Red Fire

Dash glided through the sky. The air was getting cool, but the afternoon had warmed the ground enough that she could find updrafts to keep her airborn with almost no effort on her part. She found herself over the Apple farm in just a few minutes.

‘Now to find Big Mac’ Sweeping over the east field as high as she could, and still see. ‘Not here’ She recalled him saying something about pitching out the old straw. ‘Let see if he’s at the hay-barn’

As soon as she cleared the ridge she could see a large red pony throwing straw from a large pile into a cart. A mischievous grin spread across her face; she had an idea. Her altitude was pretty good. She should be able to glide all the way to him. In total silence.

Mac had spent the morning getting the old straw that had molded out of the barn. Now he was focused on loading it up and hauling it to the compost pile. He had gotten most of it. Just a few loads left. Feeling a strange breeze he looked to see what caused it. Dash had appeared right beside him with a simple “Boo”. He was startled to the point of screaming like a little filly. Dash burst out into laughing, rolling in her amusement.

Recovering his composure Mac joined in laughing at the scene. After Dash stopped laughing, she got back on her hooves. “Your sister told me to go find you for dinner.”

“That time already” He said a bit shocked at how quick the day had gone. “You get your errands done?”

“Sure did.” She said with the an air of a boast. Coming close to Mac she affectionately pressed her neck and shoulder against his. She had a momentary flashback to the encounter in the spring house; when she had used the throw technique to force him on top of her. The straw pile beside them caught her eye. Musing out loud. “Hmm, I wonder if..’” Dash shifter her weight.

“Wonder what?” was all he got out before he realized he was in midair, and upside down. The straw pile made for a soft landing. Dash appeared over him with a confident look. “Ha! I knew I could throw you!”

Mac returned her grin as he lunged up and wrapped his forelegs around her neck, pulling her into the straw pile with him.

She made sure to land on top of him. “Ha, I got you pinned too now.” Her hooves strategically placed to hold him down, despite his strength.

He was Impressed. She had a pretty good pin on him. He could brute force the both of them up at the same time, but he had other plans. “Now what are ya going to do with me?” He said with a teasing tone. Reaching his head forward he met her lips in gential kiss. Dash tilted her head and pressed into his mouth. As she relaxed her hold, he slipped his forelegs free and wrapped them around her. They spent a long moment in the caressing embrace.

Feeling Mac getting aroused she reached down and stroked his hardening phallus. Without breaking the kiss she lifted her body up. Placing the tip of his stallionhood just inside herself she lowered her hips back down. She grinned as Mac let out a little moan.

Breaking away from the kiss, she sat up; him still within her. From this position she could move however she wanted. Rocking herself around him she could hit all her favorite spots. Closing her eyes she focused on feeling every touch, movement, and sound. She lived within every strong and intentional caress Mac gave. Felt his every twitch and throb inside her. Her inner dialogue faded to a primal existence within the moment. She knew this primal energy. This is why she flew. When she pushed herself to the limit in the sky, she would let her mind go and simply exist.

Mac watched her every move as he felt the contours of her writhing form. Laying on his back he could see every inch of the gorgeous mare. Her wings had flared to their most extended position. They blocked the setting sun from his view and created a golden halo around her. She looked like one of the divine beings he had read about many years ago. Her gentle moans stuttered into a long exhale. He watched a quiver start at her wing tips and travel through her entire body. He again wrapped his forelegs around her as she slowly collapsed upon him.

The powerful orgasm left her feeling weak. Now she wanted Mac to hold her. He was still hard within her. She liked the feeling, and kept moving her hips slightly. He had one foreleg holding her head and the other around her wings and back. Pressing her firmly against himself he moved, rolling them both over. She suddenly found herself beneath him. Big Mac’s sudden initiative and looming presence over her made her feel delicate. She nuzzled into his muscled neck and wrapped her forelegs around him. Holding onto him by his withers.

He made a powerful thrust into her. A great moan escaped Dash’s clenched teeth. Louder and more animal than Mac had heard before. He paused a moment, pulling mostly out of Dash. A slight expression of worry on his face “You ok?” he asked though hurried breath.

“Yesss!” She hissed. Her head thrown back. All four of her legs worked in unison to pull the stallion back into her.

Mac gave a simple smile. Taking the hint, he gave her another thrust and was rewarded with another bestial moan. This time he did not stop. Instead he took a steady rhythm of strong full length thrusts into her. Dash knew he wouldn’t last long, and ached for him to release inside her. Looking up at him, they locked in a kiss. His thrusts literally shook her whole body. Feeling his back start to stiffen, she knew he was at the edge. He broke away from the kiss to press his forehead to hers and look deeply into her eyes. Clenching her even tighter as he quaked all over, but never broke their gaze. A warm tingle rolled over her body. She was lost in the dream-scape of his eyes while his phallus throbbed powerfully within her. Holding him tightly, his full weight relaxed upon her.

Lying there in exhaustion for a moment Mac interrupted the silence. “We should get to the house before the food gets cold.” Though he didn’t volunteer to make the first move.

“You’re going to have to move first” Dash responded.

Slowly getting up Mac found that his legs were a bit rubbery beneath him. Seeing his shaky stance, Dash smiled with satisfaction that she had turned the big guys legs wobbly.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to clean up when we get to the house.” Mac mused out loud

Dinner was just coming off the stove when they got back. They managed to keep a straight face walking into the house. Each excusing themselves to go “wash-up before eating”.

