Dash slowly came to, the sun shining through her open window filtering onto her pillow and disturbing her sleep. Grumbling a few times and kicking the covers off to sit up, she checked the clock. Didn’t oversleep, at least.
Yawning deeply, she threw both forelegs out to the side in a luxurious stretch, and her wings flapped a few times to ease out the overnight stiffness. The aroma of some of the finest beans Equestria had to offer wafted through the air, and it was to this that the mare rolled out of bed. Heading to the basic kitchen of her small apartment and filling a mug with the life-giving drink, the next stop was her balcony to curl up in a plush chair and take in the usual goings-on of the city sprawled out below. Savoring the taste of the powerful java she sipped deeply, quite enjoying the taste, but even more the kick of energy it would soon provide.
Staying only a few more moments on the cushions, she reluctantly got up, not really wanting to fall asleep again. With another yawn and shrug, Dash reluctantly left her perch to get ready; after all, today was a rather special occasion.
Heading back inside to stand in front of the mirror, the pegasus examined every inch of her body carefully. The time she spent in front of the mirror could very well have been a good half hour ,she was so meticulous. Every inch of her powder-blue coat was brushed out to a shine, and her mane carefully styled to fall in the most attractive way. Satisfied at least, she gave herself a final once-over and headed out the door, determined to not be anything but fashionably late, at best. Standing on the edge of the cloud her house rested on, she took a deep breath of the pure air before easing off slowly, not wanting to ruin the styling so early on.
On a good day, the flight to Canterlot could be done in just a tad under 20 minutes. It was hardly an occasion for speed though, instead careful deliberation was key. It was only an additional 10 minutes until she touched down on the cobbled streets of the capital, looking around and simply admiring the towering buildings for a few seconds, almost never getting the chance to visit the city for pleasure, or at all really.
Sightseeing done, it was easy enough to follow the razor-straight, neatly numbered streets, and soon enough she was at her destination: the Equestrian Piazza. The Piazza was the finest five-star hotel in all of Equestria, and had a gourmet restaurant to match, often the subject of rave reviews by the most well known culinary critics.
Gulping down her nervousness and running a hoof through her mane again, she pushed through the revolving glass door that opened onto a grand atrium that might even rival the Palace in its grandeur. Granite floors spanned the entirety, polished to a mirror shine, and the gilded walls were sculpted to the smoothest curves she had ever seen. All this was quite new. If there was something she wasn’t, it was pretentious, like many of these rich and famous city ponies seemed to be, so she was understandably just the slightest bit nervous.
Proceeding across the lobby to the archway that framed the entrance to the restaurant, it was quite obvious it was held to the same standards, looking much the same, with the addition of tables covered with precisely pressed white cloths. In the far corner of the room, there was an alcove partially hidden from view, no doubt for privacy of some of their more important customers. That was her final destination sure enough, heading across the beams of light provided by the floor to ceiling windows.
Sliding into the long banquette on one side, she grinned in greeting to the male across from her. “Hey, Soarin’. Thanks for inviting me to lunch,” she murmured, a bit of a blush on her face.
“Hah, it was my pleasure, Miss Dash,” he winked. “Just my luck I could catch such a busy mare for a few free moments.” The compliment only made her flush hotter, picking up a menu and glancing over it to see the offerings. Unfortunately most of the titling was done in French, something she was completely unfamiliar with, and she told him that. “No problem, Miss Dash,” the famous stallion grinned.
“Dash is fine, or Rainbow.” She smiled softly. “No need to be so formal.” He nodded in understanding, stopping a passing waiter for a bottle of wine for the two of them.
“Ah, 1789, a fine vintage.”
“Indeed, the year of our glorious revolution,” Dash commented, watching him fill two glasses, as they clinked them together in cheers. Soarin’ ordered for the both of them, leaving the two there to talk, and consume the red wine in generous amounts.
The way he snapped off the order in fluent, practiced French made her raise an eye, and chuckle. “Quite the connoisseur, aren’t you?” she teased.
“Well, I dabble here and there, nothing serious though. It does help to have an affinity for fine food, when you’re so surrounded by it.” It was quite obvious the stallion enjoyed the finer things, based off the slight pudge he carried around, despite the rigorous training required of a second in command.
“I see…” Dash nodded. “So, how are things with the squad?”
“They’re alright, just busy busy as usual, though I did arrange to get this weekend off. How about in Cloudsdale for you?” the famous flyer asked.
