Awesomesauce

Awesomesauce

Don’t take this too seriously bronies. It was written in a day, and it is probably rather terrible.

Rainbow Dash was having problems. Really bad problems.

An unfortunate side effect of being a female pony is that about twice a year after maturity is reached, one becomes receptive to bearing a foal. Despite having evolved past the worst of such primal instincts, most females become distinctly more susceptible to the, well, masculine nature of colts.

Some do not have problems with it, especially if they are only attracted to those of similar gender. In those cases, they simply find themselves slightly more... sexually inclined than usual. Rainbow Dash always believed herself to be on the, well, more female on female inclined end of the spectrum.

Then again, she never had felt any interest in most colts, usually because they were so focused on trying to prove how awesome they were. As a pony who exudes the very quintessential energy of awesomeness, she found this, somewhat ironically, difficult to stomach. That is, until she ran into one colt in the library while she was reading her latest Daring Do book. A colt who effortlessly was more awesome than her in one way, but that one specific way was enough to rankle in a way she did not expect it to. It made it worse that he did not even seem to really care about his raw awesomeness; he never showed it off to anyone. She had to best him in order to keep her name as the most awesome pony in Equestria, and so she started to train, with a vengeance.

Now that she was suddenly right smack-dab at the start of her receptive cycle, she just figured out that her scheduled training session was not going to work out. Especially since her trainer was that colt. She could just miss the damned session, but that would be a show of weakness, and a show of weakness just wasn’t cool.

But as she flew down to the colt’s home, she was getting second thoughts. The burning in her abdomen was steadily getting worse, and she really needed to relieve herself soon. It did not help that she thoughts constantly went back to the colt and how awesome he was, and how amiable he was to her, and how cute their foal would loo- OK GIRL

GOTTA FOCUS

GOTTA BE COOL

Cause losing her cool would just be... so uncool.

You idly drag your pencil across a sheet of paper, trying to calm your nerves. It was not all the time that a mare you admired would be showing at your doorstep in a few minutes. You felt so lucky to have met her. A common interest in a certain book series birthed a set of conversations and library ‘dates’ you will never forget.

And yet...

You let out a sigh. She never seems to really notice you. She is always all brash, all brawn. Excitable, energetic, demanding, and yet, you loved her because of it. You worry away at the end of your pencil wondering just how exhausting today's session would be. She was a quick learner, focused despite being so energetic. Drawing sessions with her left you both exhausted and terribly unsettled. The scent of her mane would remain, driving you crazy with thoughts of her hair brushing gently against your chin. The feeling of her lips against your own. All of that energy... focused on-

No. You could not force her to do that with you. Unless... she wanted i-

No. You needed to stop thinking about this. You let out a sigh and the pencil slips from your lips and clatters onto the drawing desk. You give your sketch a quick once over, noticing how similar Daring Do and Rainbow Dash looked without color. With a practiced motion, you pick up your pencil and quickly sketch in Dash’s cutie mark. You take a moment to review your work.

Hmm, anatomy is off.

With that, you slip it quietly into a folder labeled “Private” on your desk.

This wasn’t going to work.

Rainbow Dash stood in front of the door, rubbing her haunches together. She was blushing powerfully as she scented the thick scent of stallion, a thick blanket draped across the house. After biting her lip for a moment, she galloped to a small group of trees to quickly relieve herself.

She prayed to Celestia that the colt didn’t hear her lustily whimpering his name while she did so.

Your ears swivel around a bit, and you hear the sound of galloping hooves. Curious, you approach the door, and you open it slightly and take a peek outside. There wasn’t a soul in sight and nary a hint of sound in the air save the slight breeze and whimpering of wildlife. With a slight shrug, you shut the door quietly.

After a shuddering climax and a few deep breaths, Rainbow Dash found that she could focus much better. She was going to have to make this drawing session short. Really short.

After wiping off her hooves, she slowly stood up and walked up to the door to knock.

Right when you pick up the pencil again, you hear a tentative, but firm knock at your door. That was straight up unusual for Rainbow Dash, and so you approach the door with caution. You open the door slowly, to reveal a very nervous pegasus and a most unusual scent.

“Uh, hey,” she says, her voice cracking. “Can I used your bathroom real quick?”

“S-sure?” you reply, your heart suddenly hammering on its own volition. What brought this on?

