Spreading Your Wings and Hersby CrowleyChaptersPart 1Part 2Part 3 [Mature Warning]Part 4Part 1The cloud bursts into vapour and raindrops as you hurtle through it at full pelt. You can hardly hear a thing, save for the high-pitched whistling of the wind through your ears. You keep your eyes tightly shut; opening them would probably sting falling at this speed. As for your wings, they remain folded, fixed by your sides as you freefall further and further down. Speeding beyond the last of the clouds, you take the risk for opening your eyes just a crack; the cold and wind is just about bearable to see properly. That’s good. You need to be able to see the ground when it‘s- oh heck no, it‘s much closer than you thought! For a split second, a nasty shot of panic jolts through you, almost - almost - causing you to open your wings from fear. Not yet. Not before she does first. You crane your head to the side to see if she’s still there… yes, there she is, falling at the same speed, right behind you. Her mane and tail whips around furiously in the wind, making a blur of colours that seem to leave a trail behind them. Her pale-blue wings are, like yours, folded neatly by her sides, ready to spring open at just the right time. Her facial expression is that of a focused, passionate artist, her mouth twisted into an ecstatic smile. Rainbow Dash is loving every second of this! Ignoring your watering eyes, you turn back to face the ground you’re tearing towards at an alarming rate; you can even make out the outlines of other ponies walking the streets of Ponyville clearly! And you’re only getting closer and closer to the earth, making it harder and harder to resist the temptation to level-off with your wings and… OkayscrewthisIgiveuppullbacknow! You release your wings, flailing them wildly to prevent yourself from crashing into the grass just yards away from you. As luck would have it, your panicked flailing technique keeps you airborne, slowing your decent until you come to a stop in mid-air. Phew- SWOOP! Rainbow Dash, wings still firmly by her sides, dives past you at full speed! She’s fallen too far, too fast! Your face contorts into a look of grief and fear when you realise that you can’t stop her at this point! Your eyes widen in horror as she speeds straight down towards the ground! There’s no way she can stop herself at this rate! She’s gonna crash! She’s going to crash and there’s nothing you can do to save her… Before your mind can even process what’s happening, Dash’s wings unfurl as fast as lightning, and with a graceful twist of her outstretched body, her path bends at an almost ninety-degree angle, to the point where she’s flying directly parallel to the ground, just inches below her! Moments later, she doubles back around towards you, before coming to a mid-air stop, hovering next to you. “Heh, looks like I win again, rookie!” she smirks, playfully flying circles around you, “First it was Cloud-Clearing, then Flying Manoeuvres, and now I beat’cha in Freefall Chicken! Talk about a whitewash of the week, huh?” You nod uneasily, “Uh… yeah, you… you win again, I guess,” you croak, lowering yourself to the ground and landing firmly on your own four hooves. You’re still getting over that stupid, crazy stunt she just pulled - what if she’d opened her wings half a second too late, or failed to change direction like that? You visibly shudder just thinking about it… “Alright, what’s wrong, rookie?” Rainbow Dash sighs, landing next to you, “Is it ‘cause you lost? Don‘t worry, I‘ll let’cha choose tomorrow’s game!” “Nah, it’s not that, Rainbow,” you shake your head, keeping your eyes focused on the floor, “I’m just a little shook up from back there.” “Pfft! You’re shook up? Seriously?” Rainbow Dash scoffs, “But you chickened out long before you were gonna hit the ground! Did you see how close I was to it? Way closer!” “I know, I saw,” you mutter under your breath, “That’s exactly the point.” “Huh?” “Nothing.” Dash’s eyes narrow slightly as she scans your face, trying to figure out exactly what you meant by that. “Rookie, look at me for a minute,” she says, trying to get a clear look at you. Your eyes remain fixed on the ground. “Rookie, I’m serious. Look at me,” a hint of sternness can be heard in her voice at this point, as she takes a step towards you. Still avoiding her eyes, you glance down at her hooves in front of you, but refuse to look any higher. She raises one of her fore-hooves off the floor, places it under your chin and firmly pushes your head up so you can look her in the eyes. Those strong, stunning, reddish-purple eyes. Those eyes that could calm down anyone from panicking. Those eyes you can’t look away from any more… “I’ve been learning how to fly since I was a filly, you know that,” she explains, “It’s really sweet that you care so much, but I know what I’m doing when it comes to dangerous stuff like that. It’s cool, alright? Just chillax.” “Uh… okay,” you concede, still transfixed on her, “Sorry about that.” “Hey, no problem!” she chirps, snapping back to her dynamic, energetic self, “Listen, I gotta go now, need to clear some of the clouds drifting over from the Everfree Forest. But if you wanna meet up at my house tonight, we’ll chat about this later. Say, seven-ish?” “Seven?” you repeat, just to make sure you were hearing things properly; is Rainbow Dash actually inviting you to her house? “At your place? Sure!” “Great! See ya there!” and with that, she launches herself off the ground, ready to make a beeline for the Everfree Forest. “Oh, by the way, rookie…” she calls out, “Your eyes are still watering from the freefall stunt you did back there! Just sayin!” and in a sudden blur of colour, she’s gone. Rainbow Dash thought your eyes were just watering from the stunt? Perhaps it‘s better not to correct her on that; they were welling up from the thought of losing her. Part 2 It has to be said; Rainbow Dash’s house sure is a wonder. You gaze up at the latest change to Dash’s cloud-crafted home. Due to it being made mostly from clouds, it’s easy for a Pegasus to bend and change the house to his or her will. And this is one heck of a change she’s made! A cosy, five-story tower, complete with a conservatory on the upper level. Her trademark