> Games Night
>  by Doesnotwrite
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> Rainbow Dash wins at everything
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	Games Night
Chapter 1: Rainbow Dash wins at everything
 
Rainbow Dash sat in the bar, a few residual surges of excitement passing through her as she reimagined the incredible Wonderbolt’s show she’d just come from. Like always, the Wonderbolts held their season finale in Cloudsdale and Rainbow Dash, for once, had been lucky enough to get her hooves on a ticket. With her other friends otherwise occupied she’d spent the day up in the floating cloud city, trying to catch a glimpse of the famous flight team as they practiced their pre-show drills. She’d caught a few glimpses of them as she trotted around Cloudsdale but it was not enough and she had to wait until the show started before she managed to get a good look at her favourite flight team.
She downed another mouthful of her fragrant pear cider, a rare treat considering almost all the cider in Ponyville came from the local orchard, and chuckled quietly. The show had been perfect! The drills had been precise, the pyrotechnics flashy and her favourite fliers, Soarin and Spitfire had performed their signature moves much to the audience's delight. She swore she’d seen one of the Wonderbolts wave at her as they flew overhead but now she dismissed it as a trick of the light.
With a smile, she put her drink down and scanned the bar, wondering if there was anypony around she thought looked decent enough to chat up. She spied the trio of old bullies that had plagued her in flight school and decided going near them wasn’t wise… for their safety.
With an amused snort she leaned back into her chair and examined the cloud architecture around her. While is wasn’t something she’d ever admit to enjoying, she did enjoy the practice of cloud sculpting and considered herself fairly well versed in the ancient art of her kind.
It was because of that, she found the wall directly across the narrow corridor from her a bit strange.
Her curiosity aroused, she examined the wall closely, noting the pony sized rectangle which seemed to be missing from the original wall and repaired with a slightly different type of cloud. Whoever had made the repair job had been a little sloppy and to her trained eye, the seams stood out like a tomato sauce stain on one of Rarity’s dresses. She leaned a little closer to the wall, noticing that the new cloud seemed substantially thinner, more like an internal wall than an external one. It occurred to her that there might be something hidden behind it, invisible to the untrained eye.
She was busy examining the odd wall when it suddenly slid open, revealing two very startled Wonderbolts. Each of the fliers was holding half-dozen bottles empty bottles of various liquors. Rainbow Dash leapt back in fright, surprised by their sudden appearance. She looked around quickly, nopony else seemed to have noticed the wall open.
“Whatever this looks like, this isn’t it.” One of them said slowly.
Rainbow Dash, too startled to respond, just stared at them blankly. The two Wonderbolts exchanged a nervous glance as a bout of raucous laughter drifted up the staircase that was hidden behind what Rainbow Dash now realised was a fake wall.
“What’s taking you two so long?” Another voice asked, the speaker trotting up the stairs into view.
“Uhh…” One of the Wonderbolts (which Rainbow Dash’s shocked mind finally pieced was Surprise) trailed off.
The third Wonderbolt shoved his way forward. “Wha-.” The words died in his mouth as he saw Rainbow Dash. A stupid grin spread over his face as he recognised the shocked mare sitting across the narrow hall. “Oh hey, Rainbow Dash isn’t it?”
Rainbow’s mind did a backflip as the Wonderbolt’s vice captain, Soarin, trotted over to her, a friendly grin appearing over his face. ‘He knows my name!?’ She thought dumbly. Her mouth worked up and down a moment before some measure of control reasserted itself.
“Hi.” She squeaked.
“Surprise, Misty, stop dicking around and get the refills. Stop gawking at the poor mare would ya?”  Soarin ordered, giving both of the mares a rough shove in the direction of the mostly empty bar.
“You mind?” Soarin asked, taking a seat across from Rainbow Dash
She shook her head mutely, still shocked at the sudden appearance of three of her idols.
“So what’s a mare like you doing up here by yourself?” Soarin asked Rainbow dash casually, leaning back with a suave smile.
“I… I...” Rainbow Dash mumbled.
Soarin’s smile faded slightly. “Still a bit star-shocked? Thought you would’ve been over that by now with how much you bump into us.”
Rainbow slapped herself mentally. “Sorry.” She mumbled awkwardly. She buried her face in her mug of pear cider and hoped Soarin couldn’t see the faint blush that spread to her cheeks. Here she was embarrassing herself in front of one of her heroes, she wished she could just melt away.
