Winter Heat

“Dash!”

You yell down the street, ignoring all the strange looks you get from bystanders. Her tail soon comes into view as she backs around the corner—dragging a family-sized suitcase that’s bursting at the seams. One of the cheap wheels had already broken off and the other was not long for this world.

You yell out, “Do you want some help—”

“—No!” She cuts you off from half a block away.

“Ok.” Ponies pass you with inquisitive looks while you patiently wait for her to catch up.

When she finally does, she drops the bag with a grunt and pauses to catch her breath. She shoots daggers at any nosy pedestrian to convince them to mind their own business, then, she turns to you, “Wait, we aren’t there yet?”

“No.”

“Well why’d you stop?”

“Because I was waiting for you.”

She responds indignantly, “Why were you waiting?”

You ponder your next statement carefully before deciding she’s got it coming, “Because you’re slow.”

A spark starts behind her eyes and in a few short seconds it’s a raging flame, “I’m what?” In the middle of the street, the fiery mare somehow makes you feel like you’ve got your back in a corner.

Uh-oh. Upon further consideration, you conclude you’d chosen poorly. Your next sentence reveals your sense of self-preservation is still very much alive, “I uh-*ahem that was just a joke, but…” her eyes narrow even further, “...I think that, at least for now, we should maybe use some teamwork to get to the train on time.”

You keep your fingers crossed and wait for a response. The teamwork thing usually works, “Fine, but only because half of it’s for y—uhh, I mean yours.” She corrects herself.

That’s definitely not true, you fit everything you needed into your backpack.

You nod anyways to find common ground and heave the case aloft—almost dislocating your shoulder in the process, “Geez it’s heavier than you! What’s in here, your weight sets?” You struggle grip on the slobber-slick handle. Why can’t ponies carry things with their hooves like they’re supposed to?

“Just shut up and help me carry it!” She huffs, and gets underneath it to support with her back. With the brunt of the weight take up it made for light, if awkward work.

Dash normally was pretty easy to smooth things out with. It must be her heat getting to her. You felt pretty familiar with the typical tropes of a mare in estrus, but you also know your pegasus was anything but typical.

Finally, the station comes into view and there, sitting in steam waiting, is the train.

Dash immediately perks up, “Awesome! The train’s already here! Hurry up Anon let’s get a good seat!”

“Dash, its-*huff...it’s been here for a while.” But your words fall on deaf ears. Suddenly, you’re bearing the full weight of the suitcase as your excitable companion shirks her duty to get a head start on your adventure.

Under any other circumstances you might’ve been annoyed, but with how much effort she’s already put into this impromptu holiday, you know she’s anything but inconsiderate. By the time you trudge your way to the platform, Dash is already standing before the carriage door; her beaming smile sparks an urge to hurry up.

The locomotive sounds it whistle, the shrill screech piercing the air and warning everyone in town that it was their last chance to board, “Hurry up Anon it’s about to leave!”

You don’t say. You finally hand off the bloated bag to the train attendant and try to ignore his bulging eyes as he shakily moves it to the cab compartment.

Weak legs carry you up the steps and both of you enter the carriage together. Dash pauses, as if surprised at the amount of ponies who’d arrived on time to claim the more desirable seats.

You move past her with a gentle head pat and she obediently shadows you to the front most bench. You usher her in first, knowing she loves the window seat, then sit down next to her as the train engine barks and smoothly pulls away. She jabs you with a wing and squee’s like a filly, “This is gonna be so awesome!”

You chuckle at her antics, “I can’t argue there.”

Her grin lingers on you for a while before turning back to the window. The houses and shops of Ponyville roll past at increasing pace till they give way to the trees on the outskirts of town. As you watch the scenery whip by, you feel Rainbow dig into your backpack.

She retrieves the pack of bubblegum you keep there and pops a piece in her mouth. Her ears perk as you watch her chew it up, “You good dude?”

“Yep.” You nod, “I just realized I forgot to bring my book.”

She blows a tiny test bubble and pops it. Her voice responds, dripping with satire, “Oh, how will you ever learn proper courting techniques if you don’t have your sappy romance novels.”

Oh here we go again. You thought you’d hid Scarlet Hewn Wings well enough in your nightstand, but a week ago you walked in to find Dash smirking as she casually flipped through its pages, and since then she hasn’t let a day go by without reminding you, “Hey, I’m a sappy guy you can’t blame me.”

She smirks and smacks her gum, “So you admit it then?”

“Admit what?”

“That you were reading another romance book.”

So that’s how she wants to play. “Dash, why would I want to read a book on it when I can just practice with you?” You nudge her shoulder.

She turns a bit red before discreetly looking around to make sure nopony heard you, “N-not so lou—”

*—smooch

A peck on her cheek steals her remaining courage and she shrinks into her seat. You lean over with a smug grin, “You are just the cutest thing I’ve ever—ooph!”

An elbow jab stops your jibe, but not your smirk. The train trundles along and for the first few minutes, your rainbow companion stays pretty quiet, occupying herself by blowing more bubbles and tracking random things passing by, but she can’t hold her grudge for long.

“Hey Anon?”

“Mhmm?” You respond without stirring from your dozing position.

“Let’s play a game.”

“Hmm?”

She barely notices your lack of enthusiasm, “I spy!”

“I’d have to open my eyes for that.”

Her scratchy voice falls silent for a moment, “You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?”

“Cuz that’s lame!”

“Oh no the last thing I want to be is lame.” You respond with more satire than you intended.

You feel her glare, “I spy with my little eye a grumpy—”

“—Me.” You interject with the correct answer.

She crosses her forelegs and turns to face you in her seat, “I spy with my little eye a lazy little—”

“—It’s me.”

Her eyes narrow further, her voice comes back more curt, “I spy with—”

“—Lemme guess, me.”

“How do you know? I haven’t even started describing what I’m looking at!”

You peek over to sample her feistiness, “You’ve been staring at me the whole time, what else could you spy?”

She pauses a moment at your solid argument, “I-I can use my peripherals! You don’t know!”

“No, but I can guess.”

“Arrgh, fine! I’ll pick another game.”

“Oooh I’m excited.”

“Cut the sass.”

“Yes ma’am.” At this rate there was no chance you were getting a nap in, and playing a game with your mare wasn’t exactly a bad alternative, “What’re we playing?”

Proof of interest rekindles her dampened enthusiasm, “We’re gonna see who can blow the biggest bubble!”

Your resurgence in motivation was immediately dashed, “Aw Dash, you remember what happened the last time you tried that?”

“What’re you talking about dude?”

“You know, when you got it stuck to your muzzle?”

The distant memory comes back to her but she’s too dedicated to the idea to back down now, “Pfft! That was like...no big deal.” She averts her eyes as her recollections contradict her words.

“I was picking gum out of your fur for two hours.”

She smirks when she thinks back to the painstaking procedure you’d both endured. It was one of the earlier memories from your time as friends, “So, I never make the same mistake twice!”

You sigh, “If you say so.”

“I do. Now watch!” She smacks her gum and forms it around her tongue before bracing it against her teeth. She blows but it ruptures with a quiet click, “Hold on, that was a bad one.”

She tries again and blows a pink bubble the size of a golf ball.

*pop!

Some heads turn and your competitor grins, “Alright Anon, let’s see what you got!”

Without hesitation she extends the chewed up gum on the tip of her tongue. You pick it off and pop it in your mouth—chewing it up to renew it’s elasticity, “So how are we measuring this exactly?”

“Uhh, just whoever blows the biggest bubble.”

You make a solid entry into the competition, your bubble is noticeably bigger than hers. The ease with which you form it makes her anxious, and after two more even bigger attempts she’s chomping at the bit to get another go. Before you can react, she pushes her muzzle into your lips and her nimble tongue steals the gum from your mouth. She pulls back with a slight blush and peeks over the bench to ensure nopony saw, “What? Your fingers taste funny.”

She chews silently before blowing another one, slightly bigger than yours. There was more than enough potential to keep going, but she errs on the side of caution. Her smiling muzzle consolidates the gum before the next kiss off. Due to the efforts of two determined mouths, it’d been thoroughly worked over and was now in the prime of its pop-ability: a fact you demonstrate with champion bubble and accompanying crack.

Her smile disappears, “M-My turn!”

Not willing to argue, you put it back in her mouth and she starts digging in your pack again, returning with two more sticks of bubblegum.

“Dash…” You warn.

