Ingress: Vacation

Lionel had breakfast made at 7AM, a very simple ‘meal’ that ponies had proved to love immensely: Weet Bix with banana and raisins. Rainbow Dash was quite content with it, and after dumping at least four tablespoons worth of sugar on it, happily munched it all down.

After that, Lionel was free until lunch time, and instead of just vegging out in front of the TV, he headed up to the roof. The rooftop of the hotel was the Pegasus Bar, an open-air bar run by ponies who served traditional Equestrian drinks. To one side of the bar was a relaxation area and a patch of fake grass specifically designed as a small driving range for those who enjoyed golf.

Lionel wasn’t much of a golfer, but hitting a small object with a big stick was more amusing than anything else he had planned for the day.

The driving range was, as with many of the things in the hotel, magical.

Once the ball was hit from the hotel, a magical ‘funnel’ would capture it and draw it to a certain point. The inertia would be swapped around a little and the ball would end up travelling through a tube and popping back up out of a pipe and directly into the ball bin.

Lionel started hitting golf balls, using a driver. There was something satisfying about hitting the ball right and hearing the meaty thud of impact before the ball went soaring off into the distance. Lionel wasn’t accurate by any stretch of the imagination, but the ‘funnel’ stretched almost a hundred and eighty degrees around the rear of the hotel.

It was partway through belting the little balls off the rooftop that Lionel began to feel like he was being watched. He kept glancing towards the stairwell, expecting to see a flash of rainbow colour there.

Lionel swapped clubs, deciding to try something different. The new club was wedged, a higher hit, and the ball sailed upwards almost vertical. Lionel sidestepped, covering his head with his arms and wincing slightly as the ball came down nearby. As he looked upwards, however, he caught sight of a rainbow-coloured tail poking out over the edge of a cloud. He stared up at the cloud for a long moment, noting a pair of eyes watching him.

“Spying on me huh!” Lionel called out towards the cloud.

Rainbow Dash’s head appeared over the edge of the cloud, and she poked her tongue out. “What can I say?! It’s amusing to watch someone mindlessly hit a small object with a stick!”

“I think all that can be said about your attention span was summed up in that sentence!” Lionel called back, shaking his head and then kicking the golf ball back onto the fake grass.

As he stepped back up to hit the ball, there was a thud nearby of a pegasus landing. Lionel froze halfway through his swing. “Don’t step behind me when I’m swinging. That’s a good way to get hit in the face.”

Rainbow Dash snorted once, rolling her eyes and taking a step backwards.

Lionel set up his shot again, taking the shot and shivering at the lovely thwack! that resounded.

Rainbow Dash tilted her head slightly to the side. “What is the aim of this game?”

“Taking out suppressed rage on a small, inanimate object,” Lionel explained, as he picked up another ball, placing it down.

“It seems rather... pointless,” Rainbow Dash stated flatly.

Lionel paused, leaning on the golf club. “Well... as an actual sport, golf is a game of skill. You have to drive the ball towards a small green, dodge the sand pits and the water hazards, get it on a green with grass specifically sewn so the ball doesn’t roll in a straight line, and putt the ball into a tiny little hole.”

Rainbow Dash tilted her head to the other side, blinking once. “Seems... boring.”

“Quite,” Lionel said, setting up the ball again and then smashing it into the distance. “But just hitting the ball is fine enough.”

“Humans are weird,” Rainbow Dash said with a shake of her head.

Lionel paused at that, leaning the golf club against a chair and peering at her for a long moment. “You just dropped off a cloud. I don’t think you get to call anything ‘weird’.”

Rainbow Dash blinked, and then looked up at the cloud, and then back at him with a sly grin. “You’ve never felt a cloud, have you?”

Lionel raised a brow, and then gave a short laugh. “Kinda. Stood up on a mountain in Australia once, when the clouds were low enough that they were touching the peak. Didn’t feel like much, though.”

A slow grin spread across Rainbow Dash’s face, and she looked up at her low-floating cloud, and then back at him. “Do you wanna?”

Lionel peered back at her for a moment, turning back towards the chair to take the golf stick again, not quite comprehending what she was saying. “Wha?”