“Nah it’s alright.” Soarin said, cracking one of his famous goofy grins out again. “Maybe we can work you up to a proper sentence by the end of the night.”
Before Rainbow Dash could question this, Soarin gave her a gentle pull towards the still open hidden door. “Come on, I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet you.”
 “Really?” She asked, letting Soarin pull her down the narrow staircase wrought into the cloud.
“Sure they would, I know most of them just drool when they hear the words ‘Sonic’ and ‘Rainboom’ together.” He paused for a moment. “You should teach me how to do one of those.”
Rainbow Dash’s mind went into overdrive. No way would the Wonderbolts be going gaga over her, Soarin had to be pulling her leg. Maybe this was all some cruel trick. Still, she followed the sky-blue pegasus down to tightly winding staircase until it opened out into a wide, dimly lit cellar. A trio of pegasi sat around a large table, all of them turning around as Soarin re-entered the cellar.
“Hey guys, look who I found!” Soarin announced, drawing Rainbow Dash up beside him with a pleased smile. Rainbow smiled weakly, feeling a little exposed. There were a few catcalls and cheers, evidently the assembled Wonderbolts approved.
“See, what did I say?” Soarin said, drawing up another chair for Rainbow and taking his own seat next to the team’s captain, Spitfire.
“Where’d you find her?” Spitfire asked, nodding at the rainbow maned Pegasus politely.
“She was right outside the entrance, couldn’t believe my luck.” Soarin answered. He turned to face Rainbow dash and beckoned her to take the seat next to him. “Come on!” He beckoned to the suddenly shy mare.
Not willing to back down despite the almost socially-crippling amounts of glee and surprise she was feeling, Rainbow plopped herself in the seat and looked around the table in wonder. The two seats on the other side of her which were empty, presumably belonged to Misty and Surprise. Next to the vacant seats was the two other stallions on the team, Wave Chill and Lightning Streak. The two stallions conversed in hushed tones as they examined the new arrival, leaving little doubt in Dash’s mind exactly what they were discussing.
“Good to see you again, Rainbow dash.” Spitfire said, reaching over to shake her hoof. Unlike the last time they’d met at the academy, she was much more relaxed and laid back. “Nice of you to join our little party.”
She laughed nervously. “Well, Soarin kinda dragged me down here.”
“Did he now?” Spitfire said curiously. She reached around and hit Soarin over the nose with a rolled up newspaper. “Bad Soarin, no abducting mares again!”
Soarin snorted in amusement. “Yes ma’am, it won’t happen again.” He grinned stupidly at Rainbow Dash, making her flush red again.
“So what are you guys doing down here?” Rainbow asked, eventually working up the courage to talk to the star athletes.
“End of the season!” Soarin explained. “We’ll come down here for a bit of a drink and a laugh. A friendly poker game is usually in order, we’re just waiting for the two ladies to get back.”
“But down here?” Rainbow asked.
“We’ve been coming to this place for years.” Spitfire explained. “We don’t like the attention we get in public so the owner was nice enough to lend us his cellar whenever we drop in.”
“So, did you see our last show?” Soarin asked.
“Of course I did!” Rainbow exclaimed
“Was it great or what?”
“It was awesome! I mean, it would’ve been better with a Sonic Rainboom as the climax but ya know, besides that…” Rainbow dash trailed off dumbly as she realised exactly whose routine she was criticising.
“Hint, hint.” Soarin said, nudging Spitfire gently in the ribs.
“I bet you’re pretty good at climaxes.” Lightning Streak said with a small smirk.
“Hey, Lighting Streak, zip it before I do it for you.” Spitfire growled, silencing the stallion before he could follow up on his comment.
“Alright, we’re back.” Misty Fly announced, appearing at the bottom the stairs with Surprise in tow. The two mares were hefting a half-dozen fresh bottles of liquor. They nodded at Rainbow Dash silently and took their seats at the table with well-disguised embarrassment.
“Alright then, I think with the ladies back we can begin.” Soarin said, expertly shuffling a deck of cards and dealing them out to everypony. “You playing Dash?”
Rainbow shrugged half-heartedly. She didn’t really know how to play poker but she wasn’t about to back down now, not in front of the Wonderbolts. Not to mention the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to spend a relaxed night with her heroes that had somehow presented itself “Sure.” She said, before realising she had no money to gamble. She pointed this out to Soarin who laughed.
“We only play with chips, we tried it with real bits once but things got a little heated.”
“Implying things don’t get heated anyway?” Surprise purred.
