The perfect day (NSFW)

>”Good morning!” coos a familiar voice, dragging you from the realm of dreams and back into the real world.

>You groan on instinct, raising an arm to shield yourself from the blinding rays of sunlight.

>”Come on Anon…”the voice teases.

“Give me a couple of hours, I’ll see about getting up then.” You grumble, your laziness collaborating with your exhaustion to keep you in bed.

>Suddenly, a pair of luscious lips meets your own, the tender kiss causing you to snap your eyes open.

>You can’t help but smile, your lips still locked with Rainbow Dash’s, her magenta irises wide with delight.

>A moment later, she breaks off the kiss, settling herself down onto your chest with a smug grin of victory.

“You really know how to push my buttons, don’t you…”

>”Don’t pretend you don’t love it” she chuckles, face inches away from yours. “I wasn’t lying when I said it was a good morning…”

“I suppose there could be worse ways to wake up. I’d still prefer an alarm clock though.” You grin as she sticks her tongue out in mock contempt.

>”Yeah well, you’ll just have to make do with me!”

“Oh no, whatever will I do! My beautiful partner rousing me with kisses… what did I do to deserve such a fate?”

>Before you can offer any more sarcastic comments, she swoops in for another kiss, this time with much more force.

>You return it with vigour, stroking her namesake mane gently, before nimbly rolling over to pin her.

“You know, I think you were quite cheeky just there now. You know what happens to cheeky little pegasi?” You lay your fingers on an exposed hoof. “They get punished…”

>Rainbow Dash’s confusion immediately makes way for hysterical laughter as you begin to tickle her hoof, her body trapped under yours.

>”Ahahaha! Oh! Anon! Please! That tickles!” she yelps, her body racked with laughter.

“Not until you apologise…” you taunt, moving a hand to tickler her wingpits.

>This proves too much for Rainbow Dash, whose laughter spikes in volume.

>”Ok, ok! I’m sorry! Please…. Ahaha!”

>You adopt your own grin of victory as you roll off the pegasus, who promptly thumps you playfully.

>”Jerk!” she yells through breathless pants, her face flushed red with embarrassment.

“Love you too.”

>She snorts, before planting a single kiss on your lips.

>”I’d be furious if you weren’t such a loveable idiot. Now get up, you’re going to be late for work.”

>You blink in surprise, before leaning over to check the bedside clock.

“Bloody hell, you’re right.”

>”And make sure to wash up before you leave! Your morning breath could stop a bull in its tracks!”

“You’re the element of subtlety, Dashie.”

>She blushes at the mention of your pet name for her, before shaking her head.

>”Well, I’ve got cloud duty to take care of now. I’ll see you later…”

>You ruffle her mane, causing her to grin sheepishly, before she trots out of the room.

>A minute later, you hear the front door shut gently, and you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed.

>Rarity had many traits. Being patient of late employees was unfortunately not included.

>You hastily throw on some clothes and give your mouth a quick scrub in the bathroom, before jogging down the stairs and out the door.

>Your stomach’s grumbling and groaning immediately demands satiation, so you decide to stop by Sugarcube Corner before Rarity’s Carousel.

>”Heya Nonny!”

“Morning Pinkie! I’m kinda late for Rarity’s, so just fix me up something quick, would ya?”

>Pinkie giggles. “What? Not even going to celebrate the occasion?”

“Heh, it’s not my birthday Pinkie. Nothing to celebrate this morning…”

>”Hmm. If you say so!” she clamours enthusiastically, evidently hiding something from you.

>You decide to ignore it; Pinkie was probably just being herself again, and acting unusual was certainly not out of the ordinary for this particular mare.

>”And here you go! One fresh sandwich, moist and delicious!”

“Thanks Pink. How much for it?”

>”Don’t be a silly billy! You don’t have to pay for it!”

“You sure? Alright then…”

>Pinkie grins as you hesitantly take the sandwich, before biting in.

>Oh sweet Lord in heaven… Pinkie Pie might be the most normal folk, but her food? It was out of this world.

“Tomato and cheese? Bloody hell Pinkie, how do you manage to remember my favourite fillings?”

>”I remember lots of things! Like when it’s your birthday, or when you first arrive-“

>Her eyes suddenly go wide, as she covers her hoof.

“What was that?”

>”Mmmhmhmhmhmphhgh!” she squeals, her hoof still embedded in her mouth.

“Pinkie, you might wanna… you know, take your hoof out of your mouth?”

>”Whoopsie!” she giggles, popping her saliva coated hoof out of her mouth. ”It wasn’t anything Nonny! Now, shouldn’t you be running onto Rarity’s? I bet she’s waiting for you, right now!”

