Chapters The Drunk And The Braggart Of His Heart
Author's Note
I'm getting back into writing and will experiment with a few things. Expect some hits and misses along the way.
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Prologue
Scootaloo had noticed subtle changes in Rainbow Dash since her release from the hospital. Old Rainbow Dash never would have gotten up by the first rays of sunlight to walk through the streets of Ponyville.
She still wouldn't if it weren't for the special occasion.
Today, Hard Knock left Ponyville hospital and a few hours of lost sleep were worth it to be the first pony to congratulate her coltfriend. Scootaloo had a less serious reason to accompany her; she liked Hard Knock and practically lived with Rainbow Dash since occasional sleepovers had turned to full weekends and weeks. Their living arrangements couldn't go on for much longer without committing to each other, yet neither of them had the nerve to bring it up.
The two tomcolts were birds of a feather.
Recent obligations with the Wonderbolts and her job at the weather patrol had shortened the time with her coltfriend to Rainbow's constant frustration. She loved her work and flight training, but the smiles in his presence weren't comparable to the goofy grins from a joke or a won race. When she smiled at him, Rainbow looked more genuine and Scootaloo was glad to have earned her own version. They often snuggled now in the secrecy of Rainbow's cloud home, lying together in the large bed of her luxurious bedroom. Embraced in the legs of her idol, she saw that warm smile as the first thing on every morning.
It made Scootaloo feel special.
"Are we getting Twilight?" Scootaloo asked as they approached the tree library.
"I'm picking up an awesome present," Rainbow answered and muttered the next part to herself. "At least I hope it is..."
Before Scootaloo could ask about the mysterious present, Rainbow knocked and entered without waiting, the door to the library already unlocked. Something heavy blocked the entrance and forced them to squeeze through the gap. Wooden crates, four ponies wide and two high in size, stacked around the bottom floor, leaving only narrow passages to navigate through the small labyrinth.
Twilight Sparkle was already waiting with large bags under her eyes, ushering Rainbow upstairs and leaving a pouting filly with a disinterested baby dragon. Spike sat on the largest crate tower with a comic and was unfazed by the current state of his home. With nothing better to do than wait, Scootaloo climbed atop said tower and took from Spike's stack of comics to read while she waited.
"What are they doing up there?" A quick glance at the clock told Scootaloo that twenty minutes had already passed.
Spike shrugged and turned a page on his comic.
"What is in all those crates?"
Spike shrugged again and relented under the scathing glare he got in return. "Weird slimy balloons in small packages."
The little packets were everywhere these past weeks. Every mare in Ponyville had at least one on hoof and even Rainbow Dash stored a few of them in her drawer. They smelled delicious in fruity flavors and Rainbow had to explain that these weren't for eating after making Scootaloo spit out several.
"What are they good for?" She tried to understand why every adult loved them so much and couldn't see their appeal.
Spike realized he had to get more involved with his guest to have some peaceful reading time. "Beats me. Princess Celestia gave a royal order to make more for testing after getting samples. I asked Rarity about the blue packet in her purse, and she wouldn't answer questions beyond needing it for just in case. Twilight told her it would be at least two of the bigger balloons for me and she turned red before fleeing the library."
"She didn't!" Scootaloo snickered at the mental image of an adult running like a foal.
"She did. Since then, she's also extra nice to me."
Both continued to ponder the mysterium of adult life until the sound of an opening door turned their attention upstairs and they saw Rainbow Dash descend from above.
"Finally! What were you doing?" Scootaloo asked and saw the sweat run down in large drops from Rainbow's forehead, her coat soaked and dotted with countless wet spots. What could make an athlete like her sister this winded in twenty minutes? Twilight didn't look like the type for heavy fitness equipment and a workout just before a hospital visit was stupid.
"I made something for my coltfriend," Rainbow said with short breaths and grabbed the filly from the crate to fly out of a window as fast as possible, leaving a confused dragon behind. In those few moments close to her, the filly felt a sudden wave of warmth and comfort wash over her small body.
Rainbow Dash smelled wonderful.
They landed and Scootaloo begrudgingly let go. The wings of Rainbow furled to shield the saddlebags on her back. During the remaining trip, the filly glanced towards the object under the fabric with curiosity. Rainbow wouldn't tell what it was, so the two entertained themselves with a guessing game until they arrived at the hospital.
"Aren't we going inside?" Scootaloo loved how nice Hard Knock was to her, giving up desserts and the delicious parts of lunch on every visit. He also listened to what Scootaloo had to say and gave honest feedback, something even Rainbow Dash failed when the filly got too excited in her tales. She never felt talked down to by him, taken serious and by face value on every occasion.
"It's more fun to surprise him when he comes out," Rainbow Dash reasoned, ignoring the pout directed at her. "The others should be here soon."
True to her words, the apple siblings came into view a few minutes later with Rarity in tow. Rainbow voiced her surprise about that, not thinking the busy seamstress would have the time.
"Oh, darling," Rarity glowed from anticipation. "Did you think I would miss the opportunity to thank the stallion who made you realize what a beautiful mare you are? The weekly visits to the spa are so much more enjoyable with you in our group."
Applejack snickered at Rainbow's uncomfortableness and caused Rarity to focus her attention on the apple farmer. "The only pony left out is you. Pinkie likes the bubble baths and Twilight uses massages as stress relief. Aloe could do wonders with your golden mane."
Sweat built on Applejack's face, and she sent a silent prayer to whatever deity for a miracle to save her.
"Since when does my brother have so many ponies that give a damn about him?"
Ask and you shall receive salvation in form of a brash earthpony mare.
Applejack nominated the brewer as her new favorite pony. Berry Punch produced amazing cider, made her brother come out of his shell and could distract Rarity on command. One word about her and the seamstress could waste hours with rants about the uncouth sibling of Rainbow's perfect stallion.
In stark contrast, the brewer was lauded like the second coming of Celestia by the Apple clan. Several branches of the family were getting very aggressive in their attempts to woe the mare into their fold. Advances Berry ignored as a whole in favor of the big, silent and red stallion in her care.
A stallion that noticeably brightened up by her appearance.
The next arrival surprised everypony with the place she came from. The doors to the hospital slid open and through it came Fluttershy, a very satisfied look on her face and light limp in her walk.
Berry commented on it first, giving Fluttershy a light poke in the ribs. "You've been busy already, huh? How is Baldy treating you?"
Fluttershy put a jittery hoof through her mane to fix the disheveled state. "Fuzzy is a very nice stallion that likes to help ponies with their problems."
The relationship between the silent caretaker of animals and Hard Knock's new roommate was a weird one. Hard Knock had developed a sense of solidarity with the nurses because of his sleepless nights due to rutting in the neighboring bed. On every visit of the shy mare, they remedied Fluttershy's heat for hours and never talked more than a few words.
She needed a discreet way to get her rocks off.
He couldn't get her pregnant.
They fucked.
End of story.
In spite of their secrecy, a rumor was making the round and cemented itself into the town's folklore as the tale of the Randy Banshee. Nobody knew the details, but gossip pointed towards moans from the local hospital. Colts brave enough to investigate swore to hear the call of the banshee on full moon nights from their hiding spots in the bushes. That, and the faintest scent from the windows that made your dick hard and masturbation a hundred times more awesome!
"I bet he helps," Rainbow said with a knowing grin. "Was Big Mac also 'helpful' recently?"
"I think not, Rainbow. Mister Macintosh has obligations with me. Long and hard obligations." Berry pitched in with her sly grin and the adults glanced towards the blushing red stallion.
Everybody got the hint except for Applejack. "You said nothing about hard work. Do you need help?"
Big Mac paled as Berry waved his sister to her side, whispering something into her ear and making humping motions.
Over the ensuing mental breakdown of the apple sibling bellowed the laugh that Scootaloo hated so much. It hurt her ears as the mare laughed on and on, regardless if somepony joined in the laughter or not. Berry Punch didn't seem to care, always amused of herself and stupid adult things that the little filly didn't understand.
It was like hearing a foreign language or secret code. Just yesterday, she had listened in to a discussion about poultry. Scootaloo wasn't fond of chicken due to her unfortunate name and couldn't see what fascinated grownup mares about male ones.
Why would you care about their size or how big they grow? Cocks didn't lay eggs anyhow.
"Ok, ok enough with the stupid jokes before somepony dies of embarrassment." The gaze of Berry wandered around the group and took inventory. "Are we complete?"
