A Dash of Potions

Meanwhile, back at Rainbow’s house…

“You hear something?” Zephyr almost whimpered from his position on the couch. At some point, the mare had demonstrated the speed and flexibility that had gotten her a position in the Wonderbolts by almost instantly stripping down to her skivvies. Sitting on her knees to either side of his head, her ass hung hypnotically just above the stallion’s face. Her panties were as black as her bra and just as see-through. Meanwhile, her mouth went to town on his free cock. Also, he was nearly naked as well. When did that happen?

“Mmmh,” groaned Lightning around her mouthful. “Hashty.” Her fingers gripped around the base, holding up the shaft as she slathered the pillar of meat with her adoring licks.

“Not listening, huh? How rude.” Zephyr emphasized his point by grabbing each of Lightning’s mint green cheeks and slamming them down onto his face. Her smell was even more intoxicatingly fresh from the source. He could hardly see anything past the generous curves of her ass, while his tongue was treated to a flavorful fountain of mare juices. Unfortunately, Zephyr was not experienced enough to know just what all it took to get a mare this sopping wet, but chalked it up them being a perfect fit and attacked with greater vigor.

Lightning escalated by grabbing the stallion’s balls and rolling them between her fingers. Something about their weight appealed to her carnal desires and prompted her to switch to a sucking motion. She slipped the tip between her lips and dropped her mouth down. As the more experienced of the pair, she was easily able to pull the stallion’s meat to the back of her throat. Her tongue never rested as it slathered up and down the shaft. Each drop of her muzzle earned her a nose-full of his crotch stank and building her arousal.

Zephyr had passed the point when sexy underwear held much appeal. Now it was just a nuisance that he had to move aside to gain direct access to her heavenly pussy. He hummed extra loud to signal his approval, not trusting himself to use coherent words at the moment. His fingers spread her lower lips apart, turning her erotic leak into a downpour that he frantically lapped up.

“B-buck me sideways!” gasped Lightning after wetly popping off of Zephyr’s cock. He might have been a novice, maybe even a virgin, but what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. It had been forever since somepony had eaten her out like that. She sat up and ground her pussy into his mouth. Her tongue fell from her lips as her ass wrapped around his face, shaping itself to the intricate details of his visage. A part of her imagined this imprint lingering for a long time, forever reminding her that her ass and his face belonged together.

***

Finally arriving at Soarin’s, just making it through the door was a hurdle and a half. The stallion had no idea what had gotten into his mare. Not that he necessarily minded the way she was clinging to him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, nibbling his ear, and grinding her upper thigh against his crotch. However, he’d at least like to make it inside before things got any crazier. “S-so, n-no lunch?” With a weak-hearted laugh, he gestured at the dining table where candles and fancy dining ware had been set up.

Rainbow came out of her lustful craze long enough to glimpse her stallion’s attempt at romance. Then she turned slowly and deliberately to face him with a glower. “Candles.” She let the word hang in the air. “For a lunch date?”

Soarin pursed his lips as the stupidity of his choice sank in. “I thought it’d be romantic,” he said with an apologetic shrug. “You’re a fine mare, Dashy. You deserve to be romanced a little.”

Rainbow’s cheeks flushed a crimson red as her body shook like it was about to explode. “You sweet bastard,” she grumbled resentfully. Then, still clinging onto him, she slammed her face to his with such force that he almost fell over. “If I wanted romance, I’d tell you to pull out the ropes!”

“Well, they’re still upstairs,” he informed matter-of-factly.

Rainbow blinked like a dear caught in the headlights. “Then what the buck are we doing down here!?” She scampered up his shoulders and clamped her thighs around his head. “Onwards, steed! Ya, ya!” she cheered while giving his head affectionate squishes.

A goofy grin adorned Soarin’s face as he ruminated on how nice Rainbow’s thighs felt. Still, he’d been given a mission. So, with military gusto, he charged up the stairs. He was impressed that Rainbow managed not to be flung back as he flew, nor was she flung forward when he came to an abrupt halt.

