Anonymous tries to date Rainbow Dash: II

THREADS:

1:http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/8118194

2:http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/8125260

3:http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/8128834

 

>Today was a rather normal day

>Not a cloud in the sky,  got  the sun in your eyes, and you wouldn't be surprised it's just a dream

>Suddenly, you see a shadow clinging over your head

>"Hey there big boy. Wanna hang out for a while?"

>You would recognize that raucous voice anywhere: It was your best friend Rainbow Dash

>You of course agree to whatever she has planned for today, she has never let you down before, she always delivers

>"I've learned a few tricks in the camp"

>She flies directly above you

>"I bet you want to see them"

"I sure do Rainbow" you say

>Out of nowhere, she gets this malicious grin on her face

>She was up to something today...

>"Nah, I have a better idea..."

>She then lands next to you

>"Let's have a drinking contest. Whoever drinks the most wins, what do you say?"

"Hah, you're going DOWN, 'Dashie'!"

>You, Dash and Applejack had competitions all the time, who was the strongest, fastest, even the best looking of the three, but you never had a drinking before. Not with her at least

>You had one with Applejack and it didn't turned well.

>"Yeah, keep dreaming No one has ever beat me before, not even Applejack"

>Dash was a really cool friend, except when she got too competitive

>"Let's make this interesting: If I win, you'll do whatever I want for a week"

"And if I win?"

>"Ha"

>"Implyiiiiiiing you could win, what would you want?"

>The slave for a week thing sounded really good, but you had something else in mind

>If you were going to risk your dignity for a week, she might as well risk it for a day...

"Butts. Your butt"

>She smiles

>"What, THIS butt?"

>She wiggles her butt at you, her tail slaps your face

>"You're not going to see any of it because I'm not loosing.Come on, let's settle this"

>Dash was pretty confident she wouldn't lose, but that's not weird of her

>Even when the odds are against her, she doesn't stops boasting around

>No problem, you wasn't planning on losing at all

>Before you knew it (and loads and loads of trash talk later) You were both at the local bar

>Dash talks the barkeeper to serve them rounds, she apparently knew him too well

>"What shall it be? Cider? Hard cider?" asks Dash

"The hardest" you reply

>She is certainly surprised, but she hides it pretty well]

>"You heard the man; the hardest cider. Don't stop till we drop"

>The first round comes. The hard cider has a pretty dark color, the smell hurts your nose

>"Ready?"

>She looks you in the eye

>"GO!"

>She starts to chug the cider like it were nothing.

>You too drink from the mug, but you have a hard time putting it down

>You down it in one go, she's half your weight after all

>The damn thing is pretty hard. Tasty, but hard

>You feel a little light headed

>"Not bad, not bad at all"

>The next round comes

>"You can quit now if you want"

>Her attitude started to tire you

>She picks her tar and downs the cider again

>You chug the whole thing like there was no tomorrow

>This time, she seems a little grossed by the strong taste of the cider

>"Wooh! That's more like it"

>You show her your empty mug

>"My my, you are still going trough this huh?"

>You can already notice her movements being slightly off

>"Bartender, hit us!"

>You start to catch some attention from the other customers

>"This one is in your honor"

>She downs the next one

>The clientele clops their hooves on the ground, cheering her up

>You felt pretty good actually, you couldn't feel your face anymore

>Before drinking, you lick Dash's hoof, the public around you seems disgusted, but amused

>"Hahaha, you're losing it Annie, better stop now if you're feeling 'this' drunk already"

>Some ponies on your public start laughing

>"One more round, the last for my friend here"

>You are both served with new filled mugs

>"Up an at em'!"

>She downs her mug one more time, having a small delay this time

>She is close to her limit, but the same could be said about yourself

"Looks like you're slowing down there Dash. If you wanna quit that's fine, probably can't even fly straight anymore."

>She slams her mug upside down

>"Puh-lease! I bet I can still put some Sonic Rainbooms in the air"

>Your crowd grows as others explain to the new ones how both of you are in the fourth round now

>"Bar Pony, one more!"

>The crowd cheers

>Dash eyes you

>"Ready to quit?"

>She downs it one more, there is no doubt she is having some trouble to drink the whole thing

>You drink again, and to your surprise, you feel your stomach is in a bit of a trouble to deal with the alcohol

>...Hmmnope, you're stoach won't deal with it...

>Horse-brewed swill comes back up.

>With no control of your guts whatsoever, you hurl everywhere.

