Close Bonds: Chapter Twenty-One

You adjust your tie. A real tie, not one of those clip-on ones you used back home; because in Equestria, they don’t have those. It makes sense; you reasoned long ago that it would be quite difficult for a pony to put on a clip-on tie. Still, you believe that it was even harder for you to learn how to tie a tie.

It’s a good thing you’re the only one who can hear your thoughts.

You look at yourself in the mirror, flattening down your suit. A frown crosses your face when you notice your collar’s uneven. You straighten it, making sure both sides are parallel before you smile and observe how perfectly ironed your tuxedo is.

Your collar’s still bothering you.

Again, you adjust it. You stare at the mirror some more, wondering why it is that when both sides of your collar look perfectly symmetrical, you feel as if something’s off.

You hear a door open, and the distinct clopping of horseshoes on the tile of the bathroom behind you. You take in a light breath, not because you’re nervous, but…

Okay, maybe you are slightly. This is the first date with Rainbow Dash that you’ve ever dressed so formally. Nearly six months into a relationship, and you’re worried what she’ll think of what you’re wearing, where you’re taking her…

Freshman year all over again, man.

You mess with your collar once more. Third time’s the charm. You make an about face, taking in a deep breath-

-and immediately let it all back out.

Rainbow Dash rubs her foreleg. “Is it, uhm… Is it okay?”

Your voice catches in your throat, cracking at your first syllable. “Yeah- Yeah.” You clear your throat. “It’s… It’s really…”

Dayum.

You realize that you’ve trailed off midsentence, and also notice Rainbow blushing furiously. Before things get awkward, you close the distance between you. “So, uh, are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she replies, with a bashful turn of her head. Her bangs partially hide her face, and her flowing mane swishes and ripples behind her with every movement.

You turn, gesturing for her to come up alongside you. She does so, and the two of you walk to the door. You hold it open for her, and after a brief moment of hesitation at your unusual bout of chivalry, passes through.

At the same time that you close the door, you lose your gentlemanly streak. You look towards your date; she’s facing the other way, bringing you to the realization that her dress is completely transparent.

You wonder why that’s so eye-catching to you. After all, she’s naked most of the time anyway…

You take a few long steps to catch up with her, simultaneously checking your pockets for the essentials: castle clearance cards, and a shitload of cash.

The castle is like a labyrinth, but before long, you’re outside. The cold air immediately begins to nip at your cheeks, reminding you that it’s winter. The weather team in Ponyville must still be fucked up by the loss of their best captain, as it’s nowhere near this cold down there.

“So, where are we going?” Rainbow asks, her breath coming off in fog.

You think for a moment. “Well, I did see this one restaurant on the traveler’s guide. It’s close by to the castle… Fish Filet, I believe it was called.”

You hear the pegasus snort at this. You look at her, and see that she’s trying to cover up some giggling with a hoof. “What?” you ask, a smile coming to your face as well.

She uncovers her mouth, smirking at you. “Really, Ivan? Fish Filet?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, for one, the place is for meat-eaters. Hence the name Fish Filet.”

“And two?” you ask, eyebrow raised. She points to the side of the road, and you look.

There sits the restaurant in question, its sign a bright, glaring red and yellow. And, it’s obviously a fast-food place.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Rainbow giggles.

“It’s alright,” she says, patting you on the calf. “You get a second chance. We’ll go find another place.”

A bit more walking, and you find yourself before what looks like a suitable restaurant. Rainbow tugs on your pant leg with her hoof, nodding towards it. The two of you turn towards The Steppes, your shoes and hooves clacking on the brick entrance as you approach.

A line of rosebushes surrounds the outside wall of the restaurant, nicely complimenting the stone-and-brick design of the building. As you’re about to walk inside, you see Rainbow bite some petals off of one of the roses and begin eating them.

“Rainbow!” you whisper urgently. She looks up at you, her jaw slowing down in its chewing when she sees your expression.

“What?” she asks. Her tongue flicks out to catch a piece of rose petal.

“Don’t eat the bushes!”

“But they’re complimentary.”

It’s hard to describe the things that run through your mind at that statement, but Rainbow pushes past you and into the restaurant before you can say anything. With a sigh, you decide to let it go, and follow the mare inside.

The atmosphere within the building is rather welcoming, you find; it’s very well-lit, and both the colors and the air itself give you a warm feeling. While you can tell that the place is reserved mostly for the upper-middle to upper class, it’s not deathly quiet or chokingly snobby. The sound of casual conversation floats about, and you’re mildly impressed to see that the hostess doesn’t even flinch upon seeing you, rather giving you what looks like a genuine smile.

“Hello, and welcome to The Steppes. Do you have a reservation?” she asks, never once breaking from her practiced expression of hospitality. You step forward, trying not to get too close as to tower over her.

“I’d like a table for two, please,” you say, trying to match her in her manner.

Her smile shrinks. “I’m sorry, do you have a reservation?”

So does yours. “Uh, no, but I was hoping we could have a table-”

“I’m sorry, sir. The Steppes is rather busy tonight.” She looks around for a moment, pretending to be searching for something, then turns back to you. “I don’t think we could fit you in, as there’s a large list of ponies waiting already… With reservations…”

Knew it was too good to be true.

“Are you sure there isn’t a space somewhere that we could sit? I mean, it’s just the two of us…”

She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, sir.”

You and Rainbow share a look. She shrugs.

You sigh, and the both of you turn back to the doors. Just as you’re about to leave, you hear a voice call out from behind.

“Well, well, who is it we have here? It couldn’t be the renowned Rainbow Dash, could it?”

Yours, as well as a few other heads turn. A blue-maned, white stallion sporting a monocle and tuxedo approaches the two of you.

