In a Rut

//My Bitch: Hey//

I glared down at my phone, and at the message notification that had woken me up in the middle of the night with its familiar chime.

It only occurred to me at that moment that I probably ought to change the tone on my phone, along with Rainbow’s contact details. She wasn’t my bitch anymore, but back when she was I’d set my messenger so it would play a specific note when she was the one texting me so I would know it was her. I’d taught myself to listen for that sound for seven months, and now it was biting me in the ass because the sound of that chime could apparently still wake me out of a dead sleep.

“Damn you, Pavlov,” I muttered as I closed the message.

I’d left her on ‘read’ for her past ten messages. I don’t know why she keeps texting me when she knows I won’t answer. Maybe she’s hoping I’ll have a moment of weakness, but I like to think she knows me better than that.

Three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since I’d broken things off with Rainbow Dash.

Three weeks and three more dates with Fluttershy after the first, each one going better than the last.

I was even going to be meeting her today before classes for breakfast, and I refused to show up with bags under my eyes because my ex wouldn’t stop texting me at fuck’o’clock at night.

Ugh, ‘ex’... that wasn’t even really the right word.

Rainbow and I had had a relationship, I guess, but we’d never formalised it, even in private. She was my bitch and I was her alpha, and I’m not sure there’s even a word for that.

If it was a relationship then it was a toxic and abusive one.

//My Bitch: I miss you//

“Quill,” I swore, “why can’t you just let it go, Dash?”

I stared down at the screen, trying to will the messages away even as I knew it wouldn’t do any good. No amount of want would apparently change Rainbow Dash’s mind on this matter, all I could really do was stay away from her and hope that in time her mind repaired itself.

Maybe she needed therapy or something. Hell, I probably needed therapy, maybe if I’d had a good therapist I wouldn’t have hurt her so badly.

//My Bitch: Whatever I did. I’m sorry.//

“Damn it,” I muttered, and the plastic case of my phone creaked as I gripped it tighter. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Dash… I was the one who-”

I closed my eyes, pushing back the bile that was rising in my throat. Every time I thought about what I’d done to her, it made me sick to my stomach. She didn’t deserve to be hurt like that, no one did, she certainly didn’t deserve to be ruined.

//My Bitch: Please. I promise I’ll be better.//

Somehow she knew I was reading the messages, even though it was only the notifications on my lock screen, so it didn’t even register as ‘Read’. Or maybe she didn’t know and she was just hoping I’d eventually see them.

//My Bitch: I’ll be good. I’ll be the best.//

Rainbow Dash, just let it fucking go.

//My Bitch: I promise.//

“It was never you, Dashie,” I set my phone aside and rolled over in bed, trying to ignore the empty space beside me that I wished she was still occupying. “I was the one who didn’t deserve you.”

I closed my eyes and tried to push away the images of her, the scent of her… the memory of her body against mine and how she felt beneath me. It wasn’t working but, then again, it never did.

Ding

“God dammit, Dash,” I sat up again and grabbed my phone, intent on setting it to silent.

Unfortunately, I made the mistake of reading the message first.

//My Bitch: I know you’re not sleeping.//

“Fuck you, Dash,” I snarled into the dark and silent room. “You aren’t sleeping either.”

//My Bitch: Let me help.//

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then blew it out. I needed to take a second to reinforce my will because that was a painfully tempting offer and one that I knew my shit self-control would give in to if I wasn’t careful.

But no. No, no, and a thousand times no.

I was not going to make a booty call to my ex-bitch because my lame ass couldn’t sleep properly. And besides, she was the one keeping me awake by messaging me!

Ding

“If I do see you again, Dash,” I swore as I opened up the app. “It’ll only be to break your fucking pho-”

The last syllable died in my throat as I saw the message Rainbow Dash had sent me.

Well, to be accurate it wasn’t a message at all. It was a picture.

The picture was a selfie of Rainbow Dash herself, sitting up in her bed in the dark, and lit only by the flash of her phone. She was naked, gripping her hard cock, and giving me those ‘fuck-me’ bedroom eyes and that bratty little smirk that never failed to buy her ass a good pounding back when we were still together.

I swallowed hard and instantly hit the home button, turning my screen dark. I needed to delete that picture as soon as I could, but right now I wasn’t sure I had the impulse control to do so. I’d do it in the morning, after a nice, long, cold shower, and then-

Ding

No… no, Sunset, don’t you dare look at that phone. Don’t you dare pick it up and look at whatever it was that Dash just sent you. You know what it probably is, and you know that you shouldn’t look.

The cricket on my shoulder wasn’t making a very good case for doing the right thing, or maybe I just happened to be deaf in that ear today, because I picked up my phone knowing full well it was a terrible fucking idea, and opened up the app.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

Almost against my will, my hand found it’s way between my legs to grip my hot and hardening length.

The second picture Dash had sent showed her with her legs spread, her hands between her legs and beneath her cock. She was fingering herself, two knuckles deep, her tongue lolling out just a little as she panted. There was just enough shake to the picture that it was clear she was getting herself off while taking it.

I started to move my hand up and down my own erection. This was wrong, and I knew it… I knew I should stop, and that I should just delete the pictures, dunk both my heads in some ice-cold water, and then try to go back to sleep.

Instead, I started jerking myself off.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I snarled the words out as I stared at the image, my mind’s eye freely filling in all the details.

I knew exactly what she smelled like, exactly how her skin tasted, and what her soft, plaintive little moans sounded like when she was being pleasured. It was like she was right here in the room with me and it set something on fire in my heart.

