Soarin and the Ear-Scratching Session
Soarin could not believe it. This was the greatest day ever since he discovered pie to be so delicious! And that is saying something, because he and his pie are inseparable. I should know, because I tried stealing one of his pies and ended up with a black eye and no breath whatsoever.
But that isn't what I'm talking about. Rainbow Dash had invited him over to her house! This is farther than he got with Spitfire, which ultimately ended when his twitterpatedness had got him a mean right hook. He rotated his jaw. Yeah, he could still feel that. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could stop how excited he felt. He was undressing from his uniform so fast that, in fact, he ripped his Wonderbolts suit. He grimaced. Spitfire would kill him so brutally he would become alive again because of the pain.
But he didn't stop for a second. He threw his uniform in the bag, making sure that his pie he had smuggled in was nice and delicious before he rushed out the door and took off.
While flying at nearly one hundred miles per hour, Soarin's thoughts wandered from his surroundings. Why, perhaps, would Rainbow Dash invite him over? His eyebrow cocked, he thought of many things. A hangout. A date. Sex. He shook his mind of the thought. Naw, Soarin thought, that's just too fast. But Rainbow Dash did walk to him after the performance blushing. So she had something in mind. Hell, he was blushing maybe as hard as she was. So... maybe a date? Soarin didn't want to get his hopes up; that was who Rainbow Dash was. But his hopes, whether he liked it or not were as high as Pinkie after drinking a cup of coffee. He just couldn't stop them.
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived in Cloudsdale, approaching a Grecian-esque white tower. It had a domed top, with a rainbow coming from the top of it at the arc of Rainbow Dash's tail—
Soarin stopped that thought before it started. He couldn't go into this like that. He would end up looking at her physique, her beautiful, luscious—Dammit, thoughts! Soarin yelled internally. Anyways, that would make things that much more awkward. No, he's here to learn about her personality. Yeah, yeah. He was not there for the former. Who knows, maybe her personality is better than her fla... flowers... yeah, flowers.
After seeing the obvious lack of flowers from the cloud, he approached the tower, sucking in a breath of anticipation. His heart was hammering, and a drop of sweat trickled from his brow and under his chin. Is it always this unnerving? he asked himself. To go and knock on a girl's door? All of his prior courage had left him, like, "Screw you, Soarin, I've got better places to be." Grunting, he forced his hoof onto the door, with a nice, solid... soft tap.
Soarin gulped down the rock in his throat. He had to do it, he knew it. He couldn't keep Rainbow Dash waiting. The last thing he wanted was to leave her disappointed, and the slight possibility that this crush would be a bust. He puffed out his chest in pride, and he lifted his hoof once again. I will be confident, he told himself. I will be the stallion that Rainbow Dash has ever wanted. I will be—oof!
The door had opened as Soarin was leaning into the knock. He plummeted forward, landing nice on his chin in his doorway, the impact knocking his teeth to his brain. Above him was a cyan pegasus, luscious but toned body, rainbow-lightning-bolted flank, and flowing rainbow-colored mane and tail.
Soarin's face burned bright red. Oh, this is just swell, he thought as Rainbow Dash looked down at him, opening her mouth to speak.
"Dude," Rainbow Dash said, "you all right?" Her deep blue eyes studied him, slightly raising an eyebrow.
Soarin blushed even more. He pushed himself from the ground, head aching. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just a big klutz, y'know." He rubbed his chin.
Rainbow Dash smiled. "That's good to hear... I-I mean, that you're good and all, not that you're a klutz, or anything..." She dragged her gaze from him, red glowing from her cheeks.
Soarin didn't know how to respond. She definitely liked him back. That made a date more and more likely. His blush burned more furiously as he said, "Ah, well, I..." He had absolutely forgotten what he was going to say. Screaming at himself internally, he just said, "Yeah...," followed by silence. One minute. Two. Three. Four—
"Yeah," Rainbow Dash finally said, "how about you come inside?"
For a second, Soarin was surprised she could speak. "Yeah, yeah, let's go," he rushed, feeling a little sick inside from the awkwardness. Upon entering, he was quite surprised to find a couple busts of Wonderbolts to the left and the right of the entrance. The stairway led up into the second floor, where it led more into a ceiling. "Follow me," she said, trotting towards the steps to the right. She started to ascend, looking behind her to see Soarin, standing confused.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "I did say follow me," she repeated, leaning against the banister.
Soarin snapped out of his daze. "Oh, right." He was curious at where she was headed. She wasn't stopping in the living room—foyer would be a proper word for it—so where would she be going. Something clicked, but he brushed the possibility aside. That's not gonna happen, he thought. It would be way too fast. He trotted up to and behind Rainbow Dash, up the stairs, and up another flight into an extrusion from the ceiling, or a slot in it, moreover. She opened an oak door into a room with Grecian/Roman style pillars along the walls. On a platform to the north of the room was a mattress with a cloud-like frame, with a reddish-pink pillow and blanket, the blanket with the design of her cutie mark sewn into it. To the right and left of it sit two nightstands, one with a framed picture and the other with a stack of books that seemed to be parts of the Daring Do series, some of the covers signed.