“Celestia’s teats!” Rainbow blurted. Of all the things in Soarin’s room, she’d zeroed in on the nightstand where some ropes, a ball gag, and a riding crop had been laid out. No doubt, her stallion had anticipated her request. What had she done to deserve a guy like him?

***

Lightning had to flap her wings to get herself off of Zephyr. Then, hovering just above with her mane and underwear a mess, she looked down at his dejected expression, feeling like she’d just kicked a puppy. “Not on the couch,” she said while coming to her hooves beside him. She offered her hand and added, “We should do this right. Let’s go to Rainbow’s bed.”

Zephyr’s pupils grew as though he’d just taken some damn good drugs. He took Lightning’s hand. And then he took the rest of her. She stumbled at first to follow after, but soon enough caught up and let him lead the way, sneaking peeks of his cute butt along the way. Zephyr threw open the door to Rainbow’s room like he owned the place. When Tank roused from his slumber, the stallion threw him out and shut the door behind him. Ignorant of the plethora of tortoise swears being thrown his way, Zephyr urgently led Lightning to the bed. He only had a vague idea of what would happen when they got there, but that was future-Zephyr’s problem… in about two seconds.

Reasoning that it was on her to take the lead, Lightning shoved Zephyr from behind. Now upon the sheets, she flipped him over. His cock stood tall, proud, and impatient, making her wet her lips. “Rainbow’s an idiot for letting this juicy piece of meat slip between her fingers all this time,” she purred as she climbed up beside him and teased her fingertips along his flat head.

“Y-your fingers are much more slippery.” Zephyr swore internally at his stupid remark. “That is… I meant to say—”

Lightning shushed him with a finger to the lips. “All the blood’s gone to your lower head, lover boy,” she giggled. “Just let it do the thinking for a while. Here, I’ll help you along.” She sat up and resumed her prior cowgirl position. Setting her hands on Zephyr’s chest, she slid her waist forward, grinding her pussy lips along his length. It was amazing the way he spread her open before they even got to the good part. “We’re gonna buck her bed up.”

Zephyr nodded and slapped his hands down over Lightning’s cutie marks. Her moans were equal parts adorable and lewd as he kneaded his fingers into the sensitive flesh. He tried matching his movements to hers to increase the friction between their genitals. Biting his lower lip was not enough to suppress his groans, so his fingers dug even deeper into her hips. Her marehood started winking around his length, causing him to imagine it as a hungry mouth begging to devour his meat.

Lightning had a similar mental image as she slid all the way to the base, stopped, and then pulled herself up. Her fingers slipped between her thighs to spread her marehood open. She giggled at how Zephyr gawked, and laughed out loud when she had to set a hand on his shoulder to keep him from putting his lips against hers. “Ah-ah,” she tutted, lowering herself just enough that their tips touched.

“Beautiful,” said an entranced Zephyr.

Lightning felt feverish. Were pony bodies even able to get this hot without magic? What kind of spell did this guy cast on her to make this happen? And how could she get him to do more? The latter question had a self-evident answer as the stallion’s flat head probed around her glistening opening. She bent her knees slightly and sank the first millimeter of cock inside her marehood. “Nnngh! Buck!”

Zephyr eased up on Lightning’s cutie marks, not wanting to force her before she was ready. This was it. He was finally going to lose his virginity! Everything from this point forward was unexplored territory, and he was mindful that every twitch or peep from the mare might be some indicator of danger. Her moans were loud and filled him with a sense of pride. She continued lowering herself and enveloping more of his sensitive cock. Her insides were so hot and wet, like her mouth, but better. She was winking around his shaft, and even the walls deeper in were undulating. Was she trying to swallow his cock with her pussy?

