The brown-skinned teenager paused at the front door. He glanced down at his watch, up at the driveway of the house and to his sides before ringing the doorbell.
No response.
He quickly pressed it again before glancing around again. He pressed the doorbell again, and quickly withdrew his finger as the door creaked open. A blue skinned girl quickly peaked out of the crack, her rainbow colored hair messy and her Cerise eyes still cloudy and unfocused. After a moment, she blinked and shook her head. She opened her eyes again, this time sharp and focused.
“Oh, It’s just you.” she stifled a yawn as she pushed the door further open, “Come on in.”
“What do you mean just me,” He grumbled as he followed her in, “Where you expecting someone else, Dash?”
“I was taking a Nap,” she responded as she headed into the kitchen.
“You’re always napping.”
“Being awesome makes you sleepy, Turner.” Her next sentence was cut off as she opened and slammed a door shut, “-Right?”
“I didn’t hear you,” Turner placed his backpack on the ground and went into the kitchen. Rainbow Dash frowned as she placed a cutting board on the kitchen counter.
“I said, your parent’s don’t know you’re here, right?”
“I told them Thunderlane was having a game night at his place.”
“...Is he?” Dash asked as she began to dice tomatoes.
“Well, yeah.” Turner shrugged, “It wouldn’t work if he wasn’t.”
“And if they call there to check on you?” Dash asked as she diced garlic and onions.
“They’re not that overbearing,” Turner grumbled.
“Humor me,” Dash snarked as she begun to crack eggs into a bowl.
“Mac’ll answer.”
“....What’s that going to do?”
“He’s good at impersonating people’s voices.” Dash shot him a suspicious look, “No, I’m serious. He’s flawless.”
“...That’s stupid.” Dash responded as she finished beating the eggs.
“What are you making?”
“Strapatsada. Scrambled eggs with tomato.”
“...That’s it?”
“Pretty much. There’s some leftover smelt and leftover meatballs.” Dash jerked her head towards the refrigerator. She placed a large pan onto the stove and poured olive oil into it.
“What kind of smelt?”
“Crispy fried.”
“Still got the eggs in it?”
“Yep.” Dash responded as she poured the chopped tomatoes, onions and garlic into the oil, “Give me the pepper.”
Turner walked over to a cabinet, and pulled out a small plastic container of ground pepper, “Anything else?”
“Um...Paprika, Do you like Thyme or Oregano better?”
“You’re out of both.” Turner pulled out another plastic container filled with a red powder.
“Really? Dad must have used it all for the meatballs,” She glanced down at the pan, “Bring the eggs with you too, this is almost ready.”
“Really?” Turner picked up the bowl of beaten eggs and set it next to her. He peered over her shoulder at the mess in the pan: a thick, rich looking red sauce simmered in the pan as Dash sprinkled the pepper and paprika into it. She picked up the beaten eggs and mixed the mixture together as the mess cooked.
“There’s feta in the fridge. Go get the meatballs and stuff and set the table,”
“Yes, dear.” Turner chuckled as he turned around. Dash blushed slightly.
Turner opened the refrigerator door and glanced around. He grabbed several containers and brought them out: a plastic container filled with meatballs, another container of small fried fishes and onions, and a half filled container of feta cheese.
“What kind of meatballs are these?”
“One of those cheap-ass frozen ones. I think its Italian sausage.”
“Really?”
“Dad was sick and I was still stuck at the Games.”
Turner placed the containers down on the dining room table. He quickly popped the top off one of the containers and popped one of the smelts into his mouth. He smiled as the cooked fish eggs popped in his mouth as he chewed. Dash walked into the dining room carrying the frying pan.
“Don’t stick your fingers in it. Go get the plates and stuff,” she paused, “And the bread.”
She set the pan onto a trivet as Turner walked off. She shot a quick glance at the kitchen before she picked one of the smelts out of the container and ate it. She quickly picked another out of the container.
“Ahem,”
She froze the smelt halfway to her mouth. Turner chuckled as he walked next to her and placed two plates on the table, along with several tongs and forks.