“Oh, alright, I have a lot of free time usually, and managed to get my sonic rainboom time down below 12 seconds.”
This elicited a raised eye. “12 seconds, really? Maybe I’ll have to nag Spitfire to open up a spot some more, with a time like that, it might really be a great finisher.” This made her giggle. Even if it might not happen, the fact that he would put in a good word for her could only increase her chances of making it.. Soon enough their order arrived: Salad Nicoise, Caviar, and steamed sweet corn in a bourbon reduction. Licking his lips hungrily, he almost couldn’t wait to dive into the feast they were presented with, all locally-sourced and organic (of course). Pausing only a few seconds, the male tried a bit of all three dishes, licking his lips after and letting out almost a content sight. “Damn…the food only gets better and better here,” he grinned.
Dash picked up her fork, trying them in the same order that he had, and nodding in agreement. “I could get used to this.”
In between bites of food and general conversation, they finished off another bottle of wine between them, both just the slightest bit tipsy. Seeing that they were done, the hotel’s resident pastry chef brought over a small stack of pies, knowing the Wonderbolt quite liked his sweet treats. Standing up, he half bowed and waited for Dash to rise as well, tucking the dessert into his satchel and dropping a bag of bits onto the table. “So, Rainbow. Why don’t we head back to my place and have dessert?” he asked, a bit of a goofy smile plastered onto his face from the alcohol.
“Sounds pretty good to me!” she grinned. First to get a letter in the mail from the stallion rated hottest in Equestria, and then to be invited back to his pad? There were constant rumours flying around about the wicked parties that went on there.
Soon enough they were out in the evening air again, both pegasi stretching out their wings. “Well, lead the way I suppose?” she nodded, looking over at him.
“Of course. Maybe I should blindfold you so you don’t learn the location of my top-secret bachelor pad…” They both shared a good laugh at this, slowly spiraling up into the sky. As it turned out, he lived not very far outside of Cloudsdale, though the house could hardly be described as an average bachelor pad. As they landed, he kicked the door open and held it for her. The inside was a simply cavernous space, with a professional kitchen, a game room, and a living room furnished with what appeared to be plush carpeting, not to mention the couches that seemed big enough to hold several ponies laying end to end. “Anyway,” he grinned. “The sun will be going down soon, and the view from my balcony can be quite breathtaking. Would you care to watch it together?” Motioning up the spiral staircase, Dash nodded and headed up it.
“Why of course, how could I turn down such a opportunity?” The set led directly into his bedroom on the second floor, with a massive walk-in closet and master bathroom visible behind cracked doors. Against the far corner of the room was a bed, at least a good eight feet wide, and longer lengthwise. Next to that was a set of French doors, which he opened to let her out onto the balcony.
Both of them held onto the railing, as much as support for their slight drunkenness than anything else. The sun was slowly sinking beneath the horizon, gliding lower and lower, gradually vanishing with a flash of green light as it disappeared completely. Soarin’ turned, a wing extending out and wrapping around her, squeezing lightly at the sky-blue mare, muzzle only a few inches away from her mane, inhaling the sweet scent she always seemed to have. “Well..it might be kind of hard to find your way home from here,” the colt murmured. “How would you like to stay the night?”
Shrugging, she nodded. “Sure. Though I’d hate to intrude on your plans.”
Laughing, he pulled her a bit closer, still maintaining a light, only friendly air. “Plans? Nothing so important as to override making sure such an amazing mare is comfortable.”
They stood that way a few more moments, his hoof working over her back softly, until he decided now was as good a time as ever to make his move.
Leaning in and pressing his muzzle to Dash’s, in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining. She was surprised, but didn’t pull back, eyes half-lidded and savoring every second of it.
When the kiss broke, she panted softly, looking up at the bigger stallion. “W..what was that for?” she mumbled, still a bit taken aback at how suddenly he had just done that.
“Dashie.” He grinned, reaching up to rest his hooves on her shoulders. “I want you. More than any other mare I could get. Gimme a chance, yeah? Let me be your stallion.”
She nodded, without too much hesitation. “Sure...!” the prismatically-maned Pegasus murmured. Turning, he led her back inside, both of them sitting down on the bed as he rubbed a hoof over her back lightly.
