Author's Note

Watersports warning, ho! If this does not meet with your approval, please cease reading here.

For the rest of you, read on!

Morning Comfort

Light began to shine through the windows in Rainbow Dash’s bedroom as morning broke over the horizon. The rays of light fell onto the slumbering body of Sweetie Belle, causing her to stir from what felt like her best every night’s sleep.

After a few moments of morning amnesia, the filly caught her bearings; looking around, she realised that Rainbow Dash was nowhere to be found. Throwing off the cloud duvet, she trotted towards the door; as Sweetie Belle moved closer, the foal caught the whiff of a peculiar smell in the air. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious.

Sweetie Belle quickly found her way to what passed for Rainbow Dash’s kitchen; a small recess with a breakfast table. On closer inspection, the it appeared the cyan pegasus was cooking pancakes on a stove-like appliance; Rainbow Dash was paying close attention to a saucepan, as she squeezed something that looked suspiciously like pancake batter onto the hot metal. Underneath the saucepan, a small crystal was outputting a controlled heat to the simmering culinary creation; Rainbow Dash deftly used a spatula with her hooves to flip the pancake over one she judged it to be sufficiently brown on one side.

Rainbow had barely noticed the unicorn walk in and take a seat at the breakfast table, her mind perfectly happy to use the excuse of breakfast to not think about the events of last night. That excuse came to an abrupt end when Rainbow dished up the results of her cooking; the two ponies suddenly found themselves in an uncomfortable silence. Both Sweetie Belle and Rainbow Dash avoided making eye contact, and they barely exchanged words for what seemed like an eternity to them both.

Rainbow was close to screaming internally; she had awoken during the night, and her mind was adamant in its refusal to let her sleep, replaying the events of the night in uncomfortable emotional sobriety. Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, had hardly given what happened a second thought, but it was becoming clear, even to a pony of her youthful years, that something didn’t feel right.

Sweetie Belle finished her stack of pancakes, unashamedly licking the bowl clean of the last drops of syrup, before summing up the courage to break the silence between them.

“Um, Rainbow Dash… is everything OK?” the unicorn enquired, tilting her head to the side.

While Rainbow knew that the silence would end eventually, she was unprepared to offer a coherent response when pressured, “I, um, uh… yeah, I’m, uh, y’know, fine...” she responded, now super-obviously avoiding making eye contact with the concerned filly, looking as she was down at the floor. Sweetie Belle became subconsciously infected with the depressing breakfast overtones, and her jaw sunk to rest on the table’s surface. “I’m sorry if I made you sad, Rainbow Dash…”

The cyan pegasus got off her stool, and approached the foal from the side, motioning for Sweetie Belle to get on her back, “I think it’s time you and I had a talk. I’ve been putting it off all morning.” The unicorn nodded, and Rainbow slowly carried the saddled pony into the living room, depositing her on a comfy cloud sofa.

Rainbow turned away from Sweetie Belle, taking a moment to compose herself. After taking taking a few deep breaths, she turned to face her curious guest. “First off, lemme say that this is not your fault. Rarity left me in charge of you, and I’m supposed to be the responsible one. Last night… I thought back to when I was in flight school. My estrus hit me hard, like, some nights I would be furiously grinding against my bedsheets, ‘cus it would be burning down there.”

The unicorn piped up, “Yeah, it was like a really bad itch. When I use my hooves down there, it goes away for a bit. It… hasn’t itched since last night, though.”

“Well, after listening to you for what seemed like hours, I remembered that, while this was happening to me, I would have given nearly anything to have someone help me. And, y’know, I was super horny. I’ve been going through a bit of a dry spell...”

Sweetie Belle scoured over the pegasus with her eyes, “But you always look dry!” The innocence of the foal in front of her elicited a giggle from Rainbow Dash, “Not… quite what I meant. It means that I haven’t done… that with anypony else for a while.”

“Who was the last pony you did it with?” the unicorn enquired.

Rainbow Dash wasn’t prepared for that question, her body instinctively taking a step backward, “I… uh… OK, I will, on one condition; that what you hear in this cloud house, stays in this cloud house. That means that you don’t tell Rarity, or any of your friends about this. Are we clear?”

The foal enthusiastically nodded, and punctuated her acceptance by trailing a hoof across her closed nuzzle like a zipper. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, “It was… Applejack. She and I… share some... interests.”

“Like what?” the foal pestered, cocking her head to the side.

“Well… Celestia-dammit, this is hard.” the pegasus said, bringing a hoof to her forehead to massage her temple, “Applejack and I… we… like to, um… pee on each other.”

Rainbow Dash made eye contact with Sweetie Belle, and for a split-second was left wondering to herself if she had actually caused the foal to blow a fuse.

“Rainbow Dash… can I tell you something?” the unicorn said, lowering her eyes to the floor.

Rainbow nodded, and slowly made her way to the cloud sofa. Sitting down next to Sweetie Belle, the pegasus placed a hoof briefly on the filly’s shoulder, “You can tell me anything, squirt. What’s on your mind?”