Lightning had one hand on her thigh to keep her balance while the other brazenly fondled her breast. She locked eyes with Zephyr and gave him a haughty smirk as she pinched her nipple. That prompted him to resume his roughness with her cutie marks. Although there was some debate on the matter, a pony’s cutie mark was regarded as a physical manifestation of their soul, making it extraordinarily sensitive. This stallion was touching her innermost self in the figurative sense and, very soon, the literal sense.

Zephyr’s cock slipped into Lightning’s love tunnel. Inch after inch penetrated and spread her walls, stretching them exquisitely. And it just kept coming. Four inches. Six. Seven? Finally, his medial ring brushed her vaginal lips, causing her to suck in a hiss and him to grunt something incoherent. Lightning felt Zephyr’s pulse through his cock and sunk down a bit quicker. At long last, she resumed her seat in his lap. She’d hilted his sword within her sheath. “I-I think you’re in my womb,” she blurted her amazement.

Zephyr just stared in dumbstruck disbelief. Had he just heard that?

Lightning pressed her fingers to her abdomen and traced along the slight bulge left by the cock. Zephyr shivered under the pressure, which made her shiver with giddy delight at the power she wielded over him. She followed the line of his length up and up until she reached the end, just shy of her belly button. “Luna’s dark moon! Did you get bigger since I sucked you off?”

***

Elsewhere, the Princesses were enjoying a spa treatment to celebrate their rare overlapping time off. Luna looked up from her massage, got her sister’s attention, and gave her a self-righteous smirk. The score was still heavily skewed in Celestia’s favor, but Luna still treated every point of a pony evoking her name as a win. Celestia responded with an even prouder smirk and held up three fingers.

***

“Tia! Tia! Oh, sweet Celestia’s plot, yes!” Rainbow cried out as she finished tying off Soarin’s knot. His wrists had been bound above his head after they’d both stripped bare. She looked over her bound stallion, eyes ablaze with lust and hunger at seeing him helpless before her. with a lick of her lips, she told him, “Time to get to work, lover colt.”

Soarin, after testing the tightness of the ropes, gave Rainbow his winningest smile. It was a blatant challenge that he knew would rile up the up-and-coming speedster. Her expression immediately betrayed her frustration as she turned to the nightstand. “Need something to wipe that cocky smirk off your stupid face,” she muttered. The ball-gag wasn’t really her style, as she wanted to give her boyfriend the chance to use the safe word. The riding crop was tempting, but the M in BDSM had never really done it for her, either. She needed a way to put Soarin in his place, reminding him of who was in charge, but not actually hurt him. Not finding anything on the surface, she opened up the nightstand. Her eyes sparkled as she pulled out a bottle of lube. “What was this for?” she asked in a sing-song tease.

Soarin continued to grin, but less confidently than before. “Probably exactly what you think it’s for,” he said with a questioning inflection.

“Good answer.” Rainbow got up alongside Soarin as she squeezed out a hefty dollop of syrupy goo into her palm. “Lavender?” she chuckled at the smell. Then, after shaking it to watch it jiggle, she turned a covetous eye upon the towering stallionhood. Roughly, she slapped her moist palm onto the shaft, making Soarin moan. He squirmed even as he fought to remain still as her grasping fingers worked the substance into his veiny skin. Up and down her hand went as she held him in her mercy. “That’s it, lover colt. Squirm for me. Let me know how much you love being played with.”

*Fap-Fap*

“I-I love it!” Soarin bleated out. He really did. He loved the way Rainbow would take charge, leaving him just to sit back and let her do all the work. It could sometimes be frustrating not to have use of his hands and be unable to show his appreciation for her. However, that was paradoxically part of the appeal. There was an odd sort of liberation in being reduced to a toy for somepony else’s pleasure.

“Mmh, nice and slick,” Rainbow appraised, loving the feeling of the warm and gooey surface. She threw one leg over Soarin’s side and let her plot hover just above his stallionhood. Smirking down at him, she reached back to line everything up. She sucked in a hissing breath when the tip kissed her pucker. Rainbow knew from experience to relax. Soarin’s meat was thick, but she could manage.

