Winter Heat

Gusts of wind howl outside and the building around you creaks softly from the pressure, but nothing can stir you. Even dreams avoid you for a while.

At least, until something disturbs your slumber.

Firelight and shadows flicker silently across the room. The mare in your arms had seemingly accepted her position as the little spoon. Why is it so early? The clock is difficult to make out, but it sure looks like the little hand is on the two.

And why does your hand feel wet? Just as the question crosses your mind you feel something brush past your index finger, something you're familiar with but haven't felt from this angle before. That's a first. You knew she liked your hands but she'd never suckled on your fingers before.

Lucidity brings the wherewithal to detect small movements and sounds that tell you she's awake, “Dash?” You croak out, obviously much groggier than her.

Instead of a response she draws in a few sharp breaths and sucks down on your index finger. Her up-facing wing presses against your arm but said arm is being held tightly to her chest by a strong hoof, keeping her wing caged and your hand accessible.

Must still be asleep. You conclude in a haze before closing your eyes again. It was a bit strange but not altogether unpleasant. The room is a lot spicier than before and the front of your chest feels drenched. You try to ignore it and pursue sleep, but other distractions keep you awake.

Fabric rustles, the pony fidgets, and somewhere, a faucet drips.

plip....plop....plop

Your thoughts return to the excitements morning held in store. One of the rooms you and Dash snooped around in had some glass panes in storage, maybe you could use those to fix the window. Your fingers curl through her fur and cheek idly.

plap..plip..shlick

Need to fix that faucet too. If it keeps dripping at this rate it'll be a steady stream by morning. Your bed mate's breathing quickens not unlike what happens when she dreams. Your face is already resting against her mane so it takes little effort to give her a soothing nuzzle. It doesn't seem to work.

slick plop squelch

Wait...that can't be the faucet you closed the—

"—Mmmm..."

The noises stop and you're left in silence to contemplate the distinct overtone that groan possessed. Dash's legs push yours out of the way as she squeezes them together. The stretch lasts for a bit but it settles her down and you finally find some peace.

The world fades away but your subconscious pesters you, insisting that something's amiss. It was like knowing you lost something but not knowing what specifically is missing. You entertain the feeling for a bit until even that slips away. Nothing is left but warmth and that sweet, spicy aroma.

Why would the faucets leak in a five star resort?

Your brain protests but can't resist turning on to solve the problem. The covers rustle and a second slick hoof holds your arm, "Rainbow?" You croak.

Your finger leaves her mouth and she turns to face you. Even in the dark you can see her cheeks are flushed; locks of mane stick to her matted fur in wavy lines. Sweat permeates her cyan coat and glitters like a field of fireflies blinking against the evening sky. She licks her nose to get rid of a ticklish droplet—leaving it even more glittery in the orange light.

"Hey stud." She whispers.

You do your best to ignore the seldom used nickname, "Are you too hot?"

"Heh, probably."

On the very edges of her silhouette you swear you can see steam lit by a halo of light, wafting off her damp body in wispy curls. She is too hot. "Do you want me to turn off the—"

—smooch

Her kiss tastes as sweet as it feels, and it makes you want to drown in the sensation, "Why are you up so late?"

"I...should be asking you that."

Her eyes study your face, "I was thinking about you."

"Oh..."

Her hooves take hold of your hands, "I wasn't trying to wake you up, but...since you're up now...I think you could help." Her scratchy voice is even cuter when she whispers.

Your lethargic brain is doing a poor job of keeping up, "With what?" You mutter, eyes on the brink of shutting.

She bites her lip and lifts her leg with a squelch; clear juices span between her inner thighs and catch the light, making the quivering mare goo sparkle and glisten, "There's only so much my imagination can do."

No alarm or natural disaster could've woken you up as quickly as the sight that lay across from you and the dawning understanding of what you'd just unknowingly witnessed. Her wing is slowly unfurling from sheer anticipation and the furthest thing from your mind is the ungodly hour that this is taking place, "S-so you want to—"

"—Just lay back." A forehoof holds you against the pillow as she mounts you and meets your grin with a bigger one of her own.

Your trusty pistol was locked and loaded; it seemed to have a better understanding of the situation to begin with, "Do you need me to—"

She shushes you with her sticky forehoof and the pheromone-laden scent of her secretions put your mind in a haze, "Thanks but I just hoofed myself for the past hour, I think I'm good." She smirks, then leans back. Tassels of lubricant tease your member and cling to its surface until she's all but upon you.

The moment you touch her soft, hot flesh she groans so loudly you momentarily panic until you realize you have no neighbors to worry about. Even if you had reason to worry it would've been short lived because Dash's slick vulva bare down on your prostrate member as her legs clench around you and her clitoris pops out to tickle the underside of your very tip. The contact triggers her to start grinding as she tackles the overwhelming need to feel her mate's penis all over her marehood.

“Aaaagh...yeah!” She cries and lets out a sigh of relief.

Hands move to her damp thighs and help her stay rooted. The spice of her sweating body overwhelms you with its potency—even stronger than after a day at Wonderbolts practice. Her torso falls against yours, the hot room is made even hotter by her radiating presence. Twitchy wings jerk from excitement as you explore their base and you make the mistake of turning to look.

A hoof gently but firmly faces you back towards Dash’s muzzle, which predictably exacts its due attention. Her sweetness is much stronger than before and controlled kisses turn into raw licking as she discovers something seemingly crucial to survival. The more of her mouth you taste, the more of her taste you need to feel satisfied, and the more you surrender yourself to her encompassing drive.

Dash breaks with a smack and blasts you with her labored breathing. Saliva drips from her soaked muzzle onto your chin. She licks up her mess and gives you another sopping smooch before moving her already panting muzzle under your ear.

Hot pegasus sweat soaks your hands as you massage her withers and wingpits. Moisture from her lightly furred skin accumulates on your fingers and runs down the palm of your hand. Her wing pits were very porous and contained far more sweat glands than average; they needed to sweat profusely to cool off the pegasus’ toiling flight muscles in the calmer slipstream she created at high speed. The same moisture tickles your earlobe while her nose presses into your hair to draw in your scent. Heat, friction, and moisture from your enthusiastic mare effectively paralyze you with pleasure. Before your hands can massage up to her neck, forelegs snag them and pin them to the bed. A readjustment gives you a glimpse of Dash's desperate, glassy eyes and you know at once that you're both at the mercy of her estrus.

Warm tongue slides up the side of your neck and the pegasus moans, flexing and winking as if your taste itself was pleasant to her.

Furry hips slide erratically beneath a pinned back chromatic tail and fill the room with the sound of a well lubricated crotch being lubricated further. Dash winks mid-hump and you feel her muscled button smear more fluid across your spongy underside. She catches her breath and legs shake as she loses her strength.

She goes limp against you; hips move at a shallower angle to slide her clitoris on your shaft. Jerky cyan legs splay out beside you as she roughly pulls back her clitoral hood on your member to expose her most nerve-dense region to yours. The long fur of her pubic area alternates between sticking to her lips and your slicked shaft, the ticklish sensation complements the silky feel of her naked skin as well as the errant tail fibers that graze your legs with every thrust.

Everything about her is incredible; not only the fact of who she was and what she was doing to you, but also the thought that she'd brought you out to this secluded spot so she could continue to do what she was currently doing as much as she wanted.

“Aaagh!”

You reach out and pull her drooling lips into a kiss but she doesn't slow. Her leaking genitals grinding against yours is quickly becoming too much to take but you don't fear release. The flagrant rubbing coaxes a tingle from your pelvis...then a longer one.

Damp mane tickles your face and you feel her wet, fuzzy lips readjust as she hooks your neck to drive her tongue inside your mouth. That was the last straw that nudges you over the smooth crest of climax.

In the very next moment Dash adjusts her hips and takes you to the hilt in one slick motion. Her swollen vulva feel like two hot and doughy pillows that eagerly fill around your form to suck you in like the long lost piece to her puzzle. The gentle hill quickly becomes a rocky precipice that engulfs you in violent descent.

Your mare feels your cry of joy around her slick tongue and she presses against you even harder. Teeth touch and her orgasm develops—a positive feedback loop of squeezes and tugs that got exponentially more intense with each failed attempt to close up around your hard intrusion. Her depths get flooded with the gift she'd asked for and her hooves hold your arms above your head while she pushes you along with her kiss and pulls you along with her clenching glutes and canal. Every bit of her, from the texture of her innards and the taste buds on her tongue to the sweet aroma of her breath becomes more defined as your bodies do the utmost to make each other feel more incredible.

Her space is filled and excess squeezes out to run down your twitching scrotum. The wet pop of an air bubble being displaced by your load signals the end of the finale.