colours (in other words, the whole spectrum) run in bright streams and puddles of rainbow extract around a base cloud the house resides on. Standing just outside her door, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Putting on your most confident face, you raise a hoof and use it to strike the door three times. Knock-knock-knock. … … … no answer? Maybe she’s not home now. But then again, she DID say seven. And it’s five-minutes-past by now. You decided to purposefully turn up five minutes later than the agreed time, in an attempt to not seem too eager. Heck, she said seven-ish after all. For a moment, you wonder if you should knock again. Would that be rude? Perhaps she’s just taking her sweet time to open the door. No, that wouldn’t make sense, not from the fastest pegasus in Equestria. “Hey, rookie! Up here!” Your ears twitch when you hear Rainbow Dash’s voice call seemingly from nowhere. You crane your neck upwards to find her leaning out of a window ledge several floors up, waving her fore-hoof to get your attention. “Just fly up here, pal, no need for the whole ‘door’ shtick at my place!” Springing yourself off from the cloud-floor, you feel your heart beating in time with your wings as you fly upwards, and rising as high as you are. Man, lucky Dash can’t read your mind, she’d call that all kinds of soppy! When you finally reach the window ledge, she extends her fore-hoof out to help pull you inside. And what kind of guest would reject the kind hoof of a mare like her? Setting your hooves down on the solid-cloud floor, your eyes take in the contents of the room you’re in. Various posters of flight-teams, athletes and musicians were plastered across the walls, a signed Wonderbolts poster taking the most space. Two mare-shaped mannequins stand next to her remarkable trophy cabinet - one mannequin is wearing a thin, golden crown with wings protruding each side, and a golden neck-accessory with a ruby lightning bolt. The other a carefully crafted, flowing rainbow-themed dress, that looks like it was specifically made for Rainbow Dash herself. “Sorry I couldn’t answer the door just now,” she casually explains, “I was just cleaning up the place for when you arrived. This room‘s usually a mess, y‘know!” The thought of Rainbow Dash’s room being messy doesn’t surprise you very much - as much of a perfectionist as she was with her flying, she never really focused on her own tidiness. Why look tidy when you can look awesome, after all? “I’m just glad you invited me over, Dash. I’ve never been inside your house before,” you reply, then, for the sake of conversation, “So how was your little trip to the Everfree Forest?” “Not too bad. Since I was just breaking some clouds from there, I didn’t have to go into the forest itself.” Rainbow tells you, pulling herself onto the side of her bed, “Which is always a good thing, especially since almost everything in there’s trying to eat you or something.” “Really? It can’t seriously be that dangerous, can it?” you ask. You’ve never fully explored the forest on the outskirts of Ponyville, and the few times you had visited there, you didn’t go deep enough to tempt any real danger. “Oh, it’s dangerous all right!” Rainbow Dash pats a free space on the side of her bed, telling you to sit down next to her. “This one time, my friends and I came across a Manticore, and lemme tell ya, it was angry! So, my pal Rarity…” Before you know it, you’re sharing personal stories and memories with Rainbow Dash as she enthusiastically recounts the strange and hazardous encounters she and her friends had come across, from kicking a dragon in the face to taking on the dreaded Nightmare Moon herself, from saving the lives of countless citizens of Ponyville to overcoming the mind games of a chaotic draconequus. Whether or not she was over-emphasising some of these dangers, you couldn’t tell - you weren’t even around for most of them, after all. Being so enthralled by her presence, her attitude, her laid-back, cheery voice, you hardly notice the light from outside the window slowly grow dark as you both talk and laugh throughout the evening, and into the night. “…beat a cockatrice in a staring contest! A cockatrice!” Rainbow Dash laughs, thinking back, “Of course, I wasn’t there to see it myself, but the look on little Scoot’s face when she was telling me all about it? Never saw her so terrified and excited all at once, I wish I could‘ve taken a picture!” “Heheh, yeah, I can only imagine!” you grin, before a serious thought slipped into your head, “So, Dash, how many more of these crazy adventures do you think you‘re gonna have?” “I dunno,” she places her fore-hooves behind her head and looks upward in a thoughtful expression, “I’ll just take things as they come, I guess.” Just take things as they come? Is she joking? “I’m just wondering, cause all of these things you do with your friends… what with dragons and hydras and bears made from stars…” you can feel Rainbow Dash’s eyes burning as they stare at you, “…it all just seems kind of… dangerous.” Deep down, you were surprised you were able to get that last word out. Side-glancing towards Dash, your blood freezes when you see the mildly irritated, unimpressed expression on her face. “I get it now, rookie.” she says flatly, “I see what this is about. You’re obviously worried that one day I’m gonna fly right into a giant monster’s mouth, or forget I have wings when jumping off a cloud, or do something stupid that involves an early retirement from the living. I‘ve already told you, I know what I‘m doing when it comes to flying, even more than you do! I don‘t need somepony to hold my hoof every time a Manticore gets a thorn in its paw!” Her eyebrows are furrowed in a sense of impatience as she gets this off her chest. “But Dash, maybe being a whiz at flying isn’t gonna get you out of every problem!” you reason, trying your best to disregard the vein that suddenly appeared on her forehead, “You know I wouldn’t be saying this if I didn’t care-” “And what if I don’t want you to care? Did ya think of that, huh?” Something inside your chest shatters without warning as she snaps those words at you, causing you to visibly double-take. You suddenly feel a bad-tasting chill stick in your