Challenge Accepted

by CyborgSamurai

First published

Soarin and Rainbow Dash want some private time together after being apart for five weeks, but their duty to the Wonderbolts comes first. Let's see who cracks first.

Wonderbolts Rainbow Dash and Soarin have been married for two years. They're very happy together, but every time there's a threat to Equestria, Dash has to go off to save the day. This time she's been gone for so long that she might miss their anniversary, and while Soarin is frustrated about this (in more ways than one) the only thing he can do is hope that she's safe.

Now Dash is on her way back. She's pent up from being away for so long, and she’s in desperate need of release. Unfortunately, the Wonderbolts want her for their next show, which means that she’s gotta go straight to practice.

Where she'll be working alongside her equally horny husband.

Picture by biosonic100.

Challenge Accepted

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Challenge Accepted

by CyborgSamurai

Soarin hated being late.

It was one of his biggest pet peeves, alongside broken primaries, ponies who chewed with their mouth open, and burnt pie crust. Soarin’s punctuality was a point of pride, and he always tried to give himself time to get where he needed to go. He’d never been late to anything in all his time with the Wonderbolts, and while he knew he wasn’t in danger of being fired, it was an aggravating stain on his otherwise spotless record.

“Stupid alarm clock,” he muttered. Soarin flapped his wings harder and made a beeline for the Cloudsdale Cloudiseum. Several cries of alarm rang in his wake as he blurred past other pegasi in a blue shimmer. A part of him idly noted that he couldn’t recall the last time he’d gone this fast outside of a show. Speed had always been his thing, but the Wonderbolts were a full time gig, and he didn’t have the time or the energy to go pulling breakneck stunts whenever he wanted. At least his hard work was rewarded with some pretty awesome perks, but there were times when he wished he had a little more flexibility.

Soarin killed his speed and glided through the front gates of the Cloudiseum. He was tempted to just fly over the walls and into the arena, but that carried the risk of colliding with the others mid-formation. Spitfire was already going to give him flak for being late as it was, and he didn’t need to make things any worse. He navigated the familiar corridors down to the locker rooms where his locker and uniform awaited him.

Laughter greeted Soarin’s ears as he descended. He hesitated. There shouldn’t have been anyone else down by the locker rooms. Confused, he cautiously made his way down the corridor, wondering what might be going on. Was there a group of reporters interviewing somepony? Was security making a sweep of the place? Maybe the custodians were on break and were heading to the lunch room. He was about to round the last corner, but then, a familiar scratchy voice halted his approach.

“—Fluttershy wasn’t fast enough, so I flew back and got him to start chasing after me instead. I pretended to be tired and led him up into the clouds, and he closed with me thinking he could finish me off. I waited to he got in range, then bucked him right in the chin and blasted him with a Buccaneer Blaze!”

“Did that work?” another voice asked.

The first voice giggled. “Certainly made him think twice about messing with me. He turned tail before I could follow up on it, though, but fortunately Twilight had managed to—”

Soarin ran around the corner. “Dash?!”

Standing with her back to him was a cyan pegasus mare with a rainbow mane and tail. She was clad in the skin-tight jumpsuit of the Wonderbolts, and upon hearing his voice, she turned and grinned with half-lidded eyes.

There you are.”

Soarin’s mouth went dry. He quickly folded his wings before they could lock up.

“H-hey,” he said.

“About damn time!” the other voice from before said. “Where have you been, Blueberry?”

Soarin realized where the laughter had come from. Standing in front of the locker room were the rest of the Wonderbolts, all in uniform and clustered around Dash. The one who’d just spoken was a pale yellow mare with a mane and tail the color of flame.

He snapped to attention and saluted. “Sorry, Captain Spitfire, ma’am! Won’t happen again!”

Spitfire snickered. “Take it easy. You’re actually just in time; your superwife was just telling us how she and her friends saved Equestria for the umpteenth time.”

“Hey, don’t exaggerate.” Dash turned back to Spitfire, grinning cheekily. “We haven’t gotten into the teens yet.”

Everypony laughed. Soarin at first tried not to, but a goofy smile crept on his face all the same. His heart was pounding, he was out of breath, but fortunately, all those things could be explained by his rush to get to practice on time.

Even if he wasn’t tired at all.

“Eh, we should probably get started.” Spitfire cracked her neck and started down the hallway. “Everypony get to the arena for warm-ups! Make sure you’re limber, because we’re starting with with the Triple-T today!”

A collective series of groans resonated from the team.

Spitfire narrowed her eyes. “Can it or we’re doing the Helix Roll instead! Fleetfoot is lead for Group A, Rapidfire is lead for Group B, I’m lead for Group C! Move it, Wonderbolts!”

The team obeyed without further protest. They formed into two single files and trotted down the corridor towards the arena. Dash’s eyes never left Soarin’s as she fell into line, her wings fluttering every so often.

Spitfire held up a hoof. “Not you, Dash. We’ve completely changed the Triple-T since you’ve left. You’ll need to get up to speed before doing it with us.”

Dash groaned. “Oh, come on, I know the old Triple-T like the back of my hoof! Is it so different that I really need to sit out?”

“I’m not going to have you dislocating a wing just because you miscalculated the wind speeds.” Spitfire turned to Soarin. “Blueberry, get into uniform and take Dash to the training facility to show her what she’s missed. You have two hours before we start on the Aileron Blitz.”

Dash and Soarin saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”

Spitfire nodded. “Get to it. “ She turned and left with the rest of the team.

Soarin didn’t move. His wings were twitching like mad, and it felt like his heart was going to burst through his chest. He closed his eyes and focused his hearing, trying to ignore the heavy panting sounds from a few feet away. The team’s retreating hoofsteps gradually faded into the building’s ambience, and finally, all was silent.

Pomf!

He opened his eyes. He finally turned to look at Dash, who was crouched like a cat and staring at him hungrily, her wings fully splayed.

Soarin smirked. “Miss me?”

Dash pounced. She tackled Soarin and pushed him onto his back with ease, then stood over him with a feral look in her eyes. She eagerly dove down and pushed her mouth to his, thrusting her tongue forward to swirl around his and lick his teeth. Soarin hummed and pulled her closer, his wings snapping free as the world slipped into a dim haze. He wrapped his tail around hers and gave it a swift yank, causing Dash to grind against him in response.

