Starting Last
“You're doing me a big, big favor.” Applejack kept on going on and on, only pausing in her yakking to tighten the saddle strap around Dash's waist. “If this cures him, I promise to personally save you a barrel full of the farm's best apple cider when the season for it hits again. You hear me? It'd be free of charge because I just can't take it no more.”
Dash glanced at her backside, her pinned blue wings squirming as Applejack carefully tucked them in. With the saddle in place, her lower end seemed far more slender and well-shaped than it used to be. It might just be the color messing with her. The faded red of Applejack's favorite saddle popping against her coat color and the explosion of rodeo winning ribbons that were attached around the sides.
But in the mirror that Applejack propped up against the barn's wall, she looked a little different with the riding gear on. Her thighs looked thicker, sexier. Her legs more toned, tempting her eyes to rise from her hooves to her bust and back again. If Applejack wasn't pulling and plucking her everything, Dash might have even turned around to get a good look at her ass through the mirror.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Dash rolled her eyes, distracted by the cold metal bar placed in her mouth held by the bridle around her face. The bit felt so weird on her tongue, taking so much space and being so weird not to keep licking. “If you're going to reward me, then I want two kegs and the first mug on opening day.” She slobbered, grimacing at how hard it was to talk. “Can we get this over with?”
Her wings flexed against the straps, the top hollow joint of each wing brushing against the sweet iron loops that held every notch and belt in place. The rounded metal, the way each loop pressed on a tender nerve and slipped through layers of feathers to toy with the more sensitive under-feathers, was so fucking distracting.
Dash groaned, feeling faint heat rise between her legs the more her wings struggled. It was taking way too much effort keeping in check if she compared what she could be doing right now. Not helping Applejack out. Every time her mind drifted, and fuck, she did that a lot, her wings went back to work. Grinding harder and harder. Attempting to return to their natural state of not having a heavy saddle weighing them down. With each flare of her winged limbs uselessly fighting the hold against them, her body trembled as she absorbed each pleasing and totally-unwelcomed reminder that her wings were total chumps!
The pegasus dryly swallowed, pushing her hind-legs together. Dash closed her eyes, thinking of the most unsexiest things she could think of. Granny Smith in a girdle. Mayor Mare shaking her ass. Celestia, it wasn't working! Her body was tensing up, tiny quakes breaking from her hips to her shoulders. It wouldn't take long for a certain somewhere to start making rain and the human probably wouldn't be able to smell it but Applejack totally could.
“Can we speed this up? I have better things to do, you know.” Better things like jumping into a cloud and rubbing out a itch that definitely needed to be put out ASAP. Her tail coiled like a snake, lashing out as she fanned it from side to side. What she was more annoyed about, her wings being a pair of assholes or Applejack fussing over her as the human watched, she wasn't sure.
“I'm about-” Applejack flittered around her like a dust storm, tugging on more straps until she looked satisfied. “Finished. I thought my old rodeo saddle would be too big on you but it fits just fine. Fine enough if you ain't going flying.” She chuckled.
Dash snorted, unamused.
Applejack moved to Dash's front. “Don't be doing anything reckless. Shawn just want a ride. No tricks. No flights. I'm not following y'all along because I trust you my best friend to do good with my new friend. Understand?”
“Yes, ma'am.” Dash slurped, saluting with one hoof until she broke out in snickers. “You act like I'm a bad influence or something. I won't break your little farm boy. If you wanted to baby him so much, why didn't you offer yourself?”
“He didn't ask for me, he asked for you.” Applejack said, shrugging. “Don't make him regret it.”
“Sure.”
“Dash.”
“Okay. Okay.” Dash droned on. “I promise to give him the best ride of his life. He won't even be able to walk straight cause he'll never want to go back to two legs.”
“You better.” And with that, Applejack said her goodbyes to her and Shawn and strolled off. Dash watched her go with a spring in her step and sighed. Then she ambled over to where the human waited, leaning on the fence wall and wagged her rump in his face.
“Let the ride begin.” She strutted in place, swinging her hips. “Mount me, you studicious stud. You magnificent mount.” Dash snorted, trying to think of more lame lines stallions like to hear when getting a ride. “Ehh, that's all I got.” She grinned and went still. “Let's get the stupid ride over with. I got places to be.”
Her eyes turned to Shawn, not expecting much out of him. He looked like a light-weight compared to all the other two-legged creatures she'd seen like diamond dogs and minotaurs. The human was two heads taller than her but that didn't amount to much when he was skinnier than a street pole. And they would probably be the same height if she reared up on her back legs.
“I guess.” He said, climbing down from his perch on the fence and his boots hitting the ground. “Applejack has you strapped in well.” His warm hands moved around her side, checking the farm mare's hoof-work. “I kinda wish she didn't. I would've loved to have the pleasure gearing you up.” As his fingers wandered from her shoulders to her undercarriage, the hot digits slid closer and closer to the somewhere between her thighs before vanishing elsewhere.