“Buck-buck-buck-BUCK!” swore Soarin as he felt himself sink in. It was slow going, at first. Despite all the times she’d taken him back there, she was still so amazingly tight. He felt her body relax as the penetration went smoother and smoother. Both of them hissed when his medial ring crossed the threshold of her anus.

Rainbow became unsteady and slid down faster than she’d intended. The unexpected increase in friction sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her even more unsteady, and she dropped down the rest of the way. Her ass had been planted comfortably in Soarin’s lap. “So fuuulllll!” she moaned.

Soarin panted. “Huff. Huff. H-how are you still so damn tight?” He felt her anal canal pulse and squeeze around his length. It was like she was trying to swallow him with her butt, which he wasn’t opposed to. He tried to move his hips to get a rhythm going, but Rainbow stopped him with a hand to his toned stomach.

“Just sit back and let me handle it.” Rainbow’s request was said with such authority as she lifted her ass. She’d always been unusually sensitive back there and loved that she’d found a stallion that fit her so perfectly. After rising until only the flathead was left inside, she dropped back down, but much faster than before, colliding against Soarin’s pelvis with a slap.

On and on it went.

*Slap*

*Huff*

*Slap-Slap*

*Huuuffff*

Rainbow’s rhythm steadily accelerated as she slammed her ass down. She liked that she didn’t have to tell her boyfriend to go harder. Instead, the pace was hers to determine as each impact was stronger than the last and his cock stirred up her insides. She’d have liked to say as much, to remind Soarin of who was in charge, but her words only escaped as embarrassingly cute squeaks of girlish pleasure. It infuriated her when her stallion would chuckle between pants, so she retaliated with even greater impacts.

“C-close,” Soarin warned regarding the building tightness in his abdomen and balls. Rainbow took this as a demand to accelerate further, and so did just that. Soarin felt his climax build and build. He tried to fight the urge to thrust his hips up, but it was too great an ask. Finally, with all of his might, the stallion heaved his hips up just in time to collide with Rainbow’s dropping plot. His balls impacted her pert cheeks with a soft clap. It hurt, but in the best possible way.

That final blow against Rainbow’s already sore hole was the last straw. Her marehood clenched around nothing, followed by her ass clenching around a very large and very thick something. The mare’s juices gushed out onto Soarin’s belly, and only catching herself on his sculpted pecs kept her from falling forward.

“Buuuu!” Soarin cried out as his eruption followed the clenching. His cock swelled within the already confined cavity, and his seed spewed forth. For all that talk of him being at Rainbow’s mercy, it thrilled him to see her bite her lip. Her long and wild mane flipped about as her head shook. He loved it when she got like this.

Rainbow was awash with pleasure. The burning viscous fluid filling her bowels brought her body to new levels of heat. Her hands slipped – purely by choice – and she pressed her chest to Soarin’s. He was tall, so she couldn’t quite reach his lips and still keep his cock in her ass. She felt his heartbeat through her chest, and within her anal walls. It was a level of togetherness that she’d only shared with a few ponies. The mare nuzzled into the soft fur of the stallion’s chest as she caught her breath.

When his own breathing finally evened out, Soarin dared to ask what most would have discouraged as a stupid question. “Is that all you’ve got?”

What little lethargy was settling into Rainbow was taken out behind the shed and shot as her eyes shot open. She lifted herself tall and roughly clenched her ass around the cock. Soarin squirmed, so she clenched tighter. “Ask me properly, colt.”

Soarin knew that tone all too well. He’d just triggered Rainbow’s inner competitor, as if her outer one wasn’t enough of a handful. Then, feigning submission, he stuttered his response. “I-Is th-that all y-you’ve got, m-mistress?”

Once they’d hydrated, Rainbow delicately and politely informed him that no, she had plenty more to give.