They lay on the ground like that for some time, their kisses rolling into one another as they pushed back and forth. Soarin was effectively pinned with his wings fully erect and his tail entwined, but he couldn’t care less. His focus was on the warmth of Dash’s body, the feeling of her mane in his hooves, and the buzzing that filled his chest and head. He thrust against her, trying to give space for his cock to grow, but she pushed back harder and kept it sandwiched between them.

Dash finally pulled back for air. Soarin stared into her rose-colored eyes, watching the light filter through the red streak in her mane and make her blush all the more apparent. She brushed away the tendril of saliva connecting their mouths and smiled.

“Happy anniversary,” she said.

Soarin laughed. “Oh hey, you remembered this time.”

Dash leaned back down and nibbled on his ear. “Five weeks… five damn, lonely, cold, rainy sexless weeks out in the wilds tracking down that stupid necro-whatever… I thought I was gonna rub myself raw near the end.”

He shivered and buried his face in her mane. “You didn’t... bring your vibrator?”

“I forgot it,” Dash said bitterly. “Only thing I had was my hooves, and thoughts of you. Oh, Celestia, the fantasies I had, the things you did to me... I didn’t even know I could be that creative, but I did it all the same because I’m that damn awesome. Now I finally have you, and I’m wound up so tight that I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

Dash’s breathy whispers sent tingles down Soarin’s spine. His stallionhood quivered in between them, just begging for release. “We c-can’t yet.” He nuzzled and peppered her neck with kisses. “N-not here. Gotta wait until after practice.”

“But that’s so far away.” She kissed him again, softly biting his lower lip before slowly getting to her hooves. His cock sprang free at last, rapidly swelling to its full size and pulsing with his heartbeat. The fire in her eyes intensified as she looked down at it.

“I want you so damn bad. We're gonna fuck until cum is leaking out of me like a waterfall. And then we're gonna fuck some more, and some more, and some more, and some more, and some more, and—”

“Dash!” Soarin said.

She blinked. She’d been getting closer and closer to his crotch, and now was only a few inches away. The flat, swollen head of his pride was slick with precum with a few drips dribbling down his sizable shaft.

“S-sorry.” Dash shook her head, trying to clear the tantalizing, musky scent out of her nostrils. Memories of wrapping her lips around that wonderful, warm rod filled her mind, but she quickly pushed them away. “Later, yeah… later.”

“It’s okay.” Soarin sat up got to his hooves. He was entertaining some very lewd ideas of his own, but they were fading as the world came back into focus. “We don’t have to rush it. You’re back now. We have time.”

Dash grumbled and turned away. “I don’t know how long I can wait. I’m so wet it’s a wonder I’m not soaking through the suit.”

“The suits are waterproof,” Soarin pointed out.

She groaned. “That’s not the—would you please go get your uniform on? I can’t concentrate with my favorite toy out on display like that.”

Soarin chuckled. “Sure thing, love.” He kissed her cheek, then made for the stallion’s locker room, brushing his tail across her flank as he went.

“S-Soarin!” Dash’s blush intensified. “I just told you I’m hanging by a thread! Are you trying to make me rape you?!”

He turned back and winked. “You can’t rape the willing.”

“Argh!” She whirled around and stomped over to the mare’s locker room. “Stupid sexy husband! Stupid dream job! Now I need a cold shower!”

Soarin stared at her thrashing tail as she left. His stallionhood throbbed, but he kept the carnal urges at bay. He wanted nothing more than to pin that gorgeous mare to the wall and make her scream, but unfortunately, duty came before desire. He cursed and rubbed his stiff wings, making sure to avoid hitting them on the doorframe as he awkwardly entered the locker room.

“You’re not the only one.”

“All right, we’re here. Tell me what we’ve changed with the Triple-T,” Dash said.

The two of them were now in the indoor training facility next to the Cloudiseum. It was normally only used during bad weather, but it was also used in the occasional event that any of the Wonderbolts needed to do training apart from the team. The floor of the building was largely bare save for small piles of exercise equipment that sat in the far corners here and there. Hanging from the ceiling, however, were hoops of various sizes, a series of ropes tied together like a spider’s web, a giant bullseye with a pony-sized hole in the center, a revolving platform shaped like a corkscrew, and other odd obstacles. The thin air was slightly warmer here than outside, and the sun weakly filtered down through the thick cloud ceiling above.

Soarin raised an eyebrow. “Getting right down to business, are we?”

Dash gave him a flat look. “The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get down to the real business. And by real business, I mean screwing each other senseless.”

He rolled his eyes. “Thanks. I wouldn’t have caught that if you hadn’t spelled it out.”

“Hey, I wasn’t sure if you could think straight.” She glanced down and waggled her eyebrows. “You know, what with all that blood being rerouted to your ginormous boner.”

The suit wasn’t doing much to conceal Soarin’s excitement. This was a problem for all stallions on the team, but it was especially bad for him due to his large size. A foot-long, three-inch thick bulge proudly protruded from his groin, and even with the suit pushing it against his belly, it didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Soarin sighed. “You’re lucky I am thinking straight, or I’d be hilted in you by now. At least you had a chance to clop while you were away; Spits has been running us ragged in preparation for the next show. I’ve been so tired all month that all I done is sleep when I get home.”

“Mmm, so you’re full to bursting.” Dash slowly circled him with a lascivious look. “Good, good. We might not even have to use anything to keep you hard in between rounds, then.”

“Dear Celestia, no.” Soarin cringed as she left his field of vision. “I told you before, it doesn’t matter how hot you are, or how horny I am. No guy can go multiple times without a break. I’m all for having an extended session, but if you want me to keep up with you, I’m gonna need that spell.”

“Heh. I suppose you would need help to keep up with the fastest pony in Equestria.” Dash rubbed one of his cutie marks. “And after all, it’s not that big a deal. Twilight gave us plenty of scrolls. She’ll probably give us more if we ask.”

“The p-perks of being friends with a P-Princess.” Soarin knees wobbled and threatened to buckle. “Dammit, D-Dash, you’re not helping...”

“Never said I was trying.” She pressed a little harder before leaving him be. “Now teach me the new Triple-T before I jump you.”

Soarin gritted his teeth. “I don’t appreciate you trying to play me like a fiddle.”

Dash licked her lips. "I could always play you like a flute, instead."

Soarin’s shudders were getting more difficult to control. A roaring fire was building in his loins, and the suit’s added pressure on his dick was only adding to the problem. He wasn’t sure which of them was wetter at this point, but he did know that if they kept this up, they weren’t gonna get anything done.

