If Wishes Were Pegasi

A loud banging at your door awakens you late that night. You stumble out of bed in a semi-conscious haze, cursing under your breath as you bump a hoof on your night stand, nearly knocking over the lamp on top of it.

Who could that be this late at night? You wonder to yourself, slightly annoyed as the frantic, jarring banging continues. As your fuzzy consciousness slowly clears, a sudden thought worries you. What if there’s something wrong, some kind of emergency somepony’s trying to tell me about? You anxiously hurry to the front door after flipping on a light.

All you see is a blue blur as you’re knocked onto your back and slammed on the floor hard, feeling something hot and wet pressed into your lips. You struggle for a moment in sheer confusion, until your sudden shock turns to immense joy as a familiar taste fills your mouth.

Dash has you pinned against the wall when she finally breaks the kiss, her front hooves wrapped around you holding you in place. Your hind hooves dangle a few inches off the ground, her wings flap ferociously as she hovers in mid-air.

“I’ve missed you, t-”

You can’t even finish your sentence before her tongue is in your mouth again. Dash moans loudly in satisfaction, like a pony who’d been wandering a parched desert for a month that’s just been offered a trough full of ice cold sparkling clear water to quench her thirst.

With a jolt, you feel yourself pulled away from the wall suddenly, and out the front door. You wrap yourself around her tightly as you feel your body rapidly spiralling upward into the cool, crisp night sky. You’re barely able to breathe in the ocean of passionate kisses she’s drowning you in all the while, the wind from her heavily beating wings lashing fiercely around you as you soar higher and higher with her.

You finally come to a stop just after bursting through a cloud, its nebulous remnants cascading off your bodies as it disintegrates around you. Your heart pounds fiercely from the thrill of the flight, but moreso from the overwhelming joy of holding your lover close to you again after so long. Dash’s lips part from yours as she pulls away from you just enough to look into your eyes. You feel tears of joy begin to well up as you speak to her.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you whisper softly.

Dash says nothing, instead silencing you with yet another kiss as she gently rolls her body over, somehow managing to remain in flight even nearly completely upside down with you lying on her belly and clutching her tightly. Your heads are angled slightly toward the ground and it feels as though you could fall at any time, though such fears are quickly dashed by the security of your lover’s firm embrace. You feel completely safe with her, knowing you can trust her with your very life. She leans toward you to whisper something into your ear, and you’re somewhat taken aback by her suggestion.

“Up HERE!?” you ask as though you hadn’t plainly understood what she wanted. She simply nods at you coyly.

You’ve been waiting for this for a long time, every fiber of your being is screaming out for it, and your body has already begun to comply with Dash’s request without your mind’s permission. You find yourself exhilarated by the thought of coupling with her thousands of feet in the air like this. Not daring to let go of Dash for fear of falling, you wiggle around to attempt to obtain the proper position to...

You gasp loudly and toss your head back as you find your mark, Dash mirroring you and falling several feet rapidly, nearly toppling you off of her as she compensates for her momentary lapse in concentration. You kiss her neck and moan softly as you fall into a slow, steady rhythm, extracting every ounce of pleasure that you can from this moment as you close your eyes.

As your pace gradually starts to increase you both begin to become lost in the moment as each of you satiates the other’s incredible hunger. Your breathing intensifies and you feel the tiniest drop of sweat start to form on your body from the heat of your passion, even in the almost icy blanket of the night sky.

“Whatever happens,” Dash moans, “keep going.”

You aren’t given time to wonder what she means by that as she grips you tightly and folds her wings to her sides, sending you both into a head-first free-fall. The sudden rush of adrenaline through your veins greatly enhances the wonderfully overwhelming sensations your body is being subjected to. Remembering what Dash said, you keep going, though movement is rather difficult with how tightly you’re wrapped around one another. What little motion you’re able to accomplish is more than enough for you both, the psychological ecstasy of this new experience being more than enough to compensate for your severely restricted range of motion.

