> Dash of Humanity: Private Moments
>  by Kaidan
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> 0. Foreword
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This is a series of side-stories to Dash of Humanity. Each chapter title will be numbered to show which chapter it follows. The first chapter, 4a, occurs after the end of chapter 4.

Reading the original is encouraged so you get the premise and the setup. This story expands the innuendo of the teen version into short stories about Don exploring Dash's sexuality, and the sexual warfare that ensues.

It's not going to have any ground-breaking revelations to the main story in order to keep it optional. Hopefully you will find some amusement in the gender-bender humor and other sexual escapades contained within.
> 4a. Three Can Keep a Secret... Bath Tub Scene
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	Dash finally got home after our long day in town. We had convinced Twilight to help, but now she wanted more than anything to just take a bath and relax.

She walked into the bathroom and turned the hot water on in her tub. Between the knobs was a multi-purpose nozzle to fill the bath or serve as a flexible shower head. As it filled up with water she got a towel out.

She started running the hot water and put her hooves into the tub. Leaning back, she let herself slide onto her wings. Dash was now belly up in the tub, half-floating, as the hot water soothed her muscles.

She reached for the water to turn it off, and instead knocked the shower head into the water. It was one of those flexible hoses with a shower head on the end, which made sense to help a pony clean their hard to reach areas. In fact, given their shape, I imagine all of their areas are hard to reach.

The shower head landed in the water with a splash and came to rest between Dash’s flanks. She moaned briefly before kicking the shower head away, embarrassed.

[Did. . . did you just got sexually aroused?!]

Shut up! This isn’t a conversation we’re having. I have needs, but not with some horny human sitting in my head!

“Come on, I haven’t been that bad, have I?” I asked. I glanced around in disbelief, as if I hadn’t just gotten control of her body back.

[This. This right here is the worst part of our situation. I can’t even take a bath without getting zapped back into the corners of my mind.]

“Ah, it feels good to talk out loud, doesn’t it Dash?” I laughed softly and felt around for the shower head with a hoof.“Look, maybe tomorrow you’ll be in control more? I mean, the more I’m in control the more exhausted I feel. Maybe that means I’ll spend more time in the back seat?”

[That’d be nice, because right now you seem to be hogging my body.]

Yeah, and your body is so. . . tense, isn’t it?

I smiled and my thoughts went to a dark place—not serial killer kind of dark, but more of a ‘what if I had lady parts’ place. The place all men go to when they wonder, however briefly, what it would be like for a woman.

Of course, Dash read these thoughts and knew what me and the shower head were planning long before it happened.

[Oh no, you don’t! That’s supposed to be private!]

Don’t worry, Dash, I won’t tell if you won’t. Besides, I think you need some release. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like for a stallion?

[That’s besides the point!]

“Not really,” I said. For a minute I thought more about what I was about to do. No human in history had ever been completely swapped to another gender. Sure, I was also a flying pony and in some parallel dimension or something, but I had working lady parts. Once Twilight fixed this, I’d live my entire life wondering what it would have been like if I didn’t masturbate in her body.

Carpe diem.

[Come on, be reasonable, it’s embarrassing!]

And yet I bet it feels amazing? Just a quick one, or the curiosity will kill me.

Before she could protest I sat up and guided the shower head between my legs. During the fall it had turned on, and I felt a large knob on the back of it. The water was pulsing out of it and pushing against my new anatomy.

My other hoof came down to slide along my inner thigh. My view was obscured by the water, but I could feel the large lips that covered my marehood. The waves of water from the pulsing shower caused them to quiver. They almost seemed to wink, and I could feel excitement and warmth spread through me.

[Dude, it’s my b-body!]

Shit, it feels amazing. It’s so sensitive, and is that. . .

I leaned over for a closer look and saw a neatly trimmed patch of rainbow colored hair, surrounding a small bump. Considering ponies always went around naked, her good hygiene made sense. I pushed at the soft patch with my hoof and gasped as the sensitive nub sent energy coursing through me.

Wow, I didn’t know. . .

[Oooh, damn you, Dude. I’ll get you for this but. . . but I really do need it. . .]

I grinned and ran my hoof over my marehood. Good, a little teamwork so we enjoy our bath. Tell me how you like it, dirty mare.

[Fuck you, Dude! I—oh, stick it in!]

My legs spread as I pushed my hoof into my marehood. It pushed past the lips and into my inner fold, parting the smaller lips inside. I began to rub against the sensitive entrance and closed my eyes. It felt like an itch that needed so badly to be scratched, and yet up until I touched it I had not noticed how horribly it needed my attention.

My mind wandered and I wanted something inside of me to see what it felt like. The shower head came over in my other hoof, still set to massage. Pulling my hoof out, I placed the head over my pussy and pushed it down over it.

[Ooh, yes, l-like that.]

The shower head covered my marehood and sent pulses of water deep inside it. I could feel them inside me, a sensation unlike any I had ever felt as a man. Each tiny pulse filled me with pleasure as the water pushed inside me. Each small gap in the pulses allowed some water to rush out, giving the briefest of emptying feeling.

I found myself pushing the shower head deeper into my quivering loins. My other hoof began rubbing back and forth on her engorged clitoris. The sensations were overwhelming me, and yet I had not identified the approaching orgasm.

Is. . . i-it always. . . t-this good?

[B-buck.]

My attempts to communicate were lost, as the both of us could do little but enjoy the sensations. I pushed any doubts out of my mind as I dove in to enjoy this opportunity. 

My hips began to push forward, grinding against the shower head. I moved it around, rubbing at my lips, while it pulsed rapidly into my vagina. My hoof continued to rub small circles over the target, poorly concealed by her prismatic pubes.

It felt like a slow fire was being stoked inside of me. Tingling went up my spine, then reversed and traveled down my legs. I wanted more, and I wanted it now. Bigger, faster, harder—the more I scratched at this itch the worse it became. The urge to get fucked was overwhelming.

The shower head wasn’t enough. I fumbled with the knob on the back, trying to increase the water pressure. I swallowed to wet my dry throat, realizing my tongue had been hanging out of my mouth. How long I had been sitting there, I had no idea, but I felt I had barely started.

Finally the knob clicked into place, and the shower head began to send out pulses of water twice as fast. My hind legs bucked forward, hitting the end of the tub. They tensed up, pushing my back against the end of the bath. 

I had pinned myself in position as I used both hooves to hold the shower head in place, just over the throbbing lips of my pussy. I wanted—needed—more. I jammed it back into place so I could free a hoof to rub my clitoris.

Finally I felt the tipping point. My entire body tensed up, and I noticed my wings go painfully erect from the tense muscles in my shoulder. Each rapid heartbeat stretched out as my entire body felt on fire. I lost all sense of time as the shower head drifted away, and I floated there in pure bliss.

My muscles still twitched, and warmth still flooded my being. The electric sensations were fading, only to be replaced by euphoria, as my brain rewarded my sexual acts.

Exhaustion was setting in on me quickly and I hadn’t even gotten the soap or shampoo out. I decided not to bother as I yawned and stretched out in the bathtub, lost in that one wonderful moment that had seemed to stretch on for an hour.

I felt myself getting up and getting out of the tub. When I tried to get back in, I realized Dash was back in control. The feeling of exhaustion returned and I had to get some sleep.

[T-thank you, Dash. T-that was w-wonderful!]

“Pfft, passing out like a true stallion after round one,” Dash observed.

[. . .]

“Well, don’t worry, Donny-boy, as much as I enjoyed your first time, I’ll be getting even for this.”

Dash smiled as she toweled herself dry. She opened a drawer to check that the contents were still inside and undisturbed. She found what she was looking for, and closed the drawer.

“Oh yes, tomorrow night you’ll be begging for mercy.”














> 6a. Facing Reality, and a Magic Bullet.
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	I still wasn’t sure if I should speak up yet. While Twilight explained my effect on disabling the Element of Loyalty, I had entertained myself by rating the sexual characteristics of her friends. She got very angry when I reached Fluttershy.

I spent some time trying to search her memories to find out why she was so defensive around Fluttershy. Whatever happened between them, Dash kept it close to the center of her mind. I could not reach that far without risking losing myself into her network of memories.

Dash started to smile as she walked into the bathroom and reached into one of the drawers.

I appreciate your good behavior, Dude, but it’s too little too late. I’m going to teach you a lesson on respecting my boundaries in the only way I think you’ll understand.

[Dash, I’m sorry. Look, I don’t know why Fluttershy is a sore subject, but I know it is now, and I’ll leave her out of my jokes.]

It’s not just that. You ignored my warnings, violated me in the bathtub, punched my date, are always being a smart ass, and keep hitting on my friends! You wanted to explore my sexuality so badly? Well, I’m granting your wish.

[Dash? What do you mean?]

I seem to be solidly in control right now, so I’m going to punish your bad behavior by giving you exactly what you want. After this, you’ll apologize profusely and we’ll be even. From tomorrow onward we’re going to work together to fix this mess. Understood?

[I still don’t get what the punishment is.]

Dash pulled a large black object out of the drawer.

[Please tell me that’s a big flashlight.]

Nope! This is the magic bullet. Twelve inches of vibrating pleasure utilizing the finest magic technology unicorns have ever crafted. I know my body much better than you, so I’m going to keep you on edge until you’re begging me to fuck you like the filthy pervert you are. 

Now, I believe somepony wanted to experience the female side of intimacy.