>You focus your gaze at Pinkie, who responds with a huge grin.

>Yeah, she’s beginning to unnerve you.

“Er, ok then… I’ll take your advice and head on now.” You say hesitantly, and she nods enthusiastically.

>The door rings once more as you make your way out, involuntarily sighing in pleasure as you devour the sandwich.

>With a few final bites, you finish your breakfast off, wiping your mouth with the napkin Pinkie had provided. Rarity tended to berate you for “sloppiness”, and as much as you hated to admit it, her habits were rubbing off on you.

>You discard the napkin and set off for the boutique, and within a few minutes you were at her front door.

>A few raps on the door, and you hear the gentle sound of hoofsteps approaching the door.

>”Who is it?” the distinctly posh voice calls, and you grin.

“You’ve got 3 guesses!”

>The door swings open to reveal the familiar stark-white unicorn, wearing a harrowing frown on your face.

>”Hmm. I guess… a certain human who is dreadfully late for work…”

“Quick as a whip, Rarity. Have I mentioned how much I love the hair?” you say sheepishly, and her piercing gaze breaks.

>”I suppose one can never be to mad at someone who lathers on compliments like that… just do not let me catch you being late for work again!”

“Crystal clear, Rarity!”

>She shakes her head, before stepping aside, letting you into the Carousel.

“So, what do you need me to do today?”

>This question seems to knock her off guard, as she blinks in surprise.

>”I beg your pardon?”

“Y’know? What do you want me to do today?”

>”Oh! Heavens, I almost forgot to find something for you to do…”

>First Pinkie, now Rarity?

“Rarity, is there something wrong?”

>She shakes her head vehemently. “No, nothing at all dear. Just… be a darling and make your way to the work-room, would you?”

>You nod silently, and head to the room where most of Rarity’s handiwork came to fruition.

>A minute later, Rarity walks in levitating a number of bundled garments.

“Anonymous dear, could you offer your opinion on these particular garments?”

>Now it’s your turn to blink in surprise.

“Huh? Aren’t you going to get me to work on something? Maybe help you sew something, sort out gems…?”

>”I would darling, but unfortunately it seems like I’ve got nothing for you to work on today.”

“That’s a first.” You say hesitantly.

>”Well, even the best of us slip up at times… truth be told, I didn’t even think you we’re going to call in here this morning. Your arrival was rather… unexpected.”

“Not to be rude or anything, but c’mon Rarity. I haven’t missed a day in the 5 months I’ve spent working for you. Why would today be any different?”

>Rarity waves her hoof dismissingly. “Forget it. It’s not really that much of a big deal, you just caught me unaware. Now, your opinion please…”

>Over the course of the following hour, Rarity asks you what you think of various articles of clothing, ranging from a rather ludicrous fruit-topped hat which was most definitely intended for an upper-class pony, to a magnificent flowing dress emblazoned with the symbol of the sun.

“Well? What do you think?” Rarity asks, as the celestial dress hovers in front of you.

“That’s… wow. If you’ll excuse my French… it’s fucking amazing!”

>”You’re pardoned this time, Anon.” Rarity says smugly. “But thank you. Perhaps you do have some good taste after all…”

>She flashes you a cheeky smile and you can’t help but grin back.

>You may work for this particular fashion fanatic, but that doesn’t mean you always shared her tastes in clothing. Arguments over unnecessary flair added to the clothes she made for you were commonplace, to say the least.

“I wouldn’t be bet on it… so I assume Celestia is the intended recipient of this dress?”

>”Indeed! I just hope that she approves of it, of course.”

“I wouldn’t worry much if I were you. I don’t think there’s a living soul who doesn’t like what you make for them.”

>”Aside from yourself, of course.”

“Heh, true…”

>She smirks. “Although, one thinks you may end up being appreciative of my creations rather soon…”

“More cryptic stuff? Man, today is being all kinds of weird.”

>Rarity smiles, before levitating the dress onto a rather large mannequin.

>”In any case, that is all I needed from you.”

“My opinion? That’s all you wanted? Rarity, I really hope you don’t plan of paying me a days wage for this.”

>”I may be the element of generosity, Anon, but that does not mean I’ll be frivolous with my money…” She smirks. “No, you won’t be getting a days wage for this. I have something much more… appropriate.”

“And what will that be?” you ask, now curious as to Rarity’s plan.

>”You’ll find out in a moment, dear. Let me just ask one thing first… how long have you and Rainbow Dash been together?”

>This question catches you off guard, and you pause to think.

