"You know me best."
Five years ago, King Sombra rose from his cursed 'grave' and wreaked havoc on Equestria and the world beyond it. As such, the world responded back, but the king was relentless. The Crystal War, as it was termed, began.
Five years later, the war still rages on, and three-fourths of the nation of Equestria are left in ruin, but former residents and survivors of the war do their best not to feel down. Instead, they built new lives over their old ones. Many of the buildings that were once rubble were now built over by huts and shacks constructed with nearby metal and scrap. It wasn't pretty - but it was home.
And home was fun to the many. To build up morale, there were always parties and jigs at the local Summertown Bar, west of Fillydelphia. It was where you lived.
You were a soldier, fighting the godawful war since it began. During that time, you've seen cities rise and fall, build themselves up then burn themselves to the ground. Over and over again, like a looping record, you saw it all. You've seen your enemies and the innocent fall victim to the horrors of war.
And yet, it didn't phase you.
Well...it did, but not as much as it should have. You were a strong soldier.
Just like Dash.
You'd known Dash since Flight School. You were there when she was showing off to the crowds after school and before school. The two of you weren't close enough to be considered friends, but close enough to at least know each other.
The day she failed that race with Dumb Bell - you were there for her, and that seemed to spark something. A true friendship, she called it. That same day, she lost every other friend she either had or may have had.
Everypony except you left.
The year before the war broke out, the two of you were inseparable, going everywhere together, talking about similar things, getting into similar hobbies, or being interested in the exact same thing.
You planned to propose to her. That day, the war broke out, and by default, the two of you were drafted to fight for your country, maybe even for the world. You vowed to wait until the war was over before you asked her hoof in marriage.
Five years later, you're still waiting. That was how loyal you were to your promise.
You were willing to wait as long as it took.
The two of you were sitting in Summertown bar, listening to the songs and watching the dances made by the townfolk as they tried to boost everypony's spirits, even as soldiers flew overhead in the attempt to completely liberate the remaining areas of the town. While most soldiers were out there fighting, the few that were tired chose to relax for the moment, catch their breath.
You were sitting on a stool, having a warm pint of cider. It was a tad bit flat, but it still had that right kick to it. Hopefully they could make some fresh batches.
And so they gave a hollar
Hey Sally, quit your squalor!
Some of the rhymes didn't make all too much sense, but it was catchy enough to let a smile crawl onto your face. Or maybe that was the cider...
You turned to your mate next to you, hoping she was smiling along with you or even singing along.
She wasn't. Instead, she was looking to the bar table, cider in hooves, a sad look on her face.
It was common. It was more common now.
You knew she was depressed. It wasn't a surprise, being in this war, and her wing...
She noticed you and gave a smile. It was fake, and you could tell.
"You okay?" you asked her.
Her fake smile grew and she nodded. "Just not into it, that's all."
This behavior had gone on for a while, no more than three years. You weren't mad at her in the least - how could you be? You could never be mad at her. If anything...you were feeling what she was feeling.
Then again, who knew what she was feeling?
Thinking?
You rested a hoof on her shoulder and never let it leave it. She rested her own on yours.
Happy as the holy heart can be, hey!
Paradise as far as we can see, hay!
You stayed for just one more jig, hoping she would smile.
She didn't.
"Hey," you whispered, "Let's go find a room, okay?"
Another smile, more real than before. "Okay."
You went up to the front desk of the building and asked for a room - twenty bits, cheap. You were glad bits still counted as an official currency in whatever was left of the country and not something silly like bottlecaps or bullets.
The metal, cold stairs creaked with each step. Dash walked side by side next to you, looking forward, then around the hall at the design - plastered, welded metal from several other buildings.
Still no smile, but there was interest.
You checked into the room, first door on the left. For a place that was welded metal and steel, it looked like such a fancy place. New curtains, a comfortable looking bed. Even a working toiletry and shower!
But you didn't care about that.
You cared about her.
You knew the war was taking its toll on your lover. It was no surprise; it was the same for everyone who went in expecting victory; they come out either crippled and unsure, or broken and wanting to die.
Dash...she was somewhere in the former category, and you were doing your damned best to make sure she never ventured into the latter. So far, you were doing a good job.
But how good?
You went into the bathroom to wash your face off. Your fur was dirty and your mane was frizzled, but that was to be expected unless you were in a safe zone or a town...which in some cases, was both. By the time you came back into the bedroom to take off the armor you'd worn for hours, Dash was laying down, facing away from you.
