Loving Rainbow's Plot

Rainbow snorted awake when the scent of frying bacon filled John’s house. She barely had time to salivate before she was flying from his room upstairs to the kitchen, breaking when she entered to land at the table and onto a seat pulled out for her. “Oh, yum. I can’t wait for breakfast,” she licked her lips while looking at his naked butt.

He turned around and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron he had on. “Yeah, laugh it up. It’s not my fault I’m naked and cooking you delicious bacon,” he stuck his tongue out playfully. He yelped and hopped forward nearly dropping his spatula when some grease popped from the pan. “Darn it,” he whirled on the pan and slapped its handle with his spatula,” don’t burn me, bad pan.”

Rainbow felt herself blush a little. “Hey, what about me?”

He turned to ask what she was talking about, but stopped when he saw the challenge on her face. He turned around to move the pan off the heat, reached behind himself to untie the apron as her hooves clip clopped on the floor, then in a single motion he turned, pulled the apron over his head, and ran after her.

She laughed and guffawed while running around the bottom floor, letting him almost catch her just as she’d put on more speed to keep away from him. She wouldn’t let him know she was only using a fraction of her actual speed, but the fun was getting caught, not getting away. She flicked her tail in a way that seemed instinctive, actually it was to get it within his grasp.

He didn’t fail her expectations, giving her a tug that stopped her and let him fall onto her, rolling with her and ending with her on top. “Ha, pinned ya,” she grinned victoriously and after a short struggle she used her forehooves to shove him down again. “Pinned ya, again. Wanna go for three, big boy?” He looked up at her with lidded eyes, giving her a look that made her heart flutter slightly. She gazed into his eyes and as soon as he felt her weaken he grabbed her elbows and rolled over on top of her. She managed a surprised ‘eep’, but couldn’t help but look down their bodies and at the position the were in. “So, wanna bang again?”

He laughed. “No, I’m actually hungry for some food, not Skittles.” He pushed up and realized he was sweating and panting slightly as Rainbow rolled over and frowned.

“Why do you always say that? What the hay are Skittles?!” He snerked while walking past her. “The only thing that tastes better than your kisses,” was his reply. It was enough to shut her up, at least, because she didn’t know what to say to that; so she returned to her seat and tapped a fork she’d taken in her feathers to her plate. “Hey, John?” Rainbow asked, looking intently at her fork drawing nothing while she waited.

“Yeah?” the apron wearing human replied while flipping eggs in a pan, stirring oatmeal, and watching the toaster for Rainbow’s slices.

“Why’re you so sweet?” He looked back with a curious expression. “I mean, yeah, ponies are nice’n all that, but that’s on the streets and public. Behind closed doors and in private we’re kind’a jerks. Every one of us,” she frowned at her plate, “even Fluttershy’s really mean. Not always, but she’s not as nice as ponies think. But you’re,” she looked up at the human who had started to take everything off the heat of the stove, “always the same. You don’t act nice out there,” she pointed to a window, “and different here. I don’t get it.”

He started setting food on the table while thinking of an answer. “Well, I know a mare who’s exactly the same. I happen to love her and she’s pretty amazing, most of the time,” he teased.

“Wrong ‘a’ word,” she smiled coyly back.

“But she’s the same out there as she is in here, and even if she was different I wouldn’t think any less of her. In fact, maybe I’d like it more.”

She looked at the food piling onto her plate and scrunched her muzzle. “More? How would you like this mare more, if she was different? Don’t you think she’d be,” she gulped and shifted on her seat, “less of a mare, or the mare he fell for?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, any mare that’s willing to be themself is more than any other mare in Equestria, as far as I’m concerned. But why I’m so nice? I don’t have a reason not to be. I have an ok job, good friends, and the greatest marefriend, what could make me not happy?”

Rainbow’s wings fanned open and she dropped her fork onto the floor. “Really? You think I’m the greatest marefriend?”

He could see the hopeful look in her eyes and when he nodded he was ready and caught her. She flew around the table and wrapped her forelegs so tightly she was worried she’d hurt him. She hummed in her scratchy voice, then pushed back and hovered. “Hey, you know you’re not too bad either, right?” He tossed a bit of his toast at her with his free hand when she was boasting and laughed until he fell out of his chair; the piece had gone right into Rainbow’s ear and she made quite the show of shaking, shivering, rolling in the air, and knocking her head with her hoof until the offending object was on the floor. She had a dozen things to say and even more she wanted to do to him, but she settled on landing and giving him a playful kick to his side while he was crying on the floor.