“Hmm… must have been what, 3 or 4 months now?”

>”And how are the two of you doing?”

“Rarity, if you’re going to ask what I think you’re going to…”

>She recoils in horror.

>”Of course not! I am a lady, and a lady does not delve to depths like… “that”.

>She regains her composure.

>”Besides, you aren’t my type… no offence, of course.”

“Hey, I was just kidding around with you there… and no offence taken. So, why’d you want to know how Rainbow Dash and I are doing together?”

>From a nearby table, two small slips of paper float into your palm, catching you by surprise.

“What the… two free vouchers for an all day Spa session?”

>”Consider it a gift. From me, to the both of you.”

“I don’t even… Rarity, I can’t accept this! You just said you weren’t going to be frivolous with your money!”

>”And I’m not! The money I spent is well used, if the two of you get appropriate satisfaction out of this.” She says smugly.

>You continue to stare at the Spa vouchers, before sighing.

“This is one of those times where you’ll not let me refuse, isn’t it?”

>”Undoubtedly.”

>You sigh again, before reluctantly pocketing the vouchers.

“I’ve said this a dozen times, but you’re too kind, Rarity.”

>”It’s a favour from one friend, to another. Now, I’d imagine you’d want to get on home now, yes?”

“Well, if you insist there’s nothing left for me to do, then sure. Rainbow Dash won’t be back for another few hours at least… Alright then, goodbye.”

>You stoop down and hug the marshmallow pony, who giggles.

>”Enjoy, Anonymous!”

“I’m sure I will. Take care now.”

>You break off the hug and offer a final wave, before making your way out of the Carousel.

>Well, you’ve got a few hours to kill… what now?

>You shrug to yourself, before making your way to the main Ponyville street, looking for something to catch your attention.

“Nothing…. Nothing… wait!”

>You spy the florists, who you knew was ran by a friendly pony named Roseluck, and make your way over to it.

>As soon as you enter, your senses are assaulted by the impeccable display of flowers: various colours of flowers compete for your attention, while a sweet aroma of nectar fills your nostrils.

“Hello?” you call out to the empty surroundings.

>”One moment!” calls a sweet-sounding voice, and a second later an earth pony comes out from a side room.

>”Ah, hello there! You must be Anonymous!”

“Indeed. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Miss Roseluck.”

>You shake the slightly grubby hoof that Roseluck extends, who then gives you a cheerful grin.

>”So Mr Anonymous, what can I do for you?”

“I’m here to pick out a bunch of flowers… well, obviously.”

>Roseluck smirks. “Any particular type got your eye?”

“Well, looking for something in particular… got any magenta flowers?”

>Roseluck thinks for a moment, before nodding.

>”Why yes, I think I have what you need. Would orchids suit the occasion?”

“Sure, I guess.”

>She offers a beaming smile. “I’ll be right back then!”

>Sure enough, a few minutes later she comes up with a fresh, wrapped bunch of orchids.

“Wow, these are great! How much do I owe you?”

>”Oh it’s perfectly fine. First time’s free!”

>It keeps happening…

“You sure? Ponies have been inundating me with gifts today, I’ll happily pay.”

>”Don’t break a sweat over it, Anonymous.”

“But I-“

>She smiles sweetly, gently forcing the flowers into your grasp.

>”Please.”

>You hesitate, before offering a meek smile.

“Thank you. I’m sure Rainbow Dash will enjoy these…”

>”I assure you, she will… oh, are you leaving already?”

“Er, yeah. I think I’ll drop home early, so I can surprise her.”

 >”Very well then. Enjoy your day.”

“Thanks.”

>You exit the shop, flowers in tow, and begin the journey home. As you walk, you decide to hide Rarity’s spa voucher within the bunch of flowers. It’ll be a nice surprise for Dash…

>It only takes you a few minutes to reach your house, and you silently let yourself in.

>Immediately the smell of cooking reaches you, and you cautiously close the door.

“Hello?”

>To your surprise, Rainbow Dash peeks her head around the kitchen doorway, evidently surprised as well.

>”Oh, hi Anon!”

>You hide the flower bunch behind your back as Dash floats over to you.

“Hey honey. Rarity let me off work early, so I, uh… decided to come home early. Speaking of coming home early… why were you in kitchen just there now? And why the apron?”

>”This? Well, uh…”

>She sighs. “I was totally going to cook this romantic dinner and surprise you… and stuff.”

>You blink.

“That’s awfully nice of you honey, but what’s the occasion?

>”You don’t know…?”

“Well, ponies all day have been awful nice to me, but I don’t for the life of me know why.”