It left you with a sadness.
With a sigh, you went over to her and sat down beside the bed, intent on her seeing you. Her eyes were open, but she had more of a stare. It was far from a Thousand Yard Stare, but it was like a mixture of boredom, uncertainty, and...
Sadness.
"Hey," you said to her, catching her attention.
"Hmm...?"
"Sit up."
She sighed, as if in frustration.
"Can I just sleep? I had enough crap today."
It was frustration. Five years ago, it would've been completely out of character, but nowadays - that was to be expected.
Even she knew it, and she gave a sigh to show it.
"I'm sorry."
You forgave her. You always did.
Listening to you, Dash got up from her laying position and sat up nearest to the drawer, allowing you to take a spot right beside her. She was looking down at the floor again, definitely feeling bad about her lashing out.
"Tell me what's wrong. Please."
She gave a more serious sigh, and she talked a bit more like herself...only not happy.
"You know what's wrong. Everything. The ponies, the war, the town. I mean, we're sitting in a fucking metal hut, you know? Years ago, we were living in wooden houses, and now metal shacks are all we can come up with."
You knew she wanted to talk about more than just the buildings, but she feared getting carried away.
"I just...hmm...it bugs me...you know?"
You gave a nod, wrapping an arm around her body. "I know. It bugs me too. It bugs all of us."
She gave a little smirk and a sarcastic scoff. "Doesn't seem to bug them much."
It made your mouth curve. "Yeah."
From up here, the sounds of new dances and songs could be heard, though heavily muffled.
"I don't get how they can do that for hours on end...just prancing on their hooves and singing new crap all the time."
"Well," you answer, "cider can do that to you." Jokingly, you do.
Her laugh was real this time.
There it was.
"Reminds me of my mom. She was always so shy as a teen, but the moment you gave her cider, all bets were off. She was just everywhere."
"Like?"
"Well...there was the one time-"
For the next hour, you and your mate talked back and forth, bringing up old stories of the past to laugh at or smile of. You were always glad to see the Dash that you fell in love with all those years ago coming back, even through the terrors of war.
Eventually, the wine came out, a bottle sitting in the nearby fridge. The two of you each took your respective sips and continued to reminisce the old days. And, as she would always do at this time of day - Dash would look forward to the future, to the eventual end of the war - the chance to live life normally again.
With enough wine, nothing was impossible.
You didn't deny her that freedom.
With half the bottle downed by sundown, you let it sit on the table and brought Dash to the bed. Her armor was finally starting to get to her, giving her sores everywhere she could think of. Her type of armor was different from yours. Hers required a second pair of hooves to properly remove. Not that she couldn't do it herself, but it was easier and quicker with two more hooves.
And you didn't say no.
At first glance, her armor looked like one big, whole set of armor. At close glance, it was actually five separate pieces - six if you count the helmet. Colored and shaped all the same, it looked whole until you removed it.
The first piece you removed was her main piece, the torso, which slid off with ease, and exposed her bruised and worn body. The bruises from every punch and kick she received this week was visible right in front of you. You couldn't do anything to ease them or 'cure' them, and it always broke your heart to see her in such a constant state.
"Hey," she said, breaking you out of your somewhat distraught emotion. "I'm okay. I'm just banged up, is all."
"You shouldn't be," you said back. "You shouldn't ever have to be."
Your mate smiled at your concern, knowing how much you cared for her.
"It's all part of saving the world."
A smile was faint on your face; this time, yours was fake, and she was the one to tell - but she said nothing.
"Come on, let's get the rest off."
Coming back to your senses, you assisted her again, this time removing the armor around her arms. They were not as bruised, but it still showed in areas. She had already taken off her helmet before the two of you entered the place, calling it a "heavy, sweaty waste of space."
Despite that, it's saved both your heads in more ways than one. Even then, you could agree with her that it was heavy.
The next piece you removed, while not being part of her original armor, was her metal wing. While it acted just like the average wing, it was nothing more than a prosthetic plank of metal. At least, that's what Dash thought of it. She didn't hate it - in fact, she was glad to have it. It helped her fly again after months on the ground, and her spirits lifted since.
But it was always cold and heavy, weighing her down. She was always glad to take it off. It didn't make her sad when she did, because she knew she would put it back on later whenever it was removed.
With ease, you unhooked it from the slot in her back and set it gently with the other pieces. She stretched her back in response, flexing her still existing wing.
"I'm never gonna get used to that."