[Hehe, you really had me going there. Good joke! I promise to respect your boundaries and your friends from now on. There’s no need to do anything rash.]

Dash picked the vibrator up in her mouth and walked towards her bedroom.

[Gross! Don’t you know where that’s been? Now, put it down and let’s talk like reasonable adults.]

She climbed onto her bed and laid down, letting the dildo rest between her legs.

So, Don, are you excited for this ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’? Just think, your biggest fantasy is about to come true!

[Please, I’m sorry. This is too much. . . I don’t know what I’m supposed to say!]

Hmph, I don’t think you’re sorry at all. In fact, I think this is just another play to get your way. This is my body and those are my neighbors. You have no right to touch me, or hit on my friends. So I’m going to give you exactly what that one-track male mind of yours wants: I’m going to fuck your brains out, but only after you beg for it.

I was at a loss for words as I watched her reach down and touch the vibrator, turning it on. From my prison in her mind I had no control over her body, yet could feel every movement and sensation she made. It was like I was frozen as she used my body against me, and I could see why my actions in the bathtub had angered her so much.

[I get it now, this feels really uncomfortable. I apologize for the bathtub! Please!]

Whatever do you mean? I am in heat, after all, and I do need release. This is perfectly natural.

Dash lifted the dildo in her hooves and let it slide along her thigh, brushing along her labia and letting it rest in the small patch of rainbow colored pubic hair. The low vibrations teased her clit, slowly starting to arouse her.

To my horror, she leaned over and got a close-up view of the lips of her marehood. She pushed the vibrator against herself a little harder, causing the labia to wink at me. For a brief moment, the darker cyan fur and large folds of her labia parted themselves open. The pink folds of the small, inner lips, thrust themselves out, and the pathway to her womb laid itself open.

[What the hell?!]

Part of my mind seemed connected to Dash, wanting this to go forward as it would surely feel good. The rest of it was scared. If I enjoyed this, would that mean I had turned into even more of a pony? Perhaps this one act would push me past the point of no return. Would I find stallions attractive after this?

It’s called ‘winking’. As I reach the peak of my heat, it’ll happen anytime I smell a stallion. I think it’s important you know about it.

Dash let out a low moan as she pushed the vibrator back against the top of her slit. She teased it downward just an inch. 

I could feel her slit spring open, pulling itself apart to reveal the soft flesh within. The cold air brushed against the wet lips, before being enclosed back inside her sex. I noticed, as she made it wink a few more times, that the entire area was getting damp. Droplets of her fluids were forming around the lips, dripping into her fur. When she winked, some of the juices would leak out onto her surrounding skin.

Each time she did it I found it less weird and more arousing. It was so simple now: this was what I had wanted. This emptiness I was feeling was because there was nothing inside our marehood to fill us up and make us complete.

[What. . . what’s it like?]

Whatever do you mean, Don? What is what like?

[It—having one of those inside you.]

Why don’t I show you? After all, you haven’t even started groveling yet.

I realized what I had just suggested, and tried to distract myself with Dash’s surface thoughts. She was currently daydreaming about a locker room full of Wonderbolts, and one stallion I recognized was bending her over a bench between a row of lockers while Spitfire and others waited their turn.

Interesting, I can feel you enjoying my little fantasy. Feel free to enjoy my daydreaming. It’s only fair you’re allowed to imagine this magic bullet is Soarin’s massive, throbbing cock.

[Okay—wait! I don’t want to imagine I have a stallion inside me!]

Really? Let me show you how it feels.

[Please don’t!]

My focus shifted back to what Dash was seeing, as I tried to ignore the daydream. My eyes gazed down as her marehood blossomed open, winking widely. Dash pushed the tip of the vibrator against the soft, pink inner folds of her pussy.

I could feel the smooth plastic against our skin, and it seemed nearly frictionless among all the fluid we were leaking. Dash slowly pushed the vibrator inside us. It had barely gone an inch in when I felt an incredibly sensation. Her lips were being spread wide open and our thighs twitched. I was opening myself up and receiving the dildo, and the gentle warmth and fullness sent shivers up my spine.

Dash continued to push the vibrator in. I watched, unable to look away, and unwilling to return to the locker room daydream. Two inches, three, four; the vibrator wasn’t painful. It felt like it belonged deep inside me, to plug a hole that should have never been empty. The wide head of the dildo pushed deeper and rubbed against my insides.

I felt our vagina clench down around the shaft of the dildo as it slid in further. The low vibrations weren’t enough to do more than tease me as she got her juices flowing. Dash gasped as we felt the dildo reach its full length inside us. It had reached the end of her slippery canal with a couple inches still visible outside.

The labia between our legs continued to wink, grasping at the dildo and trying to pull it in further. Juice trickled down the crack in our ass towards the bed with each wink.

[This isn’t m-much of a punishment. It feels g-good, but w-wrong. I don’t w-want this!]

Are you sure? I think you do want it. I think this isn’t enough stimulation. I’m going to lay here and daydream on low until you apologize and beg me for it.

[I am sorry, I keep saying it! Just finish us off so we can go to bed.]

Nope. You’re not very convincing, and trust me, I know exactly what we want.

Dash’s hooves began to slide across her nipples, pushing down on them until they hardened. She used the soft frog in the sole of her hoof to rub the top of the nipple. They hardened up like the boners I had once had as a man, and began to ache and tingle. Each time she caressed them I felt ourselves tighten up around the shaft of the vibrator.

Another of her hooves went down to our clit. The small nub was also erect now, and far more sensitive than before. With one hoof she worked a nipple and the clit, switching every so often.

She had a point: this wasn’t enough, and I wanted more. Part of me still had the willpower to resist, to hold out until she gave in instead of me. The itching in the back of my mind was telling me this was still wrong. It was in the minority now, as more and more of myself longed to feel the full force of a proper orgasm.

Inside her daydream, I found Dash on the bench, forelegs tied underneath it tightly. Soarin had mounted her and slid in until his balls rested against her ass. Spitfire walked over and strapped a large red ball gag into her mouth, tightening it painfully.

The pain brought me back to reality, noticing Dash had procured an actual ball gag from somewhere and fastened it into our mouth in the real world.

[The hell? You’ve got problems! Look, I give up. I’m super sorry and want you to fuck me, just don’t keep screwing with me over one damn bath!]

Do you hear how insincere you sound? 

Dash had tightened the ball gag and began to slide the vibrating dildo back out. As she did so, I began to feel horrible. While the dildo slowly retreated from our marehood, I was overcome with longing.

The emptiness and coldness began to consume me. Where there had once been warm sensations of pleasure and the tingling of nerves, there was nothing. Our sex had sealed up behind the dildo as it pulled out, and begged to have the dildo returned.

[S-stop! Please!]

I told you, not until—

[N-no! I mean, put it back in!]

Dash smiled, stopping when the tip of the vibrator was resting against the outer lips. She was drooling around the ball gag in our mouth and chewed on it gently.

Are all men on your planet this easy?

Before I could reply the dildo started sliding back in. My rational mind tried to warn me that this wasn’t right, but I cared only for that incredible sensation of fullness that Dash had robbed, and was now returning to me.

The way it slid in, so slick with our own fluids, caused Dash to tremble. As I lost myself to the sensation of fullness, I found myself back in her daydream. Soarin was sliding in and out slowly in Dash’s vision. I tried to focus back on the real world, as she let the vibrator slide back out a little and push it back in.

I felt the dildo slip out again. [Dash, don’t stop!]

I’m kinda sleepy now.

[No, please! You started torturing me, and now that I finally want it you stop? You’re a monster!]

I still haven’t heard a sincere apology.

[Dammit! I’m really sorry. Please fuck me!]

That’ll do for now.

She bit into the ball gag as the dildo slid back in. It began to vibrate quicker at a medium pace. While on slow, it had seemed to be a gentle warmness buried inside us. Now that it was going faster, it felt like our hairs were standing on end.

Dash’s body started tensing up randomly, and she bucked her hips in the air. I focused on the sensations spreading through her abdomen. And endless wave of heat was pouring out from between her legs, leaving me adrift in pleasure. Our breath was getting rapid as she approached the edge of her climax.

She closed her eyes, forcing me to focus on her daydream, as I could no longer see anything. Soarin was sliding in and out every few seconds. Dash twisted the vibrator around and let it thrust in fully each time.

[Faster, Soarin!]

In the dream, Dash groaned and slid forward as he pushed in all the way. I felt a buzzing as our vagina clenched down around the sex toy, and our hooves dig into the blankets. The fire inside us had reached every corner of our body when the toy shut off and slid out.

The feeling was one of the worst things I had ever felt. As a man, it was nearly impossible to resist finishing myself off. Yet somehow, Dash kept pushing me closer and closer without reaching climax just to mess with me. The emptiness was maddening. The feeling of fullness as she slid the dildo in was the only thing I cared about anymore.

[Fuck! Dash, I swear to god I’ll behave! Please, I’m sorry!]

Dash grinned and ran a hoof over her engorged clit. I felt her shiver and tremble as she toyed with it. 

Ask me to fuck you like the filthy perverted whore you are. Admit that you want a stallion to fuck your brains out.

[Yes, fuck yes! It feels so good, Dash! Fuck me like the filthy whore I am! I deserve it for the bathtub, for hitting on Fluttershy! I’m a fucking pervert! Now FUCK ME, DAMMIT!]

