> Bolt from the Blue
>  by Some Leech
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> Better than a Rainboom
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Left, right, left, right, left, right - Anon’s feet beat a steady cadence on the treadmill. Glancing over at the clock, realizing he’d already gone a solid ten minutes over his self-imposed running time, he grimaced and kept moving. It wasn’t exactly like he enjoyed the masochistic activity, often shambling home winded and weary, but he had a reason to push himself - a big, beautiful, blue reason.

“Is...is that all you got?” he huffed, glaring over at the mare cantering in place beside him.

Knitting her brow, while she galloped on her own immobile machine, Rainbow Dash locked eyes with him. “You haven’t beaten me yet, so don’t get your hopes up!”

Despite his sore muscles, the perspiration stinging his eyes, and his burning lungs, Anon smiled. He owed her a lot, more than he could likely ever repay, and he valued her above any other creature in Equestria. She’d been the one to find him just outside Ponyville, she’d helped him get a job, and she even seemed to enjoy spending time with him; all those would have been enough to leave him in debt, but it was because she’d been the first person, pony or otherwise, to convince him to better himself.

Even before he’d discovered himself in Equestria, his life hadn’t been that great. Crummy jobs, a lack of friends, and a litany of self esteem issues had been par for the course for him - that was, until he’d met her. Though he couldn’t explain why she’d taken an interest in hanging out with him, be it out of pity or some strange fascination, the athletic blue mare had quickly become his first and best friend in the land he came to call home.

Standing shorter than himself, with the top of her head coming to rest at his chest, Dash was an interesting creature. Not only was she a pegasus, able to fly about at astonishing speeds, but she was extraordinarily fit, competitive, and had a great sense of humor. She was, from looks alone, a sky blue mare with a prismatic mane and tail, but she was so, so much more than that.

It wasn’t long after he arrived in the world of talking, often magical horses, that she’d offhandedly talked him into joining her for a jog; the offer had sounded odd, at the time, considering she could literally fly, but he’d gone out for a brief run nonetheless. Since his first time out with her, she’d gradually pushed him harder and harder. A weekly bout of fitness with her became increasingly frequent, until he was working out with her nearly every day.

Besides trotting through or around Ponyville, they’d occasionally slip into the gym at the School of Friendship after classes had concluded. Given that he normally wouldn’t have been able to use the facility, were it not for the fact that Dash was a part-time teacher at the academy, he was all the more appreciative to be in her good graces. Housing a number of machines, free weights, and plenty of space for activities, the fitness area was perfect for when they wanted to mix things up or if the weather wasn’t great.

“Looking kinda winded, Buddy,” Dash teased, piquing a brow at him. “If you want to take a break, I won’t feel bad.”

“N...not on your - Shit,” Anon croaked, misstepping and tumbling backwards.

As he slammed onto the belt of the contraption, being unceremoniously deposited onto the ground, he stared up at the ceiling. Treadmills were a decent replacement for actually jogging, though they couldn’t compare to the real deal. The fresh air of the outdoors, seeing your progress, and having a breeze on your skin simply couldn’t be beat - that and you didn’t have to worry about keeping up with a continually moving piece of machinery.

“Dude, are you ok?” Dash bleated. 

Flapping her wings, hopping over to him, she loomed over his supine form. Bedecked in a hoodie and sweatpants, to make their indoor exercise a bit more taxing, her face was one of the only parts of her left uncovered - and what a face it was. Concern marked her radiant, cerise eyes, as she peered down at him. As she extended one wing, clearly more worried than she ought to be, the man grabbed the proffered appendage and got to his feet.

“Thanks,” he grumbled, readjusting his outfit and dusting himself off.

Stepping back, the mare inspected him from top to bottom. “Seriously, are you ok? Should I call a nurse?”

Anon straightened up and glowered, theatrically cradling one arm. “I...I think I hurt something.”

Her eyes widening, Dash anxiously stepping closer to her friend. “What’s hurt? I...I could carry you to the clinic!”