“Fine. Spits was exaggerating when she said the Triple-T’s completely changed.” Soarin looked past Dash and focused on the far wall. “We tried to do a couple changes to the way we merge the first two tornadoes together, but they kept falling apart when we put the third one in. We went back to the drawing board last week with it and have been working on keeping the winds of the individual tornadoes contained.”

“So the crowd doesn’t get as windswept.” Dash nodded and sat on her haunches. “That’s been the biggest problem, too. Not sure why she didn’t focus on that in the first place.”

“She thought that combining the tornadoes differently might cut out the wind issue altogether.” Soarin snickered. “Turns out that it just made it worse. We almost blew the Cloudiseum apart before we finally gave up on it.”

Dash’s eyes went wide. “The entire Cloudiseum? I thought the place was enchanted to withstand an F-4!”

He nodded. “It is.”

It took a few seconds for that to click, but when it finally did, her jaw slowly fell open in awe.

“Whoa…”

Soarin stretched his wings to their full span. “Seems like none of us have hit our peak yet. All the training's kicked our wingpower up a notch, and now we can make some serious gales. Obviously none of us have the fine control you have from being a weather pony, and no one will ever be able to touch you in speed, but in terms of raw power, I think we might have you beat.”

Dash was now examining Soarin’s body. His chest was broader and more muscular than she remembered, his legs were chiseled and defined, his flanks were as toned as hers, and his wings, oh, sweet Luna, his wings. They were twice the size of hers, with primaries as long as her legs and down feathers that shone with a healthy sheen. His muscles bulged and flexed as he moved, bristling with power just waiting to be unleashed.

She felt herself wink, hard. Her inner walls clamped down on nothing, trying to hold on to the dick she so badly wished was there. Drool began to fall out of her open mouth as she stared at the beautiful, buffed-out hunk that was her husband. She tried to come up with a witty comeback or flirty quip, but all that came out was a strangled whinny.

Soarin noticed the strange sound and looked down. “You say something?”

And then she felt a different kind of fire in her chest, a familiar one, so powerful and all-consuming that it even overrode her lust. She ran back what Soarin had just said in her mind, and like so many times before, a small, cocky grin crept up on her lips.

“Challenge accepted."

Soarin tilted his head. “Huh?”

“You just threw down the gauntlet, big boy!” Dash flared her wings and pawed at the ground. “Your brain must not be getting any blood at all if you think one little month of training is enough to get on my level!”

He flattened his ears. “Oh, knock it off. I’m supposed to be teaching you the changes to the Triple-T, not pandering to your ego.”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Dash stretched her wings one at a time. “Sounds to me like the only change you made was to stop being so terrible.”

Soarin’s face reddened, but he kept his voice level. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. You know what happens when we get into contests like this.”

“Yeah, I do.” Dash raised her chin and widened her stance. “But what apparently you don’t know is that you just issued me a second challenge by saying that. Now I might’ve passed up on one, but if you’re going to reveal your ignorance like that? You have to be educated.

Soarin did a double-take. “Wait, two? No! I didn’t mean—”

“Too late.” Dash crouched.

He took a step back. “Ah, horseapples...”

Dash leapt. She charged with all the power and speed she had, but Soarin managed to dodge at the last instant. The disturbance from her passing knocked him off balance, but he recovered and took to the air. He headed for the obstacle course as fast as he could with her close behind.

“Come on, Blueberry!” Dash called with laughter in her voice. “We both know you can’t outfly me! Show me what that sexy body of yours can do!”

Soarin made for the obstacle called the Spider’s Web. It was a series of taut, close together ropes that were made to improve one’s maneuverability. He entered the first slalom and abruptly pulled up, just in time to dodge Dash speeding past him. He flipped around to reorient, then brought his wings together with a mighty clap.

A gale-force burst of wind shot forth at his command that knocked the ropes everywhere. It rocketed towards the unsuspecting Dash, who had just turned around on the other side of the Web.

She snorted. “Please.”

She brought her forehoof down in a quick slicing motion, and a red trail of magic appeared in its wake. Soarin’s gust of wind struck the thin line, then perfectly split around her, leaving her totally unfazed.

“That all you got?” Dash asked.

The air around Soarin rippled. “Nope.”

Soarin fired three more blasts of wind, each of them more powerful than the first. Dash made to swipe her hoof again, but then Soarin swiped his, and the three blasts glowed green. A howling noise rent the air as the three windbursts combined and doubled in speed.

Dash cackled. “Better!” She clapped her wings with a sound like cannonfire. A powerful gust of rose up which clashed against his. There was a loud WUMPH as the two winds cancelled each other out.

He tried again. He made a duo of narrow wind waves in an X-shape. He spun his hoof, and they immediately began to spin around each other in a spiral. They sped towards Dash with an odd whizzing sound.

Dash’s eyes gleamed. “Ooooh, that’s a new one!” She watched the approaching winds like a hawk, and when they got to her, she tucked in her wings and did an aileron roll, barely missing the waves as they passed. The attack kept going and impacted the far cloud wall to leave an X-shape behind.

The ropes of the Spider’s Web now flailed around Soarin and Dash like a giant, multi-limbed beast as they stared each other down.

“Now, now, dear,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I’ll give you points for originality, but you’re not gonna impress me by farting out little breezes like that.”

Soarin frowned. “This is stupid. There are other ways to compare wingpower besides trying to blast each other into the wall.”

“Yeah, but they’re not as fun.” Dash rubbed her chin. “Tell you what, let’s up the ante, shall we? If you don’t wanna play, fine. All you gotta do is admit that I’m better than you, and then because I’m such a loving, caring wife, I’ll arrange for Twilight to give you a long, long, long lecture on everything she knows about pegasus magic! That’ll be sure to help you improve!”

Soarin paled. “You wouldn’t.”

“She put a sigil on my leg so I can contact her.” Dash held up one of her forelegs, and the pink outline of a familiar starburst cutie mark appeared. “Just one little touch and you’ve got yourself an audience with Her Nerdiness. I’m sure she’ll be all too happy to share her knowledge with you.”

Soarin facehooved. “I’m married to pure evil.”

“Pretty sure everyone says that about their spouse eventually.” Dash stuck out her tongue. “Now stop holding back and be the stallion I fell in love with.”

