The Fan She Never Knew

Bay Singer leaned into Rainbow Dash, pressing just over the base of her wing and then letting his hoof slowly run down the length of it, easing up on the pressure as he went so as not to hurt her.

She was so incredibly tense, and though she definitely seemed to be loving the massage, the tension wasn’t going away.

“Mmm…” she hummed as he pressed down again. “Preen me?” That was an incredibly intimate request. He had never preened another pegasus before - that was something normally reserved for family.

He glanced down at her wing. It was not in a position for preening. “I… can’t do that unless you roll over.”

“Mmm…” she mewled again, carefully and slowly folding her wings. She seemed to cringe in discomfort as she rolled onto her back, and then released her wings out with a pomf as she sighed in relaxation.

Rainbow Dash was now fully exposed in front of him. Her tail was spread out, each rainbow thread, still shimmering with wetness against the cloudbed, flowed up to her dock not unlike a river of rainbow flowing upon the side of the most beautiful of mountains. Just above her dock, the little pucker of her asshole and the succulent lips of her sex.

Her teats, still perky from her toned body in spite of her age, stood proudly above the cleft between her legs. Her fur, still wet from the rain, shimmered in the light of the cloud lamps.

He traced her body further with his eyes. Her wings were spread out fully, broken and twisted feathers staining the beauty of her otherwise incredible wingspan. The tuft of thicker fur on her chest - right between her forelegs - where he’d rested his head against her embrace.

Her lithe neck, framed by the colorful drape of her mane. Her lips, parted slightly as she breathed in sultry, wispy breaths. And the black pools of her eyes, watching him, barely blinking as she slowly followed his every move.

“You’re beautiful, Dash,” Bay murmured.

Her lips closed as she smiled weakly. “Thank you.”

He smiled back, and then bent down to her left wing. Feathers brushed his nose as he grabbed one of the broken quills in his teeth, pulling with a sharp tug.

“Eeek,” Dash squeaked as the broken feather pulled loose from her flesh. “Mmm…” He nodded, setting the broken feather aside, and returning to her wing for a second.

Bay, like any other pegasi, knew all too well the brief pain-followed-by-relief of preening wings. His own wings felt like a mess, well beyond a need for a fair amount of preening of his own.

He pulled the second feather and Dash squeaked again. This one carried with it a trace amount of blood, but nothing out of the ordinary.

One feather after another came free from Rainbow’s wings, a few dozen in total. Each one took little time but the exercise as a whole left Dash and Bay in a prolonged state of blissful, electric energy.

Bay leaned in again, this time taking an out-of-place feather and placing it back where it belonged. Dash giggled softly at his touch. Bay pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it just tickles a little bit,” Dash replied, blushing. “And I’m hornier than a herd of unicorns.”

He couldn’t argue. His erection had been pressing against the soft fur of her thighs the entire time, held in check only by Bay’s desire to do things right with Rainbow Dash.

But it would wait longer still as he leaned in again to her other wing, ordering her feathers in a brazenly sensual dance of tongue, teeth, and quill.

Finally, he reached the end of her other wing and sat up straight, his erection standing at attention before him. He ignored the protrusion, instead gazing upon Rainbow Dash’s small form again. Her head was back, her eyes closed. If not for her shallow breathing, the soft moans and the slight fidgeting of her legs he might think she was asleep.

He drank in her whole self with his eyes, a nearly perfect form now that her wings had been returned to a pristine state. Not even the legendary Celestia herself could hope to match this level of beauty. And, at least for now, she was his.

Rainbow had never felt so relaxed in her life. Bay could do anything he wanted to her at that moment, and she wouldn’t argue for even a moment. A part of her pointed out that it probably wasn’t true, but it was a very small part.

“Mmm,” she hummed to herself, completely relaxed. And horny. Which was the opposite of relaxed, but only in her wings. And tail. And… She really wanted to relax more.

She opened her eyes and glanced down. Bay was simply looking at her with a stricken expression, and she could see his erection standing up between her teats. Rainbow smiled.

“It’s okay, Bay. I want you,” she whispered.

He nodded dumbly and looked down. His hoof lifted and came to rest on her teat, stroking it softly. Rainbow gasped and leaned her head back as her nipple caved under his touch. Her legs pressed against the bed, trying to grind her breast into the frog of his hoof, desperately seeking more and firmer stimulation.

She felt his other hoof touch her sex, brushing lightly down and pressing gently inward. Something warm and soft slapped against her folds - an unfamiliar sensation that she was all too eager to learn more about. His warm meat sat upon her sex, rubbing insistently against her crevice.

The wetness between her legs was unfathomable. There was no doubt that she was ready to take him - to allow him to be the first ever to take her. “Please,” she whispered.

“Okay,” came a hesitant reply. Something pressed into her - a warm, thick sensation. The tip of his cock was inside, now. And it was moving upward, into the sanctuary within.

