Warnings: really rough sex.

The door to Twilight's home was kicked open with such force it almost flew off the handles.

“Ya ready, Spike?!” the proudly posing pegasus proclaimed loudly.

Rainbow Dash had chosen her entry perfectly: she looked as amazing and breathtaking as ever. Her cut off jeans showed off her muscular legs pretty much up to her butt, while her tight tank top revealed an abs you could grind cheese on. She had even specifically positioned a cloud to reflect some of the just barely rising sun's light back onto herself, the warming rays caught in her hair to give her a rainbow coloured halo. Those geometry lessons Twilight had forced on her had proven to be surprisingly useful. Having an egghead as a friend did have it's perks.

Spike, on the other hand, looked like he had just crawled out from under a rock.

While Dash didn't usually get up this early, she could summon the energy to be awesome at any time, anywhere, but had found that her dragon friend really, really needed some time in the morning to get going. Something she enjoyed reminding him of.

“GmnDashGnnaneedamnte” Spike mumbled, trying to get himself into a presentable shape.

“What's that?” Dash laughed loudly, amused by Spike's morning sluggishness.

“I'll be right back.” This time it almost sounded like proper words.

Dash leaned comfortably against the doorframe while the dragon briefly disappeared into the bathroom. The pegasus chuckled lightly as she heard quiet sounds of discomfort from the room Spike now was in: he was probably using cold water in an attempt to wake up quicker and make himself presentable.

Indeed, as Spike re-emerged his scales were still slightly moist and he had that light glow about him that came from greatly increased circulation. A sight, Dash found, that she wouldn't mind enjoying more often.

“So are you finally ready to get going?” she asked with faked annoyance.

“Good morning, Dash. Sorry, I'll need a little longer: I still need to prepare breakfast and lunch for Twilight.”

“You'd think that girl would one day grow up and manage to feed herself.”

“I heard that, Dash.” Twilight was not only up uncharacteristically early, she also looked more awake than one would expect at this time of day.

The pegasus was slightly surprised that Twilight was out of her bed already and had heard her, but she was not one to back down: “Well, it's time someone told you! You've been relying on Spike for … just about anything except magic and talking. You are literally the only one of us who can't cook.”

Spike poked his head out of the kitchen: “Not everyone can be awesome at everything like you are, Dash. Some just need to be super awesome at one particular thing, like Twilight is with magic.”

Dash replied with her nose in the air: “And I'm super awesome at flying!”

“That you are. Would you like a second breakfast of butter scones with bitter orange jam as a prize?”

'Damn Spike.' Dash cursed inwardly. Sneaky little bastard knew her favourites inside out and how to avert a good fight before it had even started. Loudly she continued in an unimpressed tone: “Oh well, can't be helped I guess. But you better be aware that I'll make you sweat off every gram that you eat now later.”

“Warning noted and understood. Coffee will be ready in a minute.”

While Dash seriously thought that Twilight should eventually learn how to live on her own, she had to admit that how loyal Spike was to his sister was kind of cute.

Twilight had sat down at the table, reading in a large tome and paying little attention to the pegasus' antics, barely even acknowledging Spike as he laid out a lavishly luxurious breakfast – at least by Dash's standards, whose breakfast usually consisted of black coffee and cornflakes – only humming contentedly as she sipped her morning drink, doubtlessly prepared exactly how she liked it best.

As Spike loaded the table with more and more delicious goodies, Dash couldn't help but notice: “I'll admit I'm kind of jealous of you getting your breakfast served and your meals cooked for you. You really live like a princess.”

Twilight shot the pegasus a glance: “Well, he's my dragon, so you can't have him. Though I guess I could let you move into the guest room.”

Rainbow Dash was honestly surprised: “Wow ... That's really nice of you, Twilight. But thanks, I'll stay in my cloudominium: I don't wanna give up my freedom to just drop my clothes wherever I feel like or have spontaneous after parties at three in the morning.”
From the look Spike gave Dash, he was obviously just imagining what her dropping her clothes whenever she felt like it might look like.

Twilight's ear twitched in irritation: “Could you please refrain from giving my dragon a nosebleed?”

Rainbow Dash couldn't help but notice how her friend kept using the possessive phrase 'my dragon'. And of course she couldn't resist teasing Twilight about it. She put her arm around Spike and pulled him close, snuggling up to him which made the boy look like he might indeed pop a blood vessel: “Awww … don't worry. I'm sure Spike can handle a little adult entertainment.”

Twilight's ear kept twitching, but she chose to bury her face in her coffee rather than answering.

Realizing she'd have to really push boundaries to get more of a reaction out of Twilight, Dash chose to get up and pull Spike with her: “Well, this was fun and all but we really need to get going. We have quite a flight ahead of us and I want to use this beautiful day to the fullest. Oh, and could you cast the spell for Spike to be able to walk on clouds, please? Just in case.”

The unicorn still looked slightly irritated, but closed her eyes and let her horn glow with magic as she acceeded to her friend's wishes. “You two have fun, but I want my dragon back in one piece!”

“No promises!”

Not skipping a beat the rainbow-haired pegasus pulled a slightly worried looking Spike after her, her feet lifting off the ground barely after she had gotten through the door.

Despite being one of the best fliers in Equestria, Rainbow Dash couldn't quite lift an adolescent dragon, so, tugging him upwards by his hand, she urged: “Come on! Come on! Time's a wasting, let's fly! I need to train you back into shape!”

Her scaly friend seemed much less enthused by the idea: “Aww, Dash, I've been working like a horse on the Apple Acres yesterday. My muscles feel like I got a massage from a hydra. Can't I just take it slow for one day?”

Dash shot him a withering look: “And just how much did you fly over there? Right. I thought so! Wing muscles are a completely different set of muscles from legs and arms, so quit your whining, Mr. 'I drag my wings along the ground'! It's not your mouth that's supposed to be flapping right now.”

Knowing there was no way he'd change his friend's mind, Spike sighed and took off with slow but powerful wing strokes.

Satisfied to have her chosen pupil finally airborne, Rainbow Dash let go of his hand and used the currents to gain altitude and speed quickly. Her pupil followed much more sluggishly, but at least he seemed to remember most of what she'd already taught him, and to be getting more into it by the minute. Rainbow Dash whooped as she did a quick series of loopings and rolls just for the joy of it, before flying closer to her training partner so they could actually talk: “Time to let the real work out begin. It's tag time!”

Her protege was obviously not enthused by the prospect: “Oh damn … do we have to?”

“Can't have something like last fight happen again.”

Spike winced at the memory. While he was notably stronger and tougher than a pony, when fighting against something the size of a hydra it was agility and dodging skill that counted – getting smacked into a mountainside had driven home that point quite painfully. Unfortunately, with his higher mass also came greater inertia, meaning that while he could fly quite fast, changing course was harder for him than for any pegasus. So to help him train that, Rainbow Dash had come up with the 'tag'-game: quite simply, she flew full speed around Spike, trying to touch him, and the young dragon was to avoid getting touched. Given how fast Rainbow Dash moved, even though she just tapped Spike, each touch felt like a punch and would leave black and blue spots beneath the dragon's scales.

Dash knew that the training was tough, but better hard training than loosing a fight when it mattered.

The star flyer quickly found what she had anticipated: Spike had actually gotten worse since the last time they trained together. The young dragon probably hadn't trained on his own at all. Rainbow Dash did her best to suppress her disgruntlement: she was really annoyed with Spike, and while she could understand his wish to help out his friends, training had to come first, for he was the only other flyer in her team she could rely on if something bad happened again. But right now was probably not the right time to chew him out about that. She'd just have to work him extra hard to make up for lost time.