"Pinkie prepares the surprise party at your place," Rarity answered. "She told me everything needed to be perfect for the return of Rainbow's special somepony!"
Berry's expression darkened at the mention of Pinkie. "Don't make me regret giving that marechild a key for my house."
The small grudge between the party planner and party mare was a known fact in town. Berry didn't like the childish tone of Pinkie's parties and hated the lack of adult entertainment. Nopony should call themselves an expert party planner when the party games barely went beyond spinning the bottle in maturity.
"Don't worry, Pinkie is a professional with pride in her work." Rarity opened her saddlebag with magic. "We are the same in that aspect. I almost didn't come today after a whole night of fixing."
Rainbow caught a piece of red cloth and unfolded the material into a familiar red flightsuit. "You're the best Rarity! You even added a zipper at the crotch!"
The mood of Rarity soured a little. "Can't have you rip it open anymore. I understand fits of passion, but as a seamstress, it pains me to see my work mishandled regularly."
The dressmaker worked nonstop to keep up with all the wear and tear from Rainbow's outfits. Both lovebirds had discovered their fetish for accessorizing the act of lovemaking. The flight cadet and her stern drill sergeant were their current favorite.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, Rares...."
"Don't be. Just tell me how it happened after our next workout." The unicorn bit her lip in anticipation. "In vivid detail."
"He didn't use his hooves or teeth to make that hole..." Rainbow whispered just loud enough so Rarity heard it.
Living your dirty fantasies through others was fun.
Two ponies watched the talking and bickering group from the inside of the hospital. The stallion sitting in a wheelchair had the biggest smile on his face while the nurse pushing him just smirked.
"You could be less happy to leave us, Mr. Berry," Nurse Redheart said in a playful and unusual tone for the stoic mare.
"I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome." So close to the end, Hard Knock reminisced about the past months. His time in Ponyville Hospital wasn't the worst memory, considering what he got away with doing and the patience of the medical staff. The nurses did their best for him and would do so for other patients long after Hard Knock was gone.
"Thanks. For everything."
On some level, they also had made this possible.
Redheart blushed a little from his sincerity. "No need for that. You two lovebirds gave us lonely mares plenty of entertainment, and Miss Shy won't stop coming soon."
Without another word, the nurse walked away, and the entrance door opened with a loud swooshing sound.
"I knew it..."
The last steps towards his friends and family were done by the strength of his own hooves, pushing the wheels of his chair. Everybody present had the desire to say something but kept their distance at the moment for Rainbow Dash.
"Twilight helped me make this present for you."
"Not another a feather, is it?" Hard Knock joked without thinking and bit his tongue for that verbal blunder. The failed proposal was still a sore subject for the mare. He mouthed a silent apology, and she accepted by waving it off.
"Just take it," Rainbow mumbled, rummaging in her saddlebag and shoving a cup against his chest. The thing looked like a cup from any other coffee shop with a lid on top to keep it hot. "Don't you dare not liking it!"
"It's only warm..." The breath hitched in his throat. She wouldn't present him lukewarm coffee as a gift and be so serious about it. He popped the lid and stared at the content in awe. Nostrils flared as his mind imprinted the unique scent of this beverage to memory.
"Drink it already!" Rainbow yelled, her face flush with embarrassment.
Hard Knock took a deep breath, put the cup to his lips and drank a huge gulp under her hopeful eyes. Creaminess flooded his mouth, its flavor strong and overpowering everything else. Sweet like honey and down his throat with velvety smoothness. Hard Knock forced himself to stop chugging, pulling the cup away from his mouth and licking the white ring around both lips with hungry eyes at his marefriend.
Hard Knock had found something that rivaled Rainbow's obsession with cider.
She released as sigh and nuzzled his chest. "Next time you can get it directly from the source." Rainbow did a noticeable hip shake with a quiet whisper into his ear. "My treat is just a small visit to Twilight away. Whenever you want to have a taste of me."
The hot blooded male couldn't control himself and pulled Rainbow into his lap. Boiling hormones in his body demanded a second sample before he settled for a deep kiss in front of everybody. The audience didn't stop his hoof from wandering. With the attention focused on their smooching faces, nobody noticed the stray caresses along two wet and pointy nubs on her crotch.
"It's milk. Looks weird." The adults turned to the sounds of a big gulp as Scootaloo was drinking from the cup. "I like it..." the small pegasus sported a similar milk beard around her smiling mouth after putting the cup down. "My tummy feels all warm and fuzzy!"
The weight and warmth of his marefriend vanished from Hard Knock's lap. In a fit of overwhelming and unfamiliar feelings, the mare snatched Scootaloo of the ground and cradled her in soft motion.
"Rainbow Dash?!" the filly bucked with her hindlegs in the air and stilled from the cup against her lips. She opened her mouth, getting fed through soft cooing sounds of her holder. Every act of protest got smothered by careful nuzzles and loving licks on her face or ears. The kid was sated and drowsy in seconds, falling asleep and snoring in Rainbow's hooves during the thorough tongue bath.
Rainbow stopped licking in the middle of the left wing, staring into the stunned faces of five ponies.
"What... what was that?"
"There's a note in the lid." Hard Knock unstuck the piece of paper from the cup and read out loud. "Dear Rainbow Dash, to achieve the necessary results I had to change your body to motherhood and back. Small side effects are to be expected."
Rainbow gulped. "What side effects?"
Hard Knock skimmed the letter further. "Strong increase in maternal instincts? Mammalian urge to protect and nourish your young? Should be temporary according to her."
"Should be!?" Rainbow trembled.
"You're shaking the child, Rainbow." She released her hold on the little pony with reluctance and laid her on Hard Knock's lap. The stallion stroked her mane like a pet and watched for a reaction. Scootaloo stirred before curling up with a content sigh. "So you have a soft spot for the little chicklet. Is that so bad? She's adorable!"
The sleeping filly scrunched up her muzzle from the nickname.
"Yes, she is," Rainbow relented, secretly wanting the little bundle back in her reach to smother with affection and curse her stupid hormones!
"That reminds me." Hard Knock threw something small at Rainbow to catch. "I've got something for you too."
Rainbow caught the jingling object and realized it was a small keyring. It had two keys and a pendant that looked like her cutie mark.
"Are we throwing out keys to our house to everyone now?" Berry huffed.
"You can give one to Mr. Macintosh in return," Hard Knock retorted through gritted teeth. "Besides, Rainbow will visit us often for private and for business reasons."
Berry's eyes turned to slits. "Business? Such as?"
Hard Knock had to suppress an eye roll. His sister was protective of her creation and wouldn't let anyone she didn't trust close to it. Not that she disliked Rainbow Dash, Berry just couldn't have their stock disappear in the endless gullet of the blue mare.
"Your cider is save, Berry. My wonderful marefriend volunteered at the hospital to be my caregiver until I'm fully healed."
"Rainbow will be your personal nurse?!" Rarity couldn't contain her squeals of excitement. "That's so adorable and sexy!"
"Physical therapist!" Rainbow Dash was offended by the wrong title. "My Wonderbolt training makes me more than capable to help his healing at home."
Rarity pouted. "Are you sure about that, darling? I have a uniform for the first job description." The sadness changed to mischief. "You will need workout clothes. Formfitting yoga pants?"
"Maybe later..." Rainbow tried to steer the conversation away, and her eyes fell on the perfect excuse, resting sound asleep in the lap of her coltfriend. "What about Scootaloo?"
This had the desired effect on Rarity. The seamstress had the common sense to avoid steamy subjects in front of a minor. She let Rainbow off the hook, but her determined eyes left no room for misunderstanding. Sexy pants to show off to her coltfriend were coming.
Rainbow wondered if she even should object to that.
"We let her sleep till the party," Hard Knock decided.
"Where?"
The Berry siblings looked at each other. "We... we made a guest room. It's the second key on the ring."
Rainbow mustered the two keys in her hoof again, noticing that they weren't identical.
"Don't lose it. We only have one."
The gesture behind this small piece of metal hit her hard.
"You can use it whenever you want."
A place just for her. A little spot in their home she could call her own.
"Of course, we will respect your privacy in your— "
She pulled her coltfriend into a second kiss.
"We should get going," Rarity drawled, fixated on the war of tongues like the rest. The world was lost and unimportant for the two, immersed in themselves as their moans and slurping noises got louder. "We can catch up at the party tonight."