“Shutup I just need more, this one’s too chewed up already!”

You surrender to her overwhelming will. She wastes no time popping the extra material in her mouth and merging them with their veteran brother.

Her eyes narrow on yours while she obnoxiously chews. Then, she poises and blows. Her cheeks puff as she surpasses your previous record with ease. She pauses to breathe, and then keeps blowing. Just as you’re about to warn her again, she stops—having secured her spot on the leader board.

She smacks with a grin, “Haha! Beat that!” She leans in to give you the fat glob, but you both nearly lose it attempting a delicate trade off. Learning from your lesson, you push into a deep kiss and pass it between well sealed mouths. Both of you stay like that a moment longer than the hand off required; just enough to make you forget you’re supposed to be adversaries. You break with a squeak and two wide smiles.

You notice some of the other passengers looking on curiously, only to avert their eyes the moment either of your heads turned.

But with the competition in full swing you pay them no mind and surprisingly, Dash doesn’t either. Your next attempt is impressive, but at best it only matched hers. You swap one more time so she can increase her victory margin. She liberally applies her tongue to the task and wipes away a short spit string when she's finished. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was trying to draw attention. Again, the display turns some more heads, but she doesn’t seem to care as she chews—her eyes locked solely on you.

“You already won you know.”

“Well duh, I won before we even started.”

Despite her victory she wasn't about to quit with such a small margin. A pink bubble sprouts from her muzzle tip and promptly grows. It sounds similar to a balloon as it inflates well past her previous record, growing thinner and more transparent with each labored exhale. Just when you think she’s going to stop, she puffs her cheeks and squints her eyes shut in concentration. Oh no.

She struggles to keep the gum grounded to her teeth as more and more of it gets taken up in the softball sized bubble in front of her face, “Dash, I think you should—”

—*pop! The bubble ruptures to cover her muzzle and her eyes go wide.

You sigh, “...stop.”

She paws at her muzzle and leans back into her seat so the ponies across the isle couldn’t see her failure. “Hey, stop that you’ll just make a bigger mess.” You nudge her hooves out of the way and start pulling bits of pink gum from her blue fur. Her thankful eyes meet yours. Your look said enough; an ‘I told you so’ would’ve been redundant and unnecessarily damaging to her already wounded ego.

"Heh, did you see how big that got?" Blue hooves sneak up before you swat them away.

"Leave it, you need fingers for this." Luckily the gum was coming out easier than last time.

She obeys but snickers again, "Heheh, but did you see it?"

Her smirk was more playful than confident. She never gives you a break does she? The competitive mare just couldn't pass up an opportunity to brag about her bubble-blowing abilities, and perhaps her oral dexterity in general.

“What can I say? I guess you’re better at blowing than I am.” You response slyly.

She tilts her head, perplexed, “What?”

You chuckle to yourself, “It’s a...it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Not only was Equestrian lingo different in that regard, but Dash was also too inexperienced to pick up on the innuendo. It wasn't like you had conversations about it.

“So? Tell me!”

You look around cautiously then whisper “It’s probably not best to say it here—"

"—Oh come on!"

"Alright alright just calm down, I'll tell you!" The slightest hint of a smirk tugs on the corners of her mouth, but she doesn't boast her victory just yet, "It was a reference to that um...that thing you sometimes do with your mouth."

"What, talk?"

"No, like...in bed."

"I've never blown on anything in bed?"

"Yeah, I don't really get it either because it says blow but really means the opposite—"

"—Oh, you mean when I give you muzzlejobs!"

The car falls silent with the exception of a snickering colt being shushed by his mother. Dash realizes how loud she was and her face goes beat red. Slowly, you turn around and all the eyes that'd been staring at you dart away, except for an elderly mare near the back. She just scowls.

You throw an arm around your pegasus just so she doesn't feel alone in her embarrassment.

The rest of the ride was mostly silent and your previously exuberant companion remained calm after getting cleaned off. The lesson in moderation was apparently taken to heart. Only after the cab empties at your layover at Canterlot station does she finally relax and pick up conversation.

She sighs sweetly before muttering into your shoulder, “This is nice.”

There weren’t many traveling to the mountains and you almost had the whole car to yourselves. The extra intimacy the relative privacy offered was a tantalizing glimpse of what the week held in store for you.

“Hmmm?”

“Its nice to finally be getting away. I’ve been super busy with training and managing the weather schedule. The Cloudsdale dunces sent the cold front two days early so we had to make do with who we had on watch.”

“Now that you mention it, I thought that snow was scheduled for today.”

She sighs, “It was. Not gonna lie dude, I thought about flying over to Cloudsdale control and bucking some teeth out after practice last Friday.”

You stroke her shoulder, “Well I’m glad you didn’t, otherwise we’d be spending the week playing cards through a jail cell instead.”

“Heh, yeah.” The train rocks and she steadies her lean on you, “It's also been a lot of work organizing this.” She admits.

“Oh I can imagine. I still can't figure out how you managed to rent an entire resort this close to the holidays.”

“You’ve got Wonderbolts to thank for that.” She muses, “They have an agreement with the company that owns it. When we go on tour we stay at one of their places if there aren’t any barracks.”

“So this isn’t the only place they have?”

“No they’ve got like, a bunch of resorts all the way out to the Crystal Empire, but this one is the coolest in my opinion.” She catches herself with a sudden realization, “You can come with us on the next tour and check them out if you want!”

“They’d let me do that?”

She pauses to check herself, “Well, technically they have to allow spouses to go TDY with us…” She looks up at you with genuine curiosity, “...you’re my spouse, right?”

The obvious answer shoots to the tip of your tongue but your pause catches her interest. Technically, spouses were bound in legal marriage, but in Equestria, mates were considered to be lifetime partners with marriage being a privilege of the wealthy. You look into your lover’s big beautiful eyes; she doesn’t know what to do so she just smiles.

“I’d say so, I mean, we are mates right?”

“Yeah!” She catches herself and blushes a bit.

You pull her tighter into your shoulder, “I sure feel like your spouse, so it’s probably close enough.”

An ear-to-ear grin splits her face, “Me too.” Satisfied, she tucks her muzzle back into you and lets your loving touch work its magic.

You look out the window, admiring the snowfall for a good minute before speaking, “Still though, an entire hotel? The Wonderbolts have that much sway?”

“Not exactly,” she grunts as you hit a good spot under her ear, “I had to bargain a bit with them since it was short notice.”

“I hope you didn't spend a fortune just for me Dash.”

“It wasn't that much. I managed to work it out so it's just gonna be you and me. No staff or anything; so that made it cheaper. It means we're gonna have to do everything ourselves but that also means no competition for the hot springs!”

"So I take it the Wonderbolts are totally cool with you doing this and taking a week off?”

Her ears fold to her head and she looks bashfully up at you, “Heh well, you see I kinda timed it so it would be in the middle of my heat. S-sorry I didn’t tell you the whole truth at first, I just didn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

"Oh?” you respond, with a hint of mock hurt. She’d managed to get her schedule, your schedule, and her body’s schedule all on the same page...impressive.

“So you’ve known this was coming then?”

“Yeah, sort of. I know it usually hits me this month, so once I started realizing that’s when I started setting everything up.”

“That’s pretty cool that the team gives you time off to deal with it though.”

She pauses before responding, “Yeah I guess, but they kinda have to.”

“You mean they’re required to give you time off for heat?”

“Yep. Because it’s the only time most mares can get pregnant so you get time off for it, as long as we’re not like, going to battle or something.”

“Huh, I’ve never heard of that before.”

“Yeah, well it means that if you don’t get me pregnant then I have to pay back the time.”

Your eyes dart to her relaxed features, “Really? I mean, is th-that something that you want? Do you know a way to make it work or, or do we just…”

Her smirk tips you off, “Hahahaha! You should’ve seen your face!”

“Dash!”

“Hahahaha! I’m kidding, of course I don’t have to pay it back!” She finally stops snickering to holds your gaze, the next moment you were embraced in a sweet kiss.

As you caress, you notice the elderly mare and another towards the back are watching you and gossiping quietly.

You’d bet that their eyes were more toward your companion than yourself. Dash wasn't quite a household name but she’s not far off.

A tingle runs through you and a smugness invades your brain. She was so down to earth you tended to forget that the mare who was contently sitting in your lap licking your teeth was also a model Wonderbolt, national hero, and role model for an entire generation.

You love her for different reasons, but it was pretty darn cool to see just how revered she was. They can gossip all they want.