Spike was quickly panting and grunting, trying his best to avoid Rainbow's taps but failing more often than not. Dash had to admit that while his aerial skills were of course leagues worse than her own, and not even half as good as the worst Wonderbolt, his stamina certainly wasn't bad, and he was still one of the best flyers in Ponyville.

Despite her annoyance at her pupil's lack of initiative, Rainbow Dash quickly found herself having more fun than she had had all month. While he certainly wasn't on her level, Spike could at least keep up with her, and training with someone else was just so much more fun than flying alone. And though he might mope a little at times, he didn't immediately quit as soon as things got a little rougher and stuck with her through the training even if it got a bit more exhausting, compared to some rather disappointing local pegasi she had tried to work out with. Dash whooped and laughed while she was literally flying circles around the grunting dragon. Her high spirits got the better of her, and on her next approach she tackled her larger friend and started tickling him mercilessly.

“Stop! Don't!” Spike desperately managed to get out between bouts of involuntary laughter which was joined by the excited pegasus. Of course, twitching and cramping from the pony's tickling spree, the dragon wasn't able to continue flying, and the two of them plummeted down together. Dash laughed and screamed in excitement as the wind brushed through her mane and the ground shot closer. While Spike started panicking the star flier kept her eye on their altitude, and stopped tickling just high enough so that her dragon friend would be able to pull back up and even out in a fast glide. Unfortunately she hadn't quite factored in that Spike had lost some flying skills due to inactivity and just how tired the young dragon was. Within just fractions of a second Dash realized that he wasn't going to be able to pull up in time and dove after him. The massive male crashed through several trees and left a veritable cleft in the ground before coming to a stop with a cringe-inducing 'thump' against a larger boulder.

“Dear Celestia!” Dash exclaimed in shock as she landed next to her motionless friend. “Are you all right? Spike! Answer me!”

After a frightful second she got her reply in a pained groan and a dull: “Ouch.” from inside the newly created dirt hill Spike's head was stuck in.

With relief flooding her to the very core, after a moment of fright Dash couldn't help but laugh. Not long later, her dragon friend pulled his head out of the dirt, and shot her an angry glare for a second before he started cracking, too, and laughed along with his boisterous friend. Rainbow Dash lay on top of him, hugging him, and laughed and laughed and laughed until she cried. She didn't quite rightly know when the change came, how the tears of laughter turned to another kind of tears, but Spike just held her and gently stroked her back while she let go of some of the tension that had been building up in her over the last days. Dash's crying fit didn't last long, but it was quite unusual for the young pegasus to cry, ever. Spike didn't say anything, which the young mare quietly appreciated. She just kept lying in the young dragon's embrace, idly tracing patterns on his muscled chest in comfortable silence.

It was minutes later that the star flier finally spoke up: “Back in Cloudsdale, I messed up a lot. Wanted to get into flight team in kindergarten, but just couldn't make it and got into a lot of trouble for starting a fight over it. In high school, I tried out for cheer-flyer, but those snobbish bitches didn't care how good I was at flying, just that I looked more like a boy than a girl as they said. Almost got kicked out of school for pranking them in return. When I created the first Sonic Rainboom, everyone claimed I was lying about it and I got into tons of fights again, and eventually actually did get expelled. After that I applied to the Wonderbolts … That maybe was a bit overambitious, and barely anyone even gets to the try outs, so I probably shouldn't have been surprised that they turned me down. And with all those things not working out … sure, I was disappointed, but I never let it keep me down. I knew, deep in my heart, eventually I would do it, eventually I'd be able to show everyone just how great I am. And, sure, I was pissed at the time when I was turned down, but in part I loved that it was hard, that I wouldn't get what I wanted easily. The competition, the fight for what I want is something I really enjoy. But the way 'losers' are treated in Cloudsdale really rubbed me the wrong way. That's why I didn't mind moving out with Fluttershy.”

“That was really nice of ...” Spike began, only to be interrupted by his pegasus friend: “Spike? Shut up.”

Obediently, Spike complied with a grin, well aware that being praised for something like that was one of the few things that would make Rainbow Dash uncomfortable.

Shaking her head disapprovingly, the blue-furred mare continued: “I just never wanted to be a jerk, like so many other Pegasi in Cloudsdale are. But being around all these sensitive ponies here in Ponyville is like living in a world made of paper towels. There was quite little that I missed when moving away from Cloudsdale, but … everything's quite different here, you know? Everyone acts different. I love Fluttershy, I really do, but if I let out even one percent of my wildness around her, she'd hide terrified in her cottage for a week. It's part of why I liked being with Gilda so much: it was great to have someone to fly with and she could actually compete with me, and no matter who won our little contests, we'd just joke around and do another one. Applejack is awesome, because she can actually handle herself in a competition against me and can take losing without breaking into tears. But she can't fly. You are the only male flyer around who I can actually let loose with, because normally you also can take losing and aren't super sensitive and immediately crushed just 'cause I prove that I'm actually better at … well, just about anything, I guess. Out of all my friends in Ponyville, you are the only one who I can do this kind of reckless bullshit with. Even Pinkie, believe it or not, is surprisingly sensible when you get to know her. I kind of need you for all my stupid stunts. Who else am I supposed to fly with? So, what I'm trying to say is … don't go and scare us like that again, you hear? What you did was dumb, and I know ALL about doing dumb shit!”

Spike was kind of embarrassed about being scolded by Rainbow Dash, but she had a way of criticizing people that let them feel she disapproved of their actions, rather than of them as persons. “I'm sorry. I kinda lost it. But you're right: it was dumb. Can we just write it off as me failing this time and move on?”

“That's the spirit! Don't let anything that stupid pull you down!” The star flyer reached out a fist to Spike: “You know the only reason I'm the most awesome pony in Equestria is because you're a dragon.”

Though he did not quite sound convinced, Spike answered their old joke, reversed from how it was usually told, returning the fist-bump: “And the only reason I'm the most awesome dragon in Equestria is because you're a pony.”

“I miss my old Spike.” Rainbow Dash stated. “I miss the buddy I'd go and do the most reckless stunts with.”

“Remember the slide at the stone farm?” Spike chuckled.

The pegasus hid her face in her hands, but couldn't help giggling herself: “Oh god, don't remind me! I couldn't look Maud in the eyes for two years.”

“And the Griffon-cake for Celestia?”

Between fits of laughter, Dash answered: “I really thought we were going to get banished for that one.”

Laughing as well, the dragon answered: “We're lucky our ruler has a good sense of hum...”

His sentence was cut short by Rainbow Dash's lips on his. Spike was surprised, and his first instinct was to pull back when his friend began aggressively kissing him, invading his mouth with her tongue, but the back of his head was blocked by the dirt hill he had created. He couldn't help but be acutely aware of her lithe but muscular form lying on top of him as she groped him and started rubbing one of her legs against his groin. Dash was without any doubt sexy, and Spike could feel part of himself trying to slip from its sheath, so he desperately tried to think about the time when he walked in on Discord in the shower.

After a couple of seconds where she was just about devouring Spike's mouth and explored up to the furthest reaches of his throat with her tongue, Dash finally broke the kiss, grinning widely.

