Slowing my speed, I landed on the cloud with a soft flumph and tucked my wings back into my sides. The rage within me was overwhelming, and I knew that I would have to resist the urge to slap a certain stallion the next time I saw him.
But Fate has a twisted sense of humour, for that very same stallion landed on the same cloud I was standing on. His eyes were narrowed, his nostrils were flared, and he was breathing heavily — which was hardly a surprise, given the speed at which I had left the house. Soarin may be agile, but speed is hardly his thing.
He took a few steps towards me and stopped, a few inches being all that separated us from each other. He let out a sigh and licked his lips before he finally spoke.
"You didn’t give me a chance to explain," he said. "When I said I wanted to 'eat her pie,' I didn't mean that I wanted to fuck her."
"Oh, really?" I scoffed. "The last time you said you 'wanted some pie,' I couldn’t fly straight for a week." I prodded him in the chest. "So don’t you dare stand there and tell me that you didn’t just imply that you want to have sex with one of my best friends."
"Would you listen to yourself?" Soarin snarled. "I think all the knocks you have taken during your time with us have affected your brain, Dash — because you’ve become as dense as a thundercloud, and twice as unpredictable!" He blew his mane out of his face. "I only recently found out that Applejack is the one who made that pie I had at the Gala last year, so I was really keen for her to make another one. But if you had just fucking waited, and let me explain, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation."
I stood in silence as his words hit me. He was right, and - judging by the smug grin he was wearing - he knew it. I rolled my eyes and snorted at him.
"All right, fine," I growled. "You’re right, I’m wrong, and I’m very sorry — but you don’t need to be a dick about it."
"Fuck you, Dash," Soarin spat. "If you weren’t so Celestia-damned stubborn all the time, then I wouldn’t need to act like a dick."
I rolled my eyes. "It was me being stubborn that got you to start drooling over me in the first place, remember?"
Soarin laughed derisively. "I do remember," he replied. "And I find myself regretting it every damn day."
His eyes widened as he realised what he said, my own pupils shrinking to pinpricks while my ears flattened against my head. I could feel my lip beginning to quiver, but I successfully managed to stop myself from crying. I could not afford to show any weaknesses, not now.
"Dash…" Soarin stepped forward, reaching out to touch me. "I’m sorry, I never meant to say that."
"Then why did you?" I took a step back, not looking him in the eyes. "Do you really hate being with me that much, Soarin?"
"Of course I don’t!" Soarin rubbed his temples. "It’s just… you drive me crazy, and not just in a good way. You can be so thick-skinned and pig-headed at times, and you often act without thinking."
"Like you just did?" I asked.
Soarin looked at me and blinked a couple of times, finally letting out a small chuckle. "Yeah," he said. "Exactly like I just did."
"Well, I guess that makes us even," I said. "I’ve done something without thinking, and you’ve done something without thinking."
Soarin nodded. "I didn’t mean it, Dash, honestly." he took another step forward, though I didn’t back away this time. "I love you."
I sighed. "I love you too, you big dope." I nuzzled him. "I’m sorry for being a bitch — I really need to learn to think before I act."
Soarin wrapped his wings around me. "As do I," he said. "As do I."
We hugged for a moment, then separated and looked into each other’s eyes. His were brimming with compassion, while mine shimmered with the tears I had fought so hard to suppress. After a brief pause, we both got the same idea and leaned in so we could gently press our lips together.
The kiss was soft and tender, though our tongues did meet eventually. And so, with eyes closed, we continued to swap saliva for the next few minutes. The lack of air got to us in the end, and we separated again. Soarin put his muzzle to my ear and gently flicked it with his teeth.
"I really am sorry, Dashie," he whispered. "You may be a 'bitch,' as you put it... but you’re my bitch."
"And you’re my dope." I shuddered as he took my ear in his mouth and started to gently bite down on it. "My big, strong, sexy dope."
Soarin grinned, releasing his hold on my ear and beginning to trail kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I giggled as his lips tickled my fur, and moaned as his forehoof brushed between at the spot between my hind legs.
"I love you, Soarin," I whispered. "Please... fuck me."
"I love you too, Dashie," Soarin replied between kisses.
He laid me on my back and spread my legs open, diving in without a care in the world. His tongue slowly snaked across my rapidly soaking lips, forcing me to jam my forehoof into my mouth to stifle the mother of all screams.
I felt Soarin’s tongue probing my inner walls, as he took in every drop of my dripping fluids as he could. His breath washed over me, fuelling the pleasure I was feeling to greater heights. But then, just as I was about to be sent over the edge of the abyss, he stopped.
"You dick!" I shouted. "What the hell are you stopping for?!"
Soarin licked his lips and grinned. He didn’t reply, instead choosing to sit down and point at his hardness poking out his sheath. I quickly got the hint, leaning down and running my tongue along it before slowly taking him into my mouth, inch by glorious inch.