It wasn’t that Soarin was afraid of hurting Dash. Far from it, in fact. He knew all too well what she could do, and while her pride did give her a tendency to overstate her abilities, there was quite a bit of truth to them. No, what Soarin was getting hung up on was something else, something that he and Dash had in common and had made them attracted to each other in the first place. She’d always been more open about it, more flashy, more boastful, and certainly more volatile, but when it came down to it, the simple truth was this: Soarin was just as competitive as Dash. It was a side of himself that he kept on a short leash, and he’d always been careful about selecting his rivals because of it, but Dash had coaxed it out of him when they’d first met, and as the stakes had ramped up, so had other things.

Soarin’s expression underwent a subtle change. His posture straightened, he squared his shoulders, he furrowed his brow and lowered his chin. He looked at Dash with the goofy, lopsided smirk he knew she loved, and then spoke in a deep, booming voice that echoed throughout the building.

“Challenge accepted.”

The air had rippled before when Soarin had been ramping up, but now, it glowed. The ropes of the Spider’s Web were sucked towards him as he compressed the air, which began to thicken into a bright green haze. Dash’s hair stood on end as she felt the ambient magic of the air being molded and compressed.

She laughed. “Now that’s more like it.”

“Last chance to back down!” Soarin called.

Dash yawned. “Are you kidding? I can make that kind of windburst in my—WHOA!”

Soarin fired. The sound of rushing wind filled Dash’s ears as an emerald windburst twice her size barrelled towards her. She swerved to avoid its path, but the ball continued to draw in air as it traveled. Her tail got caught in it and flew into her face, which momentarily blinded her and made her lose several feet of altitude. The ball continued on and punched right through the side of the building before dissipating in the open air.

“Lucky shot!” Dash yelled as she righted herself. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if—WAUGH!”

He let loose again. Dash was more prepared for it this time, but she couldn’t avoid it completely. Her leg was caught this time and it knocked her tumbling out of the Spider’s Web.

“What was that, honey?” Soarin gave chase and prepared another windburst. “I can’t hear you over the sound of how awesome I am!”

Dash reoriented and flew to the next obstacle, a hanging platform shaped like a corkscrew that was called, well… the Corkscrew. She zipped around it twice in a circle before landing on the lowest platform and spread her wings wide.

“IT’S ON, PIE-BOY!” Dash drew the air around her and readied a windburst in each wing. Hers were smaller and didn’t have the vacuum effect Soarin’s did, but they were faster, more compact, and most importantly, she could fire them at a ridiculously fast rate.

“RAAAAGH!” Dash’s wings became alternating blurs as she furiously unleashed a salvo of crimson wrath. The Corkscrew rocked back and forth violently from the sudden pressure change, but Dash held on and continued firing.

“Mother of—JEEZ!” Soarin only narrowly evaded the barrage. He fired one more potshot at Dash, then kept going past her to the Giant Bullseye and flew behind it to regroup.

“Not very smart to hide behind a target!” Dash stopped her barrage and readied a larger one instead. Heat rolled off her in waves as she used more and more magic to compress her missile. Then she gathered in even more air, pushing it farther and farther into a tiny, fiery red ball.

Then she heard Soarin’s voice over the din.

“EAT THIS!”

The Bullseye exploded. Wisps of cloud flew everywhere as a giant windburst the size of an Ursa Minor shredded the obstacle and made a beeline for Dash. Her breath caught in her chest and she almost lost control of her magic, but then her pride roared within her and she let out an enraged scream. She poured everything she had into her tiny red death-orb and then flung it at the colossal green doom-ball bearing down on her.

KA-WUMPH

The resulting blast was so loud it was heard halfway across Cloudsdale. A multicolored shockwave burst forth out of the training facility that spread into the city beyond and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings. The training facility’s ceiling was completely blown off, the walls were partially destroyed, and the floor was reduced to swiss cheese. The obstacle course was gone, the training equipment was scattered everywhere, and Soarin and Dash were blasted away.

The only sound for almost a minute was the ominous rumbling and shifting of the training facility. Strong gusts of wind from outside scattered debris all about the floor, and the sound of an alert siren could be heard in the distance. Soarin and Dash were both dazed and embedded kitty-corner to one another in the walls fifty feet apart. Their uniforms had been ripped and torn, which was impressive considering the conditions they’d been made to withstand.

Soarin came to first. His ears were ringing, his muscles burned, he was out of breath, his coat was matted with sweat and his head was pounding. All of that went out the window, though, because when he looked over and saw Dash plastered against the wall beside him...

...he'd never been more turned on in his life.

A sudden, primal urge seized control of his brain. He knew what he wanted, he knew what she wanted, and while he normally wasn’t aggressive with his desire, he was just as pent up as her. Screw waiting. Screw the Bolts. Screw everything in the world. This was his mare, she was ready and willing, and oh, Dear Celestia, so was he.

Dash came to her senses with a curse. She immediately tried to move, and had a moment of panic as she realized she was stuck. She saw Soarin right next to him, and when her eyes fell on his erection, something in her seemed to snap. A wild look crept into her eyes as she madly wriggled and squirmed.

“You do know… this doesn’t count,” Dash panted. “We both got knocked back... at the same time.”

Soarin grunted as he yanked out one of his wings. “What’s the matter, Dash? Are you worried your boytoy might actually be able to outmuscle you? It might not be so bad, you know. Just think, I’ll be able to pin you down now. No matter how hard you struggle, you won’t be able to get free.”

Dash whimpered. “Soarin...” Her exposed marehood was puffy and swollen. A small trickle of fluid was now running down her leg. “Please…”

“We didn’t talk about what I get if I win.” He peeled out his other wing. ”That means that according to the rules, I can have anything I want. Now normally I’d abuse the horseapples out of that, but right now, the only thing I want to abuse is your snatch.”

“D-don’t!” Dash looked like she was vibrating. Two of her legs were out, and her teeth were bared in a snarl as she worked on the others. “Don’t you dare s-stop…”

Soarin wrenched his head loose. “I’m gonna ravage that tight little cunt of yours. I’m gonna fill you up until you scream and white out from all the orgasms. And all the while you’re flying high I’ll be thrusting inside you, so that when you come down, the first thing you’ll feel is the warmth of my spunk in your womb.”

“AAAAAAHH!” Dash violently jerked her hips. She was almost free now, and her pussy was leaking like a faucet. “MORE! MORE, DAMN YOU!”

“I’m gonna give you more, Dashie.” Soarin’s voice was like a growl. “I’m gonna give you all the hot, sweaty, sticky sex that you want. And then I’m gonna give you some more, and some more, and some more, and some more, and some more, and—”

Dash lunged at him. Soarin came free and did the same. They crashed into each other and fell to the cloud floor, moaning, fondling, groping, kissing. They landed in a tangled mess, but quickly broke apart and got to their hooves.