Soarin chuckled lowly and handed out chips to each of them, ten thousand bits worth Rainbow Dash quickly counted.
“Alright, Appaloosa Hold ‘em poker, Blinds are 100, 200.” Soarin announced, passing two small chips to Spitfire and Wave Chill. He dealt out two cards facedown to each of them and then examined his own cards.
Rainbow stared blankly at the two cards in her hoof, a six of hearts and a nine of diamonds. Were they any good?
Betting went around the table, each of the Wonderbolts throwing a few coloured chips in before leaning back and either chatting quietly to their neighbour or taking a quick drink. The turn came around to Rainbow and she threw her own chips in, watching each of the athletes carefully so she could figure out how the game played.
With the first round of betting done, Soarin laid three cards face up in the centre of the table, the ‘flop’. A Six of clubs and a Queen and Ace of spades looked up at her blankly.
“You looked confused rookie, you know what you’re doing?” Spitfire asked, throwing a few chips into the pile.
‘Not really…’ Rainbow thought, she knew the basic hands but that was about it. She knew she had a pair at least, but how did that compare to what the others had? “Of course I do.” She said.
“Well it’s your turn.” Spitfire beckoned. Rainbow jumped, surprised to see the see the other Wonderbolts looking at her patiently.
After a moment’s consideration she placed her cards down on the able and opted out of the hand, maybe she’d be able to pick a few tricks up…
“Interesting, no wait, what’s the opposite of that?” Wave Chill asked as the next round of betting started without her.
 

***

 
“A flush…. Sorry buddy.” Rainbow Dash jeered, sweeping in her winnings from a now broke Lightning Streak. While the Wonderbolt’s three Kings had been impressive, they stood little chance against the flush of Hearts Rainbow Dash had secretly prepared. After a few rounds of low bets and folds, Rainbow had surprised the Wonderbolts with her competency. She had studied them all, trying to figure out their ‘tells’ and by the time she entered the game proper, she was a force to be reckoned with. Either that or they were all so rubbish at the game she didn’t have to learn much to stand a chance.
“Well that’s me out then.” Lightning Streak said, slightly melancholy. “You’re pretty good at this, Rainbow Dash.”
“I’m a fast learner.” She countered, sweeping the last of his chips into her large stack. It was just Spitfire, Soarin and herself left in now. Misty had been to first to drop after a failed bluff robbed her of her chips. Wave Chill and Surprise had both fallen to an amazing four-of-a-kind Soarin had hid amazingly well and now Lightning Streak’s overconfidence had gotten the better of him as well. Rainbow Dash grinned stupidly and looked at Soarin and Spitfire’s piles, Soarin’s while large, wasn’t quite as big as the small mountain she had collected. Spitfire’s was much smaller, maybe a little over half of what Rainbow had accrued.
Soarin roughly shuffled the deck and handed them to Rainbow Dash. “You’re up Dashie.” Soarin grinned as she clumsily dealt the cards out. While Wave Chill and Surprise had vanished earlier off into the unknown, the other remaining Wonderbolts leaned in closer, watching on curiously.
Rainbow looked down at her cards and stifled a grin.
“I bet. Fifteen hundred.” Soarin said coolly, throwing his chips into the centre. He stared at her impassively, his bottle-green eyes boring down on her,
“Call.” Spitfire said emotionlessly.
“I raise.” Rainbow Dash said coldly, throwing an extra two thousand on top of Soarin’s pile.
“Call.” Soarin muttered after a moment’s thought. A moment later Spitfire mirrored him, pushing a small stack of her quickly vanishing pile into the centre.
Rainbow Dash nodded and dealt the flop, revealing a pair of Aces and a six of spades. Soarin seemed to sit up and pay a little more attention. He counted his chips methodically before pushing a reasonable pile into the centre.
“Bet, two thousand.” He stared at her again, almost like he was taunting her to call him.
Rainbow hesitated, it wouldn’t take much for Soarin or Spitfire to have a full house but maybe… just maybe…
“Call.” Spitfire grunted, pushing some of her chips into the centre.
Lightning Streak and Misty Fly muttered lowly to each other, whatever cards the players were holding, they certainly all seemed confident.
“Call.” Rainbow Dash announced, dealing the ‘turn’, a four of spades. She stared down at the card incredulously, her heart beating a little faster in excitement.
“Bet, four thousand.” Soarin said, a flicker of a smile appearing on his face.
“Call.” Spitfire growled, swirling what was left of the strong spirits in her cup before chugging it down.
