Forever and Always

Rainbow Dash

Hot.

My marefriend is hot.

Rares is always nice to look at, but when she throws all styling junk out the window she’s just hot. Too bad we haven’t got things all worked out with Flutters, or I’d be suggesting a three-pony bath of awesome hotness.

Wait….that’s an idea.

I’ve known for a long time that Fluttershy has feelings for me. I never went for anything, but I always figured my noticing every good lookin’ pony I saw might hurt her feelings. When Rares and I started going out though, Flutters was awesome. Normally, I would have thought that she was just being nice, but it was totally real.

I’m pretty sure Shy likes Rarity. I mean, everyone likes Rarity, right? Rares isn’t so sure though. That’s something we’ve been trying to feel out for months, but Flutters can be hard to read about stuff like that. It took years for me to realize how she felt about me.
Maybe if we asked Flutters to help Rares with a bath though…..

IDEEEAA (Crap. Rares and are spending too much together…..No we aren’t!)

Rarity is almost here. I walk to the bathroom door. Whatever combination of stuff Shy has put in that steamy bath tub smells amazing. Rarity will love it.

“I’m gonna go open the door for Rarity. That looks great Shy.”

“Oh, thanks Dashie.”

“Umm...Shy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna help me do something for Rarity?”

“Of course.” She’s totally distracted lighting candles and sprinkling dried flowers and junk in the bath.

“Well, Rares is super stressed out with the Sapphire Shores order she’s working on, plus she’s all wet and dirty now. I was just thinking maybe you could be like her personal spa pony when she gets her? Just for a little while? So she can chill?”
That got her attention.

“Oh….well…” Flutters is so cute when she blushes. She wants to say yes, but doesn’t make things weird.

“It’s totally cool Shy. Rares will love it.” I say giving Shy a quick nuzzle. That gets Shy to smile and hide behind her hair.

“Ok. If you’re sure neither of you will mind. I’d be so happy to help Rarity relax. She works really hard.”

This is going better than I hoped.

“Cool. Rares is almost here.”

“K.” There is an odd little smile on Fluttershy’s face when I leave the bathroom. I’ve seen it before, but I haven’t figured out what it means. If I didn’t know better, then I’d say it’s Shy’s version of the dopey, turned on grin I had while I was watching Rares out the window.

I hear Rares on the landing. A few quick wingbeats and I’m opening the door.

She’s cute. She’s trying to be brave and act like the mud splatters all over her aren’t bothering her.

She is going to love her surprise.

I let her finish shaking out a couple more times before I say anything.

“Hey.”

“Hello Darling. Is there a towel or something we can wrap me, so I don’t traipse this gunk all over poor Fluttershy’s house?”

“I can just carry you up-”

“We’ll still need to wrap me in something, dear. I’m positively dripping.”

“Not yet, but you will be.” That’s got her attention, and she finally notices my expression.

“What have you done?”

“I talked Fluttershy into helping you with a bath.” I say proudly. Not doubt about- I just won MAJOR marefriend points.

“Did you...talk to her about anything?”

“No. No time. I just told her I’m no good with spa pony junk, and that you’ve been stressed. She’s Shy, so she’s super happy to help.”

“Right. Of course.”

I can see the battle in those blue eyes. She’s turned on, which is totally hot, but she’s also fighting for composure. That’s good, because really what I’ve set us up for could be a huge risk. But hey- no risk, no reward, right?

Rares nods. “Well this will be interesting.”

Our eyes meet for a second, and all the scheming stuff is gone and there’s just us. I finally let myself really look at her.

Hot. Damn.

Her muscles are all twitchy everywhere. Partly from the run here, and partly because she is holding herself back from galloping up the stairs at breakneck speed. The breathing is controlled; a year of being together is the only way to know what that means. When Rares wants sex and wants it as fast as pony possible, she hyperventilates. So, watching her focus on her breathing is one more indicator that I am in fact the best marefriend ever. She looks sexy as buck.

“Darling?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to need you to help me take the edge off before we go upstairs, or I’m afraid that I’m going to ruin everything.”

Oh Yeah!

Fluttershy

Oh. My.

I hadn’t expected them to take so long. When the bath was all ready I thought I’d better come look to make sure they were ok. That’s when I heard Dashie telling Rarity about the bath. The way Dashie said it was flattering:

“I talked Fluttershy into helping you with a bath.”

Dashie said my name like it was something sexy. She made sound like I was the part of that sentence Rarity would look forward to, not the bath, and Rarity….well….Rarity reacted like….I don’t know, but it was good. Sexy and very very good.

I’m missing something. What am I missing?

While I was busy processing and hiding just around the corner, so I wouldn’t disturb them while they were talking, I wasn’t listening to what they said until Rarity said, “I’m going to need you to help me take the edge off before we go upstairs, or I’m afraid that I’m going to ruin everything.”

What does that mean?

Then there was a thud.

I thought about running away, but if my friends were in danger then I wanted to help. I didn’t really think they were in danger though. I thought-

No. I’m watching now, and the thud was definitely Dashie throwing Rarity against the wall in just inside my front door.
I have been paralyzed by fear, and shame, and uncertainty, and terror, and shock, and confusion, and many many other other feelings. I have never been frozen in place by desire. Until now.

Dashie has Rarity pinned against the wall, with one blue wing wrapped around a white body and the other somewhere between Rarity’s legs. Rarity’s horn is sparking, and they are kissing like they’re trying to eat each other. There are moans and tongues and hooves everywhere.
I knew Rarity was going to have some adrenaline in her system from her run, and I knew that Dashie would like seeing Rarity all worked up and muddy. Who wouldn’t? But I never would have guessed at the heated, hungry, lusty sexual desperation I’m witnessing.

I should look away. Really. I should, but I also never ever in a thousand years of ever would have guessed that my name would come up in the conversation leading to this. I mean...I hoped...I dreamed...I fantasized….but those things weren’t real, and I tried very hard to tuck them into the back parts of my brain where they wouldn’t bother anypony.

Dashie is moving the wing between Rarity’s legs faster now, and she’s reached behind Rarity’s head. Rarity is tipping her head forward, and
Dashie is-

EEEEP.

Dashie just licked Rarity’s horn.

From some deep dark depth inside me I feel a rushing wave of jealousy.

Those are MY mares. I comfort them when they’re sad. I have lunches in meadows with them. I’m the one they come to when they’re fighting. I make them soup when they’re sick. Plus, I think about showers with them, and convincing Rarity to rip apart some half made design she’s pinning together on me just so I can take her on the floor, and mounting Dashie while she flies upside down and screams in ecstasy.
I want Dashie wrapped around me like a cocoon. I want my wing wrapped around Rarity like a vice holding her still while she gasps my name. I want Dashie to have that proud look in her eye when she knows she’s doing amazing things to me. And I want to lick Rarity’s horn!