“Thanks!” she squeaks, darting inside and through the hallway. You hear the bathroom door slamming behind her. How incredibly unlike her to ask in the first place!

You shake your head and start towards your desk, only to slip on some strange, unidentifiable fluid. With a sigh, you pick out a rag from the side of your desk, and wipe up the small liquid trail that Dash left behind. She must have been mucking around with rain clouds again.

A few minutes later, a much more refreshed and normal looking pegasus appears from the bathroom. She freezes for a moment when she sees you, but walks towards her designated table.

“Sorry about that,” she said, sounding much more like herself. “Pegasus stuff.”

“I see,” you say, nodding. You take a small sniff of the air, taking note of the presence of that strange scent again.

“SO,” Rainbow Dash exclaims rather suddenly, making you jump a good two feet into the air. “I was hoping we could do a super quick session today.”

“U-um, sure?” you say, still a bit dazed. “What did you have in mind?”

She shuffles her hooves a bit for a moment.

“I want to watch you draw.”

She had to think fast, what was a good, fast lesson that could distract him from her scent? She could watch him draw! He would be too absorbed to notice her heat, and she could learn something at the same time! It was the perfect and most awesome plan.

Flawless.

“That’s perfectly fine, just sit here right next to me.”

… buck.

She didn’t protest and promptly moves to set next to you. Really close to you. She was basically mashed into your side. You glance at her and notice that she is staring fixedly at the blank paper in front of you. She could get really intense it seems, more than you had previously realized.

You quietly pick up the pencil and take a deep breath through your nostrils. A small exercise to calm your nerves. The scent was a lot sharper now and for some reason, it muddled your thoughts. Despite this, you move on to draw some simple poses.

Rainbow Dash’s breathing was oddly erratic, and her wing keeps brushing against your back. You glance at her again, but she was still staring straight at your sketches. Something you were starting to find a bit creepy.

And then suddenly everything seemed to just shift sideways.

Rainbow Dash couldn’t take it anymore. A colt that she found attractive and awesome was pressed against her side, blissfully unaware of her currently chaotic state of mind. That colt was drawing, almost effortlessly, pony after pony after pony right in front of her. She felt his muscles flexing and relaxing against her side as he moved his head to and fro; she felt his coat gently rubbing against her flank and wings.

She tackled him.

You bowl over and you hear papers go flying in every direction. After a few dizzying rolls, you come to a halt with a very distinctly different looking Rainbow Dash towering above you. Her eyes were alive with a hunger you couldn’t really identify, and she was licking her lips in a really disconcerting fashion. You sent a quick and quiet prayer to the alicorn princesses to safeguard your well being.

Papers gently settle around you, and you freeze in dismay when you see just which pictures had been scattered around. Your “Private” folder.

Oh no..

His look of terror just eggs her on. She hears the papers gently settle around them and favors them with a quick cursory glance. Her grin expands to something predatory when she sees their contents.

“I-I can explain!”

“Drawing smut of me? Without telling me? You are such a naughty pony.” she said, injecting every ounce of her growing lust into each syllable. “And now? You are all mine.”

Wait, what?

You feel your brain blank out and she kisses you ferociously. When you gasp into her mouth in surprise, she attacks your tongue with hers, intertwining with it in a desperate display of her wanton need.

You moan as she kisses you forcibly, your eyes rolling shut. The strange scent seems to surge through your nostrils as you take short, quick breaths, muddling your mind even more.

She breaks the kiss with a moan that sends shivers down your spine.

After giving you a hungry look, she shifts herself forward, lining up her crotch with your face. The scent, which you now recognize as her heat, becomes overpowering, and you feel your pulse surge in sudden lust.

Without even waiting for her to prompt you, you shift your head up and gently kiss her soaking treasure. She moans in response and presses her crotch to your face, and you happily oblige her with long licks up and down her slit. Her tangy fluids flow freely, sticking to your face and chin, and you eagerly lap up as much as you can.

A small rational part of your mind was reeling with the implications of your actions. Right now, there was one thing that you needed to do, and that was to please your mare.

You change from long licks to small darting jabs, making Rainbow Dash moan and gyrate against your mouth. You discreetly search for the nub that you instinctively know all mares have, and when you find it, you give it a few, gentle brushes with your tongue.

Rainbow Dash orgasms, whimpering as her inner muscles flutter against your lips and tongue. You run your tongue around her slit, teasing her as she ride out her orgasm on top of you. She creates gusts of wind as her wings jerk about, blowing paper around.