*smooch

Damp lips pull off the corner of your smirk and she nuzzles your nose for a bit. You get the feeling that the affections had a dual purpose to nurture your self-esteem as well as to satiate her bubbling over giddiness. She'd never do this before if there was a chance anyone was watching.

As if to prove your point, she lets out a girly giggle as she rubs her cheek on yours. Questioning a gift is pointless so you just soak up the feel of her soft, warm fur and the smell of her face. Dash snorts when you kiss her nose. She offers you a final, quick nuzzle—just so you know you can't chase her off so easily, then, she lays down across your lap.

She pushes as far back into your stomach as possible and looks up expectantly.

A firm grasp ensures she won't roll off your lap, and with that knowledge she relaxes with a smile. Her hooves hold a hand against her soft fur while your free hand massages all the necessary spots to put her to sleep. You can't wait to see what this week has in store for the both of you.

Frozen white powder crunches underfoot as you conquer the steep trail to the resort step by step.

The landscape before you was not something you’d seen back on earth. Trees adorning the path had only begun losing their orange and yellow leaves, but thanks to the local weather team, there's six inches of snow on the ground.

Individual flakes are so big, that they don’t instantly melt to your palm as you examine them.

Four crunching hooves stop next to the bag in front of you and a second visible exhale joins yours, “That’s called snow. Pretty cool huh?”

You peek up at the smart-alack pegasus, then suddenly, you toss a scoop full of snow at her face and take off up the trail.

She snorts violently and shakes it off before tearing after you just as fast as her four legs and two wings would allow.

Your twenty yard head start disappeared in just about a second, and you look over your shoulder just in time to catch the blue blur rocketing towards you. Her momentum takes you clear off your feet.

*ooph!

You both hit the ground with a thud. Dash reaches out to grab a hoof full of snow, but you smack it out of her grasp while recovering. For the next minute you wrestle about in the cold, Dash trying her best to pay you back and you trying your best to defend yourself. But inevitably, she gains the upper hand and you’re forced to watch in horror as she gathers a snowball to brutally plow into your face with an audible—

*—thwack!

You roll away, dazed by the blow, “Ow! I didn’t hit you that hard!” You feign injury and gingerly clear the packed snow out of your eye sockets. Your whole face feels like pins and needles.

“You’re bigger so I had to use more snow!”

“Yeah but you used more snow and threw it harder.”

“…Yeah. That makes sense.”

You finish wiping your eyes, “To you maybe.” Dash stands a few feet away with another snowball in her hoof, but she drops it and stomps it into the ground when you look at her, “You were going to hit me again?”

Shifty eyes accentuate her guilty expression, “N-no…”

“Were you at least going to wait for me to recover first? Or were you just going to hit me again when I was blind and helpless?”

“No, but quit being such a baby Anon, you’re like twice as big as me.”

“Well…you should’ve finished me when you had the chance!”

Her early warning sensors only succeed in perking her ears cautiously, and she squeals in surprise when you tackle her to the ground, “Hahahaha-quit it-hahaha!” You wrestle her into the snow with no real objective, but quickly take a wingful of snow to the side of the face.

Dash scurries away while you recover and stops farther up the trail to make sure you're chasing her, “See, that’s what happens when you try to trick the fastest flyer in all of—ooof!”

A snowball silences her boast, “That’s it, you’re toast buddy!” She starts frantically forming a snowball of her own.

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” You chuck your second one at her but she dodges and returns her own—hitting you square in the stomach. Dang those have some force behind them.

The battle moves down the trail allowing you to take cover behind the trees. Your hands have the advantage when it comes to making ammo quickly, but Dash was a smaller target and had wings...and your fingers are starting to freeze.

You peek out from behind your tree and spot part of her prismatic tail, just before it darts out of sight.

You peek from the other side and a snowball just misses your face. She watches the return throw with wide eyes, but doesn’t even try to move until it’s in midair. The packed snow explodes off her rump in a white cloud. She’s caught in the open so she attempts to run, but the snow bogs her down and you tackle her before she can take off. Normally she can dodge those with ease...the cold must be getting to her.

As if to prove your point, the mare barely resists, seemingly grateful for the contact. You hold her withers and look her in the eye. Her far off expression told you she was somewhere else; your game had run its course, “Getting cold Dash?”

Her drifting eyes meet yours, “A b-bit.” She gulps and scratches her hind legs together.

“Then let’s get you inside.”

You help her up and brush the snow off. The suitcase you left in the road gets retrieved and you finish your trudge up the trail. Normally, the resort would send a carriage down to the station to pick up guests, but since Dash’s deal granted the staff the week off, you had to make do with your legs.

Finally, you crest the hilltop and the cabin comes into view.

The blackened wood of the three story tall building contrasts distinctly against the mottled white backdrop of evergreens and snow. Its snow covered roof matches the snow capped mountain framed behind it and it's almost oriental style architecture lent it an element of mystery.

The scene is so striking that the normally careless rainbow pegasus stops to take it all in with you.

You quickly realize that the path you’d taken to get here was in a shallow pass of sorts—a pass that deepened drastically into the basin you were now standing in.

“Wow Dash, this is…”

“...Cool!” She finishes for you.

The excited mare takes off and you follow close behind. After crossing a covered walkway over a running stream you find large steaming pool with some smaller ones spaced around it. They weren’t too deep, but they looked to be carved straight out of the polished rock. You reach down and dip your hand in experimentally, “Whoah, this is really warm!”

“Duh, that’s why they call it a hot spring.”

"I know that, I just wanted to point it out."

She trots up the steps with a smug grin while you argue your point. The doors refuse to open, “Oh, almost forgot. They said they’d hide the key under the ice plant.”

You look around and immediately spot more than a dozen ice plants in pots, “Good security feature.”

The fifth pot you check has the key and you unlock the building. Lattice-framed doors slide open to reveal a warm, cavernous lobby. Dash walks in with a chuckle and you follow, closing the doors behind you to keep the heat in. The front counter has a conspicuously placed note.

Hello: Welcome to The Star Springs Mountain Getaway. Proudly owned by Luxury Accommodations, we hope you have a pleasant stay. Here are listed some rules of conduct, please abide by them at all—

“—Anon!” You hear her voice call from somewhere far away.

“Hold on Dash I’m reading the instructions!” You yell back.

With a rush of wind, your partner appears around the corner and drops to her hooves, “Pfft! Who needs instructions for how to vacation?”

You can save this for later. You fold them up and put them in your pocket for safe keeping, “Alright what have you got to show me?”

“Just follow me!”

You admire the minimalist architecture as Dash guides you down the hall.

“Look, it’s a weight room!” She exclaims upon reaching her destination.

It was small by any human standards, but they were so uncommon in Equestria that you can understand why she’d be so excited to see one. You look down at the giddy little pegasus, “Shall we check out the rest of the place or do you want to spend the whole time here?”

Much to your surprise, the mare actually pauses to think, “...Yeah, let's go look around!”

For the next hour you do just that. Not a single door in the resort goes unopened. The building had a lot of smaller rooms in it that varied in size depending on what you paid for; luckily, you had your choice of residence as no one else was going to intrude. You were just beginning to realize what that meant. You have this entire luxury resort all to yourselves...just you and your mare.

“Whoa Anon! We’re using this one!”

You break your trance and follow Dash’s voice into what must be the luxury suite. The room, at first glance, is twice as big as your apartment, complete with a master bath, walk in closet and living room with a fireplace and king sized bed. That must be a minotaur king size.

Dash leaps onto the bed and rolls on her back with a chuckle; you hop on and collapse next to her, “Geez Dash this thing is huge!”

“Heheheh yeah it is!”

Your grins grow in the ensuing silence. You know exactly what’s going through her mind...because the same thing is going through yours, “How many of these rooms do you think they have?”

“I don’t know but I say we claim this one, I’m tired of walking.”

“Me too.” You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling and taking in your luxurious surroundings.

Dash pipes up, “Pool?”

“Pool.”

You spend the next minute digging through your backpack and suitcase looking for your trunks, but very intense peer pressure quickly convinces you to abandon them. Luckily, the rear pool was just outside the back door.

Dash breaks out first and cannonballs into the water, “Woohoo! Anon hurry up the water’s super nice!”

Despite her beckoning, you stand there peeking out from behind the door butt naked. It wasn’t your lack of decency that held you back, Dash still found it more normal than wearing clothes. It was the fact that you had to brave the frigid the twenty foot gauntlet to the pool’s edge.