throat, before numbly resting in the pit of your stomach. No amount of energy could get you to so much as move your facial muscles, let alone speak. “What if I don’t want to spend the rest of my days kicking clouds so some ponies don’t have to complain about the weather? What if I actually want to do stupid, risky things like the Wonderbolts? And what if I don’t want somepony to breathe down my neck every time something… goes… wrong?” her rant trails off when she notices your unmoving, unchanged expression. Well, mostly unchanged, except… “R- rookie? Are your eyes watering again? Why are they-” her eyes abruptly widen as it dawns on her. “Oh. Oh my gosh.” An awkward silence falls over the room like a cold, heavy blanket. It goes on for seconds. Long, painful seconds. You’d talk if you could, but whatever emotion, whatever ailment that struck you still has your vocal chords strangled. “You’re not worried about me ‘cause you think I can’t handle it.” Rainbow Dash’s voice had never felt so sensitive as she spoke, “You’re worried because you like me, don’t you? Uh, not just like me, but… like me - like me. Am I right?” Any attempts for you to talk are cut short by your barren throat. If only you could tell her! If only there was some way around this… “You do like me, don’t you? Don’t you!? Just tell me, rookie! Talk to me!” Of all the things she could have asked you to do - hold me, stroke my mane, take a bullet for me - she asks you to do the one thing you can’t. Talk. Seeing no other way forward, you let her know the answer the only other way you know how. And no words in the world would be able to say it better. You throw your fore-hooves around Rainbow Dash, embracing her as tightly as you can, and pushing your mouth right up against hers. Her lips part in a short and sudden gasp of surprise, giving way to the subtle aroma of wild fruits and berries, as wild as Rainbow Dash herself. But you don’t risk pressing any further than her lips. Instead, your wings gently unfurl, wrapping around her like a feathered cocoon, demonstrating how much you care. How much you like her. How much you… like her - like her. Slowly, you pry your lips away from hers to look into her strong rose coloured eyes. She stares back, mouth still agape in awe of your unanticipated affection. After pulling several lost, quizzical expressions, she decides what would be the most appropriate response to being kissed on the lips like that. SMACK! Her right fore-hoof whips through the air with almost no warning and strikes you across your face. The sheer force of it knocks you backward, making you land back-first on her bed. You can feel your left cheek burn red as a hoof-shaped mark blooms upon it. “Argh! Uh? Wha-?” “That’s for stealing a kiss from me without asking!” Rainbow Dash asserts with a scowl, before climbing onto the bed, clambering over you. She stops when she is lying directly on top of you, a hoof placed at each side of your head, her face inches away from yours. Her scowl changes in the blink of an eye to a devious smirk as you share the same breath. “And this is me stealing it right back.” Part 3 [Mature Warning]Author's Note: this chapter is the raunchy part of the fic, so viewer discretion is advised. Without a moment’s hesitation, the small gap between your faces close, and her lips meet with yours again. A tremor of arousal runs down your spine as her tongue sneaks between your lips, and starts exploring the insides of your mouth. Your own tongue rises to wrestle with this new intruder, and although your eyes are tightly shut, you feel Dash’s body shiver with excitement, stifling a giggle. Before you know it, you’re pushing against her kiss with one of your own, your tongues pushing and sliding and slithering against each other with such enthusiasm, such energy, that it’s like a fight where only mouths were allowed. In fact, that’s probably what it was. Finally pushing her far enough to roll her onto her back, you become the one to climb on top of her instead, without breaking contact from the heated, competitive and overwhelming exchange of saliva raging between you both. With yourself on top, you pin her down to the bed with your hooves, verifying your status as the winner. Whatever this game’s called, you don’t know. Honestly, you don’t care. But Rainbow Dash wasn’t ready to accept defeat yet - little did you know she had her eyes on your twitching, erect wings as they spread outwards across the room. Wrapping her fore-hooves around you, she pulls you closer to her, then loosens her grip on you slightly. Pulls you closer, then loosens her grip, purposefully brushing your hips against hers every time in a slow, steady rhythm, breathing heavily as her body tenses. Just as she expected, your wings were no longer the only parts of you that were stiff. You habitually continue the gentle rise and fall pattern, each small, suggestive bump sending a hot, throbbing feeling throughout your body. You feel Dash’s fore-hooves stroke the sides of your hips, working their way to your back, then caressing the ridge between your wings. A single bead of sweat rolls down your face as her hooves rub the base of each wing, sliding back and forth between each covert, causing every feather to shudder as you edge closer and closer to a wing-climax. Trying desperately to keep your cool as she tantalisingly teases the tips of each wing, you gasp in an exhilarating rush of arousal, almost inhaling her tongue that was still keenly competing with your own. It was at that moment when she chose to strike - in your brief moment of weakness, shuddering from your wing's ecstasy, she drives her fore-hooves into your chest, pushing you backwards. Before you even know what’s happening, Rainbow Dash is the one lying on top of you once again, your mouths braking contact, her face once again inches away from yours. “And now, rookie…” she smirks, sliding her hoof down your chest, past your stomach, and lower still, before placing a warm, firm grip on your solid, rampant- oh lord she‘s holding it! “I’m gonna show you some moves nopony’s ever seen me do before.” With your… private possession grasped securely in Rainbow Dash’s fore-hoof, you try to take your mind off your escalating desire to reach the