“No,” he gasped, doubling over, “it...it’s my pride.” Giving the joke a second to land, he playfully elbowed her chest.

“Anon,” she squawked, her unease instantly transitioning to frustration, “don’t scare me like that!”

He almost felt bad for the joke, almost, but it wasn’t the first time either had teased one another in such a way. They’d often rib each other, lightheartedly poking at weaknesses or affectionately teasing their differences, but it was all in good fun. So far as he knew, he’d never said or done anything to actually offend her, nor had she ever rubbed him the wrong way - simply put, the two just clicked.

His amusement faded, as he noticed a redness in the mare’s cheeks. “What? You didn’t really think I hurt myself, did you?”

“N...no!” she sputtered. Flipping the mane from her face, she petulantly turned away.

Anon tried to fight back a smile, but it was a losing battle. Her reaction, standing in stark contrast to her words, left little room for doubt - she was worried about him. She’d always been exceptionally easy to read, but that wasn’t a bad thing - far from it, in fact. Knowing that she cared so much warmed the depths of his heart, spurring him to hastily make amends. Stepping around to face her, he wrapped his arms around her neck.

“Sorry,” he sighed, squeezing her lightly. “I really couldn’t help myself.”

The mare stiffened in his grasp, and a frustrated snort escaped her, before she swiftly wriggled free. “Yeah - well don’t do that again. A...anyways, since you’re so tired that you’re falling all over yourself, how about we give ourselves a breather.”

Though she’d been easily outpacing him on the treadmill, all of the exertion had taken a toll on her. The hoodie and sweatpants she bore clung to her frame, plastered to her body like a second skin, and sweat dotted her brow. Regardless of her superior fitness level, it was obvious that she wouldn’t mind them both doing something a bit more relaxing, even if he couldn’t fathom what that something was.

“Got anything in mind?” he asked, fanning his shirt.

Trotting by him, towards the vacant, central area of the cavernous chamber, Dash peered over her shoulder. He still wasn’t clear on what she was planning to do, until she reached her destination, stepped her forelegs forward, and lowered her chest towards the floor. The sight of her casually stretching, with her rear angled almost directly towards him, almost immediately caused his loins to stir.

Different species or not, he couldn’t deny having developed an attraction towards his quadrupedal friend. He was utterly captivated by her personality, first and foremost, yet that was only part of what made her wonderful. She took care of herself, had saved the country innumerable times, and she was even a member of the Wonderbolts - an esteemed group of fliers. Wonderful character aside, his interest in her had gradually taken an unforeseeable turn.

Though she was an equine, having vast morphological differences, that added a distinctly exotic note to her appeal. Her body was different from his or any human’s, for that matter, yet he’d found himself appreciating her more and more often. The sheer grace she had, and the way her muscles glided over one another, was awe inspiring. There was no doubt that she was attractive, a fact that he’d only recently started to fully realize.

He wasn’t even a pony, yet he was utterly baffled that she hadn’t been scooped up by some lucky stallion or mare. He’d actually caught himself wondering if he should make a pass at her, possibly broaching the subject of moving their relationship past a simple friendship, yet he hadn’t worked up the nerve. The thought of courting her, potentially putting their friendship into jeopardy, terrified him, so he was willing to let things stay the way they were.

Crossing to her side, staving off the temptation to eye her sumptuously displayed and magnificently sculpted booty, he leaned forward and pressed his palms to the mat. It was fine if she wanted to take a break and stretch, but that didn’t mean he’d have to suffer through the temptation of watching her unintentionally present herself. Arching his back, while keeping his feet squarely planted on the floor, he assumed the bipedal variant of a downward dog.

Closing his eyes, attempting to relax, a gust of wind washed over his face. There weren’t any fans in the place, and he didn’t think they’d left any windows open, so the breeze was a pleasant, albeit unexpected mystery. Twisting his head to the side, as a second blast of air hit him, he cracked open an eye. Unlike himself, who was utilizing his four limbs, Dash had apparently decided to make use of her feathery appendages.

