Author's Note

Sorry for the wait. Fimfiction was down, but you probably knew that.

013 - Pegasi of a feather

“So Gilda’s been sick.” Dash commented as she unlocked the front door. “Got some flu or something. If she was healthy, no doubt we could’ve walked in on her and CC fucking.” She stepped aside to let Cloudy go in first.

“Sounds like a fun place,” Cloudy quipped, walking past Dash and giving her a wink. And a pinch to the cutie’s butt with a hand.

“Hey!” Dash yelped, before following her in. “Hey guys, I brought someone home.” She called out.

“Cool.” Came a called out reply from Gabs.

Fluttershy poked her head out of the kitchen. “Oh hi. I’m Fluttershy. Gilda got taken to a checkup by CC, they’ll be back in a bit. It’s just us two so far. Snow’s working.”

“That’s fine,” Cloudy said, using a wing to pull Dash close and peck her on the cheek. “This cutie thought I should meet her friends before I take her out on a proper date,” she explained to the butter mare.

Flutters came out of the kitchen and walked over to the pair. “Dash, are you going to introduce your friend?”

Dash jumped. “Right. Flutters, this is Cloudy.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Cloudy said, extending a hand towards Fluttershy.

Flutters shook it. “Mmmhmmm.” She nodded. “Gabs is in the middle of watching something. Gabs, want to come out and say hi to Cloudy.”

“Hi.” Came the call from the living room.

“That’s probably all we’re getting.” Flutters rolled her eyes.

“I’ll take it,” Cloudy chuckled. She then glanced over to Dash. “So, what were you planning on wearing on our little date?” she teased the prismatic mare, even going so far as to smirk at her in an attempt to fluster her.

“Well…. I’ve got some stuff here.” Dash said with a small blush. “Does it really matter?”

“Dashie, don’t you want to look nice for your date?” Flutters said with overemphasized gasp.

“But she’s right here.” Dash gestured at Cloudy.

“Mhm, and I can wait for you to pretty yourself up,” Cloudy said. “But if you take too long, I might come up and...help you.”

“I don’t do make up and shit.” Dash pouted. “I’ll throw on something nicer, but that’s it.” She said, starting upstairs.

“Knowing her, it won’t be more than a few minutes.” Flutters giggled.

“That’s cool,” Cloudy admitted, before asking the big question. “How long has it been since she went on a date?”

“Why are you asking me?” Flutters blinked. “I have no idea.”

“Eh, she just seems nervous and all,” Cloudy pointed out with a shrug. “I mean, it’s cute, but you’d think someone with a body like hers would be a bit more confident in herself.”

“Dash, you’d think.” Flutters nodded. “She’s always had confidence issues.”

“Huh.” That was a frown. “Hmm. Well, I can see this going one of two ways,” she elaborated to Fluttershy. “I can help her with these issues…”

“Or?” Flutters raised a brow.

Cloudy smirked. “I can use them and make her scream my name later tonight. Making her feel like she’s flying while I have her on her back on the bed~”

Flutters flushed pink. “O-oh. W-well, why not both?”

“Cause I’m pretty sure in a week I’d have her wearing a nice little collar if I decided to use this advantage,” Cloudy elaborated.

“Probably the former is better.” Flutters paused. “But only after tonight.”

“See, that’s the thing,” Cloudy hummed. “I’m not so good with restraint.”

“Well… Dash has been taking a little bit.” Flutters said with a hum.

Cloudy grinned and looked for, found, and made her way up the stairs. Time to ambush a cutie~

Dash was none-the-wiser, busy changing into something a little more casual, yet on the nicer side of the clothes she’d brought over. Why she hadn’t fully moved in yet was a question on everyone’s mind.

She was currently standing in her underwear looking through her various t-shirts, when a noise made her ear flick. Someone had just opened the door.

There was a moment of silence, of tension building, before Dash was tackled around the waist and impacted the bed at speed. She bounced before realizing what, or rather, who had ambushed her.