Rainbow’s eyes widen. “Oh, hey, you’re uh… Fancy Pants! Yeah, Rarity’s cool friend!”

He chuckles. “Cool? Well, I don’t know. But I daresay you look quite ‘cool’ yourself.” Rainbow Dash turns her head to the side, blushing at the compliment. “And who is your friend here?” Fancy Pants asks, looking curiously at you.

“Oh, yeah, this is Ivan,” she says, gesturing towards you.

You hold out your hand, and the unicorn takes it. “Ivan,” you tell him, grasping his hoof.

“Fancy Pants. Charmed,” he replies, looking you right in the eye with his single monocle. After the hand-to-hoof shake is over, he looks between the two of you. “I take it you two are…?”

“He’s my coltfriend,” Rainbow says, hugging your leg. This draws a few more stares from around the restaurant, but as for Fancy Pants, he’s able to keep his shock to a minimum.

“Well,” he says to himself, putting a hoof to his chin. “I do say you’re a very lucky stallion, Ivan.” He shares a mutual smile with you, before suddenly raising an eyebrow. “…It looks as if you two are about to leave. I ask, has something about my restaurant displeased you?”

Your eyes widen. “Your restaurant?”

He nods. “But of course. Why else would I be milling around here by myself?”

“Well, to answer your earlier question, it wasn’t that anything was necessarily wrong; I just hadn’t known about the whole ‘reservation’ thing.”

“’Reservation thing?’”

“Apparently, there’s no open tables.”

He turns, looking towards the hostess suspiciously. “Really? I could’ve sworn I saw one open in section ‘}{ ’…”

At this, the mare immediately perks up. She gulps and promptly trots out of the room, coming back moments later from the section you presume as ‘c’ with an apology. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Yes, there is an open spot in the corner. Follow me, please.”

Fancy Pants gives you a wink. “You two enjoy yourselves.”

You’re stunned. The stallion trots off, leaving you no chance to thank him. You feel a tugging on your pant leg, and look down to see Rainbow pulling you in the direction of where the hostess means to lead you. Slightly reluctantly at first, you turn to follow.

You and Rainbow are led to a booth seat in the corner of the room. Two menus are placed on the table, and the hostess tells you the waiter will be back to take your drinks, before leaving. When Rainbow sits down you don’t help her climb into her seat, as doing so would probably only annoy her; however, you still wait for her to sit down before doing so yourself.

Once you’re all settled down, you open up your menu and begin to skim through it. As the case usually is, you’re a little disappointed to find no meat on the list of meals, but you suppose you can’t expect any different from a restaurant in an herbivore-dominated city. Besides, maybe tomorrow you can stop by Fish Filet or another place of that sort; there are plenty of carnivores and omnivores in Canterlot, there’s bound to be someone investing in that business.

You’re quite happy to come across the words mushroom & potato soup, alleviating your craving for meat with something familiar. You put that to mind for when the waiter comes, then browse the drinks for something you’ll actually like.

Water? Nah… Tomato and grass puree? Fuck no… Cactus cooler? It’s okay, kinda salty, but not tonight… Seems kinda like there’s nothing- oh wait, here we go!

Right at this moment, a unicorn stallion dressed in a suit and tie approaches. “Hello, my name is Cobalt Charmer, and I’ll be your waiter tonight. Would you like something to drink?”

The kid’s obviously pretty young, probably no older than you are. You nod at his question. “Yes, please. I’ll have an egg soda.”

You’re slightly surprised to see him not write anything down, but he seems confident enough when he looks at Rainbow. “And for you?”

“I’ll, uh… lemonade.”

“And are you two ready to order?” the waiter asks, not missing a beat.

The speed at which he memorizes this stuff takes you off guard every time. “I think so…” You look at Rainbow Dash.

She immediately perks up. “Yeah. I’ll have the lentil curry.”

“And you?”

You’re going to be honestly surprised if he doesn’t mess up your order. “Uh, I’ll have the mushroom and potato soup.”

“Alrighty, then,” he says with a smile, then quickly turns and trots off. This leaves you and your date in silence; or to talk.

“So, pretty nice restaurant, hm?” you say, referencing your earlier try.

She smiles when she gets it. “We haven’t even tasted the food yet, Ivan.”

“But so far?”

She looks around for a moment. “So far? Not too bad. It’s not all stuck-up and snooty like most of the restaurants around here, so I’ll give you points for that.”

You glance at a pony couple exchanging conversation over dinner. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

The waiter steps up to the table, floating one glass of egg soda to you and one of lemonade in front of Rainbow. “Here are your drinks. Your food will be ready in a little bit.”

“Thank you,” you say, taking the white concoction. Rainbow immediately starts to sip on her drink when she gets it.

You nearly laugh the way she scrunches up her face. “Bleh! This is fricken sour!”

“Well, it is lemonade, Dash.” You raise your own glass, letting the sweet liquid run down your throat. When you set it down, you see Rainbow eyeing it.

If she wants any, she’s going to have to ask.

She licks her lips, obviously waiting for you to offer. She looks back and forth between you and the glass. “Looks pretty good.”

“It is,” you agree, taking another sip.

“Can I have some?”

“Sure. Knock yourself out.”

She leans across the table as you hand the egg soda to her. She takes a large gulp of it, then wipes her mouth with her foreleg as she sets down your cup. “This is good, but you know what would be even better?”

“What?” You think you have an idea what.

“Alcohol.”

You cock your head, raising both eyebrows. “You want to drink tonight?”

She nods enthusiastically.

You rub your chin, as if thinking about this. “I don’t know if you should, Dash.”

Her jaw drops. “Why not?”

“Well, I mean, I know you’re not an alcoholic or pregnant or anything like that…”

She waits inquisitively. “Right…”

“…but speaking of alcohol, first answer me this.” You take out the little note you’d found earlier, and toss it across the table. “The hell is this?”

