Chasing the Wind

This is a bit of an expansion on the original. It took me some time and a bit of inspiration before I could think of a way that I would like to continue onward, but I managed to do it. Where the original was cute and moderately suggestive, this goes all out. I did not pull any punches.

So consider yourself warned.

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Rumble’s laughter echoes down the hall as you close the door to your apartment. Something makes you wonder if you should just go back out, but you’re sore and tired, and you couldn’t be bothered to.

“You really did that?” he says between laughs.

Who could he be talking to? He never has anyone over.

“Yeah, and he totally fell for it. It was great!”

Ahh… Maybe I should go.

“Hey Blueball!” Rumble calls out just as you turn to leave. You let out an exasperated sigh, turning to face the duo. The grey Pegasus has a sly smile plastered all over his stupid face, and a stifled giggle can be heard from his orange compatriot. “How’d it go?”

“I assume you've already heard about how my meeting with Scoots went, and you're asking about what happened when she left me with Rainbow Dash, right?”

"Isn't that what I said?"

"Not really. I couldn't really make out the words over the sound of Big Mac's dick in your mouth," you state flatly.

"Dear Goddess, I am not gay!" Rumble staunchly defended. "What about you, Mister I've-never-had-sex-with-a-mare?"

You see Scootaloo quirk an eyebrow during your back and forth, but you continue on without giving it much thought. "I just haven't found anypony worth the effort."

"I hate to break this up, it's better than the tabloids, but what happened?" Scoots interrupts.

"I hear she kicked a dragon in the face once, I can only imagine what she did to some perverted colt." Rumble's face lights up like he's just thought up how to cure NEIGHDS or something. "She castrated you, didn't she?"

"No."

"Did she beat you with a sack of oranges?"

"No."

"Apples?"

"She didn't beat me with a sack of anything!"

"Oh, Well. That's no fun."

"Are you sure she didn't castrate you? You seem a little mellower than you used to be."

"As a matter of fact..."

She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Magenta met the pasty pink of my hairless skin. I felt helpless having such an intimate thing on display for a full stranger. It was as exhilarating as it was nerve-wracking. I didn’t know what to do. I had nowhere to run. I was a fish out of water, and all I could do was trust that she wouldn’t kill me.

But apparently, killing me wasn’t what she had on her mind. Her forehooves buried into my chest, pushing me backward and sliding my body down into the laying position. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in her mind as she buried her muzzle into mine. She tasted like Skittles, but I couldn’t even fathom that out at the time. All I knew was the way her lips moved and the way her hoof petted my face. We managed to continue kissing, without suffocating – thank Goddess for nostrils – for a long time. About the second or third time she roughly pushed her lips against mine, I stopped trying to figure out why, and just went with it.

Being pinned down by her was soooo hot. It hurt a little, where her hooves dug into my skin, but I could feel the blood rush downward with every pump of my heart. It felt like something out of a dream when her hips rocked against me.

Here was a Wonderbolt, so turned on by my kissing that she was rubbing up against me. Did I mention how hot it was?

I slid my hooves down her body. As they passed over her ribs I could feel her breathing, and her heart must have been beating a mile a minute because her body was so hot. Even in the cool high-altitude air she was sweating. Though, I probably was too.

My hooves finally stopped on her cutie marks, tracing their shape as we continued to make out feverishly. I’ve always wanted to do it, but never had the chance until now. I impulsively reared my hoof back and slapped Dash’s flank. She tensed up, biting down on my lower lip, hard. When she let go, I had a metallic taste in my mouth. For a moment, she rest her head against my shoulder, breathing heavily into the cloud below me.

Once Dash caught her breath, she pushed herself up into a position where she was sitting on my hips. It felt nice, but at the same time, it squished some quite sensitive bits that are better unsquished. A few red droplets clung to her muzzle as she looked down, hungrily. Her hooves pressed harder into my chest, easing the weight on the lower extremities.

I tried not to gasp when she began to thrust herself forward, but feeling the wetness build up on my bare skin, my self-control broke down completely. After a few repetitions, she slid all the way up to my belly button, and all of me seemed to tingle in anticipation when I felt her press up against the most sensitive part of my body.

Dash smiled coyly, looking down into my eyes. One of her forehooves traced up the length of my appendage, aligning it and letting the tip slide in ever so slightly. My entire body shivered at the sensation.