This needed to stop.

I needed to stop.

Right now… stop touching yourself right, fucking, n-

Ding

My eyes widened, and I almost choked. This time she hadn’t sent an image, she had sent a video.

My hand froze on my length as I tried to wrestle back some semblance of self-control, but I wasn’t sure there was any to be had. I just didn’t have anything like that left when it came to Rainbow Dash.

“Do not,” I muttered. “Play. That video.”

My thumb hung over the play button, the thumbnail was dark, but I could see Rainbow’s outline lying supine on her bed, and it didn’t take an enormous leap of logic to guess what the video contained.

Don’t do it, Sunset, you know what’s in it.

I swallowed hard.

Don’t.

…

I pushed the play button and instantly my room was filled with the soft sounds of Rainbow’s voice. She was moaning quietly, muffled by a wad of her sheets she was biting onto as she stroked herself faster and faster.

The phone was on the bed on its side, giving me a landscape view of her lean, athletic body as she bucked her hips against her own hand, making soft, plaintive cries as she gripped herself with one hand and went two knuckles deep into fifth base with the other.

//Alpha...// she moaned, the sheets slipping from her teeth.

Oh, fuck.

I started jerking myself off along with her. I was harder now than I had been on any of my dates with Fluttershy. I could even reasonably say I was harder than I was the night she gave me head under the table at Gustav’s, which was insane.

A video, with crappy resolution, of my ex bitch jerking herself off while moaning for me had me harder and more aroused than when I’d literally had my cock in the mouth of CCU’s prettiest omega.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

At that moment, at least, I didn’t care.

I let Rainbow’s moans wash over me, and I pretended she was right there in the room with me, jerking herself while I egged her on.

//Alpha… I’m… I’m cumming!//

“Good girl,” I muttered, “cum for me, bitch… cum for your alpha…”

It was like she heard me, and maybe somewhere in mind she did, because the moment the last word left my lips she let out a sharp, stifled cry, bucked her hips, and arched her back as a long spray of seed burst from her cock to cover her taut stomach.

I followed an instant later, grunting and cussing as I came hard and fast, staining my hand, groin, and sheets with my cum as I watched Rainbow Dash go limp in the video, relaxing into her post-orgasmic high while she trailed slender fingers through the puddle on her stomach and then drew her fingers up to clean them with her lips.

“Fucking… damn it,” I swore as the video hit its end, my bitch frozen in that perputal dim light, her fingers paused mid-suckle on her lips.

I was breathing hard, and shame filled my chest as I looked down at myself and grimaced.

Before that moment I wasn’t aware you could do a walk of shame in your own home from your own bedroom to your own bathroom, all while being alone, but apparently you can, because I managed it. I turned on the shower, nice and cold, stepped under it, and tried not to think about what I had just done.

It should have left me feel angry, frustrated, and even more pent up than usual but it didn’t and I hated that.

I hated how… satisfying that was.

A little past two in the morning, I was sitting under a cold spray of water while my alpha instincts purred in the back of my head for the first time in weeks, all because my bitch- no, my ex-bitch -had sent me nudes along with a video of her going to fucking town on herself.

The moment my head was relatively clear, I stepped out of the shower, went to my room, picked up my phone, and deleted both photos and the video.

//You can’t do that again.//

I hit send, even knowing it was a bad idea. This is what she wanted… she wanted me to send her that message, to talk to her again, but now I was afraid that if I didn’t she would keep sending me that stuff and that I… that I would keep looking.

//My Bitch: You came pretty hard, huh?//

A snarl twisted my lips.

//And what the fuck gives you that idea?//

//My Bitch: Because it took you like, twenty minutes to get back to me.//

Dammit, she had me there. I could practically feel that bratty smirk on her face. I wanted to have her here so I could fuck it right off of her like I usually did, except… that would kind of defeat the purpose.

//I’m serious//

//My Bitch: So am I//

I raised an eyebrow at that.

//About what? Sending me nudes and cumming on camera?//

//My Bitch: About being with you.//

“Fuck, not this again,” I muttered.

What did it take to get it through her thick head that I wasn’t going to take her back? This wasn’t a healthy dynamic and never would be! We were both alphas, we’re literally born and bred to be with omegas, or at the very least a specific subset of beta.

//My Bitch: You can’t make me give up, alpha.//

//WHY?!//

//My Bitch: Because we belong together, I belong to you, I don’t care how creepy that sounds, it’s true! No one will ever be better for you than me!//

I hung my head for several minutes, staring at her words and trying not to hear them echoing in my ears.

It wasn’t much use trying to hide how much I wanted her. She knew it just as well as I did that I… I cared about her a lot more than I ought to, and it was never worse than when I was awake in the middle of the night.

My bed felt so much colder and emptier than it really was.

I wanted to feel her in my arms. I wanted to feel Rainbow curled up against me, that soft, slightly raspy snore of hers settling in her chest as she buried her face against my chest or neck, drowning herself in my scent as if it were the only way she could sleep in peace. I wanted to feel her pressed up against me, her whole body, and I wanted to feel the way she wrapped herself around me again.

And I… I just…

I missed her so much.

//Go to sleep, Rainbow.// I finally sent as my reply.

//My Bitch: I won’t quit.//

I sighed, then typed out my response.

//Yeah, I know, now go the fuck to sleep.//

I changed my phone to silent, hit the power, and set it face down on my table as I yanked my covers over myself and curled up in my empty bed.

Sleep did not come easily or, I suspect, really at all.