Their eyes met, both sliding back gradually until they were side by side, propped up at a gentle angle by the pillows as the male pressed into another kiss. “Just let me take care of you...” The sky-blue colt grinned, peppering her whole face with kisses, and gradually dragging them lower and lower, over her neck, and chest, and belly…stopping just short of between her hind legs. Looking up at her for approval, all he could see was her rose-colored eyes sparkling with a trace of lust, and joy. A hot breath washed over her slit, as his tongue dragged broadly, stimulating every inch of her marehood, and swirling over the pleasure nub at the very top “Mmmph..You taste delicious, Dashie...” he teased, causing another moan and wiggle out of her. “Like Skittles.”
Dash was panting heavily, being put on edge by his constant licking, feeling the warmth of the pleasure start to fill her body. The feeling only increased, quickly heading towards a precipice as he kept working over between her legs. Bringing a hoof up to her side, he slapped down over her cutie mark. “T..that feels really good,” she admitted, still not quite believing whose bed she was in, the silk sheets sliding around and bunching up beneath her.
“Well, that is my goal, after all, I aim to please.” He smirked, dipping even further in, making out with her pussy as his tongue slid over every inch inside her . The stud was getting his tongue workout, for sure, that warm tunnel clenching and unclenching, quite rapidly. Deciding she was slick enough, he slowly pulled back, keeping their eyes locked as a bridge of drool connected his lips to her warm, slightly puffy sex, slowly laying on his back, and tugging the mare on top of him so that she was straddling his muscular form. “Let’s go, hmm? See how fast you can ride me like this.”
Being put in the position of power was quite fine by Dash, she intended to take advantage of that. Spreading her hind legs a bit further apart, the mare slowly began to push onto the flat-headed crown of his cock, stretching her pussy around it, the first few inches slowly sinking in and making her groan, body getting used to having such a large stallion prick inside of her. “Oh, fuck…” she growled, biting her lip while taking the entire insertion, every throbbing inch slowly sinking in, until his balls were pressed tightly right under her rainbow-colored tail. She was pulled up tightly to the large cock sheathed inside her, clenching down as she adjusted for a few seconds, beginning to rock her hips up and down slowly at first.
Every slam downwards of her toned rump drove him all the way up, balls slapping loudly against her plot, echoing off the walls of his room. “Oooh, fuck, Soarin’…” Dash whimpered, the pleasure fogging her brain a bit, and gradually letting the more feral side of her take control. “H..harder, please,” she purred, leaning down to seal her lips on his neck, teeth sinking into it as she sucked softly.
The stallion couldn’t help but to grin. “Harder, huh?” he teased, humping up lightly into her every movement. “I can do that, I think.” Without much warning, they were both flipped again. He took hold of both of her hind legs, raising them a little to allow the fullest penetration, really starting to drive deep inside.
“Y... yes! Just like that... more…” Rainbow Dash huffed, not recalling a time when she had been railed so hard and full, by a stallion only a little bigger than she was. “Give me everything you’ve got!”
Soarin’ raised an eye. “Everything? I don’t know... but if you’re sure!” He slapped her rear, doubling his pace, thick stallionhood and sky-blue balls becoming a blur as hot seed started to build up within them, eager to explode deep inside the rainbow mare.
“Nnngh... I can’t last much longer,” she groaned, legs wrapping around his waist, continuing to quiver and moan as Soarin’ kept jamming his thick prick in and out of her slot (‘cunny’ just sounds stupid, but maybe I just don’t like the word), the crown of his flared tip ramming against her cervix with each slam.
“Mmh... Same… I’m gonna fill you up..” Soarin’ teased her, pumping in and out steadily, getting closer and closer to climax with every thrust. “Let's make that belly nice and fat...”
“Wait,what?!”, Dash groaned, feeling him start to tense up. “No, pull out!” she yelped, but too late, a final hard push of his length against the bundle of nerves in her marehood driving her over the edge. Her soaking wet sex clamping down tighter than ever around his prick, her heated nectar pooling within her marehood. The feeling of the mare’s pussy working his length for everything it had sent a jolt of lust into the stallion’s groin, heavy orbs contracting as he sawed into her with short little thrusts, beginning to empty his substantial load deep inside her pussy with forceful spurts.
“Nnnpph... take it all, Dash!” ordered Soarin’ while he grinned, staying buried inside, jamming their lips together as he collapsed on top of her. “My future Wonderbolt...” the male purred, showering her neck with kisses, mind still elevated from orgasm, while the filly beneath him was slackjawed from the best ride she had ever had.
