Just a Blowjob

Just a Blowjob
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Rainbow Dash stared through the mirror to see through herself. It'd been the strangest finding of her life. Standing before a mirror one day, she was thinking, a feeling of uselessness whispering its insecurities... yet her muzzle exposed nothing.

How could that be? Her hoof laid on her cheek, a push to the side, the glass doubling the reflection of her grin. This thinking mare was the same reflected in the mirror. That was her. What other ponies saw and experienced. The girl on the other side of the glass was herself. That was her.

Rainbow Dash shook her head of these useless thoughts and settled her hooves in place. Smoothness caressed her soles as the dirtied floor always seemed to be polished over. Least the bar knew how to take care of its bathroom.

Her gaze flicked back to the screen above the sink and stared at herself again. Leaning in close to touch her face, working out its details, seeing perfection, feeling none of it. Sounds of flushing thundered behind. Click of stall doors followed. Mares trotted out to the sinks, washing and glancing at her—snickering.

"Gonna ask for your own autograph?"

Rainbow Dash laughed without tossing a glance. "I couldn't afford it."

The pitch of the resulting laugh stung the ears. It was the hollow sort, a reach too high, the forcing of air to reach a sound. The group walked by with a flick of their manes. All they saw was the cocky Rainbow Dash checking herself in the mirror. The usual perception was usual.

She glanced down at that. Nothing in her head could be seen on her face. So why the worry? Nervousness wouldn't peek through. All he'd see was the confident Rainbow Dash being a casual tease to appease her lease for a good time.

Just be Rainbow Dash.

The mare trotted out from the bathroom to the bustling state of the bar, a couple of shoulders brushing against her own, ushering her into the current leading into the lobby of the bar. Her face shot around—not quickly as to imply desperation—but slowly.

Though her eyes twinkled on finding him.

He was easy to find because he was the one that didn't belong here at all. Two stools consumed beneath the tightness of his derriere. The dragon sat before the sprawling counter of the bar, alone, back covered in a long-jacket. His elbow rested on the wood, leaning in, thin gloves clinging to his claws.

Rainbow Dash had been walking toward him, that was until she was doing so no longer. Sadness flushed throughout her nerves with an overwhelming sense to complete the trip. Her mouth opened, jaw slack, lungs used, vocal cords not.

Everything ready to produce words.

Yet her voice did not come through.

What was wrong with her? Another shake the head saved her from that state. Glancing around showed a space afforded around her, ponies clearing out of the way, a token of respect for her. The great hero and the beyond attractive mare. Stallions at the pool tables ceased in their strike, risking the glance at her.

Any of them could be hers.

And she liked them all. One stallion had been dressed in a vest with a spiky mane, richly black, sleek in a shine wiping an effect into her heart. It wasn't a matter of question. No stallion was above her. Rather she could pick and choose and there'd be no challenge.

Because she was Rainbow Dash.

"Huh? Rainbow? That you?" That voice was cool and calm, frozen over for it spoke it slowness but, at its center blazed a contained kindness. Her head swung over to the counter where Spike had turned. He leaned on his stools toward her, a balancing act, supported, with a claw on the counter. "I didn't know you frequented a dump like this. You still too cool to sit with an old friend."

A flick of her mane would make everything okay.

Because the effect stunned others.

And gave her seconds, precious moments, to catch her breath.

"You and I were friends before?"

Few gasps whispered throughout the lobby as some attention fell on the dragon. With a roll of his head, he clasped a claw over his heart, gripping it, exhaling a dying breath. "How she wounds me! Already rejected by the great Rainbow Dash."

Sickening. Disgusting. Cause to vomit and fall apart. It'd been said in joke and jest and not to invest in it. But she did. Her mind spawned a thousand thoughts spanning a million paths. Everyone laughed and she was doing the same. Since when had she become an image instead of a mare?

An image instead of a friend.

The course of the bar slowly returned to its usual ebb and flow as ponies resumed their previous activities. Quickly attention was placed on her; quickly attention was taken away. It'd been what her Self lived on before. Inconsistent highs spiked in-between consistent lows.

Would that be what she staked her life on?

"Now then." Spike coughed as he sat forward, coming to hold his claw to the side. "I'm tempted to pat this stool next to me. But I don't want to play the fool twice. If I make the offer... will you reject again?"

He was still so terrible at flirting.

"What? Sore about that already?" Rainbow Dash giggled as she ambled to the offered stool. Her forelegs wrapped around the provided wrist, holding it on hoisting herself up, her rump clambering onto the seat. "Nothing to take shame in! It's not even personal either. Y'know how many stallions I've rejected over the years?"

"Enough to hopefully start a fan club? It'd be nice to get an invite to something." Spike sighed with a shake of his head. His claw reached for his mug and flew it toward his lips. He downed it, persistently, eyes close from the coming euphoria. "Mmhmmm."

Rainbow Dash couldn't help but giggle. She turned forward and leaned back in surprise. A tall glass of golden foam stood on the counter before her. Behind that, the bartender winked, stepping away to another hollering guest.

Her order, known, around the world.