With an impatient look, Rainbow takes the paper and unfolds it. When it’s open, she immediately recognizes it, and a redness comes to her cheeks.

“Oh, yeah,” she says, chuckling embarrassedly. “It… It’s stupid, really.”

“I still want to know.”

She groans, pulling at her features with her hoof. “Come on, Ivan, please…?”

You chuckle at her expense. “No, talky, no drinky.”

She stares at the paper for a moment. “How’d you even get this?”

“I found it in my bag when we were on the train, so your guess is as good as mine.” You flag down the waiter, asking for some sparkling wine, with two glasses.

A pair of blue ears perks up. “Two glasses?” Rainbow asks, seeming a little excited now.
You smile. “That’s right. I’m not going to let you have all the fun, now. But you still have to tell me what’s up with that note.”

She gives you a chesire grin. “Alright. This makes it a bit easier.” She sighs. “Okay, well, me and Cream were kinda mad about you taking away the beer, so this was kind of… a plan to get it back.”

“’Spear the tall beast?’”

“It was more of a joke than anything, Ivan!” she quickly defends herself, right as the waiter comes back with two wine glasses and a bottle of sparkling wine.

“You didn’t specify on a variety, so I made a suggestion,” he whispers into your ear. He pops the cork and pours a small amount into each glass, then promptly leaves.

“Thank Celestia,” Rainbow mutters, then picks up her glass and takes a healthy sip.

The two of you begin having light conversation, drinking small amounts of wine even as your food arrives. Near the end of your meal you’re feeling a bit cloudy, like a blissful fog has settled over your mind.

The same goes for Rainbow Dash, it seems. Her cheeks, already a rosy red from inebriation, turn a near crimson hue as she contemplates your latest question:

“In your opinion, what is your weirdest fetish?

This would be a rather strange question in any normal circumstance, but really, it was all your marefriend’s idea.

“I have a game,” she said, wearing a goofy grin.

“Oh really, now? Is it a good one?” you asked.

“Yeah. I dun’ think it has a name, but… I think I’ll call it ‘embarrassing questions.’”

This leads you to where you are now.

Rainbow tries to take a gulp from her glass, only to find it empty, and sets it back down. “Um, oka-ay, it’s kinda embarrassing… You’re gonna think I’m weird…”

“I’d be really surprised if that sediment- sed- sentiment din’t go both ways by the end of tonight…” You chuckle, recalling the ‘weirdest place you’ve ever jacked off in’ question she asked. “So come on, tell me.”

“I… I like bondage.” She giggles upon seeing your surprised expression. “Shocking, huh?”

“Well, yeah,” you admit. The amount of red in her face deepens at this statement. “I mean, you always seem to act really dominant… Didn’t you try to pin me down a few weeks ago?”

“I like it both ways,” she says, smirking. You shake your head.

“Okay, I really hope no one’s been listening…” At that moment, you and Rainbow both look around. Much to your dismay, you find that more than a few ponies avert their gazes from the two of you.

You suddenly feel very uncomfortable. “Ivan…” Rainbow shifts in her seat.

“We should probably go…”

“You think we had too much to drink?”

You never thought you would ever hear those words from the pegasus’ mouth. “Nah, Dash. Tonight’s about having a good time, right? Besides,” you exhale, your breath fogging up before you, “it’s fucking cold out here. Sobering cold.”

You hear her grunt, a visible fog cloud dissipating when you look. “I know. This dress really doesn’t do anything to help, either.”

“Well, it looks nice on you.”

“Yeah?” A brief smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Apparently you think so. Weren’t you stuttering when you first saw me with this on?”

If there’s any part of you that’s become warm at this moment, it’s your cheeks. “Well- I, uh…”

“Aww, you’re doing it again!” She seems to be getting some kind of sick satisfaction out of this. You feel like hiding your face.

“Hey, Ivan! Don’t look away. Lookie here.” You look. Rainbow Dash trots ever so slightly ahead of you, then begins putting an extra sway to her hips. She looks back to see your reaction. You avert your eyes from hers, but this just seems to encourage her more.

She falls back in place next to you, getting up real close beside your leg. “Hey.”

You’re tempted to ignore her and keep walking, but again submit to Dash’s will and turn to her. “What is it-”

A pair of purple horseshoes presses against your chest. You feel Rainbow Dash’s full weight leaning against you, and her partially bang-covered face is inches below yours. She grins, then wraps her forelegs around your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss. You’re surprised, but return the embrace.

This lasts for about a minute. When she finally breaks contact, she looks into your eyes. Her face breaks out into a grin, and she giggles. “I’m just messing with you, Ivan. You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Albeit the circumstances, the little pony’s smile is quite contagious. “I’m really not sure how to take that.”

“It’s a compliment,” she says, returning to all fours. Her eyes suddenly light up when she sees something behind you. “Hey, look!”

You follow her eyes, finding that you’re near the park that Twilight had pointed out earlier. “Oh, yeah, isn’t that the park where they have clouds on the ground, or something?”

“Yeah! We should go!” She looks from you to the gates of the park, filled to the brim with anticipation.

“Yeah, we should. Come on, let’s go.” You begin walking toward it, your date following alongside you.

When you get there, the first thing you notice is that, at least initially, it looks like a normal park; trees, grass, the whole shebang. The second thing you find strange is the amount of ponies present. It’s freezing cold and in the middle of winter; you expected yourself and Rainbow to be the only ones here.

You look to your companion. She shrugs, and the two of you venture onwards.

As you walk the dirt path, you find that there are less and less ponies as you get deeper into the park. Twilight was true to her word; there are small pieces of cloud littered about.