Like, I had vague recollections of losing consciousness and then jerking awake, and then passing out into that weird, half-dream haze again before repeating the process another dozen times until finally, around six in the morning, I finally got sick of it and peeled myself out of bed.

I was sweaty, slightly sticky, and hard as bedrock.

My dick, apparently, was convinced I was back with Rainbow, and that I could just call her up to take care of me like I used to. I never should have let myself get that used to having someone sate me on the regular like that, because now every morning was an exercise in abject misery.

Alphas were supposed to fuck semi-regularly, but I’d always been a one-omega kinda gal and Fluttershy wasn’t the sort of omega you just dicked down whenever you felt like it.

I meant it when I said I wanted to treat her right, which meant waiting, and honestly I was happy to for more than one reason. Practicality was one side of it, we couldn’t form a bond that was too strong, otherwise, when she left in a week or so, it would be agony for both us as our instincts raged at us to get back to one another.

The bigger part, though, was just that I never wanted her to feel like I expected her to be my sex toy or something, the way certain other alphas acted around omegas.

Fluttershy deserved better than that.

So I jacked off in the shower, tidied up, and got dressed.

The day was warm as I stepped outside and I’d bet it was set to get warmer. Summer was encroaching at its slow meandering pace, the heat of it blunted by the chill of the great Lake Canter that soaked up the cold of winter and bled it out over the months leading up to the warmer seasons.

It was still cool enough that I wore my jacket, and it was early enough that I could get to the CCU campus on my motorcycle without much traffic.

Parking was still a pain in the ass though, with all the early class students having taken the good spots. Still, I found a decent motorcycle spot near the front, parked and started towards the cafe that was just down the hill from the campus where I’d agreed to meet Fluttershy.

Sunlight streamed down over the city as I made the walk, and it was a clear, crisp kind of day that was made for taking deep breaths.

I was still tired as fuck, though, which I blamed on Rainbow.

It was still a half hour til Fluttershy was supposed to be at the cafe, so I opted to go in and order a cup of coffee while I waited. I needed the caffeine pretty badly anyway.

The Garden was a popular little spot with the few university students who knew it was there. To anyone passing it looked like a quaint little house with a raised porch, and only the wooden sign hanging from a post like an old style tavern gave any indication that it was anything more than someone’s residence.

The owner was a kind, funny old female omega named Telltale, who I guessed was probably in her sixties but it was kind of hard to tell. She was the sort of person who aged gracefully, so she could've been much older and I’d never know it.

Telltale didn’t serve any of the sugary, half-milkshake drinks that most of the other coffee spots did, but she made a mean cup of black joe, the kind you could enjoy without sugar or cream because it was brewed just right. There were little add-ins of course; carafes of the aforementioned cream and cups of sugar, along with sweet scones, fresh muffins, as well as her shop's modest claim to fame, which were these charming little jam-filled pastries shaped like blooms called Flower Tarts.

I munched on one of the tarts as I sipped at my coffee and watched out the window.

My mind wandered up and down the streets of Canterlot, and they strayed towards the neighborhood of Whitetail more than once, where I knew she lived.

Why did she have to make this hard on both of us? It was already painful enough, but refusing to let go was just causing more pain. Rainbow deserved better than someone who had used and abused her, and she sure as hell deserved someone whose go-to word for her wasn’t ‘bitch’.

So why-?

“Good morning.”

I nearly inhaled my coffee, and spluttered as I looked up to see Fluttershy standing beside the table I’d sat down at, her usual cup of steaming tea in hand.

Wiping at my face with a napkin, I stood with a sheepish laugh and leaned in to her. Fluttershy nuzzled against my neck softly, exchanging scents in the casual, familiar manner of a courting pair.

“Morning, beautiful,” I brushed my lips over hers, and she kissed me back, a gentle press of lips that left tingles behind where they touched.

“Starting without me?” She asked in mock hurt, and I rolled my eyes as I pulled out a chair for her, letting her sit before taking my own seat back.

“I need my morning coffee,” I replied blithely, “so yeah, kinda.”

“I guess I’ll forgive you this time,” Fluttershy put a hand over mine and smiled as she sipped at her tea, and slowly, her gentle smile became softer and more concerned.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “You look tired.”

“I…” I started to lie and tell her I was fine, that I wasn’t tired, but it would’ve been a pretty poor lie honestly. “Yeah… I’m exhausted, actually.”

“What’s wrong?” The clear worry in her eyes hurt. I didn’t deserve that, not after last night especially.

“Do you want the truth or a pleasant lie?” I asked with a wan chuckle as I took another sip of my coffee.

“Truth, thank you,” Fluttershy said firmly.

I sighed. I knew that’s what she would say, and I didn’t want to just lie to her. That didn’t mean I had to give her all the gory details, and I sure as hell didn’t want to out Rainbow Dash as being the source of my problems. Fluttershy and Rainbow were friends, she didn’t need to know what was happening to her… and I didn’t really have the courage to tell her what I’d done to her friend.

“My ex was texting me last night,” I admitted quietly.

There was a faint squeak from the cup Fluttershy was holding as she gripped the handle tighter.

“Is everything… okay?” Fluttershy asked quietly. “Are they bothering you?”

I scoffed softly. “I’m fine, she’s not.”

Fluttershy frowned at that over her teacup. I didn’t flinch away from her blue gaze though, I met it cleanly. If she wanted to see the sins in my eyes, she was welcome to, I’d earned that.

“What do you mean?”

I turned my mug in my hands a few times as I considered where to start, then finally opted for a truncated explanation as I took another drink, swallowed, and shrugged.

