Author's Note

I'm trying a new chapter format. I really like having the shift in POV synced with the transition from chapter to chapter, but I understand that the individual vignettes are generally too short to be considered stand alone chapters. Please leave a comment if you like one way better than the other.
I really appreciate everyone that has liked, followed, and read this story so far. I have a lot of content written that I'm still tweaking. I'm hoping to update more regularly now that the holidays are over.
Thanks again for reading.

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Rainbow Dash

We got up off the couch and I followed her to the bed. She flicked her tail and hit me in the nose. I had no idea what ‘ravish’ meant, but I was looking forward to it. She gestured for me to climb on the bed, which I did. I would have flown, but my wings were out stiffer than I new they could be.

I realized I should warn her about that.

“Rares?”

“Yes darling”

“I need to tell you something. It’s nothing bad, but…”

She climbed onto the bed right on top of me and breathed against my ear. “Tell me whatever it is, love.” Then she was kissing and licking and nipping my neck and my chest and my ears. It took a minute to get the words out.

“Umm...you know how everypony says I’m the fastest pony in ponyville?”

“Mmmhmm”

“Well, I….” She had reached up a hoof to touch one of my wing joints and all the words in the world went away.

“Oh Rainbow,” there was a smile in that whisper. She hadn’t even done anything yet, but it had been so long, and I had been holding back so much that I peaked right there. Just from her touch and and her voice.

Rarity

She relaxed so much after that first one. I longed to kiss her and get lost in passion, but she needed a moment to recover. So, I kissed her quickly then I closed my eyes and explored her.

Rainbow Dash smells like fresh air. Of course she’s notorious for being too lazy to bathe, but when she’s clean and one can truly find her scent, she smells like clouds and rain and high pine trees.

She’s ticklish. Touches that are too light send her into a fit of laughter; touches that are too firm bring her over the edge too quickly and she finishes before she can even enjoy herself. I learned so much about how to touch her that first day.

She’s greedy about affection, which complements my own tendencies quite nicely. She just laid there letting my hooves and mouth wander over her for such a long time. If I stopped or pulled away at all, then she would groan or pull me close again. For a pony that always seems to be moving, it was astonishing to feel her become perfectly still under my touch.

Until I touched her with my horn.

There was a mound at the base of each wing joint that I had become quite fascinated by. Wings have always been intriguing to me, but I had also heard and read about this extra sensitive nerve bundle. Just breathing on either one sent ripples through her feathers. I revisited the spot several times in different ways. First, as I have said, with only my breath. Next with very soft kisses, which yielded the most wonderful little moans and gasps of my name. I thought about trying to suck or bite, but worried it would be too much. A gentle brush with my horn seemed like a good idea, so I lowered my head and slid my horn lightly over the spot.

I hadn’t realized that she’d been quietly building to another orgasm, let alone one so intense. As I brought my horn across her on the other side, I watched her body shudder as each flute moved over her.

Oh. It. Is. On!
As long as I maintained contact, she maintained climax. After a full minute or two of ecstasy, she clamped her wings shut around me, and inhaled a breath I hadn’t realized she’d been gasping for.

I was concerned that it it had been too much. “I’m sorry darli-”

She shut my mouth with a kiss that was deep and urgent. Instantly she changed from being submissive to dominant. The passion I had been looking forward to rushing out of her like a sudden burst of wind.

Suddenly I was on my back and she was kissing me everywhere. Restraining herself just enough to not feel rushed. I felt her legs shudder, and then she collapsed on top me, settling her hips between my legs.

Wingtips brushed my face, as lips kissed my neck finding a place near my shoulder that sent shivers through me and made my horn spark. I expected a hoof, but she separated my lower lips with deft feathers and began to stroke me.

“Rainbow!” It was an exclamation that could not be restrained. She pulled back from kissing me to to watch my face. She was going to watch me as she took me over the edge. Her eyes were confident. She knew what she was doing, and she knew it would work.

The wing between my legs was gone, and replaced with a hoof that slid through my wet crease like knife through warm butter, just barely touching my most sensitive and responsive of places before sliding back down.

“Again,” I begged. “Harder.”

She settled her hips against her hoof, and began to beat her wings. This is how a pegasus makes love in movements controlled by wings and air and pressure. She made a slight adjustment to her wings and every beat was a step closer to a crest I couldn’t wait to reach, but she was in no hurry. She could keep up the steady, delicious rhythm for a very long time. Then her eyes flicked to my horn.

Oh yes. Please.

With her free hoof she reached behind my head and pulled my horn to her mouth. Then hesitated. Waiting for permission I hadn’t given out loud.

“Please, yes.”

I had never let my horn be claimed by anypony. Rainbow took it in one bite. In an instant the world exploded and I was lost to sensation. Everything was the beating of wings, and a warm wet mouth.

And then I collapsed. She slid her mouth off me, and her hoof out of me, and floated down on top me. She wrapped her wings around me and I drifted off to sleep.