The Drunk And The Braggart Of His Heart

"I hate everything and everyone in that stupid academy!"

Hard Knock looked up from his magazine and mustered the dramatic entry of Rainbow Dash into his bedroom with mild interest. Like with everything, a certain routine and familiarity had set in between them. From that experience, he measured the level of her frustration and considered it par for the course. Just another day at flight training where something didn't go as perfect as the high standard she held herself to required.

A really bad day was visible in her magenta eyes. The light sheen of restrained tears and the dulling of her sparkling irises were the usual dead giveaway. By the slightest showing of those signs, Hard Knock would have been already at the door, kissing and cuddling his mare to make her feel better.

As it stood, he would wait for further input to gauge the situation.

"She tells me, I can't do a nosedive! Me, can you believe it?" Rainbow pulled the goggles from her head and threw them hard against the wall where they bounced off without a scratch thanks to their sturdiness. "Spitfire is an awesome flyer, but I could outdive that mare from here to Canterlot. What gives her the right to criticize my prowess?"

Hard Knock said nothing but followed her restless pacing around the room with his eyes. His marefriend was venting something fierce in colorful curses and harmless bouts of violence against the furniture. A toppled chair or slammed cupboard didn't matter to him in the long run if it helped her mood.

Things can be replaced. She can not.

The tidal wave of anger seemed to ebb away finally as she laid down on her side on the bed, back pointing towards him and grumbling into the pillow with a few soft punches against the mattress. Hard Knock could already see and smell the sweat dripping out of her uniform and staining the sheets. The Wonderbolt Reserve had a different design for their flight suits. It had a lot more openings and wasn't covering the full body, leaving a lot of places to leak out certain fluids from rigorous training. As ticked off as she was, Rainbow hadn't stuck around to shower or change and flew straight home to vent about the lousy day.

Hard Knock licked his lips. "Get up."

Rainbow raised her head and glanced at him over her shoulder with a irritated expression. "What?"

"Stand up from the mattress."

She frowned and squirmed at his dry tone, noticing the damp sheets beneath. "Oh, shit! I'm ruining your bed with my stink!"

At moments like this, Rainbow cursed her thoughtlessness as she shot up in a heartbeat, ready to jump from the mattress and hop into the shower. Two hooves grabbed her hindlegs and stifled the apology by startling her.

"I didn't tell you to leave."

She didn't struggle against their pull and scooted backwards until she stood over him with her backside hovering inches away from his head. Another pull beckoned Rainbow to lay down, belly on chest and with either faces buried in the other's crotch.

"You're stressed. Let me help you to relax." Hard Knock said and punctuated his statement with the sound of an opening crotch zipper. Teeth pulled at the delicate opening mechanism and offered his nose above a waft of spicy fragrance. Soft, glistening and puffy from friction laid the delicate petal of his marefriend in wait for treatment.

Her earlier frustration made way for a wave of embarrassment. "I need to shower first... I... hnng!" A first tentative lick made Rainbow quiver and blush in a deep red from his hum of satisfaction.

"And waste this spicy nectar? What a silly thought." He dug in, tracing around her entrance for every last drop of dampness. When all saltiness around her sex had switched to the familiar sweetness of arousal, Hard Knock opened the suit further to peel away the skintight layer of clothing from her perfect ass. His muzzle hovered over her left cheek as he the new wave of aromatic smell intoxicated the senses and made him put the lightest of kisses against the peachy soft texture.

"Tell me more about your day." Hard Knock mumbled into warm skin, muzzle buried in between her buns as his hooves kneaded them like clay to press and form around it.

Rainbow went limp on top of him, enjoying the attention she was getting. "It's just so unfair sometimes. Ponies keep telling me to stop bragging, but I know how good I am. It's not boasting if it's true."

Hard Knock hummed in agreement, letting his hooves slide towards her sides and stroking along the defined muscles to soothe their stiffness. Training at the most elite academy for flyers was as grueling as it sounded and he witnessed the exertions regularly on her body.

"Other recruits never get chewed out so hard from Spitfire. Maybe she doesn't like me."

"Or she wants to motivate you to be at your best." His mouth kept tending to her nether lips enough to be stimulating but not too much, taking the perfect middle ground for a sensual deep tissue massage without aggravating her.

