What Happens in Pegasus

The mid-morning sun shines upon the vibrant white clouds of Rainbow Dash’s floating home, lighting it up like a beacon as your wings carry you there. It had become a habit for you to visit her before she leaves for her morning weather patrol shift, often having time for some… intimate activities beforehand. Every time you visit Dash as she’s getting ready, and every time she reminds you why you fell in love with her. It’s a routine you both enjoy.

Upon arrival, you do the usual recital of knocking on her front door with a fore-hoof. However, you weren’t expecting the door to creak open of its own accord; it must have been ajar.

“Rainbow Dash?” you call out, sticking your head through the open door, “Dashie, it’s me! Are you home?”

“Come upstairs!” a sultry voice calls from the floor above. Part of you wonders what she’s planning, while the rest of your senses just tell you to go with the flow.

You make your way up to Rainbow’s bedroom, pushing the door open as you enter and see… oh dear Celestia.

A pegasus of soft blue fur and multicoloured hair lies on the bed, her reddish-purple eyes half shut and a hopeful smile on her face. She bears all the signs of somepony anticipating the very near future. You can guess what that future involves.

“I’m taking the day off from weather patrol,” she says, “so we have most of the day to ourselves. Just you and me, rookie.”

“Most of the day?” you ask, shutting the bedroom door behind you and trotting towards the bed, “Why don’t we just call it the whole day? I’m sure the bed won’t mind.” By this point, you’ve already climbed onto the bed, cheekily positioning yourself over the mare you love. She barely holds back a chuckle.

“Aw, stop it!” she jokes with a blush, “I’m talking about the welcoming party we’re going to tonight! You didn’t forget, did you?”

Oh, of course! You remember talking to Rainbow Dash about one of Applejack’s friends; whoever it was, they were having a party over at Sweet Apple Acres tonight, complete with cider, snacks, friends and an all-round good time. Dash wouldn’t miss those kind of parties for the world.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget.” you say, giving her a peck on her adorable blue snout. She kisses back in her usual spunky style.

“Sure ya didn’t.” she squirms about under you, trying to escape from another inbound peck. You hold her tighter and deliver another one, this time on her lips as she giggles. She holds you with her fore-hooves and flips you over, so your places are switched; now she’s on top of you, and you‘re at the mercy of the flurry of kisses.

You recognise the pattern of intimacy already, usually it starts with a playful back and forth kiss-chase, just like this. Then comes the rough playing on the bed. Then comes the fiery kissing, tongue and all. Then comes the passionate lovemaking.

Today, thankfully, is no different.

Soon, you’re playfully holding her down, rubbing her wings that grow more and more stiff. Rainbow Dash massages whatever part of you she can get her hooves on. When your bodies tangle with sweat and arousal, it transcends into a contest of lips and tongues, your kisses as hot as your pumping blood. After a few more minutes, you know exactly what wonderful thing is coming up next…

*******

Half an hour later, and your body is alive with the sensual thrill. Needless to say, your partner feels the same way as you fulfil your side of the act. Her eyes are tightly shut, as usual, no doubt so she can feel every detail from your furious and formidable work. It’s a shame, really; as much as she enjoys having her vividly colourful eyes shut, you really miss looking into them at times like this. It’s one of the many things you love about her.

A sudden realisation crosses your mind amidst the mounting passion; you’ve never once told her you love her. It’s been conveyed to her time and time again, and she’s acknowledged it, of course, but you’ve never actually said it to her face. Perhaps that’s because you’ve never needed to.

Her voice begins to break, rising in pitch with each moan. You recognise that sign all too well; she’s reaching her climax, her best part of the night. What better time to tell her what she knows?

Keeping the same rhythm in your hips, you lean in towards her twitching ear, enjoying the sounds of her being seconds from bursting in ecstasy. Your own pressure starts to build, with the intention of finishing at the same time as her. You whisper the words every boyfriend should, if only for the courtesy of telling her, while giving her the best feeling a couple could share.

“I love you, Rainbow Dash.”

“I love you too, Soarin’.”

…What?

Fff… Bucking what!?!

Your body - along with your senses - grind to a halt right there and then, forcing back the pleasure you were experiencing seconds ago; there‘s no way you‘d be able to finish with that echoing in your skull. You catch your breath, trying to piece together what she said, why she had just said that.

Her eyes flick open, fixing you with an odd look as to why you stopped so abruptly. A moment later, that look is replaced by sheer horror when it dawns on her. She nearly lets loose a curse when she realises, covering her mouth to prevent the situation from getting any worse. After the slowest, most awkward few seconds you’ve ever shared, you pull yourself out of her, and crawl off her bed. It takes even longer for you to form a word.

“Soarin’?”

Rainbow Dash doesn’t answer right away, her face already glowing with embarrassment. Her line of sight drops to the floor, not even able to bear looking at you in this state.

“It just slipped out.” she says quickly. She knew that alone wouldn’t be able to fix what happened, but…

A terrible thought enters your head. You dread to ask.

“How long have you been doing this? How long have you been thinking about him like that? While we were..?”

She doesn’t answer that. She doesn’t want to; she knows the honest answer would just make things worse. Instead, she just mumbles;

“Sorry. The last thing I want is for you to feel like this-”

“Then why were you even thinking of him?” your voice snaps a little harsher than you intended, “Am I not good enough, Dash? Am I just gonna be a rookie to you forever? If Soarin’ just dropped by right now and told you to dump me in favour of him, would you?“

“Heck no!” Rainbow Dash snarls back, flaring up her wings in defiance, “Of course I wouldn’t! But that shouldn‘t stop me from thinking about him! It‘s my mind, I can think what I want, even if that‘s just some crush I‘ve had since I was a filly!”

“Just some crush!?” you bark, “You called his name out - you said you loved him - while we were having sex, Rainbow!”

“Geez, say that a little louder, why don‘t ya!?” she shouts, each step of the argument getting louder in an attempt to overrule each other’s yelling, “Do you really mean to say you don’t have a silly crush of your own!?”

“You are my crush, Dash!”

“So you know what it feels like to have one!”

“I- you- but-” you give up. There’s not much else to say than what’s in the open right now. “If that’s how you feel, go ahead then! You’re their biggest fan, you know where the Wonderbolts are performing next! Fly there and offer yourself up to Soarin’, I‘m sure he’ll be more than willing to give you a quick screw!”

“FINE!” she shrieks, “Maybe I will then! At least he wouldn‘t make such a big deal out of nothing!”

“Is that what this is to you, Dash!? Nothing!? FINE!” On that note, you slam her bedroom window open, and climb onto the windowsill.

“Rookie, wait-”

“And quit calling me that!”

Just before you make the leap, you hear her call you by your real name.

You ignore it. Instead, you drop from her window, falling past her cloud-house and towards the Ponyville streets below, letting the wind whip through your mane for a moment before unfolding your wings and making a beeline back to your own home.

The fewer ponies to see your tear-streaked face, the better.