There was a rush of air, and then suddenly, a pair of firm, surprisingly strong hooves had gripped him around the middle, and he was being tugged into the air at a speed that was astounding and utterly terrifying.

With a quick twist and flick of her body, Rainbow Dash tossed him into the air, flicking him up past herself. Lionel fairly yelled, flailing his arms in fear, eyes wide. He came down with a muffled thud atop the pony, his eyes wide, hands finding her forehooves and squeezing them, his knees holding around her stomach for dear life.

Rainbow Dash giggled up at him, spreading her wings out languidly and raising a brow at him. “Something the matter?”

Lionel was almost hyperventilating, staring down past Rainbow Dash’s wing and at the hotel rooftop a fatal distance below. “Getmedown! Getmedownrightfuckingnow!”

Rainbow Dash giggled again, shaking her head. “But you just got here. Here, have some cloud!” she said, as she scooped up some in her hoof and then splatted his face with it. The cloud dissipated the moment it hit him, becoming something like mist.

Lionel was too scared to take notice of much of anything, but he did see that around her wings, the cloud seemed to bunch up, like surface tension in water, or the surface of a water balloon stretching to hold water. He shook his head rapidly, clinging to the pegasus helplessly.

“Afraid of heights?” Rainbow Dash asked innocently, pricking her ears upwards.

“This height?! Yes?!” Lionel declared, pushing at her chest with his palms. “GET ME DOWN!”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, poking out her tongue at him. “Humans are wimps,” she stated, as she wrapped her hooves around the human and rolled them both off the cloud.

Lionel screamed as the ground rushed up at him at an insane pace, his hands covering his face. Rainbow Dash spread her wings, pulling them up short of the ground, and then dropping him all of three feet into one of the deck chairs lining the roof. He hit the chair, and rolled out of it, basically hugging the floor in relief, whimpering faintly.

Lionel looked up at her with a murderous expression.

Rainbow Dash giggled again, turning away and flaring her wings, looking back over her shoulder and poking out her tongue as she bounded away.

Lionel opened the kitchen for lunch, but only put out a plate of tofu for the pegasus, before he snuck off to the basement of the hotel and the underground sauna room. There were heated rocks down here, warmed by magic. With a quick turn of a faucet, steam began to fill the room, and Lionel sat down on a bench, shrugging out of his shirt, and then his pants, tossing them aside and draping a towel around himself.

In mere moments, Lionel was asleep, laying back and letting the steam and the heat seep into his muscles.

Lionel jerked awake, blinking his eyes open and sitting up, wincing and stretching his muscles. He was sweating, and condensation was beading on his bare skin.

Lionel caught sight of a rainbow coloured mane in the steam in front of him, and he quickly snatched up his towel, tugging it over himself more completely and staring at the mare. “What’re you doing in here?!”

“You weren’t bothered when you were asleep,” Rainbow Dash replied with a noncommittal shrug. “And it’s rather nice in here.”

“You are such a creep,” Lionel stated, shaking his head slowly, holding the towel to his chest.

“Lower the towel, please,” Rainbow Dash said with a roll of her eyes. Lionel flushed hard, pushing the towel down and closing his legs tightly, pursing his lips. Rainbow Dash continued, “And I require you to operate the facilities, so would you prefer I woke you up and demanded that you open the pool?”

Lionel pursed his lips further. “I don’t know.”

Rainbow Dash smiled sweetly at that. “See? There are reasons to my actions.”

Lionel shook his head. “You’re annoying.”

“I think you’re a swell guy, too,” Rainbow Dash said sarcastically, rolling her eyes and then stretching out her wings with a fain groan.

“Wing still giving you trouble?” Lionel asked with a smug smirk.

Rainbow Dash snorted once. “No!”

Lionel raised a brow. “Strain your wing carrying a certain someone up into the clouds, huh?”

“Actually,” Rainbow Dash said with a flat glare, “I injured my wing returning you to the ground before I was ready. Since you were so afraid of the sky.”

“I was afraid of falling to the ground and dying,” Lionel stated with a faint growl in his tone.

Rainbow Dash snorted. “I’m glad you have confidence in my flying abilities.”