Dash ducks under the water to warm her face, but when she doesn’t hear your splash, she surfaces to glare at you, “Don’t make me come over there and get you.”

She sounds just as mirthful as ever, but you know it isn’t a bluff, “Just give me a minute.”

She huffs and sits there, staring at you. She’s making this awkward on purpose. The tactic does the trick and forces you out from behind cover...just in time for a gust of cold air to buffet you.

You cover yourself as best you can and shrink back inside, “Nah, I’ll look for something to wear first—”

“—Anon get your butt over here or so help me I will drag you out kicking and screaming!”

Geez, “...Ok, fine.”

You take a deep breath and make a mad dash to the water. Instead of cannon balling, you hop the edge. The relief is immediate. The water seems hot at first, almost unbearably so, but after a few seconds you normalize and relax into it. Dash greets you with waiting hooves and a winning smile.

Her forelegs pull her into you as you sink down to nose-level to meet her, “See, toldya it’s warm.”

You smile back at her, “I never doubted you, Rainbow.”

Breaths mingle amidst the rising steam as your lips touch. Nimble puckers smack against each other, savoring the teasing sensations and distinct nose contact you could only get with this type of kiss. After a minute you break to look into her gorgeous magenta eyes.

With a rush of water you pull each other close again and crash your mouths to fix your wetted appetite. Her hind legs lift off the pool floor and wrap around your waist as you passionately kiss. The mare’s narrow tongue loses all restraint and liberally paints the inside of your mouth with naturally milky essence. Her breaths rush past your ear—distinctly hotter than the humidity rising from the water inches away.

She breaks away with a smack and a huff, trailing a thick string of spit from the tip of her loose tongue; you don’t have time to catch her eye before she kisses on the other side of your mouth. The reverse angle offered a new take on all her favorite exhibits, which she immediately goes to work on.

One hand holds her petite frame tightly to your chest and the other travels of the back of her water-soaked mane and kneads the back of her neck. She never admitted it because she never slowed down enough to notice, but all the work she put in definitely created some tension. Your careful fingers start to relieve discomforts she didn’t know she had, and it fuels her slobbery love-assault all the more.

Her fore hooves pull harder on your neck in an attempt to get more of her tongue in you, and she takes to lapping at your shorter muscle. The mutual tasting continues as your breaths get more haggard. Finally, she breaks—and transitions to slowly licking your lips and cheek.

“Heheh, looks like someone’s happy to see me.”

Instead of a reply she moves back to lick your smile a few dozen times. The things this mare does when no one’s watching…

After finally getting her fill, she gulps and stops. Eyes drift to each other as you slowly circle the hot pool, “I’ve been waiting to do that for a while you know.”

You quirk a brow at her, “Oh have you?”

She smirks shyly, “I just...I enjoy it ok?”

“Hey, I’m not judging. I enjoy it too so uh...feel free to do it whenever you want.”

Now she shoots you a cocky grin, “Are you sure you really mean that?”

What angle is she working now…”Yep. I’m sure.”

“So if I show up to your work and walk into the middle of a meeting?”

“I would ask everyone to ‘hold that thought’ and proceed to make out with you for as long as you’d like, yes.”

She chuckles, blowing steamy breath across your face, “How about if you’re doing that thing where you’re like, trying to explain something to somepony because you don’t think they get it but they actually do and you just keep getting interrupted?”

That’s oddly specific. “Uhh...I don’t really see how that applies—”

—*smooch

“...but if you really think—”

—*smooch

“...that it’s a realistic scenario—”

—*smooch

“...then I guess I would—”

—*smooch

“—have to say yes.”

She snorts and smiles, and you pull in for one final kiss. This is perfect. You break and she hugs you to lay her chin on your shoulder. You hear her sigh contently.

For the next minute you lazily twirl about in the water; sunk as low as you can while still giving your noses clearance to breathe. She’s a lot lighter underwater.

“Uh, hey Anon.”

“Hmm?”

“You left the door open.”

You slowly rotate to confirm her observation, “Yeah...guess I was in a hurry to get in.”

“We should probably close it, otherwise you’ll be all cold when we go back inside and I’ll have to hear you complain about it all night.”

She does have a point...but you really don’t want to get out right now, “We can just find another room…”

“Anon, this one already has our stuff in it and it’s in a super convenient spot.”

She’s not wrong, “So...are we drawing straws or what?”

“Huh? Oh no, you left it open, you get to close it.” She says with a tone of finality.

As if on cue, an errant gust blows through the resort grounds and makes you sink lower for safety. Just get it over with. Without a word you leave her in the water and make a mad dash for the door. You slam it shut and jump back in before you have time to register the shock of it all. That wasn’t so bad.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.” Dash teases, paddling up to you and clinging on to warm you up even more.

“Easy for you to say, I don’t have any of that nice fur.” She smiles when she feels you pinch a tuft of her longer chest fur.

“But if I’d done it for you I wouldn’t have gotten to look at you again.”

Well that’s one way to set the mood, “Really? Because the last I checked, I’m naked right now and water is transparent.”

A hind leg slips between yours and graces your inner thigh, “I know…” she leans in to nip at your ear and whispers, “...but I can’t see the details.”

Her leg drifts higher to gently contact you. Her forehooves hold your face as she continues nibbling on your earlobe. It gets harder to think straight amidst the rush of hot contact, but you know where she’s headed with all of this.

She’s never been this direct before. You had a game plan when you woke up this morning. You knew what you were going to do and you had an idea of where and when, but the cyan pegasus had a knack for wiping your memory.

Suddenly, your back bumps into the rock wall and you find your motion halted altogether. Dash pulls back—dragging her damp muzzle along your jaw the whole way. Her hazy, half-lidded eyes come into focus amidst a shallow backdrop of steaming water. Your kiss flows naturally in your trance. Her furry lips focus on your bottom one as her forelegs brace around your chest.

She breaks with a moist pop. At some point she’d developed a light blush and it’s only emphasized when her ears fold even farther, “Just...stay still for a moment, ok?”

You nod slowly as she sinks lower and lower in the water. You follow her eyes until they close and her whole head submerges.

Even with her mostly out of sight, her hold on you remains. You lay back against the warm rock as you feel her walk down your torso with her forelegs; finally, they come to rest around your butt.

Amid the swirling of hot water, something soft and slightly warmer brushes past your member. It was already at full mast from your first kiss, a fact your submerged lover was now obviously aware of.

Two lips meet your tip and begin their agonizingly slow descent as she takes you into her mouth.

“Gah!”

Your cry of pleasure goes out unheard into the lonely mountainside, but your partner definitely feels it. Deeper and deeper she moves, sucking you in as you travel past her comfortably parted teeth and onto the cushy bed of her slick tongue. She grips you tightly to keep her seal waterproof.

Ever since she’d come to the sudden realization of muzzlejob mechanics on a hot afternoon while eating a popsicle, she’d been all too enthusiastic about sharing her discovery with you. Apparently she was unaware that it was a common thing, and frequently boasted about how good she is at coming up with romantic ideas without having to read sappy books. You didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t that uncommon. As far as she was concerned, the two of you were the only ones in the world who got to enjoy it, and you were fine letting her believe it. Besides, she did figure it out without anyone telling her so she isn’t wrong about being creative.

She bottoms out and you feel her lips suckle around the base of your shaft, forcing your toes to curl against the pool floor.

“Gah! Rainbow!”

Her longer muzzle lets her take you in with surprising ease, and she never experienced the slightest discomfort, a point you’d been adamant to emphasize.

Her slick tongue goes to work lapping and swirling and bathing your nerves in way that somehow expressed more love than lust. She didn’t have any particular routine, instead she just did whatever she felt like and enjoyed your inevitable responses. She behaved as if she were kissing you—pouring every ounce of her being into her leisurely but deliberate movements. Previous experiences seemed to support that idea; if you didn’t move things along, she’d often get lost in her own world and stay fixated on her target.

Now that you think of it. Your hand moves to the side of her face and detects her jaw flexing in conjunction with the incredible pulses of suction you were feeling. Gently, you nudge her to signal her to surface. She pauses as if to wonder why, before pulling off...and stopping halfway to forcefully lick your glans.

“Mh!”

Your legs almost give out, but a second nudge saves you. Dash’s furry blue form breaks the surface with a splash, a pool of rainbow floats around her squinting and snorting face. You help wipe some water from her eyes before finding them.