“This is awesome!” Rainbow laughs, picking up a small cloud in her hoof. You try to do the same, only for it to slip through your fingers and dissipate. The feeling is strange, to say the least; it’s comparable to the way cotton candy shrinks in your mouth, except instead of shrinking it runs off your hand like a fluid.

“Think fast!” you hear, and suddenly feel the same strange sensation slide across your face. You look to the source of the voice, and find Dash, who’s wearing a mischievous grin. You grin as well, and attempt to pick up another small chunk of cloud, only for it to die in your hand again.

“You can’t squeeze it, Ivan. Ya gotta just kinda pick it up, like this.” Rainbow picks up another piece of white fluffiness, and chucks it at you. You dodge this one, and scoop up another, this time not gripping it but letting it rest on the palm of your hand. You rear your arm back, and throw.

The cloud vaporizes with the force.

“I don’t think you’re doing it right!” Rainbow calls from across the dirt path.

“Or maybe I just don’t have cloud-manipulating magic!” you call back.

“I’ve seen unicorns do it, you’re just- hey, what the hell?!” she yelps when a hard object whizzes by her head. “No rocks!”

“They’re not rocks, they’re dirt clods,” you retort, throwing another one at her. She dodges it, bending over to pick one up for herself when a chunk of dirt explodes right next to her head. She sees this, and upon realizing her zero percent chance at retaliation, speeds off into the trees.

She’s not slow, and is a rather nimble pony in all respects, but Rainbow Dash is a much faster flyer than she is a runner. You keep pace with her with your much longer legs, hot on her trail until she turns a corner somewhere and you lose sight.

“Damn,” you mutter under your breath. You take a moment to rest, trying to keep your breathing to a minimum in case she’s hiding in wait somewhere.

You listen carefully for a noise, a rustling of grass, anything. Crickets chirp loudly, making you uneasy.

“Ivan! Come look at this!” you hear from off in the distance. You run to where you heard her voice, surprised at how far it away it sounds. How’d she cover so much distance?

You soon spot her figure, and run towards it. Her ear perks up upon your approach, but she continues to stare at something.

“What is it, Da- holy shit.”

Before you is an amassed collection of white, fluffy cloud, standing at least twenty feet high and, from your position, fifty feet across.

You want to jump in it.

“Woohoo!” Dash has the same idea, running and leaping at the giant cloud. Her mane and dress flap like flags in the wind as she soars through the air, one wing even extending out and causing her to corkscrew into the great expanse.

She plummets through the surface, creating a pony-sized hole in the fluffiness. You follow suit, gaining speed and springing off the balls of your feet, although instead of diving into it you form yourself into a cannonball.

As you find yourself travelling through the fluid-like texture of the cloud, you realize that the cloud offers no shock absorbance or resistance to your body. You land flat on your ass on the grass beneath the cloud, then tumble head-over-heels for a second before coming to rest on your back.

Luckily for you, the movement from your little stunt cleared a good-sized hole around you, as you’ve found that the stuff can certainly get caught in your lungs. As you lie face-up, not sure whether you’re groaning for your butt, head, or back, a face pops out of the cloud.

“You’re so stupid,” Rainbow laughs, tunneling back into the matter. She soon comes back out of another spot a few feet away from you, then trots over to where you lie. “Are you alright?”

“No,” you say, wincing. “I think I broke my tailbone.”

She stands over you. “You don’t have a tail, Ivan.”

“Tailbone, numbnut. I still have one of those.”

“Geez, you don’t have to go and call names.” She walks around you until her face is over yours. “Want me to kiss it?”

You give her a look, starting to forget about all the aches you now have. “You want to kiss my ass?”

She smirks. “You do mine all the time.”

The two of you stay like that for a moment, looking at one another in the dim light able to penetrate the fog.

A smile comes to your face. “Hey, I thought I saw some ponies walking around with beer here, there might be a snack bar or something… If not, we can go get a drink somewhere.”

“Aw, and leave the clouds?” she whines playfully.

“We can always come back…”

As it turns out, you did not see ponies walking around with cups of beer. You’re not even sure if beer is allowed in the park.

However, down the road a ways is this bar. It’s rather old-looking, but seems to attract a lot of attention, especially from tourists. You and Rainbow saw this, and decided to go check it out.

It definitely wasn’t a bad decision. On the inside, the place is like a club mixed with a saloon— the bar counter is made out of wood and smells like it’d been left out in the rain. In contrast, loud music booms from all around and disco lights fly back and forth.

In the middle is a space cleared out for a dance floor. You and Rainbow watch from your stools as ponies and a few gryphons do dance moves that you know you’ll never be able to replicate in your entire life.

“Can you do that?” Rainbow asks you upon seeing a pony spinning on his head.

You take a sip of your beer. “I wish.” You set your glass down on the bar counter.

Rainbow looks at your beer glass, then at you. “You still got dirt on your back…”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? I can’t see it.”

“Here, I’ll take care of it,” she announces drunkly. She places a hoof on your shoulder and turns you on your swivel chair so that your back is facing her. Then, she proceeds to fall off her stool.

“Holy shit Rainbow, are you alright?” you ask when you hear a loud whump. The blue pegasus just lies on her back, giggling.

“I’m sooo drunk…”

“You’re so drunk,” you repeat, shaking your head. You notice a few nearby ponies starting to look away from the scene and returning to whatever they’d been doing previously. You crouch down beside the giggling pony, taking her hooves and lifting her up to a standing position.

She’s fine on all fours, just needs to lean against you every once in a while for support. The two of you slowly make your way for the exit, when the music abruptly stops and a voice comes over the speakers.

“We’re going to let these skilled gentlepeople take a break now, as we switch the mood from erratic to romantic. Can I please have any couples step onto the dance floor?”