Rainbow Dash pondered quietly. What was the chance of drawing the right card? If Twilight were her she’d probably spout off some mathematical odds which Rainbow probably wouldn’t understand or find comforting.
“What the hell...” She muttered, “Call.”
She played the ‘river’ down on the table, an eight of spades. The two remaining Wonderbolts seemed to grow a little at the sight.
“Bet.” Soarin said lowly, pushing five thousand bits worth of chips into the centre.
Spitfire let a small grin escape her. “All in. Raise three thousand” She growled. Her gaze switched over to Rainbow Dash. “You in rookie?’
Dash looked at her cards and then back into the centre of the table. Could it possible either would beat her? She stared for several seconds, the sudden silence of the cellar was absolutely deafening.
“All in.” She announced, pushing all her chips into the centre. “Raise seventeen thousand.”
There was a quiet murmuring around the table.
“Whoa…” Spitfire muttered under her breath.
Soarin smiled thinly and looked down at his cards with a slight grin. He let out a quiet chuckle. “I think I’ll call that.” He said, pushing his chips in. The tension in the cellar tightened and the onlooking Wonderbolts leaned in excitedly.
“Well that’s a pity.” Spitfire drawled, “Cause I don’t think you can beat my full house.” She announced, placing down a pair of eights with a triumphant smirk.
“Well, I think I can.” Soarin said cheekily, placing an ace and a six down. I looked at his captain with a victorious look. “My one is high than yours.”
Spitfire let out a quiet grump and turned to look at Rainbow Dash. “Please beat this arsewipe.”
“With pleasure.” Rainbow Dash purred, flipping her cards to reveal a five and seven of spades, a straight flush.
She grinned as Soarin’s own cocky smile seemed to leap off his face like a rat abandoning a sinking ship and vanished into thin air.
“Well, that was unexpected.” Soarin said, shock laced in his voice.
“Pity it isn’t real money.” Rainbow Dash said with a disarmingly friendly smile.
“I’m glad it isn’t.” Soarin grumbled ruefully. “You were lucky.”
Rainbow laughed. “You’re just a sore loser.”
Soarin poked his tongue out at her and collected up the chips and cards, sorting it back into a tough metal case he’d retrieved from the floor.
“Right, well, I’m beat.” Lightning Streak announced, standing up and walking to the cellar entrance. “I’ll see you all later.”
“Squad training next week.” Spitfire reminded him roughly.
“Yeah, yeah I know. You only remind me every second day Spity.”
Misty fly giggled quietly and followed him out, saying her goodbyes as well.
Spitfire scowled and finished the last dregs of her drink off. “Stupid git.” She muttered under her breath as the door upstairs slammed shut. Her gaze drifted over to Soarin lazily, watching the sky-blue stallion collect the remaining few chips which lay around the table. She watched him closely, noting the occasional sidelong glances he threw at Rainbow Dash and the way he seemed to tense up when he collected a stray chip from in front of her. She switched her scrutinising gaze to Rainbow Dash. The mare seemed to be completely oblivious to Soarin’s nervousness, or if she was, she was very good at hiding it.
‘I can just tell those two are end up rutting on Soarin’s couch, or maybe on that obnoxious carpet of his… maybe he’ll throw it out afterwards if he’s got any sense.’ She thought sourly, silently wishing Soarin would keep his damn dick out the tailpipes of mares she wanted on the team. Things usually got a little messy when a romantic relationship formed between team members, her last experience was testament to that. Then again…. She thought to Wave Chill and Surprise, their relationship was disguised so poorly it almost made Spitfire cringe when they vehemently denied it. Still, they seemed fairly happy and their performance on the team hadn’t waned by any noticeable amount. Grudgingly, she decided to let Soarin do what he wanted and not intervene. She might regret it later but for now it would amusing to see what the two hotheads would do together.
“Alright you hotheads, I’m knackered and unlike you Soarin, I have to actually do some serious work on the off season.
“Hey, I work.” Soarin protested.
“Playing with your dick and relaxing in high-end bars does not count as work.” Spitfire snarked, taking one of the vintage bottles off the table and deciding it would be wasted on the palates of the two ponies she presently shared company with. “Good night.” She said gruffly, marching out of the dim wine cellar and leaving Soarin and Rainbow Dash alone.
“Whatever.” Soarin grumbled to himself.
Rainbow Dash stifled a laugh, it was odd to see the Wonderbolts so at ease with other; normally they were very professional, not even talking about their lives outside of the flight team.
