Rainbow Dash has been so utterly alone for so long...
Alone is the definition of Dash's existence. During the day she spends time with friends but when she returns home each night she is reminded just how quiet her house is.
She wishes so badly for a change.
Anthro, Humanized
Image used without permission, upon request by d-Tomoyo it will be removed. It was found in a simple google search.
Exciting News:
A good friend of mine is in the business of making films. I wish I had links to some of his work but sadly I don't at present moment. He is actually quite talented and is in film production at Pellissippi state right now.
After reading this story he wants me to write a narrative for him that he's been meaning to make recently, he just lacks the writing skill to do it.
In return he will turn this fanfiction, Lost now Found, into a full filmed production! (except for the saucy parts as he's not really in the business of directing porn, they will be insinuated and acted out as best as we can without actually showing anything)
Leave comments about what you think about this if you don't mind.
Alone. All I've ever been and known before. Never have I had the caress of another.
It grows late in the day of my youth night is upon me yet Love in puppies eyes was never mine
Never once had I been considered I stand out Alone and afraid
I've had my feelings for those who do not see what I see clearly it stays behind the mist of my own hopes
I long for the Feeling Warmth the Embrace of another to know that I am not Alone
So desperate I am for this Feeling so fleeting and painful to achieve
Frustration as I was never Considered not once by any who might have given me the Feeling that I so long for
I feel Incomplete Unneeded Forgotten Useless a terrible longing in my chest
My heart speaks out in need of comfort that I cannot give to it myself
I feel Alone.
Rainbow Dash sat at her desk as she scribbled the lines carefully. She poured her heart and soul into the poem, not leaving one bit of her feeling out of it. She thought of her writing like a bottle, a container that could wrap up her emotion and let her toss it away. She sighed as she folded up the paper and stacked it in a drawer with countless other pages of work that would never be seen or realized by others. She was tired and her eyes sat heavily only half open to the world around her. It was a few hours after sundown, and the moon had only risen a few inches off the horizon. She got up from her desk and walked over to her bed sitting down on it and checking the time.
"Only 11:20, I still have some time." she said aloud to herself. Living alone made her do this out of habit. Without the sound of her own voice, her house would remain utterly silent except for the occasional snort from her turtle. She strapped on her boots, threw on her coat and grabbed her shoulder bag. She guzzled an energy drink and popped a few speed pills before she raced out her door. She kept running to the end of her misty walkway and then took a swan dive over the edge.
She closed her eyes as she fell, the feeling of the wind whipping through her hair was always exhilarating and never ceased to leave her in a happy mood. She accelerated her free fall and plummeted faster and faster towards the blue-green marble below. At around five hundred feet she snapped her wings open and curved her fall to be in parallel with the earth. She opened her eyes as she landed and ran a few steps as she touched down. She assumed a casual walk as she made her way to a building a few blocks down that vibrated occasionally with bass hits, drops, and wobbles.
"Fuck Yea! Toss me another" Dash screamed above the pulsating Dubstep and insane crowd. A small circle had formed around dash as she stood on top of the bar showing off her drinking skills. A new brewery had opened recently, and was offering some incredibly strong whiskey that was claimed to be 120 proof. A person at the bar tossed her another bottle and the crowd around her cheered her on as she popped the cap off and unsteadily chugged the bottle.
Dash's insides were liquid fire but she continued anyway. She was basking in the attention and was never one to upset a crowd. She tried to keep as steady as possible as she tossed her head up to drain her sixth bottle but suddenly she found the only puddle on the counter and slipped off of it, falling onto the chairs beside it and nearly taking out a passed out man at the bar.
"shit" she muttered to herself as she felt her ribs sear in pain. She was drunk and knew that it was going to hurt a lot more on the morrow. The crowd was concerned at first but began to laugh as Dash tried to make her way back to her feet. She grabbed her side with one hand and used the hand with the bottle to pull herself up to the counter. She grimaced but then smiled for the crowd and, leaning on the counter for support, finished the bottle of whiskey.
The crowd threw a few woots but quickly dispersed as Dash failed to fully recover from her faux pas. As they left, the grimace returned to her face and she pulled herself onto a chair so she could sit down. Dash felt as if there was someone still watching her but when she looked around the feeling vanished. The man at the bar was slowly recreating the great lakes with his drool, so Dash scooted over a seat to avoid him. She put her head down on the bar and let it throb for a few moments before she pulled herself back up and, with a little less jubilant expression then she'd had before, asked the bar tender for a shot glass and a bottle.
She leaned her head on one hand and drank with the other, thinking about all the other nights she'd spent like this. Being drunk at a club was no where near as fun as it had once seemed. She drank a few more glasses before her boredom overcame her. She pulled a few bits out of her pocket and left them on the counter as she got up with the bottle and headed into the crowd of people.
She cheered and bounced one hundred and forty times a minute with the music and, when it dropped she began to dance in a fluid yet mechanic movement. Her arms rolled with the snares and came to rest in odd positions, and she lifted a foot and advanced it with a wobble. Her hips held back until a bass drum was hit at which point she pushed onto the advanced foot and fell towards the floor. She was incredible, she'd had enough practice to actually be able to dance correctly to the electronic explosions around her. The crowd took notice and formed a circle around her while a few on the edges began to mimic her.
As she danced a person entered beside her and tried his style of dancing....if it could be called that. The gentleman was quickly removed by the crowd as Dash incorporated a flying backflip into her progression. The DJ took notice and looped the drop at intervals that coincided with Dash's movements.
Dash kept on dancing, bottle in hand as the crowd cheered her on. She always knew how to be the center of attention and she craved it. She began to sweat as she continued but kept pushing to keep the crowd going. Finally, the DJ noticed her fatigue and ended the song to show some mercy on the rainbow haired chick. Dash was breathing heavily and she walked towards the edge of the crowd to catch her breath and take another swig of her bottle. As she left the crowd she felt the same feeling of being watched, but dismissed it after scrutinizing some more.
It was never enough, being here and begging for attention. She did it out of a hole that she felt, but to this day she had not been able to fill it. Dash leaned against a wall and took a deep swig only to nearly choke as a bouncy voice sounded in front of her.
"Hey you! I didn't see you come in, I just noticed you being an adorable little attention whore over there" said the pink colored girl in front of her gesturing back towards the crowd. "I thought I'd come over and say hi and make sure you didn't give yourself alcohol poisoning." She took the bottle from Dash and guzzled some herself. She laughed a bit at Dash's confused look. Pinkie was never this judgmental. "I'm just kidding," she said as she handed back the bottle, "I needed an excuse to have an escape from the asshole in red over there" she pointed to a guy wearing a red polo who was dancing dangerously close to another woman.
"He's definitely a keeper." Dash said as she went in for another swig. "what happened to the guy last week?" she asked inquisitively. It wasn't odd for Pinkie to change who she was dating on a regular basis but the last guy seemed to have only lasted a single week.
"I sent him home early from our little adventure at my place." Pinkie said with an annoyed look on her face. "He wasn't exactly up to par."