Spike on the other hand looked positively uncomfortable: if the same had happened just a little bit earlier he would have been more than happy to respond to the pegasus' advances, but now he felt that he had other obligations. Scared that he might upset or even hurt his dear friend, but also feeling honour-bound to tell her immediately, Spike stammered: “I was with Applejack yesterday.”

The response could not have been more of a surprise to the young dragon: “Heh, yeah, I know. How was she?”

Spike looked at the grinning pegasus and blinked: “Come again?”

Dash laughed at his wide-eyed stare: “I hope she did. Seriously, how was the sex with AJ?”

“Wait, wait … you know already?”

“Well, not all of it, of course. But you know, everything that happened got us talking – us six, I mean – and we both realized how much you mean to us and how you've really been sold short in the romantic department. So us girls decided we'd give you the week of your life: you'll be having a date with a different girl each day and we'll show you how much you mean to us and have fun with you any way we want.”

“Uh … Uhm … “ Spike didn't know how to ask the question that was most pressing on his mind right now without being a jerk.

Fortunately for him, Rainbow Dash both knew him well enough to be able to guess what it was, and as his good pal wasn't upset about it, so she answered grinning: “Yes, even Rarity. You'll be having a date with her tomorrow.” After a moment's pause she continued: “Can't tell you more than this, though: we agreed that each of us would go on a date with you, but how far that goes is up to each girl individually. So it's possible she'll just drag you along on a shopping tour to carry her stuff as usual and have dinner with you and you won't even get a kiss from her at the end of the day. Dunno how she feels about all this; you'll have to find that out for yourself.”

“And … uhm … all you girls are fine with …” Spike's eyes travelled down Rainbow Dash's neck to the cleavage of the sports shirt she was wearing.

“Well, we talked about what a hunk of a man you are, and how you're actually quite sexy, and, well, some of us already said that we intend to enjoy our date to the fullest. So everyone knows what's happening and they'll just have to figure out for themselves what they want.”

Spike couldn't quite suppress a whine as the young mare's hand slid into his underpants.

“And I know what I want ...” the young mare almost growled as she groped her not quite unwilling victim. Eagerly rubbing her breasts against the dragon's muscular chest, and grinning like a Cheshire cat, Dash kissed Spike's neck … and promptly started to sputter and spit.

“Blegh! You taste like dirt!”

Spike raised an eyebrow and cast a sideways glance at the fresh mound of earth his involuntary crash landing had created.

The pegasus had no intention of acknowledging that: “Come on, get up! We better get going towards our destination. I got a perfect solution for everything there!”

“Where are we going anyways?”

“You'll find out when we get there.”

Recognizing with a sigh that there was no way for him to get a clear answer from Dash right now, Spike rose and took off after the star flier. This position gave him a perfect view of her shapely legs and toned ass – the pegasus had cut off the jeans she was wearing to the point where they were basically hotpants, something Spike quietly appreciated.

About half an hour of flight later they finally arrived at Rainbow Dash's chosen destination: a crystal clear mountain lake surrounded by trees. No sign of civilization could be seen, and the only sounds came from birds and bees.

“Here we are!” the mare announced as she landed: “I've been meaning to try out this lake ever since I found it.”

“This is really a nice spot.” Spike observed. “However I didn't bring any …”

His words died on his tongue as Dash simply pulled her tank top over her head and began shimmying out of her pants. The young dragon took note that his pegasus friend hadn't been wearing a bra all this time. Spike continued gawking at the young mare's toned body as Dash kicked off her sneakers and without further ado pulled down her pragmatic white panties. When the rainbow-haired pegasus turned around and found Spike still fully clothed, she crossed her arms under her small breasts with a frown: “What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you're hung up about skinny dipping with me?”

Now that was a prospect that Spike most certainly would look forward to, but there were actually practical fears that sprung up: they were in a region he didn't know, and Twilight was nowhere near to tell ponies that he wasn't some wild dragon about to do something untoward to a beautiful young mare, so he asked: “I'm not worried about you, but what if someone else sees?”

Dash, oblivious to Spike's worries, stretched her arms towards the sky and twirled in place, her mane and tail swishing behind her in an alluring rainbow, and exclaimed jubilantly: “Then let them see! I'm awesome! I know! Of course they want to stare!” Stopping, she grinned devilishly at Spike: “Don't worry. I promise nothing will fall off just because someone looks.”

Turning around Dash started to sprint towards the lake: “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

Spike shook his head. Rainbow Dash's self-confidence was unbelieveable. He began undressing as well, watching the young mare run into the water with an excited squeal as she found that the mountain lake was indeed as cold as one would expect. He took his time shedding his clothes, being in no hurry to stop watching the young athlete frolic in the spring sun. Dash, however, being almost knee deep in the water, wasn't keen on waiting. The pegasus turned around, and, finding Spike still in the process of undressing, impatiently put her hands on her hips: “What's taking you so long, slowpoke?”

Spike smirked and slooowly folded his clothes: “Just enjoying the view here.”

Dash, realizing that honey might be more useful than vinegar this time, decided to switch up tactics. She ran her palms down the sides of her body, shimmying her hips before bringing her hands back up the front as she rose again, crowning the sequence by holding up her own breasts: “Come on, Spike! I know you want some of this!”

It took Spike a moment to realize he was gawking open mouthed, but he didn't find it in him to chastise himself: it just seemed the appropriate reaction to Dash's remarkable un-bashfulness.

“Where in heaven did you learn to move like that?” he asked after a few seconds, somehow out of breath even though he hadn't moved at all.

The young pony blinked, surprised, before a realization dawned on her face: “Oh right, you never went clubbing with us, so you've never seen me dance. Well, you were too young to be allowed to come with us before, but now … Tell you what: you convince Twilight to go clubbing with us again, and you get to join in. It'll be fun!”

Spike knew enough to immediately be a little suspicious: “Why do you need me to convince Twilight?”

“Well … there was that one time when Pinkie and me took her out clubbing in Manehatten. The first and only time she went with us, too. We happened to run into the one bouncer in all of Equestria who doesn't know what the Bearers of the Elements look like, and he tells Twilight he can't let her in without an ID. I thought I'd die laughing.” The pegasus giggled at the memory.

The sorceress' assistant sighed, well aware of just how unhappy Twilight was with how her body still looked like a filly's, and shook his head: “Damn. It'll be very hard to get her to try that again.”

The rainbow-haired mare swayed her hips suggestively, undulating her body as if she was dancing on an invisible pole, then reached up to ruffle her mane as she blew a kiss at Spike: “I'll make it worth your while! You can watch me and Pinkie practice kissing.”

The dragon stared open mouthed, again, his mind creating a most vivid image of what Dash was promising to show him. He had heard rumours, of course, but had always thought them to be wishful thinking on the part of spurned stallions (and maybe a few hopeful mares). It was certainly a display he was most eager to watch.

Since Spike was just staring rather than reacting, Dash decided to up the ante: “If you can catch me, you can do whatever you want with me.”

Spike had to swallow hard at that statement, but decided that things had progressed too far for him to back down now. With a low growl he advanced towards Rainbow Dash: “You better don't regret your words soon, lady.”

The pegasus' response was a hearty laugh: “Make me!”