In much the same position as himself, she lazily extended and beat her wings. The sight of her stretching was bewitching, there was no other way to put it. Lost in the moment, keenly studying her impressive form, he submitted to his interest for her. His eyes wandered from her tranquil face, along her shoulder, down her flank, and ultimately to her tush. Stars above, though she usually went around in the nude, which was the norm for her kind, seeing her in form-fitting clothes was paradoxically erotic.

Transfixed, openly staring at her rump, a feathery mass of blue feathers was jammed into his face. Thrown completely off guard, he tumbled to the side and rolled to his back. As he lay there, blankly blinking up at the ceiling, he issued a silent prayer. It would have been fine if she’d simply decided to endearingly bully him, but he dearly hoped she hadn’t noticed him looking at her in an unbecoming way.

Leaping upwards, using the profound strength of her legs and her wings, she landed squarely on top of him - well almost. Effectively pinned in place, with a pair of hooves to either side of his head and hips, he was trapped. The shocking development gave him a moment for pause - not just because she’d effectively straddled him, but because of the impish smile on her face.

“So,” she began, lowering her face to his, “what were ya looking at?”

Anon’s thoughts raced, desperately trying to concoct an excuse. She’d almost certainly realized he’d been eyeing her behind, or she’d made a darn good guess - either way, he was in a pickle. If he tried to bluff her, she’d almost certainly give him a hard time or call him out on it. Looking around, taking note of the wrestling wring they were partially within, he made a wild claim.

“I was wondering if you’d ever wrestled before,” he blurted.

Tilting her head to the side, the mare’s eyes narrowed. “I used to in school, back when I was a filly, why?”

Acting on instinct, letting the misdirection carry itself, his mind didn’t have time to process what came out of his mouth. “Maybe we could try sometime…”

“Please,” Dash scoffed, rearing back, “as if you could handle me in the ring. You might have me on strength, but that doesn’t mean anything - after all, what good would that muscle do if you can’t get your hands on me.”

“Maybe, but you’d only have a certain amount of space to - Ooof!” he wheezed, as she unceremoniously seated herself on his lap.

Had she been a normal horse, or possibly an earth pony, there was a real chance that the blow could have done some damage, but that wasn’t an issue. As a pegasus, having a remarkably light frame, her weight only drove the wind from his sails and lungs. They’d roughhoused a few times before, while hanging out or playing games, but this had been the first time she’d ever done something so impulsive.

“Yup, that’s what I thought,” she haughtily sighed, arching her back and extending her wings. “Hope you like it down there, because that’s the view you’d get if we ever did wrestle.”

Inhaling, attempting to form a rebuttal, Anon hesitated. The heat of her groin, bearing down on his crotch, was like wildfire. Even though her sweats and his shorts, the warmth radiating from her was unmistakable, although that was only one facet of the conundrum he suddenly found himself in. Seeing her above him, smiling smugly down at him, caused his heart to skip a beat.

“And the crowd goes wild!” she exclaimed, triumphantly raising her wings and one foreleg. “One...two…”

Anon grimaced, knowing full well what she was doing. Before she could count to three, and give herself the title of champion, he lifted one shoulder from the mat. Be darned if he was going to let her crown herself as the victor without a fight - heck, he’d never hear the end of it if she did! Propping himself up, attempting to push himself into a seated position, a hoof gently pressed into his chest.

“What’s that? Does someone have some fight in them?” she nickered, gently pressing him back down to the floor. “How about you be a good human and stay there,” she cockily mused, rocking her hips forward and back.

The sensation of the arrogant athlete grinding on him made Anon’s situation all the more dire. He could already feel himself getting hard, his body responding to the veritable assault on his senses, so he had to act fast. If he stayed where he was, allowing her to best him, he’d be handing over bragging rights and possibly creating a very awkward situation for himself - if she realized how turned on he was getting. There was only one thing he could do, so he did just that.