In one movement, she positioned her second hoof on my chest again and thrust backwards. I nearly choked on my own spit as I slid into her so quickly. Dash rocked back and forth at a maddeningly slow rate as I coughed and sputtered. When I caught my breath, I grasped her hips tightly. A quiet moan escaped from her when I started thrusting back.

After a few minutes like this, Dash leaned over, kissing my nose and whispering, “Enough fore-play.”

When she sat back up, her hooves slid down, pressing into the base of my stomach. She pushed herself upward, until I just barely remained in her, and then quickly slammed downward. She repeated this time and again, with each thrust going faster and deeper.

Dash continued on like this, at a pace that can only accurately be described by noting that she is the fastest in Equestria. Her colorful mane bounced wildly all the while, and sweat beaded on her coat, running down like little rivers.

A feeling of tightness built in the pit of my stomach as Dash increased pace, but a moment later, she faltered. Her breathing hitched, and her body slumped backwards until she propped herself up with her forehooves near my hocks. Her face was red as a beet and she was breathing so hard that her breath was condensing in two little clouds of steam as it left her nose.

Even the coolest mare in town, the newest Wonderbolt, was extremely cute with that post-orgasm look on her face.

Still ready to go, I leaned upward, grabbing her by the shoulders and softly laying her on her back. Now in control, I took a liberty that she did earlier. I planted my lips against hers; that earned a satisfied groan from the barely conscious mare. A smile returned to her face as she used her teeth to tug on my lower lip. The pain caused me to pull away from her lips.

Though, she was too weak, Dash’s hooves traveled to my flanks and tried to pull me in deeper. I took the hint and began to slowly thrust again, hilting myself in her each time. I took it slower than she did, but if the near-constant chorus of groans and moans coming from her slack-jawed mouth was any indication, she didn’t mind.

That sensation in the pit of my stomach returned as I began to thrust faster and faster. Soon, the sensations were too much, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. When it was all over, I collapsed on top of Dash.

As I was still basking in the afterglow, she breathlessly whispered, “You’re so much cooler than Rumble.”

“She did not say that!” Rumble objected.

“Yeah… Somehow I don’t think that’s what really happened,” Scoots agreed.

“It did though.” They both stared at you flatly, somehow knowing the truth was much different. A long minute passed under their unwavering gaze before you broke down.

“Fine!”

I was terrified. Here was the fastest mare in Equestria and she looked pissed beyond reason. Her eyes kept darting back and for the between my bad attempt at hiding my shame and my eyes.

I swear that I saw them turn red at one point, but I was relieved when I noticed they were the same magenta as they always had been. As she closed the distance, I attempted to spew out some form of an explanation. “Scootaloo brou-AAAHHHH!!!” Her hoof connected squarely with my groin. I nearly puked on the spot. I could barely see straight.

“Don’t you dare talk about my daughter! She would never associate with scum like you!” She grabbed my mane, dragging me away from the fountain. Still stunned from her assault, I didn’t fight back. Dash roughly slammed her hooves into the cloud below me. It shattered, dissolving into nothing.

My entire body hung from my mane, still held in her hoof. It felt like my scalp was going to rip off, and it may have if she held me there longer.

“You do this for the adrenaline, right? To feel the rush when you show off your stallionhood?! There’s a foal in that house! What if she saw you like that?! Pervert…”

I was thankful when the pain in my head was relieved. That is, until I realised I was falling to my death. I don’t know how long it was, but the fall felt like it lasted forever. Before I hit the ground, something hit me; I blacked out during the impact, and when I woke up, I noticed the crater I was in was too big for one pony to have caused it.

“Damn, that mare is intense.”

A moment of silence follows Rumble’s sagely statement. You shake your head quickly, attempting to rid yourself of the visions of your near death.

“Well, that was fun and all, but I’m going to Sburro so I can get a big, fat piece of pizza to shove in my mouth while I read Equestria Daily. Lates all.” Rumble says as he trots past you, slapping you between your withers for good measure. Your eyes instinctively shut as sharp pain fills your back. Taking a deep breath, you pry your eyes open again, feeling the pain subside.

Scootaloo’s merciless smile shines brightly before you.

"Having fun?" you ask her.

Somehow, her smile grows as she saunters over, to sit on the couch.

“Why are you limping, Scoots?”

She waves an orange hoof dismissively, stating, “Just a bad landing, don’t worry about it.”