"Aaah! Now aren't you just special?” Spike knocked his glass into the counter, twisting in place, eyeing her drink. "Took me a solid few to even get served. Guess lovely mares run the world?"

Rainbow Dash chuckled out of the side of her muzzle. She compressed into herself, a weak foreleg around her mug. Pulling it close, she took a sip, the pleasant, chilling burn of alcohol releasing its relief across her tensed body. Few sips and she was pulling away purring.

"W-Whoa! Hold still for a sec." Rainbow Dash blinked as she turned, freezing, as his face consumed her vision. Sleek purple scales only inches away. His eyes hung inches above, causing her own to raise. Dimmed emerald but with a twinkle of brightness behind them. "You've got a mustachio."

Digit of his claw swiped across the furs above her lip. It flicked even that on its pass. Rainbow tensed on feeling held, being caught, the contact of something streaking across her coat and skin. Blushing cheeks threatened to expose her.

"There we go." Spike pulled back with a genuine smile. "Though now I think you looked cuter with it." He turned back in his seat and returned to his beer. "Ah well. Least you have an idea for a photo-shoot if you end up in one again."

Rainbow couldn't repress the beating of her heart, not even with a hoof pressed against it, stopping it from bursting out. How could he say those things so easily about her? Her greatness in most aspects was a well-known fact.

Maybe knowing he didn't stand a chance... allowed him to be open on such things.

“And how about you?” Rainbow fired back with a sidelong glance and pulled closer her drink. "Jacket and vest. Jeans and shoes. Gloves too." She risked a gulp of the drink and, on being filled by it, went for another two. Slamming it on the table came with an exhale followed. "Everything's tighter than tight on you. Where are you coming from?"

"Hey hey hey! Don't cramp the style!” Spike flicked his head back and tossed a digit to point at his chest. "So what if I like it if clothes hug me? Harder to find a mare willing the same nowadays." He slumped to the side and flicked a claw upward. "Report ought to cool no matter the scoop! Ah, Celestia, Twilight's voice is still in me—isn't it?"

Rainbow beamed and pressed her hooves an inch apart. "Just a little." She laughed herself silly and slapped those hooves on the counter to the shifting of their drinks. Clinks of glass. Her genuine happiness inflicted subtle sorrow on him. "I-It's nothing bad! Allows me to remember there's still a little twerp inside that body of yours." She blew the giddiness away in a breath; her words and actions mattered. "Not many factors letting me know you're the Spike I knew as a kid, y'know?"

Spike turned to face her. "What are ya talkin' about? Nothing changed since then!"

Her eyes flicked from his feet to his head and the incline of her neck was quite the climb. "You sure about that?"

Spike rolled his eyes as his head twitched about. Slice of a smile cut across the center of his lips. Firm and plush and composed of shifting scales. Behind them loomed his teeth. Fangs. Dim inside that maw but glinting at the first light. How so easily they captured her.

"I mean our roles haven't changed! Give it some thought, will ya?" Spike's gaze settled on his lap for a second as his expression was stolen away. "I'm still the dragon chasing after whatever is important in the world." He glanced back at her. "But you? You are important. Ponies come to you."

He grabbed his drink and held it to her. "In the grand scheme of things... nothing's changed."

Rainbow wanted to protested that. But nothing breaking the image was allowed to escape. Her friends, the important ones, were back at home—Ponyville—with their lovers. As she'd gotten bigger, they remained small. They enjoyed their life. Content from it. Doing as they were supposed to do until the end of their days.

Something crashed onto her shoulder. Rainbow's muzzle shook upward until gazing into emerald eyes inches away. She drowned in them. They reflected her face. Tired and worn and unable to go on. Somehow they saw what the mirror didn't.

"Hey... you okay? Have too much to drink?" Spike glanced around the bar and saw over the heads of ponies. Was he searching for help or something helpful? His worried gaze fell upon her. "It is a bit crowded here. Come with anyone here?"

"N-No... nothing like that." Rainbow blinked as she looked down her chest. Would this be it? Could she pose her question? She was a good looking mare. He was a good looking dragon. They didn't have to be anything more for intercourse; no personality needed. "Just, uh, h-hitting that time of the season."

"O-Oh." Spike stared without backing away, flicking to the claw on her shoulder, narrowing his brow. "Suppose I should stop touching you now, hey?" He blinked faster for even her to catch the amount. "I totally, one-hundred percent, did not say that."

Rainbow couldn't handle the proximity and turned her head. She coughed. Cutely. "N-Not that kind of the month... deal. It's, um, the other one." She swallowed and proceeded to choke on that. "The one needing, uh, to be touched."

Now it was her turn for the blurring blinks.

Spike seemed to have taken the hint as his claw ripped itself from her shoulder. He leaned over the counter again, rapping the wood with his knuckles to the arrival of the bartender. A single digit shooting upward netted him a refill. Quickly he chugged it before the foam could even settle. His long tongue wrapped around the rim to collect the excesses.

During this state, his eyes glanced to her, mouth open and tongue out, the two, blinking, before turning away from each other. His tongue slurped back inside and he blew out steam. Seconds passed in silence. Watching him was a show. His digits scratched his cheek, wrapped around to his neck, reaching upward, rubbing everywhere.