Dash chuckled a bit and went back to her drink. She had wished she hadn't asked about the subject because it left her fuming. She didn't understand how a person could leave someone else just over being displeased in bed the first go around. Dash had never had a real date and she would kill for one night alone with almost anyone.
Pinkie's sixth sense noticed that the conversation had gone sour. "Well, I'm headed back to my date. I feel a bitch slap coming on. I guess I'll see you around" she said with a small wave. She turned around and skipped back into the crowd in her bubbly way and once she made it back to her date, she reeled back like a pitcher and slugged the guy so hard he fell on the floor.
Dash checked her watch and confirmed that it was time to head out. She had work tomorrow and couldn't be late for the early morning misting the town was supposed to get.
She headed out of the bar feeling a strange presence seem to get up and follow her. As she started to walk back towards her house someone suddenly grabbed her from behind. She had practiced for this situation and whoever grabbed her was about to find that out. She turned herself out of the person's grasp and grabbed the offending arm. She twisted the arm and pulled it up to wrap around the offender's back and she reached for the knife in her bag.
"Holy mother of Celestia. Dash quit!" the familiar voice of Soarin came out from the panicked guy in front of her as he raised his other hand to show he meant her no harm. She let him go and took a step back, embarrassed now that she realized who it was.
"Shit, sorry Soarin. You ok?" Dash asked in an apologetic tone. Soarin rubbed his wrist a bit and let it go as he turned to face Dash.
"I'm fine, but wow. Even drunk you don't forget your training." Soarin said. She took training from some martial arts instructors at the academy and he had apparently taken notice. Dash blushed a little and opened her mouth to reply but was cut short by Soarin. "At least you remember better than I do, hey, I was just thinking...I'm headed home and I noticed you didn't seem to be with anyone tonight. You wanna come with?" He asked this hurriedly as if he was a little nervous. Dash couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never been asked on a date before let alone back to a guys house. The fact that she had crushed on Soarin countless times before didn't help her numbed mouth. Soarin looked at her expectantly and after she didn't answer for a moment he started to look more and more nervous.
"Yea sure. Sounds great!" Dash managed to get her mouth to produce these words by some mystical force from within her. Soarin smiled and let out his arm to put over her shoulders as they walked. Soarin seemed to be glowing from how easily he'd gotten Dash to go home with him, but she didn't care. She was still a virgin for Luna's sake. She was just happy that someone had finally considered her as date-worthy material, or something of the like.
Dash leaned into Soarin as they headed for his place, content and happy for a change.
Soarin kissed Dash deeply as they sat on the couch in his apartment. She returned all of her pent up passion back to him, renewing the kiss rapidly to allow every angle possible to be explored. She felt his hands begin to search around her body, slowly rubbing here and there as he made his way up her sides and to her chest. She had never done this before so she let him control the action as she let herself go to him.
"I've never done this before" Soarin said as he broke the kiss. Dash was surprised by this but tried not to show it. She had always assumed that Soarin had plenty of hot sex because of how incredibly good looking he was. As he said this his hands found their targets and began to massage slowly, gaining speed as they resumed their kiss. Tentatively, Dash poked her tongue through the gap in their mouths, and Soarin pushed harder into the kiss in response. She explored his mouth with her tongue and they fell backwards so that he was laying on top of her on the cushions. Dash wrapped her arms around his neck and continued her oral adventure while Soarin began to work her jacket out of the way. Dash helped him take her jacket off and she flung it across the room without breaking the kiss. Soarin took the oppurtunity to pull his shirt off breaking the kiss only for a moment to pull the fabric over his head.
He then fell onto her deepening his kiss even further and pressing hard when he massaged her plump breasts. He grinded against her and she could feel a hard bump in his pants. She shivered as he grinded over her vagina and she felt herself becoming exceedingly wet.
Suddenly, Soarin broke their bond and sat up while grabbing the bottom of her shirt and beginning to work it upwards. Dash hurried him along as she raced back into the action, craving just the feel of his package against her lower lips. Her shirt off, Soarin dove back into the kiss while dash undid the connection on her bra strap. Soarin accelerated his grinding and massaging, pulling the bra off when it was loose. Dash's wings went entirely stiff.
This was his first impression, she prayed to Celestia that she lived up to whatever wild dreams he had. He looked down and stared for a moment, his mouth hanging slightly open. Dash panicked for a moment thinking that he was disapproving, but as she watched his wings slowly perked up and he suddenly moved his head downward and began to suckled one of her tits while he fondled the other. Dash arched her back and let out a moan of ecstasy at the action which caused Soarin to suckle harder. He pulled his mouth off for a moment to lick the nipple and then dove back onto it, using his tongue to send shockwaves like earthquakes through Dash's body. She looked upward as she arched her back again letting out another moan of pleasure. She looked down at Soarin who was working diligently at her breasts. Dash wore a look of joyful pleasure on her face as she pulled his chin up to look at her. She gently nudged him towards her face and bent down to meet him in another kiss. He began to grind on her again as she rubbed her hands down his chest. She stopped for a moment and let out a small sound as she felt him rub against her now soaked pussy and then continued to move her hands towards his pants. She grabbed his package and fondled it as best she could while they continued to kiss and Soarin fondled her breasts.
Soarin let go for a moment and slid his pants down to his knees, giving Dash only one layer to deal with and then he continued to grasp her breasts. Dash ran her hand up and down the outline of Soarin's penis as she judged its size. She worried for a moment as she explored that it wouldn't fit but dismissed the thought as they continued to grope each other. Soarin pulled her pants down in one motion while keeping the other hand focused on a breast. Now with only two layers of thin cloth between them, Dash felt his penis slide up and down the line of her vagina, causing the outside of his underwear to become wet with the juices of her excitement. She practically screamed into the kiss at this and clutched Soarins sides as her back arched involuntarily again.
Dash was in a place that she had never been and that she never wanted to leave from, but....something nagged at the back of her mind. She aided Soarin's grinding as she felt the tug in her brain grow stronger. She screamed out in pleasure more as he dug so deeply with his grinding that her lips parted a bit, letting more fluids spill out from the sides of her panties and onto the couch below. Suddenly, the kiss was broken. Soarin looked into her eyes and she into his, and Dash stopped. Her expression changed to one of confusion as her mind finally came forward with it's information.
She realized suddenly that, to her dismay, the spot in her heart that she had been so ready to fill, so ready to be rid of, was still there. She felt more alone than ever even while she lay in Soarin's arms. Soarin saw her look and got up. He then donned a look of confusion too, but for entirely different reasons. Dash was almost in a trance as she realized that no amount of sex would fix her problem. She sat up and looked at Soarin. He looked expectant for an explanation but Dash didn't have one.
They sat there in awkward silence for a moment, before Dash finally said "I don't want this." She didn't even know that she had formed the words and was surprised at how well her brain was responding after the copious amounts of alcohol she'd used to shut it up. She got up and began to collect her clothes and put them back on while a dumbfounded Soarin sat watching her on the couch.
"What did I do?" he asked in bewilderment. He thought they had been having a wonderful time until she suddenly stopped.