She stomped to her seat, flew up to the cushion, and sat with a huff, taking the first bite of oatmeal. He managed to force himself up, his chair with him, and took his seat grinning like it was any holiday with gifts involved. “That was great, wanna do it again?” he picked up his slice of toast and snickered at the death glare she gave him. “Just kidding, sheesh. I’ve got a couple things to do before work today-”

“Am I one of them?” she asked as a knee jerk reaction. Her ears fell and she grabbed a strip of bacon, “I mean, wanna do anything today?”

John shrugged. “What’d you have in mind?”

Rainbow took the meat to her mouth and bit into it. Her flat teeth were perfect for turning the fat off the sweetened salty meat into delightful flavors that mixed around her mouth and gave her the chills. It was just like giving him a blow job, without his musk. Salty, sweet, flavors she couldn’t describe that made her mouth full of joy that no other stallion or man could-

“Rainbow?”

She swallowed a gulp of delicious saliva. “What?”

He smirked and pointed one of his fingers. “You’re getting turned on again.” She folded her wings while blushing. “Every time I make bacon, you get turned on. Why is that?”

She shrugged her stiff wings. “A mare has her reasons.”

“Psh, typical female. Never has an answer when I need one.”

Rainbow didn’t answer, instead focusing on her last piece of meat. She looked at it, noticing John looking at her; watching her look at the strip of pig belly meat he ordered from gryphon traders just for them. Mostly for him, but she liked meat too, as much as her body would tolerate. Hay bacon just wasn’t the same, not since he’d dared her to try it.

She opened her mouth and repeated the experience, consciously holding her wings down while savoring every motion her jaw made to coax more flavor from her stallion’s meat in her mouth. The only thing better than getting her face fucked and filled with his cum, was the fact that bacon flavor lingered and kept some of her desire under control.

“Wow, I’ve never imagined watching someone eat bacon would be such a turn on,” he said with wide eyes and a lustful expression she could read like a Daring Do book. “But, you’ve gotta get to work, right?” he reminded her just as she was starting to get really turned on.

“So? I can be late; I’m the boss.”

“But I respect mares who work hard and are on time,” he tapped his chin. “What’s your orange friend’s name, then?”

She stomped a forehoof on the table so hard everything jumped. “What the fuck, John?!”

“Woah, I was just-”

“Forget it,” she grabbed her still full plate and took it with her when she left through the kitchen window. Her contrail was all he saw of her and the gale force wind in her wake sent everything in the kitchen askew.

He moved to the window and looked out; the warm air blew across his naked body when he leaned over the ledge to see her trail dissipating over his house; out of sight. “I’m sorry, I was just joking…”

…

John walked through town wearing baggy pants and a ruffled shirt that sparkled like gems covered in glitter; an outfit he only wore because of an advertising deal he’d made with Rarity’s brand. Hands in his pockets, he scanned the skies for his marefriend knowing full well that she’d blend in with the sky and be even harder to see if it wasn’t for her tail. He glanced down every now and then to make sure he wasn’t going to step on anypony, and save for a close call every equine was moving out of his way and greeting him like any other friend they’d had.

“Hey, Roseluck. How’s business?” he asked the salesmare who gave a salesmare smile.

“Everything’s been really nice lately. No monsters, horrors from beyond the veil, eldrich abominations are stopped well outside town… I really like having humans around,” she rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry about when you first got here; I didn’t really mean-”

He held his hands out in a placating gesture and moved closer to her. “Woah, it’s cool. You apologize almost every time I see you and it’s, we’re cool,” he reached his arm out and she leaned toward him so he could scratch her mane. “I think you just like apologizing ‘cause I do this,” he said with a bit of humor.

Roseluck leaned back and gasped. “The horror! Thinking I, an honorable salesmare, would use apologies to get scratches and ear rubs?” she feigned falling back into Daisy’s forelegs while Lily pulled a giant leaf from under the counter for the stricken mare.