“Hello cutie~” Cloudy grinned down at Dash. “How nice of my present to unwrap itself~” One hand trailed along Dash’s side, while the other played with one of her wings.

“H-hey!” Dash yelped. “I-I thought you were supposed to take a lady out to dinner first?!”

“I was never good with proper order...or patience,” Cloudy mused aloud, leaning down and grinding against Dash. “Mmm, but if you want me to stop, I’ll do it,” she admitted. “Just say the word, cutie…”

There was a momentary pause. “Did you close the door at least?”

One of Cloudy’s wings snapped out, and the door shut itself. “Done,” she said, one hand going for Dash’s panties. “Now, let’s get you fully out of these clothes so I can see how loud you can squeal~”

“C-careful! I still need to wear those some time!” Dash tried to shimmy out of the panties while still being under the other pegasus.

“Cutie, when I’m done with you, you’ll go commando to save time when I say to bend over,” Cloudy promised.

“I dunno about that.” Dash mumbled as Cloudy tugged her panties off. “Gonna get the bra too, or is my flat chest not appealing enough?”

“Oh, well if you want to be fully at my mercy…” Cloudy teased, one hand slowly working its way up Dash’s chest to sneak under the bra. “You know, I’m fairly sure that no matter your breast size, you have the same number of nerve endings. Which means if I do this…”

A pair of Cloudy’s fingers found one of Dash’s nipples and started rubbing it.

Dash let out a breathy hiss.

“Well it sounds like they’re getting along okay.” Flutters glanced towards the stairs.

“Well I suppose that’s good.” Gabs commented, looking at Flutters then at the stairs.

“Hopefully they’ll be done by the time Gilda and CC get back.” Flutters hummed.

“Oh, maybe instead of them getting dinner we could make them dinner? Or something. I don’t know.” Gabs furrowed her feathery brow in thought.

“No, that’s a nice idea.” Flutters smiled at the hen. “Have any ideas?”

“Mmmmm tacos.” Gabs said with a grin.

“Well those aren’t too hard.” Flutters nodded.

Cloudy was impressed. She wasn’t impressed easily, she had a demanding job, she had no shortage of ponies who thought they had talent.

She’d also had no shortage of dates in her life, and they’d fallen before her stamina.

Dash, on the other hand, was incredibly resilient to the idea of becoming a pliable puddle of mare drenched in afterglow.

Not to say Cloudy hadn’t tried. She’d used every trick she knew to make sure the cutie felt good while keeping her pinned under herself.

But something about Dash’s nature kept her stubbornly clinging to coherence.

“I think I’m gonna enjoy trying to break you,” Cloudy purred, trailing a finger along one of Dash’s wing bones.

“Good luck.” Dash slurred a little. “I dun break easy.”

“Maybe if I get that stud you talked about to fuck your ass while I worked your pussy, we’d break you together,” Cloudy mused out loud. “Oooh! Or I could get a strap-on to double-team you with him!”

Dash paused then hummed. “Only on stream. Gotta keep the money rolling in.” She chuckled.

“Good, I’ll go get a pussy-wrecker once I leave,” Cloudy said with a nod. Wait, she was serious? “I’ll make you my little cute bitch before the week’s over.” That was a peck to Dash’s cheek as the other mare sat up. “For now, let’s get you dressed for dinner,” she hummed.

There was a knock on the door. “So it wasn’t posted but, we saved and archived your first time together.” Came Flutter’s voice. “You know, in case you wanted to relive it.”

“Thanks Shy.” Dash sat up, stretched, then stood and looked around for where her underwear had got thrown to.

“Looking for these?” Cloudy teased, bringing a wing up with Dash’s panties dangling from them. “Ah ah,” she said, jinking it out of the way of the other mare’s hands. “A trophy for me, I think,” she teased. “After all, I might want to remember the mare that didn’t break...at first~”

“Oh fiiiine.” Dash groaned and bent over to pull a new pair out of a drawer.