Lifting and bracing his right leg, as he twisted and grabbed the mare’s stabilizing foreleg, he kicked off. While he was by no means a competitive strongman, his regular training, natural size, and countless hours of watching professional wrestling worked to his immediate advantage. Setting her off balance, sending her crashing into the mat to his left, he rolled on top of her.

The maneuver hadn’t been that cleanly executed, what with his lack of actual experience and the differences of their physiology, yet he pulled it off all the same. Awkwardly landing on her chest, with his torso between her outstretched limbs, kneeling just aft of her behind, he flipped the tables - still, it took him a moment to orient himself. He’d been surprised the tactic actually worked, truth be told, although a new problem quickly presented itself.

With his face pressed between her forelegs, hauling air into his lungs, a curious aroma tickled his nostrils. Slightly sharp and fruity, with the slightest tinge of something wild, the fragrance was as captivating as it was unfamiliar - at least it was, until he remembered whom he was laying on. Lifting his head, he pursed his lips.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asked, nonplussed.

“What? No! Why would I wear that frilly, frufru stuff?” Dash rebuked, wriggling beneath him.

“I just…” he trailed off, coming to grips with the situation.

There he was, sporting a growing erection, while he rested between his best friend’s powerfully built thighs. Finding himself in such a compromising situation would have been bad enough, but the revelation that the mare smelled heavenly did little to help his growing arousal. Caught in the moment, trying and failing to figure out what to do, she fidgeted slightly.

“J...just what?” she murmured, staring down her chest at his face.

“I...it’s nothing, really,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Fooling her about where he was looking was one thing, but trying to bluff his way out of asking about perfume was another issue entirely. It wasn’t like he wanted to lie to her, so letting the matter rest was his best bet. Unfortunately for him, his friend wasn’t so willing to drop the subject.

Blushing slightly, Dash looked away. “Do I smell weird or something?”

Steeling himself, seeing no other option, Anon screwed his eyes shut. “No, you actually smell really nice.”

A deafening silence befell the gym, as he held his breath. He had no way of knowing how she’d react, so he’d been reluctant to admit the truth. The last thing he wanted to do was threaten their friendship, but deceiving her would have eventually eaten away at him. He just hoped she wouldn’t give him a hard time about his honest answer.

“Weirdo,” she muttered, causing him to peek down at her.

Taken aback, yet feeling fortunate that her reaction hadn’t been worse, his rebuke was swift and merciless. “Bold claim, coming from a mare who was just rubbing herself on me.”

Dash’s mirth died outright, replaced by a brilliant redness seeping into her cheeks. “I was not rubbing myself on you - besides, I wasn’t the one getting that excited from it!”

Her rebuttal struck a crippling blow; not only had she sensed his excitement, as she’d so eloquently put it, but she hadn’t shied away from him throughout their perilous brief confrontation. Feeling himself start to blush, keenly aware that his precariously concealed erection was still pressed against her, he straightened up.

“I bet you were, but it’s not like it’s that easy to tell with girls!” he proclaimed, prodding her chest with a finger.

Practically pouting, she leered up at him. “I...I was not! How am I supposed to get turned on by you, if I don’t even know what you look like out of those clothes you wear all the time?!”

“Oh?” Anon scoffed, grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Is that a request?”

Locking eyes with him, the mare defiantly chose not to answer. Whether or not her remark was meant as an invitation was beyond him, yet he felt compelled to give her a look at his chest, if nothing else. Hauling the damp garment up and over his head, leaving his torso to glisten in the cool air, his proud smile faltered; her eyes widened ever so slightly, playing over his pecs and down his abdomen.

Unsure of how to process the situation, he crossed one arm over his chest - that was, until her head crept forward. Transfixed, bringing her muzzle to within a hare’s breadth of his face, she deeply inhaled and shuddered. Of all the things she could have done, having her brazenly take a whiff of him had not been what he’d expected. Remaining motionless, as she withdrew slightly, their eyes met.

“Y...you,” she stammered, swallowing hard, “smell good too.”