“What are you laughing at?’ Soarin asked defensively.
“I’ve never seen you guys like this! You’re so much more down to earth than I ever imagined.” Rainbow Dash explained.
“Yeah I suppose.” Soarin admitted, throwing himself back into his chair and throwing the slightly dinged poker case into a brown saddlebag in the corner of the cellar. “Now what?”
“You don’t mind… if I hang around do you?” Rainbow Dash asked nervously. Although it was nearly midnight she was in no way ready to head home. She’d had enough to drink that flying all the way back to Ponyville would probably be a little hazardous anyway.
Soarin looked her as if she was pulling his leg. Satisfied she was being genuine he shook his head. “Sounds great.” He stared up at the floorboards above them, wondering they’d do now. Maybe they could find a bar somewhere where they could talk into the early hours of the morning. He glanced at Rainbow Dash quickly, noting she’d already had a fair bit to drink and quickly dismissed the idea.
“How about we head back to my place?” Soarin asked. “We can chill out for a bit and when you sober up you can head home.”
“Sounds good.” Rainbow said, fully aware of the timid glances Soarin had given her all night when he wasn't staring her down during the middle of a round and wondered if it had something to do with his remarkably casual invitation. Maybe, just maybe she could get lucky again… and she wasn’t thinking about poker this time.
Quietly, They snuck out of the cellar and Soarin led the way through the crevices and holes in the tiered levels of the cloud city. After a few minutes of leisurely flight, occasionally punctuated by a sudden burst of speed as one of the tipsy pegasi foolishly dared the other to do something stupid, Soarin landed softly on his front porch and showed Rainbow Dash inside his surprisingly quaint house. It was larger than her own dwelling but not anything like the full blown mansions most celebrities lived in.
“Make yourself comfortable.” Soarin said, gesturing to a spacious living room just inside the front door. An ugly rug covered the floor and a pair of comfy looking chairs were pushed up against the wall. In the middle of the room sat a small coffee table where Soarin roughly deposited his saddle bags with a heavy thump.
Rainbow Dash forced down a squeal of excitement. Although drunk, it was a wild dream of hers to be in a Wonderbolt’s home. She looked over the many trophies and medals that hung from the walls with a sense of awe. She trotted around the room, surprised to find an old picture frame filled with a picture she immediately recognised one from the royal wedding some time ago. She and Soarin were dancing, an excited grin plastered on her face as she looked up at her idol. She remembered the media frenzy which had lasted a few days afterwards focused on the impromptu couple but what Soarin was doing with it in his living room was completely beyond her.
“Hey, Dash, you want a dr-.” Soarin asked, walking back from the kitchen with a large jug of water and a few cups balanced on his back. He trailed off as he noticed her staring at the picture.
“That was a good night.” He said, wishing he’d hid the picture away before she’d seen it. He worried she’d think he was some sort of creep.
“Yeah, I was pretty good.” Rainbow Dash agreed, taking a glass of water and flopping down on the floor. A few moments later, Soarin joined her, a small grin growing on his face. They lay there for several minutes, content with each other’s company before Soarin propped himself up. “Want to play a game?”
Rainbow Dash blinked, what exactly did he have in mind? “Yeah, sure.”
“Games are just over there, pick something out you’d like… I’m not fussed” He said, trying hard to not stare at her.
Rainbow Dash rooted through the drawer carefully. What she picked would probably influence how the rest of the evening went. Monopoly? No, that would just end in tears and she’d already taken enough of Soarin’s money for one night. Risk? Nah, she wanted to make love, not war. She rooted deeper, intentionally giving Soarin a good view of her as she searched through the large drawer. A-ha! Twister! That would do nicely and be even more hilarious considering how poor their co-ordination currently was.
“Twister?” Soarin asked sceptically as she threw it down on the floor next to him.
“Yeah why not? It’ll be good fun.” Rainbow Dash said. “I’ll warn you though, I’m pretty good.” She smirked, good was an understatement. She was flexible enough to pull off almost any move and more importantly, she was very good at getting the spinner to land exactly where she wanted it to.
“You’re also drunk.” Soarin reminded her, setting the mat out and taking the first spin. A few spins later and the duo were thoroughly entangled, their bodies rubbing up against each other in an intimate fashion and their sweat mingling together in a way Rainbow Dash found invigorating. Soarin was clearly enjoying himself, laughing and stumbling, but never quite falling down as they moved and twisted their bodies together.