When everypony had eaten enough to happily complain about how full they were, the girls turned to talking about Fluttershy’s garden party. Mac perked up when he heard it mentioned. “O’ somepony mentioned that to me. She’s going to even have music and a dance floor. Rainbow, lets make it a date and go together.”

Dash surveyed the families reaction to the sudden declaration from Mac. Granny Smith, with a knowing grin, didn’t miss a beat in her rocking chair. She thought Applebloom was about to explode out of her own skull with pent-up excitement. While Applejack gave her a steady neutral look, with one eyebrow raised.

Raising her head in with an expression of pride. “I’d like that” She said smoothly.

The evening grew to night as they all chatted in the family room. She had a full stomach and the day had been long and tiring. Her best efforts couldn’t keep her eyes open. She fell asleep against Big Mac several times. Jolting awake again to rejoining whatever the new topic was. Half asleep she could hear Granny's voice come closer. “Poor things dead tired. Take her on up, and you two go to sleep for the night.” There was a fuzzy memory of being carried to a bed.

Getting Dash in bed, Mac came back down to the family room. Granny was alone in the living room, straightening a few things. “Applejack and Applebloom go to bed?” He asked a bit surprised by the sudden emptiness of the room.

“Applebloom went to bed. Applejack said she wanted to get something out of the attic for tomorrow.”

Mac sat down and took a breath. “Granny... Do you think...” His voice trailed off. He was searching for words that he just couldn’t find.

Laying down the blanket she had folded, Granny sat next to him. “Honey, You spent three days working in the field with that mare. Not once did you complain about her work. Other than your sister, she’s the first pony that I’ve ever known to keep up with you.” Pausing for a moment she got up to look out the window. “I know you love the farm. But, I also know you want to see other places. You’ll live more with a free-spirit like that in your life. And I think she’s looking for a place to call home, where she knows ponies are waiting for her.”

Mac nodded in silence. Giving his grandmother a hug goodnight he turned to go back upstairs.

The dawn light found Dash’s closed eyes and gently woke her. She felt refreshed, having slept better than normal. A thick blanket was pulled snug around her. Slowly opening her eyes she realized, she had no idea where she was. Her mind raced before feeling a large heavy foreleg pull her into a tender cuddle. It was Big Mac. Laying her head back down, she enjoyed the tender moment and looked around. Other than her basic weather duties, she had nothing to do today, but help Mac paint the barn. ‘It should be a good day.’ she thought.

Restlessness getting the better of her, she gently slipped out of the bed. Leaving Mac still asleep. Heading downstairs felt a bit strange. The sound and smells of breakfast filled the air. This wasn’t the first time she spent the night in a colt’s bedroom, in his parents house. But it was the first time she didn’t have to fly out the window so they wouldn’t know .

Walking into the kitchen she found Applejack and Granny Smith eating biscuits while flipping through a small pile of clothing. “Morning dear” Granny chimed. “Coffee and biscuits are on the stove. Help yourself” Applejack added. The two never fully taking their attention away from the pile of laundry.

“I think this one will do” Applejack held up a dress.

“What are you doing?” Dash asked between bites of the fresh biscuit.

“Well, Mac needs something nice to wear to the party tomorrow. So, we pulled down the old trunk to see if Rarity could alter one of dad’s suites real quick for him. Then I decided I’d do the same with one of mom’s dresses. Her coat was red like Mac’s. So a lot of these colors look sickly one me. But, this one will look good.” Applejack carefully laid a dress of blue and purple aside. Something caught her eye as an idea popped into her head. Pulling a gown of light burnt orange and red “Granny you think this would look good on Dash?”

Granny eyed the dress and Dash for a moment before giving a node on consent “Why I think it would. Tell ya what dear. While you’re out doing your weather rounds this morning. Would you drop these off to be altered for us.”

Dash nodded in bewilderment. “Sure thing.” It was pretty, but she was taken back by the sentiment of being given one of their mother’s dresses. Was this her way of saying welcome to the family? Finishing breakfast, Dash took up the clothing. “Tell Mac I’ll be back to help with the barns in a hour.”

Rarity was deep in thought, working on one of her creations when Dash walked in. “Hay Rarity. What ya working on.” Her Element of Harmony caught her eye, it was on one of the many mannequins in the room. Looking around, all six were in the room. Each on its own mannequin. Something serious was going on. “Why are all the Elements here?”

Laying down her tools, for a steamy cup of coffee, Rarity let out a sigh. “O’ Dash. Twilight thinks there is going to be trouble tomorrow. She need us all to be wearing our elements. So, I decided to make some simple dresses to blend them into. No sense causing a stir at poor Fluttershy’s party for nothing. Besides, it’s an interesting project.

Dash blinked with surprise. “Well, I can save you some time with Applejack, Big Mac, and myself.” Laying the bundle on the clearest of the tables in the room. “We were going to get you to alter these for us.”

Rarity scowled slightly as she opened up the package. Levitating three garments into the air, a small pouch thumped upon the floor. She ignored it as she examined the clothing, draping each one on its own mannequin. “I have no idea what Mac’s measurements are.” Rarity whined to herself. Turning to the pouch she opened it to find a note and a few bits. “They know they don’t have to pay me for this.” She placed the coins in a drawer and brought her attention to the note. “Good! his measurements are here.” She adjusted a seventh doll till it resembled Mac’s build.

Stepping back from the three mannequins, she gave them a moment of stern contemplation. Taking a sip from the coffee a smile spread across her face. ”Yes! This will do. I’ll save a lot of time this way. Thank you Dash. Get everyone to swing by after dinner time and I’ll have them ready to pick up.”