Dash lifted her tail and shoved her sopping marehood in his face.

“Take me,” she gasped.

Soarin took a deep whiff of her arousal, then reared and used his wings to crawl onto her back. His rock-hard cock—

“WHAT THE NAME OF CELESTIA’S FIERY PLOTHOLE?”

Soarin and Dash jumped. They turned to the sound of the voice and saw Spitfire, standing at the entrance with staring at them with her eyes bulging and jaw hung slack.

“C-Captain!” They scrambled away from each other. Then they took a few steps further away for good measure.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Dash said.

Spitfire focused on her. “Not what it looks like? Not what it looks like?! What the fuck happened to the facility? It looks you did a damn Rainboom in here!”

“Er, well, you see…” Dash gestured to Soarin. “He was going over the Triple-T with me like you wanted—”

Soarin nodded. “—and I said we upped the wind speeds because of all the training we’ve been doing—”

“—so I figured it’d be a good idea to practice if we—” Dash said.

“ARE YOU BOTH REALLY THAT STUPID?!” Spitfire roared. She stomped over to them, her face livid. “I gave you guys two hours alone so you’d rut and get it out of your systems, not so you’d practice making tornadoes in an indoor facility!

Dash opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Soarin, who was lying on his stomach for obvious reasons, groaned as the realization hit him.

Spitfire continued. “Even if you weren’t married, do you think I’d pair my two strongest fliers together knowing FULL WELL that they’re just gonna turn it into a competition? Luna almighty, the entire damn team knew what I was doing; are you guys so horny that you couldn’t see what I actually wanted you to do?”

“Yes,” Soarin and Dash said together.

“MORONS!” Flecks of spittle flew from Spitfire’s mouth. “Imbeciles, dumbasses, shitstains, the both of you! You just caused tens of thousands of bits in damages! You set off the city’s alert sirens! This is gonna be in the papers for sure, and the Princesses themselves might even hear about it! I’m gonna have to make a public appearance to do damage control, and I swear by everything holy, if it was anypony but you two, I’D KICK YOU OFF THE DAMN TEAM!”

Soarin froze. He didn’t move, he didn’t breathe, he didn’t even blink. The Wonderbolts was everything to him, and he knew it was the same for Dash. Being removed from the team would be the worst possible thing for him, and he had no idea what else he’d do with his life. At least Dash could go back to being a weather pony in Ponyville, but him? He had nothing.

“But,” Spitfire said in a more even tone, “seeing as I doubt the public would react well to the firing a repeat Hall of Famer and a savior of fucking Equestria, I’m not gonna do that. Consider yourselves lucky that you really are as amazing as you say you are, because even though you two are my friends, I’d have to throw the book at you for this.”

“You always use the wrong A-word,” Dash muttered.

“Shut up, Dash,” Spitfire said. She sighed and ran a hoof down her face. “The two of you are useless to me right now, and will continue to be so until you get your heads out each other’s crotches, so here’s what’s going to happen: You are going to take the rest of the day off. You are going to go home. You are going to fuck the stupid out of each other. Then you are going to come back tomorrow, and we are going to try this—”

They were gone before Spitfire could finish.

Dash got home first. She kicked open the door and made a beeline for the bedroom. Once there she went into the closet and found a small violet chest with intricate runes on it. Inside were a dozen unopened scrolls. She grabbed one, tucked it under her wing, then looked out the window facing the Cloudiseum.

Soarin arrived half a minute later. He didn’t even come in through the door, he just flew in through the bedroom window and barely avoided crashing into the wall. He landed and started to make for Dash, but then she held up the scroll.

Soarin stopped. “Right.” He straightened and stood still. “Do it, then.”

Dash broke the seal. The scroll snapped open, and suddenly Twilight’s ghostly voice floated out to chant something in a strange language. They both became engulfed in a bright, magenta glow, and Soarin moaned as his balls and stallionhood both visibly swelled in size. Dash felt a twinge inside her head, but otherwise remained unchanged. What the spell did for her was link Soarin’s sex drive to hers so that he’d be able to go as many times as she wanted, ensuring that they’d both be satisfied. The glow of the spell faded after a few seconds, and then the scroll crinkled up and disintegrated into dust.

“Best wedding gift ever,” Soarin said. “Now then, where were we?”

“Right about here.” Dash hopped on the bed and presented herself.

Soarin jumped up after her. Normally he’d start with some foreplay, but they were both already wet and ready to go. He smacked both of Dash’s cutie marks and pulled himself up and onto her back. He would've hooked his hooves around her shoulders, but with the spell giving him extra inches, he had to hold onto her wings instead.

“Fast or slow?” Soarin asked as he lined up his awkwardly bobbing tool.

“The fuck do you think?” Dash snapped.

He chuckled. “Had to ask.”

And then he rammed his foot-and-a-half-long cock inside her.

It was like submerging a burn in ice-cold water. It was like flying for the first time. It was like clicking the last piece of a puzzle into place. It was like all those things and more. Dash threw back her head and screamed in joy, overwhelmed by the sensation of Soarin stretching her wide. He was only able to fit half of himself due to her being so tight, but seeing as he was struggling not to blow his load already, that was probably a good thing.

Soarin pulled back and thrust again. This time he was the one to cry out, as her soft, slick snugness only added to the steadily building tension threatening to burst forth. He held on and pushed a little more, and was rewarded by sinking a little deeper in. Then Dash pushed back against him, and he sunk in deeper still. Her walls were gripping him so hard, the sexy sounds she made were music to his ears, all he wanted was more, more, more.

He fell into a steady rhythm then, rutting Dash over and over as her throaty moans became louder and more frequent. Her passage slowly stretched to accommodate his girth, and before long, the wet, slapping sounds of their hips filled the air. Soarin had now fully mounted her and was alternating between nipping her ears and tugging on her mane, grunting and snorting as he went faster and faster.

Dash had never felt so full. She wasn’t sure if it was the five weeks of chastity or the scroll being more potent than the others, but at the rate Soarin was going, he was going to set a new record for making her peak. She felt an emptiness upon his every backthrust, and her entire body was filled with an electric tingling when he plunged back in. She didn’t even need to clench or try to squeeze his cock at all, and by the time she felt his scrotum bouncing against her ass, the fire in her core had grown beyond control.

“S-Soarinnnnn!” Dash’s voice cracked. “I’m gonnaaaaaAAAAH!”

