A Loving Reunion

She’s been gone all day. I know she needs to do this – ”A girl’s gotta fly!” she tells me. But still, I worry; especially when she hops off the balcony at first light, and is gone until the sun is sinking. The worst part is, she thinks it’s funny that I worry. But that’s okay, because she always gives me a little nuzzle and tells me it’s fine; “I always fly above the clouds,” she’ll say, “so no one can see me!”

I don’t tell her that I’m more worried about her meeting a jet engine.

Sorry, let me start closer to the beginning. My name is Megan Williams, Originally from Nowheresville, Illinois, currently a student at U-Dub in Seattle. I came here to get off the farm, though dad’s certain I’ll be back any day. And the person I’m worried about... Well, that’s the hard thing to explain. She’s not really a person, per se. She’s a pony.

Three months ago, I was watching the fireworks over the Sound from my rooftop, next to Mr. Mallister’s pigeon coop (Mr. Mallister’s our landlord; blind as a bat, but a nice guy.) It was late and I was only sort-of paying attention. Until one went off that seemed to fill up the sky with a rainbow of color, and shook me up with how loud it was. That would have been wild enough… but something was coming right for me. Luckily, it crashed into the pigeon coop instead. That was crazy enough, but what really got me was the rainbow-tailed blue rump hanging out of the coop.

I would like to say that it was my first encounter with a flying pony, but that… wouldn’t be strictly accurate. Up until that night though, I thought they were just a dream. Something everyone – including me – thought I’d made up when I was little. That a tiny pegasus named ‘Firefly’ had swept me away to a magical land named ‘Dream Valley’ where… well, I’ll spare you the details, but you can understand why I was having a bit of a panic attack.

That’s how I met Rainbow Dash. She nearly smashed right into me after what she calls a ‘sonic rainboom.’ That night when I pulled her from the pigeon coop and brought her down to my apartment to take care of her cuts and bruises, I knew right away my life could never be the same. Neither of us have any idea how she got here, but well, here she is. Or rather, here she was, or will be, since I’m waiting for her to come back home for the night.

It’s nearly seven when she finally shows up. I’d left out a tray of sprouts and soy milk – lucky her, our diets are compatible – and decided to take a shower. I didn’t even know she was back until I looked down and saw her making faces against the glass screen of the shower stall. Her mouth was all spread out, her cheeks were puffed up, with crossed eyes… She was so intent on being goofy that she barely noticed when I wrung the washcloth out over the edge of the stall door, right onto her.

“Augh! What? I was just saying hi,” I hear her grumble, as she takes to the air to peer over the edge of the shower. I flush at her whistle. “Wow. Hi there, Megan. Miss me?” For a moment I consider flicking her with the washcloth, but that earnest smile and her big violet eyes win me over. Just like every time.

“Go eat,” I tell her, holding the soggy terrycloth over my breasts. “I’ll be out in a few. I’ll try to not use all the hot water, kay?” She usually bathes in the clouds – so she tells me – but since the weather started cooling, the novelty of hot water is starting to catch on with her.

“Mmmm, don’t worry about it. Open up, willya? We’ll share!” Like I said, it’s been three months since we met. Since then we’ve become close. I told her all about the ponies I knew when I was little, and she told me about her friends back in her hometown, and we decided that we’d be best friends while she’s here. Not too long ago, we became… something more. I know it sounds weird, but it feels perfectly natural to me. I give my Rainbow Dash an indulgent smile, and open the door to the shower, letting her hop into the tub with me.

“Here, let me get that for you…” I offer, pulling the showerhead from its holder, and letting the spray run over her, from head to tail. Her pleased noise makes goosebumps tickle up and down my body, and I focus on wetting down the coarser hair of her mane, soaking it through. My other hand is busy groping for the bottle of apple-scented shampoo as I spritz the sweat from her coat.

“Oh, wow, Megan,” she groans – I’m sure it’s exaggerated, but I don’t really mind – “You have no idea how perfect that feels. Do you have any idea how… grimy the sky was today?” I roll my eyes. Here we go, Rainbow Dash, smog reporter. Still, she has a point, I can’t imagine flying through the mess does her any favors. “Maybe I should get some goggles. What do you think?”

