Weekend At Dashie's

by Topside

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Rainbow Dash, Other, Romance
Length: 4965

Written at request; You™ visit Rainbow Dash's dorm for the weekend. What you think happens actually happens.

A week's worth of bits for a weekend-long spell, and you probably wouldn't get out of Rainbow Dash's dorm room for a single minute. Was it worth it?

Yes. Yes it was.

Shameless clop with just enough buildup to justify it. Written upon request!

Published 2014-12-06 20:00:09 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-13 10:02:51 UTC

Chapter 1

“Ugh, why are you so heavy?”

It wasn’t that you were particularly heavy, but it was rather a miracle that the filly—maybe a bit conservative of a word; she was what would pass for late teenage years—had borne you the way she had. Most fully grown pegasi that had offered you a lift in the past had clearly worked themselves to their limit in doing so, and it wasn’t the implications of a pony-back ride that had made them decline to do so again.

The fact that Rainbow here had lifted you with just a bit less effort than they had spoke worlds of her talent and strength, or maybe it was the innate pegasus magic you’d come to accept as just another fact of life of Equestria. Whatever it was, she had it to spare, but you didn’t dare to voice any sentiment one way or another until there was a safe layer of cloud below you.

That thought still didn’t comfort you as she cleared the edge of the massive, rolling cloud-bank that was the foundation of Cloudsdale Academy. Like the others in close proximity, it seemed to be constantly in motion and yet perfectly still. You didn’t feel safe approaching the “ground” and you knew you wouldn’t until you were sure the charm you’d paid for really proved its worth.

As worried as you were, you didn’t see Rainbow Dash pick up on it with a devious smirk.

She let you go.

An unfinished, terrified expletive became muted as you finished the scream with your face in the cloud. It wasn’t unlike screaming into a pillow, and as your heart stopped thudding in your chest, you realized that the charm had worked. You didn’t even hear the hooffalls as Rainbow landed beside you, but you did hear the gleeful cackling of a pony most satisfied with her prank.

“Ah, lighten up, big guy. You know I would never have let you fall if that mumbo-jumbo didn’t hold. Right?”

Did you? You looked up from the clouds under you and were prepared to fix Rainbow with the glare to end all glares, but you saw it in her eyes. She was right; she never would’ve let you fall. She’d have hit the ground first.

It was insanely easy to forgive ponies, but most of the time it was because they were just too adorable to stay mad at and far less often did you see such a fire in their eyes. Besides, as you valued your life, you’d never call Rainbow adorable to her face.

After deciding that you were confident enough to stand, you let Rainbow help you to your feet as a sign of good faith. It also gave you an excuse to rest a hand on her warm body, which brought you back to the reason you’d spent a week’s worth of bits on the weekend charm.

A weekend with Rainbow at her dorm.

As things were, she’d dropped you almost fully on the doorstep of the large building carved from what seemed hardened cloud formations. As she led you up the stairs you heard her hoofsteps again, and you realized that it was incredibly solid (or at least to those suffused with pegasus magic). No longer the spongy, mattress-like texture of the front lawn, this had weight and substance.

It looked like quite the old building though it could have been made last week with what you knew of pegasus techniques. White cumulonimbus was streaked here and there with dark thunderhead, lending it the look as well as the feel of dew-coated marble. Rainbow nudged the door open for you, and when it closed behind, the click echoed through the smooth foyer.

After that, nothing.

“Told ya. It’s just you and me.” A nuzzle from behind became a full-body caress as she strode around to your front side again, grinning over her shoulder. Her tail was just barely in the way of where your eyes were naturally drawn. “We could totally get started right here and nopony would see us,” she teased.

Shaking your head with some reluctance prompted her to dash up the stairs without even touching them. She turned at the top and beckoned you with a gesture of her foreleg. “C’mon then! You gotta find me first. I’ll be in my room!”

As you leapt up the stairs, she disappeared down the hallway that extended to the right. A cloud-carved plaque, once you reached the top of the stairs, could be read designating it the “East Wing” but given the mobile nature of the entire freaking city, you thought at the back of your mind that designation was up to some interpretation.

Not so Rainbow Dash’s dorm room. As worried as you were that it would take long minutes to find hers out of the dozens around, the instant you laid eyes on the sixth door on the right you knew it was hers. The fact that her cutie mark was stamped on the door over an unfamiliar one—three pink butterflies, it looked like—was irrelevant; it was the only one with the sock over the handle.