“Are we gonna do that?” Rainbow looks at you expectantly. “I wanna do that.”

You frown. “What? Rainbow, you’re drunk as a skunk, how are you even gonna dance?”

“I can *hic* stand just fine…”

You shake your head. “No, come on. We’re going back to the castle.”

“Pleeeease?” Your drunk date wraps her forelegs around your leg and falls to her stomach. “We’ll *hic* go right back after thisss. I promise.”

You look at Rainbow, then to the dance floor. There are a surprising amount of people there, and as the lights begin to dim it looks as if they’re about to start.

You roll your eyes. “Fine, we’ll do it.”

Her eyes light up. She smiles, and hugs your leg tighter. “I loves you, Ivan.”

“You’re drunk. Come on, they’re starting without us.”

The music has already begun playing by the time the two of you step into the middle. Looking down at the little pony in front of you, you suddenly realize that there’s a rather large problem.

Dash seems to be thinking the same thing you are. “Uh, Ivan? How we gonna do this?”

You glance around at all the equine couples. They dance by simply crossing necks, sometimes with one or both partners putting a forehoof on the other’s shoulder. You’re not sure that’s feasible in your situation, but it does, however, give you an idea. You kneel down in front of the pegasus until you’ve come to eye level with her. She watches you curiously.

You take one of her forehooves. Her cheeks start to redden at this, and you ask her for her other hoof. “Why?” she asks.

“Just watch,” you say. Hesitantly, she does as you request, and both forehooves are in your hands. She wobbles slightly at first, until she gets used to being on two legs. “Ready?” you ask.

She’s figured out what you’re doing by now, and nods. Together, the two of you rise, you directing her with your hands and her doing her best just trying not to fall down.

“Woah, woah!” Dash dances around on her hind legs, trying to get her balance. She flails her forelegs around and ends up stumbling into you, her face embedded in your chest. She blushes, putting her hooves on your lower ribcage to put some distance between you. “Sorry. Almost fell down…”

“Well, in any case, I think this’ll work,” you refer to the way she’s still using you for support. You place your hands just above her hips, and she squeaks.

“You alright?” you ask, hiding a small smile.

She nods, the redness on her cheeks deepening. “Yeah, just didn’t expect that. Is this how all humans dance?”

You nod. “Except, if you move your hooves up here, to my shoulder…” You place the two forelegs to rest on either side of your head, drawing Rainbow closer to you. “…there we go.”

You step to one side. She stumbles over herself, but soon adjusts so that she’s standing straight once more. You make the same movement again, and she gets it this time, following along with you. A few more steps, and the two of you are getting the swing of it; quite well for a drunk pegasus on two hooves clinging to a man who’s barely ever danced before in his life.

“This’s weird,” Rainbow remarks at some point.

You query her on that. “What’s so weird?”

“Standing on two legs, and dancing… like this.” She looks at you then casts her gaze downwards, avoiding any looks you might give her. You chuckle.

“If you don’t like this, I suppose we could try something else.” She seems to like this idea, and nods. Like you’ve seen in the movies, you wrap your right arm around her waist and pull her body tight against yours. “Better?”

She lets out a gasp in surprise. You feel her chest expand and contract with every breath, soft but warm gusts of wind washing over your neck each time. She stares up at you for a moment, her eyes dulled from the beer, yet managing to retain an intrigued glint of sorts.

Suddenly, her forelegs move from your shoulders and wrap around your neck, pulling you down into a drunken smooch. She closes her eyes, hanging off you and melting into your embrace at the same time. The two of you stay like that until you hear the music begin to slow down, Rainbow being the one to break the kiss.

The two of you continue to swim in each other’s eyes for a little while longer. She’s only about a foot shorter than you standing upright, so you still feel her panting on your cheeks, a welcome contrast to the stinging cold you’d felt not too long ago.

“Thanks for letting me dance,” she says.

You chuckle. “No problem here.”

She giggles as well, then drops back down to all fours.

“I guess we should go back to the castle now. I don’t know if they have a curfew-”

You stop when you realize that Rainbow is once again on her back, giggling almost hysterically. You shake your head, then scoop her up in your arms and begin the trek back.

As she seems to do on all your walks, Rainbow proves to be a rather generous source of entertainment.

“We… We should go to that place with the clouds again…” she says, kicking her legs and craning her neck to get a good look at the gate of the park while you pass it.

“No.”

She turns around to face you, wearing a cross frown. “Why not?”

“You said we’d go as soon as we got done dancing.”

“I said we’d go, not back,” she tries to argue. Immediately after this, it seems as if she’s suddenly forgotten what the two of you are talking about when her eyelids begin to droop in a half-lidded fashion, and she bites her lip. “What are we gonna do when we get back to the castle, hmm?”

You’re rather amused by this behavior. “What do you think we’re gonna do when we get back?”

She bops you lightly on the nose. “What do you think we’re gonna do when we get back?”

“Belly rubs,” you reply. You notice that a small part of her chest peeks out of the dress she’s wearing. Included in this portion of her body is the small patch of extra fur you’d noticed. Recalling your earlier curiosity, you have to ask: “Rainbow, what’s that?”

She looks as if she’s trying to make her neck longer. “Hmm?”

“Your chest. Why is it fluffy in the middle like that?” You reach your hand through the space between her foreleg and her body and indicate to her by running your fingers through the extra soft fur.

“Ohh, that.” She smiles. “I did that for you.”

“You did, huh?” You have a feeling you’re going to need to ask again when she’s sober.

“Yeah… Yeah. It means… It means I love you, Ivan.” She gives you a look meant to confirm this, then passes out immediately afterward.

The rest of the walk back is considerably quiet. You show the guards your clearance cards, they open the gates, and you eventually find your way back to your room.