"Yeah..." Berry approached the two and carefully plugged the sleeping Scootaloo from the lap of her brother. Neither Rainbow nor Hard Knock reacted to that, continuing to kiss each other with lots of tongue and biting of lips.
Fluttershy backed away. "I forgot something inside..."
"The mare has a great idea, Big Mac!" Berry watched Fluttershy hurry back into the hospital. "Care for more 'obligations' later? The brat can sleep in the soundproof guest room."
Big Mac nodded vigorously and left the side of his sister, who was approached by a grinning Rarity.
"About that spa visit darling... Today is an open spot for the pair pampering program."
Applejack ran from the surprisingly fit and agile unicorn on her tail, leaving Hard Knock and Rainbow Dash to enjoy the first morning of their shared life in intimacy.
The first of hopeful many to follow.
The Drunk And The Braggart Of His Heart
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"So I try to get a grip on the mattress with his cock buried to the hilt inside of me and he just keeps mushing my head against the floorboard."
Rainbow listened intently to Berry Punch as they walked through aisle after aisle at the grocery story in search for various items on their shopping list.
"The wet slaps of his balls against my thigh and the deep grunts are the only thing I can hear."
The new teacher lauded her newest student with vivid details of past experiences, so Rainbow could learn from them.
"The big red machine goes completely savage after the first creampie and lubricates my anus with spit to get some anal sex. I stop him just in time from double dipping through a deepthroat blowjob and get things clean again before he shoves in the full length in one go with reckless abandon."
The brewer was a wealth of knowledge for Rainbow. While Rarity had her covered in romantic stuff, Berry knew the more lewd facets and gritty details of being together with a stallion.
"Whatever you do, don't switch from anal to vaginal in the same way. The taste is a real mood killer."
"We've never done butt stuff. How do you make it not taste bad from that hole?" If it weren't so nerdy, Rainbow would carry around a notepad to write everything down. The sister of his coltfriend was a sexual goldmine and only source to ask for this kind of information.
The sex education from her mother skipped topics like hygiene instructions for angry anal sex.
It helped that Berry was so nonchalant and open. "For long term, eat a lot of fruit and bright colored vegetables and avoid deep fried food. Coffee makes your taint taste more bitter like almonds, so find out if he's into that. For a trial or spontaneous occasion, just wash up really well and use a bit of edible lube in his favorite flavor."
Berry saw the expectation in Rainbow's eyes and sighed.
"Hard Knock loves strawberries. Take the brand in aisle five next to the coconut massage oil."
"Thank's your'e the best!" Rainbow was gone in a blur, wriggling skillfully around the other shoppers and close by mares that were trying to listen in for their own benefit.
One had the courage to approach Berry. "Excuse me?"
"Yes?" she looked up from a pack of raisins on sale and saw a pale blue pegasus mare with a white mane.
"I'm Cloud Chaser," the mare introduced herself with a bit of wariness. "You seem to know a lot about intimate stuff, so I thought that you could help us too."
The citizens of Ponyville, especially other mares, didn't get too close to Berry for obvious reasons. She had a bad reputation from her youth and figured, if she truly bettered herself, others would notice someday and come around. What she didn't figure out, was that it would happen so soon.
"Who's us?" Across the aisle, Berry could see another pegasus mare with a slightly lighter blue coat, straight opal mane, and a large pink bow. She waved at them and hid again behind their shopping cart from several stares of onlookers.
"My sister Flitter and I. We share our coltfriend Thunderlane. The sweet stallion always tries his best to please us both and never leaves us unsatisfied, but he's always lacked in the sperm department."
Sharing a coltfriend wasn't unusual. Some mares didn't mind that a stallion split his attention between two or more companions, if he manages to show their love for them fairly and equally. Berry wasn't one of those mares, because she didn't like to share beloved things with others.
Whether that made her selfish or romantic she could not say. "Tell me exactly what you want. Taste? Amount? Consistency?"
"The taste is heavenly," Cloudchaser hummed and Flitter agreed with nodding repeatedly. "We just want more of it. We dream of getting showered in the love juices of our beloved stallion, being drowned and smothered by him."
At this point, Berry considered the obsession of male body fluid could be a pegasus thing. Rainbow thought herself clever, but the nose on this brewer was good enough to smell spunk through scented soap and breath mints.
"Tricky..." Berry leaned on her shopping cart and thought about a solution from experiences. Just in time, she remembered a camping trip that got her kicked out of the mare scouts.
"Here's what you do: Your coltfriend needs to eat lots of protein foods like eggs, almonds, oats and dairy products with a side of celery to all those meals in large quantities. You also go to the local pharmacy and ask for the 'ink filler' food supplement. The employee knows me and will know what you mean."
Cloud Chaser was taking notes, eying the instructions she had so far. "For how long?"
"Keep that diet for a week and stop when all three of you are available. Start in the morning by getting him hard while he still sleeps. Use light strokes and keep him close to climax without letting him. After waking him up, keep the guy on the edge and stiff as long as possible throughout the day. The moment he goes flaccid, you lose your window of opportunity."
"I see." The mare hung on every word from Berry's lips. "Anything I should look out for?"
"Be patient with your stallion. He'll go wild from the desire of release but try to postpone it to midday at the least. I warn you though, do it somewhere with washable furniture and a room you don't use often. You'll be taking shots to the face like paint-filled water balloons and get lots of angry fucking in every orifice he can find."
The mare drooled from imagining the scene. "Thank you!"
"No problem. Everything you need for nutrition should be in Aisle three." Berry walked away with her cart and left two happy mares to make preparations for their project.
And bumped into a wall of twenty more mares.
"I can't suppress my gag reflex!"
"I climax twice as fast as my husband!"
"I sometimes smell funny down there!"
"His cum tastes like dirt!"
"I'm intimidated by his cock!"
The cluster of mares grew and pushed Berry against the shelf for cereal. When an Element of Harmony considered the council of her worthwhile why shouldn't they? A sea of faces pleading for advice from somepony they could actually ask without judgment.
Berry went for the lightning round approach. "Practice swallowing on stewed cucumber and overripe bananas! Masturbate more often to gain stamina! Eat healthier, wash better and go to a doctor! Let him drink ananas juice thrice a day for better taste! Put a little hat on the tip and draw cute eyes on the shaft to make the scary dick less scary!"
Two blue legs wrapped themselves around Berry's barrel and she felt herself being lifted into the air, hovering over the yelling crowd.
"Hey, she's my adviser for sex stuff! Get your own!" Rainbow Dash had returned, holding the sister of her coltfriend like a giant teddy bear and keeping the mares at bay, which turned out to be difficult for the pegasi in the crowd that also had taken to the air.
"We're supposed to be shopping for my brother. The guy who I live with?" Berry deadpanned at the desperate Rainbow Dash. "You won't get rid of me as long as you date my brother. Put me down and let me help these ponies."
The mare averted her gaze from Rainbow Dash. "The townsfolk usually don't want to hear anything from me..."
They both lowered slowly to the ground. Berry seemed to enjoy the attention and Rainbow could talk to her anytime she wanted for advice. Lending that opportunity to others sometimes didn't seem such a big of a deal. Especially, if the sister or her coltfriend could get some happiness from it.
"Ok, listen up ladies!" Rainbow gave her best expression of a Wonderbolt Drill Seargent. "Form a line and get some order into this mess! Bring a table and two chairs from the furniture aisle. All of you will profit from getting advice without shouting over each other."
In ten seconds flat, Berry sat in a comfortable chair behind a desk with a cold drink, listening to mares and their sexual problems.
"... my little honey bun has recently some really weird ideas with our pastries..."
How did they get here? One moment, she was choosing between two brands of raisins and the next ponies stood in line for advice from the town drunk deadbeat. A little interest from Rainbow Dash was all to change the perception of the townsfolk and give Berry a chance.
It felt great.
Her depravity and poor life choices were actually good for something and she felt nothing but gratitude towards Rainbow Dash for making this possible.
On her list, the weird marefriend of his brother had shifted from tolerable to totally not so bad.
Baby steps for most, giant steps for her.
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."
The Drunk And The Braggart Of His Heart
A day without work gets even better when you can share it with someone you love. Couples like Rainbow Dash and Hard Knock lived by that mantra and practised it as often as possible, but Berry was the exact opposite in that regard. She cherished quality time for herself and was vocal about it to Big Macintosh, who could understand her wishes as an introvert himself.