The vibrator rubbed against her clitoris, and I caught a glimpse of her small patch of rainbow hair and the small nub inside it. She then turned the vibrator to full power.

Our body shook in the bed under the onslaught, the overly-sensitive button above her snatch taking in too much at once. It felt electrifying, and our snatch winked so hard I thought it’d swallow the vibrator whole.

Dash kept me there in that maddening state of arousal for a minute, and finally slid the vibrator back in to the hilt. It filled us quickly, causing us to shiver uncontrollably. The warmth had turned to an inferno, and she rolled over to buck against the bed.

The magic bullet couldn’t fit any farther inside of us. The dildo was pinned between her cervix and the bed—and yes, she put all her weight down on it. It still wasn’t enough, I needed more. As she closed her eyes, I joined her in the daydream.

As Dash sped up her bucking against the dildo, the Soarin in her dream grabbed onto her and began slamming himself into her quickly. Spitfire had a belt and was whipping Dash’s neck with it. I could almost feel her tugging at the ropes tying her to the bench.

I found myself genuinely wanting to be fucked harder and faster. I had lost track of time, reaching heights I never had as a human. Even after all this teasing, all this arousal, she was still building up to an orgasm. It was a far cry from the thirty seconds I’d last in real life. In fact, I should be so lucky as to become a mare: they had it all!

I tried to snap myself out of these thoughts, but ended up focusing back on the vibrations deep inside us. The muscles between our thighs had the dildo in a vice grip, pulsing against it rapidly. I felt like I was on the surface of the sun, burning alive, as the pleasure became overwhelming to my male mind.

Dash was nearly flailing as she bounced on the bed, driving the dildo in and out. She braced two hooves against the headboard and pushed herself down one last time and held still.

I was about to ask why she stopped when I felt it.

The feeling of fullness in her vagina expanded, engulfing us. Waves radiated outward, causing every muscle in her body to tense up. Her legs trembled and she curled over as she fought to prolong her climax. Finally, her muscles could stay tense no longer, and she went limp, gasping for air.

I felt the bottled up orgasm escape and was overcome with emotion. Pleasure, warmth, contentment, fire, and electricity. We were bucking the air, and I felt fluid running down our leg onto the bed. The dildo shot out as her pussy clenched shut around it, spraying our juices on the bed sheet.

We rolled around and continued to rub our thighs and inner folds against anything Dash could get her hooves on. She settled on grinding against a pillow and letting the friction slide along her clitoris as waves of ecstasy washed over us.

I was losing my ability to focus on anything. This orgasm was too intense, too much to compare to anything I felt before. I was seeing stars in our mind’s eye, and felt the network of her memories expanding, engulfing me. I knew all her pleasure, all her pain, as the orgasm fused parts of our personalities together.

And it felt amazing.

Dash was still panting and squirming around a little when the orgasm finally faded. The ball gag was unfastened and pulled out of our mouth, revealing a large puddle of drool on the comforter of the bed. She laid there, recovering, as I struggled out of the haze that had filled her mind.

[Dash. . . that was. . . incredible. Can we go. . . just one more time? I’m sorry, I swear I’ll behave!]

D-dude, r-relax. . . That was—I’ve n-never had. . . one that intense. What did you do?

[I don’t think I did. . . anything. It was incredible. . . the way our essence merged in that moment. . .]

And it was e-exhausting. . . I’m going to sleep.

[No! Please, Dash, I need another! I’ll do anything!]

Dash chuckled out loud and pulled the sheets down. She crawled under the blankets on the side of the bed that was less wet, and pulled them back up. We were sandwiched between a layer of clouds and thick, feathery blankets. It was an amazingly warm and comfortable cocoon. I heard the dildo roll off the bed and hit the floor.

Sorry, Dude, I wanna sleep. . . And now I proved my point. You’ll behave now, won’t you?

I thought about it and the intense pleasure only she knew her body well enough to bring us. I thought about what my asshole behavior was really accomplishing, and if it was wise to torment a pony who so completely controlled my fate.

[I’ll behave, Pinkie promise. This is your body and I’m at your mercy. . . I’ll do anything to feel that way again.]

Wow, haven’t I turned you into the little nympho? I want you to behave, not turn into a Catholic schoolpony. After all, I only punish naughty fillies, and I found a few of your smart-ass remarks funny.

[Deal, and thanks again, Dash. I don’t know how you did that, but Soarin is a very lucky stallion.]

She closed her eyes and began to daydream of Soarin again. I could feel our marehood start winking again, and Dash shifted her legs. The arousal was getting the sheets wet. I soon felt her drifting off into a dream, only this time I joined her.

Somehow I seemed to connect with her and was able to experience her dream from her perspective. Now that we’d finally come to an understanding, it seemed like she had opened up more of her mind to me. We hadn’t shared a dream before, and I was interested to see what it was like.

 We were strapped back down to the bench in the locker room. Spitfire had just finished hoof cuffing our hind legs to the bench, and our forelegs were still useless.

I lost track of the fact we were dreaming as as I squirmed against the bench. I felt as if I really was Dash, so I looked up at Soarin. He had stepped over the bench and sat in front of me. He put his forelegs on my back and slid forward.

I licked my lips and shook the rainbow mane out of my way, then granted his dick access to my mouth. It tasted sweet as honey and I swirled my tongue around it as it pushed back into my throat.

I felt another stallion mount me from behind, and flicked my tail out of the way. He was pushing against my anus instead of my dripping slit. There was some pain as he worked his way in and began to fill me up.

This was going to be the best dream ever.




























> 8a. Enter the Sandman
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	A/N: Takes place after chapter eight and is canon to the main story.

“Right there,” Dash said.

I pushed my fingers harder against the muscles beneath her wing. She moaned as I worked my magic. “There?”

“Yeah.” Dash relaxed and pushed her hooves out against the comforter. “Wow, I had humans all wrong, you’re wonderful.”

“Isn’t it great how everything is back to normal? I don’t remember how though. . .”

“Who cares? Just keep kneading those sore muscles,” Dash ordered.

I smiled and continued. With a beautiful mare beneath my fingertips, the small details could wait for later. My attempt to move up to her shoulders was hindered by her displaying both wings for me. “Hey, can you put those away?”

“Not really, unless—” Dash shifted her position and rolled over onto her back.

Both her wings were now pinned flat against the bed, and she spread her legs, letting them fall on the blanket. I found myself standing over her and looking at everything from her neck, down the curves of her ribs, to her nipples, and her glistening marehood.

“—you do something about all this excitement I’m feeling.”

I grinned and began to rub her belly. “Oh yeah? And what might that be?”

She moaned loudly. “Anything you want; this is amazing!”

I began to roll one of her nipples between my finger and thumb. With my other hand, I slid a finger inside her lips and traced the edges of her labia. Her left leg started twitching like a dog while I played with her, and her tongue hung out to the side.

She seemed to be enjoying herself too much to speak. I alternated between her two nipples, occasionally rubbing her belly to tease her.

“M-more,” she whimpered.

I put another finger inside her, rubbing her insides with their tips. She began to buck against them. Her leg stopped twitching as she pushed it into the mattress to get more leverage. I could sense that Dash was close, so I pulled my fingers out. They were covered in her arousal and I could smell the scent of fresh rain. I licked my fingers clean, savoring the impossibly sweet and refreshing taste of her marehood.

“Don, why did you stop?” she asked.

I smiled and leaned forward, taking a long lick along her slit with my tongue. She tensed up and yelped as I buried my face between her legs. A second later, she wrapped them around my head in a vice grip. She was much stronger than she looked, latching me into place to please her.

Both of my hands found their way up to her nipples while I went to work with my tongue. I pushed it in deep, hoping to finish her quickly and get free of her muscular legs. They seemed to pull me deeper and deeper inside her, almost as if threatening to swallow me.

I continued to work my magic, swirling my tongue against the muscular walls of her vagina as my nose rubbed against her clit. She bucked against my face, filling my nose with more of the aroma of fresh rainfall. Each breath of air smelt slightly of ozone and my hairs seemed to stand on their end from the static charge.

She tightened her thighs against my head and came, causing me to squeal from the pressure. My face was mashed into her wet snatch, sealing itself over my mouth and nose. I continued licking, driving her into further ecstasy. Using my hands for leverage, I was finally able to pry her off, albeit reluctantly.

“No, please, let’s do that some more,” Dash whined.

“Heh, I’ll need a minute to get feeling back in my nose and tongue.” I pointed up to my face, which was flush with the fresh rush of blood.

Dash glanced down and I followed her eye movement. “Well, Don, looks like I need to return the favor, and you got me nice and ready.”

I couldn’t deny my own arousal, every aspect of her seemed almost too perfect. Regardless of whatever circumstance had brought the two of us together, I decided not to question it. I climbed on top of her and prepared to enter her.

Dash surprised me and flipped me over, flaring her wings. She began to slide me forward as I retreated towards the headboard of the bed. Once she was satisfied by her position, she braced her front hooves against the wall and dropped herself on me.

I was caught off guard, and yet her aim was perfect. My penis slid in and her flanks slapped against my thighs, her wetness dripping down onto the bed. She had braced herself and pinned me to it, holding me tightly in place.

“Now, how about a little competition? First one to cum loses,” Dash said.

I smiled. “Winner gets to do what they want to the loser?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Deal.”

Dash felt impossibly tight around my shaft, like we were a perfect fit. She used her weight and position to keep me on the bed as she began to ride up and down my erection. Her tight marehood clenched around the head of my dick, and I almost lost control.

