Clip-clop goes the Rainbow Dash
Chapter 10.5: Late Night Fantasies
Rainbow Dash squirmed under her bed covers fretfully, mumbling incoherently to herself. She tossed and turned, thrashed and moaned, her eyelids fluttering. Her entire body jerked and her eyes flew open.
She sat up in bed and rubbed her temples. What a weird dream she had been having. Rainbow twisted her head to her right and glanced at the bedside table, glaring at the sharp red lights of the illuminated face of her alarm clock. It was shortly before 1:00 in the morning.
“Oh, for fuck's sake...” Dash swore aloud to herself, dropping back on to the pillows.
Her belly gave an unpleasant squirm as her thoughts returned to the dream she had been experiencing. It was a pretty frightening nightmare; she had been drowning. She was normally a great swimmer, but her dream self's entire body was cramping up or had seized for some other reason. Rainbow Dash had been in the pool outside of the Wonderbolt Academy in her dream, the same pool she had been in earlier that day with Soarin. She remembered the stallion leaping in to the water to save her as Rainbow's vision slipped beneath the surface.
Her heart gave a little jolt of pleasure at this. The idea of being rescued by the pegasus she idolized and adored was exciting. She was sure that, if she had really been drowning, he would most certainly be able to rescue her, regardless of how badly she might have been thrashing around. As she pushed the dream from her mind, she felt the heat rising in her face. The mare closed her eyes, twisting her body under the covers and trying to get more comfortable.
Rainbow Dash had remembered playing around in the water with him earlier that day. She had tried a few mock-wrestling moves on him in the pool, just being her usual playful self. However, at one point they were on the grass and she had him completely restrained. She had been tickling him with her tail. Rainbow recalled perfectly how she had felt as she did so: Thrilled and excited, in total control and dominant. It was a proper revenge, as Soarin had Rainbow Dash similarly restrained earlier during their little play session. He was tickling her hooves and would not relent until she had begged him to stop.
She knew she had gotten rather aroused as she played around with him. How could she help herself, considering Soarin was a pretty great flirt himself? However, the blue pegasus was also worried that her tail tickling had taken things too far. Soarin had given up and begged her to stop almost immediately, and kept his back to her for awhile afterwards.
Rainbow's lower body squirmed a little as a sudden and amusing idea occurred to her. What if he only acted the way he did because he had been trying to hide something? She felt her wings stiffen and disturb the sheets. Groaning impatiently, Rainbow Dash made to readjust them.
It was only at that point that she noticed the wetness. She hadn't realized how worked up she had become. Dash reached down and felt her fur. Okay, perhaps worked up was an understatement. She was soaked. It didn't help that she was now thinking of when Soarin had her restrained. She was upside down with his lower body wrapped around her torso and stomach to prevent her twisting. Soarin had been using his wings to stay aloft while he pretended to twist her hoof in an ankle lock before moving on to tickling. That feeling of helplessness...
'I wonder... did he sneak a peek at my crotch while I couldn't move?' Rainbow thought to herself, writhing again and giving a shiver. She would need to calm herself down! As the warmth and dampness from her vulva spread, the longing to stretch a hoof between her legs was beginning to overpower her. The fact was, this was never something she commonly did. She had always considered self stimulation for lesser ponies than herself. If she wanted pleasure, it was a simple matter of grabbing a stallion for an evening. But it had been such a fun day... Perhaps she could swallow her pride for a night.
Dash clicked on a bedside lamp, slipped out of bed and moved almost dreamlike to her door. She grasped the handle in her hooves and pushed it in with a twist, locking the door. She didn't want to a risk a certain orange pegasus filly sleepwalking into the room.
On her way back to the bed, she stopped in front of the mirror and stood straight up on her hind legs. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples erect, and the fur around her sex was dark blue with moisture. She could just see the vaginal lips through her light cerulean fur, slightly swollen with arousal. Rainbow traced her right hoof down her belly, shivering with anticipation. Very slowly, eyes fixed on the lower portions of her reflection, she gently ran the hoof across her opening. She gave a deep inhale as the nerves tingled.
Rainbow Dash returned to her bed, clicking the lamp back off and breathing deeply, her tongue caressing her lower lip. She soon found herself sitting up in the middle of the mattress, hunched over and gently brushing her sex. Tugging softly at the labia and prodding at the opening with the tip of her hoof, she was putting off playing with her clitoris for a moment or two. Not just yet... Dash rarely did this; she wanted to make the most of it.