One of those personal days had just started with a late awakening at 10am and plans for a quick run through town for greasy hayfries and a cookie milkshake. Luckily, the fast food joint in Ponyville hadn't followed the nationwide trend of serving healthier food. In her honest opinion, If you want salad and apple slices, don't go to a place with twelve different sources of sugar in a single burger.
Hunger for saturated fat drove her out of bed. On her way out, she saw something strange in their guestroom; Scootaloo, the annoying attachment to her brother's marefriend, sat straight as a stick on a chair with a thousand yard stare at Hard Knock's door.
"What are you doing here?"
Scootaloo flinched as Berry came into sight. Where Berry thought Scootaloo was annoying, the filly had not the best opinion of Hard Knock's weird sister either.
The two only tolerated each other for their loved ones.
"Are they in there?" Berry asked, getting a reaction in form of a nod. She entered the guestroom halfway to take a glance at the clock on the wall and felt a sudden tingle in her nose. "Sounds about right. The freeloader always comes straight here, emptying our fridge and stock of cider."
They were busy doing the dirty deed, showed by the white sock on the doorknob. The Berry siblings didn't have much in terms of rules, but the simple piece of clothing always had functioned as effective deterrent for bothering the other during sexy time. They hadn't used the sign for a long time, due to neither of them having a date worth bringing home.
"How long are they going to be busy, Mrs. Berry?" The filly squirmed when the grumpy mare rubbed her muzzle.
"Who knows? Depends in what mood Rainbow Dash is today. My brother is whipped for her whims and... Why is my damn nose so itchy?" Berry licked her dry lips to wet them. She shuddered and gagged from the aftertaste that entered and hit the back of her throat.
A faint, sickeningly sweet odor hung in the air, getting stronger and stronger with every step further into the room. The well-trained nose of this mare couldn't let this attack on her senses slide. Three quick sniffs around the bed pinpointed the source.
The filly in the chair.
"Ah..." Berry responded with a surprised but knowing look, making Scootaloo whimper and put her tail between her hindlegs.
"It's not me... I don't stink... I don't..."She tried to get up and bolt for the door, but two hooves grabbed her by the barrel. Berry had moved with lightning speed, taking hold of Scootaloo and letting herself fall back on the bed.
"Let me go!" Scootaloo yelled and struggled against the hold with an impressive strength for a pony of her size.
One of the flailing hooves hit Berry hard in her left eye and the mare hissed in pain through gritted teeth. "It's ok. You are ok. This is normal! How you feel is normal!"
The thrashing stopped. "You know what it is?"
Berry knew very well. Her earlier surprise came not from its existence but the source. If the other pony in the room had been older, she could have connected the dots much faster. The smell wasn't difficult to recognize although it varied in intensity and it seldom appeared in fillies this young. One mare had a sweeter note, the other had more spice in her fragrance, and all of them had the underlying thick musk.
The lingering scent of a mare in estrus.
"Since when?"
Berry had only a rough estimate of her age, an unfortunate side effect of never bothering to get to know the filly. Given her size and demeanor, she couldn't be older than ten or eleven. Puberty had hit very early and most classmates wouldn't catch up for at least another year or two.
"It's the third time.." Her explanation came rushed to get it out. "The first one was the worst. During recess at school, Diamond Tiara said I even stink like a loser and all the colts looked at me funny." Scootaloo continued, wondering about the wonky grin on Berry's face. "For the second time, I hid myself in Rainbow's bathroom and told her I was sick."
Three cycles at such a young age? The scent of her estrus wasn't too pronounced yet, speaking for a less severe case and explaining how Berry had missed it earlier. A few heavyweights she knew could fog windows with their vapors.
The kid's odor was pleasant in comparison. "I don't want to become the smelly weirdo of our school..."
The grip loosened and Berry let the filly lay on her belly. "Why didn't you tell anyone? What about Rainbow Dash? Isn't she like family to you?"
"I tried once," Scootaloo mumbled, blushing from the memory. "I told her how their kissing sometimes make me feel all tingly at my crotch. She panicked and dodged my question by flying away with a flimsy excuse. I don't want Rainbow Dash to avoid me because my body is acting gross."
Berry became alarmed from the dangerous train of thought. Scootaloo was an early bloomer and thought something was wrong with her because every pony she trusts handles the topic as a huge taboo. While her friends had no urges beyond childish curiosity, she had to deal with real confusion and nopony to fill in the gaps. The little chicklet held a shitty position to begin with, and shouldn't have to be ashamed for her bodily changes on top.
"Ask me," Berry stretched out on the bed with a yawn and the filly on top swayed with her movement. "You hate my guts already and it wouldn't matter if things got weird between us."
"I don't hate you..." Scootaloo objected weakly and got a soft bonk on the head.
"Don't bullshit me, squirt." Berry drawled for effect, ignoring the flinch against her chest at the last word. "I can see how every time we are in a room together your skin crawls. You don't like me."
"Maybe a little..." Admitting it made Scootaloo squirm, which turned even worse by how little her dislike bothered Berry. The mare had known from the beginning and didn't care. Scootaloo couldn't imagine being loathed to the point of it becoming routine.
"It's Wednesday... " Berry's gaze wandered to the ceiling, before shouldering Scootaloo like a sack of potatoes and jumping off the bed. The quickness didn't leave enough time to struggle on their way outside, let alone to ponder what had gotten into the mare.
And why did she need a ladder?
"We might as well start with the big one. Today you will learn the basics of sex," Berry said and propped the ladder firmly against the wall, the top part reaching just below Hard Knock's window. "I could explain all the nitty gritty details for hours, but it's much easier to show you an example and commentate over the different steps."
The timing couldn't be more perfect. Rainbow had intense stamina training on Wednesdays and didn't have the energy to get too kinky for the poor child. "The offer expires soon. They won't be busy forever."
Scootaloo stood before the ladder akin to a climber at the foot of a large mountain. Answers to many of her questions were a small climb away, but the sudden opportunity made her hesitant. The adults always made a big deal out of sex, trying to shield foals from everything even barely related. In relation, Berry might be crazy and might not have her best interest in mind.
What if she couldn't handle it?
"We can still quit and take it slower."
Scootaloo considered the offer for a moment, then took a deep breath to gather herself and took the first steps up the ladder with determination.
Slow wasn't in her vocabulary.
Berry gave a nod of approval and stayed close behind the climbing filly. "Ponies rarely like it when you watch them have sex. For the sake of our lesson, we ignore that rule for today."
"Won't they see or hear us?"
"They won't have eyes for anything but each other and our windows are soundproof for a reason, squirt."
Scootaloo stopped climbing. "Only Rainbow can call me that..."
"Dodo it is then." Berry ignored the huff of indignation and pushed the filly upwards to take a peek inside the window. "Wonderful, they didn't start yet."
Even though she stood two rungs higher on the ladder than Berry, her smaller size didn't allow the little filly to see just yet. A strong leg wrapped around her barrel and lifted Scootaloo up, holding her tight to prevent falling. Without having to concentrate on keeping balance, she could take her first glimpse through the pane of glass and parted curtains.
Hard Knock was a tidy pony and his room reflected this in a perfect manner. Everything was spotless and well organized, except from two saddlebags on the floor. These items belonged to Rainbow Dash, who was snuggled on top of her coltfriend as they lay together on a large bed.
What Rainbow Dash and Hard Knock were doing wasn't much different from Scootaloo's experience. They cuddled and hugged normal at a first glance although rougher for groping their partner on different places. Particular his hooves fixated on squeezing her butt and thighs while Rainbow nuzzled into his chest and rubbed her crotch into something at Hard Knock's hidden lower part.
The real difference came when their lips met. Instead of a quick peck, they stayed together, building a bridge to each other's mouths.
"They are licking on the inside..."
Tongues rubbed together and almost formed a knot as they struggled for dominance with Rainbow's wish to win showing through her aggressiveness. Hard Knock was no slouch either with the occasional bite on her upper lip, making the mare on top shudder and tense. The touching didn't stop during their kiss and hooves roamed more frantic as Hard Knock peaked in roughness with slaps on Rainbow's flank and her howl of approval.
"She's getting better. Lot's of practice I guess..." Berry had to admire the effort both put into a simple kiss. "Prepare yourself, they enter a level beyond cuddling and kissing."