Losing himself, staring deeply into her eyes, a sudden compulsion gripped him. There were moments when words weren’t necessary, when actions alone were called for. He genuinely had know way of knowing if her comment was truthful, but it didn’t matter; if she was pulling her leg, she was about to be in for one heck of a surprise.

Reaching out, gently cradling her face, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She started, unprepared for the spontaneous affection, yet she was quick to reciprocate. Shifted beneath him, her wings wrapped around his back and drew him in. The sensation of her feathers against his bare flesh sent a shiver up his spine, fanning the flames of his growing lust. Just as her large, muscular tongue forced its way into his mouth, she briskly withdrew.

“Move,” she grunted, rolling to the side and dislodging the man.

Stepping back from between her hind legs, he watched her ineffectually wrestle with her hoodie. “You - uh - need a hand?”

Quietly cursing to herself, retracting her wings through the garment, she pulled the sweater up her torso. “If you - darn it - want to help, get my pants off.”

His arousal warred against his higher functions, with the former winning out by a slim margin. If she wanted him to pull her pants off, who was he to oppose? The way things were going, judging from her reaction to the kiss, it was painfully obvious that she was more than interested to continue, though he couldn’t say to what extent - still, if she wanted him to help her disrobe, he’d be pleased to oblige her. Stepping to her side, slightly aft of her behind, he pulled at one leg of her sweats.

Hauling the garment clear of her rump, only making it half way up her hind legs, he froze. Besides positively glistening in sweat, her sex looked different than usual. While he didn’t try to look at her goods on a regular basis, it had occasionally happened from time to time; it was simply unavoidable, since she was naked almost constantly. Her marehood appeared positively engorged, winking open to reveal a succulent pink interior, but that wasn’t the only anomaly - no, she was positively drenched.

“Don’t stare at it!” Dash groused, flicking the hoodie away.

Anon flinched, reminded of just what he was looking at. “S...sorry,” he mumbled, speedily pulling her pants off.

“If you’re sorry, how about you let me look at your junk,” she groused, reaching down and covering her nethers with the tips of her wings.

Put on the spot, he backed away. While he should have anticipated she’d ask him to strip, given the turn of events, the act itself wasn’t all that easy - at least, not in a psychological sense. There wasn’t a single pony who’d seen him fully nude, so far as he knew, so baring himself to one of Equestria’s denizens, let alone a mare, made him the slightest bit uncomfortable. Hooking his thumbs over the waistband of his shorts, he gathered his courage and began wriggling free of the trunks.

With the roles reversed, Dash watched the garment steadily move down his waist. As the open air hit his groin, with the article pressing his erection downward, the base of his cock was revealed. It was only at that moment that the gravitas of the situation fully hit him; he wasn’t just about to show his goods to a lady horse, he was going to be measured up against any and all guy horses she’d seen before. Passing the threshold, having gone too far to turn back, he let the shorts drift to the ground.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not bigger than a stallion’s,” he chuckled, attempting to inject some comedy to salve his doubtlessly wounded pride, “but I never got any complain-”

“Dude,” she whispered, gawking at his turgid manhood, “you’re huge!”

“I...what?” Anon coughed. Knowing full well he must have misheard her, shook his head. “You’re messing with me.”

“No, really, I haven’t seen all that many before, but that,” she noted, nodding to his tool, “is definitely on the bigger side.”

His jaw flapped for a moment, as her words sank in. She was either stroking his ego, being sincere, or some combination of the two - either way, a wave of relief and pride washed over him. Suddenly emboldened, doubling down on the indecent display, he rested his hands behind his head and swayed his hips; the act definitely didn’t go unnoticed, prompting her to hungrily lick her lips.

“I gotta say,” he snickered, glancing to her still-covered loins, “I liked what I saw myself - gotta admit, your bits look pretty amazing.”

“R...really?” she softly replied, gradually unveiling herself to him. “I...I mean, if you’re that interested, I guess you can have a closer look…”

The display, paired with the barely veiled request, was enough to pique his interest. Shuffling behind her, he lowered himself into a deep squat. Situated as she was, apparently content to let him indulge his curiosity, the man was given unfettered access to her groin and all the wonders it held. Though the sight of her teats was tempting, her sex drew him in.

