It was late morning when Soarin finally woke up, his years in the Wonderbolts almost screaming at him to get his plot out of bed. However he didn’t want to, his muzzle was happily buried in Dash’s mane, the smell of fresh rain gently filling his nostrils. The smaller mare was happily curled up chest-to-chest with him, their wings wrapping each other in a feathery cocoon as the rest of their limbs intertwined in a haphazard embrace. Soarin couldn’t help but smile as Dash shifted in her sleep, pulling herself tighter to him as she let out happy little murmurs.

“How lucky can a stallion be?” Soarin asked himself. Surely Celestia herself was smiling down on Soarin at this moment.

He burrowed his muzzle deeper into her mane, inhaling deep in order to cement her smell in his memory. Rainbow had a surprising amount of feminine beauty care products in her shower. while not as much as a fashion model, it was certainly more than he expected. Regardless, he had a fun time lathering up her fur, the feeling of her plot molding around his hooves was definitely something he would never tire of. Rainbow had commented much the same when washing him. They hadn’t gone another round however, both of them were too wiped out for it.

Soarin wasn’t disappointed however, the sex they did have was easily the best in his life, and there was plenty more to come later.

So, after showering, they returned to the bedroom and changed the sheets, which were beyond saving at this point. It would take a small miracle to return them back to prime condition from the horror they had put them through. Dash had made a comment to ask her unicorn friend to cast a few heavy-duty preservation spells on her other sets for future use. All in all, they barely needed them to be honest, the combination of Rainbow’s cloud bed and their cuddling meant that they were plenty comfortable.

Soarin pulled Dash tighter to him, in the hopes that her steadily snoozing form would, in some way, lure his own back to sleep. It was a futile effort however, and fifteen minutes later he was still laying there, not even slightly drowsy. He sighed as he began to extricate himself from Dash’s grasp, something the unconscious mare did not want to do. It took another couple of minutes, but eventually he managed to do it, substituting his body for a pillow which Dash happily cuddled into, murmuring her content as she snuggled into it. Taking one last look at the mare on the bed, Soarin turned around and quietly made his way out of her bedroom. It wasn’t really difficult though, Dash’s house being made out of cloud and all.

After making his way downstairs he swiftly headed towards the kitchen, he was sure Dash waking up to a breakfast would put a smile on her face. Whistling a small tune, he opened the fridge, taking stock of what Dash had on hoof. Her fridge was surprisingly well stocked, and most of the ingredients appeared fresh. He pulled out a fresh apple, rubbing it against his coat a few times before taking a bite. His eyes opened wide as the flavor exploded in his mouth, rivulets of apple juice running down his chin.

“Thats a good apple,” he said to himself.

A murmur of agreement floated into the kitchen, causing Soarin to perk his ears up as he looked around.

“Anyone there? Dash?” Soarin asked as he spun around, trying to find the source of the voice. When no answer came, he thought to himself for a few moments and then shrugged, maybe he was more out of it then he thought.

Once again whistling a jaunty tune, he searched around Dash’s kitchen for ingredients, hoping that there was something simple that he could cook. It didn’t take him long to assemble the few basic supplies needed for waffles. Thankful that his bachelor lifestyle had given him the rudimentary cooking skills needed to keep himself fed, he set about preparing the kitchen for breakfast. Heating the pan, cutting some fruit, setting the table etc. In short order he had a respectable spread prepared, not a bad thing to be woken up to if he said so himself.

Still whistling, he made his way back through the living room. He was almost through it when a flicker of movement caught his eye. He turned and scanned the room, trying to find anything out of place. But as best as he could tell, there wasn’t anything glaringly different. Soarin pursed his lips, becoming more and more convinced that he wasn’t going crazy and there was in fact another pony in the house. He stayed still, waiting patiently to see if another sign would present itself.

His waiting paid off when the sounds of a shifting body drifted over from the couch. Soarin quickly trotted over, ready to give whoever this was a piece of his mind. His shout died on his lips however, when he caught sight of the pony who was happily snoozing away on Dash’s couch.

Orange fur, blonde mane, with a cow pony hat covering her face was Rainbow’s friend: Applejack, laying on her back. Soarin’s brow furrowed as he took in her disheveled appearance. A thick musky smell clung to her, and the fur near her crotch was particularly unkempt.

Oh. Thats what that smell was.

“Rainbow!” Soarin shouted towards the stairs, “I think one of your friends decided to stay the night!”

******

“So let me get this straight,” Soarin said around a mouthful of waffle, “Dash didn’t know how to cook, so she came to you for help?”

“Eyup,” Applejack replied as she scooped up a fresh strawberry, “Shoulda seen her coming barreling into the farmhouse. You woulda thought the sky was falling with all the commotion she was making.”

Soarin couldn’t stop a smirk from forming on his face as he turned to look at Dash. The poor mare was blushing furiously and looking pointedly down at her plate. She was fidgeting in her seat as her wings twitched, obviously embarrassed.

“Rainbow…” Soarin said as he reached over and gave her a one-armed hug, “thats adorable!”

He felt Rainbow murmur a slightly angry response into his shoulder.

“So she carried me up here and we got started on dinner a bit late. Then you showed up and Dashie here was all ‘he can’t see you! He thinks I’m cooking this by myself!’,” Applejack chuckled, “I tried to tell her it wouldn’t matter much, but she wouldn’t have any of it.”

Soarin sighed as he felt his heart melt at Rainbow’s antics.

“Dash,” he said as he pulled her closer to him, wrapping his second arm around her, “I don’t care that you don’t know how to cook.”