Scootaloo had seen a penis before, remembering when Snails had forgotten to close the bathroom door at school. The little pecker then had been an unimpressive small tube, not a massive shaft with the size of her foreleg. The dangling sack of skin beneath was bigger too, but Scootaloo knew this regarding stallions. Getting through a crowd of ponies, she often had slipped beneath their legs to get through and bumped into one of these on accident a few times.
Stallions and colts made funny sounds when they get hit there.
"I present to you the best parts of a male if you believe shallow mares. Milky, sticky liquid called sperm rests in the sack and gets through the hole in his shaft."
"What is that stuff good for?"
"The stallion shoots it into the mare and she grows a baby in her stomach."
The secret of new life, dropped onto Scootaloo in the most casual way imaginable.
"I'm simplifying the process heavily. Today's lesson is about the fun part of sex to take away the mysticism and secrecy. Regardless of whether you want to learn more about sex later, you will get another lesson about pregnancy and the risks of motherhood from me. The early maturing of your body makes this not negotiable. It's far too important."
The seriousness melted from Berry's face when Scootaloo nodded. "Good! Back to the lesson. Foreplay is vital for enjoyable sex. If your future coltfriend keeps skipping this portion, dump him as soon as possible."
Rainbow handled the obscene body part with delicacy, stroking and brushing along the texture with the frog of her hooves. It didn't stay at hooves for long as Rainbow buried her face at the base of his cock to nuzzle him and messily lick upwards to the flat tip.
Scootaloo made a face and stuck out her tongue. "Sucking on a pee-pee seems gross."
"It's an acquired taste." The diplomatic answer sounded right to Berry. She didn't get withdrawal from going without Vitamin D, but there was something satisfying in pleasuring the cock of a stallion your sweet on. "Many mares use it as a reward for their stallion."
Scootaloo could make sense from that answer. Rainbow loved Hard Knock and wants to show how it by doing something he enjoys. From Berry's angle, the complicated world of adults became less complicated. Hard Knock confirmed the claims of his sister by leaning back with closed eyes as Rainbow licked his rod.
The earlier statement in relation to privacy during sex made sense too. As much fun as she had, Rainbow looked ridiculous with her mouth pressed against Hard Knock's groin, gagging and moaning over his nuts.
Who would want to be seen this way?
Hard Knock put a stop to Rainbow's oral service and Berry's mouth became a thin line from gritting teeth. "He isn't confident in his stamina today." They watched Rainbow pout at her coltfriend before he lifted and flipped the mare on her back. "He wants to make it worth her while. Watch closely, the real sex starts now."
"I thought she had to swallow his white stuff to make a foal? Where does it go?" Scootaloo asked, just as Rainbow leaned back and spread her hindlegs for Hard Knock to lay on top of her. The large shaft got closer and closer to her entrance and solved the riddle by rubbing her slit that looked so small in comparison. "He's putting that huge thing there?"
"My brother is slightly bigger than average," Berry said with a weird sense of pride. "But the pleasure box of a mare is very stretchable to accommodate a stallion's member."
Soon, Scootaloo was drawn in by the steady rhythm of their bodies grinding into each other, first slow and deliberate, then quicker and quicker with more fervor. "He's moving so fast..."
"That's the main part of sex. Both get satisfaction as the mare envelopes his cock with her warmth and pressure while the stallion fills up the mare and strokes the sensitive insides of her love tunnel.
Rainbow got tossed again, flank raised in the air and face showing her anticipation as he mounted from behind. The suspicion about her brother got confirmed, seeing his expression contort for brief moments in flashes of agony.
Scootaloo noticed as well. "Is he ok?"
"His body is hurting, and the idiot is pushing through the pain for her sake." Plum hooves gripped the ladder and the sound of creaking wood stressed her grim tone. "Remember my advice about dumping selfish coltfriends? The opposite is true here. If you find somepony that willingly makes such sacrifices for you, never let go."
Scootaloo winced as Berry gritted her teeth harder in solidarity to the painful grimace of her brother. The Berry siblings weren't so different on a closer look. They cared deeply for their loved ones and didn't sugarcoat those feelings or tried to hide them.
They continued to watch their lovemaking in silence. The heat between Scootaloo's hindlegs had worsened since she watched and the building wetness made her feel sticky to the touch. One hoof traveled down to the aching spot, touching it faintly before she realized her actions and froze in shock. Scootaloo was about to pull away and pretend it never happened, but a much bigger hoof held hers in place.
"Explore yourself and don't be ashamed of your urges. It's not weird or gross, just intimate and personal. Nopony will see you up here and I don't count, remember?"
Berry wasn't looking at her as she spoke. Instead, she stared blankly into the room, her eyes not focusing on anything and giving the filly relative privacy. Scootaloo was wet to the point of being drenched and Berry got the strongest whiff of arousal up to now.
Small moans escaped after the first careful rub over her small folds. It sounded nothing like the usual scratchy voice, too bassy and smooth from within the throat. The deep, burning itch was soothed, calming the heat as long as she kept rubbing. The slow motion soon wasn't enough anymore, forcing Scootaloo to hunch over and get deep in between her parting lips. Her head flushed in embarrassment from the sounds she was making, but the frantic hoof didn't stop to bring her closer.
"Your body is changing to prepare yourself for sex, yearning to be satisfied and is overwhelming you with its urges. It's a troublesome part of growing up and I know how tempting it is to give in to your temptations. Sex can be a mundane or likewise wonderful thing to share. Don't waste that gift on just anybody, Scootaloo. Know what you want and what you will give to somepony."
"Gah.. Hnng.. Ahhh!" Scootaloo erupted with an unimpressive squirt of sweet-smelling fluid, but it rocked the inexperienced virgin to the core. If she had to describe the sensation, Scootaloo would call it a tingle from the center of her sex to the furthest ends of her feather tips.
"There shouldn't be any problems with waiting for the right pony." Berry had to hold the small body in afterglow to keep Scootaloo stable. "Preferably, try to find somepony you can share with what they have..."
"Do... do you have somepony like that?"
"Maybe..." Berry said with faltering voice before catching herself with a cough. "Pay attention, they are getting close to the end."
Rainbow was flipped on her back again and Berry explained what sex positions were and how the missionary position allowed a couple to stare into each other's eyes. She also could barely hold back from cursing at her brother for straining himself so much to please his mare. The look of pain always vanished when Rainbow Dash changed into a position where she could have seen his face.
Berry had to talk with him soon.
The thrusting stopped with one final push into her depths. Hard Knock trembled from approaching climax, but to the surprise of two spectators and one participant, Rainbow removed him with a quick jerk and dived for the swelling cock. The speedster was just fast enough to close her lips around the tip and let him finish in her throat, sucking for every last drop like a vacuum. Her cheeks bulged and Hard Knock gave a small push to free his member, spraying the sticky liquid all over her face with a look of pure satisfaction.
Scootaloo got a tap on her shoulder. "That's the gist of it. Let's postpone advanced stuff for now."
"But it still itches..." Scootaloo pouted, but followed the descending mare down the ladder.
"Of course it does, you didn't do much and doing it only once won't help either." Berry stepped from the ladder and picked up Scootaloo to put her down. "I won't be in my room for the next hour, so knock yourself out."
The smile of the filly could have melted steel. Scootaloo gave Berry's foreleg a quick squeeze before she bolted back into the house. Berry stayed true to her word and remained outside, deep in thought about the recent changes and additions to her life. The little dodo was in her care now, depending on her guidance beyond the occasional sexual advice that Rainbow got to spice up the bedroom. In the shaking hooves of this former drunk rested the well-being and development of somepony else.
Better not mess this up.
Author's Note
Got this out a bit earlier than planned, because I won't have internet on my pc for a while. (My phone still connects, so I can read comments and do small corrections if necessary).
I hope you enjoyed it and I'm looking forward to your feedback.
The Drunk And The Braggart Of His Heart
Author's Note
Trying something new again.
Smaller connected chapters that are pretty much just one scene each.
I usually write several scenes in one big chapter, but this way I can get them out faster and editing is more fun.
Tell me what you think. Do you want bigger chapters with longer waiting time or is it ok like this? I finish this "arc" and ponder my next steps according to the feedback.
No Pain No Gain 1/?
"Come on! Five more! You can do it!"
Sweat poured down in streams from Hard Knock's face as he finished his last set at the weight bench. The cheers and support of Rainbow Dash drove Hard Knock to go beyond his limits. Besides sex, flying and cider, his marefriend loved nothing more than working on her body and helping others with their fitness.