“Don’t stick your fingers in it,” he parroted, “Which bread did you mean, the French bread or the regular loaf?”
“French bread.”
“Got it.’
He placed the cut up loaf on the table as the two of them took a seat.
“Well…” Dash trailed off, “Let’s eat.”
---
The couple lounged on the sofa, watching TV.
“So I don’t get this movie,” Turner grumbled.
“What’s not to get? It’s badass.”
“Yes, but how do they even process the gasoline? How do they make nitrates at a lead mine? Who built all these elaborate pulleys and things into the rocks? Where did they even get a 1930s car?” Turner pointed at the screen, “Why did they have to build a guitar out of a toilet bowl? And why a flamethrower?”
“It doesn’t matter, all that matters is that it’s badass.” Dash countered.
“And how is this guy the only person who knows anything about medicine?” He jabbed a finger at the screen again.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“....This movie is just weird.”
“You were the one that suggested we watch it.”
“Well, I thought it was going to be more like the third one.”
“The third one was weird,” Dash sighed as the two quieted down again. The two continued to watch the movie in silence for several more minutes.
“...Hey. You wanna go take a shower?” Dash mumbled.
“Hmm? Oh. No, I had one before I came over,” He responded, not taking his eyes off the screen. Dash frowned and smacked his head.
“What was that for?” he turned to look at her as he rubbed his head.
“You wanna go take a shower?” She repeated.
“I sa…” Turner trailed off, lost in thought. Something clicked, as his eyes widened in realization, “...Oh.”
“Yeah, “Oh.” Dash snarked before trailing off.
“...Well?”
---
Dash blushed as she tossed her shirt into the laundry basket and started to undo her pants. Behind her, Turner tossed his own shirt into the basket.
“You don’t have to do this, Dash.”
“No, its fine,” she muttered as she slipped out of her pants. Turner blushed and looked away.
“...You’ve seen me in a bikini, how is my underwear any different?” Dash grinned.
“It’s not the clothes, it’s the intention.” he muttered as he slid his own pants off, “Are you sure we can even fit in your shower?”
“...” Dash glanced over at the shower as she undid her bra strap, “Probably.”
Turner turned towards Dash, “What do you mean pro.…” Turner trailed off as Dash’s bra dropped to the ground. The two stood in silence, blushing.
“I know they’re small, but you don’t have to keep staring like that,” Dash muttered.
“They’re cute,” Turner chuckled.
“Cute?” Dash repeated.
“Well, sure. They’re perky.”
“...Whatever, now it’s your turn.”
“...Seriously?”
“Just take it off,” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“...Same time,” Turner responded.
“What?”
“You take off yours off and I’ll do it simultaneously.”
“...Are you serious?”
“It’s fair, right?”
Dash glanced down at her own underwear, “...Fine, whatever.”
“Count of three then?”
“...Yeah.”
“Alright…” Turner trailed off, “Count of three?”
“Sure.”
“One...Two...three.”
The two pulled their underwear down and stood there, staring at each other. Several moments of silence passed before Dash stifled a snicker and burst out laughing. Turner’s face turned crimson as Dash pointed.
“That’s what it looks like?” She continued to laugh.
“...You don’t have to laugh that much,” he grumbled.
“It’s cute, though.” She grinned.
“...So is yours,” He countered with his own smile. Dash’s smile vanished and her face flushed with embarrassment.
“Shut up.”
“You know, all this time I was wondering if all your hair was rainbow patterned,” Turner continued on, “And I guess I was right.”
He paused, “That sounded a lot creepier than I thought it would.”
“Yeah, it was,” Dash turned around and walked towards the shower, “C’mon.”
“...You know, you have a really nice butt.” Turner chuckled as he followed her.
“Just get in the shower.”
Dash opened the shower curtains and fiddled with the faucets, turning the water on.
“Give it a moment,”
“...Are you sure we’re going to fit?” Turner asked again.
“...Pretty sure.” Dash quickly stuck her hand under the running water, “Alright, its good.”