Dash lets you breathe and you take advantage of it, “*gasp…Oh Rainbow!’’

She snickers as she recovers from the sensation of your still throbbing addition to her anatomy, “Heh, thought you might like that.” Her hips circle idly on yours and her tongue cleans her lips. Her cheeks are rosy as she reaches down to draw some pasty wetness from the base of your rooted member past her puffy mound. Her hoof tip smears your escaped product in a glossy, matted line between her teats but her ardent gaze never leaves yours.

Dear Celestia...

Chests draw heavy breaths against one another and her fore hooves lay comfortably on your shoulders, "So...*huff...did I help?"

White teeth framed in a cocky grin is enough of an answer, "Eh, you sorta just sat there and let me get us off."

"Hey now that's your fault. You look better now at least." The realization was directed towards yourself, but she responds.

"Well you see...the uh, the jizz...helps." You peek down at her and you catch her staring at you with dilated irises, tucked ears, and the most flustered look you’ve seen since you’d caught her digging through your hamper last Tuesday.

"Really?"

She nods.

"How does that even work?"

Dash shrugs, and her embarrassment returns in the absence of a ravenous libido, "I dunno. It feels like it sorta...s-soaks in and makes the tingling stop."

"That is cool." You poke her nose but her smiling eyes never leave yours.

"Pffft! I thought it's hot but I guess it's just cuz I have all this fur."

A cheesy grin grows on her face while you unravel her multi-layered joke. She giggles when you give her a disappointed look, "You know, if you crack another horrible pun the next time we rut I might just call it quits and go home."

She snickers, "You wouldn't make it past the door."

"No?"

"Heheheh..." She nuzzles your nose and chases your lips, "...I'm gonna hide all your clothes."

"You wouldn't dare—mmm..." Her kiss catches up.

"Heh, would too!" She pushes off your chest and sits up; her tail pulls away from your sloppy connection.

"But I'd freeze without them."

"Then I guess you'll just have to-ngh!" A squelch and tremor interrupts her as she starts to move, "...stay close to me."

She leans back and braces a hoof on your belly. Hips rock back and forth to test the position, and you feel your head push past some distinctly fatter wrinkles a few inches in. It seems as if it didn't quite help enough.

“Aahaagh!”

Her pink clitoris pushes out to tell you she found what she was looking for. Your injection may have numbed her symptoms for the time being, but there were many forces at play not all of which were so easily tamed.

Cyan colors flick across your legs as your pegasus begins to ride you with all her might. Pasty white cum coats her lips as it leaks down your shaft in long, milky trails—its pallor diluted by her her own clear fluid. The living lubrication make the more aggressive angle she’s taking you at nearly effortless and very loud.

Though you were still a bit numb, the pleasureful grunts and moans of your partner made you realize how much of sex was mental. You very quickly find yourself thrusting up to meet Dash’s pelvis; the reward of seeing her open mouthed grin of satisfaction was so great that you don’t realize the feeling isn’t coming from your crotch.

Dash on the other hand, has more than enough stamina to keep herself entertained. Her normally random winking patterns started to coincide with every thrust, and each time she forces you past her thick wrinkles she grits her teeth a little bit harder. Her powerful hind legs lock her in place on your midsection and despite her being half your weight, she completely immobilizes you.

At first take, you were surprised at how submissive the competitive, type-A pegasus could be. In the first dozen times you were intimate she never once tried to take the lead, except sometimes to initiate; when she finally did show some boldness, she wasn’t exactly sure what to do and ended up feeling more embarrassed than empowered. The only reason she’d tried since is because she trusted you enough to admit she was uncertain, and she knew you passed no judgement if her tepidness and inexperience showed. You never expected it coming from the natural leader, but you held those moments close to your heart and did your best to facilitate her impetus when it arose. Much like it was doing now.

Her movements become more deliberate and you feel muscles throbbing behind her g-spot as you grind past them. By now you’d gotten back most of your sensation, and you were thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her exceedingly moist hole.

Dash leans back and plants her forehooves beside your legs as she gets closer to the finish line. Her pelvis curls into yours at the perfect angle to get the job done. The toned musculature of her abdomen flexes naturally with the movement and keeps her belly taunt above her bulging teats. The small mounds giggle with each hump; pinpricks of glistening sweat pierce her sea of fur and accentuate her hard, hairless nipples. You sense you’re being watched and look over to see her looking at you past locks of sweaty orange hair; she’s putting on this show for you.

You show your appreciation by groping a handful of damp teat; despite their petiteness, they’re the perfect consistency, and you much prefer them where they’re at. A nipple tweak coincides with a powerful shudder from the pegasus.

“Gaaah! Don’t move!”

Her downward thrusts get more precise as she uses your rock hard chisel to rub against the short region a few inches in. From this position it looks like her semen-coated clitoris is begging for your attention. You can’t resist.

You pop your index finger in your mouth before guiding towards her nethers. Dash watches it with folded ears and flexes extra hard to bare her nub for your touch.

“Ngaaah!”

Gently circling the creamy pearl gets the reaction you’re looking for. Delicate movements suddenly stop and she sits down hard. Wings stretch and pulse as her feathers ripple with the premonition of release; it occurs to you that you can hear her feathers sliding apart from each other in the absence of her labored breathing.

Then, she cums.

Her tunnel contracts as if feeling you for the first time, and if she squirted it was impossible to tell amidst the plethora of juices she'd been oozing thus far. You can't help but feel a little guilty at not being able to reward her uncontrollable milking a second time, but only a bit, the added lucidity made it easier to keep her going for longer.

You know she's finished when her hooves release their death grip on you. Two fiery pink eyes look down at you and she slurps before she drools again.

Wow…Your partner stays still on top of you. The layer of musk she’d rubbed around glows orange in the firelight. She focuses on catching her breath and leaves you to gawk at the erotic art she'd become. Winks keep your eyes glued to an incredibly beautiful part of her anatomy, “That was…hot.”

The prismatic pegasus chuckles back to life, leaning forward, she collapses into your waiting arms. She feels like a furry heating pad that’d just gotten out of the shower; it makes you hold her tighter, “Heheh…*huff…that’s why it’s called heat…*huff.”

A droplet of sweat tickles her nose and you lick it off for her. Salty.

She continues to catch her breath and in the silence you start to realize just how spent she was. Not a single muscle on her body did anything to support her weight. Long strands of her mane stick to beads of sweat on your own face. You swipe away the ticklish ones and leave the rest.

You were still a bit worked up, but if your mare was calm then you didn’t want to stir things up again. With your bedmate satiated, sleep becomes your main drive. Dash, and the puddle of love slowly spreading out from you are the only things on your mind as you close your eyes. You hold onto her petite frame and pull up the blankets around you, trapping your mate and her precious humidity in with you. You tuck your face into her mane and sigh; her pungent coital smells made it a bit stuffy. This is perfect.

Being chest-to-chest with an excessively sweaty, smelly, affectionate mare was much more relaxing than you expected it to be. Once you got over the immediate discomfort of soaking your sheets in more ways than one, it was thoroughly enjoyable. Almost like a sauna...of pegasus.

The furry lump on top of your chest stirs, "Hey Anon?" Her winking resumes with vigor and you notice her wings are still suspending the sheets, "You up for round two?"

You peek down at her. How does she not look tired?

She closes her hind legs, grinding them together in an effort to curb the returning tingle. It also squeezes you roughly against her cushy walls.

This heat’s going to be a little bit more work than you thought it’d be.

Lazy dust floats through the beams of sunlight piercing the curtains; songbirds chirp in chorus with a lone mourning dove and melting snow patters onto the patio outside your door.

“Mmmm…” Dash’s lethargic groan fits in with the music of a sunny winter morning.

You lay in each other’s grasp, turned inwards, her sticky, spit stained muzzle resting alongside your nose, your legs positioned to hold your hips together. Bedsheets strew around you in a mangled, wet mess, complimenting your bed mate’s equally unruly mane and tail.

Matted cyan fur fills between your fingers as you grasp her close, a layer of dried sweat helps your wandering hands form lasting impressions in her hair.

“Mmmh…” She moans quietly.

You find the strength to kiss her hot cheek.

Orgasm after incredible orgasm left your minds reeling with dopamine release; time melded together into one savory but indistinct memory that struggles to get filed properly amidst the sea of endorphins saturating your brain. You feel her muscles strain at the bottom of her canal; her hooves squeeze you harder and lets out a very guttural groan.

'One more round' evolved into a night’s worth of trading climaxes back and forth, chasing the elusive sensation of calm your ejaculate carried. It created a vicious cycle that teased her with empty promise of relief, prompting further desperate efforts.