Coming to a rest, Anon leaned forward and closely inspected her marehood. The dark, meaty lips of her sex weren’t dissimilar to a woman’s, but there were several distinct differences. Her seemingly involuntary winking, a reflex he only assumed was due to her excitement, and the size clit set her apart from a human, kindling his imagination as to what she felt like. Aside from the visual dissimilarities, the smell was what hit him hardest.

With her garments removed, being mere inches from her nethers, her natural scent was almost overpowering. Like some ambrosial siren’s song, the musk of her arousal drew him in. As the heat of her loins washed over his face, basking him in her profound warmth, his composure withered. Her fragrance was divine, spurring him to sample yet another wonder of she had to offer - her taste.

Leaning in, he buried his face in her marehood. His lips pressed to her entrance, while his nose came to rest against the delicate bud above, as he started eagerly lapping away. Strange, marvelous flavors washed over his tongue, fueling his desires. Though the taste was hard to describe, like some combination of sweet grass, sweat, and citrus, it was absolutely amazing.

“Oh buck,” Dash quietly whispered, as her upturned thighs quivered above him.

The mare’s spontaneous utterance was wildly inspirational, exciting him all the more. Reaching out, grabbing and kneading her haunches, he dined on her sensual flesh. The sensation of her velvety interior against his tongue, her nectar coating his palate, the bouquet of her unwashed body, the sound of her stifled whimpers - truly, she was a treat for the senses. 

Feasting upon her snatch, content to warm her up, an insidious idea struck him; since she was the competitive sort, rare to admit defeat, he wondered how long she would last before asking for more. Angling his head upward, he focused on her achilles heel - her clit. If there was one thing that could drive any female up a wall, it was having the overly sensitive love button toyed with.

Dash gasped, as he suckled on the little bulb, but he was far from finished. Shifting in place, bringing one hand to her sex, he sank two fingers into her. Flexing his digits, mutely wondering if her g-spot was in the same location as a human’s, he struck gold. A throaty groan escaped her, and she trembled against him, while she endured his carnal assault - that was, until she could bear it no longer. Minutes passed, with her mareish juices dribbling down his chin, before she cleared her throat.

“C...could we maybe…” she fell silent, unwilling or unable to complete her request.

Hardly one to turn her down, playing off the fact that he was so hard that it hurt, Anon got to his feet. Some part of him was deeply thankful that she’d voiced her desires, since he hadn’t been sure how long he would have been able to hold out - still, he was exceedingly proud that he’d pushed her to the breaking point. Looming above her, taking in all her erotic majesty, he mused on how best to bed the beast.

Her size would make missionary somewhat difficult, but he was determined to keep her as she was. She was slightly too large to effectively plow on his knees, a position he felt sure they’d both enjoy, which left him one option. Bending over, resting his hands on her chest, he stepped back and gradually lowered himself.

Cocking her head to the side, Dash watched the man get into position. “You want me to roll over? It might be easier if -”

“No,” he cut her off, looking to her face, “if we’re going to do it, I want to look at you.”

The surprised and flustered look she gave him was absolutely priceless. Despite the fact that he’d been eating her out mere moments ago, her face went a bright crimson. As entertaining as her reaction was, he couldn’t wait to see how she responded to his next move. Kicking his legs back, bringing his groin to hers, he ground his length between her lower lips.

Though he’d fully intended to tease her a bit, the sensation of rubbing against her rocked him to the core. She was much, much hotter than a woman, having a higher natural body temperature than a human, so he had to restrain himself from diving in. Holding himself up, with his hands on her waist, he grinned up at her.

“You want it?” he whispered, gliding his cock over her clit.

Peering down at him, gnawing her lower lip, Dash nodded. The look of desire she bore almost broke his resolve - almost. Tracing the fingers of one hand over her abdomen, to one of the inviting teats just below him, he playfully twisted and pinched the little bud. She winced, shivering slightly, as her wings flicked out to her sides. 