The dragon dashed forward to catch the teasing girl, but she easily danced out of reach, deliberately waiting until his claws had almost closed around her and escaping only at the very last moment. Frustrated, Spike tried again, and again, and again, but every time Dash moved out of range just in the nick of time, sometimes even letting his claws barely touch her, and every time she evaded capture she had a catty remark for the increasingly irate young dragon:

“Wow, that was really close. Maybe if I'd been petrified, you would actually have been able to touch me. You wanna go look for a cockatrice?”
“Look, just … wake me up when you start trying, ok?”
“And to think I didn't even know that dragons were hibernating in spring!”
“Well, at least now you get to watch my victory dance … from a safe distance.”
“Now just imagine what you could do to me if you weren't slower than my pet turtle. Guess that's all you're going to be able to do. Imagine.”
“Awww... frustrated again? Maybe you just don't have what it takes to fuck the Dashie!”

Spike was literally starting to see red. The alluring mare danced in front of him, just out of reach, so close that he could smell her, mocking him, taunting him, deriding him with every word and movement. In a way, at that moment for Spike she stood for all the mares he had met that looked down on him for what he was, seeing him as little more than Twilight's pet, who they could do with what they wanted. He had to catch her. But fury alone wasn't going to get him anywhere: Rainbow Dash was just too fast and too skilled, and he too heavy to be able to follow her swift manoeuvres. Spike forced himself to breathe calmly, and reminded himself of what Twilight had taught him: if the other was faster, stronger or bigger than oneself, then one just had to be smarter.

If Dash hadn't been so busy performing her newest victory dance, holding up her breasts before clapping on her own butt as she shook it in Spike's direction, taunting him with: “You want these? Of course you want these! Shame you're too much of a slowpoke to ever get me! Too bad.” she might have noticed the determined glint in the young dragon's eyes and been warned that things wouldn't quite continue as they had.

Once more Spike rushed towards Dash, once more she danced out of reach just at the last moment, and not for the first time this day Spike fell forward, about to splash face first into the cold water. Rainbow Dash turned around, ready to point and laugh as she had done many times before that day, but realized as she did that she had fallen for Spike's ploy. The dragon had only faked the fall, and brought down his wings with all the force he could muster, smashing them into the water to propel himself forwards the last foot of distance that separated him from the star flier. The rainbow-haired mare had been caught by surprise by this move, for it was one neither she herself nor any pegasus could have pulled off: their wings, built for speed, lacked the brute strength of a those of a dragon, and if they got wet they wouldn't be able to fly. Rainbow Dash turned around again, attempting to flee, but before she could even move the massive dragon was upon her, his weight slamming her into the ground. A brief spike of fear shot through her heart at the feeling of being caught by an apex predator, her legs still in the icy cold water while her face was pressed into the muddy bank of the lake, but of course this was all just pranks and play between two good friends.

“Heh … guess you finally caught me …” the young mare laughed, surprised by the nervousness in her voice. The incredibly throaty growl that came from somewhere deep, deep within the dragon pinning her down reverberated through the pegasus' body, turning something primal in her stomach to hot mush.

“Time to pay, loudmouth.” Spike snarled into the young mare's ear in a voice more masculine than anything Dash had ever heard. The sound alone made her go completely slack and stopped any conscious thought, there was only the feeling of being held and pinned down by someone so strong and powerful. Dash's thoughts were kickstarted again, though, when she felt something very hot and hard poke against her nether lips.

“Now … Wait … Just …” Dash wasn't yet capable of formulating proper thoughts, much less a real sentence, as a new rush of adrenaline flooded her bloodstream. Part of her wasn't ready for this, didn't want this, and was afraid, while another, more primal part of her was already screaming in delighted glee for something that the pegasus herself had never experienced, but that was memorized in her genetic code none the less. And that Spike wasn't waiting for her consent, that he was taking her through strength and force, only made it better.

After a few seconds of poking and prodding, and before Rainbow Dash had managed to compose herself enough to be able to speak properly again, Spike had finally lined up one of his spears with the young mare's pussy, and, his mind still drunk with ire from the pegasus' incessant teasing, thrust forward with all the strength and viciousness he could muster. Feeling her hymen torn savagely, and her pussy stretched further and more brutally than ever before, forced an agonized wail from Rainbow Dash's throat. The anguished scream shocked Spike back to reality, and he found himself looking down at his friend and trainer, who had a pained grimace on her face and tears spilling from her eyes. For a moment he couldn't understand where he was, what was happening, but the hot, vice-like grip around his cock left little doubt of what he had done. Spike was shocked: this wasn't him! He wouldn't do something like that. But he had. Horrified at himself, he tried to pull out, but the movement drew another suffering whimper from the young pegasus, making him stop.

“Oh Celestia … Oh no! Oh no! I'm so sorry! Oh please no!” Spike began to babble panically.

“Spike!” Rainbow Dash's pained voice made him look at her tear-filled eyes.

“I'm so, so sorry, Dash!” Spike began, but was interrupted by the pony again.

“Spike.”

The young dragon swallowed hard, waiting in silence for the words that would surely convict him of the worst sins.

“Is this the best you can do?”

Spike blinked. Twice. There was a huge, shit-eating grin on Rainbow Dash's face. Slowly it dawned on the young dragon that he had just been most expertly pranked.

“Why … You …” A quite rare fury started to flare in the purple dragon's stomach. Rainbow Dash got him again! There was no holding back now. With an angry growl, he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was still inside the young mare, then rammed himself forward with all the force he could muster.

Another moan that was almost a scream was forced from Dash's lips, but now Spike didn't care any more at all. She wouldn't trick him this time! Furiously he pounded the pegasus mare with all the strength he had in him.

Dash lay beneath the dragon, trying her hardest not to scream too loudly. She finally had Spike where she wanted him. It hurt, it really did, and felt so good at the same time. Spike was above her, his massive weight pinning her to the ground, one of his claws gripping her hips, the other shoving her face into the mud. The dragon's second cock was sandwiched between Dash's butt cheeks, it's searing warmth contrasting strongly with the icy cold water around her legs, and feeling it slide against her was more pleasurable than Dash ever would have imagined. Each of Spike's vicious thrusts shoved Dash an inch or two further along the shoreline, grinding her stomach and breasts into the slick mud. She tried to fight back a little, get some more control, but now that he had her, she had no chance with the dragon's far superiour size and weight. Being forced to take him like this allowed Dash to experience his immense strength and power in a most arousing way, and the pain just made it even better and more intense. Every time Spike pulled out he went until his cock was just about to slip from the young mare's sex, then rammed himself back in to the hilt with all the force he could muster. The pegasus was a small pony and she felt Spike bottoming out with each thrust, the head of his cock battering against her cervix, demanding entrance to her womb. The punches against this most vulnerable place of hers hurt, in the best possible way.

Still pressing rainbow-haired mare's head forcefully into the lake's bank, Spike slowly licked the side of her face from her neck up to her ear and snarled: “Not so smug now, are you?” his voice still tinted with resentment.

Dash wanted to tell Spike that indeed, he had now conquered her, was subjugating her, and that she loved every second of it, but his incessant, harsh thrusts kept forcing the air from her lungs in slightly pained gasps and moans. Slowly, the pain of being stretched and pummelled morphed into something else, something hot and amazing in her lower abdomen, more intense and pleasurable than anything the pegasus had ever experienced before. The heat grew with each stroke, every time her body was pushed further along the beach, her nipples and clit grinding against the slick mud of the shore. It spread and intensified, consuming more and more of her body, until finally it boiled over and melted the very core of Rainbow Dash. It wasn't so much an orgasm as a string of small orgasms, each one aborted as Spike once again forced all of himself into the young pony's tight opening, then started anew the moment the dragon hilted himself in the deepest part of the young mare. It was quite different from anything that the pegasus had ever achieved on her own, but in a most pleasurable and amazing way.