A strange pressure began to build, painfully. She knew what it was. She assumed he did, too. Rainbow chewed her lip, risking a glance down at herself. Bay had stopped pushing, looking hesitant.

“It’s okay, Bay. I’m a big girl,” she cooed. “I want you to experience this.” Rainbow wanted to experience it, too.

The pressure increased. Rainbow braced herself as he continued to press forward, and something inside of her gave way. And suddenly, something was deep inside of her - far deeper than anything had ever gone before. It hurt, but the pain was transient, numbed by sheer horniness and a desire to continue making love to this stallion.

And it was amazing. Her walls clamped down on the intruding member, filling her up in a way she’d never been filled before. Then he pulled back and it was like an empty void opened up in her soul, begging to be filled again.

He came forward again, this time digging even deeper into her garden. And he withdrew again. And then thrust deeply again.

“Oh!” Rainbow Dash vocalized softly with each thrust. “Oh!”

His pace began to increase, each thrust going ever so slightly deeper, until he seemed to hit something deep within her - yet a sensation she’d never felt before. And she loved everything. The tingling pleasure of his entry, alternating with the longing desire to be filled with each thrust, created a constantly renewing cycle of disappointment and pleasure, yet each disappointment only magnified the pleasure that followed.

Bay could scarcely believe what was happening. Rainbow Dash was impaled upon his cock, mewling and moaning in pleasure as he thrusted forward. And he was giving it to her.

She loves you. That’s why she’s doing this for you.

She only pities you. She doesn’t actually care for you.

The voices in his head still fought. He wanted to forget the bitterness and hatred in his heart. He’d sworn to himself that he wouldn’t let it take him again. But the conflict in his head was pervasive. And he feared the hate was winning.

You don’t deserve her.

He thrust into Rainbow Dash again, the vivid sensations of her sex convulsing around his turgid rod sending a thrill up his spine.

She’s only using you for her own pleasure.

He thrust again, and again.

All she cares about is her own ego.

Again. Again. Again.

“Ahhhh,” he screamed out into the air around him, animal instinct kicking in. Rainbow’s own utterances escalated as his frantic pounding increased.

I. Hate. Her. I. Hate. Her. I. Hate. Her. I. Hate. Her.

Each word in his mind was punctuated by a thrust into Rainbow’s depths.

HATE. HATE. HATE. HATE.

Bay Singer opened his eyes. There was a mare in front of him, flailing wildly. She reminded him so much of his mother. That cerulean blue coat… the rainbow hair. He absolutely hated his mother. And he was going to fuck the shit out of her.

Over.
And Over.
And Over, and Over.

Something was building. He knew what it was, but in his delirious rage, he didn’t have the presence of mind to care, and the increasing tension only added to his anger. He began slamming into her without any regard for her well-being.

Rainbow was drowning in endorphins as Bay continued to ravage her tiny body. His grunting had given away to silent utterances with each powerful thrust that battered against her hidden barrier.

And Rainbow was loving every bit of it. The feel of her pussy lips grasping at his shaft as he withdrew. The feeling of her walls parting again to accept his thrust again. The not-so-gentle knocking against her deepest barrier at the end of each stroke. Her winking clit, grinding against his shaft as he moved.

And he was getting more and more frantic. Rainbow knew what that meant: He was getting close. And so was she.

“Fuck.” His utterances were beginning to clear up, too. “Fucking, fuck, fuck.” Each thrust was accompanied by a profane outburst.

The constant sensation of his thrusting against her sensitive folds was finally proving to be too much. Her entire body seized as her vision flooded with hot, white pleasure. She could feel her body convulsing uncontrollably around the foreign invader, squeezing down and desperately trying to coax his finale out.

“Oh, Goddess!” she screamed. “Bay!” Something inside of her gushed forth, a dam breaking as her fluids burst around his intruding member. And suddenly, he slipped even deeper inside of her. The orgasm had been mind-shattering, but this? This was even more heavenly than she could imagine, even in her state of delirium.

“Oh, yes, Bay… Breed me, please,” Rainbow begged.

“FFFFFuck. Fuck. You. Fuck. You,” he continued straight on through, punctuating each thrust. “You. Don’t. Get. To. Have. More!

He froze up and something inside Rainbow began to pulse. A warmth, deeper inside of her core than she’d ever felt, began to radiate from within.

He began thrusting erratically again. “Augh. Fuck. You Mom,” he roared, and then collapsed on Rainbow, panting heavily, his thrusting finally stilled.

Rainbow was conflicted. Bay had clearly been going through something just now, but it had been absolutely incredible for her. She wasn’t sure if it was good, or not. She simply laid there in silence, wondering what had just happened inside the poor stallion’s mind.

“You won’t ruin any more lives,” Bay breathed. “No more. I’m free.”

And then, the tears started anew. Rainbow held him there against her chest as he sobbed, his shaft still hilted inside of her.