She stepped into the shower, letting the water soak into her hair and run down her body. Turner glanced down, as his erection grew. Dash glanced back at him.
“C’mon, before…” Dash glanced down as Turner flushed, “...Shit. That’s how big it gets?”
“We’re not going to...You know, do that in there, are we?” He asked.
“No way. That kind of thing only works in Porn videos,” Dash paused, “Right?”
“I wouldn’t know,” He responded, stepping into the shower and pulled the curtain shut.
The two stood beneath the shower, awkwardly pressed up against each other.
“Stop poking my leg,” Dash grumbled.
“I can’t help it,” he countered, “You really didn’t think this out, did you?”
“...Well I thought we’d fit better,” She muttered, “They make it look romantic in those stupid novels.”
“There is a difference between Harlequin Erotica, Porn, Hentai and real life, you know.” Turner continued trying to move back, “For starters, the shower is bigger.”
“...This isn’t working,” Dash grumbled, “Let’s just get out of here.”
Dash tried to push past Turner, but instead slipped on the floor. As she fell, Turner reached out to grab her, while she simultaneously grabbed him, yanking him off his feet. The two landed on the floor with thump.
“I’m ok,” Dash winced, “Landed on the towel. You alright Tu…”
She trailed off as she looked down at him, his face planted firmly into her breast. After a moment, he pushed pulled away, and rolled off of her.
“Sorry,” He meekly apologized.
“...its fine,” she muttered.
“...Is it alright if, I...I mean, if you’re not…” Turner trailed off, “...Can I touch them?” he asked, meekly.
“...No.” Turner’s shoulders slumped slightly as his face dropped. Dash sat up, looking at him.
“If we’re gonna do this we’re doing it on my bed, not on the bathroom floor. That’s gross.”
“...Point taken.”
---
The two sat awkwardly on Dash’s bed, avoiding the other’s gaze. After a moment, the two turned to look at each other, coming face to face.
“...Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,”
Turner leaned in, bringing his lips to hers and kissed her. After a moment, they broke away as Turner turned his attention to Dash’s breast.
“Can I touch them?”
“Yeah,” Dash looked away.
He gently reached up and ran a finger down each of Dash’s breast. She shuddered and closed her eyes as Turner’s fingers circled her nipples. Turner continued to stroke her breast, gently caressing them. Discomfort crawled onto Dash’s face as Turner’s caresses turned rougher.
“Hey, not so rough,” Dash opened her eyes and frowned at him.
“Sorry,” Turner muttered as he pulled away.
“Just because they’re little doesn’t mean that it won’t hurt if you’re rough,” Dash continued on, “so be gentle.”
Turner’s fingers resumed stroking her nipples, as Dash closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip while his fingers continued to tease her nipples. Dash’s eyes shot open as something moist and warm stroked her nipple. Turner paused, his lips wrapped around one of Dash’s nipples.
“...Turner, what the hell.” Dash gave him a bemused smile.
“...” He lifted his head, leaving a saliva trail from his mouth to her nipple, “Sorry.”
“It’s cool, just…” Dash paused, “Just let me know next time. You ready?”
“...I don’t have a condom.”
Dash pushed Turner onto the bed, and crawled onto him.
“Don’t need one,” Dash grinned, “I’m not stupid, I got it figured out.”
“...If you’re sure.”
“Am I ever not sure?” Dash grinned as she ran a finger down his shaft. She got onto her knees, and positioned herself above him. Her grin vanished as she struggled with his penis, trying to get it positioned.
“...Do you want some help?” Turner asked, a slight smile on his face.
“...Yeah.”
Turner reached out, taking Dash’s hand and tried to assist her. After several more awkward moments, the couple winced as he penetrated her.
“...Well that could have been a bit more romantic,” he chuckled.
“This is a hell of a lot weirder than I thought it would be,” Dash breathed.
Wordlessly, Turner began to thrust into Dash. She winced under the erratic, powerful thrust, eventually shifting her position. Now lying on Turner, she embraced him.