Ponyville gym was a quaint little place to spend time together. Doctor's orders were strict with limits of his rehab program at first, but he was making leaps and bounds at improving his physique to the point they reconsidered. Medical forecast spoke of four more months in the wheelchair, Hard Knock was walking small distances after two weeks and didn't need it anymore after four. The treating staff at the hospital was dumbfounded at his progress while Rainbow couldn’t be more proud of her coltfriend.
The result of his efforts was a growing attractiveness. Rainbow Dash wasn't a mare to swoon over hunks, but the clear gain in muscle let her eyes and mind wander to places. She caught herself stroking over the defining biceps and broad chest in combination to sleeping more often on his soft belly.
The little pudge had to stay. She loved his pudge.
The sex had improved to new heights, making her a quivering mess when he treated her like a goddess between the sheets. She loved the challenge to match his enthusiasm in the bedroom which made it less frustrating to lose against his lead in experience and insatiable lust for her body. Every time she thought she got him, Hard Knock pulled out something from his endless bag of tricks to widen the gap again.
Rainbow had yet to see a ceiling to his prowess.
"Six, seven, eight…" Hard Knock blew past the set goal as usual and she relished in his go-getter attitude.
"Fine, then do ten! Let’s go!"
The heavy weights lifted for the tenth time and sank into the holder with a loud bang.
"Well done!" Two lips pressed against his mouth for a quick kiss. "Awesome as always and to be expected from my amazing coltfriend!"
Hard Knock smirked at her behavior. Out in public, she had developed the habit of being more affectionate and louder with proclaiming their status as a couple. Several stallions and mares turned their heads and he could tell that Rainbow knew them as regulars.
She was boasting, showing off her stallion for the world to see and Hard Knock played along. "Only half as amazing as you, Rainbow. You killed it today at the treadmill. I’ve never seen someone run this hard."
"Not half as hard as your massive cock when we-"
His hoof pressed over her mouth. "Now you’re laying it on too thick."
Rainbow grinned. "Not as thick as the girth of your pulsating-"
This time he used his own lips to seal hers. "Now you are just messing with me, aren’t you?"
"Maybeee," Rainbow giggled as he nuzzled her cheek.
How foreign girlish giggling had been not so long ago. The coltish mare wouldn’t have been caught dead acting anything other than tough and badass. Love set your priorities straight because now she couldn’t care less if somepony called her lame for being affectionate towards her coltfriend.
“We are done with training earlier than usual. We can pick up Scootaloo from school.”
Some days, Rainbow Dash believed this to be all a just a wonderful dream. Her coltfriend was a driven, loving and hardworking pony with a knack for children. She lived the perfect life according to Rarity and with a career as Wonderbolt on the horizon, she had to agree with all of her heart.
“I grab my stuff and change,” Rainbow Dash said and gave Hard Knock a good look at her flank as she turned. She looked sinfully good in her tight-fitting yoga pants. No mare, he was sure of that, had ever bought a pair for the intended use of keeping sweat from equipment. Other stallions might have objected to their marefriend showing of her curves, but Hard Knock only felt the satisfaction in making public what she got and only he can have.
A piggish attitude for sure if she weren’t enjoying it, strutting with a hip sway and brushing his side long enough for a squeeze. Rainbow didn’t care that everypony was watching her getting groped on the bun. She challenged them to say anything so she could respond with “Yeah, he gets that every night! Jealous?”.
“Save energy for Scoots. She hasn’t seen you all week and wants your help with hoofball training,” Hard Knock scolded, which was less effective due to his hoof stroking over her cutie mark. It was invisible through the pants and he trailed the rainbow bolt of lightning perfect from memory, pressing roughly into the flesh under the cloud.
“Spoilsport…” Rainbow removed herself from the touch of her coltfriend. “I’ll be quick, don’t forget where we left off!”
As soon as she was gone, Hard Knock hunched over and took a few shaky breaths. Equally shaky hooves inched for the bag under the bench, fumbling with the zipper and getting a bottle out. More fumbling and the stubborn cork plopped off and spilled a few pills. He took one, then changed his mind and just poured half a dozen into his mouth.
“Your mare has a fine piece of flank, dude!”
“Thanks?” Hard Knock stowed his meds away and turned his attention to this special gentlecolt. The guy was big and maybe just a few inches shorter than Big Mac, with a coat that was a light shade of brown. Massive wings on his back identified him as a pegasus.
The way he smiled lecherously as he drove a hoof through his greasy mop of black mane identified him as a sleazeball. “I can’t believe how much the stallion repellent has changed for the hotter. I wouldn't have tapped that plot with a ten hoof pole and now she sweetens my workout with a prime view on the bouncy goods. All thanks to you, dude!”
The stallion pointed to a workout bench across the room. The scratch marks on the floor suggested he pulled the equipment to the perfect spot to ogle at Rainbow.
“Don’t get it twisted, bro. I’m just browsing with hooves off your merchandise. By my luck, the hot chick would turn back to dyke right after pinching her from you. A stallion that can turn somepony like her into something halfway decent earned to keep his hard work. We cool?”
The stallion was a little spooked from Hard Knock’s blank face, but relaxed when it turned to a smile. "Do you need a spotter?"
On a closer inspection, the pegasus would have noticed how wooden that smile was. “Thanks bro, most guys in here seem too wimpy to lift their own hooves off the ground.”
The stallion sat on the bench and put the largest weights available on the bar, looking around for nearby mares. A few took notice to his great glee and he positioned himself in time to miss their eye rolls.
“I’m Brute Peel.” The weight came of the holder and Brute Peel realized that he might have overdone the amount in the pursuit of impressing mares. He had to rely on his new buddy to get him through this set.
“I don't care what your damn name is.”
Unfortunately, his spotter was in a state of quietly simmering rage.
A sudden push let the metal bar slip out of the stallion’s grip, leaving his throat as next resting place.
“Dude help…” The lack of oxygen made itself visible by the coloration of his face.
Hard Knock looked bored with the plight of his partner and leaned on top for some added weight to his windpipe. “If I’d thought you were malicious in your actions, you would choke on blood and vomit by now. As it stands, I think you are just stupid.”
The building pressure made all struggling useless during the one-sided conversation. From the casual tone you could not have guessed Hard Knock was wringing the life out of this stallion.
“In what way is that a good idea? Insulting my marefriend? Insinuating you could take her from me if you wanted? Putting your physical integrity into my hooves?”
Another round of wet gurgles.
“See? I don’t know either.” Hard Knock leaned further down, touching the muzzle of the stallion with his. “From now on, you will appreciate my marefriend from an appropriate distance and respectful manner. Afterwards, you can take these mental images home to fantasize and jack yourself blue for all I care.”
The adrenaline of his anger gave Hard Knock enough strength to push through the screaming pain of his muscles as he lifted the weight of the stallion with one hoof. Doing it like that was stupid and unnecessarily harder, but he felt the need to leave an impression on this guy.
And based on the shaking hooves of Mr. Peel it was working.
"Stupid pants get off my butt!"
As enticing the form fitting yoga pants made her flank, they were even harder to take off than to put on. The sexy sportswear was a gift from Rarity and Rainbow couldn't use the usual approach of ripping it off without angering the seamstress for her carelessness. It left her with a one-sided struggle against the piece of clothing, rolling and writhing on the ground for a working angle to push them finally off.
"Miss Dash, could we talk for a moment?"
The voice came from the door. Two stallions stood there with red faces, trying their best not to look in her direction. The blushing came from Rainbow's current display on the ground; face down and flank raised with her pants around the ankles.
"What do you want?" Rainbow growled at the two gazers. She had no problem with Hard Knock seeing everything of her body, but anyone else was her decision to allow. There was a huge difference between targeted teasing and getting stares at your cooch during an inopportune moment.
The two gentlecolts at the door were doing the latter.
*rip*
"Sorry Rarity," Rainbow thought with mournful looks at the shredded remnants of her legwear. "I will make it up to you, but I can't let another stallion have this kind of view. It belongs to him and only him!"
Her agitation wasn't lost on them and the smaller one of the two stallions stepped forward. "I am Cross Fit, the owner of this gym and this is Long Cardio our health instructor. We would like to speak to you about the health of Mr. Berry."
The bristling mare relaxed at the air of professionalism they portrayed. These two weren’t like the other horny dirtbags who had taken a sudden interest in the brash tomcolt in town. Nopony had ever approached her before and now when she had gotten the stallion of her dreams, Rainbow had to beat them off with a stick.