I reached down with my hands to tease at her nipples. She couldn’t stop me and keep me pinned at the same time. Wisely, she didn’t try to do both or I’d have flipped her onto her back.

She continued bobbing up and down, faster and faster. We began to bounce against the bed, her weight slamming us back down into the mattress before we traveled too far. She was giving me a wild ride and I was amazed she hadn’t cum yet. As for myself, I could tell I was about to lose this bet.

Just as I passed the point of no return, the wet slapping of our bodies stopped. She bored down my shaft with all her force, pinning me inside her. Dash tightened up and screamed as she came, and I followed seconds later. As my load shot inside her, the tight muscles of her pussy milked my cock for all it was worth.

After a few tense and enjoyable minutes, pinned there in ecstasy, she climbed off.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as I noticed her frown.

“I hate losing.” She crossed her arms and sat looking away from me.

“Hey, but I think you’ll like the punishment.”

I walked over to the nearby dresser and began to pull out leather restraints and a cherry red ball gag. Dash’s head was still slumped in defeat as I began to buckle the bands around her legs, just above the hooves.

“Will you give me another massage? It’d be a shame to waste those fing—”

I cut her off by pulling the ball gag into her mouth. I had it tightened in only a couple of seconds, cutting off her speech. “Losers don’t get to make demands.”

“mm mmph mm mmph!” Dash looked at me furiously, still sitting on her ass amidst a large damp spot in the sheets. She tried to use her forelegs to remove the gag, only to realize I’d already locked them behind her back.

“You’ve enjoyed bondage in Equestria, right?”

She rolled over onto her belly, trying to curl up and stop me from restraining her.

“Hey, you’ve got to be a good sport when you lose.”

I still had to bind her hind legs, yet she had hidden them under her belly. My hands sought out the spot beneath her forelegs and ribs. The entire area from there to the top of her wings seemed very ticklish. My suspicions were soon proven true.

Dash rolled over, struggling to laugh with the ball gag in her mouth. I climbed on top of her, put her back on her belly, and sat above her tail. With her pinned down, she couldn’t curl her legs back up or kick me, and I fastened her legs together. I then ran a rope from her buckled legs to the supports beneath the bed.

Another rope ran under her forelegs and over her back, allowing me to pull her taught without choking her. She was now strapped down to the bed on the edge, her hind legs poining to the floor and her body pointing towards the headboard. She was perfectly vulnerable, her pussy on full display to be used by anyone. Luckily, it would just be me.

She was still squirming, quite angry at having lost. “You’ll have to behave if you want to enjoy this. Otherwise. . .”

I reached up and began to tickle the frog inside her hoof. She gasped and broke out laughing uncontrollably, which sounded ridiculous with the gag in. If I had not been pushing down on her back with my weight, her thrashing could have sent her off the bed. She seemed incredibly ticklish on her hooves.

I continued torturing her with everything from a single finger to multiple fingernails. She was getting short on breath when I finally stopped. After letting her pant for a moment, I decided she had recovered enough for round two.

I ran my tongue along her inner thighs, drinking her arousal. On Earth I’d never seen anything like it. She was flowing like a garden hose, coating her thighs. It tasted so sweet—I couldn’t help myself. Before I knew it, I had licked her clean and had begun to probe her labia in search of more.

Dash was doing her best to buck against my tongue, but had been trussed up too well. I pulled back and heard her start whimpering. Looking down revealed I was ready for round two, so I slid into place.

This time I moaned as she seemed even tighter. Tied down like this, she only had control of clenching up around my member. I grabbed her by the base of the wings, gently at first. As I sped up, my rhythm I began to pull more roughly, causing her brain to confuse the pain and the pleasure.

Before long, I found myself plowing into her, harder than anything I’d felt before. We were both grunting and moaning in joy, before I finally shoved myself in and bottomed out. I began to shoot my seed inside her and noticed several long cyan feathers had been torn off in my hand.

I felt spent and could tell Dash was too. The bed looked so inviting that I laid down on it without a second thought. I felt some struggling, and opened my eyes. Dash had been left tied down to the bed, and looked angry. She clearly wanted let out of the restraints.

“Sorry, Dash, you lost. You’ll be sleeping just like that tonight, because you’re so cute. Yes you are. Who’s cute? Dashie is!” I cooed.

I smiled as she fumed and fell asleep in the bed.



	

Dash woke up in the sleeper car of the train with Fluttershy laying next to her. 

[Good morning, Dash.]

She sighed and felt around under the blanket, finding a damp spot.

Great, a wet dream. How will I explain this to Fluttershy?

[I don’t know, but I think your wing is poking into her face, so you might want to stop that.]

Damn it!

Dash managed to roll over onto the other side of the bed without waking Fluttershy. She then curled a dry blanket around herself and put a pillow over the damp spot.

[Heh, that’s not gonna hide it. So, you dreamt about Soarin? I know I was, and—don’t judge me!—I was sleeping with a pony too.]

Oh, were you a stallion or a mare in the dream, you little pervert?

[Neither, I was human, and I was with a mare.]

I could feel her embarrassment and shame as she realized what had happened.

Wait, did you dream of having sex with me?!

[Who said anything about you? I mean, yeah it was, but not the real you!]

I dreamt of having sex with you, Dude, and you with me!

[Well, there was a massage and a belly rub first.]

Fuck, and then you tied me up—

[—because you lost a bet. Holy shit. We just had sex.]

Yeah. . . was that a dream, or was that us having sex in my brain?

[I, uh. . . I don’t know, but I’m not sure I like the thought.]

Yeah, it’s too weird. Agree never to speak of this again? 

[Agreed. Last night never happened, and we didn’t have sex with each other in your brain.]

Good. Now, I think we can get a few more hours of sleep before we get to the Crystal Empire.

[Oh, why don’t we wake Fluttershy up and have a three way instead?]

Dude!

I started laughing as Dash fumed, and buried her head into the pillow. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing until she fell back asleep. I stayed awake a little longer in the darkness of her mind, hoping to fall back asleep into the same dream I had just left.





















* * * Bonus * * *

An amazing image I found of what Don x Dash would look like, courtesy of Derpibooru and an extremely talented artist.








> 11a. Dash Discovers Derpiboo.ru
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	“Damn it, I’m bored!” Dash shouted out loud. She spun around in my desk chair, sighing.

[Well I’m sorry you’re stuck on Earth in my body, and I’m sorry you’ve got control of it.]

That’s not what is bothering me, it’s that you keep complaining and don’t want me to go on the internet.

[Fine! Then go on, but don’t come crying to me when you find out how glue is made.]

It’s not like you could hide your password from me anyway.

Dash reached over to the keyboard and woke the computer up. She typed in my password and launched Icefox™, the off-brand competitor to Internet Searcher™. Thankfully, Skylight™ 7 didn’t crash on us.

So I was thinking we can go back to that site with pictures of me on it.

[Oh no, of all the things on the internet, why there?]

Because they had nude photos of me, and if they have nude photos of me, they must have some of Soarin!

[Oh god, kill me now. And they’re not photos, they’re art!]

Dash quickly found Ditzy.ou™ in my search history, using my own thoughts against me.

Come on, how often am I going to get the chance to travel to Earth and see. . . holy shit! The site banner says it has over 400,000 photos of ponies!

[Art, and yeah, it does. They’re not all porn though.]

Sure they’re not, you humans are freaking perverts!

[First off, I didn’t know about this until we found it online tonight. Secondly, I didn’t draw any of them!]

Dash pulled up the search bar and typed her name in, as well as Soarin’s. Instantly images of her filled the screen. She almost seemed disappointed to see that they were all decent. 

Hey, I thought I was gonna see Soarin naked.

[Eager to get a piece of that cock?]

What?! No, I just you know. . . for fun.

[Well, it’s porn. You have to type something into the search bar like ‘bondage’ or ‘anal sex’ or ‘teenage co-eds latex bondage M/M/F mast non-con caught’]

I. . . I don’t want to know why that was so specific.

[Check my search hist—]

Nope!

Dash typed in a new search, adding the words latex and sex. She was reward with an animated image of Soarin ramming her pussy relentlessly. Dash was clad head to toe in a latex Wonderbolts suit, and had a thick black bit gag in her mouth. She was drooling all around it.

Shit that’s hot. I’ve just got to—fuck! I forgot you’ve got a dick.

[Yeah, we’re on Earth, remember? I guess you can’t clop now.]

Eh, I’m sure I can figure it out.

[So you’re going to clop to naked pictures of yourself? Up until yesterday you had no idea there was an entire television show and thousands of nude pictures of you, and you’re okay with that?]

Dash clicked on a thumbnail with her and Fluttershy, and I felt myself growing more aroused. I had to admit they were rather sexy in the artwork. Both mares had bright red ballgags in their mouths, and vibrators taped over their clitoris. They each had the others' cutie mark on butt plugs in their ass.

Wow, that’s hot. Well, it’s not like, cheating or anything, if I masturbate to myself.

[It’s sort of creepy.]

Dash reached down and unfastened my jeans, freeing my erection. She began to run my fingertips along the shaft, teasing the member as it finished growing.

[Come on, you’re jerking off to yourself in another person’s body!]

I know, isn’t it freaky? Oh wait, I’ve always had this fantasy… I wonder.

[Oh lord.]