"Nothing...I just...need something different. I'm not really sure..." She said this as she put her shoulder bag back on. She rushed to the door and stopped at it. She turned around to face Soarin and apologize. But when she saw the look of dismay on his face she started to cry and ran out the door to hide it. She ran to the edge of the street and jumped upward and opened her wings and flew.
She flapped her wings as hard as she could as she sped back towards her mansion in the sky. She cried all the way up to her front door which she slammed open and didn't bother to close. She ran to her bed, jumped into it, and screamed into a pillow. She promised herself that she would never let her desperation take over again.
Dash cried into her pillows while she kept repeating her promise. In the back of her mind she cursed herself for leaving. She could still feel the warmth of his body near hers, their embrace passionate and intimate. She wished she had stayed, but at the same time knew that it would have only made her situation worse. Her tears slowed and eventually stopped as she continued to lay with her face in her pillow.
Slowly, she sat up. Her expression was soft and dull and for a few minutes she simply stared at her floor. She needed a connection so insanely that she felt she would go to any cost to get it. She had gone through her life believing that she was fine, that she could handle the complete and horrid feeling of coming home to an uninterrupted, still, quiet. The burden weighed on her every day, causing her incredible stress.
Dash closed her eyes for a moment more, revisiting the feeling of Soarin on top of her, mere millimeters away from penetrating her tight snatch. She sighed as a heat wave rushed through her body. She wanted to think about it, but hated herself for doing so, creating yet another conflict within herself. She laid back on the bed and submitted to the thoughts, giving in to the temptation of pondering what might've been.
She could see Soarin, the passion in his eyes as he leaned back down to kiss her again. She gave another sigh at the thought of him caressing her breasts, and slowly she spread her legs and began to rub herself through her pants. Her mouth fell open a little and she breathed deeply as she methodically massaged her vagina. She was horny beyond belief as she imagined Soarin pulling down her pants, admiring every bit of her as he did. Her wings began to spread on the bed beneath her as she recreated the image in her head, pulling her pants down softly, exposing her still damp panties that clung to her lips. She ran her finger down the line of her pussy, grabbing the bed with her other hand and feeling her wings overextend a bit. She moaned in pleasure and continued the motion up and down, slightly opening her lips every once in a while, feeling her finger sit between the very edges of her folds. Fluids began to flow out of her vagina again as she let out short moans every time her finger neared her clit. She basked in the pleasure she gave herself, trying to imagine exactly what would happen next. Her mind ran wild with lust and hurried her forward in her task.
Soarin pulled her panties down until they were completely clear of her snatch, pausing only for a moment to behold her bare vagina as it oozed more warm juices down onto the bed below. He guided his penis into her slowly and deliberately, sighing as he did.
Dash screamed as she felt her fingers slide inside her causing wave upon wave of unimaginable pleasure. She grabbed a breast with her other hand and squeezed it tightly, doing all she could through her bra and shirt. She rolled over onto her side as she pulled her saturated fingers to the edge of her vagina and slid them back into it with more speed and force.
"Fucaaah" she moaned as she rolled again to rest on her belly. She raised her bare ass in the air to make room for her fingers to maneuver as she pumped them in and out, coaxing a waterfall to run down her leg and create a wet spot on her bed. She hungered for her climax and she could feel her pussy tighten around her fingers with every push. She spread her legs more to accommodate a faster speed and she dug into her breast. Finding her attempt at her boob failing, she tore her shirt down and pulled aside her bra and played with the bare nipple. Her eyes had remained closed the entire time as she Imagined Soarin piledriving her from behind. She let out another wail of pleasure as she felt her vagina tighten so much that she almost couldn't pull her fingers out. She rocked forward and backward as she increased her force, building her climax up into sky scraping heights. She could feel every reentry of her fingers pushing insane pleasure waves through her body, each one stronger than the last.
Suddenly, she wailed and whipped her head back opening her eyes as her fingers doubled their speed. Cream squirted out of her vagina with force as she came, wetting everything under her pussy. The pure and incredible pleasure of the orgasm rocked her entire existence. She rode the feeling as long as possible until it began to ebb. The bed beneath her snatch was soaked to the mattress with her juices when she finally slowed her fingers and pulled them out of her vagina. She fell onto her side and breathed heavily into her pillow. Her roller coaster ride of ecstasy was still throwing its last few hills at her while she tried to calm her breathing. Her vagina quivered after the event and it still spilled liquids as she lay on her bed still naked. She closed her eyes to try to catch another glimpse of Soarin but found only darkness.
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Dash opened her eyes in dismay of not finding Soarin there. Light sifted through her curtained windows and fell onto her bed. Dash looked at it strangely because not but a moment ago it had been night. She stretched and seethed in pain at a terrible headache. She looked back outside to find the glare of the sun high in her curtains.
Reality donned on her like a brick to the face.
Dash tore off the rest of her few remaining clothes and ran for her shower. She did her best to shower quickly, but had to spend some time getting the dried cream off of her legs and snatch. As soon as she finished, she Ran out of her shower and toweled off as she reentered her room. She glanced over at the clock. Her mouth fell open.
The clock gave her the bad news that it was 10:22 and she was three and a half hours late for the early morning mist.
She stopped for a second to think if she had anyone who might've covered her shift, but she didn't think it was likely.
"Only one way to find out" She said to herself. She ran to the door to check what the weather looked like but stopped short. The door was shut.
Dash knew that her memory wasn't the best when she was drunk but she was almost certain she had left the door open. Then she spotted something beside her discarded pants on the floor.
An envelope.
Dash's heart sank. She knew she had missed work a few times before, but she didn't ever think she would be fired. She snatched up the letter and was relieved when it failed to have the official letter head of the weather service. For a moment she wondered if the letter bringer had seen her on her bed, which sat directly down the hall from her doorway, but she seemed to remember seeing it open when she woke up. She dismissed the thought and returned to the task at hand.
She dug open the letter and read.
I'm sorry. It's not easy for someone of my disposition to simply let go and give up
I've been company for myself so long I never thought I would ever find one who would let me into their heart
You made me happy, for our short time I thought maybe I might have found the one
I'm sorry I've been company to myself so long My desire took control
Thought was given as clearly as I could afford to you I understand now why you left
I'm sorry I believe I feel the same
I'm running on a whim here hoping I'm right I'm hoping so desperately that possibly you want something of more substance
I'm sorry if I'm wrong I won't ever bother you again Mistakes were made I do pray they are forgiven
When the sun sits upon the top of its arc I will wait in the shade of the oak that centers town
I do pray you will forgive I've dreamt so long of you.
Dash held the letter for a moment, stunned. She hadn't expected this at all. When Soarin had brought her to his house, she had thought that he was just looking to catch some tail but, it would appear he had the same feelings for her that she had for him. She reread the letter carefully, making sure she was understanding it correctly.
The letter rippled in the air as Dash flew at amazing speeds performing all of the stunts she could think of. She rolled and dove and banked around clouds as she flew with an enormous grin on her face. Her heart fluttered with giddiness while she flew, making her put extra gusto into her moves. She couldn't remember ever feeling this happy, and she didn't think that anything could've made her more ecstatic than this.
