Chapter 1
“Ugh, why are you so heavy?”
It wasn’t that you were particularly heavy, but it was rather a miracle that the filly—maybe a bit conservative of a word; she was what would pass for late teenage years—had borne you the way she had. Most fully grown pegasi that had offered you a lift in the past had clearly worked themselves to their limit in doing so, and it wasn’t the implications of a pony-back ride that had made them decline to do so again.
The fact that Rainbow here had lifted you with just a bit less effort than they had spoke worlds of her talent and strength, or maybe it was the innate pegasus magic you’d come to accept as just another fact of life of Equestria. Whatever it was, she had it to spare, but you didn’t dare to voice any sentiment one way or another until there was a safe layer of cloud below you.
That thought still didn’t comfort you as she cleared the edge of the massive, rolling cloud-bank that was the foundation of Cloudsdale Academy. Like the others in close proximity, it seemed to be constantly in motion and yet perfectly still. You didn’t feel safe approaching the “ground” and you knew you wouldn’t until you were sure the charm you’d paid for really proved its worth.
As worried as you were, you didn’t see Rainbow Dash pick up on it with a devious smirk.
She let you go.
An unfinished, terrified expletive became muted as you finished the scream with your face in the cloud. It wasn’t unlike screaming into a pillow, and as your heart stopped thudding in your chest, you realized that the charm had worked. You didn’t even hear the hooffalls as Rainbow landed beside you, but you did hear the gleeful cackling of a pony most satisfied with her prank.
“Ah, lighten up, big guy. You know I would never have let you fall if that mumbo-jumbo didn’t hold. Right?”
Did you? You looked up from the clouds under you and were prepared to fix Rainbow with the glare to end all glares, but you saw it in her eyes. She was right; she never would’ve let you fall. She’d have hit the ground first.
It was insanely easy to forgive ponies, but most of the time it was because they were just too adorable to stay mad at and far less often did you see such a fire in their eyes. Besides, as you valued your life, you’d never call Rainbow adorable to her face.
After deciding that you were confident enough to stand, you let Rainbow help you to your feet as a sign of good faith. It also gave you an excuse to rest a hand on her warm body, which brought you back to the reason you’d spent a week’s worth of bits on the weekend charm.
A weekend with Rainbow at her dorm.
As things were, she’d dropped you almost fully on the doorstep of the large building carved from what seemed hardened cloud formations. As she led you up the stairs you heard her hoofsteps again, and you realized that it was incredibly solid (or at least to those suffused with pegasus magic). No longer the spongy, mattress-like texture of the front lawn, this had weight and substance.
It looked like quite the old building though it could have been made last week with what you knew of pegasus techniques. White cumulonimbus was streaked here and there with dark thunderhead, lending it the look as well as the feel of dew-coated marble. Rainbow nudged the door open for you, and when it closed behind, the click echoed through the smooth foyer.
After that, nothing.
“Told ya. It’s just you and me.” A nuzzle from behind became a full-body caress as she strode around to your front side again, grinning over her shoulder. Her tail was just barely in the way of where your eyes were naturally drawn. “We could totally get started right here and nopony would see us,” she teased.
Shaking your head with some reluctance prompted her to dash up the stairs without even touching them. She turned at the top and beckoned you with a gesture of her foreleg. “C’mon then! You gotta find me first. I’ll be in my room!”
As you leapt up the stairs, she disappeared down the hallway that extended to the right. A cloud-carved plaque, once you reached the top of the stairs, could be read designating it the “East Wing” but given the mobile nature of the entire freaking city, you thought at the back of your mind that designation was up to some interpretation.
Not so Rainbow Dash’s dorm room. As worried as you were that it would take long minutes to find hers out of the dozens around, the instant you laid eyes on the sixth door on the right you knew it was hers. The fact that her cutie mark was stamped on the door over an unfamiliar one—three pink butterflies, it looked like—was irrelevant; it was the only one with the sock over the handle.
Subtle, Rainbow Dash. You opened the door and at first you began to doubt your choice with no Rainbow in sight. Announcing your presence with a hesitant voice, you stepped in. The door clicked shut behind you, locked, and the pegasus swept down from the space just over it, half-carrying and half-knocking you onto the nearest bed.
She was on you in an instant, rainbow mane framing her half-closed eyes as she crashed her lips against yours, panting heavily through her nose as she made out with you, her readily evident arousal building swiftly as her tongue teased against your own. Hers was superior in every way: Size, skill, and, of course, speed. You kept up as best you could, but making out with Rainbow Dash was never a game you tried to get ahead in; you just held on for the ride.
You also held onto her flanks, squeezing the toned muscles and prompting her to arch her back with a slightly louder moan. Her forequarters pressed down against your chest, and you swore you could feel her heartbeat against your own as she closed her eyes, not giving an inch of ground. You’d almost taken the lead for an instant, and she wrested it back.
After what seemed an eternity, both of your lips glazed with each others’ taste, she pulled back from the kiss, smooth teeth pinching at your bottom lip and tugging until it slipped free, her nose to yours. “You got a problem with these clothes. Fix it.”
You worked enough buttons loose on your shirt to wiggle it up and over your head, tossing it to some unseen corner of the room while Rainbow slid down. She would complain about your clothing, but she understood on a very primal level that half of the fun of a gift was in unwrapping it.
Dextrous, practiced teeth worked at your belt, a hoof helping to undo the buckle—and strayed a little lower, to the stretching denim, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat—then pulling it completely off. It gave a light crack, like she was supposed to be Daring Do with a whip or something, and she tossed it aside. You always worried what would happen if she were to keep hold of the belt longer.