Lily looked at him and shrugged. “You have an effect on mares, you should stop-” she giggled and leaned into his hand, letting the leaf fall while Daisy looked on.

“Rose, get up, I wanna scritches, too.”

Roseluck regained consciousness and pushed closer to John, but was passed over so Daisy could get a turn. The four spent about a minute giggling, shoving, and playing, which was what John needed to unwind just then. “Okay, girls, I’ve gotta take my fingers and go,” he said standing tall among the chorus of disappointed whines. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow and I can give you all scritches then.”

The flower mares happily waved goodbye as he left, letting him go without holding him back because they knew he had places to be and they had flowers to sell. He glanced back while walking away, getting little peek under the mares’ tails and pouting internally that he didn’t get to see what he wanted, only labia and that wasn’t really his thing.

He finished shuffling through the market in much better spirits now, choosing to make his way to Twilight’s library. The unicorn was many things, and he liked nearly all of them. He walked in the main room after opening the door, since it was a public library and always open as long as anyone responsible could manage the paperwork.

“Heya, Spike. How’s the O and O going? Need a third?” John asked the dragon.

Spike shrugged and picked up a book somepony’d dropped on the floor before leaving to the next room over. “I guess, there’s always room at the table. We have to wait until Twilight’s gone though.”

They shared a conspiratorial look. “Maybe I can call and have a certain pony arrange something? A certain Princess, perhaps?”

Spike was about to answer when Twilight appeared between them in a flash of purple magic. “Princess Celestia?! She’s not here, is she? Oh,” Twilight whined anxiously, “I don’t have anything ready. Spike! Get some tea started, I’ll-” Spike threw the book at her, striking true against her shoulder.

“Twilight, relax! Princess Celestia’s not here, I was just talking with John and her name came up,” the dragon snorted a plume of fire.

Twilight looked at John, then Spike, calming herself with a forehoof to her chest and several panting breaths. “Okay, sorry about that, it’s been a really long week.”

John started scratching Twilight’s head but she moved back. “Hey, I know where those hands’ve been,” she looked at his fingers and noticed one of her hairs on his hand. She took it away with her magic and placed it on her tail for future management. “Besides, Rainbow told me about what you said eariler. What’s gotten into that head of yours, asking to swing with Applejack while you were mating with your marefriend?” she poked his thigh with her left forehoof.

John stammered, lost for words so Spike jumped into the conversation. “Twilight, that doesn’t sound like something John’d do,” right?”

John blinked and shook his head. “Woah, that was not what happened. We were having breakfast and we were teasing each other. I don’t remember everything that happened exactly, but she said something and I just asked if AJ was available, and she flipped out,” he sat cross legged on the floor and crossed his arms over his chest in frustration. “Why’s she gotta make everything into a bigger deal than it is?” he grumbled.

“John, it’s Rainbow Dash. She has to be the best at everything; part of what she thinks that means is embellishing stories. Spike,” she looked at the dragon who had picked up the book, “can you get the plate Rainbow left, please?”

“Sure, why don’t I make some ice cream sandwiches and feed them to you,” Spike replied with dripping sarcasm. “Sorry, that sounded better in my head. I’ll go get that plate, be right back,” he left with the book as quickly as he could.

“Look, I know Rainbow’s a bit of a pain sometimes, but she cares a lot about you. You’re the one she brags about until our minds go numb from the same stories of little adventures you’ve been on. There’s countless times she’s talked about your penis size and how great it is,” Twilight blushed and averted her gaze from the surprised human, “and how you got her to learn new ways to climax…”

“Wait, Rainbow told you all that?” his eyes were wide and he gulped loudly.

“Y-yeah, a lot of stuff about how you two… you know,” she licked her lips. “Oh, where’s Spike?”

“Right here, Twilight. Here, John, I’ve got your plate ready and… why’re you two blushing?” Spike asked, setting the plate on the human’s lap. “Oh, is it another story about Rainbow and John’s sexcapades?” The others looked at him sharply. “What, Rarity says gossip around town says that’s what they do. It’s not like we don’t know anything about sex, Twilight,” he gave her a deadpan look that she turned bright red from.

