Rainbow Dash gets a bellyrub

>Day 666 in Equestria

>Just a nice, peaceful day in Ponyville.

>No Applerapist or Fetishshy to irk you all day long.

>No, just a nice day planned out with your bro, Rainbow Dash. Chilling by the lake, a few drinks… livin’ the good life, that’s for sure.

>Speaking of Rainbow Dash…

“Hey Rainbro!” you yell as the familiar multicoloured mane comes into view.

>”Hey Anon!” she replies excitedly, nodding to a cyan-blue cooler which you knew would be full of booze.

“Got everything we need?”

>”Let’s see, Twilight gave me a checklist so I wouldn’t forget anything.” Rainbow Dash pulls out a suspiciously short scroll of paper.

>”Let’s see, booze?”

“Check.”

>”Well… that’s it. Looks like we got everything!” she giggles, and you ruffle her mane.

“Cheeky bitch” you say jokingly, and a volcanic blush erupts across her face.

>”Hey! I should buck you for that…”

“You’re more than welcome to try, although you’ll find out quickly that I’m a pretty hard fight…”

>”Hard, eh? I wouldn’t mind that, to be honest…” Another blush.

>God, Rainbow Dash is such a good bro.

“Anyway, wanna head out to the lake already?”

>”Sure thing!” She suddenly adopts a confused look. “Wait, didn’t you say you were bringing, what was it… “Swimming trunks”?”

>You facepalm at your own stupidity.

“Oh shit, I totally forgot about them.”

>You sigh.

“Ah well, we’ll have to forget about them.”

>”W-we will?” Rainbow Dash asks nervously.

“Yeah, no point wasting time going back for them. Why, is there something wrong?”

>”No… it just means that you’ll… be naked…” she stammers, her wings unfurling.

“Yeah. Is there a problem with that?”

>”N-no! Of course not!” she squeals, before cringing, a hoof tentatively trying to squash her wings back down.

“Dammit Rainbro, you can be pretty weird at times!” you laugh, slapping her flank out of goodwill.

>”OHMYGOSHPLEASE!” she suddenly cries, before visibly shrinking away, her eyes dilated.

“Oh c’mon Rainbow Dash, you look like you just saw a ghost… you didn’t see a ghost, right? Look, just c’mon down to the lake already.”

>”Sh-sure… just gimme a second or two…”

>You roll your eyes, and after grabbing the cooler, start making your way down the path to the lake, while Rainbow Dash sits awkwardly on the path.

>Rainbow Dash was a good bro, but she could get hella weird at times…

 

>She eventually catches up, refusing to look you in the eye, and the two of you walk on down to the lake.

>Above you shone the sweltering summer sun, and you gleefully run a hand through the cool lake waters.

>You flash Rainbow Dash a grin, before stripping down naked, and easing yourself into the lake.

“Damn, this feels good. Y’coming in, Dash?”

>”Actually, Anon… I think I’ll just sit this one out” she mutters, trying not to look directly at you.

“Your loss then!” you yell, before lazily floating on your back, shivering as your body submerged slightly.

>The afternoon passes by at a snail’s pace: you eventually find the energy to crawl out of the lake, letting the powerful rays of sunlight dry you off.

>You catch Rainbow Dash staring at you once or twice: each time she realises you were staring back, she quickly turned away…

>Maybe something was bothering her… and as your bro, it’s your duty to find out what that is.

>You crack open a beer, grabbing her attention, before sitting down beside her at the lakeside.

“Hey, Dash. You’ve been acting a little weird this morning…”

>”I’m fine, Anon. Really. I just… I prefer it when you have clothes on.”

>…

“You’re so fucking weird, Dash.” You reach over and scratch her behind the ear, feeling her tense up. “Then again, that’s why I like you so much.

>Dash continues to tense up, yet nuzzling your hand gently.

>Odd.

>You suddenly get a brilliant idea for cheering up Rainbow Dash…

>”Hey! What the buck are you doing!” she cries, as you flip her onto her back.

“Trust me Rainbow Dash, I know just what you need.”

>”Y-you do?” she asks, a smile forming slowly.

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious what needs to be done… now, I’m going to need you to stay still and lie on your back for a while; I promise this wont hurt.”

>”Wow… you finally got the message! Thank you Anon, thank yo-“

>You cut her off as your hands run down her belly, causing her to convulse underneath you.

>”Ahaha! Oh! That tickles! What are you doing Anon!” she squeals, pinned in place by your form.

“I’m giving you a bellyrub Dash!”

>”I th-thought… you idiot!” she squeals, before arching her back in laughter, eyes shut tightly.

>You continue the gentle rubbing of her tummy until her breathing steadies: as she finally relaxes, you begin moving your hand in circular motions.

>”Oh… it may not be what I had hoped for… but don’t stop!” Rainbow Dash whispers, her cheeks flushed.

>Huh. She must really be enjoying this…

>You press in even harder, stroking her stomach with increased vigour.

>By now her eyes had rolled back into her head, and the only response to your actions was a seemingly involuntary kick from her hindlegs, and a deep-throated moan.

>”Uugh…”

“Yo Rainbow Dash… y’alright?”

>”You’re an idiot, Anon” she whispers, before suddenly convulsing.

>Before you can react, she groans loudly, spraying you with vaginal fluid.

“Oh what the fuck Dash!”

>She simply groans in response, as you backpedal from her.

“Seriously Dash, what the fuck!”

>She groggily climbs to her feet, her wings positively throbbing at this point.

>”Oh Anon… that was…”

“You could have warned me! Now I smell like a bag of dead cats!” you complain, wiping the gunk off your chest and crotch.

>Perfect, another set of clothes ruined. And not even by flutterslut this time…

>As your anger swells, you wheel back round to Dash, only to meet a pair of lips pressing against yours.

“Mmmhmhm!”

>You stand there in shock as Rainbow Dash forces herself against you, her erect wings flapping erratically.

>After an eternity and a half, she breaks off the kiss, landing deftly in front of you.

>”I… I’ll cya tomorrow Anon. Goodbye… and thank you!”

>She takes off past you, as you continue to stare blankly into the distance.

>As your bro departs and silence descends, you hear a faint shlicking noise from behind some bushes, followed by a low-pitched gasp.

>Summoning whatever cognitive functions you have left, you utter one last sentence to finalise this traumatising moment.

“Fucking Fluttershy…”