“Celestia, the strap around my waist feels loose.” She blurted out, bitting the inside of her mouth as shudders ran down her form. “You should check again.”
Bring those fingers back. Bring them back.
Her tail reached out and wrapped itself around his waist, bringing him closer.
“I just did.” He patted her side and gently pulled her tail away. “If you're feeling jitters, I'm feeling them too. It's been a couple of years since I rode a horse, I mean equine, and it would be good if we laid some ground rules.”
“What for?” She scoffed, stomping one hoof on the ground. “All you're doing is getting on my back. I'm doing all the real work here.”
“And I'll be doing the work to make sure you keeping on doing the real work. Riding is more than just having another person on your back. It's about two...” Shawn fumbled with his words before shaking his head. “creatures coming together to be more than they were before. From up top, I'll be able to spot things faster than you could and you'll be able to hear things before I can. There needs to be a certain partnership between us so we can communicate without having to talk or waste time trying to understand each other.”
“That sounds weird.” Dash said, turning her head as she tried to envision the crazy he was pushing. “I mean, really, really weird. Why would I need your eyes when I can fly? Why wouldn't I be able to talk? If I see something weird, I'll shout and let you know.” She asserted, confused as fuck as to how this weirdo rode at home. “Like I said, I'll be doing all the work. All you need to get on, we walk a bit and then you get off. Simple.”
“But that isn't what riding is. Would it be asking too much if we-”
“Did it the way your weird and flightless whorses do on earth?” Dash finished for him, raising her head to glare at him. “Well, I don't know. Maybe? I already got into a saddle for you and now you're asking me be mute and communicate with what? My body?”
“It doesn't have to be like that the whole time.” Shawn explained. “We'll have safe words. Green to continue. Yellow to slow down. Red to stop. You can use them anytime, no pressure. And I'll always ask to see if you're okay with continuing. The most important thing to a rider is their steed. I want to make sure you're happy.”
“I'm a mare.”
“The point still stands.” He said, his hands on the saddle handles. “You still up for this?”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.”
Shawn lifted himself up and over, the weight of his form a bit more than she expected to feel. He adjusted himself on her, sliding up and down until, she guessed, he felt comfortable and steady. The strange pressure, shifting every few seconds, as it pressed down on her shoulders and rump made her pant in place. She didn't even notice that her eyes closed, the sound of her breath rattling in her ears. His knees kept her wings in place, ending their frantic wrestle and jolts of pleasure and replacing it with a slow and frustrating burn as the blood swelled in them.
“You alright down there?” His voice snapped her out of it. “You're shaking.”
“I'm fine.” She coughed, feeling the blood rush to her face. “What happens if I decide to run my mouth? Not play along. You gonna treat me like you treat a whorse?”
“It's horse. Why do you keep on saying it like that?”
“Why are you saying it like that? Whorse is what you call weirdos who like be ridden like all of the time. Whorses live in the praries and the Badlands and they uh...” Dash reached a blank. “Look, I don't know any facts but that's what you call ponies that run off with their common sense. That's what my dad always told me. So, how are you going to treat me if I don't act like your good little whose?”
“I'd give you a little swat on your ear or on your rump. It depends on how bad you act up.” He took ahold of her reins and gave them a gentle tug. The sharp sensation ran through her body, catching her off-guard as her privates clenched and warm liquid trickled down her thighs. So close. Dash moaned under her breath, stumbling forward while Shawn kept talking and talking about something.
He asked her a question. She should answer, right?
“Green.” She said, nodding along as she replayed that sensation in her head. Where did that come from? “Totally green. Super green. So green can we get on with it now?” That pleasure that had her seeing stars. She wondered if she should've said something else. As much as he was riding her, it felt like she was riding him. Dash's wings twitched as she wavered on that line of an impending messy climax and holding on just a little bit longer for a even better one.
“That's not what I asked but if you are okay with it, that's alright with me.” He sat forward, giving her mane a little pat. “No talking unless you want to tell me how you're doing and when you wanna stop.”
Dash stopped paying attention to her surroundings. Ignoring all besides what was in front of her eyes. Her shaky steps became swift stride as she trotted by the endless fields of apple trees and the various huts and barns that dotted the landscape of the farmland. She huffed as she kept up a strong pace. The words she might have said blurring into strangled gasps as Shawn leaned with her on every turn, pushed forward when he guided her into a gallop and had her slowing down with just a jab of his ankles into her sides.
“Who's a good girl?” Shawn praised, his voice filling her with pride as she darted between a set of barrels and leapt over the last one. “You're perfect, angel. Think you can do it again?”
Of course, she could. She was the best damned whorse he ever had.