The worst were the glances Hard Knock got in her presence, stallions measuring themselves to her coltfriend and thinking they had a chance.
Not in a million years would she trade down to one of those douche bags.
"He's awesome, isn’t he?"
"Yes, too awesome for a fact," Cross Fit said without a hint of amusement in his voice. "We believe there could be other factors besides sheer determination and exercise at play here." Rainbow recoiled at those accusations, but the stallion continued. "Our gym is more than a shack to bulk out, Mrs. Dash. We are certified to oversee long time rehabilitation of former hospital patients."
Long Cardio chimed in. "The focus being the words 'long term'. The progress of Mr. Berry isn't just unlikely. It's impossible with normal means."
"What are you saying?" Rainbow asked with a sudden dry throat.
The stallions saw her distress and Cross Fit gave a small smile. "We can do nothing without evidence, but for the sake of your special somepony, we advise you to have an eye on him and act when anything is wrong."
Long Cardio didn’t smile. "We are sure Mr. Berry is unwell."
"Whatever..." Rainbow passed the two stallions in a huff, angry at them for dampening her perfect mood. Everything was fine. Hard Knock healed faster than usual, so what? Her coltfriend was just awesome this way and didn't conform to these eggheads and health nut jobs. That was the story and she would stick with it
Hard Knock was fine.
This was the mantra Rainbow repeated as she made the way back to her coltfriend. She ignored the stallion besides him standing attention with a nervous sweat, looked at her coltfriend and froze at the sight.
“You’re bleeding!” Rainbow yelled with more dread than she wanted as the thin red trail ran down the chin from the left corner of his mouth.
Hard Knock didn’t miss a beat, wiped the blood away and gave a reassuring smile."Must have bit my lip while training..."
"Yeah..." Rainbow responded weakly, fixating on the numerous red splotches on his white teeth.
Hard Knock was fine.
He had to be.
The Drunk And The Braggart Of His Heart
A small bottle made of glass, cubic with a cork lid, see-through and everyday object. Hard Knock stared at the item with tired eyes and expression. He simultaneously hated the content of this bottle and desperately needed it to function. Tiny pills, barely bigger than breathe mints, made the strenuous parts of his life more bearable for the price of numbing the dizzying highs.
A fair trade from his perspective.
The pony whose hoof grabbed the bottle out his line of sight didn't think so. His gaze followed until the container stopped in front of his sister's face, contorted and stretched through the glass. She did a little shake, rattling the three remaining pills with a look of deep concern before putting it back down on their kitchen table.
"This has to stop, Hardy."
Hard Knock said nothing, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes as Berry's words washed over him.
"The painkillers should have lasted for months. It's been a few weeks!"
He had tried to ration as best as possible, not taking pills when it was bearable and increasing the dosage at times of importance; Time with his marefriend, longer workhours to get the cider production off the ground or being fun to be around for Scootaloo.
They needed him and he wouldn't disappoint them by slowing down.
His meds were messing with his head. The fallout of his outburst at the gym could have been worse if he hadn't reined himself back. The loudmouthed brute had no lasting injuries and didn't talk to the authorities for charges against him. Whether it had been a spark of decency in Mr. Peel, the amounts of bribe cider or the embarrassment of getting intimidated by an invalid was anyone's guess.
Regardless of the reasons, it was luck beyond belief.
Goodness, he was so easy to agitate these days. So many duties and expectations made it harder not to slip into lashing out. Everything was coming up roses for everybody else in his life. Berry had a good stallion in Big Macintosh, Rainbow gained ranks in the Wonderbolts and Scootaloo had a permanent home with them. All because he was the perfect brother, coltfriend and guardian to these ponies.
He can't and wouldn't be the piece that disrupts their perfect happiness.
With so many blessings, Hard Knock had no place whining about aching bones and a small smile graced his lips with that thought. "Let's forget about it. I won't need them from now on."
The little problem solvers in a bottle were tempting, but swallowing pills by the hoofful would make the ponies in his life worried about his well-being. Hard Knock had to be tougher and more resilient. A little discomfort won't make his life miserable.
"You will just work through the pain, won't you? Disregarding your health to make us happy?" Berry cursed their similar attitudes and her ability to see through his bullshit. "Guess what? I'm not happy with you hurting yourself and Rainbow won't be either!"
The first time since their talk, Hard Knock's composure was slipping. "What do you want from me, Berry? Tell my marefriend I can't keep up anymore? Let everything we worked for go to waste again? Disappoint the little filly that had nopony?"
The bottle slid off the table and shattered against the floor. Berry sat there in stunned silence, staring at her brother's eyes and widened her own in surprise as a sudden steeliness washed over them.
"I rather rend this useless body to pieces before that happens."
"Rainbow would understand... She loves you."
"I know she does and that's why I don't tell her." Hard Knock had gone back to a tone that was much more calm, jarring Berry with his shift from an emotional wreck to absolute tranquility. "She is loyal to a fault, but the day our relationship becomes just an obligation to her, I might blow myself up with the distiller for a change of pace."
Hard Knock stood up and kissed Berry on the forehead. "I can handle this. Trust your brother, I'm strong enough to handle anything. I always did."
She couldn't remember how long she sat alone in her chair after that. The solitude in their kitchen could have lasted hours or just minutes. The lonely mare suddenly bolted for the cupboard, pulling out a bottle to fill a glass to the brim with amber liquid. That's how Rainbow Dash found her, hunched over the table and staring blankly at her untouched drink with shaking hooves.
The pegasus shuffled into Berry's peripheral vision and put a few bags down. "I bought groceries."
If Berry had heard anything, she didn't respond with a look or words, holding the full glass in her hooves that couldn't have held another drop. Rainbow shrugged, explaining the solemn behaviour to her occasional grumpiness. From her experience with Hard Knock's sister, she needed to start a conversation with the right topic to get Berry out of her bad mood.
What better topic than her passion for brewing and beverages?
"What are you having? A new batch of cider?" she asked while unpacking food items into the open fridge, glancing at Berry's fiddling with the glass from time to time.
"Whiskey..." the answer came in a low and scratchy tone, barely above a whisper.
Rainbow stopped unpacking. "I thought you quit drinking."
"I did..." Berry stood up and poured the untouched content of her glass in the sink. "Lock the door when you go home."
The mare was gone before she could turn to face her.
Rainbow's brow furrowed in concern as her eyes fell on the broken glass under the table.
Author's Note
Edit 18th December 2018: changed the ending from Big Mac to Rainbow.
The Drunk And The Braggart Of His Heart
Rainbow Dash lost count how many times she had uttered the phrase “the best sex ever” during the last few days. She didn’t know what had brought the sudden spike to their already incredible lovemaking and being rutted silly by his seven inches in their bedroom wasn’t much help to gather her thoughts.
Hard Knock had become relentless in his efforts, reducing his marefriend to cries of pleasure and would continue until her orgasms reached the double-digit numbers. Unable to move from muscle spasms, she had admitted defeat two mind-numbing rounds ago and didn’t protest when he raised her sore flank for another.
Rainbow was bended over, folded and entered to mold around him like a well-fitting glove until her entrance had shaped itself to the form of Hard Knock’s throbbing length. Her womb would accept no substitutes anymore, shown by how unsatisfying borrowed toys from Berry had been during the few times she tried. Similar to a lock, only his matching key could get Rainbow to the orgasmic heights she was getting used to experience.
And he gave it to her whenever she wanted.
The calm brewer had transformed into a force of nature. The training at the gym was harder, the workhours in the cellar were longer and she noticed him sitting a lot less in his wheelchair. She welcomed his new attitude, but all the unleashed energy seemed to go mostly into banging the blue off her coat every single night.
The grip around her hips changed, his hooves taking a tighter hold to pull Rainbow towards him. He sat down and thus putting her into his lap to spear the last inch of stallionhood into velvety wet depths under the scratchy moan of his marefriend. Tightly connected, his grip changed again to hook his front legs under her armpits and the plum hooves touched behind Rainbow’s neck.
Hard Knock had put the smaller mare into a full-nelson hold.
“Oh, Celestia have mercy…” she thought with a gulp, salivating in anticipation of things to come.