I’m sitting at the back edge of the tub now, resting my knees on either side of her rump, so I can rinse out her tail. “Well, it’s not so bad when the weather gets cooler,” I offer, free hand stretching her tail a bit as I wet it through. “I’ll get you some goggles though, if you like. Do you want an aviator’s cap, maybe one of those lambskin jackets?” I’m smirking at her, all the more since she’s giving me that look. “Maybe a long wool scarf so it can-!” I’m interrupted by her flicking her tail at me, spraying me with water. I laugh, dropping the shampoo and showerhead both as I wipe my face.

“I think it’s your turn!” was all I heard before suddenly getting blasted with the showerhead. Through the spray I can see she’s got it in her mouth and is shaking it back and forth. It does a pretty good job of getting the last suds off my body. I’m laughing and putting my hands up so it’s not spraying my face.

“Stop, stop! I can’t shampoo you if you’re doing that!” Even with my laughter, she buys it, and lets the showerhead drop. As it turns out, this is one of her favorite things in the world. And small wonder; ponies lack fingers. My butt squeaks against the enamel of the tub as I scoot around and get to my knees in front of her. Her wings shiver a little in anticipation while she watches me pour a generous dollop of shampoo into my hand. She gives a silly-sounding squeak when I kiss the end of her nose, before digging my shampooed fingers into her mane.

The hair that adorns her head and crests along her neck is thick, and just a little coarser than my own, at least back when I wore it loose. What’s always fascinated me is the way it shimmers, each brightly-colored stand an iridescent rainbow in its own right. At least, when it’s clean. So I work the soap deep into that long mop of colorful hair, and she bows her head, making little pleased noises. “Wow. Wow. I wish I had fingers. So I could return the favor,” she mumbles, her neck firm, a little tense under my hands. Her strong wings give a flap when I work my way towards them, then back up, combing out the tangles from her wind-touseled hair.

In fact I’m so engrossed in cleaning her mane and getting it neat that I forget the position I’m in – until I feel warm, soft lips wrap around my left nipple, and Dash’s smooth tongue swirling around it, coaxing it to sudden hardness. “Dash!” I gasp, leaning back, freeing myself from her mouth. She just gives me one of her ‘who, me?’ grins, and leans forward to taste the other. I let her, even arching my back a bit to press to her mouth. My tits are nothing special, I think; modest-sized, pointed, with small pale nipples. Dash seems to love them though, and right now, the feel of her tugging and suckling is making me love them, too. My breath comes faster, my fingers doing more massaging of her neck than lathering of her mane.

“You really like that, huh?” She kisses between the two mounds and peers up at me with an impish gleam in her eye. “I’m not distracting you, am I?” And then she’s back on my left breast, nuzzling and kissing the pale skin with that warm, warm mouth of hers.

“Not distracting at all,” is my lying response. In truth my stomach is doing a little flip with each of her gentle sucks, and I have to remind myself to not get soap in her feathers. She responds with a little grunt and I think about coding, laundry, paying the rent, whatever it’ll take to get me through this without becoming jelly in her hooves.

Finally I’m satisfied with her mane, and give her ear a tug. “Okay Dash, take a break.” Speaking of breaking, my voice squeaks a little when she pulls away with a wet ‘pop’. If I weren’t already on my knees, I’d probably end up that way. All she’s done is play with my tits, and I’m on fire inside.

She looks up at me with a huge grin. She knows the state I’m in. “Mmmm, hmmm, not distracted at all, I see. “ Her mouth presses to my upper chest, kissing the freckled skin. “I like that you have two ‘I win’ buttons like that, Megan.” Everything’s a competition to her. I smirk and wash the smug look from her with a spray from the shower head. She sputters and shakes her head, but before she can speak again, my mouth is on hers, keeping her quiet with a hard kiss, while I rinse out her mane.

I’d dated two girls before meeting Dash. They both liked to kiss. Pecks on the cheeks, nibbles on the ear, the long dramatic kiss in the Safeway parking lot so everyone knows. Rainbow Dash is different. She doesn’t like to kiss. She loves to kiss. We can spend an entire night cuddled up, pretending to watch the late-night feature on SiFi, but really just filling the whole time exploring and enjoying each others’ mouths. She never does anything halfway, and it’s like that now. While I fumble with her mane, her deft tongue is teasing with mine, coaxing me into her welcoming, hot mouth. Her lips are full and have a funny velvety texture, and they are tugging and suckling at my own, when out tongues aren’t dueling.