Soarin’s penis head flared. The pressure surged forth and he buried himself as deep as he could. He coated Dash's insides with shot after shot of warm, sticky cum, and Dash’s world exploded into stars. Their twin orgasms combined to seal Soarin completely inside, Dash’s inner walls milking his shaft for everything it had. His balls continued to twitch as he pumped more and more inside her, the spell and the abstinence working together to result in a copious amount of seed.

Dash’s muscles relaxed. She shuddered once, then her legs gave out and she fell onto the bed. Soarin caught her and tried to hold her up, but she was too far gone at the moment. He set her down and removed himself with a loud squelch, watching with interest as a veritable river spilled out of her. He rolled her over to inspect her face, and saw that her eyes were glazed and her tongue was hanging out.

Soarin smirked. He glanced down at his dick, still fully erect and ready to go. The pressure in his groin had dulled down to a tolerable level, but was still very much there. He stepped forward and aligned himself once more with his wife’s soaked and leaking flower.

“I’m a stallion of my word, dear.”

He slid inside her again. It was easy going now, and he took his sweet time enjoying the wonderful embrace of Dash’s velvety folds. He pushed all the way in and stayed there for a few seconds, closing his eyes and listening to her breathing as he pulled back.

Where before he’d been as rough as possible, now he was the exact opposite. He eased himself in and out with deliberate slowness, taking a few seconds to softly plant kisses on Dash’s lips, cheeks and neck every time he hilted himself. She made strange cooing sounds in response, almost like soft growls that resonated from the back of her throat. Her head lolled about every so often as Soarin worked to drag out her high.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “Everything about you, your gorgeous colors, your proud face, your stunning eyes, your musical laugh, your radiant wings, your endless confidence, your loyal heart. I love it all so much, and every day I thank Luna’s lucky stars that I’m married to somepony like you.”

Dash’s eyes regained a bit of focus. Her growls became slightly deeper as she raised her hips in time with his.

“Two years now.” He thrust a little faster. “Two years I’ve been yours, two years you’ve been mine. There’s no one else I’d have rather spent that time with, there’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. I’m glad you made it back in time so we could share this special day together.”

Dash wrapped her hooves around Soarin’s barrel. Her heartbeat and breathing began to pick back up.

“I love you, Rainbow Dash.” Soarin stared straight into her eyes as he felt his second climax approaching. “I love you so damn much. There are no words to describe just how much exactly, but I think… some actions…. speak loudeerrrr...”

Soarin’s second time wasn’t as intense, but it lasted longer and he released much more than the first. Sexual fluids splattered messily out of Dash, drenching both of them and soaking the bed. She became lucid in the middle of Soarin’s orgasm, and her growls immediately became high-pitched squeals of delight. She wrapped her back legs around him as well and pulled him in as far as possible.

“Sneaky... little devil,” Dash said breathily. “Sweet-talking me... while I’m in la-la land? Gonna punish you... for that…”

”It’s the only time you’ll let me do it.” He kissed and sucked on the hollow of her neck. “And besides, I know you like it. You only make those sounds when something really turns you on.”

Dash stroked his stiffened wings. “I didn’t even know… I did that… until you told me…”

“It’s so freaking hot.” Soarin’s cock throbbed in agreement. “I need to make a recording of it one of these times to clop to while you’re away.”

Dash wrapped her tail around his. “Maybe… maybe I’ll make one... for your birthday. Now pick me up... and let’s switch.”

“All right.” He put his forehooves around her neck and reared. She was already wrapped around him, so he didn’t need to worry much about supporting her. He used his wings to steady himself and turned on his heels, sat back down, then laid on his back so Dash could settle atop him.

“Heh, we’ve got that down to a science,” Dash said as she sat on his lap. “I don’t think your dick moved at all.”

“Y-yeah,” Soarin grunted. “What a shame. You should do something about that.”

“Oh, I plan to.” She squeezed him. “Think you can last for thirty seconds?”

Dash was not sensual or delicate when she took control in the bedroom. Like every other aspect in her life, she liked things fast, simple, and effective. She didn’t bother with her hooves to push herself up and down, she did it all with her wings. They were just mobile enough to give her the lift that she needed, so she just let gravity push her down on Soarin’s rod. The problem with this, though, was that her wings wouldn’t lift her if he grabbed on, so he basically had to lie there and let her fuck him.

This was incredibly difficult to do. However, that was made it a competition, which in turn kindled the rivalry between them, which mixed with their lust and made things all the hotter...

“Challenge accept—AAAAAH!” Soarin’s eyes went wide. Every muscle in his body tensed as Dash flapped her wings and began moving up and down like a piston. He thought he’d been hard before, he thought couldn’t possibly be anymore aroused, but boy, was he wrong. Dash wiggled her hips every time she landed, her entwined tail was tugging on his, and she was giving him the most powerful bedroom eyes she could muster.

And then she started talking dirty.

“Gonna cum again, gorgeous?” Dash asked in a husky voice. “Gonna shoot some more seed in my warm, waiting pussy? I need you to do it, you know. For five whole weeks I’ve been looking forward to the feeling of your hot jizz inside me—”

“Daaaaaaash!” He was already on the edge. He wasn’t allowed to look away from her, wasn’t allowed to thrust in time with her, wasn’t even allowed to grip the sheets. He’d never once been able to outlast her when they did this, and it looked like this time would be no different.

“I missed my favorite toy so much,” Dash purred. “It’s so big and thick and heavy, I can’t believe I can take it all. I’m not sure if I could take it if it was any bigger, although I’d certainly be willing to try. Maybe we should see if Twilight’s spell stacks, hmm?”

The orgasm was coming like a freight train. He couldn’t stop it if he tried. The only thing holding it back was the additional force needed to propel the cum straight up.

“You’re close, Soarin,” Dash said. “You can’t hide it from me. I can feel you twitching. I can practically hear your balls churning. Come on, let it all out. Make me feel like a real—”

He let out a guttural roar. He arched his back and erupted inside Dash with such force that it felt like a balloon burst inside her. She groaned and began riding him in shorter, faster strokes, his spurts giving her the extra push she needed to bring her own climax to bear.

Soarin couldn't stop. The spell, the teasing, the continued pummelling, Dash’s moans, all of it worked together to make one orgasm roll right into another. Fireworks went off in his brain. The edges of the world began to fade out. His entire focus was where they were joined, and his peak kept stretching on and on. A particularly large wave of fluids gushed around his cock, and he became dimly aware of Dash ceasing her bounces. He couldn’t have that, so he grabbed onto her and picked up where she left off. He pounded her and pounded her until his rush finally subsided, and when he let go, she limply slipped off of him with a loud schlick and collapsed.