Subtle, Rainbow Dash. You opened the door and at first you began to doubt your choice with no Rainbow in sight. Announcing your presence with a hesitant voice, you stepped in. The door clicked shut behind you, locked, and the pegasus swept down from the space just over it, half-carrying and half-knocking you onto the nearest bed.

She was on you in an instant, rainbow mane framing her half-closed eyes as she crashed her lips against yours, panting heavily through her nose as she made out with you, her readily evident arousal building swiftly as her tongue teased against your own. Hers was superior in every way: Size, skill, and, of course, speed. You kept up as best you could, but making out with Rainbow Dash was never a game you tried to get ahead in; you just held on for the ride.

You also held onto her flanks, squeezing the toned muscles and prompting her to arch her back with a slightly louder moan. Her forequarters pressed down against your chest, and you swore you could feel her heartbeat against your own as she closed her eyes, not giving an inch of ground. You’d almost taken the lead for an instant, and she wrested it back.

After what seemed an eternity, both of your lips glazed with each others’ taste, she pulled back from the kiss, smooth teeth pinching at your bottom lip and tugging until it slipped free, her nose to yours. “You got a problem with these clothes. Fix it.”

You worked enough buttons loose on your shirt to wiggle it up and over your head, tossing it to some unseen corner of the room while Rainbow slid down. She would complain about your clothing, but she understood on a very primal level that half of the fun of a gift was in unwrapping it.

Dextrous, practiced teeth worked at your belt, a hoof helping to undo the buckle—and strayed a little lower, to the stretching denim, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat—then pulling it completely off. It gave a light crack, like she was supposed to be Daring Do with a whip or something, and she tossed it aside. You always worried what would happen if she were to keep hold of the belt longer.

You reached down and undid the button, the only part she wasn’t all that good at, and with another tug your zipper slid all the way down. The pegasus set her teeth carefully around the denim just below, and tugged as you lifted your waist from the bed. With an urgency you forced your shoes off of your feet just in time for her to remove your pants entirely. Only your boxers remained in the way, and it was a miracle she had the focus to tug them free in the same manner without missing or worse.

Your cock sprung free, and it was only then that you seemed to notice the constant chill in the air; another advantage of being a pegasus was that she never felt it. A shiver ran through you and she seemed to realize what was wrong.

Her body was ten times warmer as she pressed it against your naked form. She kissed your lips again, but slower and more passionate this time, moaning against them as her tongue flicked against yours, and the whole time she was beginning to steadily dry-hump you, her wings spread wide above her until they trembled. As overwhelming as her taste and sweet breath were, you could also smell something else.

Cloudsdale didn’t seem to have any ambient scent, so when you began to pick up that unique mixture of musk and a fresh rainshower, you realized that Rainbow was literally dripping over you already. She confirmed this with a stroke of her body against yours that went higher, and your shaft was left glistening in her wake.

“Fuck I need you inside me,” she growled, only somewhat breaking the kiss; her lips stayed pressed to yours even as she spoke. “Hold it so I can ride you.”

Your orders given, you took a hand that had returned to her flanks without so much as a thought and gripped your own member, angling it upward and back. She didn’t waste time; another forward rock and then her body pressed back. With a wet sensation, her tight lips met your tip, stretched around it, and seemed to seal behind it while she sank down on you to the hilt.

“Ah!” Her scratchy, squeaky voice filled the room. You kept your eyes open with great effort and you were rewarded with the sight of her ears pinned back against her slightly damp mane, eyes closed tightly in bliss and her muzzle agape, panting and even drooling a bit over you. It was the most feminine you ever got to see of Rainbow, and the sight melted your heart and made your cock twitch fiercely in the hot confines of her cunt.

After the moment of overwhelming ecstasy was passed, she began to rock back and forth again, but no longer the broad motions from the brief make-out session; these were controlled bucks of her hips, rising smoothly and falling sharply on your cock. You began to lift your own hips to meet hers, eager to feel her heat wrapping around every inch of you, and your reward was another one of those adorable and arousing wordless squeaks of pleasure.

The scent of Rainbow Dash was no longer something you noticed, but something that engulfed you like her warmth, the silky texture of her fur, the power in her muscles as she worked over you. You were quite figuratively drowning in her essence, and you couldn’t be happier. Your hand returned to her flank, no longer needing to keep yourself guided into her, and your palm elicited a sharp smack against her cutie mark.

For an instant she felt like a vise. A slick and quivering, already-tight tunnel you were balls-deep inside, and she clenched—and tensed above you as well—with every ounce of her strength in response to your smack. Her eyes were open again, and it took a moment to realize she wasn’t actually angry at you for the inadvertent spank. She spoke.

“Harder.”