“So, question,” Cloudy said, folding her wings back. “You’re like, living here, yeah? I mean, you’ve got clothes here, it looks like your stuff’s here. You’re not uncomfortable with the idea of being screwed on camera all the time?”

“Eh, it’s kinda half and half.” Dash shrugged as she put a bra on. “I have my own place, but I got a room here if I want to stay over. As to the cam stuff, I mean, Gilda did it, and it was hot. So did Flutters, and that was more hot. So, why not me?” She shrugged again, stepping over to her closet to sort through some shirts.

“Fair, fair,” Cloudy lay on the bed and watched that cute butt. “Okay, other question then. Why keep the other place if you’ve got this one? I mean, with cute chicks and that stud you talked about earlier, why not stay here for the hot company and less bills?”

Dash tugged on a gray t-shirt and shrugged a bit until her wings got through the holes. “That… is a good question. Think it might be because I just don’t like the thought of moving. Packing things and moving things just sounds tiring.”

“Pfft,” Cloudy snorted, rolling onto her side. “Cutie, tell me where you normally live, I’ll get a group of studs around to pack up your stuff for you and move it here in a day. You’ll wonder why you didn’t move more often once the beefcake show starts.”

“I live in a complex downtown.” Dash replied, pulling a pair of shorts on.

“Take me there first, I’ll get a team together tomorrow and you’ll get a nice show,” Cloudy commented.

“Sounds good to me.” Dash nodded.

Dash came down the stairs, startling Flutters. “Hey,” Dash spoke up. “We’re going to swing by my place real quick then…. I don’t know, Cloudy has something planned.”

“Sounds good. Gabs and I are working on dinner. If Cloudy wants to, she can stay for dinner, you know, once you come back. Eh, if you come back.” Flutters giggled, smiling at the pair.

“Might take you up on that offer,” Cloudy quipped. “I’m gonna put this mare through the wringer in a bit.”

“Didn’t you already do that?” Gabs called out, while Dash tried not to blush.

“Different plan this time,” Cloudy said, snagging a hold of Dash’s wrist. “Let’s see how good you are at laser tag, cutie.”

“Wha- Hey!” Dash yelped as she was dragged out of the house.

“Laser tag.” Flutters blinked. “That’s different.”

“Sounds like a great date to me.” Gabs shrugged as she shredded a block of cheese.

Dash’s place wasn’t anything special, nor was it some run down slum. It was just a small, two-story, brick building. Dash’s apartment itself seemed to consist of a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The kitchen was well kept, so was the bathroom. The living room looked barely used, and her bedroom was a bit of a mess. Mainly just clothes piled up around her hamper. She had a few movie posters, a few Wonderbolts posters, and a few scattered trophies from school. Beyond that, her apartment was rather barren.

“Told you it wasn’t much.” Dash shrugged.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Cloudy mused. She tapped one hoof as she thought about how to go about this. Maybe she could have the clothes washed in a laundromat on the way. And most of the effects scattered around would make for good decoration around the room she had set aside at the other place. And any pots and pans or the like would probably be welcomed in the other kitchen. Yeah...this could work.

“Okay,” the mare eventually said with a smile. “I know a few stallions. They can pack your stuff up and have it moved to your other room over there, no problem. I’ll even toss them some cash to get the laundry washed on the way. Sound good?”

“Eh… Sure?” Dash blinked. “I mean, why not?” She shrugged.

“Plus, I know a stallion who’s wicked smart,” Cloudy continued. “If you’ve got a lease agreement, or a renter’s agreement, or whatever, he’ll get you out of it. He’s pretty good at legalese.”

“Sure.” She shrugged again. “Fuck it.”

Cloudy blinked a few times, before turning to Dash. “If you don’t want to, I can just...not call the team in,” she offered. “You sound less than enthusiastic about the idea.”

“I don’t know? Maybe I need some time to think about it?” Dash sighed. “I probably should talk with the guys to see what they think before I just fully move in.”