She banked into a helix dive pushing the letter to her chest and closing her eyes. She was finally going to get a relationship, and it was with her biggest crush of all time.
She approached the ground and landed in the middle of a field. She ran flailing her arms crazily and screaming with joy. After running a couple yards, she finally stopped and plopped down on the grass, breathing heavily from her ordeal. She laid back and admired the clouds as they went by. She thought of how this would change everything, how amazingly fantastic this would be, how she would finally have a pair of arms to crawl into. She let out a deep, happy sigh and kept her silly smile on her face.
She had never considered Soarin one for poetry, but his note was beautiful. It was free verse, much like her own works, and reminded her somewhat of things she might write. She read it once more and then folded it carefully and put it in her pocket. She checked her watch, got up, and ran into lift off eagerly in the direction of town.
Dash approached the boughs of the Library and landed on one, intent on spotting Soarin as he approached. She checked her watch and affirmed that it wasn't quite twelve yet. She started scanning the direction that Soarin would be headed from. Sure enough, she spotted him flying in, his windswept hair even more so now than it was normally.
This was it, she was finally going to fill the gap in her soul. She was going to attain the connection that she sought after every waking moment of her life. She stared at him from above as he landed and headed towards a bench right underneath her.
She dove downward towards her target, hell-bent on making an impression. When she was almost on top of him, she opened her wings to slow herself. Unfortunately for Dash, there was a stray limb near her left wing, which knocked into her and set her falling faster. She didn't have time to stop so she just screamed a short warning at Soarin, who looked up in time to get a facefull of Dash.
She knocked him down and they both lay there for a moment while the dust settled. Dash winced and pushed herself onto her hands. She found herself situated on top of a bewildered and amazed Soarin.
Dash continued her kiss to the point of almost smothering Soarin. He accepted it sensually, returning the same emotion Dash gave him until his brain began to beg for oxygen. He gave a muffled complaint and Dash, realizing his situation, gave him some reprieve.
As they stood up both of them suppressed silly grins while they looked at each other, the situation seeming surreal. They hugged and Dash giggled a little with the absolute joy of what was happening. Her normal cool and don't-give-a-fuck attitude was impossible to keep up with the pure and undeniable glee that she was feeling at that moment. They ended their embrace still holding back the insane smiling as best they could. They gazed at each other in the cheesiest love novel kind of way, and the scene gained more and more attention as they stood there, laying layer after layer of Parmesan onto the situation.
Dash, being more self conscious of her image in the town, realized the attention first. She looked around making sure that no one of importance to her was there and then looked back to Soarin, who had taken notice and tried to look as casual as possible.
"Let's go somewhere" said Dash with a slightly higher pitched and wistful voice than usual. She didn't care if she was repeating the script of every love movie ever made, she was happy and determined to stay that way.
Soarin looked around at the surrounding buildings as he said, "Where to? I'm not really familiar with the places around here except for the clubs and," he paused and looked back at her, " I don't think those types of establishments are open at 12 pm on a Monday." he said with a smirk. Dash smiled a bit and thought to herself. She had always dreamt of this, her first date and how perfect it would be. Unfortunately her dream involved a candle lit dinner at a five star establishment, with a movie and first kiss afterwards. She looked around the small, quaint buildings until something caught her eye.
Dash and Soarin took the first booth available near a window at Sugarcube Corner. It wasn't perfect but Dash thought it would make a perfect spot for them to talk quietly and share the silly smiles, laughs, and kisses they were bound to have. Dash wasn't against pda, she would just rather not show her girly, silly side in public.
"Not bad," said Soarin looking around, "I just hope the food is as good as the decor." He stopped looking around and looked back at her and his repressed grin started to come back to his face. Dash let her own smile show as she responded.
"Well they only serve pastries and the like and maybe some drinks, I thought it would just be a nice place to sit and talk." She looked at him in the eye, losing herself momentarily as she committed to memory this moment. The moment that she was able to look over a table at a pair of eyes that would drown her in love and joy. She sniffed and looked down as a tear came to her eye. She was so used to carrying around the immense burden of loneliness that, now that it was lifted, she was flooded with emotion. She let out a choked laugh as she looked back up to him and noticed tears forming in his eyes. Soarin blinked them away without denying their existence.
"All these years I've been alone you know," he said. "Everyone always assumes that, for some reason, I get a different girl every week, that I have my choice of women as I please" he said this with emotion and force. He looked down for a moment to regain his composure. Neither of them were very interested in a weepy first date and Dash had already dried her tears and was holding it together fairly well. Soarin looked at her happily, and didn't finish his statement.
"What can I get for you today Dashie?" a familiar upbeat voice sounded from Dash's left, she hadn't noticed her friend walk up. Pinkie Pie was beaming at her and winked when they made eye contact. It was clear that she realized what was going on and planned on having a long conversation with Dash later about it.
"How about two rootbeer floats?" Dash asked. She hadn't had such a drink since she was a girl, but she could still remember the sweet vanilla in the savory brown soda. With this Pinkie skipped off in delight after seeing her friend in such high spirits.
Dash and Soarin talked about all manner of things as they sipped at their drinks. Each one was genuinely interested in the other, and they soon found out that they were more alike than they had first imagined.
Soarin had always seen Dash as being uninterested in guys and especially not him. He had a way of beating himself up over these things, talking to himself and remarking on how much of a failure he was to himself. Dash listened as he described this, thinking of her own failure and burdens penned on parchment that sat in her desk drawer. It was odd, finding a guy who seemed to have emotions. She had always heard that this was an impossibility, that having a penis drained all of your feelings into your balls, and they could only be released by a hefty force being applied to the area. But Soarin sounded incredibly legitimate and, when she described how she wrote poems to cope, he perked up and interjected that he had done the same thing, to an extent.
Soarin had a collection of poetry, stories, and drawings that he worked on when he was alone in his house. He admitted, rather sheepishly, that he had even drawn Rainbow Dash several times.
It was incredibly coincidental, the entire situation reeked of irony. Dash was puzzled by this and was a bit cautious until she finally found an inconsistency.
"Last night was supposed to be a one night stand." Soarin said. He looked down a little awkwardly awaiting a response. This wasn't completely surprising to her but something about this tugged her brain away into a corner to work. Something didn't add up. If he had planned on just banging her and leaving, how could he suddenly be so eager for commitment? Her pupils dilated a little as her brain handed her a conclusion. Soarin looked up, spooked from the silence with a worried look on his face.
"I know, that's why I left." she said quickly so as to not reveal what she was thinking. Soarin smiled, relieved at the response and continued on talking about something that Dash didn't hear for the first time that day. She rolled her conclusion over and over in her mind, weighing the possibility that it was true.
She believed that Soarin might be fabricating the situation in order to get what he wanted the night before. He had looked so dazed when she had left though, not angry or determined. He looked as if a bomb had just hit his heart, not his penis. She wanted so badly to believe that this relationship was real, but she would have to find out without letting on what she had realized. Dash thought about it for a moment and came up with a plan.