After trying to juggle the task of unlocking the door while holding a sleeping pegasus, you walk inside, and place Rainbow down on the princess-sized mattress.

For a few moments, you stand there at the side of the bed, looking upon your sleeping beauty, splayed out on her side. Despite knowing how rambunctious she can be at times, right now she looks so fragile. Her chest rises and falls with every shallow breath, that little fluff of fur that’s been bugging you going along with it. You run your hand through it, enjoying the warmth of her small pony body, and kiss her on the forehead.

((NSFW))

You walk into the other room and look at the mirror. You sigh. Your suit is a mess. You’re a mess. There are grass stains all over your ass, mud on your elbows and thighs, dirt on your face, and it’s all complete with a rats’ nest atop your head.

You start to undress, beginning with your slacks. You’re hoping they’re not damaged too badly, and that maybe you can take them to Rarity-

You feel a tap on your lower back. You turn around, and suddenly find yourself locking lips with the only rainbow-maned pony you know. Her forelegs are wrapped tightly around your neck, and she vigorously attacks the entrance of your mouth with her tongue. You allow her access, and the two of you begin the bliss exploration of each other’s maws. Again, she’s the one to break the kiss, but quickly bites on to your tie and drags you back into the bedroom.

Well, it looks like she can walk now.

She gets you past the door, but not all the way to the bed because her reckless yanking on the tie undoes it. Even so, physics dictates that there’s no possible way for you to be standing straight up while the little pony pulls you around by your tie…

…so when she sees you on your hands and knees in front of her, she gets ideas.

“Ivan,” she coos, dropping the tie and walking sultry-like towards you, “Do you know what the ‘twist’ is?”

“The ‘twist?’” Oh, boy…

“Yes,” she confirms. “It’s where I get under you, you lick the inside of my vagina,” she gets real close to you, close enough to taste the alcohol in her breath, “and I swallow your dick.”

The pony version of the ’69,’ you realize. Rainbow Dash closes the gap between you, going for the long, drawn-out tongue dance.

When she lets go, a small strand of saliva connecting the two of you falls to the ground. She smiles half-liddedly, turns around, and lies on her back on front of you.

“Come on Ivan,” she mewls. Her legs open up, revealing her little pink slit. “Climb on.”

How convenient it is that the dress doesn’t cover that up, is all you can think about. You crawl over to her on your hands and knees, letting your covered crotch hang over her face. You look down at your winking prize below, making the bulge in your pants become tighter.

You feel Rainbow start to fumble with your pants, cursing at the unfamiliar belt buckle. Simultaneously you lean down, giving the outside edge of her vagina a quick lap of your tongue.

You feel her shudder, making her lose her grip. You slide your tongue on the outer part of her mound again, but this time she’s ready. She continues to steadily work at your buckle, finally getting it off by the time her slit has received a full once-over and is glistening on the outside.

For her, the rest of your clothes are just muscle memory. Once you feel your boxers slip down, and your dick slap her in the face, you begin to dig in.

Her legs tense up, her slit tightening around your tongue as you lick her sweet inner walls. You drop to your elbows and begin to lovingly knead her inner thighs, the combined workings on her body causing her to moan a bit.

Despite how many times you’ve done this dance with her, you can never get over how good she tastes. She’s so sweet, not like honey, but more like candy, with just that tiniest bitter aftertaste that adds to the flavour.

You begin to wonder when she’s going to start, when you finally feel her hot, moist breath on the tip of your penis. First a tongue, and then a mouth envelope the top half of your pride, sending waves of pleasure up and down your spine.

She sucks vigorously, trying to make up for lost time. She actually almost catches up with you; you feel a bit of precum spurt out, making your urethra slightly more sensitive than before. Yet, no matter how fast she goes to live up to her reputation, neither of you can deny the way she sporadically tenses, how her marehood sucks at and tries to engulf your tongue. Even through deep-throating and swallowing at your rod, you can hear her muffled moans. Her chests convulses with the excitement and tension building up within her.

You release it all with one small press of her nub.

She pulls herself off of your rod, wailing to the high heavens as hot streams of sweet juice stream forth from her love canal. Her hips buck upwards and her legs wrap around your head, pressing your face into her puffy lips, the sweet jets of sex juice squirting into your open mouth. You feel her warmth flow across your tongue, lapping her generous offering up greedily. And you show your love for the mare by drinking it all.

She’s left with her legs wrapped around the back of your head, riding out the last of her orgasm. Her legs start to quiver, and soon release you. Her back end hits the ground with the thud, leaving her to just lie on the ground beneath you, panting.

Something that bugs you, however, is that you’re still hard enough to cut diamonds, and feeling quite unsatisfied. You look beneath you to see her with her eyes closed, resting. Her mouth hangs wide open, and above it, your penis looms over her head like an awaiting piledriver.

It’s mean, but…

You plunge your trunk straight into her maw. Her eyes shoot open and she starts to gag, so you remove yourself from her. Strands of saliva hang off your dick as she sputters and coughs, wiping her mouth with a forehoof.

You feel kind of bad now. “Sorry Dash, I thought you were ready-”

“No,” she gasps, coughing a little again, “I want it. Do it again. Please.”

You question it little; she wants to suck you off, why argue? So, once more, you insert yourself into the nearest open hole. This time, she’s ready for it, and as soon as your tip reaches her supple mouth she immediately begins swirling her tongue around it, the almost unbearable pleasure causing you to groan and arch your back.

You slide your whole penis deeper and deeper into her mouth, and she takes it without the slightest hint of trouble. The base of your dick is soon the only thing exposed, and when you feel yourself hit the back of her throat, she begins to swallow, tightening her gullet around you. You groan, feeling a familiar pressure building up.