She’s the one who breaks that long, lush kiss, nuzzling into my ear. Her breath is a whisper, “Hey, what about the rest of my mane?” She interrupted kissing-time for that? I give her a bit of a shove, but she’s laughing. I did forget what I was doing; half of her mane is silky and shining, the other Is still full of bubbles.

“If that’s how you’re going to be, I should let you shower by yourself.” My irritation is false, but she looks contrite anyway, even leaning up to give me another kiss – a shorter one.

“I’ll make it up to you,” is her promise. I finish spraying shampoo from her mane, and start rinsing suds from where they gather on her chest and forelegs. She leans her head back, looking strangely proud of herself. I can’t resist leaning in, nipping through the short fuzz of fur so that my teeth tease her throat and make her suck in a breath.

“You’re so spoiled, Rainbow Dash. Next you’ll want me to style you.” The suds smell like apple, but the taste leaves something to be desired. I add more water, until the sky-blue fur shines.

“I’m not!” She protests, a few moments late – she’s distracted, too. “And to prove it, you don’t have to wash my tail tonight. I think the rinse should do…” She looks back over her shoulder, flicking her sodden tail so that it slaps wetly on the wall. She’s in a hurry to get out. So am I.

After some awkward grunts and shared cuss words, I manage to clamber around her to turn the water off. I leave the showerhead hanging and slide the door open. Dash nearly bowls me over when she hops out. “Dash, don’t-“ but I’m too late. She’s decided that she needs to make a motorboat noise when she shakes. The noise and the water flying everywhere remind me of the one time I went water-skiing. By the time I’m out and grabbing a towel, the still-soaked mare is gallivanting around the house, working off some of the restless energy from standing in the shower so long.

I can think of better uses for it.

While she gallops around the kitchen and living room, I towel myself off and slip into the bedroom we share. I don’t bother pulling back the covers before lying back, pulling he pillows under my shoulders to prop myself up. It’ll be a minute before Rainbow Dash figures out I’ll not be joining her in the living room, so I have a little time for me. My hand cups over a breast, scissoring the still-taut nipple between my fingers, while I use the other to stroke the damp skin of my flat stomach. Just as I’m about to go lower, Dash pokes her head in the door.

“Oh, hiding in here, huh?” She sounds a little out of breath. Her shimmering mane and coat make up for the fact half my apartment is probably damp and flecked with feathers now. She comes to the bed, resting her forehooves on the mattress and peering at me. I smile at her and give my nipple a tug, gasping softly. “Wow Megan… you’re so hot,” she whispers, raptly watching. “Show me more.”

That impish glint comes to her eyes, and I roll my own, laughing a bit. “You just want me hot and bothered so you can slack off,” I tease her. She blows a raspberry at me. “Silly pony,” I murmur before giving in. Changing the angle of my pillows, I lay facing her, my legs open. I hear her breath catch, but I haven’t even started yet. My hand dips down, brushing the damp patch of gold-copper curls I keep, before my fingertips brush my bare pussy. The wetness I feel isn’t just from the shower; I want her. I want my little pony to make love to me. The realization of how crazy that might sound makes me laugh aloud. Dash gives me a brief puzzled look, and I can tell she’s about to ask me something. I distract her by opening myself. Her jaw drops and I grin.

I had planned to give her a show, but well… Dash has no patience at all. If she wants something, she wants it now, and she loses interest just as quickly. This time I don’t mind, because the feel of her nudging my hand away and replacing it with her mouth is exquisite. I pull my legs up, and she climbs all the way onto the mattress. Her tongue is wonderful; strong, hot, with a velvety sort of roughness. She confessed to me once that she’d been with a few mares herself, and though the anatomy is a little different, she still knows what she’s doing. I’m seeing stars and starting to feel a little light-headed from her teasing my clit like she does. Back and forth, giving pauses to explore and kiss the rest of me, then back to that heated little nub.

We’ve only been doing this for a month, but she can already read me like a book. I close my eyes and behind my eyelids, I see the glowing colors of impending starbursts. Muscles in my stomach and lower are tingling and tightening… and she stops. Just like that, her mouth is gone, leaving my wet and sensitive flesh to the mercy of the apartment’s cool air. “Daaaash,” I’m not too ashamed to admit I whine when she does this, “That’s not fair!” My eyes open and she’s standing over me with a smug look on her face.