You reached down and undid the button, the only part she wasn’t all that good at, and with another tug your zipper slid all the way down. The pegasus set her teeth carefully around the denim just below, and tugged as you lifted your waist from the bed. With an urgency you forced your shoes off of your feet just in time for her to remove your pants entirely. Only your boxers remained in the way, and it was a miracle she had the focus to tug them free in the same manner without missing or worse.
Your cock sprung free, and it was only then that you seemed to notice the constant chill in the air; another advantage of being a pegasus was that she never felt it. A shiver ran through you and she seemed to realize what was wrong.
Her body was ten times warmer as she pressed it against your naked form. She kissed your lips again, but slower and more passionate this time, moaning against them as her tongue flicked against yours, and the whole time she was beginning to steadily dry-hump you, her wings spread wide above her until they trembled. As overwhelming as her taste and sweet breath were, you could also smell something else.
Cloudsdale didn’t seem to have any ambient scent, so when you began to pick up that unique mixture of musk and a fresh rainshower, you realized that Rainbow was literally dripping over you already. She confirmed this with a stroke of her body against yours that went higher, and your shaft was left glistening in her wake.
“Fuck I need you inside me,” she growled, only somewhat breaking the kiss; her lips stayed pressed to yours even as she spoke. “Hold it so I can ride you.”
Your orders given, you took a hand that had returned to her flanks without so much as a thought and gripped your own member, angling it upward and back. She didn’t waste time; another forward rock and then her body pressed back. With a wet sensation, her tight lips met your tip, stretched around it, and seemed to seal behind it while she sank down on you to the hilt.
“Ah!” Her scratchy, squeaky voice filled the room. You kept your eyes open with great effort and you were rewarded with the sight of her ears pinned back against her slightly damp mane, eyes closed tightly in bliss and her muzzle agape, panting and even drooling a bit over you. It was the most feminine you ever got to see of Rainbow, and the sight melted your heart and made your cock twitch fiercely in the hot confines of her cunt.
After the moment of overwhelming ecstasy was passed, she began to rock back and forth again, but no longer the broad motions from the brief make-out session; these were controlled bucks of her hips, rising smoothly and falling sharply on your cock. You began to lift your own hips to meet hers, eager to feel her heat wrapping around every inch of you, and your reward was another one of those adorable and arousing wordless squeaks of pleasure.
The scent of Rainbow Dash was no longer something you noticed, but something that engulfed you like her warmth, the silky texture of her fur, the power in her muscles as she worked over you. You were quite figuratively drowning in her essence, and you couldn’t be happier. Your hand returned to her flank, no longer needing to keep yourself guided into her, and your palm elicited a sharp smack against her cutie mark.
For an instant she felt like a vise. A slick and quivering, already-tight tunnel you were balls-deep inside, and she clenched—and tensed above you as well—with every ounce of her strength in response to your smack. Her eyes were open again, and it took a moment to realize she wasn’t actually angry at you for the inadvertent spank. She spoke.
“Harder.”
This was new, but not unwelcome. She was in charge—honestly you felt a little afraid at the concept of saying no—so it seemed perfectly acceptable to acquiesce to her demand for more. You lifted your hand, gave another sharp upwards thrust into her, and brought your open palm down with deliberate force this time. Her toned flank rippled for just an instant after, and every muscle in her body tensed. It was a miracle that you didn’t cum inside her then and there.
“Nngh! Harder!”
You smacked her other flank this time, to her very vocal delight. It was a good thing that the rest of the student body was out for the weekend or your passionate rutting would have grabbed the ear of every pony in the building. Another smack, her left flank this time and on the withdrawing stroke. She clenched around you hard enough to almost keep you from pulling back.
She shuddered over you, a sign she wasn’t far off. If you’d known she liked being spanked so much you would’ve been indulging her this since long ago. You gave your arms a break after a few swats and just held her tight, palms on her flanks and fingers teasing at the cleft of her rear as she bounced up and down on you. Between her moans and yelps of ecstasy the sound of her soaked crotch fur against you provided a lewd, staccato background noise that only spurred you on more.
You were getting close, and there was nothing you could do to stave it off at this point. You’d think more on how it could have backfired later, but in the moment it seemed a good idea. Your fingertips were so close to that heat under her tail already and she’d proven to like some more adventurous things. You gave her flank one more sharp slap as your own moans became urgent in warning, and as she braced herself to bounce on you as deep as possible, you teased a single digit just a little farther.
It was only the slightest bit of penetration, but you felt her hot and impossibly tight ring wrap around your fingertip and positively clench in response. “H’ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” she chanted in a high-pitched, whining voice as her ears laid back yet again, and she muffled her girly shrieks against your lips once more, stealing your breath as you held your cock and your finger inside her gripping, shuddering body.
As her orgasm wracked her form, her thick nectar spilled out around you, soaking your balls and the bedding below. It was all you could take, and as she drenched you with her wetness, you gave a few powerful thrusts of your hips as you surged into her, your thick and viscous seed coating her walls and filling her up until the mingling mixture streaked the bottom inches of your cock, below the tight seal of her cunt around you.
She was trembling and squeezing on you for a long minute after, and not for the first time you remarked how being inside her could keep you hard even after being spent. Finally she broke the kiss, panting. You looked up at the spent pegasus filly, drinking in her appearance. Her mane and coat were equally drenched in sweat, her gaze slightly unfocused as she recovered from her climax. Slowly though, those magenta eyes narrowed and trained on your own.
“You’d better…” She swallowed, then continued. “...not have just done that….to tease me.”