Spreading Your Wings and Hers

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.