point of no return. You look into her deep, reddish-purple eyes, half-closed in a hungry, seductive expression as she slowly lowers her hips toward your own. Carefully, she manipulates your pulsating, volatile manhood, directing it upwards, towards the area between her steadily lowering hips… Your nerves suddenly go wild as your tip suddenly starts to feel warm. Warm and moist. Rainbow Dash takes a deep, shaky breath as she lowers herself onto it, finally letting a short, sharp moan escape from her lips. The sensation, the sound of her arousal, the reality of being… inside Dash was almost too much to take. But not yet. Not before she does first. Sweat drips down your forehead as you keep a steady control over your nerves, a task that’s getting harder and harder to do now that Dash is pushing herself against you, over and over again, gradually getting faster and faster, stimulating your groin with every bump she makes. As the incredible, passionate night drifts on, you can’t help but notice Rainbow Dash putting her athleticism and endurance to the test, keeping up the fast, fiery pace, her body fighting through fatigue as sweat rolls down her sleek, gorgeous frame. All the while, you focus your mental energy into denying your hard, throbbing rod the pleasure of discharging as you feel it getting hotter and smoother. Dash’s laboured moans wash over your ears - moans of someone so close to climaxing, yet so far. Gradually, her thrusting begins to slow down out of sheer exhaustion, as warm sweat drips off her body and onto yours. She begins to buckle under stress, and her moans become fraught panting. But she can’t give up now! She’s so close and you‘re… you’re… rrugh! Snarling like the sexually ravenous stallion you are, you seize Rainbow Dash by her shoulders and fling her onto the bed, rolling her over until you take her place as the one on top. Without skipping a beat, you begin pounding her at full force, ignoring the aching, begging plea for release from your groin. The sudden change took Dash by surprise, her body going into short spasms from each powerful thrust, her shrill yelps of pleasure rising higher and higher in pitch as she flails around desperately for something to hold on to. Something to brace herself with as her climax draws closer and closer… You burn with yearning as you feel your inner fluids race towards your tip, building up, screaming, trying to surge through in an orgasmic fit. In one last adrenaline-fuelled attempt, you pound harder and faster than ever before, your last shot before succumbing to your organ’s demands. In an instant, every muscle in Dash’s agile, toned body tenses under you, her satisfying cries accompanied by her convulsions. Your body can‘t stand up to much more than that; a concentrated gush of relief runs through you like electricity as you finally burst, the ecstatic, moan-inducing thrill making you shiver from each spurt flowing out of you. Feeling drained and light-headed, you collapse onto the bed next to your satisfied partner, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. It takes almost a full minute for her to even talk; “Th… those… were some pretty awesome moves.” Exhausted, you reply with a wordless grin, glad to see her so satisfied. You know you are. Part 4You can’t tell how long you lie there with Rainbow Dash, her forelegs gently hugging your neck, every once in a while pressing your lips against hers in short, sleepy kisses, sharing each other’s steady breathing. Every inch of both you and her is damp with sweat, though your waist-areas are sticky with… various other fluids. Her prism-shaded mane is tangled from the rough, lustful performance from before, her eyes lightly closed in tiredness. “Hey, rookie,” she mumbles, “you still awake?” You were about to say something about calling you by your real name, but deep down you knew she found the name ‘rookie’ cute. Instead, you stroke her dishevelled mane with one of your hoofs, letting her know you’re listening. “Can we talk about before? You know, about you… liking me?” A lump begins to form in your throat again. “Yeah? What‘s wrong?” “You know I’m not going to stop, don’t you?” “I… don’t get it, Dash. Not going to stop?” “I’m still gonna be helping my friends.” she sighs, “That’s what I mean. Still gonna be putting myself in stupid situations for them. It’s just what I do.” She opens her eyes ever so slightly, and stares into yours, “I know you don’t want me to, but this time next week I could be, I dunno, out-running an ogre or kicking a minotaur in the shins for the sake of helping my friends. Maybe I’m just that loyal to them. But I wanna be loyal to you as well!” she adds quickly, “And if I’m stuck with a choice between staying with you and helping them I wouldn’t know what to d-” “Shh...” you raise your hoof to her lips, cutting her off. “It’s okay, Rainbow. You don’t have to make that choice. I don’t mind if you do that sort of stuff, really I don‘t!” “Y- you mean it?” “Well… on one condition.” “Name it, rookie.” You ponder for a brief moment whether you should ask her of this or not, weighing up the pros and cons, before concluding, without a doubt, that it would be worth every second. For her. Leaning forward, you whisper your request in her ear. Her eyes light up as you tell her, a smile breaking on her face. “There‘s no way I‘m gonna refuse that! Shake on it?” with a hint of effort, she sits herself upright on the bed. She then spits on her hoof, and offers it in your direction, to confirm the agreement. “Hey Dash, that’s not how I make spit-deals…” With that, you grab her extended fore-hoof and pull it toward you, causing her to fall forward. The moment she was close enough, you lean in and steal another kiss from her mouth without permission. Heck, she wanted to seal the deal with saliva, she didn’t say you couldn’t use tongues! ******* Over the years following that perfect night, Dash had many adventures. Zany, risky exploits with her friends. But that one condition you asked of her was upheld; whenever these adventures were too perilous, and Rainbow Dash was expected to get into something stupid and dangerous, you would be right there beside her. Now you could both take on the stupid and the dangerous. Together. And neither of you would have it any other way.