>Rainbow Dash face-hoofs.

>”Dude. It’s your anniversary.”

“Anniversary? But we’ve only been dating for-“

>”No no no, I mean your anniversary! It’s been one year since you arrived in Equestria!”

>The realisation hits you like a punch to the gut.

“It’s… damn. It really has been a year… and I didn’t even remember…”

>You notice the sudden look of hesitation that had crept into Dash’s eyes.

“I suppose I should thank you then, you’re making this day that much better.”

>She nods sullenly. “I just thought I could make this day special-“

>You cut her by placing your finger on her lips, before kissing her forehead.

“And you are making it special. You’ve made every day special, just by being here.”

>Her sullenness makes way for embarrassment, as her cheeks flush.

>”Gosh, no need to be so soppy…”

“I know you love it. Anyway, I’m not done being soppy yet…”

>You reveal the orchid bunch from behind your back, and Dash’s eyes widen.

>”Oh Anon, you shouldn’t have!”

“You weren’t the only one planning nice surprises today.”

>She grins, before squeezing you in a comforting hug.

“Now, I believe you said something about a… romantic dinner?”

>”If you still want it…”

“I would like nothing better” you say, and she gleefully leads you into the kitchen.

 

>The evening slowly winds along; the sun’s dipping in the sky matched the moon’s gentle rising. Throughout the evening, the two of you had laid together on the couch, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

>At the start you had chatted over trivial things: but the conversation had quickly tapered off into a gentle, relaxing silence… it was nice. As much as you enjoyed getting out and about with Dashie, or playful wrestling, or the multitude of activities the two of you did together, you enjoyed tender moments like these the most.

>The feeling of her chest against yours, her breathing slow and heavy…

>The glow in her eyes, filled with joy and delight…

>The adorable twitching of her ear, as your hand stroked her magnificent mane…

>Rainbow Dash rests her head against your neck, sighing contently, and you gently kiss her head. She giggles, before returning the kiss on your cheek.

>Not one to be outdone, you bring your lips to hers, her tongue vying for dominance over yours.

>Her efforts become more enthusiastic, the kiss quickly turning into a passionate embrace.

>In the midst of the moment, you lay your hand on Dash’s back, slowly trailing it down to where her tail began.

>She leans back and grins, her hindquarters now positioned precariously above your groin.

>”Getting frisky, Anon?”

>You return the grin, your hand moving even lower down her slim, toned body.

“Not my fault… you shouldn’t be getting me so excited.”

>Her tail begins to swish cross your crotch, and your other hand finds itself on Dash’s flank.

>”So impatient! Don’t you know good things come to those that wait!” she teases.

“You better not make me wait for this, Dash.”

>She puts on a shit-eating grin. “Watch me.”

“Just warning you Dash… I’m big, strong, and very good with my hands...”

>She casually bats away the hand that had crept round to her crotch, before leaning in to whisper.

>”I’ll make it worth it…”

>And with that she leaps off you, her tail raised high as she trots off and up the stairs.

>You groan in frustration, the sexual tension compounded by the increasing tightness in your boxers.

>A few agonizing minutes pass, before a single whistle emanates from upstairs… from the bedroom.

>You make your way upstairs and pause outside the bedroom door, your breathing heavy.

“Are you ready, Dashie?”

>”I’m ready Anon. The question is…”

>You swing the door open, and gape.

>”Are you?”

>Incapable of replying, you simply stand and stare at Rainbow Dash lying seductively on the bed.

“Are those… socks?”

>Each of Dash’s legs were featuring a long, tight sock, perfectly matching the vibrant mane of their wearer, covering the leg from hoof to thigh.

>Your mind is invaded by thoughts of coaxing the socks off her, exposing her glorious legs…

>You feel your face flushing with both excitement and embarrassment, much to Rainbow Dash’s delight. She giggles, stretching out along the bed, her rump raised into the air.

>”I thought you might like them, although you’ll have to thank Rarity for this moment.”

“Rarity made them…?”

>”Of course, y’big dolt. Where else would I have got these?”

>Looks like you’d have to thank Rarity a second time for what she’s done for you.

>”Now…” she beckons, flaring her wings and covering herself with them. “Why don’t you come help me take them off?”

“Oh I don’t really feel like taking them off ya, Dash.”

>You inch over to the bed, relishing the volcanic blush that forms on her face.

“They look so nice on you, Dashie…”

>You slowly run your hands along her thighs, causing her to moan with involuntary pleasure.

>Your hands slides along Dash’s smooth coat, before they meet the tip of the socks. Your breathing grows heavy as you run your hands further along down, gently rubbing and tweaking the cotton under your touch.