There were a few moments of silence, punctuated by gasps and the occasional moan from Rainbow Dash.

“H-have you done this before?” she asks, still short of breath.

“No,” you say slowly, still lost in a haze of lust and desire.

Dash smirks playfully at you.

“Neither have I.”

She clambers off of you, making you moan at the sudden absence of heat. You look down and notice that you have a rather large erection and you blush even brighter at the sight of it.

“Hey~ big boy.”

You turn and your jaw drops at what you see. Rainbow Dash was displaying, her tail to the side and her body and wings draped over the drawing table. She was giving you the most lust-filled and bedroom of eyes.

“Mount me,” she says, a command that you cannot hope to disobey.

You shakily stand and walk up behind her. Her tails flags even higher as you approach, and you teasingly give her a long lick, making her moan.

You shuffle forward, draping yourself across her back and being careful with her wings. You feel her shudder against you.

You press forward a few times, looking for your mark, and when you find it, the two of your let out deep, throaty moans of pleasure. You keep pressing forward into her warm, slick passage, until you feel a strange resistance.

“R-rainbow?”

“Do it,” she says, gritting her teeth. “Please...”

You thrust forward, through the resistance, and Rainbow Dash lets out a strangled sound. A deep concern grows through you, and you gently lick her face.

“G-give me a moment,” she says, panting. “I-it hurts a lot.”

The two of you wait for a few moments, so intimately joined. You feel her muscles flutter against your length, gently squeezing it every now and then.

“Ok... go” she says, quietly.

You do what your instincts tell you, pulling out slightly, then thrusting back in. The most pleasurable sensation causes you to moan. You feel her wings twitching underneath you.

“M-more!” she whimpers, voice cracking.

You give her more, thrusting slowly, but firmly into her. She gasps and moans with every thrust, her inner muscles desperately rippling against your cock for all it was worth. You speed up and start pressing deeper into her, desperate to find simultaneous release. You feel her shuddering against you as she approaches her peak.

“D-dash.” You whisper into her ear, an unspoken question.

“I-I want it, it’s... ok.” she said, between her moans.

With that, you thrust sharply into her and groan, firing spurts of your virile seed into her receptive womb. She whimpers your name over and over as she orgasms, clenching around your cock, trying to milk it of every drop.

Your stallionhood softens and recedes back into its sheath making you gasp and shudder. It was almost painfully oversensitive now. You slowly step away from Rainbow Dash’s body and slump against the floor, exhausted.

You hear her slowly slide of the drawing table and crawl up next to you, giving you an affectionate nuzzle. She gently licks your face and you return her affectionate attention, grooming her matted hair with her tongue. Her scent still clung to the air and your coat, and you knew she was not going to remain so docile for too long. The receptive period of a filly in heat lasted a few days, and you knew she was probably going to cling to you the entire time, ensuring that you... that you..

You are going to be a father.

Oh... dear...

“Dash?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

“W-What do you think!?”

You sit nervously next to her in the hospital, a few nurses and doctors moved about around the two of you, but you only had eyes for your mate. She was gritting her teeth, letting out a small moan of pain every now and then, and she was almost crushing your hoof between her forelegs. You bite your lip, worried watching your mate groan in pain.

“I’m sorry.”

“A-About what?”

“The... the foal.”

She manages to let out a snort despite her pain and gives you a grin.

“You think I mated with you only cause of hormones? Stop worrying about it.”

“But...”

“Foalbirth always hurts, but it’ll be worth it. Trust me.”

She gasps in pain again, crushing your foreleg against her chest. You lean down to lick forehead comfortingly.

“J-Just stay here with me, promise.” she whispers to you.

You nod at her, and she immediately relaxes as your eyes lock with hers. You don’t hear the doctors and nurses swarming about. All you could see the eyes of the mare you loved. Lost in a sea of bright rose and rainbows.

You watched as your daughter flitted about in the air, jumping from cloud to cloud squealing in delight as Rainbow Dash playfully darted after her. Smiling, you pick up your pencil and start to draw.

An earth pony.

A pegasus.

A small pegasus filly.

Dash wanted to name her Daring Do, but you convinced her that probably would not work. The filly’s colors did not even match!

With a few stroke of your pencil, you write her name down on your sketch.

Midnight Dasher.

Fin.