The last pieces you helped her remove were the leg armor, which she gladly helped you with by lifting her legs off the edge of the bed. The pieces weren't as big as her forearm armor, only covering no more than half of her legs in total. It helped prevent a limit in mobility or agility, even if it made the whole thing look incomplete. Your opinion.
Finally, with two *clinks*, the last pieces of the puzzle were removed, freeing your lover's body and giving it the freedom it deserved, no matter how pained.
"Fuck," she exclaimed quietly, "That's a relief."
The armor always came off at the end of each day, unless the two of you were on the battlefield and forced to sleep in it. That was what made taking it off all the more sweeter.
Of course, it also made it all the more sorer.
"My legs are killing me."
That was the hint you always waited for, and expected. With both of your hooves gently, but firmly gripped on each side of her legs, you started to massage them back and forth, towards you, then away from you.
Almost immediately, Dash moaned and sighed in relief, her body seemingly slugging out while she kept herself sitting up. A few moments in, she started laughing quietly, enough for you to hear.
"It's times like this where I miss the spa."
The mention of the term 'spa' brought out a little laugh from you.
Her? Spa? Never.
"When did you go to the spa?"
She let out a blush, though - at this point - you weren't sure if it was from the memories or the massage itself.
"Well...it's not like I went all the time or anything. Just...you know, sometimes, I'd sneak on over and rent a private room and just get a massage or hooficure."
"Was it better than this?"
She shook her head.
"If I wasn't bruised all over right now, I'd probably say...yeah. Is that bad?"
"I wouldn't say so. I'm probably not that qualified for this stuff."
She winced, but in pleasure as soon as your hooves dug deeper through her flanks.
"Then you go and do that. Y-You should be massaging soldiers instead of...of...fighting, you know?"
You laughed at both the thought of massaging all of the soldiers in Summertown, and at the fact that she struggled to get that out. You answered for the first one.
"Maybe I'll do that once they retake the rest."
"Maybe they'll paaay yyyou," she extended with another deep rub.
"Nah. Though...that'd be nice."
"Fuck...I would."
You laughed, then started down - or further back to you - towards her knees and hind hooves. They weren't as sensitive as her flanks, so Dash was able to talk a bit more normal - though she would occasionally wince, though you couldn't notice much.
This time, you decided to spark up more conversation to pass the time.
"Any word from Cloudsdale?"
While you initially thought that was a stupid question to ask her with everything around her, she seemed to answer it casually.
"Things are good there. They're in the air, so if they're ever near danger, all they do is just...push themselves somewhere else," she answered while physically mimicking a pushing movement with a hoof.
"Your family doing okay?"
She nodded. "My mom's been producing goods for the town. She's always had a thing for baked goods. Even made me a giant birthday cake one year - literally in the shape of me!"
"Like...it looked like you or it just had your s-"
"Looked. It looked just like me," she cut you off, that excited to answer it with a clear smirk on her face. "I still don't know how she managed to pull it off. Must've gotten help from my f-..."
She stopped, a frown starting to appear on her face, and you knew what she would've said next.
It'd been two years since he passed, but you didn't talk about it to her for her own good. She didn't seem to talk about him much anyway. He didn't die from the war, only natural causes - but it still hurt to bring him up, knowing he left while she was gone.
You changed the topic back to her mother's goods, hoping to bring back her smile.
"Has your mom made anything good lately?"
It worked, as Dash leaned back onto the bed to reach for her satchel, taking out a picture her mom gave her. When she sat back up, she had a semi-excited look on her face as she presented you the picture.
You had to double-take.
"Is that a...?"
"Oh. Yeah."
"How the heck did she even do that?"
She gave a shrug. "No clue, but she did it with some other bakers, apparently. That's literally a house!"
"And that's a cake?"
"Sorta. It's like a cookie cake thing, I guess. I'll have to ask her about it next time I'm in town."
"What about a letter?"
"Letters take way too long. Last year, I sent her a letter and she didn't get it until about a month ago. But apparently, her letters reach me within a day after she wrote it. I don't get it."
You didn't have any guesses of your own, so you didn't add to that.
With the lower end of her legs finished, you started next on the inner parts of her legs. That was when it got more personal. Nowadays, it wasn't so much of a personal thing as it was casual. Even then, she still blushed when you started massaging her thighs. It either felt really good or really relieving.
You kept up conversation, switching away from family to friends and maybe just random topics: favorite book or movie, which you had no doubt new ones were gonna be nothing but war propaganda.