***

While all of that was going on, Lightning was being pushed to her limits. She’d had five orgasms to Zephyr’s two. That math just didn’t add up. Unfortunately, neither did the fact that he’d yet to soften. Pulling her hips up and dropping them back down filled her ears with the music of wet slaps, but did nothing to ease the stallion’s hardness.

*Fap-Fap-Fap* “Huuuh!” *Shlurp-Shlurp* “Eep!”

Zephyr was doing his best to keep up with Lightning’s bouncing, but the difference was night and day between the professional athlete and the barely employed stylist. He hoped that she was impressed by how well he was holding out to prolong those cute faces and adorable squeaks of hers. Her body glistened in the light of noon sun from all the sweat. Slipping into a mild state of delirium because of his thirst, Zephyr was transfixed by the green mare’s bouncing breasts and got something that could generously be called an idea.

Lightning gave another girlish squeak when Zephyr sat up. His stallionhood stirred inside her as he brought his face between her sensitive breasts. He hugged her for a second and just reveled in the feel of her soft bosoms upon his face. Lightning’s smile flipped upside down when he pulled back just far enough to latch his lips upon her right nipple. She cried out in shock even as her hand moved to the back of his head. His suckling was not allowed to stop. The mare looked down into the stallion’s eyes, likening him to a nursing foal, and feeling her heart skip a beat. She needed more of that look.

Unfortunately, Lightning’s body had different ideas as she continued bouncing in Zephyr’s lap. The tightening in her middle told her that her next climax was on the horizon, and the swelling of her stallion’s cock said that his wasn’t far behind. Lightning lingered a little on that last thought. Her stallion. That’s right. He was hers. She’d started pretty good relationships on weaker foundations before. For a while, at least, she’d be keeping this one close.

Zephyr’s climax sprung out at him like a snake and struck with equal intensity. The force of his orgasm erupted forth like a water cannon. Lightning’s womb, already bloated from prior climaxes, was filled to the brim with white-hot seed until the pressure forced it out. A mix of male and female fluids burst from her marehood, drenching herself and her lover.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, causing Lightning to go rigid and then limp. She collapsed into Zephyr’s arms and rested her chin in the crook of his neck. He smelled nice. She’d felt his body and determined that his lifestyle was far too lax for her liking, but that was okay. Whipping this stud into shape might make ideal training for when she eventually became the Captain of the Wonderbolts.

Zephyr held the mare all the tighter. He loved the feeling of her body, the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing, and the way her marehood continued milking his stallionhood for all that it could. Of course, he’d have to thank Rainbow for bringing this mare to him. In fact… “Psst. Dusty,” he whispered.

“What?” she asked tiredly, her eyelids already growing heavy.

Zephyr snickered and told her, “We stained the sheets.”

Lightning looked down to see where their shared fluids were pooling around Zephyr, and then joined him in heartier laughter. Rainbow would be so pissed when she found out.

***

When all was said and done, the pair of pairs kept going at it for several hours. Discord, having watched the whole affair like the creepy voyeur he was, felt just a tad disappointed that his little spell hadn’t yielded a more chaotic outcome. On the other claw, he did just one-up the pink Princess with his semi-intentional matchmaking. His rivalry with the pink one wasn’t as robust as what was shared with Celestia, but he was not the sort to miss out on the chance to rub it in their faces whenever he did their jobs better than them.

At least there were some wholesome laughs to be had when Rainbow finally returned home and discovered the state of her bed, couch, bathtub, and a few miscellaneous items. They’d gotten into the speedster’s stash of questionably legal energy supplements and had quite a ball. Even after watching the whole ordeal, Discord still couldn’t figure out exactly what they’d done with Tank’s spare propeller, but it certainly got Rainbow’s knickers in a twist.

Rainbow Dash has two major problems in her otherwise awesome life. Their names are Lightning Dust and Zephyr Breeze. After racking her brain for countless hours, she figures that the best way is to kill two birds with one stone. They can’t very well bother her if they’re bothering each other… at least, in theory.