This was new, but not unwelcome. She was in charge—honestly you felt a little afraid at the concept of saying no—so it seemed perfectly acceptable to acquiesce to her demand for more. You lifted your hand, gave another sharp upwards thrust into her, and brought your open palm down with deliberate force this time. Her toned flank rippled for just an instant after, and every muscle in her body tensed. It was a miracle that you didn’t cum inside her then and there.

“Nngh! Harder!”

You smacked her other flank this time, to her very vocal delight. It was a good thing that the rest of the student body was out for the weekend or your passionate rutting would have grabbed the ear of every pony in the building. Another smack, her left flank this time and on the withdrawing stroke. She clenched around you hard enough to almost keep you from pulling back.

She shuddered over you, a sign she wasn’t far off. If you’d known she liked being spanked so much you would’ve been indulging her this since long ago. You gave your arms a break after a few swats and just held her tight, palms on her flanks and fingers teasing at the cleft of her rear as she bounced up and down on you. Between her moans and yelps of ecstasy the sound of her soaked crotch fur against you provided a lewd, staccato background noise that only spurred you on more.

You were getting close, and there was nothing you could do to stave it off at this point. You’d think more on how it could have backfired later, but in the moment it seemed a good idea. Your fingertips were so close to that heat under her tail already and she’d proven to like some more adventurous things. You gave her flank one more sharp slap as your own moans became urgent in warning, and as she braced herself to bounce on you as deep as possible, you teased a single digit just a little farther.

It was only the slightest bit of penetration, but you felt her hot and impossibly tight ring wrap around your fingertip and positively clench in response. “H’ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” she chanted in a high-pitched, whining voice as her ears laid back yet again, and she muffled her girly shrieks against your lips once more, stealing your breath as you held your cock and your finger inside her gripping, shuddering body.

As her orgasm wracked her form, her thick nectar spilled out around you, soaking your balls and the bedding below. It was all you could take, and as she drenched you with her wetness, you gave a few powerful thrusts of your hips as you surged into her, your thick and viscous seed coating her walls and filling her up until the mingling mixture streaked the bottom inches of your cock, below the tight seal of her cunt around you.

She was trembling and squeezing on you for a long minute after, and not for the first time you remarked how being inside her could keep you hard even after being spent. Finally she broke the kiss, panting. You looked up at the spent pegasus filly, drinking in her appearance. Her mane and coat were equally drenched in sweat, her gaze slightly unfocused as she recovered from her climax. Slowly though, those magenta eyes narrowed and trained on your own.

“You’d better…” She swallowed, then continued. “...not have just done that….to tease me.”

Author's Note

Written for You™ so no matter who You™ are, You™ can enjoy this immersive experience!

Moar?

Chapter 2

You were experiencing... Fear, that's right. It was fear.

In the haze that followed one of the most intensely pleasurable moments ever shared with Rainbow, you mentally blanked and responded to her question as eloquently as never. Your afterglow-addled mind couldn't put any details to it, but she essentially asked, "Well? Did you?"

To which you replied something like, "...what?"

It was impressive, in hindsight, how very like a wolf Rainbow struck you as she glared down at you, an honest growl in her throat as her magenta eyes narrowed mere inches from your own. You felt her exhalation on your lips. It was almost equally impressive how quickly you recovered and declared that no, you in fact weren't teasing her, please don't eat you in the bad way.

Her fury, however real it looked, evaporated and she grinned. "That's what I thought."

It clicked, or so you thought. Why she'd been so insistent on making the trip this weekend. Why she had just ridden you into the bed like you'd never experienced before. The apparent mood shifts. And, fool that you were as you were struck by the thought-turned-revelation, you voiced it aloud: Rainbow Dash was in heat.

"Ohh, no. That's it, the Rainbow Ride is officially closed for the next ten minutes. You and me are gonna have a little chat."

It wasn't nearly as awkward or ominous as it sounded, and you even got to enjoy her cuddling up beside you in the bed while she teased her wingtip in slow circles on your body. Apparently she'd been the target of one too many assumptions in her life and even though you proved to not be harboring one of them, she still had to address the issue before she could continue.

"So. Minotaur in the room: Yeah, I'm in 'heat' if you really wanna call it that. I mean, I'm hot all the time and don't you forget it, but it's...ugh. Anyone who isn't a pony just doesn't seem to get it at first. Everyone thinks we turn into brainless sex zombies for, like, a week," she explained, rolling her eyes. "As cool a story as that would be, if I was a brainless sex zombie I wouldn't have been able to hold myself back. But I waited. I told you where to go to get the spell put on you, and before that I even waited to tell you when I knew I could get you up here all alone. It still took a lot of discipline, though."