First, you started off with friends.
"How's Diane doing?"
The mare's real name was Pinkamena. You only met her once during the original battle at the Crystal Empire, but Dash had met her on more than one occasion, both before the war and several times during.
Your mate tried to recount, but the sensation of your massage was already getting to her.
"She's...good. I-I haven't talked to her in a few mooonthss, though. I'm still waiting for a...another letter from her."
"When'd she last send one?"
"Oh...ohhh....Summer's Dusk, I think?"
"Maybe if the war ends quickly, we can see her for Hearth's Warming this year."
"Yesss...y-yeah, I like that."
You were certain one of those yeses were from the massage. In fact, she was probably talking about the massage instead of what you said. At this point, you couldn't tell.
With each rub back and forth, your mate was trying not to moan or sigh with bliss so much. She was hardly successful, but you didn't mind it. You'd probably be doing the same thing if she was massaging you. Of course, that was for another day when she wasn't so bruised. Hopefully that day would be soon and not filled with conflict.
"Hhhey..."
"Yeah?"
"R-Remember before when we sssuggested you massage the soldiers?"
"Was that serious or a joke?"
She laughed in between shivers.
"Mmmmaybe we should just stick to the o-outside of the legs...r-right?"
It didn't take long for you to understand where she was getting at, joke or not.
"I promise," you said, putting a heavy and physical emphasis on 'promise.'
With that, your mate moaned out loud, seemingly uncaring if anyone in the hallway or right next door could hear it. Not that anypony nowadays cared anyhow.
"G-Gods, yes..."
You'd be lying if you said this seemingly innocent action wasn't already getting you hard. You were slowly growing over the past couple of minutes, but now you were almost at full attention - and Dash, through her moans and groans, could see it perfectly.
She laughed. "It's just a massage."
You did the same. You were never embarrassed every time you got hard in front of her; why would you? Unless it was public, she didn't care. Even then, she wouldn't care, depending on the occasion.
"Don't worry, I got ya, just give me some wiggle room," she added. Without hesitating, you moved your hooves away for a brief moment, allowing her to move her hind hooves downward to you and 'loosely' grab hold of it - and by loosely, you meant firmly.
They were dirty from today's trek, but you didn't care. Her hooves were soft and fuzzy as always - and it still felt good.
She started to move her hind hooves up and down on you, giving you pleasure that caused you to shiver and moan, but not enough to hinder the massage. You were going to return the favor, more so than you already were, but you wanted to be sure she was relaxed enough to do so.
"So...um...how...how was that m-movie you saw at the camp the other day?"
With you a bit less focused on the massage, Dash was more focused to speak.
"It was alright, I guess. They made it in a couple of days, so it wasn't too great. But it was pretty entertaining. I wish you were there to see it."
You remember that day. You were off scouting for some medicine from a drugstore on the abandoned side of the town. It was a few select group of ponies, and you were one of the few qualified for the role that day. Meanwhile, your mate was sitting down with a lot of other soldiers watching a cheap propaganda film, at least from her account.
"N-Nah. Looking for medicine was better than watching some...dumb...mmhm...cheap flick."
She could see that her hind hoof work was slowly getting to you; she smiled.
"Who said you had to watch the film?" As she asked that question, her hind hooves gave a slow slide up and down your shaft, an emphasis on her question, before going back to its usual pace. You looked up to her, and as you did, she was giving this subtle wink.
Even all banged up by the war - she still looked...
You stopped massaging her. Before she could ask what you were doing, your lips were on hers, sliding all about. It was a sloppy kiss that quickly turned into a make-out session.
She didn't care, she loved it.
Your shaft was prodding her stomach in this position. It made her shiver and blush, but it also made her giggle and laugh in the kiss. Your lips turned away from her mouth and went for her neck, nibbling and pecking it with gentle kisses. She shivered again.
"Who kn...knew talking about movies would turn you on so much, h-huh?"
That made you laugh, but it didn't stop you.
Even when you made a stupid joke about not resisting "projectors and their lustrous flickering lenses". It was beyond stupid, but it made her giggle.
But when you gave her more than a nibble on her neck, the giggling turned to moaning - both pleasured and pained.
"Sorry," you said to her as you looked back at her.
"Don't worry. I'll let you know when to stop."
You gave her another smile and kept on for another moment before Dash eventually stopped you.
"Here," she instructed you, "Lie down."