“Whaaaaat?” Her tone is teasing, and she flips her mane. “You were taking too long to warm up, is all, so I helped!” She’s such a smartass, but when she’s licking my taste from her lips, it’s hard to be too annoyed.

Her forehooves are on either side of my waist, and I find that my hands are stroking those limbs, feeling the slender bones and taut muscle that lead up to her shoulders. We lock eyes for a moment, my blue against her violet. She starts to get this soft sort of bedroom smile, and I know I have her. I tug her forelegs at the same time I wrap my legs around her rump. The look on her face when she’s suddenly pulled against me is priceless, and I can’t resist giving her a kiss, now that we’re closer together. “Gotcha, Dash.“

“Hah! Guess you did.” Her admission is interrupted by more kissing. God, I love kissing this pony. Our tongues flicker and duel together, and our bodies are just as energetic as we try to get comfortable together. The feel of her warm, soft fur and muscular body against me is fantastic, and I’m sure she feels my heart pounding through my breasts, pressed as they are against her chest. She squirms and wriggles a bit, knowing what she wants. I groan into her mouth when I feel that soft, slippery warmth press to me, her suede-soft pussy grinding down on mine with our legs scissored together.

We stay like that for a long time, kissing deeply with our mouths and our sex. My arms fold around her and playing with the feathers in her wings, enjoying the taste of her mouth with each deep sweep of my tongue. The more we kiss, the hotter she grows between my legs. I can feel that delicate, soft flesh throbbing against me, growing wetter as we trade nibbles and licks. I bend first, breaking the unspoken pact to just kiss. My hands slip down to grab a double-handful of her tight rump, and I thrust my hips up as I pull her down.

She lifts her head back, crying out in pleasure. It’s almost a whinny, and I’m sure by now the neighbors are wondering. But I don’t care, she’s beautiful like this. There’s no need for words as we move together, our hips rising and falling together, barely breaking contact. Each firm thrust presses my stiffened clit against hers, and makes my breasts bounce against her chest. She looks down at me, and I can see she’s flushing, her bare nose and the insides of her ears a warm pink beneath the blue pigment. I’m sure my own freckled face is no different. This time when we hold each others’ gaze, there’s no teasing, no trickery, just two panting, trembling lovers basking in each other.

She’s first to go over the edge. If you’ve never felt a pony cum on you – and I’ll bet you haven’t – It’s like your partner turns into a shivery, trembling lump of happy. At least, that’s how it is with Rainbow Dash. She doesn’t tense up, she just sort of… goes into it. Our legs are laced together, and her panting is turning into soft, breathless moans. I can see her wings trembling above us, and then she rocks hard against me, bouncing me into the mattress. I know what’s coming and squeeze her tight against me. Her pussy spasms against mine, clenching and releasing each time splashing hot fluid against me. Her voice escapes as a melodic cry with each squeeze, and I cry out with her. My own release isn’t as dramatic, but it’s no less fulfilling.

For a while we stay like that, wrapped around each other, slowly grinding together and basking in the warmth. Her lips find my nipples, my fingers tease beneath her tail, and we’re happy. In a few minutes, maybe I’ll push her onto her back and remind myself of how sweet she tastes. But for right now, I can let my mind wander.

Rainbow Dash says she’ll never leave me behind, that if she ever finds a way back, I’m coming with her. I don’t doubt her conviction, and I’d love nothing better than to go back to the world I thought was a dream for so long. I’m just not sure it’s possible. Once I told her that if she found a way back and I couldn’t come, she should go anyway. She nuzzled under my chin and said…

“I love you so much.”

That’s her voice now, drawing my attention back to the bedroom, our twined bodies. I smile, stroking her back, before I dip down to nuzzle her ear. “I love you too, Rainbow Dash. More than anything.” Our lover’s embrace becomes a warm hug, as we draw apart for a few moments of pure cuddling. Her smile is beaming, and it’s so happy and earnest that it makes me laugh in joy.

There’s no question between the two of us. Either I go with her, or she’ll stay with me. Either would make me happy. But right now, I want her to stay just where she is, while I kiss my way down her chest and stomach. She giggles and kicks a little, and even though she’s certainly not anything like my friends from so many years before, I can’t help but think of her as my little pony.