Veiled Violet

Rainbow Dash didn't normally wear clothes and she normally didn't walk. She was also one of the most famous ponies in town.

Tonight though as she walked through the streets in her shadowy blue dress. With no one looking and greeting her in recognition.

It felt so bizarre and unnatural. Like walking through a dream. Only the slight pinch of her horseshoes reminded her that this was real.

But she had an appointment. She had to hurry.

A pegasus flashed by above her. She longed to give up the ground and fly to her destination as well. But she couldn't fly. Under the dress her wings where in the binders. She was trapped on the ground.

She felt a sharp pang of envy. Was this how earth ponies felt?

Her destination loomed close. The white fence passed by her. This was it. She felt a chill reach through her, up her spine from below her concealed and slight saddle.

Here at the gate she stopped. A growing ball of terror nestled in her chest. This was it. She was fast running out of time to back out. Without her wings she wouldn't be able to bolt at the last minute like last time. Was this how other mares felt?

A drape moved. He had been waiting for her. She stood stunned by fright for the moment it took for the door to open.

It was a stallion. White. Earth pony. His cutiemark was a horseshoe.

But how did he look? Older. Uncertain. Bland. Harmless. Non-threatening.

Dash gave a slight little smile. She couldn't imagine having sex with him, but she wasn't worried about talking to this pony.

He gave a smile and waved her over.

Trying to keep the trembling in her hooves to a minimum she made her way forward and into the single floor domicile.

The door closed behind her with a thud, prompting her to jump.

“Sorry about that. I'm Silver Stomp. Nice to meet you. You look nice.”

“Y,yeah, thanks. I'm Ra... I mean Sk... I mean Violet. Veiled Violet.”

“Ah, you sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure. Violet. That's my name.”

“Alright then. Just so long as your sure.”

“Why wouldn't I be sure?” a touch of defensiveness etched into her voice.

“I have a bottle of wine if you'd like a glass,” he offered, ignoring the question and pulling out a chair from the table.

Dash took the seat. Her heart was beating kind of hard. She was kinda grateful for the opportunity to calm down. Or at least not have to deal with him for a few seconds.

She had a good long moment to collect herself while listening to the opening bottle and the pouring of the wine. She wasn't especially big on wine. Rainbow was more of a cider girl. Wine was more of a Rarity thing.

A glass or red liquid was placed before her.

“You new to this sort of thing?” the stallion asked as he sat down across from her at the table.

“No. I mean, Why would you say that? I,I've totally been on dates before.”

“You just seem sorta tense.”

Rainbow Dash flapped her wings, lifting herself up above the table in an intimidating manner, carelessly sending the wine glasses tumbling to the floor as she prepared to tell this jerk that she was very much not tense. At all. Even a little.

Straining against the binders she sat perfectly still as her face slowly reddened from frustration.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just need to know that your okay with this before we go ahead.”

That... Actually okay. She stared in almost shock. He wasn't challenging her. He was trying to make this easy on her.

Before they went ahead. And just did It. Like It.

Rainbow Dash couldn't handle this. She should go. Get out of this place before she embarrassed herself again.

Maybe this strange mare, sitting at this table, wearing those binders and this dress, talking to this harmless looking pony and about to have sex with him wasn't Rainbow Dash?

There was certainly some evidence on hand to support that idea. Like everything.

So maybe...

The strange blue mare let out a sigh and took a sip of her wine. It really wasn't bad.

“I think I'm ready now.”

* * *

Lips pressed against hers. Strong hooves wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her close. The tongue flowed between her teeth.

It was sort of okay.

His hoof brushed her dress away from her shoulder uncovering one of her gilded wings.

This was a little fast wasn't it?

“That's unusual,” he admitted to her as he nuzzled into her neck.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he replied moving beside her.

He swept the dress the rest of the way off of her. Dropping it casually to the floor.

Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Digging his muzzle into her neck he pulled her closer with his right hoof. She could smell his sweat. It reminded her of cheap cider and fast food.

Her breath was coming in little gasps. Her face started to redden.

She felt him pressing into her side. Moving back. Rising up. Rising onto her.

Now was the time. She'd have to tell him to stop. Say that this was all some terrible mistake. She opened her eyes.

Before her was a conveniently placed mirror. She'd heard about this kind of thing. So that they could watch themselves.

But right now she was looking at that other mare. This other mare named Violet. Violet whom Rainbow Dash and Rarity had made together.

In the mirror some cheap looking stallion was about to mount Violet.

But she was Violet. What was she going to do? What kind of pony was Violet?

Violet was what Rainbow could never let herself be.

Violet was a slut.

The Violet in grinned as Violet spread her back legs a little and lined herself up with her best guess as to where the Silver's member was going.

Warm, rigid flesh pressed against her marehood.

She pressed back against it.

“Oh Celestia!” it hurt! Too big, too much.

“What they hay? You're really tight.”

It was her! She gritted her teeth. Feel the burn!

He moved back and forth a little.

It was getting better. The slick moisture, the thick flesh filling her. This was almost kind of fun. Intense.

She shrieked. Something caught. A pinching. A terrible painful pinching in the core her.

“You're... You're really...”

“Shut up!” she snapped furiously.

“I underpaid.”

“Shut up and do it!”

He did.

She screamed. Something tore.

He plunged deep, flowing back and forth freely. That felt right.

Except that she was aching inside. She just closed her eyes and stuffed it down.

Violet was tough. Sure she was. She had to be. She hadn't known she had to be. But here she was. Having to be tough.

She got her reward there. The ache started to fade. She discovered some of the original pleasure there hidden behind the pain. She was filled so satisfyingly. Feeling that member flowing in and out of her. This was what Violet was all about.

She never wanted this to stop. A sensation was welling up inside of her.

She felt the member pulse. Felt hot fluid flood into her. She felt flushed and satisfied. She gave a happy little sigh.

So this was what the finish line was like.