"A little higher this time, angel. Can you do it?"
It was intoxicating, allowing herself to drift and give in to his commands. Her body arched and moved to his every touch, lust clouding any thought she had about leaving. Her musk filled the air, sweat dripping out of every pore as she carried on. Shawn didn't seem to notice, his own scent muted compared to any other stallion she smelled and hard to read.
Riding was okay once you got started but what about the real riding?
Didn't Shawn want any of that?
She was being such a good girl.
When was it going to be her turn?
Somehow they made their way off Sweet Apple Acres property after spending like an hour going in circles. Trees watched their steps as the path became a trail and sunlight became like stars under the thick tree tops. It was so funny, seeing the tiny patches of uncleared forest, the ones she slept in after Applejack would chase her away from her apple trees, from this angle. Her hooves felt everything. The soft soil thumping under her soles. The stray stalks of tall grass brushing against her hips. Her body felt everything. The warmth of Shawn riding her and the wind sweeping them by as they sped up, gliding over fallen logs and large rocks in their way.
Dash closed her eyes, electrified, as she uselessly fought off her orgasm and gave in as her face met with the front of a large oak tree. Shawn might have still been on but she went down, wincing as she laid sprawled out on the forest floor. The belt of the saddle loosened and her wings whipped themselves free, tearing the strap in half. Dash cringed, throwing her hoof into her face. Whelp. How was she going to explain this to Applejack?
I broke your favorite saddle because I couldn't help but crash and cum because Shawn was riding me? Please don't break my face?
“Red.” Shawn was right by her side, pulling the ruined saddle off her. “Are you all right? We were doing just fine until that tree and I though I'd gave you the signal to turn-” He suddenly averted his eyes, a little red appearing in his cheeks. Dash stared at him until she realized she sat up and showed her soaked plot. Her wings drew close to her sides.
“I uh...”
“Yeah.” Shawn said, sheepish. “I guess that explains the smell, I just though it was natural horse odor.”
“Hey, shut up.” She barked, getting up on her hooves. “This is a perfectly and normal reaction to be rode on. You should be thankful that I even let you on at all. Do you know how many ponies wish they could've had the chance to get a piece of the awesome Dash?” She kept going forward until she had him against a tree with his hands in the air. “You rode me, I now ride you.”
“Wait what?”
“You-” Dash puffed out, trying not to trip over her words. “heard me! You been distracting me all day with your really nice ass, your weird smell and your whole attitude about riding a pony. Stop acting so whatever you're doing and-” Her voice rose as she forced out the dirtiest word she could muster, “rut me!”
Shawn stared at her, his face going blank. Minutes passed. “You know, you were smelling like that for a while.” He said, the friendliness in his voice gone. Oh please, don't tell her he took this seriously. “I just wanted to ride a pony but you were just using me to get off weren't you? How many times did you?”
“Three times, maybe. Once you got on me, I almost came on the spot. And there you were, praising me for being horny enough to carry you around. You probably want it as much as I do.” Dash bragged. She honestly didn't keep count. Why was he even asking? Did he need it to puff up his ego before they got to the good stuff? “It's not my fault you weren't paying attention and you should finish me off too. It's all your fault.”
“No.”
The human took a step forward. Dash took a step back, her hoof snapping a stray branch. The sound echoed in the forest, sending birds into the sky. A few feathers fell around them, all dark in color and in that moment, Dash got the idea that she might have said something stupid. But that was crazy.
“You were being a bad girl and bad girls don't get what they want.”
“I was being a bad girl.” She agreed, shoveling down the way she trembled under Shawn's cold gaze. She had his full attention and it was all-consuming, threatening to turn her into stone. She took a skittish step back and Shawn matched her and took two more. The smell of him changed, growing thicker and hot. Just the whiff of him reacting to her, Dash's tail spun, readying to move out the way for his punishment.
“You should punish me like you punish a whorse.” She purred, turning around and taking the mounting position, showing her all. “Do it or I'll just be bad again. Real bad.” Her tail reached out, wrapping where his hand was and guided it to her dripping cunt.
“So green?” His hands went down to her thighs, pushing them further apart. Dash moaned, huffing as she waited for his cock to enter her. “You want me to continue? Tell me that it's green and I'll give you the proper punishment you so deserved.”
“Green!” She shrieked, rubbing her face in the dirt. “Now do it. Make me your whorse!”
The first smack came out of nowhere, landing directly on her ass. “What-” She tried to get up but he held her down. Then came the next one, clapping against her cheek harder than the first. “Nngh!” She grunted, lifting her hips to force him off as the slaps kept coming. It didn't matter. His hand followed, the tempo changing every time she got used to the flow. First slow, then fast, then slow again. Her butt-cheeks hurt, she wouldn't be able to sit down again if he didn't stop.
Dash cried out, desperately bucking her hips.