Dash typed in tentacles in the search bar, adding it to her name. She was rewarded with animations of her being wrapped up naked by vines and tentacles and raped.

[Damn it, that is kinda hot.]

See? Why don’t you just like, relax, and let me live out a little fantasy?

[You’re gonna owe me one hell of a favor for agreeing to let you jack me off to pictures of yourself.]

Deal! This is so awesome! Just sit back and let a girl fantasize. . .



	

Daring Dash walked down a pathway deep in the Everfree. She had been exploring the area for any sign of the evil Dr. Weird™, a super-villain magician unicorn. He was known far and wide as one of the most nefarious and handsome unicorn villains of all time.

Her wings had been injuried, leaving her unable to pull off a Sonic Rainboom and scare the villain out of hiding.

[Come on, Dash, that’s so cliche.]

Shut up, I’m trying to keep you hard.

[Hey! Tons of guys have that problem. . .]

Less talking more fantasizing!

Dash stepped into a clearing and readied her whip. The forest was dead silent, and she could tell something was off. Suddenly, she noticed a purple flower in the middle of the clearing. Sweet scents of lavender drifted off of it. Dash saw a lonely pink butterfly drift past the flower, flying out of the clearing.

She felt drawn to the plant, unable to resist the sweet aroma. Her mouth was watering, and part of her felt like eating the flower. Dash knew better than to try and eat a wild flower in the Everfree. Yet, even from a few feet away she could already taste something as sweet as honey on her tongue.

Dash looked around, seeing she was alone in the clearing. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to just nibble off a petal and test the plant.

[I’m rolling my eyes.]

Hey! If you interrupt again I’m gonna jam your dick in a bowl of ice. Let me have my moment.

[Fine, I’ll shut up and let you get off.]

Ahem.

Dash looked around, seeing she was alone in the clearing. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to just nibble off a petal and test the plant. She leaned forward, breathing the scent in deeply and closing her eyes. Her skin tingled and warmth flooded her cheeks, causing her to blush.

With her front teeth she pulled off a single petal, and chewed. That single petal was impossibly moist, the honey flavor spreading across her entire tongue and down her throat. Dash was so lost in the taste, she hardly noticed her pussy winking at the empty clearing. Muscles clenched up, until her clitoris peeked out before being sucked back into her moist marehood.

Dash looked around the clearing and, content the flower was safe, she smiled and bent down to eat it. She bit down on the stem of the flower, attempting to eat it in one bite. The stem was too tough to chew threw, so Dash continued to grind her teeth against it.

Having made no progress, Dash tried to let go and lift her head up. Her jaw felt stuck and she gasped, feeling thick honey flowing from the stem out across her teeth. Dash yanked her head back hard, but the plant didn’t budge. Her teeth were still lodged in the stem of the flower.

There was a burst of pollen, filling Dash’s throat and nose with the sickly sweet aroma. She sneezed, spraying a thick yellow dust out her nose. Dash felt woozy, falling onto her ass, unable to keep her balance. She felt like she was on fire, her skin sweating profusely and the lips of her pussy dripping from her arousal.

The flower inside Dash’s mouth began to unfurl and expand. The petals stuck to the roof of her mouth and her tongue. With Dash unable to get her teeth off the stem, her mouth was filled up by the flower. Her screams were muffled, as she could not escape as the plant sealed itself in place.

Dash knew she was in trouble, but the pollen from the plant had taken hold of her quickly. The flower bent towards the ground, allowing the dazed pony to flop to the ground. Dash’s legs began stretching out, clawing at the dirt as she was lost in euphoria.

Several vines and roots began to emerge from the ground. The vines helped guide her hind legs under the roots, which pulled themselves back into the dirt. Her legs became pinned in the soft earth beneath her.

Dash moaned as more pollen and honey filled her mouth. With the flower expanded, it all managed to reach her lungs. The honey rolled down the back of her throat towards her stomach, nourishing her and numbing her throat.

Several small finger-like appendages spread out in her mouth and started to twist their way down her throat. Dash whimpered, feeling neglected that the flow of honey had stopped. She then felt something inside the stem of the flower moving, and a vine emerged from the flower, following the feelers down her throat. 

Dash couldn’t gag, having been numbed, and felt the vine slide down towards her stomach. The smaller appendages had found her lungs, allowing her to breath despite the large vine now planted in her throat.

The vine began convulsing and pumping honey into her stomach. Some of the honey still trickled out of the flower onto her tongue. She struggled to lick the delicious treat up, but her tongue was pinned by the flower. Dash’s stomach felt full and more warmth and euphoria spread throughout her.

When she began to get too full, Dash tried to shift her positions. She found all four of her legs had been pinned by the roots of the plant. She gasped into the flower as she felt a vine prodding her marehood.

Dash’s marehood was soaked from her arousal and the potent drugs in her system. She felt her nether-lips begin winking, pulling themselves so wide apart she imagined she could take Soarin to the hilt in one wink. Her pleasure button popped out and the vine rubbed it, then followed it inside her pussy.

The vine writhed and drove itself deeper inside her. It began to spiral and rotate around, rubbing itself against her like a corkscrew. It expanded until it filled her vagina completely, stretching it slowly outward. Dash felt overwhelmed by the feeling of complete fullness inside her.

Her breathing was fast and ragged, and the vines were shooting more of the honey into her stomach and pussy. A third vine, not wanting its prey to feel neglect, pushed up against her tight ass.

Her virgin pucker clenched down, trying to prevent the vine from entering. Yet, the honey it sprayed onto her ass caused her to relax, loosening up her muscles. As the vine slid in, Dash felt a new filling of fullness.

The vine in her intestines continued to push in further, ejecting as much honey as it could. The vine pulsing in her pussy was pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. The pressure between the vines rubbing together in her ass and pussy was too much.

Dash bit down on the stem, unable to control herself as her temperature continued to rise and she sweat more and more. She began writhing around, wishing the plant would hurry up.

The vines and roots tightened around her, squeezing her painfully. Dash’s teeth were biting the stem so hard that the plant thought she was trying to escape. Yet, in truth Dash was merely tensing up to prolong and ride her pending orgasm as long as possible.

Her muscles were burning and she was trembling all over. Her vision was fading to white and her breathing had stoppe—



	

Oh, FUCK YES!

[Wow.]

Whew, I can’t believe you didn’t want me to masturbate to myself.

[Well, you have quite the imagination. Now, would you mind wiping all of that cum off my stomach?]

Oh, hehe, of course.

[Thanks. So, what happened to you next in the fantasy?]

Eh, I don’t know why, but now that you orgasmed I don’t care.

[What? No, I want to know what happens.]

Hey, it’s your body. You tell me why you can only have one orgasm and then you lose all interest in sex.

[All males can only have one orgasm. Usually I fall asleep after having one, it’s a great way to relax.]

Heh, stallions can come just as often as mares. You humans are missing out.

[Ugh, whatever just please finish the story for me?]

Well, I can try. . . but now that you’ve blown your load I just don’t feel like my heart would be in it, Dude.

[Please, Dash! Don’t leave me hanging!]

Wait. . . now you’re turned on by imagining me naked! Dude!

[You started it! Now finish it!]

Fine, but only because you’re starting to get hard again. Maybe I can force one more out.

[Thank you!]



	

Her muscles were burning and she was trembling all over. Her vision was fading to white and her breathing had stopped.

Dash felt the vines thrust deeply into her, vibrating the thick stalks and shoving her over the edge. She gasped for air, letting all her muscles relax for a brief moment. Dash then clenched down on the vines, milking every drop of honey out of them as she began to spasm uncontrollably.

She felt so full, fuller than she had in her whole life. The warmth was electrifying and her sweaty, exhausted muscles continued to thrash around against the soil. Dash could feel honey leaking out of all her orifices, coating her wet fur.

Dash wanted to feel more, wanted the orgasm to last a little longer. The feeling of something bulging past her teeth gave her just the extra stimulation she was looking for. The plant continued to push a large seed down the vine in her mouth, towards her stomach.

Her jaw widened to the point that tears started to roll from her eyes in pain. Yet, with her orgasm hitting her full strength the pain only caused her more joy. As her mouth closed down around the seed, it began to stretch out her throat. Despite it being numb, she could feel every inch of the bulge in her throat. The large bump caused her neck to swell to nearly double its size, miraculously not killing her.

It continued to slide down, making her feel twice as full as either vine in her hind quarters. The seed sped up its descent until plopping in her stomach. Dash coughed, spraying some honey out of her nose. She then realized how bloated her stomach was as her orgasm faded, giving her one last jolt of adrenaline and pleasure.

Dash’s post-orgasm bliss allowed her a few moments of rational thought. She was pinned down in the clearing, her stomach having swollen up to twice the size of a pregnant mare. Several inches of honey had coated her entire skin. Dash had not been sweating, but had been getting encased in honey by the plant.

Already she could feel the honey thickening and hardening. She could feel her stuffed pussy and ass leaking honey, and felt it dripping out her nostrils. Dash couldn’t fathom how the honey had so completely filled every inch of her, then remembered the vine that had gone into her lungs. Without the plant keeping her alive, she would literally be drowning in honey.

Dash moaned and squirmed under the thick layer of honey, closing her eyes as a vine shot a hot load on her face. She had now been completely covered in the thick syrup, and already most of it had hardened.

The seed in her stomach was incubating, and Dash began to feel the drugs in her system re-exerting control. She had no idea if she would become plant food, or if she was just incubating the seed. Whatever her fate, Dash was powerless to stop it.