"What made you change your mind?" she said suddenly, interrupting Soarin in the middle of an explanation about a trip he'd taken to some far off place.
"Excuse me?" he asked her looking a little confused. He had assumed she had been listening so he had to abruptly end his speech and try to process the question.
"What made you want a relationship? Instead of a one night stand?" Dash asked expectantly, phase one of her plan had begun.
Soarin looked at her and realization showed in his eyes. He understood her concern and was determined to prove his feelings.
"When you walked out, I thought I would have felt bad because I didn't get the sex but," he paused and retained eye contact wit her. He showed emotion in what he said, and it didn't sound rehearsed. "I felt like my heart was caving in instead." he stopped after this, taking Dash's hand. "I thought about it, and realized that I wanted someone to lay with in bed at night, to feel their presence beside me and know that when I woke up I would find them still there, still loving, and still committed."
We'll see, thought Dash. All of this sounded as if it came out of some advice column on how to seduce a woman, but Dash had to give him a chance.
They continued to talk avidly into nightfall and they ended up being the last ones at the corner store when Pinkie suddenly slammed the lightswitch down and yelled,
"You don't have to go home but you can't stay here! I told you three hours ago we were closing in five minutes. Now that I've finished rearranging every single damn cupcake in the store I think it's time you two found somewhere else to be!" It was clear that Pinkie had been trying to signal for them to leave for a while, but she wasn't one for ending a happy conversation. Finding herself at her wits end with a need to get back home where she had stashed her man, she had snapped.
If there was one thing that everyone in town knew, it was to not screw with a pissed off Pinkie. You were likely to find the bloody entrails of some small animal stapled to your door the next day.
So with this, they left.
Soarin, being a "gentleman" insisted on walking Dash home, which worried her. Phase two had involved this, but she didn't know what she was going to do if they got to the house and he asked to come in. She wanted this badly. The previous day she would've given all of her worldly possessions just to have one date with a guy. It wasn't going to be easy for her if the conclusion was correct.
They arrived at her house and walked up the pathway to the door.
"Kiss goodbye?" asked Soarin. Dash froze for a moment, her brain silently dancing in ecstasy. She smiled and put her arms loosely around his shoulders and leaned in.
His lips felt incredible pressed against hers, and she even added a little tongue into the kiss as she exuded passion. Soarin responded with his own tongue and he put his hands around her waist and hugged her close. They continued the connection for a full two minutes, moving fluidly with one another as they proclaimed their love through action.
Finally, Soarin broke the kiss and looked into Dash's eyes.
"I'd better be off," he said, "work tomorrow and all that. " Dash's wondrous moment came to a halt as she remembered her shirked duties that morning. Soarin noticed and added, "That was a very refreshing, cool misting I flew through this morning to get to your door." he said this with a wink and Dash's concern melted into gratitude.
"bye, I'll see you tomorrow, same time and place," she said. She was eager now to see him again with her new found trust in his story.
He smiled and waved as he backed down the sidewalk, not breaking eye contact until he fell backwards into the clouds below.
Dash smiled to herself as she laid under her covers drifting into sleep. She thought of Soarin and how incredibly perfect he was and what she would do with him when the time came.
For the next week Dash continued her courtship of Soarin, never once mentioning anything about sex. To her surprise, neither did he. They went to a movie, had a nice dinner (with a depressing lack of candles), went on a picnic, and tonight they had stargazing planned.
Neither was incredibly good with constellations but the romantic feel of being under the stars alone with someone was too much for either of them to pass up. Dash had found that, incredibly, Soarin was a hopeless romantic like herself. Unlike her he believed in fate and destiny but this did not hinder his ability to participate in emotional and sensual dates. In spite of all of this, Dash felt separated from Soarin, like she was still apart from him.
Her mastermind scheme had worked perfectly, and he had more than proven his truthfulness and loyalty to her, but now she couldn't get their first encounter out of her head as she wished to feel such pleasure again.
Dash thought about this as she rearranged the clouds in the sky to form a line over some dry farmland near the edge of town. She didn't want to be the one to instantiate physicality. She wanted Soarin to romanticize it, to woo her into passionate sex. She could feel herself almost dripping just thinking about it. Her cravings had grown intense since she had realized how it felt last weekend, and she was barely managing to hold out for when Soarin made his move.
As she distractedly moved a cloud, she noticed a pink, vibrating dot on the ground out of the corner of her eye. Looking down, she saw a flailing Pinkie Pie who, upon getting her attention, motioned for her to come down. Dash had told her quite a bit about her and Soarin, minus any intimacy. She wasn't quite ready to share this information with her, and this caused Pinkie to constantly bug her for updates. Pinkie wasn't looking simply for relationship status though, she was checking to see if Dash had ridden him yet. With every passing day, Pinkie became less subtle about asking about the "situation"
"Have you fucked yet?" Pinkie asked while Dash was still 30 feet in the air. Dash, appalled by Pinkie's shouting about such things angrily replied to her.
"No! What the hell is wrong with you? I swear to Celestia you've not got two brain cells to rub together to create a coherent thought!" Dash half laughed the last bit of it. Her temper was no where near what it used to be and she had to laugh at Pinkies occasional dumbass moments. She was serious about Pinkie minding to herself though so she continued with, "Pinkie your persistance is pretty annoying. Mind telling me why you're so interested?"
"Because it makes absolutely no sense to me why you haven't had him bang your brains out yet. Isn't that what guys are for? Riding them until you're so absolutely senseless with the fun of it that you just fall over and pass out?" it was funny but she was being incredibly serious for once in her life. Pinkie always knew how to have a good time.
"Have you never heard of romance? Or an actual relationship?" Dash asked her. She thought that surely even Pinkie appreciated a nice walk on the beach after sunset.
"Bitch Please," she said with a wave of her hand, "romance is for pansies who have no idea how much fun they're missing" she finished this with a wink to Dash which was not entirely well received.
"Fuck you too." Dash said with a nice bird to add to her point. She ran past Pinkie, giving a light shoulder check, and lifted off. She wasn't really upset with Pinkie that much, she understood that that girl would be a party animal for the rest of her days, she was just done listening to her for the third time this week. She could only take so much of the eccentric sarcasm in one sitting.
Dash continued to work as the day progressed, she had taken on extra hours recently so that she had more control over her schedule and could demand time off when she wanted to go out with Soarin. She had scheduled herself a full day today, planning to head off to meet Soarin at around 8 pm. Unfortunately that meant she would be exhausted when she got there.
She kept thinking about Soarin while she worked, which made her more and more restless. She did'nt realize how badly she would crave action when she'd gotten a taste of it. She knew from plenty of people that it was great and all, but no one ever seemed to talk about how incredibly addicting it was.
She hadn't even lost her virginity yet but was thinking of the most deplorable things as she pushed clouds around. She made herself unbelievably horny whilst falling prey to such thoughts, and an hour out from getting off work she could feel some of her liquids beginning to dribble down her thigh.
She bit her lip as she exerted her groin muscles to try to contain herself, but only succeeded in giving herself a hot flash and worsening the problem. Finally, just fifteen minutes from quitting time, she felt so pent up and ready to explode that she found the nearest cloud and plopped herself down on top of it.