A brief lull followed. The two of them lay side by side for a few minutes, catching their breath and staring up at the ceiling. They were both sodden with sweat and sex, the cloud bed wasn’t much better, and the telltale scent of lovemaking was thick in the air. It was a welcome, familiar thing for them, and Soarin’s hoof wandered over to Dash’s to rest there. She gave his hoof a gentle tug, then she scooched closer so they could make out.

“How long was that?” Soarin asked after they broke a short time later.

Dash giggled. “Not sure. Same as usual, I think.”

“Mmm.” He started kissing her jawline. “We keep forgetting to buy a stopwatch.”

She raised her chin to give him better access. “Meh. You always last long enough for me to get off, so I don’t care.”

“Fair enough.” Soarin’s kisses started trailing down her neck and to her collarbone. “Ready to go again?”

Dash looked down at his still-magically-erect girth. Her own arousal kindled at the sight, but then she got an idea.

“Yeah, but let’s switch it up.” She sat up and crawled towards his crotch. “I’ll suck you off, you eat me out.”

He watched her climb on top of him. “You do know there’s a term for that.”

“You know that I don’t care,” Dash replied. She closed her eyes and inhaled his musk. “Now shut up and lick me. Be gentle.”

Soarin eyed his wife’s honeypot and smacked his lips. “Yes, dear.”

He started by planting small pecks on her inner thighs, pressing his tongue against her coat with each one. Then he made a slow circle of kisses around her dripping slit, which was still oozing from the previous rounds. Soarin wasn’t exactly a fan of tasting himself, but he knew it came with the territory, so he dove right in without hesitation. He lapped at her outer lips with enthusiasm, occasionally slithering his tongue inside her and swirling it all around. He then would pull back and flick her clit before continuing with longer, broader strokes, only pausing to swallow and breathe.

Dash, meanwhile, had begun by kissing his tip. She then ran her tongue up and down the titanic shaft, although this was more out of habit than to actually lube him up. She closed her lips around the first few inches to test how much room she had to work with, and that was when she confirmed that the scroll they’d used was indeed stronger. She was barely able to move her tongue, and her jaw was only just able to accommodate his size. It was uncomfortable, but Dash did love a challenge, so she began to bob her head up and down, going a little bit farther down each time.

It was difficult to concentrate while simultaneously being serviced. Soarin was trying to focus on some sort of pattern, but Dash’s suckling and slurping quickly sent him into a fever-pitch and he just shoved his snout into her mound. He licked and licked and licked, voraciously drinking in her sweet fluids as they spilled over and ran down his chin. It was like an addictive drug that hooked him on the first taste, and he couldn't get enough.

Dash had meant to suck on Soarin’s tip every time she pulled back, maybe play with his balls a little, but his frenzied tongue work made her mind blank. The only thought that remained was how much of his meat that she still had to swallow, so she decided to take it all in one go. She straightened her neck and plunged, not even feeling the head bump the back of her throat as she greedily gulped him down. She managed to take half on the first go and was about to come back up, but then Soarin started paying more attention to her love button. She spasmed as jolts of electricity ran through her spine, and before she even realized what’d happened, she was past his medial ring and was furiously licking at his base.

They both knew they weren’t going to last long. Dash’s throat was like a vice. Soarin’s tongue was relentless. Dash was mashing her marehood into his face so he couldn’t pull away. Soarin was bucking his hips like mad to keep her trapped. Dash was gripping and squeezing his ass. Soarin was madly suckling on her pearl.

It was too much. They went over the edge together and groaned as a massive surge of juices flooded out of them and into each other. Dash saw Soarin’s balls jerk and felt his cock swell as he shot long ropes of cum directly into her stomach. Soarin felt Dash wink and he opened his mouth wide to catch the flood of nectar spilling out. Their whole worlds were confined to between each other’s legs, and nothing else existed but the blissful sensations running through them.

Dash waited until Soarin was done before pulling back. His dick lewdly popped out of her mouth and she took several wet, gasping breaths. Her own orgasm had run its course, but Soarin didn’t seem to realize, as he’d now continued his oral efforts below.

“H-hey.” Dash swatted him with her tail. “Enough. I need a bit.”

“Your delicious pie is still in my face,” came his muffled reply.

Dash rolled her eyes. She pushed off of him and fell clumsily over to the side. All the cum in her stomach and pussy made her feel heavy and full, and she lay there on her side with her eyes closed. She rubbed her belly in circles and savored the afterglow.

“What do you wanna do next?” Soarin asked.

Dash didn’t open her eyes. “Shush. I wanna enjoy this.”

“I was thinking maybe we could break out some of the toys. What do you think?”

“Fine, go pick one out,” Dash said absentmindedly. She just wanted to lay there and focus on the warm, wonderful feeling that pervaded her entire body. She was still horny, yes, and therefore Soarin was still horny, but she didn’t want to waste something she’d been looking forward to for so long. She wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for, but she was sure they’d think of—

“How about this one?” Soarin said.

Dash looked up. He was standing over by the closet holding up a long, sky-blue double-ended dildo.

Her eyes gleamed. “That’ll work.”

Soarin grinned and tossed it over to her, then went over to the nightstand and pulled out a small white jar of lube. He started applying it to himself while she looked curiously down at the sex toy.

“You’ve been picking this one out more and more lately.” Dash picked it up and spun it above her head. “Have I addicted you to anal, or something?”

“Gah! Fucking cold…” Soarin winced. “You kinda… kinda have, actually. I didn’t think I’d like it at first, but it’s so different from anything else, and then I did some reading and found about prostate orgasms…”

“Right, you told me about that,” Dash said. “Kinda cool, actually. Never even knew that was a thing.”

“That makes two of us.” He finished and came back over with the jar. He then sat down behind her and readied a fresh glob. “Live and learn, I suppose.”

“I supp—OOLYCOLD!” She’d known it was coming, it was always a shock, but that knowledge never helped. They really needed to remember to heat it first.

“There,” Soarin said when he’d finished lubing both her and the dildo up. “How you wanna do this? Facing? Non-facing?”

“Facing.” She patted the spot on the bed beside her. “Right here. I don’t feel like getting up.”

“Lazy,” he teased. He plopped down where she’d indicated and kissed her nose. “Fair warning, though, I’m probably gonna wind up inside you.”

