Born of Clouds

It is a rare occasion for Rainbow Dash and you to actually walk to your house together. Most days, she'd come flying in through a window before doing whatever it is that you had scheduled together, on others she would rather race you than take a leisurely flight. Naturally, you would have to enjoy this rare moment for what it is worth, Rainbow walking, walking! By your side, in rare silence.

Tired, is she?

"Kinda.. I guess."

She feel like doing anything other than reading?

"I dunno... what else you got?"

She isn't as quick to pick up on things as usual, though more likely due to her fatigue than anything. You, however, waste no time ,opting to spend the journey home eying her all over, trying subtly to hint what you want.

Your home is a simple Ponyville house, with nothing much to distinguish it from the ordinary save windows that had been replaced a few more times than average. You are fortunate enough to have it be on some relatively high ground, on a small hill above the surrounding buildings, just enough for an occasional loose cloud to come in, an embarrassed pegasus usually following to retrieve it.

"Huh? You sure we're at your house?"

You tell her to look at the window.

"Oooh. Hey, this looks like a shard of glass from when I-oh, yeah, heheheh... sorry about that."

You sigh, opening the door to let her in.

"You got anything to drink, or something? I'm just going to be over here..."

She heads into your bedroom. Though you already know she wants your bookshelf, you cannot help but feel a little disappointed anyway. Cold drinks in hand, you enter your bedroom to find Dash going through some certain other books that definitely did not have 'Daring Do' on their covers.

"Aaah! Uh, I was, I wasjust-"

Goodness, you didn't think she would be interested in these kinds of books.

"I just saw the title and was curious!"

Sure she is.

"W-why do you even have things like these around, anyway? Ewww!"

Huh? Oh, well, you just.. got curious when you saw them at the shops, yeah. You just wanted to know a pony's viewpoint on these things, yeah?

"Yeah, right."

An awkward few moments pass, while Dash continues hanging on to the copy of 'Longing for a Winged One,' one of your more guilty pleasures where'd you imagine yourself as the stallion lead wooing his pegasus crush in the corniest of ways.

Yeah, fine, you like stuff like that, does she have a problem with it?

"Huh? Umm.. it's... well, nothing wrong with that! Well, I mean.."

"Fine! I looked because I was interested, alright? I mean, especially after what we saw just now..."

She looks away again, shades of red matching the top part of her mane blossoming on her cheeks.

"Just help me put it back, alright? Where do you even keep this, anyway?"

You seat yourself on the floor next to her by the shelf, looking for the spot where you keep your other books like these. You don't know whether to point it out for Dash or to just take the book and fit it in, but in your hesitation you give her enough time to find the correct row for herself.

"What-"

No more time to be wasted. Before any of you can even think, you plant a kiss, right on her lips. Her wings spring out, and your hands are already ready to fondle the vanes.

"Mmmm! Mmm..."

She is caught by surprise, but doesn't resist very much. Only when you start playing with her feathers does she begin struggling a bit, as you undo all the careful work she did in the morning preening. You don't mind very much, it only means that you get to play with her wings a little more when you have to preen them for her to make up for this.

Dash didn't really know how to kiss, but she does try. Somewhat clumsily, her tongue plays around with yours, while her eyes are shut tightly in focus as she tries so very hard to please your tongue a little better. No one could expect any less of the newest Wonderbolt hopeful, after all. Moving your hands to her back, taking a chance to rub the base of her wings a little, you hold her and lean back. You lie down on the floor , back facing upwards while she lies on your chest, still having yet to break the kiss till a little later.

"Heheheh, well? Better than last time, wasn't it?"

She's awfully proud about her excellent re-enactment of a particular scene you really liked in your book.

"S-so it's good, yeah?"

Your only response is to stroke her cheeks, gently massaging them with your fingertips. This yields the greatest of results, as Dash squeals. She squeals subtly, but it is clear that as of now she has little to hide, and you just have to take in this rare chance where you got to hear her being.. girly. Elusive, but it made coaxing it out all the more satisfying, especially when you know that you are the only one who ever got to hear such a thing.

Oooh.. ooh! Heheheheh..."

A privilege only for you.

You move a hand over to her belly while she stands over you, giving her a light , good scratching. right where she'll enjoy it. It intensifies her giggling, making you fight to not just throw her to the ground and force your hands on her belly right there and then. But no, you maintain control, still laying beneath her while she stands over you, a hand stroking her cheek and another her underside. That is, until you brush against a small, smooth spot, and she gasps a little.

Well, then...

"Huh?"

Does she feel like.. doing anything?

"What do you-oh! Oh, oh, right, right..."

Some more red appears on her cheeks, before quickly giving way to a mischievous grin. She lets her legs give way, collapsing onto you and putting some nice pressure on a tension down there you'd been nursing for a while. Her eyes widen slightly, but she recovers quickly, and you again play a little with her wings while she works the buttons off your shirt with her mouth. She does it more quickly than ever before, showing a good amount of practice that explained the state of your clothes whenever you left her in your home alone.

She reaches your pants, and again with a surprising amount of ease, takes them off. That only leaves one more, and to take it off she positions herself so her tail is just above your face, letting you see everything it conceals. Everything.