Part 1The cloud bursts into vapour and raindrops as you hurtle through it at full pelt. You can hardly hear a thing, save for the high-pitched whistling of the wind through your ears. You keep your eyes tightly shut; opening them would probably sting falling at this speed. As for your wings, they remain folded, fixed by your sides as you freefall further and further down. Speeding beyond the last of the clouds, you take the risk for opening your eyes just a crack; the cold and wind is just about bearable to see properly. That’s good. You need to be able to see the ground when it‘s- oh heck no, it‘s much closer than you thought! For a split second, a nasty shot of panic jolts through you, almost - almost - causing you to open your wings from fear. Not yet. Not before she does first. You crane your head to the side to see if she’s still there… yes, there she is, falling at the same speed, right behind you. Her mane and tail whips around furiously in the wind, making a blur of colours that seem to leave a trail behind them. Her pale-blue wings are, like yours, folded neatly by her sides, ready to spring open at just the right time. Her facial expression is that of a focused, passionate artist, her mouth twisted into an ecstatic smile. Rainbow Dash is loving every second of this! Ignoring your watering eyes, you turn back to face the ground you’re tearing towards at an alarming rate; you can even make out the outlines of other ponies walking the streets of Ponyville clearly! And you’re only getting closer and closer to the earth, making it harder and harder to resist the temptation to level-off with your wings and… OkayscrewthisIgiveuppullbacknow! You release your wings, flailing them wildly to prevent yourself from crashing into the grass just yards away from you. As luck would have it, your panicked flailing technique keeps you airborne, slowing your decent until you come to a stop in mid-air. Phew- SWOOP! Rainbow Dash, wings still firmly by her sides, dives past you at full speed! She’s fallen too far, too fast! Your face contorts into a look of grief and fear when you realise that you can’t stop her at this point! Your eyes widen in horror as she speeds straight down towards the ground! There’s no way she can stop herself at this rate! She’s gonna crash! She’s going to crash and there’s nothing you can do to save her… Before your mind can even process what’s happening, Dash’s wings unfurl as fast as lightning, and with a graceful twist of her outstretched body, her path bends at an almost ninety-degree angle, to the point where she’s flying directly parallel to the ground, just inches below her! Moments later, she doubles back around towards you, before coming to a mid-air stop, hovering next to you. “Heh, looks like I win again, rookie!” she smirks, playfully flying circles around you, “First it was Cloud-Clearing, then Flying Manoeuvres, and now I beat’cha in Freefall Chicken! Talk about a whitewash of the week, huh?” You nod uneasily, “Uh… yeah, you… you win again, I guess,” you croak, lowering yourself to the ground and landing firmly on your own four hooves. You’re still getting over that stupid, crazy stunt she just pulled - what if she’d opened her wings half a second too late, or failed to change direction like that? You visibly shudder just thinking about it… “Alright, what’s wrong, rookie?” Rainbow Dash sighs, landing next to you, “Is it ‘cause you lost? Don‘t worry, I‘ll let’cha choose tomorrow’s game!” “Nah, it’s not that, Rainbow,” you shake your head, keeping your eyes focused on the floor, “I’m just a little shook up from back there.” “Pfft! You’re shook up? Seriously?” Rainbow Dash scoffs, “But you chickened out long before you were gonna hit the ground! Did you see how close I was to it? Way closer!” “I know, I saw,” you mutter under your breath, “That’s exactly the point.” “Huh?” “Nothing.” Dash’s eyes narrow slightly as she scans your face, trying to figure out exactly what you meant by that. “Rookie, look at me for a minute,” she says, trying to get a clear look at you. Your eyes remain fixed on the ground. “Rookie, I’m serious. Look at me,” a hint of sternness can be heard in her voice at this point, as she takes a step towards you. Still avoiding her eyes, you glance down at her hooves in front of you, but refuse to look any higher. She raises one of her fore-hooves off the floor, places it under your chin and firmly pushes your head up so you can look her in the eyes. Those strong, stunning, reddish-purple eyes. Those eyes that could calm down anyone from panicking. Those eyes you can’t look away from any more… “I’ve been learning how to fly since I was a filly, you know that,” she explains, “It’s really sweet that you care so much, but I know what I’m doing when it comes to dangerous stuff like that. It’s cool, alright? Just chillax.” “Uh… okay,” you concede, still transfixed on her, “Sorry about that.” “Hey, no problem!” she chirps, snapping back to her dynamic, energetic self, “Listen, I gotta go now, need to clear some of the clouds drifting over from the Everfree Forest. But if you wanna meet up at my house tonight, we’ll chat about this later. Say, seven-ish?” “Seven?” you repeat, just to make sure you were hearing things properly; is Rainbow Dash actually inviting you to her house? “At your place? Sure!” “Great! See ya there!” and with that, she launches herself off the ground, ready to make a beeline for the Everfree Forest. “Oh, by the way, rookie…” she calls out, “Your eyes are still watering from the freefall stunt you did back there! Just sayin!” and in a sudden blur of colour, she’s gone. Rainbow Dash thought your eyes were just watering from the stunt? Perhaps it‘s better not to correct her on that; they were welling up from the thought of losing her.