Being buried in her body for the better part of the night had taught you some things as well; mainly it’d given you a new appreciation for her complexity. You'd come to understand the distinct locations that set her off; starting from her wings, down to her pearl, then in towards her g-spot, and finally the very bottom of her tunnel; the more superficial they were, the more fleeting the bliss, but the easier to work up to.

Exhaustion had forced you to abandon the laboring task of thrusting, opting instead to slowly grind. It was because of this laziness that you'd discovered the last of her possible tip offs—one which you expected to go off again any moment now.

The athlete’s exhausted wing stretches back to full span despite her muscles being completely spent. The appendage twitches as you hold onto it for leverage. The bottom of her canal lacked the nerve density to benefit from friction, but pressure and kisses seemed to get the job done.

The preeminent pulses at the bottom of her hole spread farther in rather than closer to her entrance. The narrow, firm ring of her cervix puckers against your tip, and her abs clench as if rocked by laughter.

“Haaah…”

She curls into you as the contraction knocks the wind out of her. You squeeze her tighter and strain to push into her deeper as her cervix becomes more active. Her clitoris stops winking and remains exposed as the very end of her tunnel collapses around your spongy glans.

Her abs shudder.

“Atta girl...almost there.” You breathe into her open maw.

The pegasus grips you tightly as her brain tries to sweep away her senses. Her deep contractions pick up pace and she whimpers as her whole body starts to tremble. Finally, she catches her breath; you push her hips into yours by the scruff of her rump and mimic the grinding motion you know she would do if she had the strength.

“Nh!”

In an instant her whole canal pulses with one long contraction, filling the calm room with the sounds of slick undulation. The sheets stretch under her hooves as pure ecstasy spreads throughout her belly. Her cervix dilates, knowing from experience that it can trust you with an exposed womb.

The breathless pegasus struggles stay open, waiting for you to put an end to her torture by taking advantage of the rarely achieved breeding geometry. Luckily, she doesn’t have to wait long. A short reflection on your situation coaxes out the last of a few stubborn loads. The feelling forces you deeper, and Dash’s engorged vulva, having already swallowed your complete length, mush like heated marshmallows against your crotch.

The world around you distorts, colors become more vibrant, scents become richer, and your mare feels like an angel granting you a glimpse of heaven. You plug her hole just in time to spill your small donation of watery seed over the doorway to her womb which flexes with renewed strength after receiving your reward. The feeling of your ticklish finale crawling down the wall of her sex organ sustains her own and you both ride the waves of bliss far past previous boundaries. You find a breath somewhere in-between spasms and pull her tighter; the empty contractions served no purpose other than to bring you pleasure. Pituitary glands inundate your blood streams with their last reserves of endorphins in a desperate measure to finally satiate your unnaturally powerful desire to mate.

It's conclusion comes with a healthy dose of relief; the room stops spinning and you find yourself able to take a much needed breath.

Dash’s droopy eyelids stay out of the way enough for her dilated magenta irises to thank you. Her quest was finally over, the stars had aligned to allow you to conquer the world-class athlete's estrus-laden libido. You can’t help but feel proud. It’s a feat to do that when she’s not in heat.

You watch with amusement as her expression changes almost imperceptibly. The mixture of chemicals and proteins you’d given her permeate through her walls and seep into her bloodstream—spreading a fulfilling warmth from her abdomen out through the rest of her.

Obviously high off the feeling, she cracks a grin and giggles at you. It was almost like life was rewarding her for taking the risk of loving something so different.

“Heheh! I can’t feel my hooooves.” Dash slurs while wiggling her hind legs.

Her mischievous, happy smile is contagious, “You have no one but yourself to blame.”

“Nooo silly…it’s cuz of you.” She pushes on you playfully before hugging you tighter and licking your neck.

She is out of it. “I don’t know. This heat stuff is a bit suspicious-pthp!” You pull away from her wandering tongue and free your lips to speak, “For all I know you could be making all this up just to make me sorry for you.”

Her smile grows, “Aww nooo you foiled my plans!” She stretches and yawns before snapping her head back and bonking your head, “Oof! Sorry.” She atones with an equally uncoordinated kiss.

You rub her forehead and she smiles contently, “Even if you are I guess I’m ok with that.”

“Hehehe, good. Cuz otherwise I’ll have to kidnap you.”

“Oh...”

She hums into your chest and hugs you, “Hey, Anon?”

“Yeah.”

“I gotta pee.”

“…Ok.”

“Bad.”

“Are you sure it’s not—“

“—I know what having to pee feels like."

“So…maybe you should head to the bathroom?”

She blinks as she tries to focus on you. Her cheeks are flushed, but you can’t tell if its from embarrassment or exercise, “I’m not sure if I can walk.” She smirks.

Oh. The implications are apparent.

“It’s your fault ya know.”

You sigh at the giggling mare, “Alright.”

You slowly pull out of her for the first time since you’d woken up almost five hours ago. The relatively cool air grabs your attention as you leave the protection of her warmth and you share a blush as the incredible mess briefly takes the spotlight.

Dash was less than thrilled with the change but still manages to giggle when you clutch her to your chest and make your way to the facilities. Your legs are actually shaky. Is this what she feels too?

The mare watches the scenery go by until you set her down on the toilet, pulling her tail out of the way beforehand. The moment you stop supporting her she starts tipping over. Wings half flare and hooves paw at the wall but it’s too far away for her to catch herself. You rush back and catch her just in time and she flashes an apologetic smile, “Heh, thanks.”

You stabilize her and leave again, but just as you close the door you hear a crash. Rushing back in you see Dash prostrate on the floor, struggling to get up, “Oh Dash! I’m so sorry!”

She rubs her chin and grunts, “Nah, it’s my fault.” Slowly you pick her up and replace her, rubbing her chin out of concern. She really is numb.

Timid eyes find yours, “Maybe…” her voice wavers, “…you could h-hold my hoof?” She looks up and winces as if expecting dismissal.

The suggestion catches you off-guard, but it's far from off-putting. It was quite obvious she was extending the bounds of her trust and you weren't about to turn that away, “Um, sure.”

You take hold of her hoof. The bathroom was too open to really give her any privacy and she keeps her eyes on you to make sure you weren’t having any second guesses, “Go ahead.” You nod and stare at the wall. Her hoof pulls on you momentarily while she catches her balance. You squeeze it harder for reassurance. After a few seconds you hear a weak trickle, then nothing.

“Wow, you made me get out of bed for that?” You try and lighten the mood.

She snorts, “Heh, just gimme a sec.” The joke did its job of relaxing her and she manages to relieve herself without any further hiccups. When she’s finished you break off a few squares of toilet paper and hold them out. A second invisible hoof snags them and the toilet flushes.

You take that as your cue to pick her back up and carry her to the sink. After washing your hands and hooves you collapse back on the bed.

“Thanks.”

Dash’s fiery red cheeks were starting to cool, but you rewarm them with a peck of affection, “Anytime, Dash.”

At any other time you’d feel unworthy and out of your league. But such thoughts were forbidden now that you realized how much it hurt her to think them. Instead, you channeled that into guilt; guilt that you were far too jealous to share any of your precious mare with the rest of the world.

She settles down and you smile, “So…is it ok if I get some sleep now?”

“Heh, I told ya that like hours ago.”

“Yeah, but I would’ve missed out on staying up and watching you make faces at me.”

She catches your smile, “What faces?”

“The ones where you go like…” You proceed to make your best impression of her sex face by crossing your eyes and hanging your tongue out of the corner of your mouth.

“Hehe quit it…I don’t look like that!” She bats weakly at you with a fore hoof.

You kiss her nose to steal her thunder, she snorts and smirks, “No, you look better than that…you cutie.”

“Nooo-mmm not a cute.” She slurs as she playfully avoids further attempts to kiss her nose. She finally lets you land one and you relax back into the pillow, fingers clear some yellow hair from her brow.

Her eyes linger longingly on yours, “You make funny faces too, kinda like you got an ice cream headache or something.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I kinda like ‘em.”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

She looks like she wasn’t expecting that question, “Cuz I…I don’t know. It’s just fun to make you…f-feel that.” She gulps and scratches her chest nervously.

“You know what?” She peeks up at you and perks an ear, “I think I’m not the only one who reads romance novels.”

“Anooon!” She blushes and tries to hit your shoulder but she couldn’t bring herself to violence against you even if it was just play. Her shaky hoof looks like its fighting her and eventually rests gently on your arm, “I don’t read mushy books.” She pouts.

You take hold of her hoof and kiss it, “I know. That’s what makes it all the more special because it came from here.” You poke her chest and she looks innocently at you for a moment until she gets it.