It wasn't a surprise what she was going to do next, so you did as she asked and laid down on your back, looking to the ceiling, head on a surprisingly comfy pillow. When you looked down - or forward, in this case - your shaft was high in the air, wet with pre-cum.
Dash was moving herself towards the front of the bed, between your legs, looking up towards you.
"Tell you what," she said, gripping your shaft in her hoof, "Why don't you tell me about your day...week...you know...?"
You did.
You had no problem talking about you. The problem is, you didn't really have all that much to talk about. Dash's life was filled with all kinds of things, but your life had the simplest of pleasures plus the war. What else was there to ta-h-hhah!
The thoughts in your mind scrambled the moment your mate took your shaft in almost all the way. The tip of her nose touched the base, but she couldn't fully go all the way down - no matter how often she tried.
You gave a throaty moan that echoed throughout the room, and you gripped the sheets around you in pleasure. She slowly lifted her head up until her mouth was just around the tip, before going back down, but only halfway now, wanting to keep you thinking. She stared at you, intent on listening to what you had to say.
"W-Well...other than...th-than the medicine t-trip....I, um...mmhm...I went to...t-to..."
"Hmm?" she hummed, the vibrations tickling your shaft, and making you moan once again, losing your momentary train of thought.
It quickly came back to you for that brief second she stopped.
"Las Pegasus! Y-Yeah, I went...fff...I went there."
Her mouth came off you with a loud popping noise, and her hoof was left to pump you gently so she could talk and keep going.
"I've been there a couple times. It's kinda boring."
"It...was. F-Fun, but...boring."
She gave a smile before letting her mouth go up and down on you once again. Her tongue lashed against your shaft relentlessly, making sure to hit every pleasure spot she could know or remember, leaving you to whimper and moan constantly as you tried to recall more things to say. But before you could think of something, she stopped for a second.
"Hold up," she said. You asked her if anything was wrong. "Nothing's wrong. Almost forgot something."
You asked yourself what she could have forgotten; then it came to you.
"The pill?"
"Yep."
You weakly smirked as you looked back up to the ceiling, while Dash rummaged through her satchel again to find the small tablets. All it did was allow you to cum twice before you were spent. It was like a sexual, miniaturized version of coffee or soda.
And boy, did it work.
"Got it," she exclaimed briefly as she leaned back up over your shaft, while her other hoof held out the small pill to you. "Eat up."
You laughed. "Eat up."
"You know what I mean, shut up," she remarked before prodding you with her tongue.
With a brief moan, you put the pill in your mouth, gathered up enough saliva, and swallowed it without too much effort. You waited for a moment, but Dash went right back to her motio-nnngnh...
"Don't let me stop you, keep talking," you could understand Dash trying to say as she went. Her voice hummed all over your shaft, giving you another reason to moan.
Your breathing was speeding up, and your body was starting to shake just a bit - a symptom of the pill taking effect on you. With a loud and somewhat ragged sigh, you kept on with the conversation.
"W..wwell..." your mind blanked out for a moment as you tried to think. Your tongue lapped the roof of your mouth when you could remember.
"Remember...remember the night w-we...we first went out togethhher?"
You could feel your lover smile, pulling her mouth off you and going back to jerking you, just so she could give her side of the story. But thanks to the pill, you weren't more focused.
"Hmm," she started, "I remember. You were so shy to ask me out. I thought it was cute."
She gave you a quick lick from base to tip. You clenched your eyes closed from the sensation.
"Yeah...I wasn't ssss...sure if you were gonna...ah...say yes."
"If you weren't my friend for all those years, I probably wouldn't have."
Dash briefly suckled on your tip, twirling her tongue around, eliciting a moan and a pleasured grunt from you.
"T-The dinner was good."
Her mouth popped off. "It was! I don't think I've ever tried a salmon and hay sandwich before! Of course, that was just the appetizer, but the actual dinner was great."
You gave a moaned laugh. "I-I think you liked the dessert better." When you looked down - forward - to her, she had this smirk on her face.
"Which one: the triple-chocolate peanut-butter supreme sundae, or banging you in my bed?"
You laughed again, this time more focused on that particular statement and memory.
"It can't be both?"
"Oh, it can, just...not sure which one I liked more. I mean...I ended up full both times."
That cheesy thought made you laugh again. It sounded so silly...even if it was true.
"The sundae was really good though. The way the chocolate and the ice cream just melted in your mouth...it was so good. That's probably my favorite dessert, hooves down."
She went back to bobbing her head, and you moaned all over again.