“Ah...fair point,” Cloudy winced. “Still, offer is on the table. I’ll put out some feelers to see if they’ll all be on board in case you tell me you wanna move.”

“Well thanks for that anyway.” Dash said, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, I tend to move fast when I have a plan,” Cloudy admitted. “I thought you’d just agree, but I tend to forget that other ponies have other plans they might want to do in their lives.”

“And I tend to have a stubborn streak so we’ll have to see how that meshes, or doesn’t.” Dash snorted a chuckle.

“Idunno, I thought we meshed pretty well,” Cloudy teased.

“Oh, ha ha.” Dash rolled her eyes. “We did that way, sure.”

“Plus I could teach you all the martial arts I know,” Cloudy continued. “Just to help with your...flexibility.”

“You’re like a walking, talking sex joke, you know that?” Dash said flatly. “I like to fuck, but damn.”

“Hey, if you’re not going at full throttle, then why not?” Cloudy shrugged. “Now come on, the laser tag’s a few blocks over and I wanna see how good you are at tracking me down and stamina.”

“Sounds good to me.” Dash nodded. “Never thought I’d play laser tag again, but here we go.”

Dash’s heart was racing. This wasn’t just any laser tag. This was a warehouse with multiple buildings covered in bright, multicolored paint. She also could barely see shit, even with the blacklight drenching the whole “town” in an eerie, foggy, purple haze. She’d expected some kind of upbeat techno music to be playing, not this angry rock/metal score that was almost deafening.

Her back slammed into a corner and she stared down at her laser rifle. (Yes, rifle. Not some dinky little pistol thing.) The little LED counter showed ten shots left. She didn’t really think about conserving ammo when she started. Didn’t help that Cloudy camped the recharge station when she tried to go get more earlier.

She hadn’t seen a mare get this competitive since AJ in grade school.

A part of the haze swirled a little. Was that Cloudy moving? Or just an air current...it was hard to tell in here. A mistake could mean another shootout.

Dash aimed and squeezed the trigger at the distorted fog just once.

Nothing happened.

And she was down to nine shots.

Another swirl off to her right, and the moment she turned to look at it she saw another distortion in the fog to her left as well out of the corner of her eye.

Dash hummed, sighed, and closed her eyes. SHe’d be happier if Cloudy just stopped playing with her.

She got her wish not a second later. Cloudy impacted Dash at speed and pinned her to the wall, one knee between the other mare’s legs as she smirked at her plausible marefriend. “Got you~” she teased.

“And there you are.” Dash grunted, feeling the vest dig into her back.

“Mhm,” Cloudy nodded, one hand going to one of Dash’s wings and teasing the feathers. “Noticed my trick?” she asked. Her other hand was on her rifle, which was pointed directly at Dash’s chest. Meanwhile her knee lifted up a little and started to grind between Dash’s legs a bit.

“Thing with the fog.” Dash commented, frowning at her.

“Yup, I might teach you later,” Cloudy quipped. “Maybe. Depends.” She leaned in and smirked a little more. “So...what do I get from my prisoner now that I’ve caught you?”

“This.” Dash pulled the trigger, making Cloudy’s vest let out a high-pitched squeal. Instantly the lights came up.

“Damn,” Cloudy swore. “Well, guess you win this round,” she admitted, starting to take the gear off. “And that’ll teach me for trying to tease a cutie in the middle of combat, I suppose.”

“Don’t tease me when I’m in the zone.” Dash chuckled, smirking at her.

“So...what will the victor have as her prize?” Cloudy asked in a sultry tone of voice.

“Dinner.” Dash said bluntly, giggling at Cloudy’s pout. “This just made me hungry.”

“Welllll, I could take you out to a place I know, but I dunno if I want to,” the other mare huffed, crossing her arms and looking away.

“Counter-offer. I take you back home, you can meet everybody else, and you don’t have to spend any money on food.” Dash replied.