Her eyes widen and her ears fold submissively. Her upper lip quakes a she starts to tear up; you pull her into a hug—hiding her face in your neck so she didn’t have to injure her reputation any further.

“And for the record you are a cute.”

She clings tightly to you for a few tender minutes, taking solace in the beating of your heart and the warmth of your skin. It was satisfaction enough just to feel each other alive. She felt more comfortable knowing you couldn’t see her emotions, even if was obvious what was happening.

Birds continue to chirp and your lungs take long, relaxed draws from the sweet, musty air. Finally Dash feels brave enough to leave her hiding spot. Her puffy eyes avoid yours and she sniffles.

“Sit tight, I’m going to make us some breakfast.” You leave her with a kiss on the brow; Dash’s feather pendant gets replaced around your neck.

“You’re gonna leave?” She asks, her expression heartbroken.

You hold her hoof and meet her eye level, “Hey, it’s alright...I’m just headed to the kitchen for a few minutes, promise.”

Her eyes shift around and her hind legs kick a bit. She realizes she’s still paralyzed, “Promise?”

It sounded like a bit of a childish concern, but at the moment, it didn't seem that way to her, “Of course. I’ll spend the rest of the day with you, never leave your side.”

That seems to do the trick and she lets you go; her eyes follow you until you’re out the door.

Fresh air sobers you up as you set up the kitchen. The room was bigger than you initially thought, and the attached kitchen was bigger than your own. You knew what you wanted to make, but finding all the ingredients takes some time. Locating the proper cookware takes even longer.

Suddenly, you hear a thud in the hallway. A moment later uncoordinated hoof steps grow in pace, “Anon hold on! Wait!” The voice bellowing down the hall actually startles you.

You freeze where you’re at as the clopping monster hones in. A mangy pegasus barrels around the corner but trips up when she sees you. Dash sprawls on the ground as her legs give out—carried across the hardwood floor by her own momentum. After a dozen feet her sticky belly fur drags her to a screeching halt.

“Don’t open the fridge!”

“Huh?”

She makes no effort to move, her legs remain spread-eagle, “Don’t open it!”

“But I need to get some milk for the—“

“—No! We don’t need it.”

“Why?”

She looks away trying to mask the truth, “Just. Trust me on this.”

Any other time you'd argue but right now you're too tired to care. “If you say so.” You toss your hands up in surrender before walking over and picking her up. She feels like a rag doll, “Let’s get you back to the…” She grips tighter and shoots you a panicked look. Geez, you’d think you were about to return her to an orphanage or something.

“Alright, just keep your tail off the counter.”

Her muscles relax and smiles contently, “Heh, I’ll try.”

You finish making breakfast with the pegasus clinging to your chest. She wasn’t as light as she seemed after ten minutes standing, but it was welcome exercise.

The meal was a bit bland without any of the fresh goods you planned to serve, but seeing as how Dash tensed up every time you walked past the refrigerator for whatever reason you figure the trade off is worth it. She sat on your lap the whole time and made up for it with witty conversation.

You finish and head straight for the bathroom for a shower. After last night you feared Dash would leave puddles everywhere she sat but luckily that wasn’t the case.

The walk-in shower was in a corner surrounded by glass. There wasn’t much privacy, but there wasn’t much needed.

The pegasus takes two full towels to dry off and you take one; you still leave the room dryer than her.

From there you finish up some chores that needed to be done; she replaces the sheets while you arrange the closet. A half-hour later you collapse on the bed and fish for the note you left on your nightstand. Dash sits next to you—towering over you as you read.

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 times.

1. Keep windows/doors shut when not in use.
2. Supervise use of cookware and facilities.
3. Do not change heater settings, activate a fireplace if you would like more heat.
4. Do not move furniture.
5. Do not abuse furniture.
6. Do not tamper with janitor rooms or equipment.
7. Do not attach things to fans.
8. Place trash in approved trash bins to avoid run-ins with dangerous wildlife.
9. Hike on marked trails only and avoid signs that warn no entry.
10. Please do not rummage through employee facilities.

Following these rules with ensure a more satisfying stay with us, we thank you for your understanding and cooperation. If you have any additional questions you can contact our support technician, Curry Hotpot; his contact info is located on the telegramaphone in the lobby.

Additionally, we would like to inform you that you will be joined by a couple on Wednesday the 21st. They are platinum members who insisted on booking this week. We apologize for any inconveniences this may cause.

Sincerely, The Management

“Hey Dash it says here that there’s some more ponies coming this week.”

The mare had since gotten bored and laid down at the foot of the bed to play with your toes, but upon hearing the news she jerks, “What!”

“Yeah, some couple that ‘insisted on booking this week because they’re platinum members.’” You recant in a posh Canterlot accent.

“Why those...grrrrr! They said we had the whole thing to ourselves!” She fumes with her hooves around your foot—still fiddling with your toes. What’s so interesting about your digits?

You wiggle them against her frog to snag her attention, “Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure they’ll want space too. They’ll probably stay at the opposite end of the building.”

She sighs, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Her head thumps on the mattress, “But that means we can’t do the twenty rooms a day challenge.”

“What’s that?”

“Oh it’s nothing, just some stupid thing Fleet told me about. You gotta go around and rut in twenty different rooms each day and you win...or something.” She waves her hoof dramatically for emphasis.

Only twenty rooms per day? Only twenty rooms...what did you get yourself into? “Well, does it count if you do it twenty times in one room?”

Her eyes squint at the ceiling in concentration as she lays back down to pull your foot into her furry side, “Hmmm...nah it’s gotta be different rooms. It totally wouldn’t be that hard and it’d take like, three hours tops.”

You take a deep breath, “Dash, that’s kinda tough. You saw what last night did to you.”

“Pffft! That was longer and besides, I’m already feeling better. Just give me another hour and I’ll be able to go until dinner.”

You stare blankly at her as she stares at her hoof tracing your foot. After a few incredulous seconds she cracks a smirk and glances at you, “I’m kidding you oaf!”

Your laugh sounds more nervous than you intended, but either way you’re somewhat relieved...you’re not sure the general downstairs can handle another campaign at the moment.

“Obviously we’d have to break for lunch.”

“Huh?”

“Oh I know! We should go look through all the employee rooms and learn their secrets!”

You check the note again, “It says not to.”

Her smile grows.

Other than deliberately breaking the rules for several hours the rest of the day goes by uneventfully. You’d given her a piggyback ride the whole morning until she could walk, and now she was showing her gratitude by giving you a back massage as you lounge about digesting a late lunch.

“I had no idea this place was so big.” Dash quips.

“That’s why I don’t think we’ve got anything to worry about with the other ponies staying. We probably won’t even see them.”

“I know but it just won’t feel the same.”

“You mean now you'll have to double check before jumping me.”

“Heheh, yeah.”

Her hooves dig in between your shoulder blades, “Ahh perfect.”

“Right here?” She clarifies with a hoof.

You nod and she focuses her attention on the area, “That Wonderbolt’s poster in the rec room was pretty cool, you’re like their photo girl now.”

“Yeah it is pretty awesome. It’s kinda annoying that they always pull me out of training to take pictures and stuff; I don’t know why they always pick on me Fire Streak’s the show off.”

You know why. “Do they make you put on make up?” You jibe.

“Ha! They try but the most they can make me wear is that blue lip paint.”

“Lipstick?”

“Whatever. Besides, it so ridiculous! We’re supposed to be Equestria’s best who fly straight into danger. How are we supposed to do that if we spend an hour in front of the mirror making ourselves look like clowns!”

“Well I see you have a strong opinion on this.”

“It’s just dumb I can’t believe stallions like that.”

“I like your face fuzzy and pretty. Makeup would just ruin that.” She stays silent, “Though I have to admit the lipstick on the note you wrote was kinda nice.”

"You tricked me into that!" You're guilty so you can't deny it.

“Yeah, but it makes a cool memento.”

She continues massaging out your back in silence. Her hooves weren’t as bad as you first anticipated. The edges felt great pushing up your neck and shoulders, and she brought out her soft frogs for more painful knots. She finishes and sits back in the small of your back.

“What do you think about hitting one of the other pools?”

“I think we should take a nap after getting like three hours of sleep last night.”

“What? How can you be tired?”

“Uhh…is that a serious question?”

Dash just stares at you. Obviously it is, “Alright fine let me find my trunks.”

“No.”

“No?”

She shakes her head, “No clothes.”

“Why not?”

“Cuz it’s vacation! You’re always saying you wear them because you feel uncomfortable around other ponies, and now there’s no other ponies.”

She’s got you there, “They’re also for warmth, like fur.”