"A-And I'd always make it for you f-for...for your birthday."
Her mouth hovered over it for a moment.
"You know me best."
Down again she went, then up and down, over and over.
"Mmmhh...I'll haaave to make it again for you t-this year."
Pop.
"Don't see how you could do it around here," she said, giving you a sympathetic smile, as if thinking, "It's sweet that you suggested that."
"I'm sure I could maahh-" She went back down. "-mmanage. A-air drops and suusuch. I...I can....oohh...I can request for some chocolate...p-peanut-butter, and as much milk as I can...get...fuuuck...fuck, I'm close."
That was her signal. Taking her hoof off the base, she placed both of them on your hips, firm. With no hesitation, she started up and down on your shaft, going fast and hard, making sure her tongue slid back and forth, left and right. The sounds she made echoed throughout the room. By now, anypony walking by the door could hear clearly - but you didn't care.
Neither did she.
"Mmm..." she hummed onto you.
"Do-Do that again, please."
She smiled and did it again, looking up at your face, just to get a good look at you.
Her eyes...they were so...shiny...
"Oh...fffuck~"
With a gasp and a grip of the sheets, you came.
You plastered the inside of her mouth with sticky white. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she could feel your shaft throb and twitch with every spurt. Two spurts could easily fill her mouth. You could hear her swallow constantly with every string that came out.
Your high lasted for maybe twenty seconds, and by then, you felt spent...for the moment.
Dash gave a satisfied sigh as she lifted her mouth off of you, making suction as she went, just to clean off what she missed. Your mate breathed loudly, trying to catch her breath. Your shaft rested on her cheek as she laid her head down on your lap.
"I...I haven't done that in a while. Taking it all in like that...fuck me..."
The last two words made you come up with a quick, stupid remark.
"Gi...give me a sec for tha-that..."
She knew it was a joke, and she knew it was stupid - but she laughed anyway.
At this point, you would've originally retracted back down. Thanks to the pill, however, you didn't. Instead, you were still standing proud.
"There you go," you heard your mate say with a sigh. She booped it with her nose just to get a reaction out of you.
"Nnnggh..."
The pill was still strong. It wasn't going away until you came again. You knew that - you didn't have a problem with it, either.
Dash laid her head back down on your lap and started to ask a question.
"I know we were talking about it before, but...remember our first time?"
You were calm enough to recollect it, not to mention speak normally again.
"Yeah...I remember it. I was just so...nervous."
She smiled. "Yeah, you were. I started getting all frisky with you and you were just so..."
Neither of you had the right term for it, but you knew what she meant by it.
"Gosh...just the thrill of it...the way you...and..."
She started rubbing your hips calmly. The feeling of them relaxed you, made you shiver...made you remember.
"You got goosebumps from that?" she asked, noticing. You nodded in response. Dash laughed quietly.
"I think that...that was probably the best day of my life...as far as I can remember."
"Mmm...mine too...though, if I won...my second favorite probably would've been winning that race."
You remember what race she was talking about. It always got her down every time she mentioned it. Losing a race to a bully. You remember how she lost: Extremely cloudy skies all of a sudden. At least, that was how she remembered it. Every time she brought it back up, you reassured her that it was okay.
This time, you tried to ensure that even more.
"Who knows...maybe if you won that race, we'd never have met."
With a smile, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, we would've met. Though, what happened afterwards probably would've been different."
"Like?"
"Well...talking locally for the moment...I probably wouldn't be sitting in this room sucking you dry...now would I?"
You always hated when ponies said this word, but...unf.
"That's pretty descriptive." Short, but descriptive.
"That's my job...sort of."
You laughed. "You're good at it." It made her laugh back at you.
After a couple more minutes passed, Dash got up from her laying position so she didn't accidentally fall asleep on your lap. She crawled over you, letting you intentionally brush against her. You winced in pleasure, and you could hear her shiver slightly.
She sat down on top of you, just above your shaft, so that her tail and back rubbed against it. Leaning down, she embraced your lips with her own, moaning about. It eased her just a tad. You wrapped your hooves around her, meeting her back, just to bring her closer. One of your hooves moved towards her hair, brushing it slowly.
A few moments into the kiss, she pushed her tongue into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, and your tongues met to dance.
You broke the kiss to ask her something.
"You wanna be top or bottom?"
"Bottom. Still a bit sore," she answered casually.
"Alright, turn over."
Dash got up from her sitting position and laid down beside you, flat on her back, aimed to the ceiling. As you were climbing over her, you could hear that the ponies downstairs were still singing songs.