>”Sweet Celestia…”

>Her moans resume as you lean down, planting a kiss on her neck.

>”Oh, Anon…”

>You keep your hands on her toned, socked-clad legs, massaging them gently.

>Her gasps grow louder as you squeeze, her tail flicking excitedly under your touch.

>Silently, you lean back, pulling your jacket and shirt off with one smooth motion. Rainbow Dash’s eyes widen in anticipation, as your hands move to your belt.

>A few moments later, and you’re completely naked, your member standing at attention.

>Rainbow Dash greedily eyes you up, her cheeks flushed and her legs spread tentatively.

“I love you, Dashie.” You say, breaking the silence.

>”I love you too Anon…” she whispers, breathless with anticipation.

>And with that, you position yourself, readying…

>You gently ease yourself into your lover, a resonating moan of pure pleasure emanating from her as you do.

>Keeping your hands firmly gripped to Dash’s sock-clad legs, you begin to thrust gently, her insides reluctant to grant you entrance.

>A few kisses and rubs reassure her though, and soon enough you feel her relaxing, allowing for full enjoyment from both parties.

>With every thrust, your skin touches hers: your bodies and mind as close as two could get. The feel of her grinding against you, the coolness of her skin….

>You decide to pick up the pace with your pounding: as you quicken, Dash’s moans spike in intensity.

>”Oh, Anon… I’m gonna…”

>Her wings begin to flap erratically underneath you, her insides clenching.

>You pause in your thrusting, cupping the back of Dash’s head as she pants.

“You enjoying yourself?”

>”Of course… it just doesn’t seem right… me being done before you…”

>Her eyes suddenly widen, a lustful smirk etched into her face.

>”Wait… it is a special occasion after all... and you’re not done yet…”

“Huh? What are you talk-“

>”Have you ever wanted to… y’know… in my butt?”

>You feel yourself blushing furiously at Dash’s question.

“I, uh… are you asking me if I want to…”

>She grins, nodding slowly as she does.

>Well, if she was up for it… to be honest, you’d always been more of an ass person anyway.

>You slide out of her, the stench of sex filling the bedroom as Dash shakily raises her flank, and she rests her head against the quilt.

>She trembles slightly as you grasp her tail, gently rubbing the base of it, before guiding your member to her plot.

“Last chance to back out, honey.”

>”Do it, Anon…”

>You comply with her request, slowly and surely easing yourself into her road-less-travelled.

>”Oh my gosh…!” she squeals, her buttocks quivering under your touch.

“Are you ok? It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

>She shakes her head, clenching her eyes shut, and you lean in for a kiss.

>Reluctantly, she opens her eyes, her irises wide with both fear and anticipation.

“Tell me to stop at anytime…”

>”N-no. Just… do it.”

>You scratch behind her ear, before bringing your hips forward.

>Surprisingly, Dash manages to take in the entirety of your member without complaint, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

>Her bliss serves to fuel your lust, and you begin to thrust inside her rear.

>It was certainly much tighter than what you were used to… but by God did it feel good.

>The feeling of her anus stretching to accommodate you, Dash’s intensifying delight at this unconventional coitus…

>You quickly find yourself reaching the peak of your stamina, overwhelmed by the carnal bliss that had overcome you.

“Hey, Dash… Inside, or out?” you grunt.

>”Inside… please.” She squeaks, and you grin.

>A suddenly clenching finally pushes you over the edge and you groan, holding Dash in a vice-like grip.

>Your seed fills her asshole, as you sigh in pleasure and relief. “That… was… amazing!” she giggles breathlessly.

“Y-yeah… wow…”

>As coherence returns to your mind, you slide yourself out of your lover’s rear, who proceeds to collapse down in exhaustion.

“C’mon you… gotta clean you up now…”

>Dash offers no resistance as you scoop her up, bringing her into the ensuite adjacent to your bedroom.

>The two of you nestle under the shower, gently nuzzling and cuddling as your sweat is washed away. Gentle and tenderly, you even help her clean her nethers, washing away your seed.

>When the two of you are fully refreshed, you once more lift her up, drying her down softly with a scented towel.

>Setting her calmly onto the bed, she sleepily offers a wing to you, which you begin to preen for her.

>Her giggles quickly turn into sleepy sighs: soon after that, her light snores break the silence of the night.

>Before you yourself succumb to the wonderful, satisfied exhaustion, you kiss her on the forehead lightly, as she cuddles up to you on reflex. You smile, resting your head against Dash’s before you close your eyes, marking the end of your first year in Equestria…