The mare's spasms lasted for more than a minute, leaving Rainbow Dash completely exhausted in the fullfilling orgasmic afterglow, Spike still kept ploughing her from behind with his amazing strength and stamina. Now that the pony was relaxed after her climax, his thrusts barely hurt any more, and while she was nowhere near another orgasm Dash quite enjoyed both the feeling of being filled over and over, and the dragon's hungry moans and grunts as he took pleasure in her body. The star flier did her best to clench her buttocks to grip and massage the cock that kept sliding pleasurably against her asshole, but her lover's incessant pounding made any controlled effort quite difficult. Dash still could do nothing but just lie there and take it, let Spike have his way with her however he wanted, and she loved the feeling of him using her body for his pleasure.

After a while she could tell his thrusts were coming faster, more eager, more needy with each second: he was getting close. Rainbow Dash felt the intense desire to feel him pump her full to the brim with his seed. His groans right next to her ear were hungry, heavy with need, and where his at first his thrusts were meant to subjugate her he now just pounded her as rapidly as he could. She could feel his strength, his endurance, and felt exhilarated that she had reduced this powerful beast to such a state of desperate need. There still was little she could physically do, but she moaned as sexily as she could and clenched her pussy around his dick, urging him to breed her, use her tight quim to bring himself to completion. A couple more hard stabs, then he held himself completely still inside her, just his cock pulsing in her folds, and a moment later she could feel spurt after spurt of his almost scalding dragon seed filling her up inside. At the same time she could also feel his second cock between her asscheeks pump out its load, and the hot semen spattering on her lower back and running down her side. It felt damned good, and Dash continued to milk the dragon by rhythmically clenching her sex and her asscheeks. Spike let out a drawn-out shuddering groan as he orgasmed deep inside the young mare.

After what seemed like forever, even though it had only been a couple of seconds, Spike was finally done, and the young boy collapsed on top of Rainbow Dash, who found herself sandwiched between muscular dragon meat and the muddy shore of the lake. For quite a while that was quite pleasant, both her and her partner resting motionlessly after their intense lovemaking, but eventually Dash did find it hard to breathe with the massive dragon on top of her and started to squirm, trying to get to a better position. Spike, attentive as always, noticed, and rolled over keeping Dash in a firm embrace. With a broad smile he kissed her, mud and all, and warmly commented: “That was amazing.”

Dash's response was unusually quiet: “Yes you were.”

Spike hummed contentedly. It was only a couple of seconds later that the words sunk in: “Wait … What?”

Dash gave him another peck and grinned up at him: “I said: 'Yes, I am.'”

The young dragon shook his head, not quite certain whether he had misheard: “Well … where you're right, you're right.” For now he was happy just to lie there, embracing the young pegasus and enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.

For quite some time – more than half an hour – the star flier laid still in the young man's arms, exhausted and thoroughly pleased, but eventually her inborn desire to move stirred, and the mud and drying seed that initially were fun and kinda hot were starting to become a bit yucky. So she propped herself up, gave Spike another peck on the lips and told him: “I'm gonna go wash up.”

Spike knew he should do the same, but he still felt too exhausted, and additionally staying on the ground afforded him a very nice upwards view of the athlete's trim body. What drew his attention away from her shapely ass and toned legs, however, was the alarming colour of blood on her inner thighs.

“Oh no! I didn't hurt you, did I?”

Dash, looking back, gave him a little smile: “Not in any way I didn't like … or you'd be feeling it thoroughly.”

Noticing his gaze going back from her eyes to below her hips, the pegasus realized what had Spike concerned: “Oh, that? Don't worry about that. I've just never had sex with a guy before. Didn't run into any where I felt like it.”

Dash felt there really was no good reason at all to tell Spike about that one time when she'd come on to Soarin and the Wonderbolt ace shot her down.

The young dragon's gaze was drawn back down to the small trace of blood on the pegasus, though.

“I'm sorry.” he said with a small and sad voice.

“Spike?” Noticing that he was still looking down, the rainbow-haired mare tapped her foot. “Eyes up here, Spike!” she commanded, pointing to her face.

When Spike's gaze met her, she stated: “I know that Rarity has sorta been coaching you on the whole boyfriend issue, but it seems she failed to mention a few crucial bits.” The pegasus drew a breath: “When you've had sex, the last thing a mare wants to hear from you is: 'I'm sorry'. It devalues the experience.”

“I'm … I see.”

That out of the way, she gave him one of her lopsided smiles: “You should know well enough that I don't do anything I don't want to, and won't hold back telling people if they screw up. So stop being all 'I'm sorry' and start being a little proud. I mean, you fucked the Dashie!”

Spike looked up, his back straightening out: “Yeah … Yeah, you're right!”

The young mare held out a hand: “Now come with me into the water! I bet you need a bath even worse than me.”

Spike took a breath, grinned, then jumped up and, ignoring the outstretched hand, grabbed the pegasus by the waist and carried her into the cold mountain lake, drawing a delighted squeal from the rainbow-haired mare. He kept wading forward until the water reached Dashes hips, who had wrapped her legs around his waist instinctually, then bent forward and dunked them both. Holding her tight he found her lips with his, and was still kissing her deeply when he let them both come back up for air several moments later. After a few seconds of making out, he broke the kiss and, looking deep into the girl's magenta eyes, spoke softly: “Thanks for being so smart.”

Rainbow Dash felt surprise for a moment, then booped her nose against the dragon's and replied smilingly: “Shush, you!” before returning to their kiss to hide her blush. Typically being around Twilight, Rarity and even Fluttershy Rainbow Dash wasn't used to being thought of as 'the smart one' – the compliment certainly felt nice.

While Rainbow Dash was far from feeling ready for another round, just making out with Spike in the water felt nice, too, and the two of them enjoyed just groping and playing around with each other – getting nice and clean in the process as a bonus.

After a while the water started feeling too cold for the both of them, and they laid down in the grass next to the lake, letting the spring sun warm them back up.

An hour or more passed in pleasant relaxation, until Rainbow Dash suddenly sat up: “Damn … I'm starting to feel hungry, and I forgot to bring lunch.”

Spike sighed, got up and walked over to some nearby bushes. Watching the pleasant sight of his muscles moving under his scales, the mare asked: “What are you doing?”

“Fixing it. Getting us food, of course.” came the dry reply from the dragon.

The athlete quickly looked around, but no food stall had magically materialized in the last couple of seconds. “How? We're in the middle of nowhere.”

Spike looked at Dash appraisingly: “We're in the middle of nature. Where do you think food comes from?”

While for Dash, as a pegasus, getting food usually meant a trip to a store or a restaurant, she essentially was aware that this was where earth ponies grew food, though she was also fairly certain that there wasn't actually a burger tree or a pizza plant. But she was curious about what Spike planned to do, and – given how thoroughly the dragon had pulverized her hips – didn't feel like getting up yet, so instead she got comfortable and replied: “Okay, smartass. Impress me.”

