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).

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