“Not so rough, we got all night,” she whispered into his ear.
Dash’s grip around him tightened as his pace increased. She bit her lower lip again before, letting out a sharp, short yelp. Turner suddenly stopped, concern on his sweating face.
“Are you alright?”
Dash blushed, “I’m fine.”
“You screamed, did I hurt you?” Turner started move, trying to pull out of her.
“...I just came, that’s all.” Dash continued, still blushing. Turner’s own face turned crimson.
“...Oh. I thought…I thought I hurt you,” He muttered.
“I’m fine.” She kissed him as Turner started thrusting again. This time, his pace slowed, and became more rhythmic. Sweat dripped down the two of them as Dash kissed him again.
“Dash, I’m…” Turner gasped, “I’m…”
He grunted as he came inside of Rainbow Dash. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took the load, and her grip on Turner tightened. The two lay there, panting and sweating.
“Are you alright?” Turner asked.
“...That felt really fucking weird,” she muttered.
“Well it fucking should,” he joked back.
Dash paused, staring at him, “Really?”
“Sorry,” he blushed meekly, “But you’re ok, right?”
“Yeah,” Dash grinned as she ran a finger down Turner’s chest, “Think you can do it again?”
“...I can try.”
The two leaned into each other and kissed again.
Dash stirred, and felt something warm pressed against her. She opened her eyes and found herself staring into Turner’s sleeping face. After a moment, she rolled him off of her and sat up. She stared at down at her bed sheets at the mess of dried sexual fluids.
“...They don’t show that part in the pornos.” she muttered, “...I probably can wash it out.”
She glanced next to her at Turner’s sleeping form and lay back down next to him. She reached out and dragged a finger across his chest, down his stomach and paused. A smile grew on her face as she began to trace her finger around his penis. The smile turned devilish as he stirred and his erection grew.
“Whu..?” Turner blinked, vision blurry.
“Hey.” Dash shifted position, as she mounted Turner again, “Wanna do it again?”
---
The bathroom door squeaked open as Dash and Turner walked out. Dash wore little more than her panties and an oversized t-shirt, while Turner wore his pants.
“...I still don’t see why you have to wear my shirt.”
“It’s comfortable,” she grinned, “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Dunno, what were you planning for today?”
“Well…” Dash trailed off and came to a stop, “You smell that?”
“Smell wha…” Turner trailed off as the smell reached his nose: bacon.
“...Oh shit,” Dash swore as she rushed towards the kitchen. Turner followed on her heels and came to a stop behind her. A pink-skinned middle aged woman glanced up from the newspaper. Her Graying blue hair tied back in a ponytail, glasses low on her nose and cigarette clamped in her mouth.
“...Kid, you got a lot of explaining to do,” She grunted.
A head poked out from the kitchen: a Middle-aged man with light blue skin and a rainbow colored mess of hair beamed back at the two.
“Mourning Dashie. Mourning Turner. How do you like your eggs?” He asked.
“I thought you guys weren’t coming back until Tuesday,” Dash ignored both of her parents.
“It was cut short,” Her father replied, ducking back into the kitchen, “Sunny side up alright? Everyone likes sunny side up and runny yokes.”
“...Take a seat Dash. Turner,” Dash’s mother flipped the newspaper page, “We got a lot to talk about. For starters, why you thought this was a good idea.”
“This is a dream, right?” Dash muttered as she sat at the table across from her mother. Turner silently followed suit, unsure of what to say.
“For starters, kids…” Dash’s mother trailed off, “As long as you use protection, I really don’t care.” She paused, “Lemme rephrase that, Don’t do something illegal, and use protection. I’m too damn young to be a grandmother.”
“I agree,” Dash’s father entered the kitchen carrying two plates, heaped with toast, eggs, bacon, fried tomatoes, and other foodstuff.
“Now I’m sure you both had a very busy and very fun night, so eat up.”
“...I can’t believe this is happening,” Dash’s head thumped against the table, causing all the silverware to jump.
“Neither can I Kid,” her mother muttered.
