RGRE Oneshots

"Morning."

You turn away from the sizzling, egg laden skillet and smile as Dash trots in the kitchen.

"Mornin' gorgeous. You finish your stretches?"

She returns your smile, a smattering of pink on her cheeks. "Yep. Got a minute to help with my chin ups?"

No boasting or sarcastic remark? Dash has really mellowed out since you and she started banging. It's kinda nice.

"Hmm... I might."

You do. Turning down the heat on the stove, you step away from it and hold your arms out.

Her smile turns into a grin just before she makes a running jump at you. Before she can slam into you, you reach out and snatch her front hooves, leaving her limp in your grip. Man, pegasi are so light.

"Alright, 20 for 3, 5 on the last."

The multicolored mare blinks and tilts her head. "Why 5 seconds on the last one?"

God that's cute.

"You'll see," you say mysteriously. "Ready? One!"

Rainbow lifts herself up, her head rising above her hooves to eye level with you.

"One, two three."

She holds it for 3 seconds, then drops again.

"Two, one, two, three."

You press your thumbs into the soft frogs of her hooves, keeping the blood in her legs circulating. No numb legs for this mare. Heh. To think this beautiful mare came to you because Applejack roped her into a dare.

"Gotta take the aylien on a date." Applejack said.

Then... You're not really sure what happened. You and Rainbow Dash just clicked.

She took you to a bar, you sat down, and you talked about all the "mare" stuff she wanted. You'll remember the surprised look on her face when you kept up with her hoofball and then countered with fond recounts of how your favorite team won big a year back. You and she went out again, then a third time.

Then you and she went to your place and fucked like animals. Good times.

"Nineteen, one, two, three."

Nice to see your mouth autopilot still works.

"Twenty, one, two, three, four..."

As Rainbow huffed, holding the chin-up, you lean forward and catch her lips with yours. Her eyes go wide and her face blooms with red. Even when her forelegs go limp, you raise your own arms to keep her at face level.

Low on air, she pulls away and takes a deep breath as her forelegs escape your hands, coming to rest around your neck and letting her hang.

You chuckle and press your forehead to hers. "Love ya."

She smiles. "Love you too, babe, but I think breakfast is burning."

Oh, so that's where that smoke smell was coming from.

"FUCK!"