“It was a bad one,” I replied finally. “The relationship was unhealthy, toxic, basically abusive, even if no one ever threw a punch or raised their voices, it was still… yeah.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy said softly, reaching out again to take my hand. “I’m glad you got out of that, then.”

I blinked at that, her tone catching me off guard. It took me a moment to realise what she meant and when I did I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, drawing a surprised look from Fluttershy as I pulled my hand away.

“That’s… really flattering,” I said dryly.

“What is?”

Another sip of bitter black coffee passed my lips which were cut to a humorless line.

“That you think I was the one being hurt,” I clarified, and Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “It’s not like I was trying to hurt her… it just… I think we were just really bad for each other, you know?”

“How do you mean?” Fluttershy asked, her voice more gentle now.

“I think… that I was everything to her,” I continued. “She didn’t know how to say no, and I didn’t know where to stop… and I went too far too many times.” My hands clenched to fists. “I treated her like garbage, manipulated her… I was pretty horrible, actually, but in the moment I didn’t even think about it, it wasn’t until a lot later that I realised how bad I’d gotten.”

“And she left you?” Fluttershy guessed, to which I laughed again, an even more broken sound that put a look of real worry on Fluttershy’s face.

“Fuck no,” I waved a hand dismissively as I leaned back in my chair. “I left her because I finally realised how badly I was treating her, and she still doesn’t get it! She still doesn’t see how much of her I broke.”

“Oh,” Fluttershy sat back in her own chair and stared down into her half-full teacup for a moment before glancing back up at me with renewed interest. “That’s… that’s why you’re so careful with me, isn’t it?”

“Hm?”

“You’re so gentle with me,” Fluttershy pressed. “You’re always making sure I’m okay, and always being patient, and trying to talk to me and make sure I’m alright with everything… and that’s why, or am I wrong?”

I frowned into my coffee for a few minutes, but couldn’t find a particular argument against Fluttershy’s reasoning. I hadn’t really made the connection, but I suppose she wasn’t wrong.

“I guess,” I shrugged as I took another sip. “Just wary, maybe.”

“It means you want to be better,” Fluttershy offered a little more brightly. “And, uhm, I think the fact that you left her means you wanted her to be happy and healthy, even if it wasn’t with you.”

“She deserved better than what I was doing to her,” I spoke roughly, my voice raw and tight, and Fluttershy put a calming hand over mine.

“I know,” she said gently.

Her kindness was probably more than a little wasted on me, and I was about to tell her so. Except, the words that came out of her mouth next stole every other sound from my throat.

“You must have really loved her.”

CRACK

Let me tell you, it takes some real force to crack ceramic with pure grip.

The small amount of coffee left in my mug spilled between my fingers to pool onto the table as the shards dug painfully into my skin. I barely even felt though, because I was too busy hyperventilating.

“Sunset?!” Fluttershy was up and at my side in an instant. “Sunset what-?!”

“Don’t!” I snapped, and she recoiled from the venom in my tone as I glared at her.

Slowly, I stood up, set the shards down, cleaned up the spill, and walked over to the front counter to apologise to Telltale for the mess and the broken mug. The look of worry on her face neatly mirrored Fluttershy’s as I insisted on paying for it until she couldn’t say no any more.

“Sunset?” Fluttershy began cautiously as I stepped away from the counter and made for the exit with slow and slightly unsteady steps.

I made it all the way to the door before I finally had to stop and take a real breath, and it made my head spin. I gripped the handle and leaned against it hard, only staying upright through force of will.

Sunset I-’

“Don’t touch me,” I hissed, and Fluttershy drew back, pain on her face as she pulled her hand back against her chest.

She stared at me with a kind of agonised, pleading expression as I pushed the door open and stepped outside, breath deep of the warming early summer air before staggering out to the steps of the porch and slumping down onto them, burying my face in my hands.

Her footfalls were feather-light as she moved to my side, and she softly shuffled her skirts as she sat down beside me, but I didn’t look up.

I couldn’t.

So we just sat there. For better than half an hour we sat there, with people moving past us up and down the stairs, in and out of The Garden, until finally I found my voice again.

“You’re wrong,” I croaked.

Fluttershy turned to me, although I felt it more than saw it since I couldn’t bring myself to raise my head quite yet.

“About what?”

“I didn’t love her,” I said hollowly.

“Are you sure?” Fluttershy sounded like she didn’t believe me, which was fair. I wasn’t sure I believed me, but I had to try.

“Love doesn’t look anything like the things I did to her,” I said, my voice flat and hard as a tempered blade. “Love doesn’t hurt someone like that.”

Fluttershy looked pensive for a moment before sighing, leaning against me, and looping her arm through mine.

“Sorry,” Fluttershy said softly, and I sighed before leaning my head against hers, taking her hand, and lacing our fingers together.

“Don’t be,” I replied. “You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s just a sore subject… I think being with her made me realise that I’m a lot worse of a person than I wanted to believe.”

“I think you’re okay,” she said gently, turning her head up as she did to kiss my cheek.

I snorted a little and shook my head, hugging Fluttershy tight against me and turning to bury my face in her soft, pink hair. That floral scent filled my nostrils, but as pleasant as it was it just wasn’t the same as the scent of rain and fresh-cut grass.

“Are you going to be okay?” Fluttershy asked quietly, and I nodded.

“I’ll be fine,” I sighed and carded my hand through my hair. “It’s just… raw.”

“I kind of wish I wasn’t leaving so soon now,” Fluttershy said, leaning her head back against my shoulder. “I’m worried about you.”