“You have fur.” She plucks at a leg hair to be annoying.

“Ow!”

“No more excuses come on!”

“But—"

“—Come on let’s go!”

Somehow she has enough energy to be out the door before you find your feet. You did squarely loose that argument, though you weren't sure how, and you didn't want to find out what would happen if you followed her in anything but your birthday suit.

With a grumble you scurry outside, bare feet slapping the cobblestone walkway with more purpose than you internalized. Nothing but silent scenery greets you; despite the uncomfortable climate you pause to see if she'd submerged in one of the pools.

*Thwack!

Cold chills pierce your thin facade of manliness as your naked belly catches a snowball. The reaction is delayed, it takes a few seconds to realize what'd happened and another to take a deep breath. "Aaaaaaaaah!"

Dash peeks out from the corner of the building but tucks back when you finish your death cry. You clutch your red stomach and fight off the chills. "Oh your plot is mine now you pesky bird pony!"

Just enough of her smirking muzzle sticks out to taunt you, "Tell me something I don't know!"

"You little—" She breaks cover and tosses another snowball which you narrowly avoid.

Laughter teases you until she slips on some ice loosing her footing and more importantly valuable distance. Panicked eyes look up to see you barreling towards her and her flight response kicks in just in time for you to tackle her out of the air and carry her ten feet into the deep end of the pool. Both bodies splash down in refreshingly hot water but she kicks free and starts doggy paddling to the side in hopes of escape. Luckily, you had a distinct advantage in the water and pull her back by the tail just as her hoof tips grasp at the ledge.

Much to your surprise she completely freezes when you give her a gentle pull and floats backwards on the water, her features frozen in what can only be godly fear. The suspended mare looks more like a puddle of feathers and hair in the water as she slowly spins around from the momentum of your tug. Wide eyes greet yours but her expression isn't quite fear, which is fitting. You're a merciful creature.

She stares awkwardly at your disappointing gaze until a ticklish drop forces her to squint and snort. Her eyes open back up and she grows a genuine smile. "Hey!"

No amount of transgression could prevent your countenance from changing in response to that innocent smile. A chuckle escapes you as you boop her nose to halt her movement, "You're gonna get what's coming to you once you stop acting so cute."

Her brow furrows and she opens her mouth.

"—Ah! Don't you dare." She closes her mouth and paddles over to the submerged ledge you move to. "So...what else is on your mind besides giving me hypothermia."

She snickers and slides over, her wing hugs your back in a protective gesture she remained unaware of. "Well, I guess I was thinking about the last time we were in the pool."

Her smile tells you she's just fishing for a reaction.

You hide your grin, "What else?" Her eyes briefly look up to think, "Aside from sex—"

"—Last night!...Oh, ummm."

You snort and ruffle her wet mane after a few seconds of blank contemplation, "Hey I don't blame you, last night was pretty fun."

With the topic now a go she jumps back in quite enthusiastically, "It was awesome! I never knew I could finish like twenty times in a row! And my legs were-hehe, all jellowy afterwards!" She grins and lays back against the poolside as she relishes the recent memory.

"Huh, sounds like your partner's a helluva guy."

"Oh you have no idea. It's like when you finally get to scratch at that really bad itch and you just scratch and scratch and scratch until it's sore." She sighs with a soft smile and droopy eyes, only then does she check your inflated ego with a shoulder jab.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to make you sore!" You offer worriedly.

She panics and offers a corrected statement, "Oh no no no it's a good sore! Believe me! No reason you shouldn't uh...keep it up." She blushes a bit at the inevitable eye contact.

"Well, if you say so. I suppose it's not too much of a chore."

"Heh! That's what I thought!"

You lay you arm behind her and enjoy the comfort of her simple company while studying the scenery.

“We always used to stretch in sauna after a rough show.” Dash explains as she stretches out her leg along the shelf beside you.

Your hands fight her hooves for a bit as you take over massaging her leg, “I always thought those things were refreshing.”

“Ahhh…” she sighs, “...yeah. Hey I think this place has one!”

“Really?”

She cranes her head around, “Yeah right over there!”

You follow her hoof, “Oh sure enough. Do you think it’s working?”

“It should be. All their other resorts have one somewhere so I figured this place would have one too.”

“That’s some pretty average figuring, you’d make a pretty average detective.”

The smart ass comment gets you splashed in the face, but you keep massaging her leg. You were no expert but you were experienced; not to mention just about anything you did felt amazing to the pegasus simply because you had hands instead of hooves, “If you want me to go easier let me know.”

“Nah it’s good.” She grunts.

“Don’t you have a masseuse for your team?”

“Well, sorta. The physical therapist takes appointments but if I’m sore I usually just go workout again to flush out the lactic acid.”

That’s hardcore. She grits her teeth again as you knead your way up her thigh, “You should probably think about booking with the therapist.”

“The rest of the team does, its just…”

“Just what?”

She peeks at you, “They get all touchy with their hooves.”

“Haha! That’s their job!”

“I know it’s just that I don’t want them touching my hooves and stuff...and those places always smell like lotion and fruity junk.”

You nod, “Well, you’ve got your own masseuse here if you ever need one.” You pick up her leg and pull it farther up your lap to massage its backside, “I’ll give you a discount too.”

She cracks a smirk, “Oh you mean I gotta pay you?”

“Of course.” You suppress your reactionary smile.

“How much are you going to charge me?” She teases.

“Hmm, I’d imagine my hands would make me more marketable. I’d say at least three and a half kisses per minute, for starters.”

Dash launches into you and fills your vision with her muzzle. Her kiss is modest but not reserved. The sticky texture of her warm lips tells you she's licked them in preparation, and it tickles a bit as they peel away. You meet her eyes just in time for the second smooch, and hold her gaze for the third, fourth, fifth, all the way until she’d finished a dozen or so kisses of varying length. You end much closer than you started—your chests rest against each other and her forelegs hang around your waist.

“Do you accept down payments?”

“S-sure.”

The mare snickers at your stutter, “Well come on I paid for some massages.”

“You know I’m not a vending machine that dishes out wingrubs and bellyrubs and...other rubs for kisses.” Despite your words you resume massaging her strong leg.

Her hoof hooks around the back of your head and mashes your lips into hers. Your heart skips a beat from the sensation of her pointed muzzle so affectionately nibbling on your mouth. She pulls away with an exaggerated smack and licks her lips with a grin, “Sure Anon, keep telling yourself that.”

Dash flips herself around in your grasp, settling her gorgeous yet probably quite tender butt into your lap and laying back against you, wings opened lazily floating around on the soothing water.

Your hands find their way to her sides and waste no time climbing up and down her perfect lithe frame, listening to her coo contently as you work out the soreness, numbness and rubberbandiness of her limbs when you venture along them.

Her head comes to rest under your chin and you can help but angle your nose down into it. Cheeks framed on either side by adorable fluffy blue ears; you get to work massaging her forelegs with nimble hands. They start in her leg pits and squeeze their way down to her petite hooves. You can’t help but give the tender frogs a little tickle before starting over. Dash snorts and pushes harder into your chest, her head arches back to ask for more attention and you playfully nibble on her ear.

“Heheh.” She pulls away once you’ve got it snugly between your teeth, enjoying the sensation of the lite bite stretching out her surprisingly sensitive cartilage. You let her go but she immediately leans back in to perk her ear against your lips, when you don’t bite she leans back further to press her objective. You take the bait.

It was a bit weird but it was something new she seemed to enjoy so you accept the fuzzy donation and softly gnaw on the root of her flexed fold. You hear a quiet grunt so you do it again before abating. For all the fur she had you were surprised how little of it fell out; in all your ventures you could count the errant hairs that got on your tongue on one hand. She said it’d get worse during molting, but for now she almost seemed hypoallergenic.

Her damp ear flicks against your cheek as she silently asks for more nibbles, you entertain her request by moving to the neglected ear and teasing at its base. Your nose pushes into her scalp as your lips dig into the crevice you normally scratch with your finger. It earns the usual huffs and grunts from her, but only when you bite her fur and gently tug does she physically shift into the sensation.

The tranquilizing petrichor of her wet mane fills your senses as you take deep breaths against her hot fur. You swirl your tongue around the area you just nibbled on before moving farther up the base of her ear. Her hair was a bit longer there as it was near her hoof ends and leg pits, and it made it easier to exercise the dormant nerves just underneath the surface of her skin. You take your time enjoying the task and when you’re finished you stop where you’re at to knead her muscular breast.

“Anon can you…” She flicks her spoiled ear into your cheek with an audible thwack. You get the message and continue nibbling. This time your focus shifts to massaging the thick juts of muscle on either side of her sternum.