“Its just… you took me to that amazing restaurant and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

He planted a small kiss on her forehead as she finished mumbling her response into his chest.

“It would take a lot more from you than asking a friend for help to disappoint me Dash,” Soarin replied.

“Well aren’t you two just adorable,” Applejack said with a smirk.

Rainbow pulled herself away from Soarin’s chest and shot the cowpony a small glare.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re not jealous. I heard you outside our room last night, you wish you were in there with us don’t you?”

Applejack’s mouth dropped open as a roaring blush invaded her features, rapidly attempting to make a response as she sputtered uselessly.

“Well its not my fault y’all were so loud! Coulda woke the dead with the racket.”

“Like you wouldn’t be screaming your head off if you had his cock shoved up your cunt!”

“Rainbow!” Both Soarin and Applejack exclaimed, shock at the mares sudden vulgarity.

“What!?” Dash replied, “its true!”

“Well, yea but-” Soarin started to reply before he was cut off by Applejack.

“Look at you getting all confident. I think I could handle you just fine, Dashie here just enjoys losing control like she did last night.”

“As if! Soarin could fuck you into the ground!” Rainbow retorted.

“Girls!” Soarin shouted as the two of them started to descend into an argument. He was ignored, and it rapidly shifted from discussing his sexual prowess to which of the two was a better lay, and then who had the better plot, and it just kept snowballing from there. Soarin was left shaking his head in disbelief, wondering if all the younger mares were like this nowadays, or if these two were just crazy. Eventually Soarin decided that this really wasn’t proper breakfast discussion, and he cleared his throat.

“Dash, as much as I appreciate you calling my dick a ‘pillar of male virility’ and you agreeing Applejack, there are better places to discuss this than here.”

To their credit, both Applejack and Rainbow had the decency to blush as they realized what they had descended to.

“Now, as much as I want to stay longer, I have practice to get to, so i hope we can have a nice pleasant breakfast before I have to leave.”

“Fine,” both of them replied.

“But I still have a better plot,” Rainbow added.

Soarin sighed.

***

Eventually, they managed to finish breakfast without any more shenanigans, which Soarin was pretty thankful for.

“Soarin,” Dash said as she began to pick up the plates, “would you mind carrying Applejack back to the ground? I’m gonna clean this up.

The stallion glanced towards Applejack, who gave him a shrug, “I don’t got a problem with it.”

“Alrighty then,” Soarin said as he lead her back to the front door,

“How do you want to do this?” Soarin asked as they stepped outside, “I could carry you or you could get on my back.”

Applejack shrugged, “I would rather get on your back if you have no problem with it.”

Soarin shook his head before lowering himself, “climb on.”

Applejack smiled as she stepped up to him, “Well don’t mind if I do.”

Soarin waited patiently as Applejack straddled his back, the farmer carefully stepping over him before lowering herself so her chest was on his back. She wrapped her forelegs around Soarin’s neck as he stood up, holding herself to him as tight as possible.

“You ready?” Soarin asked, doing his best not to let the feeling of the mare’s muscular body draped over his own get to his head. It wasn’t easy, especially with how she had been enthusiastically proclaiming its virtues over the breakfast table minutes before. And she was right, she certainly had an impressive physique, and having her definitively female crotch being pressed into his back certainly didn’t make it easier.

“Yep,” Applejack replied, her mouth directly by his ear.

Soarin suppressed a small shiver as the mare’s low voice seemed to course through him. After taking a deep breath to center himself, Soarin spread his wings.

“Mighty fine wingspan there partner,” Applejack cooed, “glad to know you’re in proportion.”

And there went his self control again.

He took another breath, and lifted into the air, his wings beating in a slow strong pattern, almost losing it when Applejack rested her head between his ears.

“Is there a place you would like me to drop you off?” he asked.

“Just put me down below the house, I don’t want to make you late.”

“Alright,” Soarin replied as he gently made his way down, taking care not to jostle his passenger. It was a leisurely cruise down, Soarin merely gliding the majority of it. And when his hooves touched the ground, he was almost disappointed to break the moment.

“Thank you,” Applejack said as she dismounted him, the stallion turning to give her a small smile.

“Anytime Applejack,” he replied.

Soarin looked at the mare in front of him, for some reason she almost seemed to glow in the natural lighting of the outdoors. The lights inside Rainbow’s kitchen did not do this mare justice.

“Well, I best be goin then, still got some chores to finish,” she stepped up to Soarin and planted a small kiss on his cheek, “thanks for the ride partner.”

As she finished she spun around, swishing her tail against Soarin’s face. The stallion’s nostrils flared as the scent of cinnamon and apples filled him, snorting as a flush of warmth spread through him. His gaze focused just as Applejack began to walk away, her swaying tail seemingly drawing his gaze to her shifting plot.

Rainbow was right, that thing was tight.

Author's Note

Alright, I hope you guys enjoyed that, I know it was a bit short but the next chapter will have some more meat to it. I'm surprised that no one guessed Applejack, but Natasha thought it was FLuttershy in the house at first as well.

I'll start working on the next chapter to this soon, but I have another fic in the works that was taking up the majority of my time lately. Its a molestia fic, and the first chapter is typed up and is waiting for Natasha and iakovl to go over it, as well as a coverart from Natasha. However, that should be up pretty soon, and I'm personally very happy with the direction its going. So keep an eye out for that, but I'll be sure to make a few blog posts to keep you guys up to date.

Thats it for now,
Gold4tune out, pce /)