You decide to see how far you can push it, and begin rocking your hips back and forth. She realizes what you’re doing, and at one point while you’re pulling back, she tightens her lips hard around your rod and sucks as hard as she can.

It feels like a hot suction pulling at your dick, and as your penis slides out up to the tip, you feel yourself about to come.

Right then, Rainbow decides to let go, and slips out from underneath you. You groan, the feeling of an orgasm interrupted making itself known as the unspent pressure resting on the tip of your dick. You glare at the pegasus, who’s just gotten to all fours and is turned the other way.

“Rainbow, what are you-” You stop when you see her turn her head back towards you, flicking her tail underneath the dress she’s wearing.

She fixes you with a sultry gaze. “I need help with my dress.”

As if compelled by some invisible force, you immediately clamber towards her, throwing off your loosened tie and kicking off the final clinging remnants of your pants as you go. You kneel down beside her, and begin trying to tug on the sides of the dress.

She shakes her head. “No, no, Ivan, you’ll rip it that way. You have to undo it in the front.” She touches the zigzag jewel on the front of her dress. “Right here.”

You try to undo it, but have little success from the side of her body. You reach over and around her neck, your chest touching her back through your shirt and your blood-filled phallus twitching against her thigh.

With a click, the front becomes undone. You remove yourself from her, and begin to slowly undrape the gown from around her body. Your fingers brush along her cutiemark on one side, causing both of you a small shiver.

You get the view from behind. She looks so nice without her clothes on.

Her tail flicks to the side, fully revealing her dripping marehood. She looks back at you, smiling.

“Stick it in.”

You almost come a little from those words alone. You rise to your feet, taking a good look at the beautiful mare before you. She still does her best to display her neck, which is one of the funniest places to draw attention to at the moment. Still, it’s cute. Her slender, maybe slightly-softer-than-a-few-months-ago body leads down to her firm but squeezable ass and gorgeous marehood.

You stoop down a little, placing your hands, along with your weight, on her back. The extra pressure causes her to arch her back a little, and in turn spreads her ass cheeks.

On complete primal instinct, you start to work your dick up her butthole. She moans loudly, her legs quivering from the excitement and dropping slightly. As you begin to fuck her tight insides, you lay yourself over her back and begin to suck on the base of that neck she oh-so likes to show off.

Her cheeks are a deep red, squeaks and moans and all manners of noises coming from her. Since you were already close when you went in, you can feel the immense pressure build up, and then quickly gush forth in hot spurts of cum. As you ride out the orgasm, the sperm provides a good source of lubricant, allowing you to pound faster and harder at her tight asshole. A slapping noise echoes around the room from your crotch area smacking into her ass cheeks, and you begin to wonder how Rainbow’s saliva even worked well enough to let you enter.

You keep going for a few more moments, gripping her chest area with your hands as she continues to gasp and pant. Somehow, you notice, your jacket came off in all the action, leaving you only your white undershirt. When you finally pull out, she collapses with you on top of her, earning groans from the both of you. She chuckles.

“You’re not sticking that thing in my mouth again… not tonight,” she says, drawing forth a humorous snort from you. You roll off of her and gaze into her eyes. The both you stay there like that, having an unsaid agreement not to kiss at the moment due to the circumstance. Your eyelids begin to droop, and with the dimness that follows you drift off to sleep…

You awaken not too long later to the feeling of your shirt being yanked off. You feel it drag on your ears, creating a quite unpleasant sensation when coupled with the slight chill you get from being completely naked.

You groan and turn over onto your stomach. A pair of herbivore teeth begins nipping on your ear, disallowing you to fall back into unconsciousness. You lift your head and open your eyes, expecting a glaring assault from the lights.

Instead, you find that the room is dimly lit. With candles. You groggily look to where you know the pegasus is, giving her a sleepy smile. “Scented candles. Smells good.”

She smirks. “I know. Get up.”

You look around for a moment, waiting for yourself to become a little more alert. Rainbow jumpstarts this by biting your nose.

Pain flares in your poor face and you quickly swipe at the pony. She jumps backwards, safely out of your reach, and giggles. “Come on, Ivan. Get up.”

“Kinky ass bitch,” you mutter, rubbing your nose. Now fully awake, you obey, getting up to your knees and then sitting back on your naked ass. Rubbing your eyes, you ask, “How long was I out?”

She shrugs. “About an hour. I fell asleep too, so don’t worry.” At this, she lightly taps you on the nose. “I don’t think we were finished…”

You suddenly find yourself pert and ready for another round. The little pegasus places a hoof on your chest, slowly pushing you down to your back.

You suddenly remember a few things from earlier in the night. Before she has you down, you grab her by her sides. She squeaks out of surprise, and you quickly flip her onto her back. A dull thump sounds, and she begins kicking her legs.

“Ivan! The hell are you doing?!” she demands as you keep her on the ground. You pin a hind leg down with your knee so it doesn’t buck you, and place your finger on her lips.

“Face it, Rainbow. You know you want this. You’ve been wanting this for a long time.” You lean in close, whispering into her ear. “You told me yourself. Remember?”

She suddenly ceases to fight, then just lies there, as if frozen. She suddenly shivers, which makes you smile.

“Good, my little pet.” You put your knee on her other hind leg and hold down both of her forelegs, effectively trapping her down. You look down at your prey; her chest heaves up and down, and she stares up at you anxiously, impatiently.

You find her navel. Starting there, you lick all the way up her belly, her chest, and up the curvature of her neck to her chin. “Heh heh, heh,” she breathes, shuddering. You look south a bit, and can actually feel the heat radiating off of her wet pussy. It feels good on your rock-hard dick. Slowly and deliberately, you begin rubbing your penis on the outer lips of her slit, eliciting moans from your horny lover.