The sorceress assistant moved to a larger bush and – with some effort – broke off a long stick. 'I sure as hay hope he doesn't plan on serving that to me!' Dash thought as she watched Spike break off the side branches of the stick. But he discarded the only marginally appealing looking greenery and instead used his teeth to sharpen one end of the stick. The pegasus was getting an idea what he was planning as he used his dragon's fire to harden the point, but looking around she couldn't see any animals (and the thought of Spike gutting and dismembering an animal right in front of her did make her a little queasy). When the boy spread his large, purple wings and took off, Dash grumblingly hoped he wasn't planning on flying around for an hour looking for prey: they could've just as well flown back to Ponyville and gotten some real food in that case. But Spike instead flew and hovered over the lake, scanning the water briefly before he folded his wings and nosedived straight downwards, turning into a purple, arrow-shaped projectile. Dash watched open-mouthed as Spike impacted the water with a splash far smaller than his size would have suggested, and re-emerged seconds later victoriously swinging his makeshift spear and the fish impaled on it: “One fresh salmon, coming right up!”

Dash closed her mouth as she realized she had been gaping, and immediately exclaimed: “I call dibs on next!”

Her dragon friend was slightly confused: “Actually, this one was meant for you. I just thought I'd catch some more before I start with the fire and …”

“No!” the star flier interrupted him. “Not on eating that! I call dibs on catching the next fish!”

“Uh … okay?” Spike seemed slightly confused as he waded out of the water.

“Gimme that!” The rainbow-haired pony snatched the stick from her friend's hands and threw the fish to him without a second thought, intently studying the details of the makeshift spear instead.

Spike caught the fish and started to explain: “So … you want to pick your target from above, but make sure it's deep enough that you won't hit the bottom …”

“I saw you do it!” Dash interrupted him, annoyed. “I can figure it out.”

The dragon held up his hands placatingly, then stared in awe as Rainbow Dash took off at full speed – a sight that, despite how many times he had seen it, still impressed the heck out of him.

The flying ace, meanwhile, got to a comparable height to where Spike had been before and scanned the lake for a good target. There was no way she'd watch Spike do something that looked that fucking cool and not copy the stunt immediately. Finding a useable updraft she hovered, using a minimum number of wing-flaps to stay as still as she could. While Spike's huge dragon wings were a big disadvantage when it came to tight places and rapid direction changes, Dash did find it much harder and more exhausting to hover with her smaller, less raptor-like wings. But the ace did little other than fly every day, so what would have left other pegasi panting rather quickly simply meant a decent work out for her. It did not take Dash long to spot suitable prey, and after taking a moment to aim she folded her wings the way she had seen Spike do it and shot downwards towards the lake. In the moments it took her to reach her target she made minimal adjustments to her flightpath with her wings as her target was moving as well, and then the ice cold water surface hit her like a wall. The pegasus was dazed for a moment, surrounded by dark water, and lost track of where up or down was. But the star athlete knew well enough what to do and just relaxed, letting the air in her lungs carry her upwards towards the surface. The mare felt her head break free and sucked in a much needed breath, getting her bearings. She looked to her makeshift spear and indeed found the fish she had aimed for impaled on it. Swinging it victoriously in the air, she looked for Spike, and found him ruffling through some bushes.

“I did it!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed triumphantly.

“Good job!” came her friend's returned amicable return. He had already set up a little stone circle and gathered some firewood, and when Rainbow Dash waded on the shore – her wet wings had forced her to swim rather than fly – he lit the fire with his breath and took the fish from the pony, who shook herself to get dry more quickly. Spike used his claw to quickly and efficiently gut the fish and remove the entrails. Rainbow Dash couldn't help but feel a tiny bit envious at just how badass those claws looked: she knew that they were so hard that Spike had no trouble digging through the ground to find gems for Rarity with them. As she watched him assuredly impale the fish on the spear again to roast it, the pegasus asked: “So … since you have these awesome claws, why use a spear?”

“Well, it's …” Spike began, but then reconsidered. “You know how it's hard to catch flies with your hand but it's easy to swat them with your tail?”

“I can do it.” the star flier assured self-confidently.

“Sure, you can, but for most people it's quite a challenge. And it's kinda the same thing with the fish. They can see my claws coming and dodge them, nature has prepared them for that for billions of years, but they have a much harder time spotting a spear. At least that's how Twilight explained it.”

Rainbow Dash nodded: it made sense that the young dragon would go to Twilight asking for an explanation. “And why the campfire rather than just grill the fish with your dragon's breath?”

“If you like your fish coal on the outside and raw on the inside, we can do that.” Spike chuckled. “I can create enough heat to light up firewood, but I'd pass out trying to maintain a flame for long enough for a fish to be properly heated all the way through. And my dragon's breath is so hot the outside would be charred rather than tasty. Also, a campfire is just more comfy.”

Having scooted close to dry more quickly, Dash wasn't about to disagree.

Spike basically had to fight off Dash to stop her from eating the fish half raw, then seasoned it with some greenery he plucked from the undergrowth, and finally presented it to the star flier after what was entirely too long a time, according to Dash. Hungrily she dug in, quickly followed by appreciative hums as she enjoyed the taste. It was far better than the instant meals she usually prepared herself – to her it even tasted better than what she normally got at restaurants. Spike, on the other hand, frowned as he slowly chewed on his fish.

“What's wrong?”

“Needs a sprinkle of salt. And while I did find some thyme, it could really do with a bit of sage, and a few drops of lemon juice.”

“You're being really picky. It's damn good!”

Spike looked up, surprised: “Thanks. I'm actually fine with it, but I would like to cook something really nice for you, and this is far from the best I could do if I just had a few more ingredients.”

Rainbow Dash was surprised to feel her heart skip a beat at the dragon's honest words: she normally really wasn't keen on any of that nonsense mushy stuff, but Spike wanting to cook a tasty meal for her was … kinda cute.

Feeling herself blush at the thought of Spike doing wifey stuff at her … horribly messy cloudominium which she would definitely have to clean up before she invited him, the pegasus played it off by being playfully abrasive: “Well, if your future career as trophy wife for the owner of the biggest fashion empire in Equestria doesn't pan out, you can always fall back on becoming my house maid.”

At the mention of his long time crush, the young dragon started to fret: “Oh goddess! My date with her is tomorrow! What do I do? What if I screw it up? What if I say something stupid?”

Seeing Spike start to hyperventilate, Rainbow Dash decided to step in, grabbing the boys shoulder to get him to look at her: “Hey, big boy, calm down! You don't need to worry. You were plenty cool today, and Rarity really likes you. Just be yourself, and you'll be fine.”

“You really think so?”

Spike's wide eyed stare, proof of how much her opinion meant to him, made Rainbow Dash blush, letting go of his shoulder and turning away: “Don't make me say something like that again.”

“Thanks, Dash. You're the best.”

With that, the large dragon pulled her into his lap. And while Rainbow Dash wouldn't have admitted it, sometimes just cuddling was really nice, too.

Several hours later found them flying homewards to Ponyville. They had spent the day frolicking, resting and just hanging out in the sun. Being able to decide what the weather would be had its perks.

Looking at the setting sun, Spike yelled: “Wow. Time really flew by. I should barely make it back in time to prepare dinner.”

“Eager to get back to cook for your sister? I might still make you late, though.”

The draft prevented Spike from understanding. “What was that?”

“Never mind, just follow me!”

She signalled her wingman, who knew from their training how to respond, and steered towards a large, fluffy cumulus cloud.

Spike landed soon after her, and, looking around, asked: “What's here?”

Rainbow Dash hopped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and copping a nice feel of his well developed shoulder muscles as she answered: “You are.” before french-kissing him aggressively.

After a couple of seconds of the star athlete viciously attacking Spike's face, including a number of not too gentle love-bites, she briefly separated from him to immediately strip off the rather flimsy garments she was wearing, allowing her friend to finally get a word in: “There's just no stopping you, is there? What brought this on?”