Rainbow Dash cursed under her breath.
"Pardon?" Soarin said.
"Nothing!" she snapped, climbing onto the platform, sweeping the books off with one swipe. She twirled to meet Soarin's gaze, looking down to the floor. "Yeah-ha-ha-ha," she nervously laughed, "you... you didn't see anything."
Soarin assumed a blank expression. "Like all of the Daring Do books so far?" A smile crept up on his face. "Nice hobby, by the way."
Rainbow Dash's eyes widened in surprise. "Ah... yeah, yeah, it's a hobby, I guess..."
Soarin's smile widened, then disappeared, then swallowed yet another rock down his esophagus. "Aaaaaanyways," he started, "you wanted me to come over foooor...?"
Rainbow Dash was leaning on the bed. "Oh, yeah, well..." She blushed immensely. "I was sort of embarrassed to ask at first, because I thought it would be a straight-up no. But... for the longest time, I've always had an itch..."
Soarin's heart hammered like he'd just ran a marathon. No way, he denied. Sex? Sex.
"... behind my ear," she finished.
Just as it was getting excited, his heart sunk. "That... that is it?"
Rainbow Dash lifted an eyebrow. "Yes... yeah, that's pretty much it." Seeing Soarin's expression, she was quick to back it up. "I mean, it's really tough to reach on my own, and I thought you would be willing to, you know, scratch that itch."
Soarin sighed. "Sure, I guess I am willing. Since I'm here and stuff."
Rainbow Dash tilted her head to the side a titch. "Hey, don't look so glum. We'll do stuff after. I mean, why would I just invite you over to scratch my ear?" More blushing.
Soarin nodded and walked over to Rainbow Dash's bedside. "Which ear?" he asked.
"The outside ear," she answered, tilting the side of her head that she was talking about up. "Go for it whenever you're ready, man."
With a slight roll of the eyes, Soarin situated himself between the wall and Rainbow Dash, gently lifting his hoof. What can possibly go wrong with this? he asked any disapproving thoughts. He hovered his hoof over her ear, nicking it ever so gently, and placing it behind. Here goes, he thought, dragging the tip of his hoof gently between the cartilage of the ear and her head.
For the first couple seconds, nothing. He was just scratching Rainbow Dash's ear, looking around, hoping to find something to talk abou—
"Mmmmhh..."
Soarin slowed his scratching, his ear twitching. Did she just... moan? he thought.
"Don't stop..." Rainbow Dash commanded. "Keep going... I'm not done yet."
It took a second for Soarin to get up to his original speed. That was wierd... he thought. It was sorta sexy though. But I don't want to have her do that agai—
"Ahhh... that's the ticket."
Fuck! He looked uncomfortably around, starting to cross his hind legs. I can't handle this any longer... please, just don't...
His wish was granted... for about three seconds.
"Ahhh... ahhh..." Rainbow Dash moaned. "Harder..."
He did so.
"Harder."
His hoof dug in her skin.
"Harder!"
He was afraid he was going to rip her ear off.
"All right, all right," she said, after about five minutes of vigorous scratching. "I'm done, I'm done..."
Soarin gingerly lifted his hoof away. He flicked it a couple times to loose the stray hair. A million comments surged through his head, all of them sounding so dickish he wouldn't forgive himself. "So, you like that?"
Rainbow Dash nodded. "Yeah, yeah it was really nice." She swooped a hoof, following the pendulum with her eyes. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you. I guess it was really selfish of me to ask you to do something so stupid."
Soarin shrugged. "Ah, well, you can't do everything on your own, I guess."
Rainbow Dash nodded once again. "I guess."
Soarin could be silent for only two seconds before blurting, "You sure that there isn't sexual sensory in that there ear of yours?" He sucked in his lips. For a second there, he thought he would be punched in the face, though already mentally. There he was, being an idiot again.
But, luckily, Rainbow Dash didn't take offense. She just giggled. "I don't think that's how horse anatomy works, Soarin," she replied. "But in the end, it could be orgasmic."
Soarin grunted softly in acknowledgement. Then he just couldn't shut up. "You ever had one?"
"What?"
"Nothing."
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "To answer your question, Hornin, no, still a virgin."
Soarin knit his eyebrows. That hurt.
She leaned to one side. "So," she said, puffing out her cheeks, "what's next?"
Soarin shrugged. "The other ear?"
"No, I think that's fine."
Soarin thought for a bit. "How about theorizing about Daring Do?"
"Or a bite to eat."
"Or both."
Rainbow Dash smiled. "I'm liking you even better, Soarin." Her cheeks turned red again.
Soarin shrugged. "Isn't that the reason why you invited me over, and the same reason for me that I came in the first place?"
Rainbow Dash smiled. "Yeah."
Author's Note
... That was awkward.
But anyways, I have no idea where this came from. I just wrote. I don't even know if it's crappy or not, kinda like The Straightforward (Yet Really Confusing) Biography of Tom the Boulder. In fact, with all my works of fiction. So, hope you enjoyed, I guess.