Cider does that to you. It probably had a hefty hoof in what you were doing now too - not that you minded.
Once you were firmly over Dash's figure, you stared at her with kind eyes. She tried lifting her legs to wrap around you, but she was too tired and sore to do it by herself. You helped her by grabbing her legs and carefully wrapping them around.
"Thank you," she said.
"Think you'll be okay?"
With a nod, she added, "I'll be fine. I'll let you know if anything hurts too bad, okay?"
"Okay."
You kissed her again and didn't stop kissing her until were pushing yourself into her. She moaned and whimpered into your mouth, but she did nothing to stop you. It took a few seconds for you to completely bottom out within her, your tip just prodding against her womb.
She broke the kiss. "Fffuck, I missed this."
You didn't blame her. It'd been a couple of weeks since the two of you were alone for this long to really do anything. It was either quick head or a quick rub. Enough for an orgasm, but not enough for any fun release.
Today was finally different.
"O-Okay, I'm good, go."
You pulled out slowly; as soon as you were almost out, you slid right back in, slamming yourself gently into her.
"A-Ah...!" she semi-shouted in what sounded like pain.
"You alright?" you asked as you stopped immediately to check on her.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm g-good. Just...been a while..."
"You're not hurt?"
"No...well...a-a little. It's nothing too bad, though, it's okay."
At first, you were unsure, wanting to be sure she was really okay. But then she pulled you in for another kiss, and with her other hoof, motioned you to keep going.
So you kept on going as she said.
You pulled out halfway then slammed yourself back in, just as calm. Her moan was less pained and more pleasured. She gave a sigh and relaxed her head on the pillow, adjusting it in case you went too hard and accidentally knocked her head into the headboard.
For a good minute, your thrusts were calm, gentle, and slow. It wasn't a painfully slow thrust, but just enough to make you wince and beg for more, but you waited until Dash was perfectly okay with it. With each push into her, she moaned and sighed with bliss, her body moving back and forth beneath you, hardly touching the headboard with the pillow. Your shaft made a slick noise each time it entered her.
"Ah...I...hnng...I hope it ends soon...t-the war, not...nnnot this...I-I...want to do this more...often...oh fuck...faster..."
There it was.
Adjusting your body, allowing your elbows to support you on the bed, you went just slightly faster on her command. Two thrusts a second, her moans were throaty and constant, even as she tried to keep them quiet. She placed a hoof behind the pillow she laid on, supporting her head just a bit, while her other hoof rested on your chest.
"T...Thi-this is how we did it...that night...our first t-ahh...time...~"
She loved talking about the past. It was the one thing she loved the most other than you.
Her favorite thing, however, was talking about the past that involved you. That included your first time.
"Ah...ah...I was telling you that I was...okay...that I was....ohhh...enjoying it...and you were still so..." She laughed in between moans. "...nervous."
You smiled with a pleasured wince. "I...didn't want to hurt you...t-that's all."
"I know."
She lifted her hoof from your chest and rested it on your cheek, giving you an open smile. Her moans were quiet for the moment as she took a good long look at your face. She always loved looking into your eyes whenever the two of you were like this.
Knowing it was you she was looking back to...
"I love you."
You grabbed her hoof with your own, holding it, embracing its warmth, and smiled back at her.
"I love you too."
Moving her hoof away, you went back to kissing her - and you went faster.
You were filling her gently, three times a second. Fast but gentle. She didn't mind it.
She wanted more.
"Harder."
You answered her request and went in harder. It slowed you down to two a second, but the force of it was far more worth it to her. With each thrust, she was gasping and sighing, sucking in air and letting out throaty moans.
Come to think of it...you say 'throaty' a lot, don't you?
"Fuck....fuck...fuck me....ah...nnngh...."
Her gasps had a hint of pain to them. It was likely from her bruises; but she wasn't telling you to stop or slow down. In fact - she was encouraging you to be more rough.
Who knew she liked it that way? You weren't surprised.
Her other hooves emerged from behind the pillow and joined your other hoof, now again rested on your chest, moving back and forth with your body with each push forward, and each pull backward. Every thrust pushed the headboard into the wall. It wasn't loud enough to disrupt the downstairs jigging, but again - anypony nearby or in the next room would hear and understand exactly what you were doing to your mate.
And you didn't care.
You weren't stopping until you were both satisfied.