The pegasus lays sprawled out in a tangled mess made possible only through the gravity-negating effects of the water. You feel a bit of movement and peek over her brow to see her hind leg kicking weakly. You pull her tighter to your chest a continue your gentle ministrations; she must’ve felt your smile around her scalp because she pipes up, “Don’t even think about saying it.” She mutters amid a plethora of soothing sensations.

You spit out her ear and smack your dry mouth, “Say what?”

“That I’m cute, or whatever.”

For some reason the snarky Dash-ism snaps you out of your haze and hits you with a ton of emotions. You press your cheek into her head and nuzzle into her matted ear crevice, “I wasn’t going to say that.” You whisper as you hug her tighter.

She catches her breath to keep her lungs from collapsing and throws her head back in protest of her interrupted attention. You relent and she exhales, she grinds her limp ear against your face, “Can you do that t-thing again with this one, right there—”

“—I love you Rainbow Dash.”

She pauses first, then peeks at you. Her forelegs protrude limply above your bear hug grasp. You crane your head over to meet her gaze better, and when you do so she tucks her ears.

“I love everything about you, and I’m the luckiest guy in the world to snag you when I did.”

Now she blushes. Her eyes remain wide but don’t break contact, “I—*ahem!” Her voice cracks hard and she clears her throat. She takes the opportunity to reword her response, “M-me too!” She clears her throat again.

Despite being quite the showpony she wasn’t the smoothest romantic when put on the spot, but that made the confession all the more genuine and heart warming. You hum contently and nuzzle into the side of her face, “I know you love yourself too.”

She’s at a loss amidst the aggressive snuggling but slowly starts to gather her thoughts, “Anon, you idiot!” You interrupt her by pressing a kiss into her ear opening, making her twitch violently from the ticklish sensation, “That’s not what I meant!”

You nibble more on her ear hole for fun, her wings splash as she writhes away from the unbearably annoying feeling, “Oh? What did you mean?”

“Nice try Anon, you heard me the first time!”

“Maybe, but I want to hear it again.”

“Well...ngh! Too bad!” She wiggles away from more ticklish ear kisses.

You hold on tight, “Am I going to have to rut you until you wet the sheets again to get you to say it?”

“That’s not…” she bites her tongue but it’s too late.

“It’s not what? Were you going to say that didn’t happen? Because I can prove it to you, right here if you want—”

“—Nooo!” She smiles and tries to escape your ticklish fingers in her belly, “I was going to say that’s not how it works” She blurts. You stop teasing her and hold her where you can look into her eyes, “You have to wait for the right moment dummy.”

“Is that your romantic intuition is telling you?”

She blushes, “That’s just what...it’s just how it is.”

You smile, “Well when the next right moment comes up I’m holding you accountable.”

She squirms and giggles when you poke her chest. Finally content, you relax against the poolside and resume treating your pony’s overworked muscles.

“Hey Anon?”

“Hmm?

You feel her gulp and she takes a moment to respond, “Would you ever maybe sometime in the far future want to possibly uhh…have a foal?”

For a moment the only thing that fills your mind is the sound of gently rippling water and the strange feeling of Dash’s coarser tail hairs floating across your leg. Did she just…

Dash faces forward with her ears tucked, remaining completely limp against you as she anxiously tries to gauge your reaction without chancing a look back.

Dash wants to have a kid...with you? The pegasus on your chest had just opened herself up to a whole new level of commitment and you were at a loss on how to respond. Commitment was nothing new to her, she was committed to her friends, to the Wonderbolts, to you. But this on another level entirely. The flood of emotions running through you are almost indecipherable.

“I-if not then that’s cool too, I-I was just wondering—”

“—Yes!”

Her nervousness turn to excitement and she spins around, “You do?”

You look deep into her magenta eyes, “Rainbow, I would love for you to be the mother of my children.”

Her ears stare at you just as much as her eyes do. You can almost see her heart well up in her throat from excitement. Why is this so exciting? You never thought of being a parent as exciting!

“I-I mean, of course we’d have to get a new house and learn how to cook and, and I’d have to take some time off active status—”

“—Is that something that you’d want to do...with me, I mean?”

“Yeah! Of course! We're mates.” Her cheeks turn rosy, "I think you'd make an awesome dad."

She’s so confident in her response she manages to flatten your insecurities before they could form. An ear to ear grin grows on your face.

Dash’s smile grows to match yours. You never gave it much thought before now but you could start a family with her. You could start a family with Rainbow Dash. An elated laugh escapes your lungs.

No thought you could form could quantify the gratitude you feel towards her. This pegasus befriended you when you were alone and afraid, she stuck up for you like one of her own, she taught you how to laugh and love, she’d led you to see this place as your home, and now she was offering you a stake in it. A family.

You squeeze your mare close, cradling her head with utmost care and affection like she was the most precious thing in all of creation.

Because she is.

It was a bit surreal how far you’d come with your best friend, but at the same time it felt so right. You’d known your friendship was unique even in its infancy, and the progression towards romance was so easy and natural that in hindsight it was difficult to tell when you first began to openly love each other. And now, she’d given you further proof of the undying loyalty she’d confessed to you by the lakeside that night.

You can’t talk so you let the beat of your heart do it for you.

You both sit there for a minute as you slowly massage her neck; the soreness wasn’t a concern so much as the need to feel her and just know that she’s real.

You distinctly remember thinking a few weeks ago that there was no way you could feel more attached to her than you already did. You’d thought that several times in fact, and each time you were proven wrong.

As your adrenaline slows you get to think in greater detail, “I’d like to get settled into my job.”

“Yeah of course! I mean, it's not like I'm ready now.”

“Sure.”

“It'd be like...way in the future when I'm done performing and get promoted a lot more. But I do want to, with you.” Her tone is unwavering.

She stares at you until you smile, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I just never really saw you being interested in something like this. That’s not to say I’m surprised or anything I mean, you’d make a great mom.”

“Heh, it’s ok dude. I get what you’re saying. You’re the first one I’ve really talked to about this...except my mom.” She adds, “Honestly I never really thought I wanted a foal either, I’ve always just wanted to be a Wonderbolt. But now that I am one…”

“...The best one.” You add

She smirks, “Heheh, now that I’m the awesomest Wonderbolt I guess I realized that there’s more to life than that.”

“I know that feeling." You rub her shoulder with a thumb as you hold her.

“I guess I’m just saying that I never gave it much thought because I didn’t have a reason to.” Her hoof traces your chest and nudges her feather pendant, “I know it sounds weird but I started thinking about it after I showed you that trick by the lake.”

You quirk a brow, “Really? What part of the wingjob told you I would make a good father?”

She blushes a bit, “No! It wasn’t that!”

You throw your hands up in defense before resuming her massage.

“Though it was a pretty good wingjob...” She snaps out of her daydream, “After that, you know, after Zephyr. I kept thinking about how you stood up for me and how we kinda make a good team. Cuz I mean, it wasn't the first time something like that happened.”

She grunts as you knead her neck, delicately massaging up her spine to her scalp, “Yeah, I guess we kinda get along.”

“Heheh, just a bit.” You kiss her ear for emphasis, “It kinda surprised me when I started having dreams about us...together. It wasn’t long after that I started thinking about what a family would be like.”

“Wow.” She really scoped you out.

“I-I mean it wasn’t like I was dreaming about breeding you against the wall while you pulled my wings...or anything.”

“Of course. I’m sure you had wholesome dreams.”

She gulps and nods, “But uhh...it was more like I felt open to being a mom after knowing you.”

“As long as we don’t go making any half pony half human things I think we should be good.”

She leans into your scratching finger, “Aw come on you’re not that ugly.”

“Hey!”

“Hahaha!”

“But in all seriousness I’m all for them inheriting your looks.”

Dash boops your nose, “Well, you’re nose is alright and your teeth are pretty cool.” She finishes by wiggling the edge of her hoof between your lips to pry at your canines.

"Pffft! Well I’m glad I have some redeeming qualities.”

Dash pushes her muzzle into your lips for a short kiss just to make sure you know she’s only teasing, “Our foal’s gonna be so awesome!”

You return the kiss, “Of course it’s going to be when you’re its mom.”

She tucks her ears and nuzzles your arm. Hands work down to massage the side of her face, “Jhus ghotta figur ouh how.” She manages with her cheeks smushed.

You work around her face to rub on the top of her muzzle, “I’m sure there’s some magical something or other that will make me compatible.”

“I know other couples have done it, I just never really wanted to know how.”

“My guess is a doctor puts a spell on my dick or something.”

“Or maybe you take a pill and rut me for like...days.”