“What is it?” She asks, her cheeks a cherry red.

“I was just uh...reminding you to breathe.”

A look of confusion crosses her face, “What the hay do I lo—*cough! *cough!—ook like, some unathletic earth pony? *cough!”

“No...but air is still good for you.”

“I was underwater for like, ten seconds!”

She almost seems offended by your lack of confidence in her breath-holding ability, “Dash, you were down there for about a minute.”

Your respective experiences may have been shortened and lengthened by enjoyment and pleasure, but that didn’t change the fact that your partner’s comfort came first...even if she gives you a hard time about it.

“Dude, I’m not gonna pass out on you or anything.”

You suddenly feel stupid for your reminder, “Ok, but if you do there’s no lifeguards here.”

“Pfft! Then I guess you’ll have to fill in.”

Before you can respond she takes a deep breath and ducks underwater. You have to remind yourself to breath as you feel her forelegs hold her securely to your midsection. She carefully takes your length again, going just slow enough to ensure a solid seal.

You weren’t exactly sure where she got the idea of doing this, but you’re not about to discourage her.

You’d learned that ponies really don’t take well to having their gifts and efforts turned down for the sake of their own convenience…especially when they’re doing it out of the kindness of their own hearts. Dash was no exception.

Your relationship with Dash was based almost entirely off of emotions, any physical affections rose from that as a symptom rather than the driving force. Albeit, a very severe symptom. You never kept track of who owed who because you never owed each other anything. Satisfaction arose entirely from the joy and pleasure you brought to one another. It was impossible to simply give into the relationship without receiving anything in return, both in principle and because Dash incessantly tried to find ways to give back.

In a way it was a positive feedback loop. Happiness arose from seeing your partner happy, and happiness arose in your partner from seeing you happy…which in turn made you even happier. It was a wonder your heart could keep up with it all.

You’d even coined your own term for it: competitive affection.

The idea really fit well with her personality and in a general sense, it was completely true. You always tried to one-up each other with expressions of love, for no other reason than that you enjoyed it.

If that wasn’t evident enough as is, Dash’s submerged antics definitely drove the point home. She hooks a foreleg around your knee and twists her head to get just a little bit further down on you.

“Ah Rainbow!”

She grips you a bit tighter when she makes out the muffled sound of her name. You feel a twinge of guilt not being able to look her in the eye, but focus instead on what you can do to connect with her.

Your mare laps viciously at you amidst her haze-inducing suction. At this point your knees had long since given out and you were only upright because you held onto the pool edge. Your most sensitive tip was sandwiched between the palpable bumps on the back of her tongue and the ribbed texture on the roof of her mouth. She simply holds you there and suckles, moving only to twist her muzzle and get a different angle.

While the sensations alone were incredible, the far more appealing aspect was how enthusiastic she apparently was. The moment you let that thought grab hold, you sense imminent danger of losing control.

With panicked fervor, you find the mare and cup her cheek to pull her away. But the moment you do so she squeezes you even tighter and kneads your tip with her dexterous tongue.

“Dash I’m…”

The warning was unnecessary. Whether it was her aptitude for her interests, feminine intuition, or some sixth sense you didn’t have, she knew you better than you knew yourself, and her decision to not let up was made long before you even considered it.

You take a shaky breath and struggle to hold your position on the wall as your partner does her best to sap your remaining strength. You reach out and gently grab her ear; your eyes unfocus. Her rippling, prismatic mane turns into a collide scope of color and you can’t hold back any longer.

Dash pauses to curl her tongue along your underside—coaxing the first spurt out of your swollen tip. Her throat constricts to swallow and your one handed grip on the wall tightens as you grit your teeth to fire off all that you have into the unflinching maw attached to your crotch. She holds on tightly through it all and you can swear you feel her lips curl in a smile.

Finally, you have nothing left to give; after another tender moment of attachment, she slowly pulls away, lapping the mess off your tip before surfacing.

Red, yellow, and orange mane cover her face as she takes a big gulp of air. You immediately pull her towards you for support. You brush her mane out of her eyes as she catches her breath. Are you supposed to say something now?

“That was uh…really good.”

Amidst her struggle for air she finds it in herself to chuckle. One eye and a blushing cheek peek up at you, “R-really?”

“Yeah! I just um, I guess I just thought you wanted to wait until…you know…” You scratch your neck nervously. Way to sound unappreciative, dummy!

But Dash only smirks, “Heh, I kinda-*huff got a bit carried away…” Her eyes drop before she quietly stammers out the rest, “…it was w-worth it though.”

You’re not exactly sure what to say to that so you just pull her into your chest. Judging by her bashfulness the last thing she’d want is to bring more attention to is—

“—It was worth it for the taste I mean.” She nuzzles past your jaw with a blushing smirk.

“Dash…” You muster your condescending tone.

But she’s intent on egging you on, “Heheh, i-it’s kinda like—“

“—I’ll take your word for it.”

“But don’t ya wanna know?“

“Not particularly.” What has gotten into this mare?

A mischievous smirk grows on her damp muzzle as she leans in to whisper, “It’s not exactly like vanilla ice cream.”

“Aww gross!”

“Hahahaha!”

She’s never going to let that joke die, “Alright miss Dash, I think it’s about time we drain some of that feistiness.”

“Heh, not gonna happen!”

“No?” Your fingers graze a more sensitive area and she dips in the water as her hind legs immediately forfeit. You catch her by the root of her outstretched wing, ignoring the look of surprise on her face.

She clings to your chest, her machismo instantly forgotten in favor of intimate touch. You take a fore hoof off your chest and guide it to the edge while she looks at you questioningly, “Here Dash, hold onto the side for a minute—“

“—Anon, you don’t have to try and copy me.”

“You don’t want me to?”

She averts her eyes, “I just kinda wanna…stay here.” She brings her detached hoof back to cling to your chest.

The act makes your heart melt and you needn’t say anything else. One hand holds your precious mare’s head to your chest while the other drifts past her receptive dock. The scent of rain drifts up from her hair as fingers drift past her plot hole, down her perineum, and around the focus of your attention. She stays motionless and calm against you but sudden vigorous winking tells you a different story. You slide your fingers down her rump, squeezing her labia together and resisting the motion of her winking.

“Ghh!”

Her hips start moving on their own to replicate the motion you just made. One hind leg sticks out to the side and bumps into the pool wall—its only purpose being to stay out of the way. Ripples travel outwards, carrying with them a small portion of the mare’s pent up libido. Her movements pick up speed and start to get more erratic.

You stroke down her back, “Shh…just relax, this is my job.”

She lets out a deep breath and you reward her self-control by slipping a finger into her canyon. She whimpers and strains to spread her legs. You slide down her lips like before, pinching them between your middle finger and supporting ones. You stop when you bottom out in her clitoral cleft. Ever so gently, you gyrate around until you trigger a coiled nerve.

“Nngh!”

There it is. Her slick button squeezes past you forcing her legs to kick a bit. Her body springs into motion again, powered by the flame of an increasingly uncontrollable drive. This time you let her ride it out and relegate to doing the best you can.

Narrow hips angle to massage her sensitive bean on your finger and she rocks back and forth with increasing fervor.

You pull her higher up on your chest. The new position gave you better access to match her urgency.

Water splashes between your bodies and the combination of heats force beads of sweat to form on your face.

Your finger wiggling takes the necessity out of her movements and she slows before holding still. A kiss on her forehead reveals the strain of pleasure etched on her face and she grunts and whimpers as you continue to get her off.

The war wages on in her nethers as her active clitoris clashes with the dexterity of its suitor; Dash doesn’t dare move, knowing full well that the best way to scratch her itch is to let you do it for her.

The sprint of stimulation quickly wore down her stamina and before long she’s teetering on the edge of climax. Just as she’s about to tip, you let up.

“Agh, Anon!” She cries in desperation.

When you don’t immediately respond she looks at you for answers. You snag the opportunity to steal a kiss which she pushes into.

Your fingers go back to gingerly stroke her labia—just enough to keep her wound up.

The mare’s only response is to kiss harder to compensate for lack of stimulation.

Again, you stop for a moment and Dash pulls away in exasperation, “Anon…” Again, you tease her sheltered flesh, “…An-on…” Her gorgeous magenta eyes struggle to stay open amidst the haze of unrealized orgasm. She arches her back, grips your chest, and tries to rub herself on your leg. But you stay just on the edge of her reach, purposefully building her up for a more intense finale.