She quietly fell back, cushioning herself with her wings. Pressing her knees tightly together, she drove her thighs against the hoof as she continued to tease her own pussy. She held her left hoof to her mouth, nibbling it softly. She gave it a long, wet lick and gave one of her nipples a soft touch, squirming and tingling all over.
She was thinking of him. Thinking of that Wonderbolt. Such a powerful stallion.She adored the thought of being under his control, completely restrained and begging. This was quite unlike her! She thought she had been in her element when she was tickling Soarin, but it was the thoughts of the reverse that were driving her thirst for him through the roof. It was quite strange indeed, as Rainbow Dash was always a dominate personality in the bedroom. Maybe it was simply time for a change?
She toyed with a fantasy of being pinned on the grass herself, his own tail flicking tantalizingly across her body. Her soaking hoof moved to her clit and she traced it in little circles, anticipating the moment when she decided to stimulate it. In her mind's eye, she saw him lean in close and lick her neck, perhaps even biting down softly. A little harder... that's the spot.
“F-fuck...” She mumbled softly in the darkness, biting her lip as she gave her clit a little prod.
The only sound was the steady rush of air into her lungs and the gentle noise of squishy wetness whenever Dash decided to return the hoof tip to her vaginal crease. She continued to play with the clitoris with her right, her left rubbing away at the nipples.
Her mind continued to invent new and exciting scenes for her to enjoy, such as being overpowered during her own attempts at dominance. She was now rubbing her clitoris vigorously, the other hoof having left her erect nipples to tease the sensitive nerves at her vagina's entrance. In her fantasy, Soarin was laying on his back on this very bed as she rode him, hooves to his neck. Almost effortlessly, he pulled them from his throat and jumped up from the bed, supporting her and throwing Rainbow's back against the wall, thrusting deeply into her.
Rainbow's rapid masturbation began to slow as she rolled off her back and to her sides, thighs still tight against her hooves. An idea struck her, and she rolled on to her front, pushing herself up on to her knees with her left arm. Right hoof still at her pussy, she traced it down toward her tail, feeling the fur on her forearm saturate from contact with her sex. She pressed it hard against her vulva, squeezing her legs together as she began to slowly grind her pussy against her forearm.
Just as rapid as she could flap her wings, the fantasy changed once more. Thoughts of pleasuring him with her own hooves, or pushing his length deeply into her throat. How she yearned to taste it! Rainbow Dash was leaving a long and wet streak against her arm fur as she continued to grind, running her sex from the edge of her hoof to her elbow. She threw her head back and gave a shuddering gasp, the heat of the night causing her to sweat profusely. Jolts of pure ecstasy were rocketing up and down her spine. Once again, the fantasy changed. She imagined laying on her belly, the cool sheets against her skin and fur, tail shifted. She wanted to be presented to him, submissive but expectant.
Rainbow could feel herself nearing a climax. The friction of her arm against her vagina, stimulating the army of nerve endings and her clitoris all at once... Rainbow Dash was being sent into cascades of euphoria. She fell forward, still shifting her hips as she continued to drag that limb between her legs. Dash wanted to put herself into the exact position in her mind. She wanted to feel Soarin's stiff glans against the folds of her slit so she could beg him enter.
Faster and harder Dash rutted herself, pressing her arm hard into her groin and panting. She imagined herself being mounted and abused, her mane and tail being pulled, her neck being bitten, her flank being slapped and bruised. She wanted to be the one dominated. She wanted to be the one submissive, the one begging, docile and obedient.
Rainbow's desire was for Soarin to be the first stallion to really take her reins, so to speak. As her body quivered from the her head straight to the tips of her hooves, her chest expanding and contracting as she took great shuddering gasps, she gradually brought her grinding and rubbing to a stop. Rainbow Dash had reached her climax and felt her pussy tingle and contract. She rolled over on to her back, her wings stiff and erect, breast heaving.
She returned that right hoof to her clit and toyed with it for another few moments. Rainbow Dash was physically exhausted but quite satisfied. Eventually she stopped, still breathing deeply. She slid off the bed and threw open her bedroom window, allowing the cool air to permeate the room. The breeze felt quite refreshing against her perspiring body.
Rainbow Dash ran her hooves all over her sheets in the darkness. She clicked on the light again and examined her bed minutely. There was a moist patch here and there, mainly from contact with her arm, but otherwise there were no wet spots. She hadn't gushed or squirted.
“Perfect crime, Rainbow Dash!” she said to herself in a self-satisfied voice, unlocking her door and slipping quietly off to the bathroom to wash up.