“Back left hoof, red.” Soarin said, reading the small dial Rainbow Dash had spun.
“No problem!” Rainbow Dash said cockily, shifting her weight around so she could shift her back hoof over to the red dot. Her back rubbed against Soarin’s chest and it took all her self-control for her wings to not just snap open then and there. She shifted her flank over slightly and cheered as her hoof fell into place. Soarin chuckled and looked down at the mare underneath him. She was facing away from him and behind her slightly spread legs Soarin could see a sliver of her delightfully pink pussy. He reluctantly tore his gaze away and spun the dial.
“Front right hoof, yellow.” He announced, realising with a thrill of dread that the move would probably take his muzzle into contact with her tail. He moved carefully, his legs starting to shake as Rainbow widened her stance slightly and giving him a better view of her tunnel. She was teasing him now, he could tell it. He groaned quietly, it took all his self-control to not just plunge his tongue into her gaping pussy and eat her out. The smell of raw sex mixed with rainbows washed over him and he knew his tortured composure wouldn’t last long. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it… Soarin had to admit she it had all been rather clever.
Distracted, his hoof slipped and he came crashing down on top of the mare in a drunken heap. His crotch ground up against her back and he barely managed to keep his slightly twitching member restrained in its sheath.
“Haha, I win again!” Rainbow jeered, wriggling out from under him and sitting down next to Soarin’s head.
Soarin wanted to complain, she’d cheated but he didn’t want to point that out. Not at the risk of being called a pervert when she could of just been clumsy. He shook his clear of the fog, no… she was enticing him, he was sure of it.
“I think we should play a different game.” Soarin muttered, sitting down with an annoyed huff.
“Yeah, I know a pretty good co-op game we could play.” Rainbow Dash breathed, hoping she had read the not-so-subtle signs Soarin had been giving off all night… if she hadn’t she was probably about to make one of the biggest mistakes of her life.  Without waiting for Soarin to respond she leaned forward and tenderly kissed Soarin, pleased to note the stallion happily accepted the affectionate gesture without complaint. Spurred on, she pushed a little harder, driving Soarin’s back into the carpet below them. She felt his tongue push up against her lips gently and after a moment she allowed the probing action a little deeper into her mouth. There was a tentative moment as their tongues pushed up against each other but it was quickly washed away as the pair were carried away by the mix of alcohol and newly found passion.  She could feel his excitement build as the kiss intensified and his member quickly emerged from its sheath, rubbing gently across her chest and electing small groans of pleasure from the stallion.
“Are we really doing this?” She moaned, feeling a probing touch from one of his hooves in her nether regions. While this is what she’d been aiming for, she couldn’t quite believe it was actually happening
“Unless you don’t want to…” Soarin breathed, retracting his hoof from the mare’s tail hesitantly.
“Like hell I don’t.” She growled, pushing herself against him again hotly. She let out an adorable squeal of delight as his hoof started massaging at her entrance. It wasn’t much but within moments she was completely at his mercy, splayed out across his chest, writhing and squirming at his very touch, his hefty member pushing up gently against her chest. Soarin played with the soft flesh, moulding and moving it to the mare’s lusty groans of pleasure. She arched back involuntarily, allowing Soarin’s member to rise slightly. She stared at his almost liquorice black cock for a moment before giving it a hesitant lick. Soarin quivered slightly beneath her and let out a quiet moan of delight. Spurred on, Rainbow Dash gave it another long lick, savouring the slightly salty taste around the tip. Teasingly, she ran her tongue around the rim slowly, delighting in the quiet moan Soarin let escape his lips.
“No teasing.” Soarin said huskily, rising up from the floor on his powerful wings and flipping them over so he was now on top. He stared down at her, leaning in for another passionate kiss. After a moment he broke the contact and trailed soft kisses down her neck and body until he finally reached her damp slit.
“This is how you do it.” He said, spreading her legs slightly to allow better access to her pussy. Rainbow Dash quivered in excitement for a moment before Soarin plunged his tongue deep into her folds.
“NNGgaaaaaa!” Rainbow Dash lost all sense of composure as a bolt of lightning shot up her spine. Lost in a sea of pleasure she was powerless to resist as Soarin expertly darted in and around inside her, his soft tongue almost caressing the velvety inner walls of her tunnel.
Her wings flapped limply in time with Soarin’s dancing tongue and she thrust her hips upwards, desperate to get the stallion In as far as she could. Soarin’s furious assault didn’t relent and before long his muzzle was slick with her juices. Dash could barely think straight as the waves of pleasure rocked up and down her body.