Part 2 It has to be said; Rainbow Dash’s house sure is a wonder. You gaze up at the latest change to Dash’s cloud-crafted home. Due to it being made mostly from clouds, it’s easy for a Pegasus to bend and change the house to his or her will. And this is one heck of a change she’s made! A cosy, five-story tower, complete with a conservatory on the upper level. Her trademark colours (in other words, the whole spectrum) run in bright streams and puddles of rainbow extract around a base cloud the house resides on. Standing just outside her door, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Putting on your most confident face, you raise a hoof and use it to strike the door three times. Knock-knock-knock. … … … no answer? Maybe she’s not home now. But then again, she DID say seven. And it’s five-minutes-past by now. You decided to purposefully turn up five minutes later than the agreed time, in an attempt to not seem too eager. Heck, she said seven-ish after all. For a moment, you wonder if you should knock again. Would that be rude? Perhaps she’s just taking her sweet time to open the door. No, that wouldn’t make sense, not from the fastest pegasus in Equestria. “Hey, rookie! Up here!” Your ears twitch when you hear Rainbow Dash’s voice call seemingly from nowhere. You crane your neck upwards to find her leaning out of a window ledge several floors up, waving her fore-hoof to get your attention. “Just fly up here, pal, no need for the whole ‘door’ shtick at my place!” Springing yourself off from the cloud-floor, you feel your heart beating in time with your wings as you fly upwards, and rising as high as you are. Man, lucky Dash can’t read your mind, she’d call that all kinds of soppy! When you finally reach the window ledge, she extends her fore-hoof out to help pull you inside. And what kind of guest would reject the kind hoof of a mare like her? Setting your hooves down on the solid-cloud floor, your eyes take in the contents of the room you’re in. Various posters of flight-teams, athletes and musicians were plastered across the walls, a signed Wonderbolts poster taking the most space. Two mare-shaped mannequins stand next to her remarkable trophy cabinet - one mannequin is wearing a thin, golden crown with wings protruding each side, and a golden neck-accessory with a ruby lightning bolt. The other a carefully crafted, flowing rainbow-themed dress, that looks like it was specifically made for Rainbow Dash herself. “Sorry I couldn’t answer the door just now,” she casually explains, “I was just cleaning up the place for when you arrived. This room‘s usually a mess, y‘know!” The thought of Rainbow Dash’s room being messy doesn’t surprise you very much - as much of a perfectionist as she was with her flying, she never really focused on her own tidiness. Why look tidy when you can look awesome, after all? “I’m just glad you invited me over, Dash. I’ve never been inside your house before,” you reply, then, for the sake of conversation, “So how was your little trip to the Everfree Forest?” “Not too bad. Since I was just breaking some clouds from there, I didn’t have to go into the forest itself.” Rainbow tells you, pulling herself onto the side of her bed, “Which is always a good thing, especially since almost everything in there’s trying to eat you or something.” “Really? It can’t seriously be that dangerous, can it?” you ask. You’ve never fully explored the forest on the outskirts of Ponyville, and the few times you had visited there, you didn’t go deep enough to tempt any real danger. “Oh, it’s dangerous all right!” Rainbow Dash pats a free space on the side of her bed, telling you to sit down next to her. “This one time, my friends and I came across a Manticore, and lemme tell ya, it was angry! So, my pal Rarity…” Before you know it, you’re sharing personal stories and memories with Rainbow Dash as she enthusiastically recounts the strange and hazardous encounters she and her friends had come across, from kicking a dragon in the face to taking on the dreaded Nightmare Moon herself, from saving the lives of countless citizens of Ponyville to overcoming the mind games of a chaotic draconequus. Whether or not she was over-emphasising some of these dangers, you couldn’t tell - you weren’t even around for most of them, after all. Being so enthralled by her presence, her attitude, her laid-back, cheery voice, you hardly notice the light from outside the window slowly grow dark as you both talk and laugh throughout the evening, and into the night. “…beat a cockatrice in a staring contest! A cockatrice!” Rainbow Dash laughs, thinking back, “Of course, I wasn’t there to see it myself, but the look on little Scoot’s face when she was telling me all about it? Never saw her so terrified and excited all at once, I wish I could‘ve taken a picture!” “Heheh, yeah, I can only imagine!” you grin, before a serious thought slipped into your head, “So, Dash, how many more of these crazy adventures do you think you‘re gonna have?” “I dunno,” she places her fore-hooves behind her head and looks upward in a thoughtful expression, “I’ll just take things as they come, I guess.” Just take things as they come? Is she joking? “I’m just wondering, cause all of these things you do with your friends… what with dragons and hydras and bears made from stars…” you can feel Rainbow Dash’s eyes burning as they stare at you, “…it all just seems kind of… dangerous.” Deep down, you were surprised you were able to get that last word out. Side-glancing towards Dash, your blood freezes when you see the mildly irritated, unimpressed expression on her face. “I get it now, rookie.” she says flatly, “I see what this is about. You’re obviously worried that one day I’m gonna fly right into a giant monster’s mouth, or forget I have wings when jumping off a cloud, or do something stupid that involves an early retirement from the living. I‘ve already told you, I know what I‘m doing when it comes to flying, even more than you do! I don‘t need somepony to hold my hoof every time a Manticore gets a thorn in its paw!” Her eyebrows are furrowed in a sense of impatience as she gets this off her chest. “But Dash, maybe being a whiz at flying isn’t gonna get you out of every problem!” you reason, trying your best to disregard the vein that suddenly appeared on her forehead, “You know I wouldn’t be saying this if I didn’t care-” “And what if I don’t want you to care? Did ya think of that, huh?” Something inside your chest shatters without warning as she snaps those words at you, causing you to visibly double-take. You suddenly feel a bad-tasting chill stick in your throat, before numbly resting in the pit of your