Her tongue lolls out, and she begins to whimper. You feel her legs tensing up from the arousal, pushing against yours in an attempt to break free. Boy, if she got out right now…

Her panting becomes erratic. She begins to pull her legs around and kick them, then arches her back and cries, “Put it in me, please!”

You continue your motions. You’re actually starting to enjoy this. “What was that?”

“Please, do it,” she begs. “I can’t take this anymore.”

You lean down close to her. “What do you want me to do, again?”

“Fuck me,” she says, a frantic, pleading look in her eye. “Rut me until I can’t stand anymore. Please, I’m begging you.”

You smile. “Good.”

Your rod nice and soaked from her arousal, you stick it in her, hard and fast. She cries out in ecstasy, biting her lip as you penetrate further, deeper, until your hips collide with an audible slap. You pull it out almost all the way, then ram it in again, causing her to scream.

You repeat this over and over again, many times before you start to feel that familiar pressure. You speed up, and with one final thrust shoot your hot seed into her womb.

It’s soon after that her walls clench around your stick. Her hips buck up into the air, and juice spills over and begins to run down both of your legs.

The two of you collapse, with you still on top of her. You don’t pull out, simply enjoy the feeling of being inside your mare, feeling her inner walls continuing to expand and contract.

((SFW NOW))

You run your hand through the little tuft of fur on her chest, playing with the soft feeling between your fingers. When she sees this she looks up at you, and smiles.

“Didn’t you ask what that was earlier?”

You hadn’t expected her to say anything. In response to her question, you nod. “Yeah, though your answer last time left me with only a vague idea…”

She giggles. “Yeah. I remember. Did you still want to know?”

You shrug. “Sure.”

She sighs. “Alright. So, I guess the best way to explain this is that it’s sort of like a… a mark.”

“A mark?”

“Yeah. A mark that shows that I’m taken, I guess.”

You smirk. “So, kind of like a ‘stay the fuck away’ to other stallions?”

“You could say that.” She smirks at your analogy.

You feel the little ‘mark’ again. “I like it. How come I only just noticed it recently?”

She raises an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve had it for months, but I couldn’t really grow it out at first because of the whole ‘situation.’”

You chuckle. “Right. Celestia, that was so stupid.”

“Two whole months.” She shakes her head. “It’s what I get for dating little foals.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a little pony,” you retort playfully.

She grunts. “This ‘little pony’ is getting squashed by your skinny ass. Let’s move to the bed.”

You place your hands on the ground, moving your hips so you’re off and out of her. You stand, and wait for her to do the same.

She rolls over to her belly, and gets into position to stand. Only, when she tries, her legs quiver, and she’s barely able to get halfway up before her hind legs collapse under her.

“Shouldn’t’ve asked for that,” she mutters. You laugh, then scoop her up by her rump and chest and start to carry her back to the bed.

“Wait,” she stops you. You wonder what she’s doing when she grabs your shirt off the floor and scrunches it up against her face. She smiles at you. “Okay, now you can go.”

“What was that?” you ask as you place her on the mattress. She takes a deep whiff the shirt again.

“It smells good. It reminds me of you,” she says, crawling over to the head of the bed to get under the covers.

“…when I’m right here,” you remind her. She giggles, and hugs you.

You hug her back. Together, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s embrace.

You stare out the window, the moon shining full and bright amidst the dark night, and casting a glint off the forbidden object you hold. The lighting causes the hoof that grips it to become a sickly, pale orange.

Were you to be caught with a bottle of beer, the consequences would be dire. You could be kicked out; moved to another orphanage just like you’ve been your whole life, the only difference being that this time you might end up somewhere meant for ponies your age. Older.

Would you really drink it? No. You’ve seen what alcohol does to ponies. You never want to go down that route. No, you hold this cold bottle for another reason altogether. A question that irks at you.

You briskly trot down the halls, fighting back tears. Of all the ponies to betray you…

…Rainbow Dash…

You stand before one of the hospital rooms. You shake your head, clearing your face of all signs of distress, and then push open the door to your father’s room. Once inside, you notice a distinct smell lingers in the air, something familiar. To you, at least, it smells like… fear.

Your eyes widen. What you see shakes you to your very core.

“Hey there, Scootaloo,” your dad says, lowering a bottle of beer from his lips.

“W-What’s t-that?” you stammer.

He looks at you, then what you’re looking at. “Oh, this? A lady dropped by, gave this to me. That pretty little receptionist. I intend to ‘give her my thanks’ at some point, if you know what I mean.” He suddenly seems concerned. “Say, is somethin’ wrong, little girl?”

You wipe your eyes and swallow a lump in your throat. “Nothin’s wrong.”

He watches you for a moment. “Hm.” He puts the bottle up to his eyes, then holds it out to you. “Here. Have some of this.”

You jump back a little. “W-What?”

“Here. Take some.” He swirls it around a bit. “It’ll make you feel better.”

You stare at the menacing being. You stare, long and hard, unmoving.

You took it. You didn’t drink any, but it seemed to satisfy him.

Suddenly, the door to your room opens. A silhouette amidst the burning hall lights casts a long shadow, but the shadow doesn’t manage to block the glint that reflects off of the bottle in your hooves.

Author's Note

Long chapter for the long wait. Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks go to hwrogers for proofreading, and a special thanks to Jazzaman for helping with the cloppy part. Did you know that clop makes up 2,631 words of this chapter?

Edit: By the way! Does anyone have any better names for the '69'? If someone can think up a better name, then I will retcon 'face-to-flank' and replace it with whatever clever name you've thought of.

Because, seriously. Me and Jazzaman were having a hard time with that.

Image credits go to sparkle-bubba :D Check him out!