She unzipped her pants and pulled them down with her underwear and opened her legs. As the cool mist tickled her vagina she closed her eyes and thought of Soarin whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he caressed her head and rubbed her thigh. Her snatch involuntarily squeezed up at the thought and squirted out some of its excitement onto the cloud. Dash bit her lip again as she spread her legs wider to try and drain her cavity a bit and let herself air out. The sensation was amazing, and it made her horniness explode into new, impossible levels.
Dash reached down with her right hand and used her middle finger to rub up and down her vagina, which was slightly ajar due to the angle of her legs. She shivered at the feeling as it wreaked havoc in her body and she rubbed her clit to pleasure herself even more. She gasped and moaned at the intense joy of her nub being massaged and then pushed her middle finger into herself, penetrating up to her second knuckle before suddenly stopping. She opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings, looked at herself. She sat on top of a rain cloud whilst on the job with her pants dropped and her finger half inside herself. Worst of all, Soarin was nowhere near where she was.
Reluctantly, she pulled her sticky finger out of herself and used the cloud's moisture to rinse it off. Her vagina was in full excitement and literally pouring out sex juices to the point that some of them were escaping the cloud and falling to the pasture below. It never ceased to amaze her how much liquid was contained inside one organ.
She pulled up her pants and checked her watch.
She was 10 minutes into overtime.
Only a flash of rainbow colors could be seen as she flew towards their meeting place.
Dash made it to the tree by 8:15 and found Soarin waiting on a bench with a blanket and a basket. He smiled when he saw her, obviously not upset by the extra wait he'd sat through.
"Hey, long day at work I presume?" he asked as she landed and walked toward him.
"Something like that, I didn't realize they would send me so far outside the city, I would've left earlier if I'd known" Dash said with a slight inward chuckle at his statement. They kissed for a moment, sharing a bit of passion even in a simplistic connection such as this. Dash lingered for a moment after the connection was cut, wanting of so much more.
"We'd best be off, but I am still as ignorant as a sack of rocks as to where we're going," said Soarin playfully. Dash had fabricated this date, so only she knew where they were going. Soarin, having a head on his shoulders and a very good sense of romance, had packed for a nice moonlit date.
"Follow me and try to keep up," Dash said with a sly grin. With that she turned around and took to the air. Soarin smiled at her antics and took pursuit, Dash could never pass up an opportunity for a test of skill.
Dash's feet hit the ground with an audible thud as she landed with force from flying so fast. She left a small indentation in the ground beneath her where her feat had landed. She stood and looked around at the dark field, the very same one she'd laid in the day she got the poem from Soarin.
The field slept in a bed of serenity, covered with warmth still ebbing from the long dead sun. Each blade of grass whispered to the one beside it, hushed tones of darkness enshrouded in secrecy. The far off trees danced in the night, their arms flowing to a sweet ballad that the wind played as it blew. The breeze was light but contained presence, guiding all of nature's sounds to their destinations safely. Crickets dominated the insect world, playing their vibrant tunes in a vain yet substantial effort to drown out all other sound. Dash stood in awe of the perfection around her, admiring all of the bleek, yet joyful, colors of the night.
She took a few tender steps, and sat down while Soarin made his descent. Soarin stopped as Dash had when he first landed, realizing the utter beauty around him. He walked quietly over to Dash and spread the blanket beside her, laying the basket near his edge. He patted the blanket for her to sit, and she moved over onto it. She scooted closer to him until their butt's touched and she laid her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her. They sat there, silently listening to the Earth, and wistfully wondering about the stars. They talked quietly at times, of stars and space and the universe, and of crickets and dragonflies and junebugs. Their conversation was of the deep qualities of nature and existence, and it drew on into wonders rarely spoken of.
Soarin reached into the basket and offered Dash a caramel chocolate, her personal favorite kind of the dark treat. She accepted it and gave Soarin a kiss and made a quiet and sensual joke about how he was sweet like chocolate. He smiled and returned the remark, while he retrieved another item from the bag.
The champagne cork went high into the air, landing somewhere out of site in the serene meadow. Dash was genuinely impressed by the vintage and type of champagne he had gotten, a nice Chandon from twenty years prior. Dash looked at the glass he handed her, concerned about the amount of money he must've spent on this date alone.
"Soarin, this is incredibly expensive stuff," Dash said as she took the glass. Soarin gave her a devilish smile.
"Anything for you my love," he said with a terrible french accent. Dash giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek before taking a sip of the liquid gold. It was incredible how he made her felt, how he made her laugh. She was unique to him, and she was all that mattered. Dash felt a tear come to her eye as she thought of how much he'd done for her in such a small amount of time, but she quickly blinked it away and continued to sip.
Dash's mind drifted back to her thoughts from earlier as she sat leaning on Soarin's shoulder. She felt a wave of warmth radiate from her crotch as her mind delved deeper into dangerous waters. Soarin didn't seem to be making any sort of move toward her so Dash decided to help him out. She maneuvered herself until she was laying on Soarin's lap, gazing up at the stars and his face. He looked down at her lovingly, and caressed her hair as their eyes met.
Endless oceans of green waves washed over Dash's consciousness, submerging her in the emerald hue. She drank in the waters, and let them flow through her mind. Just when she thought she would never return from her venture into the labyrinth of his eyes, he lifted her head towards his and kissed her sensually.
Dash placed her hands on his head and pulled him deeper into the kiss as their tongues took free reign over each others mouths. They slid by one another in their exploration, trading saliva off their edges. Dash moaned happily into the kiss and pulled herself back up to make her head level with Soarins. They both breathed deeply through their noses as they continued the kiss blindly, neither opening their eyes for any reason. Dash moved her hands to be draped loosely over his shoulders and Soarin placed his around her waist. Both their wings immediately expanded to their entire span.
Dash broke the embrace for a moment to move to the open real estate on Soarin's lap to make their embrace easier and more fluid, and then dove back into the kiss with excess passion. Dash felt his hands making their way up to her breasts like their first encounter and she shivered in anticipation. Soarin felt this and decided to take a different, new approach instead. He moved his hands down to Dash's thighs as the kiss accelerated. Dash was a little disappointed about the lack of breast massaging but continued to let Soarin lead, confident in his ability to please. He inched his hands inward and closer to her groin with every motion along her thigh, sending shockwaves of pleasure running through Dash's veins. Dash moaned involuntarily into Soarin's mouth as he reached his target and massaged through her pants. She was a faucet laden with pent up desire and Soarin had just found the knob to turn her on. Her vagina began to heat up and soak itself and the fabric around it in a slick lubricant that began to wick to the surface. Soarin felt her pants begin to dampen and sped up his pace further. He moved one of his hands up to a breast and began to massage it deeply and methodically, while he pushed is thumb up and down her slit through her pants.