You gave her a skeptical look, and she answered by first giving you a playful swat across the bare chest with her wing.

"What, don't think I've got it in me? I'm gonna be a Wonderbolt, you gotta have discipline for that. Back on track. Haven't you ever had, I dunno, weeks when you wanted to bang more than other times? Like, a lot more?"

Well, who hadn't?

"It's like that. Maybe you're a little braver in bed, or you let this head do some thinking for you," she continued, her primaries stroking lower and making you stiffen in more ways than one, "and maybe you even end up in a little trouble 'cause of it, but it's still you, right? You don't hurt anypony or force 'em to do stuff they don't wanna. That's just being a jerk-ass and you'd totally deserve a mooning from Princess Celestia herself."

It was only much, much later that you realized she was referring to the old pony tale about the Mare in the Moon and the banishment that was the punishment the story spoke of. From that time until you learned better, you found the concept of being "mooned" by the Princess oddly arousing in ways it shouldn't have been. If Dash noticed at the moment, she didn't say anything. She'd finished her explanation, satisfied that you had taken it to heart, and was still combing her primaries in broad strokes from your neck to your waist, her head resting on your shoulder and your eyes taking in the room.

The cloud-stuffed bed—the one you assumed was hers, at least; you'd ask about the bunny plushie later—threatened to carry you off to a premature sleep with its comfort, but the way Rainbow was touching you made that impossible. Some spots she found would make you tense with a ticklish reaction, and others elicited a hum from your chest and a twitch from below; a little self-given reminder of just what you were here to do. You grinned and turned to her more fully, regretfully breaking the constant contact of her wing, but quite enjoying how you were now able to slide your knee higher up her inner thigh and get a purely Rainbow reaction.

"Heh. Ready for round two then, huh? Glad I didn't bore you to death with all that. Ugh, I must've sounded like some kinda egghead or something." She sounded uncomfortable at the prospect. "Lemme do something way better with my mouth to make up for it."

If you had been of the mind to object—and you weren't—she wasn't going to allow you the opportunity. She pushed you once more onto your back and got up onto all four hooves over you, that predatory air about her again as she nuzzled your cock, eyes crossing when she pulled her focus from your reactions to the object of her great interest. She didn't even seem to blink as nuzzling segued into her warm lips wrapping around your tip. Before you could even fully appreciate the damp heat of her mouth, her tongue began dancing circles around the head and then she surged down, taking every last inch inside her until her nose was pressed into your waist.

She hummed softly around you, suckling, her tongue never still for an instant even if her head was. After you reached out with both hands and began to appreciatively rub her ears between your fingertips, she finally closed her eyes with a moan that tingled to your very core. Slowly, with what must have been true effort for the speedster, she began to rock her head up and down, keeping you deep inside and keeping her ears where you could keep rubbing, but staying in motion.

As nice as it felt, after the first minute or so you started to feel mildly guilty, like you were a bit of a slacker for just letting her work on you. Rainbow gave no indication that she was tiring of giving you the most heavenly blowjob of your life, but if you knew one thing, it was that she could appreciate someone being active. You let go of her ears, and a moment later she looked up right on cue, lips popping free of your tip with a wet sound that sent shivers through you as surely as the feeling itself.

"What's up?" she asked, licking her lips and taking some evident joy in the lingering taste. You grinned playfully and made a universal 'turn around' gesture with one fingertip; no words were necessary. "Ohhhhh," she replied.

Hooves shifted the bedding under you one way and the other, and it was a bit eerie how the bed gave no sound of springs as Rainbow turned in place over you. Musings about the wonders of pegasus lifestyles quickly took a backseat to the wonder of the pegasus now presenting herself to you. Her tail dangled over your stomach, its silky and chromatic strands smooth as she moved backwards, trailing the tip up until it was under your chin. Then she flicked it aside.

Your eyes trailed up her thigh where her sky-blue coat thinned to a velvety texture and finally left only bare flesh a mild shade darker than her coat. Not that you hadn't seen her more intimate regions before, but it might as well have been the first time ever with the way you were staring hungrily. The slit that looked every bit as tight as it truly was glistened, showing more pink than usual, and if you really looked you could see evidence of having been there mere minutes ago. Whether that would ordinarily turn you off or not was immaterial as she began to lower her toned rear over you, just knowing that she was teasing you with her slow pace.