In their time as a couple, her coltfriend had yet to show any repeats from his endless bag of tricks and he didn’t disappoint this time either, taking full advantage of the hold to move rapidly without having to adjust after each plunge. The rhythm changed from the earlier hard single thrusts to literal jackhammer pounding into her core that made their whole bodies vibrate.
“Th.. Th.. This… mi… might… b… eee… my ne… new favourite!”
The right stimulus followed with a bite on the scruff of her neck. Warm shivers ran all over Rainbow and distracted her from the final part until it was too late to stop him. It wasn’t as if she would have if she’d noticed anyway when his hindlegs joined in constraining her own, completely making her unable to move a muscle while his hips picked up the pace even more.
They were both now lying on their backs, Hard Knock on the bed and Rainbow snuggly on top of him when his loud groan announced the last spurt for the night. Rainbow screamed in ecstasy over the deafening wet slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, mouth drooling a river as the dominating male beneath her went berserk to breed his mare to satisfaction.
A task he accomplished for the umpteenth time tonight with a fountainous release around his cock, drenching his lap in her love fluids.
“Hah… uh… ugh…” Out of breath and spent, she felt the hold loosen and her body being moved. Hard Knock rolled on his side and Rainbow off him, spooning the mare and re-tangling their hindlegs loosely together.
After mind-blowing sex always came cuddling and light fondling to complete their lovemaking until both dozed off together.
A simple, straightforward and heavenly routine.
“Let me be the big spoon tonight.” Every word from her lips were a chore to get through. Only the training regiment with the Wonderbolts could compare to the level of exhaustion she felt after a good rutting from her coltfriend and the soft caresses of her ears afterwards were just too unfair to go up against.
Tonight, Rainbow prepared to fight the impending afterglow coma of their thorough sexcapades. It was still difficult to stay awake, the gooey warmth of Hard Knock's essence inside and his sweaty body against her lulling the mare into drowsiness. The intent was to ease her overstimulated body into the best sleep possible, so just pretending to sleep without nodding off was a herculean task for the exhausted mare.
She achieved her goal by painfully biting the insides of her cheek for several minutes until Hard Knock succumbed to the realm of dreams and Rainbow sprung into action as soon as his breathing calmed down. Her coltfriend was hiding something, and he was too on guard to let anything slip while he was awake. The defenses came down during his slumber and she planned on getting the truth directly from his body.
“Those two idiots at the gym must be wrong... At worst he has a few strained muscles...”
The first thing that proved her wrong was the rigid feel against her hooves as she traced his back. Even in deep slumber, Hard Knock was tense as a board, emanating slight shakes from his muscles at her touch.
She shuddered from the callous texture of his hooves. Every part of earthponies were always so rough and solid, brimming with the strength of their powerful muscles. This close to his physique, Rainbow remembered an old rhyme about earthponies that an old instructor had taught them at flight school.
“Pity the rock lying on the ground, the joys of the sky it never found. Dirt is its home and where it may stay, the majestic blue a world away. While mud is its blanket on starry nights, we enjoy the celestial delights. Once broken the rock may never be whole, a feather may drift but reaches the goal. I pity the rock for it will never be, anything more than a tiny speck to me.”
The proud recital at home had been one of the few occasions when her parents had not given their daughter a trophy. She remembered a lot of scolding, an evening without supper and a furious crowd of parents in front of the principal’s office on the next day.
Low key racism aside, pitying earth ponies was stupid because they were awesome in their own rights! Rainbow always bragged about her toughness, but she didn’t know if she could have shrugged off an accident like her coltfriend. As his marefriend, she had insights into his health record and calculated with Twilight that the same injury would have killed both of them ten times over.
Hard Knock was one tough son of a mule.
“He’s on edge... nothing too worrying...” Rainbow thought, failing to convince herself and pressing a spot between his shoulder blades too hard on accident.
The small whimper from his sleeping form shook Rainbow to the core. She never imagined such a sound from her strong coltfriend. His whole body trembled, and he gritted his teeth to the point of making grinding noises. The little poke set free a cascade of suppressed pain that wrought havoc on him as he writhed in agony, not enough to break Hard Knock out of his deep slumber that reminded Rainbow increasingly of unconsciousness.
She fought against a building lump in her throat, staring at the proof of her failure as the breakdown of his tough shell broke her own. Tears ran quietly down her face as she nuzzled his cheek and swore to make things right.
Confronting him would hurt his pride, she knew from her own experience.
Instead, Rainbow settled for being extra thoughtful, extra loving and extra awesome to repay his efforts tenfold, starting with something special right now.
Her personal drawer in his nightstand had one object that stood out from the various energy bars and clutter of other convenience items. A rolled up scroll, sealed with a faintly glowing wax stamp with regards from Twilight. The egghead had fully delved into this new field of magic for couples and made a portable version of a very special spell. A stomp with her hoof cracked the wax seal and made her body glow to show the established connection between spell and user. She unfurled the paper and instantly felt tingles wash over her in waves and slight burning at her crotch.
The first visible sign was the hardening of Rainbow‘s nipples in a well-tempered room. She moaned from the building pressure as small blue mounds grew underneath the pink nubs. Growing milk teats excited her every time and Rainbow felt the temptation to indulge in the flood of hormones coursing through her body. She had to act quickly, already feeling small droplets form at the tips.
Gently, she laid on the side and positioned herself to give him comfortable access to the rosy knobs. A smile graced her lips as he reacted instantly to their presence and puckered his lips on instinct. It needed no convincing to make him suckle at the first possibility, his hesitation brushed away by the deep slumber.
Relief came with the first stream of thick cream leaving her body although Rainbow didn’t get much arousal from the licks and suckles of her coltfriend. The foundation was there, slight tingles and all, only muted by the tenderness and delicate nature of his tongue movement. The warm glow in her chest came from nourishing somepony she loved and providing a piece of herself as a tangible source of comfort.
Her hoof stroked his mane while he subconsciously fed on her, the muted suckling and smacking of lips as only background sound in the quiet room. The sleepyhead was hungry, resting his head on her left teat while he suckled on the right and getting the milky residue all over his cheek.
“You are a messy eater...” She breathed faintly into his ear, guiding Hard Knock carefully to change nipples so she could clean his face with a few licks.
Hard Knock smiled in his sleep from the wet warmth, letting more milk drip out of the corner of his mouth she cleaned up. Soon, the intent changed from cleaning her stallion to shower him with affection which influenced a lower part of Hard Knock’s body.
The limp spire slowly wormed its way out of the protective sheath, still red and tender from their aggressive lovemaking. Another grab into the drawer produced a tube of ointment to oil up the weary spire. Despite the countless rounds of hot, steamy sex, the shaft soon stood hard and rigid again with visible throbbing. After taking a mental inventory, Rainbow Dash realized he had not climaxed at the end.
“I love you, you stupid selfless numbskull. I love you, I love you...” Every exclamation stressed by a kiss on his tip and a pump along the shaft, but her eyes fixated on Hard Knock’s face. “I will let nothing get in between us. Not even our thick heads!”
She vowed this with all of her might through his weak ejaculation, softly squishing and pulling on his sack to help along with the release. Her first instinct was to lick off the thick white cream from his dripping shaft, but she waited until it slathered the whole length with strong-smelling liquid. The odor transferred to herself when she nuzzled the sticky appendage like a cat would her owner and Rainbow marked herself with his scent, past the coat and the layer of her skin.
Tomorrow, they both would get knowing looks from ponies and she didn’t care in the slightest.
Mushy didn’t bother her anymore. Looking weak didn’t bother her anymore. As long as she got him, everything else was less important. A line of thinking which was dangerous, he had said so many times, but Rainbow couldn’t fight her feelings and the hypocrite suffered as much as her by trying to keep her happy.
Two numbskulls, well underway to destroy their health and reputation respectively with good intentions.
Rainbow had expected that the first time they used the magic scroll would be a happier moment, a more lewd night with lots of amazing sex and indulging in perverted fantasies. The thought of his cock being sandwiched between her swollen teats had excited the mare since she filled up that first mug of milk as a present for his hospital release.
But ultimately, the unveiling of her new assets boiled down to giving her coltfriend a midnight snack and a hoofjob.
And the smile on his face made her satisfied with it.
For now.
Author's Note
MUST... FIGHT... WRITERS... BLOCK!!!
I'm doing everything I can to get out of my writing anxiety. Part of it is releasing stuff I'm not completely satisfied with, but I feel like actually getting things out is more important.
Hope you found enjoyment in this chapter.