“S-spike!” she stammered and turned her attention to John. “We were young and curious, I read a lot of books on the topic to guarantee maximum safety and-”

Spike covered her mouth with his hand. “We know about sex, and I have more experience than she does,” he winked and let her mouth go. “Alright, here’s a book that’ll help, if you need it. I’m going to make some ice cream sandwiches, because I’m hungry.”

As he shuffled away in a cocky manner, Twilight shouted after him, “Don’t just eat ice cream, Spike. Remember what happened that one time.”

“Yeah, yeah. I am future Spike,” he waved a clawed hand dismissively getting a harumph from Twilight.

Twilight looked at the book Spike had given and stiffened her posture. John just chuckled at the title. “Camel Sutra, abridged for experience. I take it you’ve seen this book before?” he asked just before Twilight teleported in a flash. He heard her muffled shouts from the kitchen and made out some words about privacy and discretion, then took his leave with book in hand.

He walked to the local park and took a seat on a bench by a tree, opened the book, and blushed slightly at the image on the random page he’d turned to. He tipped the book slightly to the left and smirked. “Yeah, I can see us doing that.” The next hour was spent with him reading and examining images, imagining what his Rainbow would like to do.

A whoosh in the distance got him to lower the book and place it on his lap as he watched Rainbow Dash’s contrail spinning and looping in the air. He stood and waved at her, even though she was probably a mile away. Four seconds later she was a hundred feet over him and fell, stopping face to muzzle with expert skill.

He noticed she was still wearing the collar and it filled him with a sense of pride. He waited for her to speak first to see how much trouble he was still in.

“Look, John,” she glanced around at the ponies going about their own day, “I overreacted and talked with a couple ponies about it and I was just being weird. I mean, in a cool way,” she forced a smug grin that lasted a second before it fell. “Look, I’m sorry and I hope I’m still your pet,” she looked away shyly.

“Rainbow,” he said softly and moved the book under his arm so he could cup mer muzzle in his hands, “you’re always my little anal pet, and I’m sorry for making such a bad joke. I didn’t think it through,” he moved to hug her and she reciprocated, relaxing into his arms supporting her. She swished her tail to cover his hand when it slipped past her thigh, then nickered quietly into his ear when his thumb circled her plot.

“Take me home, we have to have makeup sex,” she breathed quietly enough so only he’d hear.

He chucked and carried her for a few paces, teasing her ass until she realized where she was. She shuffled free and took wing, hovering ahead of him. “C’mon, we’ve got errands to run,” she flew ahead of him, leaving her contrail as a guide to his house.

He walked with urgency to and into his house, closing the door behind him. Rainbow descended the stairs naked, save for yellow socks and pink panties. One of her favorites because it had an expanded tail hole, just for their fun. “John,” she said when she was nearly at the bottom of the stairs, “I’ve been a naughty filly and I should be reminded how to be good.”

She licked her lips when he pulled the string on his pants and they fell and she saw his hard cock, ready for her. “I’m so ready,” he said dropping the book as he pulled his shirt off. Rainbow noticed and ran around him, grabbing the book to look at it.

“Wow, this’ hot! Are you thinking of some new techniques?” she asked turning pages.

His shirt covered her head and she reacted by shaking her head heavily until she was free, she easily found him sitting on the rug in the living room beside the couch stroking his cock. She noticed how much larger it was than his hand and the through of it inside her was thrilling. She flew over to him and landed between his open legs, wasting no time taking him into her mouth and relaxing her throat she he could go deep right away.

He gasped and moved his hand to the back of her head while thrusting his hips up until her lips were pressing against his body. She managed some noises, mostly gulping and humming when she could around him thrusting his meat down her gullet. She loved every thrust, every inch she felt of him ticking the back of her throat.

The sound of his balls slapping against her chin and the scent of his body, all combined with the way he did it just right; in the way she’d taught him she liked it so she wouldn’t be hurt, sent her to near orgasm while he pounded her muzzle.

He pulled her mane and she took in a deep breath when he pulled out of her and came on her face and across her muzzle. She barely had time to open her mouth and catch some in her mouth before he was done. “Aww, that was all?” she whined and swallowed most of his seed while letting some dribble from her lips and down her chin.