Sensing his partner’s peak was near, Soarin swirled his tongue around her clit, eliciting another loud moan of delight from the lithe flier. The fire within his lions growled, eager to be sated but he pushed the feeling down, there’d be time to satisfy his own urges later.
Another spasm rocked Rainbow Dash’s body as the burning sensation in her nether regions lashed out, coating Soarin’s muzzle in a fresh wave of her marehood’s juices. A wave of pressure seemed to explode out of her body and for a brief moment all that seemed to matter in the world was that small nub and Soarin’s tongue which still danced gentle rings around it.
Panting heavily, she fell to the floor, involuntary pants and moans escaping her lips as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed out of her system.
“Pretty good huh?” Soarin jeered, wiping Rainbow’s pungent juices off his face with a hoof.
“That… was amazing.” Rainbow stammered
“Did my best, you can only make a first impression once.” Soarin said, flopping down on the floor next to her with a satisfied smile. His rod still stood at rigid attention, a black pillar against the white walls of his cloudhome.
“Mind if I get that for you?” Rainbow asked, shifting slightly so she was draped across the stallion’s toned body. She placed her fore hooves along his rod and stroked it gingerly, making Soarin groan quietly in delight.  Pushing herself a little closer she swirled her tongue to tip of his member before quickly tracing it up and down the length of the shaft.
“What did I tell you about teasing?” Soarin reminded her, wincing as she gave his cock a wide lick.
Rainbow obliged, opening her mouth and slowly sliding her lips across the top of his rod, making his rock-hard member quiver with delight. She danced her tongue around the top of the stallions cock mercilessly, sending torrents of pleasure down through Soarin’s lions. He let out a long moan as her assault continued remorselessly, almost like she was punishing him. She paused her attack and relaxed her throat, plunging her head down the length of Soarin’s shaft slowly until her muzzle pressed against his groin.
Soarin let out a gasp, the slick warmth of Rainbow’s mouth was like heaven and he had to restrain himself as she started slowly working up and down the length of his rod. She retreated relentlessly up his gently throbbing shaft until just his tip remained in her mouth. She stared lustily into Soarin’s eyes for a moment, the calm before the storm, before plunging her head back down again quickly. She continued the cycle, bobbing her head faster and faster, driven on by the horny grunts and groans that escaped Soarin’s mouth. The pleasure Soarin was feeling was indescribable. He watched her with heavy breath as her head descended into his lap with an entrancing rhythm.
It didn’t take long before the pressure in his lions snarled and built up, begging for release. His cock throbbed and pulsed, informing Rainbow he was teetering on the brink of his endurance. Her pace increased further and she reached forward, massaging Soarin’s balls gently with a hoof. With a loud, drawn out moan, Soarin broke. Without hesitation, Rainbow pressed her mouth against his cock harder, accepting the stream of cum that spat out of his member and ran down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down a few more times, milking every drop she could from Soarin’s still throbbing member.
“Still raring for more?” She asked huskily, tapping his still rigid member with a hint of satisfaction. She had to admit, the stallion’s endurance was phenomenal.
Soarin nodded eagerly and Rainbow Dash clambered to her hooves, not allowing Soarin a chance to squirm away and take over. A trickle of fluid ran down the inside of her thigh from her excited pussy and pattered softly against Soarin’s coat. She shifted her slick slit over his cock and lowered herself so the tip of his member brushed up against her entrance and let out a quiet moan of pleasure as the tip of cock poked her now dripping pussy and sent a wave of pleasure up through her body. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, groaning with delight as her slick folds parted for his member. She slid down, savouring every inch of his cock as it sank deeper and deeper into her throbbing pussy. She kept going until finally her pelvis connected with Soarin’s groin.
Soarin growled loudly, he could feel her heat all down the length of his member as she slowly slid over him. The warmth and slickness of her marehood clung to his pulsing cock, driving him mad with pleasure as the mare sat herself on him.
Delicately, Rainbow pushed herself upright off Soarin’s muscled chest, letting out an involuntary moan as the change in position shifted his cock inside her. Using her wings to aid her, she started riding up and down his slick member. She started slowly, delicately, savouring every motion of the stallion’s member thrust deep inside her. She reached his tip and thrust herself back down with a loud moan of ecstasy.