Rainbow Dash knew a jest was supposed to come here. Joking flirt to get things going on. Spike was an old friend, now matured, a dragon promising a unique fuck. She was the kind of mare to walk into a bar, select a guy, nailing him in the bathroom. That's the perception this bar possessed of her.

It allowed her to be like that if she wanted to. Ponies already accepted the fact she was that kind of mare and come around to ensure her reality went accordingly. It didn't matter if she felt it or not. If she was really like that or not. What mattered was what happened. If she wanted a good fuck, she would get a good fuck.

"Y'know, Spike, you've turned into quite the dragon." Rainbow sat up on her seat and wiggle comfortably into place. She could feel the wiggles of her rump followed by the compression of her softness over the seat. That, and his glance at it. "Tall. Strong. Lean." Harmless giggle tossed in. "Finally learned how to dress well too."

Spike offered a forced smirk. "Hopelessly chase a fashionista for a decade or two..." He sighed heavily. "...and you're bound to learn a thing or two." He wasn't like her. Rainbow could see his faltering to keep appearances. "Just what is it you're getting to?"

Rainbow laughed lightly to herself, inching to the left, enough to brush the side of his arm. "Just how we're both adults now. None will give us trouble for blowing off a little steam. You with me?"

Spike clenched an eye and jerked away. "R-Rainbow? You’re saying... with me?"

"Not any other guy I'm talking with tonight." She leaned onto her hoof set on the counter and, with the other, traced swirls across the rim of her drink. "You're the one who caught my eye tonight. No shame in having some fun, right? Or are you too nervous to tackle the great Rainbow Dash?"

So that's where the image of confidence had come from.

Spike had glanced at her from over his shoulders, wanting to say or do something but, as he kept there, remained still in doing nothing. His head tilted downward and his eyes shone in blue light. He breathed a chuckle. "Guess it would just be a matter of time, huh?"

Rainbow blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I mean in getting every guy you want." Spike kept hidden from over his shoulder. "Just take who you want and enjoy them for a night. I've always been safe because I wasn't of age. But guess that's changed now."

Why was she like this? Everything in her body demanded to cut the joke and speak of the truth. What prevented her from asking for a hug? To be swept in those arms and held into that chest and to fall blissfully asleep with those talons coursing down her hair?

"It's not... quite like that." Rainbow turned her muzzle away. "I'm not some gal that goes sleeping around. Just know how to pick the good ones. The decent ones. Ponies I'm sure I'd have an alright night with."

Spike continued staring into his drink as if searching its surface. In finding nothing, he drank all of it, a mighty few gulps until the glass was cleaned. Laying it on the counter again, he turned on his stool, fully looking at her. "And... you don't have anyone else to spend the night with?"

"You kiddin'? Check this bar? I have this whole bar of ponies to spend the night with." Her eyes clenched on the words, and yet, her body didn't follow through on the action. She'd kept smug in her expression as always. No falter whatsoever. "Just none else I want to spend the night with." She shook her head not to clear her head, but rather, to keep within the act. "Hold a sec. Why are you so hesitant to get with me anyway? Scared you can't handle me? Or... not a lot of experience in that regard?"

Spike shrugged. "You can checkmark the latter on your report."

An explosion of joy opened her mouth in revilement. The giggles dropping through wounded him indeed—but that wasn't their intent. The poor mare hadn't expected to find another like herself. Maybe, if she played her cards right, this would be her ticket to learning the real thing.

To become like her image portrayed.

"Hey, c'mon, y' know I wouldn't play you like that." Rainbow rested a foreleg on his shoulder and thanked Celestia as it wasn't batted away. Warmth complimented the smoothness of his scales as her spine shuddered in the contact. It'd... been too long since she felt someone last. "I'm just lookin' for a casual fling to get me through the weekend. Hard to go back to work like this. We're friends, right?"

He nodded. "Of course we are. I'd do anything for you."

Rainbow smirked. "And I've got your back too. Nothing wrong with good friends having some fun." She glanced around the bar to the steps to the second floor. It entered a hallway of private bathrooms spawning the rumours about her. Ones, ironically enough, never visited. "I make you feel good. You make me feel good. Little touchy-feely until things go back to normal."

Spike did his best to smile through this. "And let me guess. You'll teach me a thing or two?"

"From the sounds of your love life?" Rainbow's head bounced sideways as she clicked her teeth. "More than a few. But like I said. I got your back! Weekend with me and you'll be slaying mares without even needing a sword."

Spike kept silent for a good few seconds, wanting to say something, but holding himself back. A few seconds more and he gave up in that regard. "My new weapon is my dick, isn't it?"

"It'll be slapping mares across the face in no time."

"Even yours?"

"Nah—my face is bigger."

"Did... did you just try to compare—"

"Don't think about it." Her hoof tugged on his shoulder. "Now c'mon. Let's go!"

And so the two rose from their stools, wobbling together until their sides were pressing, walking, one foot after one hoof, through the crowd of ponies. Some of them cheered and others jeered at seeing the superstar do her usual stuff.

All while the virgins headed toward those sacred washrooms.