“Turn around, I need to feel you,” he said while pushing her, guiding her around. She giggled and moved her legs so he could close his and she moved her tail aside. He held her tail as well and guided her onto him. He slid into her with ease, the ease of a well used mare that was ready to take him inside her.

“I’m ready, remind me that I’m your anal pet.” She leaned back into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her while she relaxed her legs and took him all the way inside her. They both groaned in pleasure when she finally took all of him inside her and he’d reached his hands to her hips. With slow guidance he rocked her back and forth on him, touching spots she often forgot she had.

He pressed against the walls of her insides just right; in just the way that she felt like he was in both her holes. She shook the thought, she was saving virginity for marriage and this was too much fun. He massaged her teats and pressed against her pelvis with his hand and got her to tighten from the sudden additional pleasure.

“Rainbow, damn, you’re so tight,” he grumbled while lifting his hips to maintain pressure on them both.

Rainbow mewled in response. “You’re so deep, John. I feel like you’re pressing my stomach. Don’t stop,” she said lifting her hind legs off the floor and grinding herself lower on him, taking him deeper than she usually let him go. She felt the familiar tingle starting in her chest and getting tighter as they both got the pleasure they needed after a long day. “I’m gonna cum, right there and I’ll cum for you like a good mare.”

He moved quickly and in a motion he had his hand between her wings, her belly on the floor and tail gripped in his other hand. He looked down and watched himself pound into her ass, watched his glistening cock leave and return to its home inside his mare. “I’m gonna cum in you, Rainbow. Fill you with my hot cum, it’s gonna leak out of your ass for hours.”

She moved in time with him, the slapping sounds pushing them closer to climax with each thrust.

The front door clicked open and Fluttershy walked in quickly, closing it behind her. “Rainbow Dash, Twilight said you had a problem and-” she watched as the two lovers climaxed together, their faces twisting in pleased anguish; both of them looking at her as it happened with mild shock in their eyes. The yellow mare’s eyes rolled in her head, her eyelids closed, and with a faint smile she fell over.

“Flu-fluttershy, I’m almost, nng,” Rainbow pressed back against his thrusts, stimulating both of them to finish. Rainbow shakily got to her hooves and moved forward, wind escaping her when he left her body. She felt his seed trickling out of her with each wave of orgasm but ignored it as best she could to get to her friend. “Fluttershy, are you okay?” Rainbow asked, panting shallowly.

The yellow mare’s wings twitched and began to unfurl getting Rainbow to snicker. “John, check it out, she’s super turned on right now.”

He looked aside at them while resting on his knees, sweating and gulping moisture into his throat. He smirked when he saw the sleeping mare with a goofy smile on her face, her stiffening wings were a give away that gave him a naughty thought. “Rainbow,” he shook his head, “let’s go clean up, help me move her onto the couch.”

Rainbow nodded and moved to her side, scooping her up while John moved a pillow. Rainbow got her in position and they both lay Fluttershy on the couch to relax and recover. “Hey, John, she’s winking,” Rainbow gave him a grin that he saw often when she was thinking something as bad as he was.

“No, Rainbow. She’s asleep and has a crush on me, we can’t do that to her.”

Rainbow pouted but relented, giving her friend one last peek under her tail. “I was just gonna rub her a little,” she cowered slightly under his gaze. “It was just to help her, not to be mean.”

“That’s non-consensual, Dashie. You know how important it is that she agrees, or else it’s-”

Rainbow waved her hooves. “I know, don’t say that word. I hate that word,” she frowned at the carpet for a second. “Fine, I’m sorry, John, and I’ll apologize to Fluttershy when she wakes up,” Rainbow looked at her friend, “she’s worth it.”

John rubbed her messy mane and she leaned into it, humming quietly. “Good pet, now let’s go upstairs.”

Rainbow nodded and got up, following behind him, she stopped suddenly and her collar rang. “Hey, I left a spot on the carpet,” she pointed with her wing, a bit of pride in her words.

“Well, we’re just going to have to balance that out, won’t we?” he nudged her with his knee and she quickly trotted past him and upstairs.

She stopped half way and looked back at him. “I really love you, John,” she said and flew the rest of the way upstairs, but not before he saw her blushing. I finally said it...

He grinned widely, chasing after her into the bathroom to clean up and enjoy more time together doing the same things that keeps their relationship strong.