Dash was in a world with no bounds for pleasure or ecstasy and she had to have more. Without breaking their connection, Dash unzipped her pants and scooted them down her legs until Soarin's body was in the way. She pulled a leg back and pulled it out of the shorts and then shook them off the other leg. Soarin resumed his massage of her pussy with his index and middle finger, rubbing deeply enough to make Dash's panties sink into her opening a tad bit. Soarin then put his weight into Dash, causing her to fall to her back.
Soarin broke their connection in doing this and pulled his own pants off in the process. Dash looked into the dimly lit night at the impressive lump that resided behind his underwear. Her vagina squirted in excitement. Soarin grinded against her, his penis once more massaging her vagina, but with more anticipation from both sides this time. Soarin took off Dash's shirt before reestablishing the kiss, and Dash undid her brastrap to let him gain full access to her tits.
Dash moaned loudly as Soarin firmly grasped her breasts and began playing with them. Their kiss was hard to maintain through the exertion, but they managed anyway. Dash broke away for a moment and Soarin stopped grinding on her as he looked at her quizzically. Dash looked into his eyes through her own droopy lids with incredible passion.
"Fuck me."
Soarin pulled down his underwear, releasing his massive erection, and it poked dash above her vagina as he grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs. She drew a shaky breath at the site of it, impressive enough to give her doubts about being able to fit him. Nevertheless, Soarin grabbed his penis and guided it's wet tip to Dash's soaked opening. Dash drew in short, heavy breaths of anticipation as she waited for it. She watched as Soarin let go of it and planted his hands on either side of her head. She looked up into his eyes and he gazed at her, pouring his emotions into her open heart.
Dash gasped as he entered. Her snatch expanded to accommodate his size and she felt something break inside her as he went deeper. he slid inside her until he was about halfway consumed and then pulled out, releasing some blood in the process. Soarin smiled at her as he popped her cherry, and then donned a look of incredible pleasure as he dove back into her, deliberately and methodically. Dash screamed at the sensation of having Soarin inside her. She clutched the ground as he pulled out and pushed back in going deeper each time. Her pussy leaked juices all over the grass each time he retreated and she moaned with pleasure as he increased in speed.
Dash helped him by pushing her hips towards him in tandem with his thrusts, her climax building quickly. She watched his face through half lidded eyes as he let out occasional small sounds of pleasure. She was in perfection. The pleasure she was feeling was unmatched to anything she had ever felt before. She banged herself against his erection, gaining more and more pleasure with each hit, as she begged him to go harder.
Dash was getting incredibly close as Soarin obliged, pushing into her faster and harder than before. Dash screamed as a tidal wave overwhelmed her, and cream spewed out the sides of her occupied vagina. Soarin kept going as he built his own climax, steadily increasing in speed as Dash fell off of her orgasm. Her vagina was filled with cream and it covered Soarin's cock all the way down to his ball sack, which smacked against Dash's anus every time he rammed into her. Dash loved the feeling of the liquids sloshing inside her as he thrusted, and to her surprise felt herself building up again for another climax.
As Soarin became visibly close to his orgasm, Dash felt herself getting ready to brim over again. Soarin accelerated quickly, causing Dash to have to work her hips as quickly as she could.
Suddenly, Soarin dove into her pressing himself as hard as he could against her pelvis as he exhaled audibly at his climax. Dash reached hers as she felt the warm cum shoot deep inside of her and an unbelievable amount of liquids belonging to them both began to spill out as she screamed. Soarin collapsed in a heap half on top of Dash as they both panted where they lay. Cum and cream mixed together stained the areas surrounding their genitals, and the mixture was still oozing out of Dash's opening.
Dash pushed Soarin onto his back and laid beside him while they recovered. She looked down at his limp penis that was covered in her and his liquids alike. An idea popped into her head.
Dash climbed on top of a surprised Soarin who looked down at her face which she was positioning near his dick. She looked under herself to meet his eyes, and shot him a smirk. She grabbed his penis and slid her mouth over it as it almost instantly regained it's stiffness. While she did this, she arched her back and presented herself to Soarin who got the message and dove into eating her out.
Dash's head bobbed as she let out little sounds of pleasure in response to Soarin's exploration with his tongue. She used her own tongue to clean off the juices on his cock as she pulled it in and out of her mouth. She tried her best to fit it all in but when she tried to make it down to his balls, she gagged. Dash continued her blowjob as she felt his penis pulsate in pleasure. Her own nethers were a hotbed of ecstasy as Soarin expertly licked and prodded and inserted fingers.
Soarin came first this time, exploding a hot load of cum into the back of her throat. Dash pulled off of his penis making sure to bring every last drop of semen with her, and she deliberately swallowed in front of Soarin as she arrived at her own orgasm. Soarin lapped up juices as they squirted out of her slit and finally motioned her off of him as she finished.
They laid on the ground together holding hands silently as they watched the stars.
Dash and Soarin had laid in the grass for nearly two hours following their passionate love. They had continued to talk and cuddle, discussing their future together and their future in general. Then they were quiet, simply enjoying each other's company.
Dash was the first to break the content silence, speaking in a sleepy, quiet tone.
"I think I need to head home." she said yawning. "It's nearly one AM," she stated while she sat up and stretched. Soarin leaned over and kissed her.
"I'll walk you home" he said as he reached over for his shirt. Dash smiled at his courtesy. She felt another wave of happiness roll over her as she realized again that she had a serious, meaningful relationship. She grabbed her own shirt and pants and put them on, and helped Soarin roll up the blanket and pack the basket back. They constantly grinned at each other, and Dash would peck Soarin on the cheek whenever he came within range.
They finished packing and Dash took position to take off. Soarin grabbed her arm preventing her from doing so, and when she turned around he kissed her deeply, caressing her face for a few moments. Dash closed her eyes and accepted it lovingly. They finally broke apart and Soarin moved his grasp from her arm to her hand.
"Mind if we walk most of the way?" he asked hopefully. She smiled at him and nodded in a silly fashion. Dash's hard outer shell had completely melted and she acted like a giddy schoolgirl. Soarin was the first person to ever witness this side of Dash, a small, happy girl without a care in the world, her ambitions put aside, her worries forgotten.
They walked holding hands in the moonlight, swaying happily like two leaves in a gentle summer's breeze.
They arrived below Dash's house soon enough and they let each other go as they took off into the air, circling upwards towards her porch. They landed, Soarin behind Dash and the walked over to the door. Dash turned around to say goodbye to Soarin, but the words caught in her mouth. As dumb and predictable as it might've seemed, she didn't want him to leave. She found herself partaking more and more of the stuff she would've sarcastically laughed at had she found it in a book, but it was enjoyable to be wistful and romantic with someone.
Soarin took notice of her plight and walked up and put his arms around her. He pulled her close and looked into her eyes. Dash gazed back, perplexed for a moment, and then put her head on his chest and hugged him tightly.
When they finally seperated, Dash was fighting back a stubborn tear. Soarin kissed her, and backed off of the porch without breaking her gaze until he was falling.
Dash jumped onto her bed and sunk her face in her pillow. She felt so incredibly wonderful about the night's events, and she sighed contentedly into the soft warmth around her face. She rolled over and laid spread eagle on her king size mattress, enjoying the luxury of her bed. Slowly her happiness ebbed away and her loneliness began to return. She listened to the silence of her house, gazing at her ceiling longingly.