“You dragged me into the clouds!” Lionel hissed, eyes narrowing at the pegasus.

“And you made me injure myself getting you back on the ground!” Rainbow Dash declared with a huff. “So you have to fix it.”

Lionel stared at her, his eyes narrowing. He opened his mouth to complain, but Rainbow Dash cut across him with the sweetest, honeyed tone: “The customer is always right...”

A low growl built in Lionel’s throat, and he pursed his lips, grinding his teeth together.

Rainbow Dash pointedly spread her injured wing outwards, raising an ear at him.

With a huff, Lionel dropped to his knees, and then shuffled over to the pegasus, gripping the edge of her wing with his fingertips and stretching it out a little further than necessary. Rainbow Dash arched slightly and hissed in pain, her eyes narrowing at him dangerously.

Lionel gave her a smug smile. “Tender?”

Rainbow Dash gave him a dangerous glower, and he relented.

“Relax,” Lionel said, gently touching at her wing joint with his thumb, rubbing firmly, testing the muscle.

Rainbow Dash winced and bared her teeth, the wing springing out on reflex, stiffening as he squeezed at the tended joint. One of her hindlegs pressed hard against the ground, the muscles under her cyan hide tensing and rippling. “B-be gentle!” she admonished, scowling.

Lionel pursed his lips. “Relax. You’re being all tense and it’s locking the muscles up.”

Rainbow Dash snorted at him, and then bit her tongue, her ears splaying back as he pushed harder at the ground with her hindhooves, and then relaxed. Her wing went limp in his hands, and Lionel immediately rubbed his thumb firmly across the muscle, making it relax even further. Rainbow Dash tensed up even further, clenching her teeth, before slowly relaxing with a sigh of relief.

“I didn’t even realise how tense that was getting,” Rainbow Dash murmured with a low groan.

“It’s a wing,” Lionel said with a shake of his head. “The muscles are designed to lock on downbeats. That’s how they work.”

“You sure know a lot about wings,” Rainbow Dash said suspiciously.

Lionel chuffed a laugh at that, kneading gently at the wingjoint. “Of course. I was studying to be a masseuse. Ponty studies were very in vogue at the time of my training and pegasi were allotted a good month of our course.”

“So you’re a trained masseuse?” Rainbow Dash asked, staring up at him and giving a low, happy groan at the kneading of her wing.

“I dropped out,” Lionel said with a wry grin.

“Why did you go and do that? You’re a natural,” Rainbow Dash murmured with a happy purr.

Lionel took a deep breath. “Well... you know wings are sensitive, right?”

Rainbow Dash gave a slow. “I might have noticed, given that I own a pair.”

Lionel rolled his eyes. “Well, I was practising on our substitute teacher, a pegasus from Las Pegasus. She was a pretty outgoing pony. I didn’t have a knack for this quite yet.”

“And that got you fired?” Rainbow Dash asked, blinking once.

A sly grin spread across Lionel’s face. “I was inept. I... well, I kept hitting the really sensitive points.”

“Really sensitive points?” Rainbow Dash asked blankly.

“Well, once human fingers started getting near pegasi wears, it became apparent really quickly that there are certain points and certain pressures that cause... well, arousal in the subject,” Lionel said, giving a helpless smile.

Rainbow Dash stared up at him, her head tilting to one side slightly. “So... you got her aroused, and you got fired?” she asked blankly, looking doubtful.

Lionel laughed and shook his head. “No, I got fired when I was caught screwing her over the massage table.”

Rainbow Dash looked alarmed at that, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Y-you had sex with her?!”

“Why not?” Lionel asked with a shrug, kneading at the pegasus’ wings slowly, working out the knotted tension in the injured one. “She was asking for it. Begging, actually.”

Rainbow Dash stared at him for several long seconds and then gave a derisive snort. “I don’t believe you. I’ve had my wings massaged before, by you no less, and I haven’t gotten aroused.” The mare tossed her mane with a contemptuous roll of her eyes.

Lionel sighed faintly, shaking his head. His hands slipped down her wings, between the bones, finding one certain little spot and then squeezing quite deliberately between the tendons and the fragile bones, gently squeezing one certain spot.