Unbeknownst to Dash, Dr. Weird™ stood at the edge of the clearing. He watched as her body was racked with another orgasm, and he twirled his mustache.

“Yes, Daring Dash, you were no match for my Honeysuckle plant! Mwahahaha!”



	

[Just. . . wow, Dash. You should totally write fan fiction.]

Heh, no thanks. I’m not some loser who sits at home writing fan fiction when they could be flying and doing stunts. Maybe Twilight will want to write fan fiction.

[Hah! Could you imagine her writing fan fiction? That’d be horrifying!]

Yeah, we can agree on that. So, what now?

[Well, I guess we just get some sleep, and I try not to think about how you just jacked off twice to a flash animation of yourself being raped by vines while fantasizing about a plant capturing you, raping you, planting a seed in your stomach, and force-feeding you until you nearly burst. I must say, you’re my kind of kinky.]

Hey, you almost sound jealous. Not all mares are prudes. I like to experiment.

[Well I’m glad to hear you say that, because I promise when this is over I’ll show you just how dexterous my fingers are.]

Deal, and I’ll give you a wing job.

[Wait, that’s a real thing?]

Dash chuckled, wiping the last of the lotion and ‘excrement’ off of me and tossing the tissues in the trash. She yawned and headed to my bed, flopping down on it to sleep.

Good night, my little Donny.












> 13a. Bonus Chapter: Fluttershy's Happy Ending
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	After the stress of searching for Cadance all day in sub-zero temperatures, it was nice to be curled up on a warm bed with Fluttershy massaging Dash’s sore muscles. We were so relaxed that I didn’t even notice when I got control of Dash’s body back. Both of us were just melting into the mattress.

“Thanks, Fluttershy,” I said.

[Oh, good you’re in control. I’ve never felt this relaxed. I just want to curl up and sleep.]

Not until after this massage, it’s incredible!

“Oh you're welcome, Dash.” Fluttershy pushed down, causing a joint in my shoulder to pop.

The only thing this is missing is a happy ending.

[I. . . almost agree with you, but she’s my friend not some cheap masseuse.]

Say, you always seem a little up-tight around her. What gives? Is it because you’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be with a mare?

[What?! I. . . no! That’s preposterous!]

“Fluttershy, could you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Sure, Dash.”

I turned my head to look at her. She was sitting to my side and kneading the muscles in my back. “Well, it may be a little awkward. . .”

[Wait, you’re really gonna ask?]

Yeah. If you like it, you can blame me in the morning. And if you don’t like it, you can blame me in the morning. You know you’re curious.

[No way!]

Please!

[. . . fine, but only if you tell her it is you first.]

Ha! I can totally pull this off.

“Yes?” Fluttershy paused and waited for me to speak. I glanced around, seeing the other ponies had gone to sleep.

“Well, it’s actually Don now and you see. . . Dash has been in heat. It hasn’t been so bad, but it’s like this itch I can never get rid of! And I was so relaxed with this massage, I mean, if it’s not too weird and you could just uh. . . lend me a hoof?” I asked.

Fluttershy blushed and glanced away from me. “Oh, I see. Well um. . . that’s asking a lot.”

“Have you ever wondered? I mean, I know Dash has.”

[Hey! Watch it, buddy.]

“Well, actually. . . yes, but I have enough trouble trying to find a nice stallion to date,” Fluttershy admitted.

[What?!]

“Okay, so I’m just some human guy, and you and Dash are best friends. I personally think you’re the most beautiful mare out of the bunch here.”

“You’re just saying that,” Fluttershy replied.

“Ask Dash tomorrow, I’m always telling her how hot you are. So I can’t promise much because I’m making this up as I go, but why don’t we go to an empty room in this hotel and fool around?” I asked.

“I. . . well, okay. I suppose if Dash is okay with it and it’ll just be as friends, and a human who thinks I’m cute.” Fluttershy glanced back at me, barely able to hide her excitement.

It’s a little odd she’s so open to this, but I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth!

[That’s because she—]

Shh! Don’t ruin the moment.

“Dash is okay with it, let’s go!”

I got out of bed and walked on the tips of my hooves to the door, followed closely by Fluttershy. We walked a few rooms down and opened the door, creeping inside and climbing onto the bed.

“Alright, so how do we do this?” I asked Fluttershy.

“Well I um. . . it’s been a while.”

Any ideas, Dash?

[Don’t ask me, I don’t fool around with mares oft—I mean ever.]

Oh, someone was a naughty filly in college, eh?

[Look, your guess is as good as mine. You stick your tongue inside her snatch and wiggle it around.]

Well, when you put it that way I can’t possibly do it wrong.

[Look, just do what Fluttershy does.]

Heh, yeah. I’m sure she’s been with lots of mares. She’s so shy and innocent.

“Okay, Don. We’ll do this but you have to Pinkie Promise not to tell anypony. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Dash, and we have an ‘understanding’ when one of us is in heat and can’t find a partner,” Fluttershy explained.

Aha! I knew it, you two naughty mares have totally scissored!

[Shut up and don’t gloat, okay? I’m going along with this crazy idea of yours so show some gratitude! Believe it or not, she’s still my best friend and this is a very intimate act!]

You're right, sorry. I’ll behave and enjoy this gift you’re giving me.

[Thanks, there may be hope for you yet.]

“Okay, just guide me in the motions, I haven’t done this before,” I explained.

Fluttershy smiled. “You’re lucky I’ve been a bit frisky lately, and we’re very far away from Big Mac.”

“Wait, you two are dating?” I asked, feeling very jealous.

“What? No, but well he’s just so nice and helpful, and he told me if I ever needed anything. . .” She began blushing furiously.

“Hey, I’m sorry, it’s none of my business. You just seem so shy and innocent. I think that’s why I like you, you’re like a mother.”

[Wow. You’re definitely a virgin. You get a girl in bed and tell her she reminds you of your mother?]

What? Not my mother! I Just—ugh!

“I um. . .”

“Look, I didn’t mean it, you’re just very kind and nurturing. . . uh, I really like your hair! And your flanks. Can I feel them, please? They look soft as butter.”

She smiled and grabbed my foreleg, pushing my hoof against her flank. “Do you really think it’s that soft?”

“Yes, and Dash agrees. Why don’t we get to business, I feel like the more I talk the further into a hole I’m gonna dig myself.”

“Good. I’m tired of talking. The safe word is banana.”

“Why would we need a—oomph!”

Fluttershy tackled me, knocking me onto my back and shoving her tongue into my mouth. When the shock passed, I started to wrap my tongue around hers and enjoy the kiss. It felt amazing, and I hardly noticed how deftly she had begun to rub her hind leg against my snatch.

I started moaning, breathing a bit of air in through her mouth. She continued kissing me until I felt warmth and dampness between my legs. I finally realized what she was doing, she was getting me ready.

I shifted my weight and managed to rub my leg against her belly. My leg slid around until I found her marehood, and began to rub against it, letting the friction heat her up.
 
Fluttershy finally came up for air, smiling. “It’s been too long since we’ve done this, Dashie.”

“What do yo—” Fluttershy put a hoof on my lips, silencing me.

“Don, shut up and enjoy this. You don’t need to know everything about me and Dash.”

I nodded my head, afraid that if I tried to dig deeper into their apparent ‘friends with benefits’ relationship, she wouldn’t pleasure me with a happy ending.

“Now, try to do what I do. I won’t let you come until you’ve pleased me.” Fluttershy kissed me, pulling back before I could get my tongue into her mouth.

She stood up and I began to wonder what she was up to. She spun around until I had a hind leg on each side of my head. She flicked her tail to the side, giving me a better view of her winking marehood. It amazed me how animated and large the lips were.

Curiosity was getting the better of me, my mind able only to focus on the musky scent wafting down to me. Before I could ask how we were going to do this, she sat down. I gasped in shock, feeling two wet lips slap over my muzzle. My pony anatomy wasn’t like my human anatomy, it was much more rounded and jutted out further.

She slid up and down along the bump on my face, our lips rubbing together. Each breath filled my lungs with her scent of arousal. I swore I could smell some hay and fresh cut grass. I wasn’t sure why, but it made me breathe even deeper.

While I got used to having my vision filled with her dripping pussy, I caught sight of her tight bum. The way her flanks curved up into it, and the tail burst out just above it was fascinating. Her ass was the most beautiful thing I’d seen while on Equestria.

I licked my lips, swallowing a mixture of my saliva and Fluttershy’s arousal. It definitely tasted like some sort of sweet plant. I wasn’t sure why, but I always assumed it’d taste like fish.

[You’re a natural.]

T-Thanks.

Fluttershy yanked my hind legs out, pinning them to the bed with her forelegs. She then hooked her hind legs under my head. From this position, she was able to hold my muzzle against her marehood, forcing me to breathe her scent. I lapped a bit at her dripping flower, enjoying the taste.

With my own hind legs pinned, I felt her teasing my own pussy. She lapped gently at my clitoris every time I winked, teasing me in the worst way possible. It felt amazing, but was so brief it aroused me without offering any relief. I began to wink faster, and Fluttershy continued to torment me.

I squirmed but I was pinned helplessly beneath her. After a few minutes of this torture, I realized she was waiting for me to start licking her own marehood. As soon as I stuck my tongue out, I felt the two slick folds squeezing at it. I searched around, running it up and down until I felt the small nub I was searching for.