Quickly, she jumped up and flew to her door and threw it open to race after Soarin. She stopped at the threshold holding the door open as she stared at Soarin, who was standing only a few feet separated from the door. He blushed and held up the champagne from earlier.
"I-I came by to drop this off, I thought you might want-," Soarin was cut off by Dash as she grabbed hold of him and pulled him with her into the house, slamming the door behind her. She stopped at the foot of her bed and pushed him onto it, and then proceeded to jump on top of him.
Soarin was dazed for a second as she knocked the wind out of him but he quickly regained his composure and accepted a kiss from dash happily.
Her hands began to find their way down his body as they embraced.
Dash moaned softly as she grinded against Soarin's hips. Their motions were one, their bodies and souls connected in an overwhelming embrace. Soarin breathed heavily as Dash continued to excite him, her passion pouring into him with the strength of Niagara. They rolled around on the bed in their love, not once daring to break the embrace that consumed them.
Dash wrapped her legs around Soarin and put her arms behind his neck, holding onto him as tightly as she could as she moved her hips against his. She fluidly pulled his face against hers as he removed layers between them, increasing her passion and speed. Dash used one hand to grab the outline of Soarin's dick in his exposed boxers as he worked her button-up shirt off of her. She rubbed it furiously, doing her best to give Soarin the time of his life. Her shirt removed and her bra practically flying off of her, Soarin grabbed both of her breasts and laid into them as he rolled her over on her back to take charge.
He broke her kiss and put his mouth to her left teet, sensually rolling his tongue over the nipple and sucking lightly. Dash gasped and her eyes went wide with pleasure as she pulled her hands through his hair. She looked down at him with half lidded eyes and a slightly open mouth as he worked her into a mess of desire. Her hips avidly pushed against him, her soaking panties clinging to her lips as she rubbed herself on him.
Without removing his mouth from her tit, Soarin used his free hand to pull Dash's panties down. Without a word and in a quick motion, Soarin let off of her tit and slid his tongue down her body as he descended to her slit. His tongue paused on her clit, whipping it back and forth feverishly. Dash moaned as the sensation rocked her body, causing her back to arch upward. Soarin attached his lips to her lower lips, inserting his tongue into her wet vagina. He moved it around exploring the depths of her snatch and pulling out juices into his mouth. He worked her vagina like a kiss, moving his lips against hers as he continued with his tongue. Dash's body was a wave of motions and crys of pleasure as she built into an orgasm. Soarin moved his mouth downward a bit and inserted a finger above his tongue to rub against the top of her pussy as he used his thumb to massage her clit. Dash was in heaven as he did this, absolutely adoring his treatment of her.
Dash came hard into his mouth, causing juices to flow around his lips and down onto his chin. Cream flowed like a stream out of her as he removed his mouth and moved back on top of her, and it squirted out as he slid himself into her quickly. Dash was still reeling from the first orgasm as he pounded her relentlessly, causing her boobs to rock up and down with the motion. She laid in complete bliss as she pulled her legs tighter against him, never wanting his presence to leave her body. He pushed in and out quickly and forcefully, bottoming out occasionally as he did so. Dash could feel her vagina instinctively tighten around his cock, causing explosions of pleasure in her brain. She screamed in joy as he pulled her against him, her breasts swinging freely about. She felt his penis pulsate as he came inside her, causing even more liquids to burst from her vagina and onto the bed below. A whitish, sticky mess formed between them as he continued to pound, seemingly ignoring his first orgasm. She felt herself building rapidly again, the pleasure from her first still ebbing away.
"I'm almost there" she said into his ear as he pushed into her. He sped up his pace as he heard this, causing her vagina to tighten again around his shaft. Dash exuded pure ecstasy as she moved her hips with his, desperately ready to cream all over his package.
They came in tandem, one pulsating right after the other, filling Dash to the brim with a mixture of hot fluids that boiled over to run down in between her cheeks and around her anus to the mattress. Soarin slowed down but didn't stop as this happened, and Dash formed an idea from the wet feeling around her ass.
She grabbed his penis and pulled it out of her, causing Soarin to look up questioningly. WIthout a word, she guided it's tip to her anus, feeling it probe her entrance as she nodded at him. Slowly, Soarin pushed his penis into Dash's ass, causing her to yell out in pain and pleasure at the same time. He pulled outward slowly, and then pushed in again, eliciting another wild reaction from her. She gripped his hair as he began to pound, gaining speed and confidence as Dash urged him onward. Her anus pushed in and out with his cock, gripping it more tightly than even her vagina had. She could feel herself stretching to allow his penis to go deeper, making her vagina tighten in pleasure. She had spread her legs to open her cheeks to him, but could feel how awkward the position was even then. She held up a hand for him to pause, pulled his penis from her, and rolled over on her stomach, presenting her ass in the air in front of him. He reentered slowly, causing Dash another wave of pain and pleasure, a volatile mixture that Dash loved dearly. She felt incredible as his penis slid in and out of her ass, causing both of them pleasure they had never felt before. Soarin came first, his cum swelling Dash's intestines as it poured into her, and oozing out of her anus with his outward thrusts. The feeling of something warm and pleasant inside her sent Dash over the edge, and her vagina squirted violently all over Soarin's balls and legs as she came. Dash collapsed from her orgasm, the exhaustion from her pleasure streak hitting her like a train. Soarin slid out as she did this and he fell beside her, panting into the pillow. They turned their faces to one and other and kissed passionately as they recovered.
Dash only had one pillow on the bed and it wasn't quite big enough for both of them so she forced her exhausted frame out of the bed to retrieve one. Liquids streamed from her openings down her legs onto her carpet as she walked, but she was too incredibly tired to notice. She pulled a pillow from a drawer and left it hanging as she sleepily made her way back to the bed. Soarin looked up at her lovingly as she neared, placing the pillow beside the first one. She got back in the bed and pulled the comforter over both of their naked forms. They kissed and embraced before falling asleep.
The moment before she fell asleep, Dash realized that she finally had someone's arms to hold her.
The air above me is still and calm beholding to a wondrous yellow orb I sit with him behind me, his arms holding me tight
My happiness abounds, swinging me to and fro Never to leave me ever again, never alone shall be I Drunk with giddiness, possessed by love
I sit Together with him
We intertwine ourselves lingering at each touch craving the warmth of one another
My heart Comforted beats with passion now
I cannot stand without him by my side we are complete Together
I've Found him and Found myself and Found that which eluded me for the longest era
I feel Wanted Loved Happy and Warm
It's been so long so long since the night of my troubles began as the rain came in spatters wetting me with it's dreary cold
Now Finally The day has come the sun risen the rain drying, creating swirls of beautiful mists around me
I am at peace in my house in my Home with him.
Dash wrote the letters carefully while Soarin sat behind her, playfully nipping at her ears and talking sweetly to her.She folded the paper, opened the drawer, and sat it carefully on the top of the pile.
She turned to him, tears of joy streaking down her face once again.