When she doesn’t get the stimulation she seeks her eyes return to yours, her breathing shallow and shaky, “A-non…please…”

That last yearning whimper broke what remained of your resolve and you do everything in your power to give her what she wants. With her back still arched, you pull back on her clitoral hood to stretch the loaded nerves therein.

Her shivering pauses for the briefest moment, then, you bring your lips to hers in a passionate kiss—sending the beautiful pegasus screaming down the precipice of climax.

She stays there, back arched, muzzle attached to yours, frozen in ecstasy. Her nub throbs in celebration and you do your best to prolong it by gently circling the sensitive spot.

Few things matched the feeling of fulfillment you got from bring your favorite pegasus to this point.

She stays paralyzed and silent for longer than usual and just as you begin to wonder, she relaxes and lets out a puff of air through her nose. Your mare relaxes onto your chest, rewarding you with a sigh of mixed content and relief.

Your palm now covers her, gyrating slowly to ease her off of her endorphin high. Her legs hang limp in the water and her wings start their painstakingly slow withdrawal.

Some deeply ingrained motivator pulls her out of her afterglow long enough to plant a thank you kiss on your lips. Then, she lays back on your chest.

For the better part of the next hour, you hold her close and keep her muzzle above the water while making lazy circles around the pool. Clouds descend from the mountains to fill your view with white, and a snowflake finds its way into your eye. As the weather hints at what is to come, your trusting mare rests peacefully on your chest, calmed by the heat of the water and the beat of your heart.

The sky is a few shades darker by the time you decide to get out. It’d also gotten a lot colder.

“You ready to head inside?” You pat her belly affectionately.

She opens her eyes for the first time in a while, “No let’s sleep out here.”

”Sure, I’ll be inside if you get cold.”

You leave her in the water and move to the edge, “Anon! You’re supposed to say something nice!”

“Oh? Since when did you become an expert in romance?” You hop out and cringe making your way to the door.

The sopping pegasus follows, “Since, like, I saw those sappy books you were reading!”

You reach for the knob, “So you didn’t read them you just looked at them?”

*click

It doesn’t turn and you both stop dead while that fact sinks in.

“You locked us out!”

“You’re the one that wanted me to close the door!”

Wind gusts past your wet and rapidly cooling bodies, “I didn’t know it was locked!”

Much to your chagrin, the tough pegasus shivers. If she’s cold then this is bad. Her voice cuts through your thoughts, “Ok, you try the front door, I’ll check the other side!”

You nod and split off. Clenching feet leave wet prints on the frigid cobblestone path. There was a fine line between moving too fast and losing heat to wind, and spending too long with any one foot grounded. You were relegated to picking the least uncomfortable option: speed walking. You remember locking the door behind you but maybe there’s another key.

Hurried legs carry you up the stairs onto slightly warmer wood, but the mild relief is dashed when you can’t get in. You might actually die out here.

In a panic, you start checking the the dozens of potted plants for a spare key, but none turn up. Just as you’re about to give up hope a thought crosses your mind. How much would a window cost? Whatever the answer is, is far cheaper than the risk of hypothermia. Even if you did wait it out in the warm pool, you’d have to get out eventually, and the weather was only scheduled to get worse.

You hoist the tiny plant over your shoulder and take aim at one of the smaller windows next to the door.

*crash!

The pot and glass shatter splendidly. You’re not looking forward to explaining it, but that was kinda fun.

The door clicks from the inside and your heart immediately sinks. It opens to reveal a dripping wet and unamused pegasus.

“Hey.”

She just stares with disappointment.

“I just thought that…uhh…it was the only way.”

“Get inside Anon.”

“Yeah.”

As she closes it behind you, the ballistic aftermath of your potted projectile becomes apparent. As does the thousands of sparkling glass shards that sprawl all over the lobby, “I’ll clean that up…and pay for it.”

“Just hold on for a minute.”

You move to start compiling some of the bigger pieces, “Wait! Don’t move yet I don’t want you to step on any glass!”

You abandon your efforts and wait for her to fly back with two brooms, a dustpan, and a towel to dry off, “I found these in the service room.” She hands them over before perching safely on the counter top.

The next hour is spent sweeping up debris and apologizing. It goes by a lot faster once you clear enough space for Dash to join in. Her hooves may have been hardened but her frogs were just as vulnerable as your bare feet. After putting the plant and some dirt in a cup, you tape a pillow across the hole and call it good.

Dash swats you with her tail, “Geez dude, we haven’t even been here a full day and you’re already trying to get us banned.”

“I’m sorry Dash it was really stupid of me. Just tell them it was all my fault and then—“

“—Whoah! Take it easy Anon I’m kidding!” You look over and see that she’s wearing her teasing smirk; it still doesn’t make you feel much better. If you’d just gone looking for her first you would’ve known she’d gotten in through the second floor window.

“Hey.” You come to an abrupt stop as she blocks the hallway in front of you. She stands on her hind legs and holds your shoulders, her eyes bore into yours, full of concern. “You know I’m not mad at you right?”

She’s got every reason to be, “I just don’t want to make you look bad since you’re representing the Wonderbolts and all.”

“Seriously? Dude whenever the team rents one of these places out they break stuff all the time!”

They probably don’t do it deliberately though, “Thanks Dash.” You trundle on holding the towel around your waist. Dash follows you silently into the room and you drag the suitcase to the closet to unpack.

A loud crash draws you back out to the main room and you see Dash standing over a broken decorative vase, “Oops, I must’ve bumped into it by accident.” She looks at you without an ounce of guilt. What the heck?

When you bend down to help her clean it up you feel her tongue graze through your hair. Looking up you see that she’s watching you closely. Did she do this on purpose to make you feel better? Staged or not, it actually did make you feel better…and she deserves to know that.

You pull her muzzle into you for a peck and you both smile. After finishing Dash taps your leg, “Throw that away I’ve got something you need to help me with!”

After finding the trash can you make it back to the bedroom to find her bouncing on the king sized mattress, “Uhh…should you be doing that?”

“Watch this!” She starts throwing in a wing flip with each bounce. The display was pretty impressive, but in light of multiple recent ‘accidents’ you fear the worst.

“Ok, yeah that’s really cool.”

“Then you’ll love this!” She throws in a twist with each bounce, getting dangerously closer to the edge each time.

You rush in to hold her down, “Whoahohoho yeah that’s…that’s neat.”

She comes to a halt and smirks, “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

“Of what?”

“My awesome tricks!”

“No…” You make your way around the bed and change out your towel for some real shorts.

“Yeah you are.”

Yeah you are, “Hey, didn’t you say you needed help with something?”

She perks up but dodges eye contact, “Uhh…yeah…”

“Well, what is it?”

She waits for a moment as she builds courage, “C-close your eyes f-for a minute.” You comply and hear her shuffle around, change her mind, then shuffle around some more. A scratchy, trepid voice says, “Y-you can look now.”

Before you lay your pegasus partner. Her rear end facing you and her head curled to gauge your reaction; one hind leg is held up by her foreleg and her dock is pulled back—baring her feminine region right at you.

Her cheeks flash red and she avoids your gaze. She’d never displayed herself like this before, anything you’d seen of her just happened in the heat of the moment. But now she wants you to look at her.

Her exquisitely toned form flows with her half-extended wing and rests amidst a pool of her own color. The unusually flexible position, held with ease, accentuates her hind leg and converges lines on her naked skin glistening with arousal—the only fur less spot on her otherwise pristine cyan body. A timid expression enters the picture and she musters just enough courage to meet your eyes.

She is gorgeous.

She’s unsure of what to say so she waits timidly for you to make a move. Even after all you’ve been through together, she’s still a bit shy with blatant expressions.

The sound of your unneeded clothes dropping echoes through the silence, followed by a audible leaky wink.

She winces and breaks eye contact again. The only desire you have is to make her realize that she’s got absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re going to make her proud of that beautiful marehood of hers if it kills you.

You’re on her before she can lose any more confidence. Passing under her leg, you walk your way up her body and plant a lingering kiss on the side of her hiding muzzle, “You’re the most beautiful mare I’ve ever seen Rainbow Dash.” You whisper before gently kissing her ear.

Her response is heavy breathing. By the time you make it back to her rear, she’d sprung a new leak. Even after this afternoon she’s still a bit pent up.