“You deserve to spend some real time with your dad,” I replied, shaking my head. “I told you, I’ll be fine.”

There was something sad in her eyes as I said that, and I could really account for it. The expression was gone a second later though, vanishing so quickly I couldn’t be certain I’d really seen it as she brought a hand up to my cheek and let her soft palm linger on me.

“I care about you so much, you know?” She said gently, and I smiled at that. At least that much I could accept.

“I know,” I put my hand over hers. “I’m going to miss you, Flutters.”

She giggled lightly, and in lieu of a reply she drew me down into a kiss that was long, slow, and sweet. Her lips and tongue tasted of flowers and the green tea she’d been drinking, and my hands found her waist as we deepened the kiss and she leaned into me.

“I’m definitely going to miss that,” I said cheekily as we parted.

By the time we got back up the hill to the campus our respective classes were about to start. I opted to accept being a little late to my own class to walk Fluttershy to hers, which she chided me for.

She let me do it anyway, though.

The petty part of me relished the jealous looks I got from everyone, walking hand-in-hand with Fluttershy through the halls.

As we reached her class, she leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but I caught her before she could get close enough, slipped one arm around her waist and the other around her back, dipped her low enough to make her squeak in surprise and grab my shoulders for support before planting a passionate kiss on her lips

She wore a look of shocked delight as I pulled her upright, and she wobbled unsteadily on her feet.

“See you later, gorgeous,” I shot her a shameless wink, turned, and started down the hall, purposefully ignoring the incandescent glares I was getting.

Look, just because I’m insistent on treating Fluttershy right doesn’t mean I’m not alpha enough to flaunt my beautiful omega in everyone’s faces, okay? I like to think of it as being proud of my omega.

Definitely cemented a few more enemies today, though.

I was almost to my class when my phone started buzzing in my pocket.

“Wonder if Flutters- Oh come on!”

Rainbow Dash’s contact detail was flashing on my screen. She didn’t actually think I was going to pick up did she? I told her it was over, I told her we were through! What was it going to take to get her to start living her own god damn life again?!

I ignored it, silencing the vibration and stuck the phone back into my pocket as I stepped into class and sat down.

Damn it. My concentration was suddenly shot. My hindbrain was growling at me to go to my bitch and make sure she was okay, but my instincts were basically a bunch of monkeys in a cage banging bones together for all the good ideas they came up with.

My phone buzzed once, then twice.

Against my better judgment, I pulled my phone free of my pocket just enough to see the backlit lock screen.

One Missed Call

One Voicemail

Fuck.

The best choice would be to just delete it, but a part of me was worried about her. A bigger part of me than I was strictly willing to admit, actually.

I try to ignore the voicemail and focus on my classes. I’m not falling behind, but I’ve been more distracted than ever lately between the crap with Rainbow and the fact that Fluttershy was leaving for almost half a year.

Damn it Dash.

She should have been here in class, but I hadn’t seen her almost at all.

I was getting seriously worried about her grades, actually. I’d seen her on occasion but only in passing, and to be honest she’d looked pretty bad.

I wanted to say she’d looked messy, but it was worse than that.

Rainbow was always kind of rough-looking, but this was different. Lately she looked grimy, haggard, and unshowered.

Between the voicemail squatting in my inbox like a belligerent wino and my concern for Rainbow’s wellbeing, the day dragged ass. I was barely able to keep focus enough to stay on top of my classes today, and although it wasn’t as bad as the day I’d broken it off with Dash, it was bad enough that I still noticed.

My limbs were leaden by the time I left my final class of the day and the evening light was growing dim as I stated the slow trudge towards the parking lot. The day had started on a… well, not a high note precisely, but it hadn’t been bad.

Now though? It was looking like it was going to end that way.

Ding

I frowned, fishing for my phone again and pulling it out. That wasn’t Rainbow’s chime, which I remembered I still hadn’t changed. I kept telling myself I would and kept failing to do so, but then I guess that’s just the story of these last several months regarding Rainbow Dash.

//Flutters: out of class?//

I smiled faintly, and typed out my reply. //Just now, yeah.//

//Flutters: Wanna come over?//

My eyebrows slowly rose up to my hairline as I read, then reread, the short message. There wasn’t a lot of text, but there was plenty of subtext, at least assuming I wasn’t reading too much into it.

But I mean, what kind of self-respecting alpha would say no, right?

//Sure, be there in a bit.//

//<3//

I lowered my phone, my brain moving a mile a minute. To date, Flutters and I hadn’t gone further than going down on each other. In part it was because we hadn’t wanted to risk something like a marking happening before she left, and in the back of my head I knew it was probably a good idea to keep to that.

Then again, I was definitely not against getting my dick wet.

Choices, choices.

Fuck it, I already knew the choice I was going to make. I’m an alpha and an omega was asking me to come over to, presumably, get her engine going. If this was something Fluttershy definitively wanted then who was I to turn her down?

Feeling substantially better about the day, I slung my leg over the saddle of my ride, fitted my helmet on, and gunned the engine, rolling it out of the lot and opening up the throttle as I hit the asphalt.

Fluttershy lived up in the Canterlot Heights, the second-ritziest part of the city next to the Gold Coast, and it mostly consisted of little McMansions set into the sides of the rising foothills that lead up to Mount Canter northwest of the city. The roads that wound around the hills are narrow and scenic, and I enjoyed the ride through them as I made my way up to Fluttershy’s place.

I’d only been there once, thus far, and that was to pick her up for one of our dates. I’d been surprised to find that she had her own riding leathers and everything, and I suspected she’d picked them up solely for the sake of riding with me. Leathers like those were expensive too, but then again she was the daughter of a multi-millionaire director so I suppose it wasn’t even a drop in the bucket.