Rainbow Dash, already naked, returned to her lover, aggressively tearing off his clothing: “They say that sex in the clouds is way different from down on earth. And better.”

“Better?” the young man asked, almost incredulously.

Dash playfully bit her dragon friend: “Yeah, I want to know, too.” She reached between them and undid his pants: “Let's find out.”

“You're insatiable. We went at it THREE times at the lake! You're going to wear me out. Not all of us can have godlike stamina like you do.”

“Then just lie back and let me do all the work this time.”

Keeping a tight grip with her legs around the dragon's waist, Dash leant back then pushed forward with force, toppling her friend backwards. The star flier knew cumulus clouds to be soft and fluffy, so the impact was cushioned well enough.

The young mare ground her already wet pussy against her lover's rapidly hardening dick: “Well, here's someone who isn't complaining all the time, but actually seems to be up for some exercise!”

Spike groaned: he had thought that bad word puns where his domain. The young dragon's main focus, however, quickly became the feeling of Dash's soft, slick pussy-lips sliding along his lower cock – not quite enveloping it yet, but Dash applied enough pressure so that her folds parted slightly as she ground herself against her lover. Looking down at the powerful dragon trapped beneath her and using him for her pleasure was quite a turn on for the Wonderbolt, but it wasn't enough. Dash wasn't known for patience or a subtle approach, so quite quickly she reached down and lined up the large, barbed cock with her slick entrance. A throaty groan was forced from her mouth as she sank down, spearing her still almost virgin pussy, already sore from having just recently been stretched so far for the first time ever, on Spike's hot, slightly twitching, lower barbed penis. It was a bit painful, but Dash was far too aroused to care. Decisively she pushed herself down, feeling the dragon's cock stretch her ever deeper inside, his second member rubbing against her outer lips and especially her clit, the little barbs adding amazing stimulation to the contact. Dash groaned and grabbed onto Spike for support: the intensity of the feeling made her head swim and she wasn't even quite sure where up or down was any more. When she finally felt her bottom make contact with her lover's scaled thighs, signifying that she had taken as much of him inside her as possible, Dash was panting and sweating from exertion. He was just so incredibly big, especially in comparison with Dashes small, lithe frame. The pegasus leaned back, turning her head up to the slowly darkening sky, and just took a moment to both enjoy the feeling and gather her bearings. As she bent backwards, she could feel Spike's huge cock press against that particularily sensitive region inside her pussy – given that she barely moved, the stimulation was nice rather than overwhelming, but pleasurably intensified as the little barbs on Spike's cock magnified every small movement she made. The hungry groan Dash could hear from Spike as she did this brought both a smug smile and an aroused flush to the pegasus' cheeks.

'Oh, so you like that?' she thought. 'Well, then let's try this!'

Not quite ready for a proper pounding, Dash instead started to gyrate her hips in circles while sitting on Spike's dick, which had the very pleasurable side effect that her outer lips were continuously grinding against her lover's groin. She could feel the dragon's searing hot cock twitch inside her, and the way he gripped her thighs, clenched his teeth and spouted little wisps of smoke from his nostrils told Dash that Spike definitely approved. As she looked down, the blue furred mare could see to her own amazement a bulge – the outline of Spike's dick – on her lower belly, and compare it to Spike's other cock that stood proud and free between them. Before she had not been in a position to really observe it, and it filled the athlete with amazement, and a tiny bit of trepidation, that she could actually fit something that huge inside her. Every time she moved the little barbs on the cock impaling her were tugging at what seemed to be every last fold of her while the small protrusions on the spire rubbing against her folds from the outside stimulated her labia and clit like a dozen little fingers gently scratching over her most sensitive areas. Frankly, it was just too much. The stimulation was too intense, and if she continued like this Dash knew she would come in no time – and she wanted a bit more pleasure and a bit more time in control before that happened. So a change in strategy was in order.

“Time to spice this up!” she announced, and lifting herself up she switched to impaling herself on Spike's top cock instead, the bottom one sliding between her butt cheeks. Assessing the situation, Dash found it slightly more comfortable: the intense stimulation of her clit was gone, this position made it easier for her to grind her pussy lips against Spike's groin, and she found the hot rod resting nestled in her ass crack surprisingly comfortable and arousing – it also allowed her to squeeze the dragon's second cock between her butt-cheeks. Continuing the circular motion with her hips – a bit like dancing, Dash thought – the pegasus took a moment to assess the situation, stretching upwards and ruffling her own hair a little. Another hungry growl brought her attention back to Spike, and the desire and straightup need she saw in his eyes alerted her to the view she had just treated him to.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” the young mare teased, keeping one hand behind her head and using the other to tweak one of her nipples. Spike's vigorous nodding made Dash feel even warmer inside than she had already been. An idea of how to sate her innate desire to show off flashed through her head.

“Well, then watch this!” she commanded, before joining her hands behind her head and lifting herself up using nothing but wing strokes, then lowering herself down again the same way. Such controlled ascending and descending over minute distances took immense strength – in flight even more so than pull-ups – and Dash knew Spike recognized this. Fluttershy would have been exhausted and quit after at most three, but Rainbow Dash wasn't known as star flier throughout the realm for nothing. And given how he was staring at her, his eyes wandering between her breasts and her face, he definitely found the way that this workout of her wing muscles made her breasts sway very alluring. Dash had a wide, self-certain grin on her face, even though she was beginning to work up quite a sheen of sweat and started to pant from the exertion. The pegasus relished exerting herself, and loved a physical challenge. And from how Spike's cocks were twitching, she figured he quite enjoyed both the hot and velvety insides of her cunt, as well as having his second dick sandwiched between her butt cheeks, which rhythmically clenched as she used her wings to lift herself.

Dash could see the exact moment that something in Spike's eyes changed. Initially he had just lain back, let her do the work and enjoyed the spectacular view of her toned body moving atop of him, crowned by her blushing and sweating face surrounded by her sexily messed up mane, but at some point that just wasn't enough, and the need to be more 'hands on' overcame him. As she came down on him, he rose up and caught her in an embrace, starting to lick and suck on her nipples. As she couldn't move vertically any more, Dash went back to gyrating her sex against Spike's: to be entirely honest she was happy for this development. For one thing, while this had been fun it started to be really exhausting, which made her appreciate the serious pounding Spike had given her earlier even more, and for another, while Dash didn't consider her breasts particularily sensitive or arousing, she quite liked that Spike seemed to very much appreciate them, especially given that most of her friends had a much bigger bust than her. But while Dash didn't have much in terms of cleavage, Spike certainly seemed to enjoy her shapely, perky breasts, given the way he was manhandling and nursing on them. His boyish fascination with her slightly differing anatomy allowed the pegasus a chance to catch her breath. Her little display of physical prowess had taken more out of her than she had anticipated – but then she already knew that exerting oneself at high altitudes was more tiring than on ground level. Her head was swimming a little, and so far she was certainly enjoying sex in the clouds as least as much as on the ground, if not more.

As Spike was kissing and licking Dashes breasts, one of his hands was on her back between her wings, holding her close and rubbing her tense muscles, while the other had snuck lower and was now groping the mare's tight ass. While overall the star athlete found that she was moving away from an orgasm rather than towards it, she still found the experience remarkably pleasing. Being held by her lover gave her a nice opportunity to run her hands over his muscled form, stroking, groping and exploring to her heart's content.