You can't hear what she's saying as she manages to work off that last piece, releasing the pressure there, but it is difficult to think anyway as she beings licking it, your now completely exposed, upright being. Right above you, her rainbow tail wags about enticingly, as if signalling to you her increasing need to be met. Seeing fluid rapidly accumulating around her little hole, you know she'd soon be begging. Now, however, is not the time for that.

Tugging a few times on her tail, you signal for her to lower herself. She bends her strong, sleek hind legs, moving her vagina close enough to your mouth. The second you reach out your tongue, touching it just a little... her wings spring out, spreading a few feathers around your room. Her legs jerk, as if she was about to collapse on you, but she maintains her control with aid of her now flapping wings. The breeze is comfortable, enough to make the sensation of her mouth on you, and the satisfaction of licking her just a bit better.

Her rhythm is surprisingly steady, it seems she's learned not to go too fast yet. She knows how you like it and is getting better, but you are not to be outdone. You are aggressive, you dig deep into her, taking each and every sudden jerk in her body as a sign of your success.

"Mmmmphh!"

She tries to cry out while her mouth is filled, but only gives off a muffled groan. Or maybe that's what she was aiming for, she knows how much you enjoy it. Her tail wags more rapidly, as if to confirm your thoughts. You only need to keep licking, playing with her hole, alternating between the lips and the small nub at one of the edges, till she reaches a peak. Dash wings beat so rapidly that, instead of collapsing onto you as she usually does, she falls away and onto her back, her legs dangling in the air as she pants with a pretty smile on her face.

"Haaaah.... not yet..."

No, not yet.

In her limp state, she is easy to pick up. Dash even hangs on to you as you lift her up, then drop her onto your bed. Almost immediately, despite her exhaustion, she gets on her hooves, resting her head on a pillow. There. She's about to do That. You do not even want to blink now, lest you lose even a single moment of what is about to unfold. her head and front legs lower, while her wings stretch out their length, right to the feathers. Her hind legs stretch back and spread, and finally, her tail raises, giving you a full view of... everything.

"...come on! I'm dyin' over here!"

Dash manages to speak while she has her face buried in your pillow. Already, she's soiling your bedsheets with her dripping, ruining your last efforts at cleaning them. Ah, well.

You grab hold of her sides, and begin teasing the lips of her entrance with your tip. Her legs almost thrash about, but she manages to hold them to a steady tremble. You still refuse to give her any more than a very, very slight taste - nothing but rubbing the tip, on occasion even pulling away to see her silently beg, as she winks in succession, hoping that you'd lose control or give in to mercy - anything. When she tries to move her body to force onto you, you pull back and hold her tightly in place.

"AAAAAH! PLEA-"

As she lifts her head up to scream, you push it back into the pillow, muffling her to indeterminate cries. This leaves one less hand to hold her body still, which thrashes about even more with one less restraint. It'll be difficult to hold on with just one hand so you'll have to give in. She's earned it.

You wait for one of her thrusts backwards, and - timing it perfectly at last - thrust into her right at the same time.

"MMMMMMMPPPPHH!"

If her head were not pressed into a pillow right now, you might have had to apologise to the neighbours.

With one hand holding her head down by her mane, another on her butt, grabbing her cutie mark, you move. Not gently, that's for babies, Dash says. You do it hard, putting your mass into every action, giving it all to her as she yells out suppressed cries from in the pillow. There is no need for her to hold back, all she has to do is give herself entirely to you, letting her mind go wild and lose itself. You need only do the same, having no thoughts of anything other than her.

Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash. The only concept that fills your mind, as you feel her clenching around you with those muscles. Seeing her from behind, her tail wagging back and forth as she eagerly takes you in... you want this to go on for so much more, but neither of you can manage, especially as her wings flap like never before, spreading some more pretty blue feathers around your bed.

Her legs are starting to buckle over, and her screams are becoming less erratic, yet stronger. Her mind is not only lost with thoughts of you, but need for her own impending release as well.

"AAAAAAAH! I-I'm going-"

All good things have to end.

Eventually, sometime in the frenzy both of you are in, you both let go. Overwhelming waves of sensation pulse through you as you fill her with viscous liquid, right into her eagerly contracting orifice. Her body shudders, then jerks forward as her wings suddenly come to a stop, losing even more feathers as they point outward. She lets out a last yell, before a gush of her own fluid comes out, then collapses onto your bed, spent. Exhausted, you too allow yourself to drop, right next to her.

"Haaah.. hah.."

Her face is right next to yours, panting heavily, though with a weak smile on. Had fun, did she?

"...yeah. C'mere..."

She scoots over to you, kissing you on the cheek, this time without any leverage like in the morning. You need only idly ruffle her mane in return, silently marveling at how the rainbow pattern stays no matter how much you mess it up. In the midst of this, she grabs you into a cuddle, and Dash's cuddles are precious enough that you would give up even playing with her mane or wings to return them. Slipping your arms around her, you give her entire body a tight squeeze, nuzzling her as her head rests next to yours, letting the coat on her face tickle yours.

A sweet, sweet moment of peace with one who rarely allowed for them. Bliss.

"So.. uh, about those new Daring Do books you said you got..."

Ah, well. The fleeting moments only made them so much better.

The day was certainly far from over. With Rainbow Dash, one born of a different world of clouds, you could never be sure. In the end, that was what made her such a precious thing to you.