Dash glanced down at his member, still stiff and glistening with her spit. “That’s kind of the idea, you goof.”

“Hey, just making sure you know what you’re getting into.” Soarin took the dildo and molded it into a U-shape. “You look like you’re starting to get tired.”

“Your raging boner doesn’t look very tired,” she said. And for emphasis, she took it in her hooves and pointed it straight at her nethers.

Soarin gasped at her sudden touch and pushed into her on instinct. Her passage was practically molded to the shape of him by now, but that didn’t stop it from being any less intense.

“WAH!” Soarin’s face flushed. “Celestia’s sun, Dash! I wasn’t ready!”

Dash let out a dreamy sigh. “Your body certainly was.” She wrapped her forehooves around him and pulled him in the rest of the way.

“Grr.” Soarin pushed up a bit so he could wrap his hooves around her as well. “You’re lucky you’re my wife.”

She laughed. “And your lucky wife is waiting to be double-stuffed. Hurry up and start, would you?”

He thought about making some kind of witty reply to that, but then figured it’d just be easier to do what she asked. He lined up the dildo with his own greased-up hole first and forced himself to relax. He gently eased it in with a soft hum, ignoring the burning from being stretched and continuing on at a steady pace. It was the odd mixture of pleasure and pain that really made it good… well, that and the amplified sensations he got from when he thrust into Dash. He continued to inch the firm rod in deeper until it started to curve while shivering in delight.

Dash eyed him curiously. “Good?”

“Ohhhh, yesss…” He clenched down hard and wiggled his hips like he’d seen her do. “Is your… is your end in?”

“Nope,” she said. “It’s resting on my tailbone. You’ll need to bend it a little more.”

Soarin cursed. He reached down and pulled the dildo out a bit, then fumbled for the other end. He found it after some searching, put it in its proper shape, then guided it to her backdoor and pushed it all the way in.

Dash inhaled sharply. “Slow! Slowslowslowsloooowwwaaaahhh, that’s iiiiiit...” she melted into his arms once he started gently moving his hips. It was the same for her in regards to the pleasure and pain combo, and back when they’d done this for the first time, they’d realized that the enjoyment of the act completely hinged on how the two feelings played off one another. The pain of being penetrated was sharp and quick to fade, but the pleasure kept climbing and climbing until it peaked. It wasn’t something everypony would enjoy, that much was certain, but athletes aren’t exactly strangers to pain, so perhaps that was why they both liked it so much.

Soarin was now moving smoothly back and forth while she made out with him. Their tails were curled together, their wings were crossed, their hearts were beating in sync and their tongues were dancing back and forth. They could feel every movement together from their groins to their mouths, and it was by far the most intimate thing in all their sexual activities. Soarin kept his pace steady and controlled despite the desire to speed up, as he wanted to drag out the moment for as long as he could.

Dash’s rear loosened up and she took in more of the rubber shaft. The twin rods were rubbing and massaging her walls from both sides, and she just held onto to Soarin and let him continue his constant movements. He didn’t need to go faster to bring the orgasm to bear, and she didn’t need to force herself or do anything extra. It was like a huge, unstoppable thunderstorm that was just on the horizon, and all she needed to do was sit back and let it roll over her.

Soarin had now found his g-spot and was shifting around to make sure he kept hitting it. The little chestnut-sized bump was difficult to pin down, but the additional stimulation was well worth it. He stroked it particularly well and was rewarded with a warm, pleasant sensation, which made him twitch inside Dash.

“Close?” he asked her.

She nodded and bucked lightly against him. “Keep going… don’t stop...”

He kissed her. “Not gonna. You’re so good… so warm… so tight…”

Dash grunted. She hugged him harder as her ending approached. “Yes… more…”

The sound of their heartbeats filled his ears. “Your walls are like velvet... soft, silky, smooth… they keep clamping down and trying to milk me...”

She was right there. Just one more little push. She pressed her forehead to his and looked into straight into his eyes.

“Say it…”

He did, without hesitation. “I love you.”

It wasn’t sudden or rough, but the strength of it was beyond anything that she’d had previous. Her eyes rolled back, and she shuddered and convulsed in his arms as she wildly spasmed around the dual shafts inside her. She was swimming in a sea of endorphins, flying in a sky of bliss, and when Soarin reached his own finish and and began filling her up even more, it brought her up even higher. She was beyond screaming, her voice wouldn’t even work if she tried, and all she could do was revel in the ecstasy with her limbs locked around him.

She wasn’t sure how long the orgasm lasted. Long enough to put her into a stupor, but not so much to fully knock her out. Soarin was cuddling her when she came to, and she felt an emptiness down below that informed her he’d removed both himself and the dildo. He’d finally gone soft, and the slow-burning fire that’d been smoldering in her core was now quenched. A wave of fatigue was now washing over her, and she was tempted to just pass out right then and there.

“Hey,” Soarin whispered. He looked to be having considerable issues staying awake, too, but he hadn’t closed his eyes just yet.

Dash nuzzled his cheek. “Hey. You didn’t keep going while I was under this time.”

“Sorry,“ he said drowsily. “ Ran out of steam. If you want, I can wake up early tomorrow and pick up where we left off.”

She shook her head. “Nah. We’re both gonna be sore in the morning as it as. I’m gonna have to fly everywhere so I won’t get funny looks.”

“You fly everywhere anyway,” Soarin said with a wink. “And you get funny looks regardless of how you move. It’s a side-effect of being so awesome, remember?”

Dash snickered. “My awesomeness usually isn’t a dead giveaway of our furious fucking.”

He laughed along with her. “No, I suppose it isn't. Look on the bright side, though, I doubt they’d believe us even if we told them.”

“Probably not.” She yawned and felt the bed squish beneath her. “Ugh, the sheets are totally soaked. Again.”

Soarin cringed. “Yeah. I’ll need to change them before we zonk out.”

“Mmmhh, deal with it.” Dash rested her head on his chest. “I’ve been sleeping out in the wind and rain for over a month. You can handle being covered in sex for one night.”

Soarin didn’t feel much like arguing against that. Pegasi were practically immune to the cold, and it wasn’t like the dampness would bother them much in a cloud bed, but he was somewhat obsessive when it came to hygiene. Considering he wouldn’t be able to move without disturbing Dash and he was utterly exhausted as it was, though, he was willing to tough it out just this once.

Soarin snuggled closer to Dash and kissed the top of her head before drifting off to sleep.

“Challenge accepted.”

The End