“Red.” Shawn sounded breathless and low. His scent, there was even more of it now. She backed her hips, trying reach his crotch. He had to be a little horny. Why couldn't he just fuck her? “There's no such thing as a whorse on my world. But there is a word we do use. It's called whore. Do you want me to treat you as a whore as your punishment?”
“Green, you teasing cock-” Her words ended in a body-shuddering gasp as a finger entered her. Then two, stretching out her wet folds and exploring her most private of places. It felt so good and so small. She didn't want his fingers. She wanted the whole package but Shawn didn't heed her thoughts, adding a third finger and stroking her inner walls. Dash rocked her hips, riding his fingers as her eyes shuttered closed. Her reedy moans growing hoarse as her thighs began to shake. Here came another one, another orgasm to sweep her away.
Her mouth opened wide, ready to cry out until Shawn pulled out his fingers.
“What are you doing? I was this close-” Her ass got another smack for her outburst, this one wet with her juices and making a more thundering clap than the others. Then he flipped her over and sat on her waist, knocking the air out of her lungs. He placed his stained hand in front of her muzzle.
“You got my fingers dirty, clean them.”
Dash tried to buck him off but with his legs on either side of her, his feet rested lightly on her wings, kept her trapped. And he just had to be stronger than he looked. Fuck. The pegasus opened her mouth and let his fingers in, sucking on the digits covered in her tangy juice.
So fucking gross.
Dash drooled, sucking on his knuckles as Shawn removed the bridle around her face. Then he took his cleaned fingers back and held her chin. Their eyes met, hers wet and his unsatisfied. With him sitting on top, she felt his long half-hard member digging into her stomach.
“I'm very upset with you.” He said, tilting her head and bringing it closer. “I can't even punish you properly because that's what you want. You want me to fuck you low into the ground. Fuck you like the whore you are. Whores can't be allowed to get what they want.” He took the tip of her ear into his mouth. Dash squealed, pawing at his chest as he played with it using his eager tongue. Then bit it, the pain making her shout with want and need. “I'll have to break you in. Green?”
He let her poor ear go.
“Gre-een.”
The greatest sound in the world was the sound of Shawn unbuckling his belt. She hardly had to wait to feel the tip of his large cock head poking at her entrance before it pushed through. She groaned, taking in his shaft as he slid in half-way before pulling out. Dash writhed in pleasured pain, his thrusts rough and hard. He didn't even give her a chance to catch her breath. She wanted more. So much more.
She threw her hooves around him, holding on as their fucking grew fast and wild. Their hips bumped into each other, slick with sweat and scent. She inhaled, finally smelling his arousal. His wood-like and apple-light musk dousing her with every pre-cum drop squeezed from his dick. Her hips shook as she felt Shawn's cock twitch inside her. Wasn't he cumming a bit too soon? Not yet, her studicious stud. Just wait for her. With a mighty thrust, Shawn re-angled his hips and drove into a bundle of nerves that had her seeing white. Again, she was so close and-
The human PULLED OUT.
His cock rubbed her cunt, avoiding her pink hot spot, before it stiffened and squirted all over her lower waist. The white cum was warm as it fell and coated her thighs, dribbling down to pool between her legs. She stared at him, jaw falling open as she sat up, anger blinding her sight. “Red, you son of an ass! You cummed all over me. Do you know how hard that is to wash off, you bastard? I'll be smelling like you for days! I can't go anywhere stinking this and I refuse to be left like-”
Shawn smiled at her and got up off his knees.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“We're done.” He said over his shoulder, sliding his pants back on.
“No, we're not. Green. Green!”
He shook his head, picking up Applejack's saddle and bridle. “Nah, the ride's over. Hope you didn't think my dirty talk was too lazy. I wasn't prepa..." The human sighed. "I suppose it doesn't matter, we compromised. Now come on, I'm sure there's a river around where we can get you clean.”
Dash got on her hooves, white jizz sliding down her legs like it belonged there. Her tail flicked as much as it could, stray drops even falling on Shawn who had the decency not to laugh. He led the way and she followed, ducking her head and hiding from every ray of light until a really weird question made her stop. There were dumb questions. There were stupid questions. But such a weird question for a weirdo like Shawn, she couldn't help but to blurt it out.
“Was I... uh... a good girl?” She asked lamely, wincing at how it sounded like it was really a serious question. It wasn't. Not really. She was just asking for Applejack's sake and she got to have fun but-
“Of course, you were. You were a good girl, angel.”
Celestia, why did his words make her feel so weird? But being his partner was okay before she messed it up...
“And, we'll uh, ride again. Like tomorrow because I messed up the ride, right? You're not cured and I broke the saddle so we'll need a new one. So tomorrow, right?”
Shawn stopped, turning around and haloed in the light of the setting sun.
“Of course.”