Several seconds after Dash initiates the free-fall, she unfurls her wings. You expect her to level off, but she doesn’t. Instead she begins flapping her wings, rapidly accelerating your descent. Panic begins to overtake you, but you have complete faith in Dash’s flying skill. She grips you so tightly that you can no longer move at all as you spiral toward what every logical sense in your body is telling you is your inevitable death.

Though you’re gripped with fear, your entire being is enveloped in a pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You press your face into her neck and close your eyes as the strain of the incredible forces your unaccustomed body is being subjected to begins to take its toll. You’ve never felt such a titillating combination of fear, excitement, and pleasure. You can’t even begin to imagine how fast the two of you must be going, the air feeling as though it’s about to rip the very skin from your body as all you can hear is a high-pitched whistling that seems to surround you.

All at once the tension that’s been building up between the two of you over the past month concentrates at a single point, your grip on Dash tightens so much as to be painful for you as both of you enjoy the most powerful climax of your relationship, neither one of  you realizing how close you are to the ground until it’s almost too late. Dash spreads her wings and arches her back in an attempt to level your descent but you’re coming in too fast. The motion of her wings harshly alters your trajectory at a sharp angle nearly parallel to the ground, straight toward your home. It’s too late to go over or around it, so she makes a split-second decision and aims for the open door, prompting you to close your eyes hard and brace for what’s about to happen.

The impact forces the two of you apart violently as you come crashing into your living room, leaving a trail of destruction in your wake before a wall on the far side of the room brings your motion to an abrupt stop. All you can manage is a loud “oomph!” as the wind is knocked out of you, a similar noise emanating from Dash as she, too comes to a halt right next to you upon meeting the painfully immobile barrier.

You lay there for a moment attempting to catch your breath before slowly pulling yourself to your hooves, coughing a bit as you shake yourself off and look around, surveying the damage. Not a picture remains on any of the room’s walls, their shattered remnants strewn about  like fragments of tiny little paper, glass, and wooden bombs. Your couch and chair are both overturned and torn, your coffee table splintered. Several large cracks run through the plaster in the wall at your point of impact, almost up to the ceiling. Still breathing heavily, you look over at Dash who is finally pulling herself to her hooves as well. She looks around the room for a moment before her gaze meets yours. She blushes and her ears fold back slightly as she looks away from you.

“Sorry, guess I got a little carried away,” she says with a nervous chuckle.

Though your body is still wracked with pain from the impact, you quickly close the short distance between you to plant a kiss on the end of her muzzle.

“It was totally worth it,” you say with a smile as both of you burst out in laughter.

As the laughter dies down, you and Dash set yourselves to the task of straightening the destroyed room, for what little good it does.

“I thought you wouldn’t be here until this weekend,” you mention as you and Dash turn your couch back upright.

“Oh, well I talked them into letting me leave a little bit early,” she says nonchalantly, “I thought you might enjoy the surprise. Besides, a four day weekend is just what I need after all I’ve been through. Apparently they agreed that I’ve earned the rest, so here I am.”

‘Enjoy’ is definitely an understatement you think to yourself. Nothing in your dreams could have prepared you for what just transpired. Your eyes become fixed on Dash as she futilely attempts to piece together your hopelessly shattered coffee table, and you cant help but smile. She notices you staring before long.

“What are you lookin’ at?” she asks with a quizzical expression on her face. You sigh and tilt your head toward the floor in response.

“It’s just so good to see you again,” you finally say. A long silence passes as you lose yourself in her eyes, feeling almost hypnotized by their beauty. “You know what,” you finally say, shaking your head. “Cleaning up can wait til the morning.” You make your way toward your bedroom and motion for Dash to follow.

“You’ll get no argument here,” she says in reply as she walks behind you.

Dash jumps up onto your bed and makes herself comfortable as you close the door behind you. When you turn around you see her sprawled out on the bed in a seductive pose with a devilish grin on her face.

“So,” she murmurs enticingly, “ready for round two?”

The night has only begun for the two of you.