You barely resist the allure of her musk and focus instead on her inner thigh. While holding onto her outstretched leg, you plant an open mouth kiss inches from her radiating crotch. Her short fur carries a hint of her genital flavor and a lot of the smell simply from being in close proximity to her radiating need. You find yourself kissing her fur with the same care and enthusiasm you show for her lips; every part of her deserved as much love as you could give.

Her hooves twitch as you repeat a few more times, stopping when you can feel the hot air of her nethers moistening your cheek with humidity. You span the gap to her other thigh, taking the opportunity to inhale the smell of your mare’s excitement. But the well-known scent is laced with something different, something sweet.

It’s got the sugary air of an ice cream shop, but warmer…a hint of cinnamon? With the source under your nose you finally connect the dots and realize what you'd been catching whiffs of in the train earlier.

A nervous squeak grabs your attention and you realize you’d been sniffing blatantly at her muff for longer than what you’d consider normal. Her eyes briefly meet yours to gauge your reaction. You fight your instinct telling you to move on and instead take another whiff of her incredibly alluring scent to signify your approval, she always smells good, but this is...extra good. With that, she relaxes. She does this every time, it’s like she has to pass a test or something.

The allure of your partner becomes too great and you choose to forgo any further formalities.

Your tongue fans out over each warm lip individually, cleaning up any sprung leaks. She squeaks and shivers but stops when you pull yourself farther into her. Much to your surprise, the sweet smell you detected earlier is accompanied by a matching flavor. A hint of glucose not unlike what you tasted in your kiss earlier.

You take your time lavishing her sex with your tongue, all the while her winking nub tries to draw your attention to more sensitive areas. The leaks keep coming and coating her sex with appetizing flavor. The only way to fix this is to head to the source.

You tongue fans out over her cleft which parts from the pressure. The moment it does, all the lubricant she’d been building up comes spilling out around your maw, accompanied by an incredibly potent musk to match.

“Gaah!”

The close proximity made it easy to catch most of it, but that wasn’t your primary concern. Her enticing smell apparently wasn’t a novelty. It was only growing in proportion to her exposure...and it’s really, really good.

Mixed in with her heady musk, it stimulates your senses more than you expected. And the last rational thought you can afford before you become a victim of your mare’s allure is that you need more of it.

You push her leg back and press your lips harder against hers. Your tongue gorges itself on Dash’s natural product. It may have been a bit selfish, but there’s no guilt in the act because it’s mutually beneficial; you get dessert, and Dash...

“Ngah!”

You’re pretty sure she loves it too.

She squirms and bucks but is unable to dislodge you. Your tongue works in conjunction with your nose to focus harder on the incredible experience. The more of her you taste, the more you need to taste her.

The slick texture of lubricant fills your mouth as you do everything in your power to experience more.

Suddenly, the lights dim and you break with a loud squelch to breath. Colors you didn’t realize had faded fill the room and the naked mess in front of you. Don’t forget to breathe.

But the sight of her puffy pink labia and darker innards makes you do just that.

You use your fingers to spread her open, giving you a better view and more direct path to what you need. Closing the distance you tentatively taste her more sheltered area. Again, you detect an even stronger sweetness. You quickly connect the dots and spread her flower petals wide before you start lapping at her cherry red flesh.

“Ohoohoo!”

Your free hand rubs her belly to let her know you share her enthusiasm. The deeper you get, the more concentrated the taste, and more desperately you seek it. The concept seems foolproof so you decide to forfeit the bigger playground for the smaller one and plunge as far as you can into her canal.

“Agh-Anon!”

Your name earns a wiggle from your buried muscle and Dash kicks so violently her hips come off the bed. Her powerful clitoris pushes its way out of your mashed juncture to slime the side of your nose. Dash bucks and cries but gets nowhere once you lock her rump against you with all your strength. She’s powerless to express her impending climax, except verbally.

“Anooon! Gaah!”

Her whole body tremors and her powerful vaginal muscles wrestle with your invasive tongue as she cums. Some more concentrated sweetness surfaces from her depths, but it doesn’t take long to clean up.

Without giving her a break, you dive right back in, this time with more focus on her neglected clitoris.

Her hind leg bobs above your head—too weak to kick and too stimulated to go limp. Her other leg makes similar spastic movements across the wrinkled sheets. Looking up, you see her chest gulp deep, uneven breaths of air as the the stimulation only increases amidst her post-orgasm hypersensitivity.

The focus shifts from the taste to the mare; your eyes stay on her strained face to make sure you're maximizing her benefit.

You lick back forcefully on her walls a few times before sucking on her clit.

“Ghaaahaaa!”

Her second finale is indistinguishable among the aftershock clenches of her first, but you gauge it as best you can and ride it out with her.

Movements slow but they don’t stop. Your tongue wanders, the appeal of her scent reminding you of your appetite for the rest of her body. Licks sneak past her canal to encompass her perineum. Unlike her labia, the short path was covered with fine fuzz that was difficult to see, but evident under your discerning taste buds.

For some reason, the relative dryness of her other nethers seems like an offense and you mindlessly let your tongue guide you where further attention was due.

Seconds turn to minutes as the mare shakes and squeaks; she keeps her hind leg up, enjoying the added sensation of exposure it gave her. At no time does she give you any hints that she’s uncomfortable with her treatment...which makes it all the more surprising when you register the taunt pucker of her pristine plothole. Her dock, instead of slapping shut on your face, pulls back harder than ever.

Rather than being turned off, you’re spurred on by her receptiveness and continue to lavish her with more of the same treatment.

Just like everywhere else, her tan skin carried a hint of salt; she puckers tighter as you cross her central wrinkles and descend down her protruded wall to sample the salty crevice her fat donut made squished between her butt cheeks.

When you finally move on to her dock, you hear her let out a breath she’d been holding. She’d never turned you away from anything before, but she’d also never really presented...that part of her before. A fluttering fills your chest when you realize you both passed that trust exercise with flying colors.

You grab a handful of her tail and gently pull to let you in her dock. The area was saltier than normal and incredibly musky...and carried the same sweet smell. Though your tongue wasn’t picking anything up, the scent was most definitely there.

She fidgets and your other arm hooks comfortably under her thigh while you give the bare cavern the royal treatment.

A long, slow lick up the hairless underside of her tail nub signifies completion, and you break to catch your breath.

Dash’s shortness of breath also becomes apparent in the absence of smacking lips. For a moment, you soak up the sight of her glistening nethers. You can’t see her expression nor are you really trying to. But if rumps could talk, you’d bet hers was saying ‘thank you.’

She winks and a bead of fresh juice eeks out between her glistening lips.

“Anon.” You snap out of your trance and see her flustered but needy expression, “Can we...keep going?”

Her eyes shine with gratitude and a hope for something more. After all that she’s still this desperate? Heat is no joke, “Y-yeah...of course.”

She smiles before catching herself and remembering she’s supposed to feel embarrassed.

Her leg stays propped up and convinces you not to waste any time, “Just uh, put it in...please.” She sounds more needy than she did a moment ago.

Her leg aligns with your chest as your hips align with each other. You meet her eyes briefly before they dart elsewhere around the room. You steady yourself and prod at her, pulling back with a thick dab of lubricant on your very tip. You spread it around before aligning with her again and pressing deeper.

“Mmmmgh…”

Your father always told you there are only few things in life that never get old, working a job you love, helping someone in need, and flooring the gas pedal on a muscle car.

Hearing her moan while sinking the most sensitive part of your body into your rainbow pegasus was also one of those things.

You were no strangers to each other, but still, each time you bury into her you find something new and exciting that you never noticed before...like how her clenching resisted you until the right amount of pressure was applied. After that, it was as if she remembered your shape and form fit perfectly to accept you.

If her prior urgency meant anything, she’d likely want to cut to the chase. However, you held all the cards for the moment so you savor it. A gentle dip of your hips keeps her occupied long enough to grab her vertically extended wing.

Her canal clenches on you when she feels your fingers grace her leading edge. Her eyes widen with anticipation but still dodge yours. You pause to soak in her heat and muster the courage to pull out before penetrating her again while pulling back on her wing in perfect synchronization. The impulses from her stiff wing socket join in with those of her crotch as they fire up her spine and set alight the pleasure centers of her brain.

“Ooooagh!”

She moans aloud as her eyes are forced shut and her back arches erotically. Hilting again, you hold the position and press some of your weight into her, stretching out your own coiled nerves with your partner’s tight grip. You repeat.

“Ooooaaaagh!”