“Well… I’ve never told anypony this, but once, when we were out crusading, Scootaloo ran off, saying that she’d be back shortly. Apple Bloom went off on her own to chase down the supplies we needed, while I went to check on Scootaloo. I found her in a small clearing, but she hadn’t noticed me… kinda because she had her back to me, and didn’t see me shuffling in the bushes. I got a front-row seat as she... started to pee against a tree. I felt… down there start to tingle as I watched. I started to move my hoof, and I... started to wish it was me instead of the tree. Am I… am I wrong to want to watch that again?” the foal asked the slightly-shocked pegasus.

Rainbow Dash, meanwhile, was wondering if all her Hearth’s Warmings had come at once. The dissenting voice in her head, heard prominently last night, was getting quieter and quieter. Her mind seized the moment before she lost her nerve, “Do you… want to do that?”

“Really!?” the foal exclaimed with barely-restrained enthusiasm. “You’d really do that with me?”

“Sure thing, squirt. What do you wanna do first, exactly?” the pegasus attempted to clarify.

The filly got off the sofa, and very quickly made her way to between the thigh’s of the clearly-aroused pegasus. “Whenever I rub myself, it makes me want to pee. I want to see how long you can hold out for.” Without giving Rainbow a chance to respond, Sweetie Belle immediately dived to Rainbow’s sweet spot, frantically and eagerly lapping at the athlete’s moistened folds. Rainbow herself found herself sinking back into the cloud sofa, the experience so far much more comfortable than on the cloud bed earlier.

The pegasus suddenly squeaked as Sweetie Belle’s tongue found her clitoris, freshly exposed by her nethers winking in arousal. Rainbow’s bladder relaxed briefly, causing Sweetie Belle to be splattered with a spurt of fresh urine. Surprised, but not unwelcomly so, the filly hungrily lapped up the warm, golden liquid. Not finding it unpleasant, Sweetie Belle set about relieving the pegasus of her burden, diving in with renewed vigour to assault Rainbow’s winking clitoral sheath. As the foal’s tongue made contact with the sensitive nub, Rainbow could no longer hide her moaning, and her increased breathing alerted Sweetie Belle to the fact that she was close to climaxing. “Ah, Sweetie Belle… I can’t hold on much longer...!”

Sweetie Belle smiled to herself, and increased her pace, while using a hoof to gently tease and caress the pegasus’ sensitive teats, much like she would do with her own sometimes. Under this renewed assault, Rainbow’s climax finally overtook her, causing most of her muscles to involuntarily spasm and relax. Sweetie Belle, however, was ready, and covered Rainbow’s urethral opening with her mouth while her hoof continued to massage her winking clitoral hood. The foal’s mouth began to fill with warm urine, eagerly swallowing the slightly-salty liquid, as her tongue lapped at the still-quivering flesh in front of her.
Rainbow was finally coming down from her orgasm, and was faced with a mild disbelief. That… was better than Applejack ever managed to do to me.

Not to be outdone, Rainbow pulled Sweetie Belle up onto the sofa, and propped her up against one of the clouds, “Only fair I get a taste of you, right squirt?” Before the foal could enquire, Rainbow parted the filly’s nethers with her tongue, running it hungrily along her pulsing vaginal walls. Feeling mischievous, the pegasus pressed down slightly on Sweetie Belle’s abdomen, causing the foal to squeak at the unusual sensation. Rainbow knew exactly what she was doing, and was swiftly rewarded with a small jet of sweet-tasting urine, freshly warmed by its incubation in the foal’s bladder. The filly’s mind kept going back to what it was like to have Rainbow peeing in her mouth, and found herself becoming increasingly aroused by revisiting that thought. Rainbow switched her tongue’s attention to Sweetie Belle’s now-winking hood, causing yet another small, golden stream of urine to be released from the unicorn’s bladder.

Sweetie Belle, due to her inexperience, was finding it increasingly difficult to hold her bladder against the onslaught of the still-hungry pegasus. The more the foal’s hood winked, the greater the attention given to her by the pegasus until, finally, her muscles could hold out no longer. The filly’s upper muscles tensed up, while her bladder muscles gave way, causing Rainbow to absorb the full force of Sweetie Belle’s golden treasure. Rainbow drank from the warm stream, before giving in to the urge to soak her face in the yellow effluence, a spare hoof beginning to rub her labia at the same time. Satisfied that her muzzle was sufficiently soaked, Rainbow started to drink from the stream again. As her muzzle hungrily swallowed the warm offering, Rainbow’s hoof began to rub at her clitoris, once again exposed by a rapidly-winking hood. As the stream’s pressure diminished, Rainbow increased her rubbing to a rapid pace, driven on by the taboo nature of what she was doing. Rainbow got on her knees in front of the foal, who was still lying on her back, and continued to furiously mash her button in full view of Sweetie Belle. After a very short while, Rainbow stumbled on her second orgasm, and small globs of fluid landed on the panting foal. The pegasus, blinded by lust and fueled by something else she didn’t quite understand, got a little bolder, and decided to evacuate the remaining urine from her bladder.

The cyan pegasus aimed the stream of what was left in reserve at the filly’s still-winking hood, the warm jet of urine extending the orgasm still being felt by Sweetie Belle.

Crashing back down on to the sofa, and still panting from two climaxes in the same morning, Rainbow Dash looked at both herself and the soaking-wet foal, “... fancy a shower, squirt?”