stomach. No amount of energy could get you to so much as move your facial muscles, let alone speak. “What if I don’t want to spend the rest of my days kicking clouds so some ponies don’t have to complain about the weather? What if I actually want to do stupid, risky things like the Wonderbolts? And what if I don’t want somepony to breathe down my neck every time something… goes… wrong?” her rant trails off when she notices your unmoving, unchanged expression. Well, mostly unchanged, except… “R- rookie? Are your eyes watering again? Why are they-” her eyes abruptly widen as it dawns on her. “Oh. Oh my gosh.” An awkward silence falls over the room like a cold, heavy blanket. It goes on for seconds. Long, painful seconds. You’d talk if you could, but whatever emotion, whatever ailment that struck you still has your vocal chords strangled. “You’re not worried about me ‘cause you think I can’t handle it.” Rainbow Dash’s voice had never felt so sensitive as she spoke, “You’re worried because you like me, don’t you? Uh, not just like me, but… like me - like me. Am I right?” Any attempts for you to talk are cut short by your barren throat. If only you could tell her! If only there was some way around this… “You do like me, don’t you? Don’t you!? Just tell me, rookie! Talk to me!” Of all the things she could have asked you to do - hold me, stroke my mane, take a bullet for me - she asks you to do the one thing you can’t. Talk. Seeing no other way forward, you let her know the answer the only other way you know how. And no words in the world would be able to say it better. You throw your fore-hooves around Rainbow Dash, embracing her as tightly as you can, and pushing your mouth right up against hers. Her lips part in a short and sudden gasp of surprise, giving way to the subtle aroma of wild fruits and berries, as wild as Rainbow Dash herself. But you don’t risk pressing any further than her lips. Instead, your wings gently unfurl, wrapping around her like a feathered cocoon, demonstrating how much you care. How much you like her. How much you… like her - like her. Slowly, you pry your lips away from hers to look into her strong rose coloured eyes. She stares back, mouth still agape in awe of your unanticipated affection. After pulling several lost, quizzical expressions, she decides what would be the most appropriate response to being kissed on the lips like that. SMACK! Her right fore-hoof whips through the air with almost no warning and strikes you across your face. The sheer force of it knocks you backward, making you land back-first on her bed. You can feel your left cheek burn red as a hoof-shaped mark blooms upon it. “Argh! Uh? Wha-?” “That’s for stealing a kiss from me without asking!” Rainbow Dash asserts with a scowl, before climbing onto the bed, clambering over you. She stops when she is lying directly on top of you, a hoof placed at each side of your head, her face inches away from yours. Her scowl changes in the blink of an eye to a devious smirk as you share the same breath. “And this is me stealing it right back.”
Part 3 [Mature Warning]Author's Note: this chapter is the raunchy part of the fic, so viewer discretion is advised. Without a moment’s hesitation, the small gap between your faces close, and her lips meet with yours again. A tremor of arousal runs down your spine as her tongue sneaks between your lips, and starts exploring the insides of your mouth. Your own tongue rises to wrestle with this new intruder, and although your eyes are tightly shut, you feel Dash’s body shiver with excitement, stifling a giggle. Before you know it, you’re pushing against her kiss with one of your own, your tongues pushing and sliding and slithering against each other with such enthusiasm, such energy, that it’s like a fight where only mouths were allowed. In fact, that’s probably what it was. Finally pushing her far enough to roll her onto her back, you become the one to climb on top of her instead, without breaking contact from the heated, competitive and overwhelming exchange of saliva raging between you both. With yourself on top, you pin her down to the bed with your hooves, verifying your status as the winner. Whatever this game’s called, you don’t know. Honestly, you don’t care. But Rainbow Dash wasn’t ready to accept defeat yet - little did you know she had her eyes on your twitching, erect wings as they spread outwards across the room. Wrapping her fore-hooves around you, she pulls you closer to her, then loosens her grip on you slightly. Pulls you closer, then loosens her grip, purposefully brushing your hips against hers every time in a slow, steady rhythm, breathing heavily as her body tenses. Just as she expected, your wings were no longer the only parts of you that were stiff. You habitually continue the gentle rise and fall pattern, each small, suggestive bump sending a hot, throbbing feeling throughout your body. You feel Dash’s fore-hooves stroke the sides of your hips, working their way to your back, then caressing the ridge between your wings. A single bead of sweat rolls down your face as her hooves rub the base of each wing, sliding back and forth between each covert, causing every feather to shudder as you edge closer and closer to a wing-climax. Trying desperately to keep your cool as she tantalisingly teases the tips of each wing, you gasp in an exhilarating rush of arousal, almost inhaling her tongue that was still keenly competing with your own. It was at that moment when she chose to strike - in your brief moment of weakness, shuddering from your wing's ecstasy, she drives her fore-hooves into your chest, pushing you backwards. Before you even know what’s happening, Rainbow Dash is the one lying on top of you once again, your mouths braking contact, her face once again inches away from yours. “And now, rookie…” she smirks, sliding her hoof down your chest, past your stomach, and lower still, before placing a warm, firm grip on your solid, rampant- oh lord she‘s holding it! “I’m gonna show you some moves nopony’s ever seen me do before.” With your… private possession grasped securely in Rainbow Dash’s fore-hoof, you try to take your mind off your escalating desire to reach the point of no return. You look into her