When Fluttershy winked and her pleasure button extended a bit, I sucked on it with my lips. It vanished back inside her with a wet plop, and I heard Fluttershy gasp. She must have enjoyed what I’d done, because I felt her tongue push in deeply, chasing my own clitty as it receded back inside me.

I paid attention to how she moved her tongue, seeking out the points where my lips met and teasing it, then running along the side, making my marehood quiver in anticipation. With what focus I could muster, I began to search again for that magical spot that would make Fluttershy gasp. I ran my tongue along the sides of her labia, top to bottom and back again.

It was maddening, trying to focus on her while she teased my body in ways I couldn’t imagine. Dash was truly blessed with this body, and my own male mind was struggling to keep up. We’d barely started and yet muscles were twitching throughout my legs. There was warmth growing in my stomach, spreading to my limbs. My mind was slowly going blank, yet I could feel a reassurance about it. I was safe with Fluttershy.

There was a gentle nibble at my marehood, causing it to tense up and eject a small spray of fluid. When the shiver finished running up my spine, I felt Fluttershy push her weight down on my face. I nipped at her own flower, feeling her wink wide open against my face in response.

I figured deeper was better and leaned forward, driving my tongue in as far as I could. Thought I could not breathe, I could still hear her moaning from my sudden enthusiasm.

Fluttershy was not ready to be outdone, deciding to put my enthusiasm to shame with her experience. She stuck her tongue inside me while suckling at my pussy. My legs were quivering as she somehow managed to find my clit, wrapping her tongue around it. I began to wink, and she somehow managed to suckle until she had the pleasure button between her teeth.

The feeling of her teeth and lips over my clitoris was too much to bear. I couldn’t focus on pleasuring her, due to the electric sensation shooting straight up my spine to my brain. My breathing was run ragged as she expertly teased me, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm unlike any from my previous experimentations with Dash.

There was a feeling of cold air as my marehood closed up due to Fluttershy lifting her head up. “Now, Don, I know it feels good but you have to keep going if you want that happy ending.”

“OOmph mmph!” I said enthusiastically, sticking my tongue back inside her. She still had my head trapped between her legs, which were stronger than they looked. I had no choice but to please her, which was good. Were she not supporting my head I wouldn’t be able to focus past the waves of pleasure in my snatch long enough to eat her out.

Oh Celestia! How. . . How can I focus with her. . . doing that?!

[Just. . . listen to her. . . have to. . . get off.]

Luckily our lips were still pushed together. All I had to do was stick my tongue out and it was right where it needed to be. As I swallowed a mouthful of spit and arousal, I felt her squirt another spray of liquid into my mouth. I pushed my tongue in further, shaking my head from side to side so my muzzle rubbed against her marehood.

Fluttershy had begun to clench her muscles against my skull. She was also pushing in deeper, and relaxing her grip on my legs. She swirled her tongue around in one direction while rubbing her muzzle against my outer pussy lips in the opposite direction.

I tried to mimic her moves but couldn’t. Instead, I focused on licking from the bottom of her pussy, up into her vagina, then curling it into a scoop and drawing it back out. I was able to lick the full length of her, diving in as deep as my tongue allowed.

My amateur techniques must have hit the right spot. She clenched her thighs against my head, cutting off my air. Juices sprayed out of her snatch, coating my lips, nose, and some of it managing to find its way into my mouth. I felt as if my whole face had been sucked into her wet pussy.

When she stopped shaking and regained control, I felt her tongue seek out my clitoris. I tried to pull my head back to breathe, but she held it fast. The warmth in my body and the burning in my lungs combined until I lost myself. I felt muscles tensing up and shaking throughout my body.

Fluid shot out of my marehood, and Fluttershy lapped it all up. The orgasm lasted longer than I could have imagined as a man. Only after what felt like hours of pleasure did she release my head, letting me slump onto the mattress.

Every move she made served to heighten the pleasure, leaving me panting on the bed with my tongue lolling out of my mouth. She got up and laughed, wiping her muzzle off and looking at me.

I tried to get up but was so exhausted that I couldn’t. “Thanks.”

Fluttershy nodded. “After all you’ve put up with, you earned it, Don.”

She pulled a blanket over me and flopped me onto my side, then tucked it around me. I couldn’t have been any happier, then she crawled inside the blanket with me, wrapping her legs around my chest and stomach. I wanted to thank her again, to tell her how amazing this night had been, but I had already fallen asleep.













> 14a. Soarin's Hot Coffee
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	I had to lean into Soarin to keep my balance as he led me up to my room. I only had two glasses of wine, but this smaller pony body meant I got buzzed far sooner than I thought I would.

Hey, Dash, I feel funny. . .

[Why? It wasn’t that much wine.]

No, there’sh something tugging at me “back there”. . .

I felt muscles tighten up and my tail twitched upwards. Just below it, the lips of my marehood blossomed outward until the moist pink flesh hit the cool night air. It then retracted back inside.

[Oh, I’m really horny!]

Haha, horny. . . you think Soarin will “help” with our problem?

[Are you sure you wanna do that, Don?]

I stubbed my hoof on the last stair, nearly falling over. “Easy, Dash,” Soarin said.

The pain seemed to sober me up a bit and I smelled an unusual aroma in the air. It was musky, and smelt almost like pine trees and fresh rain. I followed the smell back to Soarin, and buried my muzzle in his hair. “Sorry, you smell wonderful.”

[Don, hey! Are you paying attention?]

Hehe, lighten up. You want this, don’t you? We both want it. I don’t know why but it sounds like fun!

I began to giggle as we entered my bedroom. My balance had improved but I was still enjoying the warm glow of the wine I had drank. For a moment, I recalled feeling horny on Earth, but this was something different. My entire ass felt hot, radiating heat and giving off an odor I’d occasionally catch a whiff of. My muscles kept tightening up and relaxing, and something akin to an itch was tormenting the inner folds of my equine anatomy.

Oh, this is driving me crazy.

“You need a hoof taking that necklace off?” Soarin asked.

“No, I’m shupposed to wear it, incase of Dishcord, haha.” I smiled and walked towards my dresser.

“I’m going to go wash up, Dash. I’ll be right back,” Soarin explained. He stepped into my bathroom and closed the door.

Hey look! Mail!

[If you’re sure, go for it.]

I walked over to the box on the floor, hardly registering Dash’s apprehensive tone. I was finally helping her get together with Soarin. Besides, all I could think about was the yearning deep in my gut, of pleasing my biological drive, and the warmth of the alcohol. Dash would thank me later.

On top of the box was a short note.



Dear Dash,

You weren’t home so I dropped your package off.

-Derpy



“Oh Goody, a present!” I bit the twine and pulled it off the box, then lifted the lid. Inside was a folded black-and-white cloth, with a small note from Rarity. Patience was never my strong suit so I threw the note aside and pulled out the cloth.

As soon as I touched the black satin, it began to glow in a blue aura as a spell activated. I dropped the clothes and backed up. They began to hover in the air in front of me.

Dash?!

The largest bolt of fabric launched at me, going over my head and forcing my legs up, then through the sleeves. The magic numbed me as it molded me and the clothing together, dressing me in mere seconds.

During my struggles, I fell to my side. Black satin was clinging tightly to my sides as stockings unrolled themselves up my legs. Strips of the cloth began to tie themselves into my mane, and one strip tightened around my tail.

My heart was racing and I tried to pull one of the stockings off my foreleg. While I was doing this, something hit me in the forehead and fastened itself. I scrambled backwards across the floor, and realized the spell was over.

Across from me was a vanity mirror, so I stood up slowly and approached it. The maid’s outfit that Rarity had made for Dash was clinging to each curve of my body. I tried yanking a stocking off again, but nothing happened.

[Oh, it’s a spell to help a non-unicorn get dressed. Relax!]

Whoa, that scared me half to death. I, uh. . . Can’t we just do this like normal ponies?

I walked over to the box and looked around for Rarity’s instructions. A gust of wind must have blown them away, and I made my way over to look under the bed. I had to crouch forward on my forelegs to reach under the bed. The note was in front of me, visible in the moonlight.



Dear Rainbow Dash,

I’ve enchanted your maid outfit to help things along. I guarantee he’ll find you irresistible. And to ensure you don’t get another case of cold hooves, the spell won’t fade for eight hours.

-Rarity



Bah, it’s so frilly. I mean, it’s nice and soft and all, but I’d never be caught dead dressed like this.

[Yeah, me either.]

“Mother of Celestia. . . wow,” Soarin said.

I tilted my chin towards my chest to look behind me, and saw Soarin standing in the bathroom doorway. That was when I realized my ass was sticking straight up in the air on full-display while I rummaged around under the bed. I began to wiggle out and tried to cover myself with my tail.

After I crawled out from under the bed, I saw one of the black bows tied to my tail to keep it out of the way of my hind quarters.

“Oh, Soarin. . . I, uh, well a friend said stallions like maids. . .” I was confused, trying to sort through mixed memories. It was hard to recall if it was me or Dash who wanted a maids outfit, or which of us was more eager to be mounted by Soarin. That was when I noticed he had put his Wonderbolts outfit on. “Hey! Nice suit, haha!”

I smiled and sat down, watching him strut over to me, displaying his impressive wingspan to me. “I’ve never seen a mare as beautiful as you, Dash.”

“I, um. . . big wings, very big. . .” My mind struggled to process the strange emotions of arousal and attraction I was getting, overwhelming the small piece of humanity left in me that was trying to warn me.