As I rolled up to Fluttershy’s home, I was struck again by the suspicion that her family was definitely rich enough to live on the gold coast. I suspected that they only didn’t because Fluttershy would have been miserable being that far, and that much removed, from the rest of the world.

That place really is its own little echo chamber of rich snobbery.

There was a wide open roundabout in front of Fluttershy’s home, and the three-story mansion was flanked on all sides by flower gardens. Posts of climbing ivy, bushes in full bloom, and so many roses.

I parked by the front entrance and pulled off my helmet, swinging my hair free and carding my fingers through it to loosen up the snarls I’d gained during the ride before dismounting, meandering casually up the steps of the front porch to the door, and knocking sharply a couple of times, pulling out my phone to shoot Flutters a quick text as I did.

//I’m here.//

//Flutters: I’m up in my room <3//

Cinderblock answered the door as she replied.

That wasn’t his real name, his real name was actually Grindstone, which was so hilariously close that I’d thought Fluttershy was fucking with me when she told me, but no.

“Afternoon Mister Stone,” I smirked up at him, and he stared down at me with that same impassive expression he always did.

“Welcome back Miss Shimmer,” he rumbled, his voice was as gravely as his name, and colored with a thick Manehattan accent. “Miss Shy’s in’er room.”

“I know.”

I shot him a wink, passed him my jacket and helmet, and strolled past him towards the stairs. I wasn’t sure if he had valet duties, but my general rule when entering a new place was to act like I owned it, and it had worked out for me pretty well thus far.

“Thanks, Stone,” I gave him a cocky wave, “don’t wait up!”

Fluttershy’s room was on the second floor, and I skipped steps to get to the upper landing. Maybe I was imagining it, but I thought Fluttershy was being extra flirty over text. I wondered if she was actually…

I took a deep breath as I approached her room.

“Down girl,” I muttered. “She may have just wanted to talk before she leaves, just relax.”

I rapped my knuckles against her door lightly, and a muffled voice answered.

“Sunset?”

“Yeah,” I called back, “you decent?”

“Come in!”

I opened the door and stepped inside, Fluttershy’s pervasive floral scent filling my nostrils as I crossed the threshold. Her room was done in soft pastels that were easy on the eyes, there was at least one potted or vase’d flower on every flat surface and absolutely none of that was registering today because my throat had locked up and my tongue had glued itself to the top of my mouth at the sight of the room’s sole occupant.

Fluttershy was lying sideways on her bed, and it was clear that she was very naked, with only the thin sheets covering her up to her chest and one arm laid languidly over her generous curves.

Her long, flowing river of pink hair covered her blushing cheeks, and the look in her baby blue eyes somehow contrived to give her an expression of innocence despite her state of dress.

“Hi,” she said softly, batting her eyelashes at me as she gave me a shy little smile. “Wanna close the door?”

I swallowed hard, unsticking my tongue as I nodded dumbly, elbowed the door shut, locked it and moved forward dazedly.

“You uh,” I cleared my throat roughly as I got closer. “You look…”

“Good?” She offered.

“Delicious.”

Fluttershy blushed beautifully, and slowly tugged the sheets down, letting more of her soft, creamy curves show.

“You could, uhm… you could join me,” she said quietly, still smiling. “If you want to, I mean.”

If I want to?

I’d have to be castrated and dead not to want to join her.

Numbly, I doffed my leathers, then my boots and socks. By then I had made it to the edge of the bed, leaving a trail of discarded riding leathers and was just throwing my shirt and bra to the floor, when Fluttershy sat up, letting the sheets fall away and causing another hard twitch beneath my belt line.

“Here, let me,” Fluttershy said gently as she moved off the bed, lowered herself to her knees, and unbuckled my jeans.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered as she tugged them down and freed my cock.

Without missing a beat she had my length in her hands, gripping it tight enough to make me moan as she stroked up and down with teasing slowness.

I barely had time to get my brain gear before I felt the soft petals of her lips, followed quickly by the wet heat of her mouth, on my cock as she took several inches at once.

“Oh shit!” I gasped and dug my fingers into her hair while she bobbed her head back and forth.

My alpha instincts were screaming at me to take her and sate myself. It was an ordeal not to just grab her by the back of the head and start fucking her mouth, but I fought down the urge and let Fluttershy lead.

Her soft tongue played along the underside of my member as she sucked me off. She had told me the night of our first date that she liked doing this, and holy hell had she not been joking.

I rocked my hips forward in time with her movements, letting out soft moans as my cock reached the tightness of her throat, only to pull back into the wetness of her mouth, and then return.

Fluttershy’s hand cradled my sack for a few moments before moving it between my legs and back to my ass where she slipped a finger inside, drawing a guttural growl of pleasure from me.

Look, most alphas like a little stimulation back there, okay? I’m just willing to admit it.

It didn’t take long, Fluttershy knew what she was doing, and after a few more minutes of her bobbing her head on my cock, sucking and fingering me, I let out a sharp gasp, fixed my hand around the back of her head, and bucked my hips as my load filled her mouth and throat.

Fluttershy swallowed with slow, heavy gulps, and I was vaguely aware of her free hand going down between her legs to play with herself.

“Fuck,” I groaned, sagging slightly on suddenly wobbling legs. “That was- oh shit!”

I was going a little soft, but was still hard enough that Fluttershy took the opportunity to keep me that way by abruptly deep-throating my cock.