This time you stroke up the entire length of her flight appendage and pull her very tip back a few inches. With your free arm you hug her leg and repeat.

With each press into her depths she moans purposefully, and with each bit of added wing tension she makes your travel a bit tighter. Her hole seeps slick juices all over and despite her incredible musculature, there was nothing she could do to keep you from sliding in and out of her sex canal. Puffy labia seal around you to tease the top and bottom of your shaft with the slightest pressure; they also act as squeegee’s for Dash’s copious product production.

The normal mattress creaking you attributed to a good pace wasn’t there, so you’re forced to gauge by sensation alone. Her perfect hole seemed to grant every one of your wishes while at the same time inspiring ones that only the next thrust could fulfill. Nevertheless, a battle raged between the desire for motion and the yearning for intimate depth. You sporadically pause after hilting to grind your hips deeper into her easily accessible ones. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was a compromise that would have to do until your incredibly inflated drive could at least be partially satiated.

“Agh! Dash you’re amazing!”

The compliment convinces her to look at you. Her eyes pour out so many emotions, all of which you pick up but none of which you consciously comprehend. What is apparent is that she’s much farther along the journey to release than you are. Her wing continues to get stroked while her other remains folded under her body weight, deriving its own pleasure from resisted expansion.

You continue to work your mare diligently until you feel something tap your head. Looking up, you find the limp end of the leg you still clutched to your chest. You momentarily abandon her wing to seize the hoof. With a bit of effort, you manage to plant a kiss on her sensitive frog.

“Haha-ooogh!”

She secretly likes having her frogs touched. You know because she’s always trying to touch them to you. She jumps a bit when you lick the soft pad. You slow your pace as you unconsciously time with her oral under hoof treatment. Out of the corner of your eye you can see her forehooves grasping at the sheets for leverage. Without thinking, you reach down and make chance contact with her love nub.

“Uh…”

Her teeth grit and her eyes squint and the next thing you see is her little hoof curl as her body passes failure point. Without missing a beat, hot fluid explodes from your juncture to blast a cluster of streaks on the bed. Just as you realize what’s happening, a weaker clench expels a clear bead of the same substance free of her rear. Residual spasms rock the length of her canal, and her form lays motionless on the bed except for her deep breathing. It happened again.

‘Mare-jizzing’ as Dash liked to put it, wasn’t as common as your second encounter had led you to believe. This was only the fourth time it’d happened, and it takes a moment to realize that it did happen. In your time since its first occurrence, you’d thoroughly tested out any potential triggers, but they gave inconsistent results at best.

You treat the development with the reverence it deserves and pause to let her soak up some of the sensations that overcrowded her brain. The distinct scent of her ejaculate reaches your nose; it had a bleachy odor, like a much more subdued version of your own, but it also carried that sweet tinge you’d noticed earlier. Leakage runs from the corners of her cleft in waning streaks. You plant a final kiss on her hoof which doesn’t show any of its previous signs of sensitivity, then, you let her leg down to give her a rest.

She stirs and looks back at you with such gratitude you’d think you just saved her life. Her eyes widen a bit when she sees the stains she’d projected near the edge of the mattress.

It was pretty impressive huh? A strange mixture of pride fills you; pride in yourself for getting her to cum that hard, and pride in your mare for trusting you with the strange sensations that'd surely been building up. You smile at her when she blushes hard, but she doesn’t look away this time.

She holds a foreleg out to beckon you closer. You fall into each other in a much practiced geometry and come to rest with your noses touching. Your eyes bore into your partner’s; they read her thoughts and sense her emotions. Hers do the same to you. Your hearts soar in conjunction as you share a sensual kiss.

Mouths linger while you breath in each other’s air. Forelegs hook your neck and your arms scoop around her withers to cradle her. By the time you break, your hips had already begun moving on their own.

Magenta eyes flicker but stay on yours through the unusually loud squelches and pops that her body is responsible for. You find a much slower rhythm and set your cruise control with a peck.

Her nose finds your neck as you explore the fur of her foreleg. Hot air blows across your sensitive skin in the short puffs indicative of a curious nose. They travel elsewhere, up your jaw, behind your ear, then down your hairline, before coming back to where she started. You feel her take in deeper breaths and plant a kiss.

Your hum of approval is all she needs to commit a dozen similar treatments to the area. Instinct speaks to you, forcing you to thrust a bit harder. The act shifts your position a bit and you’re forced to hold it tensely as you throb deep in her body. Dash recovers quicker than you and takes the opportunity to wander her curious nose closer to your armpit.

When you can finally relax, you sink back into her and get startled by her relatively cold nose in your ticklish area. She pulls back and snorts before carefully probing back into it.

Her appetite for your scent was something you’d grown accustomed to. At first, it made you a bit self-conscious, but it soon became clear that scent was a staple of intimacy for her. She seemed to enjoy you regardless of how presentable you felt, so you figured there was nothing wrong. Now, you just let her access to whatever she needed to get off; it was still a bit strange, but equally fulfilling. Not to mention you do the same thing with her.

You grasp her hoof and hold it above your head, sweaty palms force her frogs to clam up.

Dash’s nose dances around your arm pit—tickling your curly hair a bit before she licks you.

“Haha!”

Laughter only makes her do it again, and again, and again, drifting farther in until all your ticklishness was routed out by her interest. Rather than satiate her, your scent seems to wind her up more. Her ministrations become more erratic as she bounces between nibbling on your skin and wetting your sensitive pit.

You chuckle at the sensations and bury your face in her mane to get your own fill of your partner.

Hip movements keep their pace but become more exaggerated as you near your limit. Dash, meanwhile, nibbles on your earlobe and sprawls her tongue out on the backside. For some reason that feels really good and she senses it. Ear nibbling continues as the texture of her canal becomes more intense.

Your hands move to brace her face so you can kiss it and before you know it, your climax is upon you. Dash finds your lips, knowing you can’t; her wet kiss and the message it conveys lifts a mental filter to make your ensuing experience more vivid. You push into her mouth as you erupt in the bottom of her canal. Her legs kick and her abdomen flexes as a warmth coats her cervix in succinct spurts. You kiss harder and squeeze out one final victory drop before regaining your senses.

Dash’s eyes greet yours with an indescribable softness that somehow said you were the center of her world. In that moment, you realize that love is far too limiting a word to describe what you feel for each other.

You needed each other like you needed oxygen and water. Kisses are your air, and touch is your nourishment.

Soft smiles and caring looks were the lifeblood your hearts beat for.

Despite all your conditioned inhibitions, you knew deep down that there was no such thing as shame because your body was hers and hers was yours. A sloppy kiss or a messy finish was nothing more than an expression of that underlying connection, and thus, the pleasant sensations were welcomed with no aversion for their outcome.

Your pegasus tends to you with licks and nuzzles while you recover.

For the time being, you’re content to stay there. Your member soaks in its own brimming pocket of pegasus love juices and hormones, undoubtedly sharing the secrets of it’s biology with its surroundings. You caress your mare’s flushed cheek.

“You’re the color of my world Rainbow Dash.”

The words weren’t rehearsed or memorized, they didn’t even cross your mind before you spoke them.

Dash’s eyes start to quake and water, and you continue caressing her until she manages to fight them off. You lay like that for a while, and when the time comes to part ways, you do so reluctantly and with the promise to return.

Your well-mated pegasus gets up with you and silently preps the small area you'll both spend the night in. Everything else can wait until morning, everything except…”One sec.”

“Where are you going?” Dash asks with genuine concern and shakily stands.

“Just doing this.” You flip a switch on the wall and the fireplace adjacent to your bed crackles to life.

The worry in her eyes dissipates with each step you take towards her, but she doesn’t stop reaching for you until her foreleg is around you. You crawl under the sheets with her and flick off the lamp.

Orange flickers battle the shadows as a very content pegasus mare scoots as close as she physically can to you, and then some. You ignore the glistening wet spots by your feet, as well as the dribbling trail that led up her side of the covers.

You wrap your arms around your mate and meet her lips in a final goodnight kiss that lasts for at least a minute. Then, you bury your face in her mane and her muzzle finds the base of your neck. Wind howls in the dark and the building creaks a bit, but you couldn’t feel safer or more secure.

Two fuzzy lips kiss your chest before Dash falls into rhythmic breathing, "I know I say this a lot but, I couldn't love anypony else, Anon."

You squeeze her tighter and your heart stutters, "Oh Rainbow, you could never say it enough.”