Soarin had closed the distance and kissed me, sending a familiar flush of warmth through my cheeks. He had freshened his breath and I could taste mint as I ran my tongue along his flat teeth. Our tongues met, and he wrapped his around mine.

We broke the kiss and I smelled the familiar musk, leading me to glance between his hind legs at the source. Dangling below his belly was a growing, mottled rod. Apparently this was a special Wonderbolts outfit that left plenty of room to access the fun bits.

As I stared at his dick I felt hypnotized, as if my body was meant for this moment. Memories of Dash being pleasured by another stallion years ago flooded into my mind, causing my marehood to begin winking again.

For some reason I knew I had to taste it, logic be damned. I wanted him as badly as Dash at this point, and leaned under him towards his cock.

A faint trail of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his head. My ears brushed his spandex uniform as I leaned in and licked the tip of his cock, causing it to twitch. More of his juice leaked out onto my tongue, sending a sweet and sour taste through my mouth. It was pleasant, something I’d never imagined for semen, and I lapped at the head of his cock as it continued to expand.

I felt two hooves hook behind my wings and nudge me forward. I grinned as I pictured his shaft inside me, letting it slide into my mouth. The head filled my mouth completely, stretching my jaw a little. It was warm and slick, filling my mouth with that sweet flavor. My nose could smell the musk, stronger than ever, inviting me forward, and making me feel safe. This was what I was missing all those years as a human.

Human? Wait.

[Huh?]

Should I be doing this, or is it you? Was it mares or stallions?

[I . . . don’t know, but it feels good, I promise.]

I relaxed and swallowed, pushing forward on the shaft. Part of me thought I’d never done this before, but the other part assured me I had done this in flight camp.

The large rod in my mouth slipped forward, stretching my throat slightly. I seemed to accept it with no issues, having no gag reflex. The warmth and fullness in my mouth was making my marehood quiver in longing, wishing to trade places.

I rocked back and forth a few times, enjoying the dripping juices flowing out of his dick. The itch in my loins was getting far worse, so I pushed backwards and pulled him out of my mouth with a wet plop.

“Dash?” Soarin asked.

Getting to my hooves, I managed to make it to the bed and toss my forelegs on it. I looked back at Soarin. “Mount me. Make me yours. I need this so bad.”

My tail twitched, landing to my side on the bed. My now fully exposed marehood winked, and my clit popped out for a second, taunting him. Soarin was grinning, trying not to let his tongue fall out of his mouth. He walked forward and put his hooves on my flanks, rubbing them slowly. “Whatever will I do with such a sexy maid?”

I whimpered, feeling muscles in my abdomen clenching and my marehood aching. “Anything, please!”

He moved his forelegs up to my wings, rubbing near the base. I could no longer keep them folded in as he stimulated the muscles, my wings expanded and became rigid.

As he slowly worked his way forward I felt a large wet bump against my marehood. I felt the lips of my pussy as they parted, coating the head of his dick in my arousal. Even that little touch sent waves of sensation through me, erasing any doubt I may have had about this being wrong.

Soarin pushed forward letting the pressure against my ass grow slowly. He tightened his grip with his forelegs, lifting me against him. I whinnied softly, begging him to go faster. The head of his dick had spread the lips of my marehood and was slowly slipping into my tight love canal.

My body began trembling, at the mercy of the stallion above me. I tried to push my hips back, but he kept me from moving far. His cock was spreading my vagina open, and I was clenching up my muscles, trying to pull him in further.

After several agonizing seconds I felt his dick reach the end of my marehood, our hips bumping together. I felt an incredible fullness, unlike any I had felt before, and a total sense of peace and belonging.

My entire life I had never known I was missing anything, yet now that his dick was buried to the hilt inside me I realized that this is what I was missing. I needed this, and only Soarin could give it to me.

As he pulled out I started whimpering, being robbed of the amazing sensation of fullness. The longing and yearning returned, and I bucked my hips backwards trying to slow his withdrawal. Before I could protest, he pushed forward filling me back up again.

“Yes!” I moaned.

Feels. . . Amazing!

Soarin began a steady rhythm, and the friction began to stoke a fire in my belly. Each time he thrust I found myself pushing back, trying to reach his hips again and take in his full length. All I could think about was the mind-numbing pleasure he was bringing me.

With each thrust, he’d brush against my joy buzzer, my highly sensitive clit that some merciful creator had placed in the perfect place on a mare to be stimulated by a rigid cock. It caused an electric tingling to go up my spine and down my legs. It made my muscles tighten down around Soarin during every thrust, brushing more of his member against my inner folds.

I bit a large chunk of the cloud bed to muffle my moaning, barely able to control my breathing. He seemed to be growing larger, or perhaps I more sensitive. I felt the fire inside me threatening to burst out, and tried to hold it inside me. This moment was so amazing I wanted it to never end.

Soarin continued picking up his pace, and I felt him bite my mane. He tugged at my neck with his mouth, while pulling my wings with his hooves. He used the extra leverage to thrust faster and deeper. The feelings of my strained muscles added to the ecstasy of this moment. Before long all my muscles felt like they were under tension.

“Almost. . . there,” Soarin warned.

“Fill me! Harder!”

I bit back into the bedding, begging for a release only he could give me. With a few final thrusts he buried his hilt deep inside me, and I felt the head of his dick flare wide open. The last few strokes caused my vision to white out. The engorged cock rubbed against the deepest parts of my marehood and trigger a blinding orgasm.

All my muscles went limp, resting in Soarin’s embrace, except for those in my pussy milking his cock for all they were worth. Warmth shot inside me, filling me up, and sloshing around as he made a final thrust and held himself deep in me.

I was gasping for breath and shaking as I rode down an orgasm unlike any I could have imagined. For a moment, I thought back to how short and shallow orgasms as a human seemed. I brushed the thought aside, knowing I was a pegasus and not a human. This was perfectly natural and I had enjoyed it.

Wow.

[Yeah.]

I nearly fell asleep before I felt him pull out of me. I whimpered, still tipsy from the alcohol but awake enough to feel empty without him inside. That was when I noticed the itch was gone. My marehood no longer ached, and my mind was freed to think of things that weren’t phallic-shaped.

“Soarin, you did it. You scratched that itch, haha. Such a funny saying, but really, that was amazing!” I sighed in contentment, then looked back at him.

“Thanks, you were amazing. I, uh. . . wow.”

I felt a little of his semen leaking out of my pussy and clenched my thighs together. It felt right to have it inside me and I didn’t want it to go to waste. When I looked up at him, I saw he was still fully erect.

“How are you still hard?” I asked.

“What? I always last two or three times,” he explained.

“That’s, wow. I can bang a girl again after, like, maybe half an hour,” I said. My mind wandered back to my exploits as a human, not putting two and two together that I was a man who had just been banged by a stallion.

“Wait, girls? You like to filly fool?” Soarin got a sly grin on his face, as if to say ‘I know a mare who might be up for a three way’.

“Huh?”

[Filly fooling, mares banging mares, Dude!]

“Oh, no, I’m not gay! I stick to wom—stallions. You know, except this one time when I was, uh, in. . . Manehatten—Marehatten, hehe.” I bit my lip and waited for his reply.

“Ah, it’s none of my business. We can go to sleep if you’d like.”

I glanced down at his erection, and a thought came to mind.

It’d be rude not to finish him off, wouldn’t it? I mean, he just helped with our problem

[Yeah, it’s your call, Dude.]

“Come here.” I turned around until my face was at the edge of the bed, and waved him forward. As he came closer, I grabbed his dick in my hooves and slid it forward into my mouth. This time he tasted more sweet than sour, having coated himself in my own arousal.

Soarin put his forelegs next to my head and pushed forward slowly. I reached forward and grabbed his balls, tugging at them gently. His stallionhood was sliding down my throat with ease, giving me an entirely different feeling of fullness. I was gripping his shaft tightly with my throat and swishing my tongue along the underside of his cock.

He started to thrust quicker and I fell into a rhythm that allowed me to breathe between thrusts. I pulled down on his testacles, teasing them and tugging them back. The skin on his shaft tightened as I yanked at his balls, causing him to moan in pleasure. As his taut skin met my tight throat, I could only imagine what sex for a stallion could feel like.

Soarin didn’t last long under the combination of sensations I was giving him. His cock expanded, wedging itself in my throat before he could pull out. He continued to push back and forth a couple inches as I felt warm fluid squirt down towards my stomach.

It gave me an odd sensation, like a trapped burp being swallowed, until he was finally soft enough to pull out. As he did, I sucked up some more of his sweet and sour seed. I brushed some of the sweat from his belly off my face, noticing how strongly his musk smelled. It had been rubbed all over me, marking me as his mare.

I smiled and yawned, tasting a tangy aftertaste. “Now we can sleep, thanks. I should drink more often, this was tons of fun!”

Soarin nodded and pulled some blankets out from the foot of the bed. “You look spent. Let me tuck us in.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet.”

“Want to take that outfit off?” he asked.

“Nah, I can’t. Just get over here and cuddle.”

He tossed the blanket over me and then climbed into bed. “I guess we’ll shower in the morning.”

“Mmhmm,” I moaned.

He scooted up alongside me, wrapping his larger form around my back. His forelegs hooked around my chest and he held me tight in his warm embrace. I felt safe and secure, falling into my first peaceful sleep since arriving in Equestria.