“Your housemates any good at cooking?” Cloudy questioned.

“Yep.” Dash nodded.

“Well then I suppose it’ll work,” the other mare sighed. “Fiiiine. And you’re not really responding to my teasing, which is really throwing off my game.”

“Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t in the mood?” Dash asked.

“Well, I mean, maybe,” Cloudy giggled. “I sorta wore you out earlier, didn’t I?”

“Yes. Yes you did.” Dash nodded. “I hate to admit it, but I really am a one and done girl.”

“That’s fine, I’ll just ambush you tomorrow morning and get all the sexing done right away,” Cloudy quipped.

Dash face-palmed. “Oh fuck me.”

“That is the idea, yes,” Cloudy agreed with a nod and an evil-looking smirk. “Now, should I bring my vibe or the strap-on…”

Dash started towards the exit. “You can stop any time.”

“You’re right,” Cloudy agreed. “You’ve got a perfectly serviceable stud already. I can just bribe him into screwing us both.”

“Sooooo, this is Cloudy.” Dash gestured at Cloudy as the pair stood in the kitchen.

Gilda slowly blinked from the dining table. “Hey.”

“She got some stronger cold medicine.” Flutters explained as she set the table. “It knocks out her symptoms, but she’s a bit more fuzzy than normal.”

“I feel great.” Gilda smiled stupidly.

“That’s great.” Dash smiled.

“I didn’t see you earlier. I’m Gabs, you’re pretty, and I hope you treat Dashie right.” Gabs waved from her seat.

“Oh yeah, I treat her very well,” Cloudy purred. “Sadly, she’s boring right now, but I’m sure you’ll hear how well I treat her in the morning.”

“So, we’re gonna have to get used to waking up at six AM again.” Flutters nodded, walking back in forth from the kitchen, bringing in various bowls of taco fixings.

“I mean, one option is Dash doesn’t sleep over if we want to sleep in,” CC commented from the kitchen. “Another is soundproofing her room.”

“I like the second option!” Cloudy chimed in. “Means y’all can film me making her squirm more often!”

“She’s a bit into this whole thing already.” Dash gestured at Cloudy.

“Hey, nothing wrong with that.” Gabs shrugged.

“As long as both of you enjoy it.” Flutters agreed.

“Oh, I love making her make funny faces,” Cloudy smiled. “And funny noises. And trying to wear her out.”

“Well, I can see why you like her.” Gilda chuckled, smiling at Cloudy.

“She also wants to borrow CC at some point.” Dash brought up.

“I mean, we’re both lacking in the whole dick department,” Cloudy explained bluntly. “And I kinda want one in me at some point.”

Gilda blinked at the. “CC?” She waved a talon at the pair. “Thoughts. Go.”

“Okay,” CC poked his head out of the kitchen. “Why me, specifically?”

“Well, Dash says you’re the stud she slept with before going into the relationship game,” Cloudy returned. “And she had nothing but glowing reviews.”

“I was unaware we were rating my dick,” CC deadpanned.

“It’s a good dick.” Gabs commented.

“Excuse you, it's a great dick.” Gilda frowned at the other hen.

“It’s quite nice. Long, girthy, full-bodied-” Flutters started.

“It’s a penis, not wine. You don’t need to go that overboard.” Dash groaned.

“And you seem like a nice enough stallion to be attached to such a good dick,” Cloudy riposted. “So eventually I’m gonna want to steal a foal out of it, maybe sneak one into Dash. Can’t do that without one.”

“Could we maybe eat and forget about sex for maybe ten minutes?” Dash shook her head with a long groan.

“I mean…” CC hummed. “As long as Gilda doesn’t mind the idea, I have no problem with spreading love around to anyone who wants it. And that’s the last I’ll say on the matter, to keep Dash sane for the time being.”

“Thank you.” Dash sighed as she pulled out a chair for Cloudy.

“But CC’s massive cock though.” Gilda giggled.

“Oh My Faust!”