She pulled back just as quickly and looked up at me with a smile that was far too innocent for what she just got finished doing to me, and slowly licked her lips.

I took several deep breaths, my once-more fully erect dick settled against her cheek, and then grabbed her by the hair and worked a smirk onto my face.

“My turn.”

I let go, dropped to a knee, scooped my arms around her, and heaved Fluttershy up into my arms while she squealed in delight, then laid her out in the bed with her legs hanging over the edge at the knees.

“Suns-eeeee!” Fluttershy went beet-red as I dove between her legs, running my tongue up her soaking wet slit, and fixing my lips onto the sensitive nub, giving it a few rough licks between suckles.

Fluttershy’s legs locked around my head like a vice, keeping me anchored there as she bucked her hips wildly against my mouth. One thing I had learned over the past month was that, for such a sweet and quiet little omega, Fluttershy sure was loud in the sack.

I worked two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out as I pleasured her, and in seconds I was rewarded with a splash of sweet cum across my lips that I eagerly lapped up.

Maybe it was just a trick of biology, but omegas always tasted sweet to me.

I didn’t stop, Fluttershy was about as insatiable as I was, and once was never enough, but before I could really work up a tempo, her hand came to rest on her forehead and pushed.

“S-Sunset h-hold on,” she gasped breathlessly, and I drew back in surprise.

“Flutters? What’s wrong?”

I stood and moved up next to her, and she just smiled, laughed, and shook her head.

“Nothing,” Fluttershy said as she buried her face against my neck and breathed deeply. “I uhm… I just… wanted to maybe… uhm…”

“Fluttershy?” I cradled her in my arms as she stammered, then clammed up, then took another deep breath and looked up at me.

“I w-want you inside me,” she said softly.

My eyes widened.

“Flutters are you sure?” I asked gently. “You don’t have to… and if you’re leaving then-”

“S-So long as you don’t knot, it’ll be fine,” she replied, then looked away. “But uhm, I know that’s asking a lot, and if you don’t think you can then we can just… you know…”

“I can control my knot well enough,” I said wryly. “You’re sure?”

“I am,” she nodded, a small, gentle gesture. “I want you.”

I took a deep breath of my own, then nodded and steadied my arms around her, pulling her up onto the bed fully, then moving over her.

“Sh-Should I, uhm, turn over?” Fluttershy asked.

“No,” I said as I straddled her, put a hand in either side of her head, and rested the head of my cock against her entrance. “I don’t want to risk marking you in the heat of the moment… it would make you miserable until you came back.”

“R-Right,” Fluttershy sounded almost disappointed as she shuddered, lust glazing her eyes as she felt me press against her.

Those omega instincts of hers were taking over. The instinct to take my mark and my seed both, to give herself completely to me, and to let herself be knotted.

My pheromones must have her head swimming by now, but she was smart enough to know I was right. If she were in heat it might be a different story, but unlike me her suppressors were a lot more reliable.

“Just relax,” I whispered against her ear as I lowered my weight onto her. “I’ve got you.”

Fluttershy nodded frantically before wrapping her arms and legs around me and burying her face against my neck, taking long, slow breaths of my scent.

Nothing calmed an omega like the scent of a powerful alpha.

Slowly, I pressed my cock against her slick opening, and slid inside. I was gentle, and took my time, going inch by inch until I was hilt deep inside her warm depths.

Fluttershy whimpered in delight at the sensation, and the moment I felt like she had gotten used to me, I began to move.

I thrust in and out of her, first slowly, then speeding up to a steady tempo. It took her a moment, but soon Fluttershy was gasping and crying out as she rolled and bucked her hips in time with me.

She must have been right on the edge because she came quickly, her wet cunt tightening around my rock hard length as she climaxed.

I wrapped her in a tight embrace and sat up, levered her up into my lap as I rolled my hips and pressed my lips to hers.

Fluttershy moaned against my mouth as she rocked herself up and down on my lap, her instincts driving her forward, and I moved my hands down to cup her soft, lovely ass to support her as she bounced up and down on my cock.

It wasn’t long before she was clenching around me again, her pussy gushing another stream of cum as she kissed me deliriously.

Her mind must have been blank with pleasure by now, and she probably wouldn’t have even noticed if I had started to knot. Or she would have and then would have immediately tried to get the knot inside her as her omega instincts demanded that she let herself be bred.

I couldn’t knot her, though. She was trusting me to take care of her the way she wanted me to. No matter how she was now, with her mind soaked in hormonal lust, she was trusting me to be careful with her.

And I was.

I kissed her. Her lips, and her cheeks, and her neck, down to the swell of her breasts as she arched her back in pleasure.

Fluttershy’s body was perfect. She was an hourglass of supple, flawless curves. She was the perfect omega; submissive, loving, and absolutely beautiful, and I ran my fingers up the curve of her hips to the small of her back, scraping my fingers along her skin, and drawing out more moans and soft, pleasant cries of delight.

“Alpha… alpha…” Fluttershy moaned quietly as she rocked her hips. “Breed me, alpha… f-fill me up and breed me!”

I wouldn’t, but I didn’t say that. That wasn’t what her omega instincts wanted to hear.

Instead I laid her out flat, pinning her to the bed by her wrists, and began to take her more roughly.

Fluttershy cried out in ecstasy, her legs still wrapped around my waist, locking me tightly in place. This felt right to her, I knew… it was the feeling of a powerful alpha dominating her, filling her over and over again.

She came again and again, and each time she tightened around me she would cry out.

It took me… Quill… better than an hour to reach that same peak.