“That sounds preferable.” The sensation of magic varied, but all of it felt pretty uncomfortable to you.

“Heheh, I hope it's that one.”

“Didn’t royalty used to marry to other races for treaties and stuff? Twilight might know something about it.”

“Eh, I’m pretty sure they cheated and used a donor which is not gonna happen.” The thought of it alone makes her squirm uncomfortably and she grips you tighter as her eyes dart around in the ensuing silence.

You lend some of your own strength to the squeeze, “Yeah.”

The cloud cover had descended and a light dusting of snow wafts silently across the landscape. You rely more on each other for warmth than you do the water.

“Dash, what if that’s the only way to do it?” She shifts to give you a perplexed look, “I mean, what if there’s no pill or spell or something? I am the only one of my kind you know.”

“What are you talking about dude?”

You sigh, “I just don’t know if I’m too different from you.”

She pauses to lend some serious thought to her response. Her eyes read your expression with the utmost care, even if her mind was made up she still had to console you, “Anon, listen. I’m not with you because I want to have foals, I’m with you because of you and your differences.” Her gaze falters but never fails, “I know foals are important to a lot of mares, but...I would’ve never even considered having one if it weren’t for you.” Her hoof hooks your neck; her expression is nothing but earnest, her voice is nothing but sure, “If we never have foals I’ll still be happy because you’re more than I can ask for already.”

Being the only human you know you’d come to consider yourself the definition of a man. From your toilet seat habits to your average, but improving build, you were a tough, independent and resourceful being. But right now, you realize how much of your self-image is a facade.

The colorful pegasus squeezing you tight, reassuring you, loving you, was what made you everything you considered yourself to be and more. You needed her more than you sometimes let on. A simple look had the power to break your heart or make it soar. Her playful banter could lighten up your day better than any weather manipulation, and her displays of loyalty and dedication made lasting impressions that would stick with you for the rest of your life.

A lone tear escapes the corner of your eye, adding insult to injury. You don’t know why that happened, you’re definitely not crying, you’re not even sad for pete’s sake!

Another one streams down your opposite cheek and you sniffle. Don’t do this in front of Dash!

But she doesn’t think any less of you, she doesn’t even look surprised. Her pretty face offers you a soft, supportive smile as she wipes away your tears with a forehoof.

She pulls your head into her wet chest and soothes you with her heartbeat. Tears disappear into her coat as you squeeze her like the last buoy afloat in the whole ocean.

“Besides, there’s no way I’m letting anypony else's gross jizz anywhere near me.”

The mood lightening comment does its job. You snort, “You didn’t seem to think it was gross last night?”

She doesn’t bat an eye though she blushes severely, “That’s because it’s coming from you.” Her free hoof pokes your shoulder for emphasis.

You finally pull away and wipe your eyes. That’s one way to put you on the top of the world. ”Heh, uh…” you look to the water, unable to form words.

Dash’s smile grows as she thinks of another way to boost your esteem, “You know, no other mare can feel as good as me during heat even if they do have a stallion.”

Your perplexed look prompts her further. Her hooves wander without restraint, cyan lips linger dangerously close to yours.

A nervous gulp pierces the silence as Dash’s eyes pierce yours, “Most mares hate heat because they have to be careful not to get pregnant.” Her muzzle leans closer to your ear, “But I get to feel what they don’t because I have you.” You can feel her bare crotch on yours; her hooves hold her chest close, her breath tickles your earlobe, “You can give me relief because I get to feel you cum...inside.”

“Ahaaaaaagh!”

Dash’s petite frame rocks against the edge of the bed as you thrust deep into her swollen pussy from behind. Your hands massage her cutie marks and squeeze her butt cheeks together—giving you both a boost of pleasure.

“Gaaaaah-Anon!”

Trembling forehooves clutch the bedsheets and her hanging hind hooves curl from the stimulation. In the half a day since you’d last fornicated, Dash had gotten extremely pent up; so much so that the only apparent effect last night’s rutting had on her was a flush in her nether region.

Boisterous, wet slapping gives her an audible hint to the magnitude of the mess you’re helping her make. Her orgasm thus far had been dry, though only in the loosest sense. With each pull from her depths you withdraw a teaspoon worth of hot juice behind your crown; some of it runs down your busy shaft and spreads out to make stringy connections between your crotch and hers, the rest falls victim to gravity—tiny, glistening droplets lowered to the ground on thin ropes.

“Don’t slow dow-*slap!-ah!”

You pick up your pace before she can finish her sentence. It wasn’t that you were getting tired, it was just becoming difficult to get a good grip on her once she started to sweat. You pause to hook the hot crevices of her thighs before hilting hard to make up for the unwanted interruption. The movement refreshes the air with the musty reminder that she was incredibly turned on...just in case you couldn’t tell.

Both instinct and your partner’s body language urge you not to pull out; you lean your weight into her protruded rump and pin it against the edge of the bed. Short upward tugging motions stretch out the dense nerves of her canal entrance and force her dock to curl even harder and flicker her clitoris to tickle your testes.

Your modest pubes find themselves in the perfect position to gently scratch her bare skin above the main event. Luckily they were long enough, and damp enough, that they weren’t prickly; they both created and eradicated an itch in an area she’d otherwise have a hard time getting to on her own.

“Yeah! Yes yes yes right there!”

A bit of drool escapes her mouth as she winces in pleasure; you feel her plothole flare in your bush and you keep grinding into her. Your feet slide on the carpet, unable to push any harder into your lover’s needy hole.

“Oh Dash you’re so good!”

Her wings try to flap but only succeed in swatting the sheets against her muscle tension. Your hips pull back for a quick thrust before you even register the urge to do so. In the brief glimpse of her naked nethers you notice a touch of cherry red in a spot you’d never seen it before. Thinking about it swerves the ride dangerously close to the edge of the track so you do your best to focus elsewhere.

Her back, watch her back. You keep your pace and gaze over the taunt musculature of her withers and wings. Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t helping. Dash’s wings were something you’d always found attractive in a way; but after being a witness to their tenderness and role in pegasi sexuality they’d become extremely alluring and could easily arouse you when put on display. They were also very responsive to what you were doing between her legs which made it even harder to keep your cool.

You have to slow down for the greater good despite the rush in your loin and hers screaming at you to speed up. Dash starts clenching the moment you slow; she arches her back and curls her rump up to wink into your underside—a subconscious ploy to refresh your libido. You rest your hands on her lower back and draw a deep breath.

Dash looks back to check on you, an encouragement on the tip of her tongue, but once she realizes you’re trying to hold out she opts to remain silent.

She’s not completely without entertainment though; gentle bobs into her impossibly slick hole remind her that she’s still in intimate contact. Just maybe not to the extent that she—

—*smack!

“Gah!” ...wanted.

In an act of protest she throws her hips rearward again, but this time you’re too shallow to bottom out and she lets out a desperate sigh.

You could still use a bit of time to recover but her short patience wasn’t going to let that happen. You decide to supplement what you can by tending to her dock. Your off hand grabs the muscly nub and you reach into her cavern with your thumb. Only, you don’t find her cavern; a fateful miscalculation plants your pad squarely in the center of her soon-to-be clenching plot hole.

“Eeeep!”

The startled mare jolts and you yank your hand away, “Sorry!” You’d never defined anything as ‘off-limits’ before, but she’d always been a bit shy about her butthole. It took two weeks for her to stop trying to hide it behind her tail when she presented to you. Even then, any hint that you were gazing at the defined sphincter above her more easily shared genital region earned the harshest of blushes.

Last night’s bout of cunnilingus had been a milestone for her, but this misstep threatened to undo all the work you’d done.

You don’t expect a response from her and you return to the safety of her lower back.

She stops trying to hump into you, “You can t-touch it, if you want.”

The comment catches you off guard, “Sorry I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.”

“I know…”

Well ok then. Her breathing remains heavy and she doesn’t turn to look at you until you move. Her dock stays out of the way as you grasp it like before; the naked tan donut clenches once as you target it with your thumb.

This time she doesn’t jolt as you come to rest in the wrinkled center. It’s so soft. Her bare skin was incredibly smooth and squishy above her firm, taut muscle. You start to circle the warm ring.

Your hands return to her rump as you slowly ease back into her without any guide other than your throbbing stiffness. A quick glance reveals an excited pegasus with tucked ears.

“Oooh...”

This time you massage her butthole without any reservations, the action adds more stimulant to the mix. Feeling such a sensitive part of her required a lot of trust and certain understanding of how comfortable you were willing to be with each other.

So far, that understanding conveyed an as of yet unlimited acceptance of each other’s bodies.