Soarin’s mouth lolled open, his mind devoid of thought as the slick ridges and valleys of Rainbow’s pussy clamped down against his cock. His groans of pleasure intensified as she starting riding him faster and gradually the wet slapping sound of her flank slapping against his groin sounded around the room as she fucked him faster. He started thrusting upwards, increasing the pleasure that coursed through his rod as he slid inside her over and over again.
Rainbow moaned loudly as he joined in, each thrust faster and more powerful than the last. The pressure in her nethers started building and she knew she wouldn’t last long against the renewed assault. Her pussy tightened involuntarily around his cock, making the rainbow maned mare spasm with pleasure each time he thrust inside her. The waves of pleasure she’d felt before turned in a full blown storm as their frenzied love-making escalated.
Soarin grinned, grasping Dash’s body as she reached the crest of his member and held her in the air fro a moment. With a deft movement he slammed her back down on him and pushed her down onto her back. She squealed with delight as he pressed down on her and resumed his frenzied thrusting. She bucked wildly as Soarin craned his head down and nibbled the tip of her ear, the hurried thrusts of his hips not slowing his he drew himself around her in an intimate hug. He forced his cock further into her folds, making her moans of bliss deepen. The pressure in his groin was starting to build quickly now but he was determined to outlast her. With a grunt he spun her around and pressed her chest into the carpet. Without breaking pace her resumed his thrusting, sabouring the cute cry of surprise and delight Rainbow Dash made. An animalistic urge took over as he rutted her into the ground, each thrust eliciting a scream of pure joy from the mare beneath him. It felt amazing, the tightness of her pussy clenched around his member was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
With a long cry of ecstasy, Rainbow Dash reached her climax. She squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm rocked through her, setting every nerve alight with pleasure. Her marehood clenched around Soarin’s member, spilling her juices over his member and into the carpet below. Her orgasm died slowly and she relished the sudden increase of force Soarin put into his already impressive thrusts. His balls slapped wetly against her flank and he thrust himself deep inside her impossibly tight pussy once more before the fire in his lions broke and spat a steady stream of his seed inside her. Panting and dripping with sweat, Soarin slowly removed himself from her and collapsed to the floor.
Rainbow stumbled forward drunkenly, suddenly feeling empty and hollow without Soarin’s cock rammed inside her.
Both ponies lay still for a few minutes, panting heavily as they tried to cool off.
“That… was… the best thing… I have ever felt in my life.” Rainbow panted, hauling herself over to Soarin and nuzzling herself up against him fondly. She brought his head down and rewarded him with another long, passionate kiss.
“We have got to do this more often.” Soarin said, finally breaking the contact.
“What? Making out or having fiery, passionate sex?’
“Both.” Soarin said with a cheeky grin. He pulled Rainbow Dash close again and buried his head in her spicy smelling mane. He enjoyed the nose-tingling smell for several moments, simply content with her company.
“You should probably clean that up.” Rainbow dash said wryly, looking down at the damp carpet. A mixture of their bodily fluids had run together, giving it an entirely repugnant smell that even a Diamond Dog would be driven off by.  
“Eh, I’ll chuck it out… it’s a piece of shit anyway.” Soarin said carelessly. He tightened his embrace around the warm mare slightly and hummed quietly to himself. “I really like you.” He said speaking the thought that hung in his mind. He winced suddenly, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“What do you mean?” She asked cautiously.
Soarin flushed slightly. His inner mind found it slightly amusing that he was having trouble admitting his feelings for a mare he’d just made love to. Perhaps his apprehension came from the last time he’d done it…
“Soarin?” Rainbow asked again, breaking the stallion out of his thoughts.
“I really like you.” Soarin stammered awkwardly. “You know, the ‘I want to spend more time with you and get to know you better’ kind of like.” He murmured, slightly embarrassed.
“Soarin, are you trying to ask me out?” Rainbow asked with an amused grin.
His jaw flapped open and shut a few times. “Yes. I’ve had this stupid crush on you ever since you saved my life. It was so frustrating not having the courage to talk to you properly until now.” He confessed.
Rainbow smirked. “Wow, look at you. Can’t even ask a mare out. I thought you were fearless.”
“I occasionally have commitment issues.” Soarin admitted sheepishly.
“Well I’m sure we can work that out of you.” She said with a quiet chuckle.
“So is that a yes?” Soarin asked, a goofy grin appearing on his face.
“I’m up for breakfast tomorrow, don’t suppose your bed is free tonight?” She asked hotly.
Soarin winked and kissed her again. “I suppose I can make room.”