Every push into Dash brought a loud, sticky slap that echoed. Within earshot, it drowned out the songs. The only song for you now was your lover's sighs, pants, and moans.
In this world, it was your favorite song to listen to.
"Ugghh, fuck...I think I'm close...yeaahhh..yeah, I'm close, fucking close....-"
She unfurled her wing wider than it could be. You hadn't noticed it was already out until just now. It was stiff and soft to the touch. With a simple touch with your hoof, Dash shivered in ecstasy, already on the edge with each thrust into her.
You helped her out.
Laying down onto her, Dash moved her hooves and wrapped them around your shoulders, all the while you gently preened her wing, pulling off a couple of feathers...and all the while, you started licking and nibbling her neck as carefully as you could.
She didn't last long after that.
"I'm...!" A gasp. "Fuck!"
With a clamp around your body, Dash came. Her legs locked themselves tightly around your waist and didn't let you go. You kept thrusting, all while Dash's fluids came flowing freely out, squirting all over your shaft and even onto the bed-sheets. It was no surprise that she was a squirter.
At least, not a surprise to you, anyway.
You continued to nibble on her neck and preen a few more feathers before you resorted your attention to licking and pumping. Dash continued to cum for several more seconds, moaning loudly into the air.
By the end of it, your mate was gasping for air as she finally came down from her high. When she looked up to you, her eyes were frozen on yours.
"Was I loud, sorry..."
It sounded less like a question and more of a reverse sentence.
"It's okay, y-you're good," you reassured her with a quick kiss. She was drooling on the side. You gave it a quick wipe.
Your pelvis and base were sticky and wet now, and only getting wetter with every push in. The sensation for Dash at this rate was beyond imaginable. She couldn't think straight or talk straight. She let out concealed moans and squeals, trying not to let them be too loud.
Finally, you could feel it.
"Hey, I'm close."
With a sigh and a moaned laugh, she answered, "G-Gooood..."
You laughed with her before speeding up just a bit. She didn't object to it, but rather laid there, still holding you tightly. In fact, the increase in your thrusts brought her back to reality if just for a moment.
"Ohhh, fuck~"
You had to ask her.
"Are you...?"
She knew what you were getting at and shook her head. "Not 'till Last Rise. You can finish inside, if you want."
"You sure?"
"Goddess, just fucking fill me....~"
You didn't ask her anything else, and started to finish up. Just seconds later, she reached a hoof out and turned your head to look at her.
"I wasn't being rude or anything, you know."
You smiled.
"I know."
To let her know that you knew, you kissed her again, maybe for the tenth time tonight. Neither of you minded. Your lips slid back and forth with each thrust, and each thrust made her moan into your mouth. You got faster, and her eyes closed as she focused on the pleasure, as if she wanted to cum again, if just to cum with you. You wouldn't mind that either.
You were back to three a second, and with each second, the coming orgasm grew with further anticipation. You wanted to cum so bad, to let your mate feel it, let her know how much you loved her.
And you did just that.
"Daashh...~"
You thrust three more times. With a final, deep push into her, you let out a shaky, rattled moan as you came inside your lover. Each twitch of your shaft let out a string of sticky white that coated her insides. It shook her, made her shiver and moan with you. You breathed in and sighed hard as another rope came out. You gripped the sheets, held her tightly. Your eyes looked into hers as you went in to kiss her, and even through that kiss - your eyes still made contact.
She knew.
You knew.
After twenty seconds, you were spent at last. Your body weakened, you fell calmly onto Dash, careful not to hurt her too much, and pulled out of her. The two of you were left breathing, trying to regain your air and composure. Your shaft finally shrank and retracted this time.
As you caught your breath, Dash spoke up shakily.
"I-I...hngh...I think I came again..."
You laughed again, and she did so too, weaker than you.
With whatever strength you had left for the moment, you got off Dash carefully and fell beside her. As she turned on her side to see you, you saw her wing slowly retract. You looked her in the eyes once again and smiled.
The two of you said nothing for another couple of minutes, laying down and trying to stay awake. Dash's eyes were slowly opening and closing. She would likely fall asleep any minute if you didn't say anything.
"You...you wanna go take a shower? Maybe wash this off?"
Her mouth curved. "Maybe in a...a bit. Can't really m-move right now."
So did yours.
"Okay."
Within a few minutes, neither of you got up to shower. The both of you had fallen asleep, wrapped in the other's arms, held close for comfort.
It was no big deal to either of you. There was always later.
It was worth the smell.
It always was with her.