deep, reddish-purple eyes, half-closed in a hungry, seductive expression as she slowly lowers her hips toward your own. Carefully, she manipulates your pulsating, volatile manhood, directing it upwards, towards the area between her steadily lowering hips… Your nerves suddenly go wild as your tip suddenly starts to feel warm. Warm and moist. Rainbow Dash takes a deep, shaky breath as she lowers herself onto it, finally letting a short, sharp moan escape from her lips. The sensation, the sound of her arousal, the reality of being… inside Dash was almost too much to take. But not yet. Not before she does first. Sweat drips down your forehead as you keep a steady control over your nerves, a task that’s getting harder and harder to do now that Dash is pushing herself against you, over and over again, gradually getting faster and faster, stimulating your groin with every bump she makes. As the incredible, passionate night drifts on, you can’t help but notice Rainbow Dash putting her athleticism and endurance to the test, keeping up the fast, fiery pace, her body fighting through fatigue as sweat rolls down her sleek, gorgeous frame. All the while, you focus your mental energy into denying your hard, throbbing rod the pleasure of discharging as you feel it getting hotter and smoother. Dash’s laboured moans wash over your ears - moans of someone so close to climaxing, yet so far. Gradually, her thrusting begins to slow down out of sheer exhaustion, as warm sweat drips off her body and onto yours. She begins to buckle under stress, and her moans become fraught panting. But she can’t give up now! She’s so close and you‘re… you’re… rrugh! Snarling like the sexually ravenous stallion you are, you seize Rainbow Dash by her shoulders and fling her onto the bed, rolling her over until you take her place as the one on top. Without skipping a beat, you begin pounding her at full force, ignoring the aching, begging plea for release from your groin. The sudden change took Dash by surprise, her body going into short spasms from each powerful thrust, her shrill yelps of pleasure rising higher and higher in pitch as she flails around desperately for something to hold on to. Something to brace herself with as her climax draws closer and closer… You burn with yearning as you feel your inner fluids race towards your tip, building up, screaming, trying to surge through in an orgasmic fit. In one last adrenaline-fuelled attempt, you pound harder and faster than ever before, your last shot before succumbing to your organ’s demands. In an instant, every muscle in Dash’s agile, toned body tenses under you, her satisfying cries accompanied by her convulsions. Your body can‘t stand up to much more than that; a concentrated gush of relief runs through you like electricity as you finally burst, the ecstatic, moan-inducing thrill making you shiver from each spurt flowing out of you. Feeling drained and light-headed, you collapse onto the bed next to your satisfied partner, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. It takes almost a full minute for her to even talk; “Th… those… were some pretty awesome moves.” Exhausted, you reply with a wordless grin, glad to see her so satisfied. You know you are.
Part 4You can’t tell how long you lie there with Rainbow Dash, her forelegs gently hugging your neck, every once in a while pressing your lips against hers in short, sleepy kisses, sharing each other’s steady breathing. Every inch of both you and her is damp with sweat, though your waist-areas are sticky with… various other fluids. Her prism-shaded mane is tangled from the rough, lustful performance from before, her eyes lightly closed in tiredness. “Hey, rookie,” she mumbles, “you still awake?” You were about to say something about calling you by your real name, but deep down you knew she found the name ‘rookie’ cute. Instead, you stroke her dishevelled mane with one of your hoofs, letting her know you’re listening. “Can we talk about before? You know, about you… liking me?” A lump begins to form in your throat again. “Yeah? What‘s wrong?” “You know I’m not going to stop, don’t you?” “I… don’t get it, Dash. Not going to stop?” “I’m still gonna be helping my friends.” she sighs, “That’s what I mean. Still gonna be putting myself in stupid situations for them. It’s just what I do.” She opens her eyes ever so slightly, and stares into yours, “I know you don’t want me to, but this time next week I could be, I dunno, out-running an ogre or kicking a minotaur in the shins for the sake of helping my friends. Maybe I’m just that loyal to them. But I wanna be loyal to you as well!” she adds quickly, “And if I’m stuck with a choice between staying with you and helping them I wouldn’t know what to d-” “Shh...” you raise your hoof to her lips, cutting her off. “It’s okay, Rainbow. You don’t have to make that choice. I don’t mind if you do that sort of stuff, really I don‘t!” “Y- you mean it?” “Well… on one condition.” “Name it, rookie.” You ponder for a brief moment whether you should ask her of this or not, weighing up the pros and cons, before concluding, without a doubt, that it would be worth every second. For her. Leaning forward, you whisper your request in her ear. Her eyes light up as you tell her, a smile breaking on her face. “There‘s no way I‘m gonna refuse that! Shake on it?” with a hint of effort, she sits herself upright on the bed. She then spits on her hoof, and offers it in your direction, to confirm the agreement. “Hey Dash, that’s not how I make spit-deals…” With that, you grab her extended fore-hoof and pull it toward you, causing her to fall forward. The moment she was close enough, you lean in and steal another kiss from her mouth without permission. Heck, she wanted to seal the deal with saliva, she didn’t say you couldn’t use tongues! ******* Over the years following that perfect night, Dash had many adventures. Zany, risky exploits with her friends. But that one condition you asked of her was upheld; whenever these adventures were too perilous, and Rainbow Dash was expected to get into something stupid and dangerous, you would be right there beside her. Now you could both take on the stupid and the dangerous. Together. And neither of you would have it any other way.