I don’t know why, but it was like I was fighting something in the back of my own head until the sensation overwhelmed me and I finally buried myself to the hilt and came hard, filling the shivering mess of an omega that was Fluttershy to the brim.

Without my knot, my seed spilled from her as I collapsed against her.

She curled around me, instinct driving her to hold herself in contact with her alpha inasmuch as she could. I returned the embrace, pulling her close against me and kissing her.

Her responses were mostly automatic, the instinctive act of an omega responding to her alphas affections. It helped though, and in moments she was nestled against me, her heavy breathing slowed to purring exhalations as she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

It was a place I couldn’t follow yet, but I was happy to hold her as she drifted away.

Fluttershy purred against me as she slept, and it was a satisfying feeling knowing I’d made her happy, and that she’d enjoyed herself so thoroughly.

The act itself though?

It wasn’t… bad. The sex had been fine, Fluttershy had been wonderful, soft, beautiful, and everything an omega was supposed to be, and of course I was sure she would be oh-so-impressed at my self-control in the morning, keeping from knotting her as I did. I would preen and act the pompous alpha shithead, too, because I wouldn’t be able to tell her the truth. I couldn’t just humiliate Fluttershy by telling her the urge to knot her had never even come over me… that my knot had never even risen.

That the sex just hadn’t satisfied me.

No, instead I’d been left with something in the back of my head that was itching and scratching away. Restless energy was still coursing through my arms and legs, only now it was like even my own body didn’t know what it wanted.

It had an omega asleep next to it, one that it had just fucked for over an hour straight, and the air was drenched in the combined pheromones of us; of a potent alpha and an equally potent omega. It should have been a perfect recipe for the best night of sleep of my life and I couldn’t even manage to get my eyes to close without the buzzing in the back of my head becoming intolerable.

Night had fallen completely by now, the moonlight streamed brightly through the cracks in the window curtains of Fluttershy’s room, and suddenly I felt like I was boiling. I was too hot under the blankets, and even Fluttershy’s minimal body heat was starting to get me sweating.

It took some doing, but I managed to get myself shifted out from under Fluttershy. I was lucky she was so tired, otherwise her omega instincts would have kicked her awake the moment I was out of arm’s reach.

If we’d been bonded it would have done it anyway.

“Shit,” I muttered, sitting up naked in her bed my body temperature started to slowly rise.

It wasn’t my rut, at least, but it was still too damn hot. My body was telling me I needed to get some, conveniently ignoring the fact that I had already done just that.

“What is wrong with me?” I buried my face in my hands as I took several deep breaths.

I’d been asking that question far too often lately, and frankly I was starting to get tired of it.

I grabbed my phone out of my discarded jeans and opened it up, not really intent on doing anything in particular beyond maybe scrolling MyStable or something else equally mindless.

The little red dot icon indicating a pending voicemail hovered tauntingly above my Call app. I still hadn’t listened to Rainbow Dash’s message and I probably shouldn’t bother, especially if it was anything like what she’d sent me last night.

Ugh, it was probably just a voice recording of her getting herself off.

Or maybe she was in trouble and needed help.

Damn it. That cinched it, so I turned the volume down low, got up and paced to the window as I held up the phone to my ear and hit play.

Beep

One. New. Message.

My phone's robotic voicemail rattled off the timestamp of the call and the incoming phone number, both of which I already knew, and then gave another crackling beep as it began the playback.

My heart froze in my chest as I heard sobbing on the other line. It wasn’t harsh or frantic, just… heartbreaking. It was the kind of ragged, heavy-chested crying of someone who'd had too much and there was nothing left to them but to try and squeeze it out of themselves via their tear ducts.

//S-Sorry,// Rainbow started before sniffling miserably. //I uhm… I’m not okay, Sunset… I know I t-try and act like it, but I’m really not okay without you.//

“Dash,” I held a hand to my mouth to keep my voice from carrying. “Come on, you’re… you’re stronger than this.”

//I know you said you were hurting me,// she continued, //but you weren’t… I’m just… I miss you-// her voice dissolved into more tears, and I swear I could feel my heart trying to rip itself out of my chest. //-and I know it’s stupid, but I miss you… you weren’t hurting me okay? I liked being with you and I… I need you… I need my alpha.//

By this point Rainbow Dash wasn’t the only one crying. I was actually afraid I was about to crack my phone with how hard I was gripping it.

//Please come back,// her voice was high, pleading, and wet with grief. //Please… let me come back…//

The message trailed off into more crying, slowly becoming more incoherent until the message cut off. That had been in the middle of the afternoon, so she would almost certainly be asleep by now, but it didn’t change how badly I wanted to go to her side, to kiss away the tears, and lay beside her, and tell her that she was my good little bitch, and that I would always take care of her.

I wiped at my cheeks, silently cursing myself for crying over something like this, but at the same time I was becoming less and less certain breaking off matters with Rainbow was a good idea. I’d been so sure of it when I’d done it… I’d been absolutely sure that if she were just out of my proximity for long enough, she would go back to normal.

Now I had to face the terrifying prospect that this, whatever this is, was the new normal for her.

I had to face the knowledge that I may very well have broken Rainbow for good.

Whatever had happened, I would deal with it later. Fluttershy wasn’t going to wake up to an empty bed, not after giving herself to me like that. I had already hurt someone badly enough, I didn’t need to compound my karma with her.

So I laid back down beside her, forgoing the sheets as the little warmth Fluttershy gave off while she was snuggled up against me was more than enough, and almost too much.

I didn’t sleep for a long, long time, though.