I bobbed my head back and forth, savouring the taste of Soarin’s precum and getting his rod nice and slick. He groaned in ecstasy as I worked his shaft with my mouth — because I wasn’t taking it slow. Anypony who knows me will know that when Rainbow Dash wants something, she damn well gets it.
"Dash," Soarin grunted. "I’m gonna cum!"
I removed his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, licking the head mischievously. "Can’t have that," I replied. "We’ve not even started yet." I rolled over and wiggled my flanks. "Come get some."
Soarin responded by mounting me and quickly pressing his stiffness against my entrance. I grit my teeth as the thick rod spread me open, my inner walls clenching around him and guiding his length even further inside. He growled, a mixture of leftover anger and lust, as he slammed his hips against mine and forced me face first into the cloud we were on.
Everything that had happened up to this point became a blur as the pleasure overtook my senses — all I could remember was the two of us being in my house, having an argument, and then somehow ending up on this cloud.
A throaty moan escaped me as I sank deeper into the cloud, the only sounds I could hear being my own heartbeat and the slapping of Soarin’s balls against my flanks. I knew I was supposed to be angry with him, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember why I was supposed to be angry.
Or, in fact, if I was even angry with him at all.
Deciding to focus on the more important matter issue at hoof, I slammed my hips against his. I gasped as the rest of of his cock was forced inside me, though I quickly relished the feeling of Soarin hilting within me. He, too, let out a gasp as his pole was quickly enveloped within my entrance — but quickly composed himself and bit down harder on my mane, yanking me onto my hind legs.
A pair of strong forelegs found their way onto my shoulders, holding me in place while the stallion they were connected to thrust himself in and out of my dripping slit as though his life depended on it. I screamed in glee, not giving a shit about who might be listening, and turned my head so I could kiss my lover.
Part of me was expecting a gentle peck on the lips — but what I got instead was a tongue war unlike any other. Soarin easily overpowered my tongue with his, exploring every part of my mouth and throat. As we separated for air we looked into each others eyes, all traces of our anger now completely evaporated, and he smiled for the first time that evening.
I smiled back, both of us accepting the others silent apology, and he slowly pulled himself out of me so he could lie on his back. I took the hint and straddled him, then positioned myself over his stiffness — for all but a second, before I took him back inside of me in one swift motion. We both moaned at this second joining of our bodies, and I quickly began bouncing up and down on his hardness.
Soarin’s forehooves roved all over my body, taking in every inch of my athletic frame, squeezing my flanks, brushing my mane out of my eyes… he was not idle for a second while I gave him the best ride of his life. I could feel my inner walls grabbing at his cock with their vice-like grip, determined to milk him for every drop of his pent-up frustration.
Soarin took a hold of my sides and began slamming into me at speed, clearly sensing the desire I could not voice. His cock shimmered with my wetness, glistening in the fading light of Celestia’s sun, and our combined moans carried on the cool evening air for miles around.
We kept at it for what felt like hours, but our bodies eventually decided that they had had enough, and soon we were on the brink.
We whispered each others names in unison as Soarin began slamming himself into me at an increased speed. I matched his thrusts with my own, the two of us working in perfect sync with the other. After a few more thrusts, we came.
My vision went white as the world exploded in a haze of orgasmic bliss, Soarin’s cum flooding my pussy with its gooey goodness. He thrust wildly as he emptied himself into me, my own juices flowing all over his cock and down his legs. We reached out and held each other close, smiling warmly while we rode out the shared adrenaline rush we were on.
After a minute, Soarin withdrew his spent rod from me and pulled me down onto the cloud next to him. We shared a chaste kiss and gazed into each others eyes, perfectly content to let the silence speak wonders for us.
But all good things must come to an end, and I found myself breaking the silence.
"That was amazing, Soar," I said, nuzzling him. "If there is a better way of apologising to somepony, I don’t want to hear it."
"Me neither." Soarin chuckled. "And you weren’t so bad yourself."
I rolled my eyes and batted him with a wing, sitting upright on the cloud. "Come on, big boy, let’s go home and pretend we didn’t have this stupid argument."
"But this 'stupid argument' led to some amazing sex!" Soarin argued. "If anything, we need to find more things to argue about!"
"Oh?" I asked. "Things like what?"
Soarin tapped his chin with a forehoof for a moment, then grinned. "Your shower is only big enough for one pony, right?" he asked, to which I nodded. "Well, I’d be willing to bet that there is only enough hot water for one more show—"
He didn’t get to finish that sentence as I took off. After a moment, he caught up and we began racing each other back to my place.
Needless to say, I got to finish the hot water. Because it's just like I said before: if Rainbow Dash wants something...
She damn well gets it.