"Maybeeeee..." Rainbow gasped in a long breath from a long lick across the perfect spot. "How was your day?" When it came to handling her body, her coltfriend had the magic touch. She was getting sleepy from the heat of his body and laid her head down on his crotch, close enough to his bulging sheath and balls to lick them if she were to pull her tongue out.

But for now, Rainbow just listened while enjoying the unique musk of her coltfriend and let herself be pampered.

"Not much happened." Hard Knock's growing arousal drew his hooves back on her ass. "I worked in the cellar with Big Macintosh, had an appointment at the hospital for my regular checkup and ate a late lunch with my sister. After that, I pretty much sat here on my bed and read a book from your friend's recommendation list."

"The egghead knows her stuff when it comes to books. Twilight keeps pushing those adventure novels on me, but I didn't have the time for them."

"Would you turn in my personal little bookhorse? The sexy librarian look could suit you."

"Hardy harr, very funny." Rainbow deadpanned but noticed the slight twitch under his sheath. She would remember his suggestion for a rainy day, but the mare was in the mood for something more relaxed. "Let me have a taste, too..."

The protective flap of skin was peeled away slowly, letting its content slip out and breathe air. Hard Knock was still soft, his shaft laying lazily on his belly beneath her cheeks. Watching him get hard was as fun and satisfying than handling the stiff version. The pulsating muscle, the stretching of skin and the slow rise, all were mesmerizing to behold once Rainbow realized that she was the sole reason.

Because he found her attractive and desirable.

She had many roles to fill. Rainbow was a "Tomcolt", "Weather Mare", "Wonderbolt in Training", "Element of Harmony" and "Bigger Sister". Recently, "Rainbow the Marefriend", "Rainbow the Lover" and "Rainbow the Kinky" had joined the ranks of titles to her great enjoyment. All thanks to a single stallion and the seven inches attached to his crotch. The shaft of meat she was licking like the tastiest ice cream cone on the hottest day in summer.

That's how they chose to spend the remaining afternoon. Two ponies intertwined, busy with pleasing each other in an almost casual manner. Rainbow came first from his head start, getting eaten out without a single drop getting wasted through the sound of him swallowing everything in huge gulps and licking her clean. Not one to fall behind, Rainbow returned the favor with his climax, sucking him dry down to the peehole and licking every inch spotless.

A pony coming in a minute later, wouldn't notice anything besides a musky smell and two satisfied faces staring at the ceiling after she rolled off to lay next to him.

"Feeling better?" he said with a smile, still tasting her on his lips and basking in the faint tingles of afterglow.

"Don't pretend you only did it for my sake. You enjoy this just as much." She rolled lazily on her side and struggled to find the strength to get up. "I still need to shower..."

"No you don't. You smell amazing." All further plans to leave were thwarted by getting spooned from Hard Knock while he nuzzled her neck with deep breaths.

"Weirdo... At least take off my flight suit."

Opening the long zipper at the back, Hard Knock stripped his marefriend of the skintight material one leg at a time. Occasional wet noises made Rainbow squirm in embarrassment and she averted her eyes from the dripping piece of clothing he was holding. The grimy state of her body made her very self-conscious of every sniff and touch. She was drenched in sweat in equal parts from training, the heat and their little love session. In consequence, her coat and mane were disheveled, damp and stuck to her body in odd places.

She was a mess. A beautiful mess.

"You're getting filthy..." Rainbow protested weakly as he enveloped her in a full-body hug, all of their legs somehow interwoven and grinding together, scents mixing as her dampness rubbed off on him.

"Don't care..." Hard Knock peppered her with kiss along the neck and towards the lips, nibbling softly on the lower one. "Let's take a nap."

"I'm an expert at napping. You don't stand a chance..." She released her lip from its grip and licked his cheek in response.

He could see her getting drowsy from exhaustion and rolled his eyes. "Just get some rest you silly pony."

"I'm not..." Her eyes were already half-lidded, closing completely from a gentle kiss. Hard Knock held that position until the breathing slowed against his mouth, signaling her plunge into the world of slumber. The grip around her barrel tightened with the burning in his chest. Deep breathes taken from the drape of her neck dulled the cravings and helped to accept his addiction.

"By Celestia, I adore you so much it hurts."