friend of griffons and aspiring stunt flyer. Letting another pony nibble there and enjoying it couldn't be a stronger sign of trust. The act itself wasn’t that lewd in comparison, although Hard Knock couldn't imagine something more intimate and personal with a lover.

So maybe a bit more wouldn’t hurt?

“I always dreamed of getting masturbated by a strong pair of wings and drench them with my cum,” the embarrassed stallion admitted to his marefriend with a slight blush.

Hard Knock stood over her in silence with no clear idea of what to do after this confession. How do you proceed after sharing something as private as that? Do you start stroking your cock and go for it? Or do you back off and pretend it never happened?

Luckily, she took that decision from him by flapping her wings once and moving them towards him, caressing the underside of his shaft and tickling his balls between the outermost feathers in a playful fashion.

“That sounds awesome...”

A feather touched the wet tip and got stained by the sticky droplets coming out. Rainbow brought the wing with said feather to her mouth and licked it clean. She could still taste traces of his saltiness after getting rid of everything. This new flavourful part of Rainbow would be a reminder of him in lonely hours.

“Something else?” Rainbow said huskily, craving for more erotic nuggets from his horny mind to try out.

Hard Knock bit his lip. Should he tell her? The fetish was relatively new and directly connected to only her, which might flatter or disturb his new marefriend. He pulled himself together with a deep breath and long exhale from his nose. Rainbow had accepted everything else so far, so maybe the next thing wasn’t so far out there?

“It’s really weird...”

The reluctance only managed to make her more excited. “Weirder than rubbing your cock on my wings? Weirder than me thinking about spreading your splooge on my morning toast? Come on give me something juicy!”

The visible turning of gears behind her eyes made the decision of telling his kink for him. What else could he do but come clean at this point? Saying nothing and letting her fill the blanks? He wouldn’t leave any room for the mind monstrosities she could come up with on her own. A little demonstration was in order, and after that, Rainbow could decide if it’s gross.

All cards on the table.

"In my head," Hard Knock got closer to her crotch, "your pregnancy and birth of our first foal should be this heartwarming event, but all my selfish mind could think of is my benefit from it.”

Rainbow didn’t object to his advances, though some nervousness and small jitters in her movement showed worries.

“The widening of your sexy hips…”

Next thing she knew, Hard Knock had put his teeth on the front of her panties and one hoof on each side, pulling them down and starting to strip Rainbow from her undergarment. Her butt exposed, his hooves slid under her body to caress the cheeks in a circular motion.

“...the extra mass on your amazing ass…”

She came to love the attention her posterior was getting these days. Somewhere along the line, the training plan to get rid of the small amount of extra fat had turned into adjustments to make it work. The new aerodynamics and wind resistance barely had changed anyway, and considering her prolonged stay in the hospital; she had to shake off the rust and adjust anyway.

At least this way, she would have something to get her stallion’s attention by a simple shake of her bum.

“...satisfying your hormonal horniness at call during the whole eleven months…”

Rainbow found herself entranced by his narrative. Timid like a kitten, she helped him to strip the panties off by pulling her left hindleg while he held the fabric in place. She opted to help him the same way on the right and found herself puzzled by his reaction. Instead of removing, he put her hindleg through both holes of her underwear and rolled it up into a makeshift white garter around her thigh. One look and Rainbow could almost imagine the squealing of Rarity at the sight of her new erotic accessory.

“...and most importantly the childish thought that our foal wouldn't be the only one enjoying your little treat.”

Wearing her fine white undergarment but still exposed, Hard Knock grabbed the inside of her thighs and pushed them open as he plunged. Lips tightened around something she honestly forgot she had. Under a layer of neatly groomed blue coat that you had to brush aside, laid the two pinkish nubs which would develop and grow into milk-giving teats during a mare’s pregnancy.

“What are you doing?” she asked, watching him suckle on her nub with gusto. If a mare wasn’t with a foal, the small nipples didn’t have much more sensitivity than a kneecap, leaving it usually unattended and forgotten by ponies during intercourse.

“I wonder what your milk would taste like?” Hard Knock’s lips let go of the reddened nipple, and his tongue licked around the areola in deliberate circles. “Thick and creamy? Sweet or salty? I would envy our little colt or filly for this beverage, but there will be plenty opportunities for daddy to sample mommy after she nourished our foal with her swollen and brimming teats.”

Rainbow Dash had thought she could handle anything he would throw at her.

“I see myself getting addicted. Starting every day with a nutritious breakfast in bed, drinking and sucking each other dry.”

She had thought of herself as a natural to intimacy by now.

“Maybe your mounds grow big enough to put my cock in between and use them as my personal masturbation tool?”