He couldn’t help himself from getting her worked up and wrapped around his finger - heck, for all the hard times she’d given him, she had it coming - still, he could only keep it up for so long. They’d reached a threshold, one which they stood on the cusp of breaching, and it was time to make the leap. Rolling his hips back, bringing his tip to her entrance, he gradually drove into her.

The feeling of her silken canal embracing him was, in a word, godly. In that moment, lazily delving her depths, her earlier statement rang true; either she was extraordinarily tight for her size, or he was relatively large compared to a stallion. Closing his eyes, while inch after inch of his manhood sank into her, he only stopped when he’d bottomed out.

Rearing back slightly, glancing down and realizing he hadn’t even hilted, he knit his brow. Somehow, in spite of their differences in size, he’d managed to completely fill her. The revelation undid him, causing what little willpower he had to collapse outright. Withdrawing a bit of his shaft, seeing his dick glimmer in the dim light, he started thrusting.

Slow to start, he gave both of them plenty of time to adjust. He wasn’t sure if she’d fooled around with other species before, but the momentous occasion was a first for him. Though he was keenly aware that he’d crossed a boundary, making love to something leagues different than a human, he didn’t care. As their eyes met, they lost themselves to one another.

The union was more than some base, bestial need. He would never have entertained the thought of some wild fling with someone, and he felt certain that she thought the same. Born of trust, compassion, and desire, they gave one another something they’d been lacking - something that outshone the difference of their forms.

In, out, in, out - the drumbeat of his bucking hips reached a steady tempo. The air was cool and deathly quiet, steaming slightly around their heated bodies, with only the occasional grunt or muted groan from the pair breaching the silence. He desperately hoped she was enjoying the experience as much as he was, because that’s very much what it was - a truly wondrous experience.

Her scent flooded his sinuses, her warmth permeated through him, and the sensation of her snug, satiny canal were more than he could ask from any lover - especially one as gorgeous and charming as herself. Bit by bit, caving to his urges, he began to increase his speed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take his time, but the protracted dry spell and the gratuitous amount of foreplay had been exceedingly exhilarating.

Though he was on top, effectively pinning her beneath himself, Dash gave as good as she got. In no time flat, she synchronized her movements to his own. With every backstroke, she violently seized around his fleeing shaft - with each plunge, she bucked up to meet his thrusts. Thinking that was all she could muster, being a quadruped, he was in for a shock.

Her forehooves came to rest on his shoulders, while she locked her fetlocks over his hips. Flexing her hind legs, forcing him to rut her with increasing force, he found himself at a loss. If she was that enthusiastic when she was being pinned, heaven help him if she gained more control. Anon shuddered to think how she’d act if she had the wheel, though he certainly hoped to find out at some point.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, their bodies moved in concert. Wanting - no, needing more, he shifted. Draping himself over her belly, continuing to plow her like a field in spring, he wrapped his arms around her chest. The primal portions of his mind, compelling him to exert himself, came to the fore, sending his passion into a roaring inferno.

Plastering himself on her, with his face pressed against her chest, he ratcheted up the intensity. He would have thought that controlling her wouldn’t have been so easy, given the disparity of their mass, but he was vastly mistaken. Bit by bit, her efforts waned, leaving him solely at his mercy.

Quivering under him, Dash rolled her head back. “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! Oh my go-Nnnnngh!” she mewled, as her sex convulsed around his jackhammering length.

Without any warning whatsoever, a torrent of hot, syrupy mare cum cascaded over his groin, balls, and upper thighs. The unexpected turn sent him into a frenzy, demolishing what little self restraint he’d had left. Knowing he’d driven her to a climax, pleasuring something so much larger than himself, pushed him to the very brink.

Rutting her like a prize stud, screwing his eyes closed, he did what he could to concentrate. Some deep part of his subconscious forced him to hold out, to assert his carnal might as best he could - not for himself, but for her. It was the first time he’d overtaken her on any front, and he wanted to widen the gap. Sadly, distracted as he was, he never saw his ruinous end coming.