It did not take too long, however, for Dash to feel the need for a bit more excitement. This gentle lovemaking was nice, but Dash wasn't exactly known for being tame. Therefore, the pegasus reached for the dragon's chin and lifted his eyes up to meet hers: “So … are you content with this, or are you actually going to properly fuck me?”

Spike blinked twice, then, almost before she knew it, Dash felt herself being flipped around, her face pressed into the soft cloud by a large claw as her lover loomed above and behind her.

“So this is too soft for you, is it, Dash?” Spike growled in a deep voice, sending pleasurable shiver's down the mare's spine. “I'll show you just how hard I can pound you if I want to!”

“Yes!” She responded loudly. “Plough me! Wreck me! Show me just how strong and powerful you really are!”

In a much lower and rather worried tone (which the pegasus found a disappointing turn off compared to his earlier growling) the dragon cautioned: “Dash! You are being too loud! What if someone hears us?”

“Then let them hear us! I don't care! Let the whole world know that you, Spike the dragon, got to fuck the amazing Rainbow Dash!”

For about a second or so, Spike was completely still, but then he leaned forward, covering all of Dashes body with his larger one, and growled, back to his deeper, sexy voice: “Remember, you asked for this.” before lining himself up with the pegasus' lower lips.

Dash for her part was smiling like mad: finally he got the message.

The dragon's first thrust literally drove the air from the pony's lungs. Rainbow Dash found that while she quite enjoyed being on top and in control, being held down and ploughed from behind felt even better for her. Once again Spike's thrusts were so forceful that the lighter pony was gradually shoved forward towards the edge of the cloud. Eventually, when she could already see the ground far below them, she managed to hold onto the fluffy substance with her innate pegasus magic, but the risk of being literally fucked over the edge by her lover was a huge turn on for the star athlete. Every time the dragon pushed forward, the lithe mare's pussy was filled and stretched as far as it possibly could, while every time he pulled back the little barbs on his cock stimulated every last fold in her pussy. The burning mixture of pleasure and pain was rapidly stoking an inferno in Dashes stomach.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Faster!” Dash wasn't even really sure she could even take harder or faster, but damned, she was going to find out!

“You are one tough mare, Rainbow Dash.” her dragon lover commented admiringly, before doing his best to give his pegasus lover exactly what she asked for. Spike straightened back up, gripping Rainbow Dash's hips so that he could pound her as hard as possible, pulling her backwards each time he thrust forwards. The impact of his thighs against her buttocks were as hard and as loud as slaps. In a desperate bid not to entirely lose control of herself, the athlete bit into the cloud she was holding on to for dear life, but since this was just fluffy vapour, she inadvertently ripped a hole into the cloud, the piece she had bitten off dissolving to wet mist between her teeth. Dash did her best to hold back, retain control, delay cumming for just a little bit longer, but found that she could not. Spike's cock, driven into her like a steel-hard, spiked piston, forced an orgasm of epic proportions from the lithe, young mare. As her pussy contracted in pleasurable spasms Spike did not give her any respite, continuing to pound her as hard as before, the scream that was being forced from the blue-furred athlete's lips being cut up into smaller segments, each one punctuated by the dragon's brutal thrusts ending with a slapping sound as his thighs connected with her butt. Dash's head was spinning and her vision turned to black from lack of oxygen as she experienced an orgasm more intense than any she could have ever imagined. Only when the drawn out wail had completely petered out, no more air being left in the pegasus' burning lungs, did her lover finally slow down and give her a much needed chance to finally catch a breath. Dash had collapsed, and, no longer being pulled back up by the dragon, no was flat on her stomach. Spike laid on top of her and after a few seconds growled in that wonderful deep voice of his: “I hope you didn't think we're finished, because I sure as fuck am not.”

Dash barely had a second to process what the young dragon had said before he started sawing in and out of her still twitching, overstimulated pussy again. He was taking her significantly gentler and slower than before, but with how sensitive the young mare was from just having orgasmed harder than ever before in her life, the tiny barbs rubbing back and forth over her swollen, wet folds pushed that wonderful, fine line between pleasure and pain. With her lying on her stomach rather than kneeling the angle of penetration wasn't quite as good, but the dragon's thrusts didn't reach as deep either, which in this situation the small, young pegasus preferred.

Even though Dash was quite a stretch away from being able to have another orgasm, she found just lying there and being pounded by the huge dragon immensely pleasurable. His aroused grunts and the obvious great pleasure he took from banging her added to the amazing stimulation provided by his barbs sliding back and forth within her pussy. Secretly, Dash was amazed that Spike hadn't cum yet, but their multiple rounds at the lake had probably really taken it out of him.

The hole that the pegasus had ripped from the cloud earlier hadn't filled up again yet, so with her hands gripping the rim of the feathery white island they were on, she had a nice view of the landscape below them. Gazing down from the cloud, Rainbow Dash was amazed to see another pony sitting against a tree near a meadow underneath them. For a moment, Dash felt like blushing: there was no way they hadn't been heard. But then she found she really didn't care: yes, she was an adult mare having amazing sex and being vocal about it, and anyone who didn't like that could go sod themselves with a fire iron.

Looking closer, the pegasus recognized the yellow coated mare: Bon-Bon or something like that was her name; Rainbow Dash had seen her around in Ponyville, but never really gotten to talk to her. But judging by where the earth pony's hand was in her panties, the mare was definitely enjoying the show. Well, Rainbow Dash was nothing if not a star performer, and the thought that her lovemaking had aroused another mare to the point of masturbation was a huge turn on for her. If it was a show Bon-Bon wanted, Rainbow Dash would be happy to deliver. She made sure to moan as loudly and as sexily for their little voyeur as she could, adding some sultry talk to give the earth pony a good insight into the amazing sex she was listening to.

“Fuck, Spike! You're so big! I love how you're just holding me down and taking me with your awesome strength.”

Dash could tell by Spike's pleased growls and his increased tempo that he certainly enjoyed her dirty talk as well.

“Pound my tight pony pussy with your huge dragon dick! Stretch me so wide I won't be able to walk anymore!”

The star athlete could see that Bon-Bon was getting close from the rapid movements of the earth pony mare, and decided to kick it up a notch for the finale.

“Make me cream all over your massive dragon cock! Mark me and pump me full with your hot seed! Ruin me for anyone else but you!”

Spike roared and grabbed her rainbow-coloured mane, pulling her head back forcefully and biting into her shoulder, and deep below them Bon-Bon stiffened and froze for a few seconds before slumping against the tree she leaned on. The rough treatment and feeling her dragon lover twitch inside her and pump her full with his hot seed triggered another, though smaller orgasm for Rainbow Dash – she was a bit behind them, but managed to ride it out nicely, rubbing her clit to get fulfilment herself.

Spike slumped down on his pegasus lover, obviously completely spent after the thorough pounding he had given her. Dash considered waving at Bon-Bon, but didn't want to alert Spike to the fact that they had had an audience for their tryst. The dragon was panting, his hands still roaming over the pegasus toned body: “Damn, Dash, you are amazing, that's for sure. I hope you can fly this cloud straight to the library, because I'm toast.”

Rainbow Dash laughed, and decided she'd take care of that later. For now she just enjoyed lying in her lover's strong arms and watched the sun light up the sky in a brilliant display of crimson hues as it set.

Author's Note

And this is it. For those who want a more detailed explanation as to why there won't be any more content forthcoming, that can be found in this blog post.
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