She had thought wrong.

“Marking you every day as mine and finish all over your perfect body."

So wrong.

Rainbow Dash blushed harder than she ever had in her entire life. Her head was playing his vivid description as a movie, and she could almost feel how the dirty deed would be. It was weird, sweet, sexy and a bit deranged, making her excited for this twisted form of foreplay as he kept licking and sucking on the tingling nipples.

“By Celestia I get it!“ Rainbow yelled in lure of the graphic pieces of evidence he provided with barely suppressed glee in her voice. “I’m the sexiest mare in the world! You want to do perverted stuff with me! Just me and nopony else!”

Others might think the reasons for her joy were shallow, but being pervertedly lusted after from the stallion she loved came close to a cup of water in the dessert.

Rainbow "Tomcolt" Dash had something no other mare had with Hard Knock.

“The tight uniform… the wingjob...” Another whimper escaped from a nibble, “...My teats. I want it! I want all of it!”

Why wait, though? She gently slid her hoof through his scrubby mane and watched him fondly as he pretended to feed on her with plans already beginning to form. Plans to make those fantasies a reality. She could ask Rarity for a uniform to roleplay and pleasuring Hard Knock with her wings sounded easy enough to add to their foreplay. The only problem was her empty and flat milk tanks.

As appealing as it sounded, the thought of becoming a mother for the satisfaction of a fetish was ludicrous. Hard Knock seemed to think so as well, shown by his reluctance to tell Rainbow and his content with just pretending.

Maybe Twilight knew a spell.

The nerdy unicorn owed Rainbow big time for her little stunt earlier, and somewhere in that massive egghead could be a way for getting some milk flowing to feed her stallion.

Celestia, it sounded so wrong and yet so right!

Before her musings could go any further beyond the pale, he stopped licking and laid on top of Rainbow once again. “I know you want this badly right now… but there's something else I want to do more.”

The dumbstruck expression on her face was comical.

Slowly, his legs snaked around her and pulled their bodies together until you couldn't have fit a post stamp in between them. Her eyes darted around feverishly in anticipation to find out his intention. Hard Knock's grip was tight but not hurtful as his hindlegs also slung around her hips and clamped down.

"Let me cuddle you."

She waited for more words in excitement. She waited for her coltfriend to add something or explain ‘cuddle’ as a euphemism for a mind-blowing form of sex. He kept silent and steadfast in holding her tightly like a vice.

The sexual curiosity changed quickly into curiosity about what in the world he was thinking.

“Your friend stopped casting her spell on me as she left. I don’t know how much longer we have.” Hard Knock tightened his hug with all the borrowed strength he could muster. “ Let me use the remaining time for what I wanted since I grown to love you.” The shaking intensified. “I want to hold my marefriend without anything in the way. No hindering casts, no itchy bandages, no broken bones and torn muscles.”

He was afraid of what's to come. Cruel fate made him relieve his accident all over again. Only this time, he would be awake to witness his loss of ability to move in slow, agonizing motion. A glimpse of paradise before the gates would slam shut again for a long time.

“I demand a lot of tongue action and your cock inside me during the cuddling.” Hard Knock stared as if she had grown a second head. “What? That’s my counteroffer. Take it or leave it!” Rainbow began to blush and made it a point to not look at him. “I want to feel the massive boner I created through my sexy awesomeness!”

“You’re cute...” He kissed Rainbow on the forehead to stop a frown. “And sexy...” The next kiss aimed at her nose and he aligned himself at her soaking wet entrance. “And totally amazing.” The third kiss was planted firmly on her lips as he entered her with a slight buck of his hips.

She didn’t reply verbally to her new feeling of fullness, preferring to show him with her actions. Front- and hindlegs wrapped around him, mirroring Hard Knock’s motions as they entangled to one big bundle of warmth. Although only for a small time, they got a glance of how things could be every night after the hospital and the long way of recovery.

“Hold me tighter…”

If this was the light at the end of Hard Knock's tunnel, it had been worth all the pain and suffering.

“...You're warm...”

All of it had ultimately led to meeting her.

"...and smell nice..."

It’d been worth it.

“...But seriously, I want to fuck later. Your smutty mind made me horny as hell!”

Hard Knock wouldn’t trade this for anything.

Author's Note

That's it folks... for the most part.

This story is finished and will be concluded with a small epilog. Hopefully soon.

I thank you as reader for showing interest in this story and sticking with it to the end.

I thank all my proofreaders, editors and helpful commenters that helped me along the way in writing this story.

As writer I hope to see you again in the comments for my future projects and as small nugget I give you the cover for a planned story:

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BobAlcove