Dash continues to squeal and grunt and you suddenly realize you’re doing her a disservice. Your thumb dives south to pull on the top corner of her slathered crevice. It collects some lube before returning to tend to her hole with the slick substance. You spread her own product on her anus and circle a bit harder as fall back into rhythm.

You can’t help but stare. The sight of her naked orifice being massaged with her own lubricant sends your heart racing as does the realization that she’s enjoying the incredibly intimate ways you’re touching her.

It was weird in a way. Her plot hole had been right there the whole time; it was difficult to hide it. She did what she could to preserve her modesty but at some point she had to trust you not to indulge...which you mostly didn’t.

Until now.

“Ha-uh!” She loses her breath from a particularly hard thrust. Your thighs are warmed by her fur as you push deep into her. The ministrations on her butt hole are starting to make noise as you get a bit bolder with your rubbing.

“P-pull my tail!”

You don’t think twice about the request and pull yourself as deep as you can go by the root of her dock. The sensation causes her anus to flare and your thumb inadvertently slips and buries in her butt up to the bottom knuckle.

“Ngaaaah!”

Clear mare cum explodes past your tangling testicles and hits the carpet behind you. It happens so fast you only feel her clenched abs and glutes that made the feat possible in retrospect. You realize why your thumb feels extra warm and attempt to remove it only to be arrested by an extraordinarily strong clench.

A breathy, guttural grunt accompanies a steady stream of ejaculate that falls heavy on the floor, impacting several feet behind you and tapering off until it’s but a drizzle between your legs. Her dock shudders, wild strands of her tail dance with the tremors of pleasure. You remember that you’re still inside her and nudge once more.

Just as she takes a breath you draw one in. The world fades away and Dash squeaks as every part of you that’s touching her flexes. Heavy globules of sperm pierce her remaining depths past her squeezed walls. Her legs kick as your hot seed tickles her in places only you could reach. You feel the rest of your remaining load disappears in the dark corners of your mare’s anatomy and bask in the uniquely powerful feeling of accomplishment insemination provided.

“Oh that's the best!” She cries in elation.

The high fades and your thumb is still searching for the pot of gold in Rainbow’s ass. You try to express your apology by gently removing it. She fidgets as you do and you pull out of the tight ring with an audible pop. It flexes a few times as if to protest against the disturbance and your palm covers what remains of her dignity in an apologetic gesture.

Dash looks back with sweaty bangs stuck to her face. Her juices drip from your testicles and run down your leg.

You meet her astonished gaze and smile, “Heh…”

“Heheheh.” Her chuckle of satisfaction and a wry smile is all she can offer too.

Her hoof twitches when a drop of something hits it forcing her to look back, whereupon she spots the new spot on the ground.

You look back to Dash who’s trying to decide whether to be proud or deny it was her doing. She catches your look and gulps, “It y-your fault…”

“Hahahahaha!”

She looks surprised at first but quickly joins in on the laughter. You both laugh like two idiots still intimately joined. When you manage to get a hold of yourself you find the courage to pull out. Almost instantly your white stuffing rushes to fill the void and fill the crevices around her flexing clit.

You leave her to do with it as she pleases and lay down beside her for a long overdue kiss. She pushes the bed away to plant her lips on yours and you pull on each other’s heads to guarantee contact until both of you were satisfied.

A half-flaccid snake lays against a soggy muff as their owners give them a temporary break.

This time, you subdue her unruly tongue and press into her mouth. Sweet saliva lubricates your movements while you check on each tooth to make sure they’re all still there. Her wider row of incisors close down to bite your tongue with the lightest of touches. Enamel edges sharper than your own rake across your taste buds to purposefully tickle you. It was obvious a bite from her would hurt and as impossible as the scenario was, the very thought of it made the exploration more fun.

You’d never known anyone else to the point that you could trust them absolutely. That’s what made it so exciting to see each other’s behavior when the balance of power was lopsided. When one of you had control you didn’t squander the opportunity to take what you wanted, instead, you made an effort to be extra attentive to each other’s comfort. The dynamic was uniquely endearing to experience and honestly, it’s really cool.

You give the pony more of your tongue to safeguard and relax a bit as she welcomes you into her domain. Her slender muscle glazes your own with her pheromone rich saliva, knowing full well how much you relish her natural taste. Unlike most candy shops there were no rules against overindulgence because she never once stops lapping against you while you pry at the corners of her molars.

A little bitterness from lunch’s salad hides in the crevice of her tooth and you note it without a flicker of dismay. It’d been far too long since you’d last played with her teeth so you take your time all the while enjoying the hot exhales helping the sweat evaporate from your face.

Her heart thumps heavily against your bare chest and a squeaking smack signifies a short adjustment. You prod into the soft, extra wet area under her tongue and flick past her frenulum a few times.

Dash giggles. She’s always liked it when you do that. Despite your vast knowledge of her mouth you find you’re discovering something new. That being: her salivary glands were partly responsible for her pheromone production, making spots underneath her tongue incredibly sweet.

Can she taste her own sweetness?

Whether she can or not she enjoys the oral union. The exhausted pegasus lays there and lets you indulge in her body for quite a while, interjecting only to swallow or expose the other side of her tongue to get tasted. With so many kinks and so little open conversation about them, you’d both found it easier to just let your partner enjoy themselves when they developed a fixation.

You feel like you’re in a candy shop and you could’ve easily kept going had your sense of fairness not intervened. You plant your hands on the mattress and pull off her with a sucking smooch.

“*huff...Oh that felt good.” Dash blurts, her eyes fluttering open. She chokes a bit before swallowing and you follow suit.

Her upturned belly begs to get rubbed so you fill the request. The clock revels it’s much later than anticipated, “It’s almost nine Dash.”

She double checks you, still flat on her back, "U-huh." Her head snaps back to see you staring at her. "What?"

“Nothing. Just looking at you.”

“You can’t make me go to bed.” She states defiantly.

"Who said anything about going to bed?"

"You did, in there." She taps your forehead and appears completely serious, "I saw you think it."

Dear Celestia she is a handful when she’s feeling good. You pinch her cheek, “Well you’re wrong. You're not going to bed, we’re going to bed.”

“No.”

You get up to flick on the fireplace lest you freeze overnight.

The semi-paralyzed pegasus reacts violently to your movement and attempts to scramble to her hooves, the only thing she succeeds in doing is dripping cum everywhere, getting tangled up in her own tail and tumbling off the bed.

You’re instantly there to help her up, “Geez Dash what was that?” The worry is evident in your voice.

She looks up unfazed and staggers to her hooves, “I-I’m good, where are we going?”

“...To turn on the fireplace.”

“Ok.” She answers in a chipper tone.

Her apparent attachment is so touching that you can’t bring yourself to correct her. There’s nothing wrong anyways.

The faithful mare keeps shaky pace with you all the way to the switch and all the way back. When you find yourself back at the side of the bed you look down at her big, innocent magenta eyes. She takes that as her queue to smile.

Her tail flicks and a white drop hits the carpet between her hind legs, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Well, you were going to have to shampoo the carpet anyways.

You match her smile and reach down, “Come on, up you go.” You help her claw her way up the edge of the mattress and crawl in as she pulls the blankets aside.

In no time at all the lights are off and you’ve assumed your favorite snuggle position in the clean sheets; your chin rests on her head and her muzzle lays across your neck. You feel her lips move, “Mmm-not sleeping.” She mumbles.

“Yes you are.”

“No. I’m not tired.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“Rut you.”

“How? I’m going to be asleep.”

That gives her pause, “You take breaks.”

“From what?”

“Sleeping.”

“Oh…” Despite her bold claims she was most definitely starting to relax against you. You whisper in her ear, “...You’ve been a busy pony today, maybe you should take just a little nap...just so you’re on your A-game for all the rutting we’ll be doing tomorrow. How does that sound?”

Your fingers comb through her mane and massage her scalp. Her breathing starts to get a bit deeper, her limbs grow heavy on you, “...Sss-a dumb idea.” She mutters.

You pull the blankets over her wing and fix an uncomfortable snag for her; once tended to, the wing clings to your torso like plastic wrap. Your fingers return to trace long lines down the side of her neck. You breathe into her limp ear, “Shhh...close your eyes, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

“Promise?” She asks weakly.

You hold her head to your chest, “I promise, no matter how sweaty you get.”

“Hmhmm…” She hums humorously. A few breaths pass and she whispers one last thing, "...you better.”

A tacky tongue dabs your neck, coincidental contact from smacking her mouth. Your hands stroke her neck and mane trying as best they could to express your undying gratitude for all she means to you, "Love you so much."

But she’s already asleep. The smile fixed on her face tells you she didn’t need to be awake. She knew exactly what you were going to say.