You reasoned that the slow pace must have been torturous for her, so it was perfectly justified as your hands--idle since her ears were now too far away to caress--reached up, clapped her flanks sharply and held firm, then pulled her down onto you. With a gasp, Rainbow Dash fell the last few inches squarely onto your face and the world went dark. In that stifling, damp and heated darkness you clearly heard the whump of her wings springing to full mast, and felt the shudder of anticipation that ran through her as the heavy rhythm of your breath coursed over her folds again and again. The faintest of whimpers let you know that you were already taking too long to get started.

You obliged her, tongue reaching out blindly and quickly touching searing flesh. A bit more pressure and you found that velvety fur; too far to the right. You made it count though, going up and keeping right at the edge of her folds. You could feel the heat radiating from her, and you knew she could feel you so close to her entrance, and yet so far. The instant you gave in and thrust directly into her marehood, she gave a needy little wiggle and pushed back hard, done with waiting. Your tongue speared into her moist cleft, the sweet and sexy taste of aroused filly soaking into your taste buds and making you arch and buck your hips desperately.

With an answering moan, she took you back into her muzzle, licking around the top of your cock now. To reach the really sensitive underside--the region she'd learned would quickly drive you wild--her dexterous tongue curled almost fully around you, first in one direction and then in the other, as she bobbed her head at a brisk pace, lips making that delicious slurping against your flesh as you grew slick once more from her attentions.

Your warnings that you might not last long if she didn't slow down were muffled wordlessly into her dripping tunnel, your tongue dipping fully inside of her before you retreated to nibble at her outer folds. Every few moments you suckled at her clit, savoring the way she trembled over you before delving in once more. You smacked her flank as well, much to her audible delight, and resolved to explore that new-found joy a lot more, and soon.

The pace between the two of you had grown frantic in less than moments. It was always a race with Rainbow, but this was one you would gladly run with her, again and again. She never held herself back, and so you surrendered yourself to the pleasure and let it wash over you in great waves, letting her know just how wonderful her mouth felt around you with your own groans. There was some irony in that you lasted longer with her than with anyone before, simply because you never tried to last longer. There was always an end, though.

Rainbow was getting there first, her quivering muscles starting to clench more needfully around your tongue, but at least you were right behind her. Her chest heaved against your body as she breathed heavier and faster through her nose. Each breath carried with it a slightly louder moan than the last, all muffled around your cock and humming pleasantly along its length.

Your last cry of imminent release was as frantic as you could make it sound, and then you let your body speak for you. A pressure grew at the base of your cock, which twitched hard against Rainbow's tongue. Control slipped away. Your focus became singular, and your lips wrapped around her clit, the last conscious decision you made being that Rainbow Dash was going to cum with you again. It seemed to be working; she pulled back until your tip was the only thing in her muzzle and she suckled on it relentlessly. Again you were treated to the most feminine sounds from the trembling pegasus, and with her cries filling your ears you let the last of your resistance go.

Lights flashed in your vision—still darkened by the now desperately grinding weight of Rainbow's ass upon you—and you surged into her mouth, filling her muzzle with thick gouts of seed that she didn't bother swallowing yet. She shuddered one last time as you nibbled on her clit relentlessly, and if you'd been wet before, she now left you drenched with her release. She wasn't a squirter, but when she climaxed there was always a lot of her left all over you. You eagerly lapped it from her clenching marehood as you finished erupting in her mouth.

You were spent. When she finally stood on shaky legs, your head fell back to the bed and you almost didn't open your eyes. She pulled off of you with one last wet slurp that set your oversensitive nerves on fire, and you felt her moving, turning around again, facing you. You opened your eyes to meet the playfully smug gaze you already knew was waiting, and that was when she opened her mouth and ever so carefully extended her tongue, cupped beneath a thick pool of your milky cum, one thin strand dripping to the bed.

Rainbow Dash swallowed.

Fuck.

"Oh, sweet Celestia," she groaned as she settled out on her side next to you again. You put an arm around her and pulled her close. "It's alright, you don't have to kis-"

You kissed her hard. As much as you knew your taste was still heavy on her tongue, her own nectar was on yours, and if your marefriend could stand tasting herself on you, then you'd be damned if you wouldn't give her the same courtesy. She let out a surprised squeak, but closed her eyes and melted against your lips, the dance slower now in the afterglow. When you finally parted, breathing softly together, your eyes stayed closed and your arms tightened just a bit more around Rainbow.

You'd earned this nap.

Author's Note

Spent lots of time going over this before I was something like happy with it. No regrets though, because I'm having fun, dammit!

So yeah, I definitely wanna keep going with this. At least one more round, and at a suggestion, probably some non-clop fluff...but what, exactly? I'll figure that part out and get back to you all!

-TS