Like the wings of an angel, Dash’s feathery appendages surrounded him; with one around his back, and the other holding his head, he opened his eyes. Her head shot forward, locking her plump, luscious lips around him. With that one fateful kiss, in that singular moment, his fate was sealed.

With one final, titanic plunge, he slammed the tip of his cock to her womb. His knees buckled, his heart thundered in his chest, and his tongue entwined with hers, as rope after seething rope of his seed erupted into her depths. Passionately making out, fitfully thrusting and twitching in her grasp, he laid claim to the mare he loved.

All of their time together, the relationship they’d developed, culminated at that juncture. The physical ecstasy she delivered paled in comparison to the emotional onslaught which overtook him. She was his best friend, possibly the closest he’d ever had, and he genuinely cared for her; all it took was the catharsis of making love for him to fully realize it.

Awash in a sea of bliss, riding out the rapture of their near-tandem climaxes, she became his world. Time dragged to a standstill, or so it seemed, as the onrush of pleasure was gradually replaced by the warm, comforting euphoria of the exchange. Pulling away, feeling himself soften within her clinging depths, he locked eyes with her.

Staring at one another, a hush fell over them. They’d crossed a line, one from which there was no going back, and neither knew what to say - at least, that’s how Anon interpreted her silence. By some cosmic mercy, the corners of her lips turned up, breaking the tension. He smirked up at her, reaching out to sweetly stroke the side of her muzzle.

“P...pretty good?” he rasped, suppressing his nerves and seizing the initiative.

Dash’s smile broadened, before she tittered to herself. “Pretty good?” she softly repeated, wiping her face with one wing. “It was only the best I’ve ever had!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. Her mirth faltered, when she noticed his surprised expression. “I...I just hope I wasn’t that bad.”

“Bad?” he scoffed, askance. “Dash, you were absolutely a-”

“Don’t you say it!” she hissed, pressing a pinion to his lips.

Composing himself, brushing her wing aside, he brought his face just before her snout. “Awesome.”

“You’re such a nerd!” she guffawed, shoving him away.

“Says the dweeb!” he countered, plastering himself against her.

Her mirth was infectious, elevating his chuckle to a deep belly laugh. Holding her tightly, basking in the moment, he was suddenly rolled to his side and onto his back. The move was fast, taking place in the blink of an eye, leaving him absolutely stunned. Somehow, despite having just had sex, she’d summoned the strength to pin him under herself.

If someone had told his past self that he’d eventually end up bedding a flying, talking horse, he would have laughed in their face. Never in his life would he have thought he’d develop feelings for or bed a female of another species, yet there he was. In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter - nothing mattered, except for her.

“You think that was awesome,” she snickered, bringing her muzzle to his ear. “Just wait until you get me in a bed…”

He gulped, with her words cutting through the post-coitus mental fog. Though he’d just suffered through a cataclysmic orgasm, his semi-rigid length twitched. She wasn’t just happy with his performance, she was apparently looking forward to another bout of lusty shenanigans. As excited as he was by the statement, he struggled to keep a straight face. If she had the gumption to taunt him, he’d have to return the favor.

“Well, if you insist, we could always…” he trailed off, bracing his legs and thrusting into her.

“Oh!” she chirped, bearing down and grinding herself on him. “Another round already? Geez, you really are feisty!”

He shrugged, playing off his mounting excitement. “We are in a wrestling ring. Best two out of three?”

With her confidence on full display, spreading and flapping her wings behind herself, she sluggishly straightened up. “Just don’t be mad if you’re walking funny for a few days.”

“Don’t worry,” he scoffed, sitting up and slapping one muscular cheek of her ass, “I’m sure you’ll nurse me back to health.”

And just like that, they began again. Under the pale light of the gymnasium, within the depths of the School of Friendship, the pair transcended what they once had. Though they were friends, trusting and confiding in one another, they became something more. Only time would tell what fate awaited them, but they were both sure of one thing - they’d meet their destiny together…