Rainbow Dash moaned faintly, stretching out with a soft whimper. “O-oh... that’s kinda nice...”

Lionel raised an eyebrow, and then squeezed with more pressure.

A soft whimper left the pegasus as she squirmed faintly in place, her stomach muscles visibly convulsing and her wings suddenly stiffening and springing outwards. Her eyes widened, and her breathing audibly increased in speed.

“Problem?” Lionel asked sweetly.

Rainbow Dash panted faintly, her ears pinning back, cheeks flushed pink. “I-it just h-hurt is all.”

Lionel gave a reasonable nod at that. “Ahhh, okay. Too much pressure then,” he said, his innocent expression turning devious as he began to rub with a more gentle, but rolling, firm motion across the spots he knew brought about those feelings in the sensitive nerve endings of the wings. Pegasus wings were made up of hundreds of these spots, meant for feeling minute changes in air pressure and flow, but responded very well to the direct stimulation of soft fingers.

Rainbow Dash bit her bottom lip, her tail giving a little bit of a quivering flick back and forth. Her stomach convulsed again, and she whimpered faintly, her forehooves squeezing at the ground.

Lionel didn’t let up, rubbing and squeezing down the length of her wing firmly, trailing down the leading edge of her wing.

Bottom lip quivering, Rainbow Dash suddenly leapt to her hooves, dancing slightly in place, her wings stiffened and quivering. “I-It’s too hot in here!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking as she turned and bolted out of the sauna as fast as she could go.

Lionel watched her go, laughing faintly.

After a few minutes, Lionel headed up to his room, carrying a bottle of water for the pegasus. Spending time in the sauna was a good way to get dehydrated, and though she was annoying he didn’t want to be responsible for harm to her.

Walking down the hallway though, he heard faint whimpers spilling from around the corner of the her ajar door. Concerned, he stepped up to the door, pushing it open and peeking inside. His mouth opened so he could turn his concern into words, but he froze at the sight in front of him.

Rainbow Dash was laying half-in, half-out of the shower, her wings splayed out across the tiles. The door to the bathroom was open fully, and so was the shower door. The shower was on full blast, hot water cascading down over her upper half and wings, but that was a foggy image that Lionel could barely see through the fogged-up open glass door of the shower.

The pegasus’ lower half was completely exposed though, and her odd position became immediately apparent. Rainbow Dash’s legs were splayed, her rump lifted into the air and tail pushed aside. With her chest on the floor, her forehooves were freed up to push between her hindlegs, and a violently pink vibrator was being pushed and rubbed against her drooling cunt with an urgent motion of her hooves.

Lionel stared, his eyes wide, his mouth suddenly dry. In seconds, he was hard, and he was subconsciously pushing a hand down the front of his pants. He couldn’t wrench his eyes from the sight of the pegasus grinding the vibrator against herself so eagerly. Her hoof constantly pushed it against her outer lips, and occasionally between them, visibly pushing the soft, pliable cyan outer lips apart, and spreading her tight pink folds just to slip into her body. The vibrating of the toy was faintly audible, barely loud enough for him to hear it over the splashing of the water. Lionel noticed that her wings were pressed up under the spray, most likely trying to get stimulation from the constant pressure of the water stream.

Rainbow Dash whimpered again, crying out aloud and clenching around the toy, her hoof grinding against the base of it and against her clit over and over again, a splash of hot liquids spilling around the pink toy and over her hoof. Slowly, the pegasus relaxed, whimpering and giving soft little gasps, lowering her rump to the floor slowly, her tail flicking over, covering herself again.

Lionel quickly slipped back before the mare could get up, and pulled the door mostly closed again, quietly stepping away from the door, and then deliberately walking, quite heavily, back towards it. He knocked on the door louder than necessary, clearing his throat. “Uhhh... Rainbow Dash? I got a bottle of water for you. You’re not supposed to go without hydration after being in the sauna. It’s just outside your door, come get it when you’re ready.”

By the time Rainbow Dash came to get the bottle of water, her cheeks flushed with warmth, Lionel was already safely in his room, leaning against the door with a hand stuffed down the front of his pants, the image of Rainbow Dash masturbating emblazoned on his mind.