Lightning Dusted

Weeks went by since Zephyr Breeze came under the influence of a love potion, and while its effects had mostly worn off, he'd found himself still smitten with Lightning Dust. For her part she'd stayed by his side, uncertain of her own feelings, but refused to meet his parents or sister, let-alone be seen in public with him. At least her broken wing had almost fully mended by now.

She reclined in his bed with a low whinny, arcing her back while he thrust into her. Creaks sounded, and the room shook, his humps born of desperation like he feared she'd abandon him. And despite how unexpectedly wonderful the sex was, she'd often considered it; she was confused why she'd ever given him a chance to begin with? He certainly wasn't her type. Maybe she was lonelier and emptier than she wished to admit; her teammates in the Washouts certainly did nothing for her.

She wrapped all her limbs around him, losing herself to the moment. Perspiration rolled down their skin and matted their coats, their manes now unkempt messes. She caressed his cheek with a forehoof, tracing the bristles on his chin. “You look a lot better with that silly hipster bun down,” she admitted between huffs. “Almost...kinda...handsome.”

“Thanks, Lightning!” He loomed over her, once lanky limbs now packed with well-toned muscle. “I love you!”

“...sure.” Her head turned to one side, still not entirely sure how it had come to this. The day when he'd crashed into her and taken her was a jumbled blur, her cheeks burning at an ambivalent memory which made her moisten and tighten around his shaft while it pounded into her hot pink canal. Her teats bounced, and her asshole puckered, while she chewed her lower lip.

“I-I'm close honey,” he called still convinced she'd eventually settle down with him someday.

“Go ahead and do it inside if you want,” she murmured. She'd flat out lied to him, pretending that she'd discovered she was sterile to his disappointment, but in truth she'd hastily sought out a contraceptive potion the first time he came inside her; no way was she about to throw away a body she'd worked so hard for and her career to settle down with some stallion!

“H-here it cums!” He laughed with a snort at his own terrible pun, his nostrils flaring when he sheathed himself balls deep into her with a particularly rough thrust which made his flare smash against her cervix. The tip penetrated all the way into her womb, and she winced, convinced he'd done so intentionally like many times before despite her asking him not to.

He was still hoping that if he flooded her uterus directly with foalbatter his sperm would finally inseminate the eggs that were soon rolling in a torrent of his sticky, virile splooge. Violent sprays painted her inner, slippery walls, which contracted in a welcoming manner, her flesh responding to him despite all the doubts racing through her mind.

“Mmm-mmph,” she whined closing her eyes when her pussy loosed its own floodgates upon his crotch. Her sticky squirts painted him, drenching and dripping down his testicles and over her anal ring, leaving a puddle that would no doubt ruin another pair of sheets. However this always made him beam with pride, to know he'd satisfied his chosen mare!

He heaved, still locked in her, enjoying the way her hindlegs reflexively kicked when she rode out her climax. His hoof brushed her messy bright mane, smoothing over a cheek. “Marry me,” he asked like many times before.

“...I can't,” she finally managed to reply once her nethers stopped quaking. “I mean, the sex is pretty good, but...I just don't have any real feelings for you beyond that. I'm sorry.” She pulled him out of her with a pop, barely noticing the gape of her well-used cunt anymore, or the warm mixture of feminine and masculine juices oozing out of it.

He attempted to cuddle with her and she rolled over, drawing away from him. Every time he drew closer, she wormed further away, until she dropped to the floorboards with a thud. “I'm out of here.” She shook herself off and considered where the closest river was so she could wash herself off. Sure, she could use his shower, but he'd be all over her again. “See you around, I guess.” She spread her plume and sailed out the open window, only able to glide in her current state.

*****

“It's not fair. I've tried so hard,” whined Zephyr to himself who sat huddled in his messy bed with his head bowed. Despite all his attempts he'd failed to make any real progress. She'd never wed him, or bear his foals. Sure, he could always try and go back to Rainbow Dash, but she seemed second-rate to him now. No, Lightning Dust was his conquest, his prize to be won!

But how? His usual masculine charm bore no fruit. This would require more...extreme measures. It seemed like every time an unorthodox solution was required, Zecora's hut came into play. Or to be more accurate the potions she concocted inside.

Granted she'd never simply give them away, not so much because of the money, but more since they could be used in all kinds of questionable ways. But surely if whatever made him this way felt so wonderful, it could be the same for Lightning? While he hadn't realized when Rainbow Dash drugged him, he'd subconsciously made the connection and intuited the source.

Yet he wasn't furious at all. On the contrary it was liberating! And he wanted to share that newly discovered freedom with Lightning Dust. He'd win her heart over, finally discover a way to knock her up, and they'd live happily-ever-after!

Best of all he'd finally have the hard-won praise and respect he rightfully deserved; from his peers, his family, and from Rainbow Dash, who'd realize she'd passed over an eligible stud, and worse, lost him to a bitter rival!

Giddy from his newly hatched plan, he did up his mane bun, took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror, then sped off into the evening sky. The pegasus did a few loops over the forest, already picturing the stylized wedding dress she'd wear...