>Your public howls "Oooohhh"

>"Well, it seems this is it for you"

>The barman, who already brought your drinks, started to clean up your mess

>You feel dizzy, your stomach is on fire

>"Alright, everyone go, show's over"

>Your glass of cider rests on the table

>No, this can't end like this

>You know that Dash won't take the whole slave thing lightly

>You go for all or nothing

"I wha-WANT a REM-M-MATCH, wh-wh-winner take a-a-allllll. If you winnnnnnn you get me for a y-year......(*burp*)"

>The remaining crowd starts to laugh

>"Quit joking Anon, come on, you've lost"

>You insist, either for pride or for being to drunk

>The crowd encourages her to continue

>"...Ok, fine..."

>She downs her mug of cider, pretty slowly this time. Her crowd cheers

>It's your turn, you can't let them down

>You feel like you're about to die

>As soon as you take a sip of cider, you vomit it all out

>Your body rejects the alcohol ,which is good since you almost die from alcohol poisoning

>The last thing you remember is seeing the whole room spinning

>And Dash

>She's asking if you're ok

>You don't feel ok

>Everything is black

>You feel terrible, you really feel like dying

>"Never again" gains a new definition

 

>You wake up, feeling like shit

>Everything is darker now, you are lying on a couch

>You see a smiling blue pony above you

>"Pfffhaha, feeling better champ?"

>You reincorporate, the whole world is still spinning

>You recognize the white walls and the chunks of cloud; you're at her place

>Your sorry self looks at her, and babbles

"Will you give me an assjob"

>She laughs

>"No, but I will give you this"

>She hands you a fizzing bubbling beverage

>You know you need it, your head is fucking pounding]

>"Well, well, well, it seems I have a one week slave"

>Good thing she forgot the whole "a year" thing you spewed on the bar

>"What shall *I* do with it?"

>You quaff the potion

>It seems to be some sort of aspirin]

>"See that pile over there?" she says

>You see a pile of dirty clothes. They reek like hell

>I want you to wash them all

>You try to look for a washing machine, but there is none at sight

>"BY.HAND" whispers Rainbow Dash to your ear

>You see an old fashioner washing on the middle of the room. Judging by it's look, it haven't been used in months.

"But...you're a nudist..."

>Bwahaahaha

[She rolls on the floor laughing]

>I know, but I've been wearing these cloths for weeks, you know, too get them used to my awesome scent.

>Come on, we don't got all day

>She leaves the room. You hear some noise in her kitchen. By the time she's back, she has a bowl full of popcorn.

>You smirk

>The drinking competition might be over, but if she thinks you're going to be defeated like this, she's all shapes of wrong

>You start sniffing them in a completely sexual manner. They completely stink but you want to make her uncomfortable

>"W-what are you doing?"

>You take a deep hit on one of the socks

>"ha ha, I get it, now stop it"

>You want to further prove your point, so you lick it

>"Ok, that's enough..."

>She takes her clothes away from you and throws them into the corner they used to belong

>"You're gonna..."

>She looks around, bingo

>"Clean the windows!"

>She probably thinks there is no way you can turn that into something that makes her uncomfortable, but she has to remember who you are

>You are not going to make this easy for her. You start humping the window

>Ugh, fine, I guess...as long as you do it...

>You keep humping the window, your pants are somewhat cleaning the window

>Dash, supervising you, starts to feel uncomfortable at watching

>Maybe even 'not so uncomfortable'

>"Uhm...ok..."

>You stop and stare at her

"...What?"

>She blushes

>"It's nothing"

>...it's not nothing, you can tell

>"F-fine, if you're going to be like this, then you better go back home. I'll think of something for you to do"

>You don't like her attitude, you think it's probably time you let her know

"Peace bitch! Imma go swing by Sugarcube corner and say hi to my girlfriend Pinkie Pie! Also you smell like sweaty blueberries!"

>"Ha! Yeah, right"

>She slams the door on your back

>Whatever, time to go home

>At least you're out of this whole bet for now...

>...

>You want to go home, but you're high above on the clouds

>You hear a window opening

>"Oh, you're still here? I thought you were rushing to kiss Pinkie Pie"

>Her sarcasm is almost palpable

>She opens the door again

>"Are you gonna stop being a douche and start acting like a bro?"

>You sigh. ' guess you don't have a choice

"Fine, I'll act cool. But I totally should have won that drinking contest!"

>She smiles, you come inside Rainbow Dash...'s house]

>"Yeah yeah, you totally should have"

>Dash thought of something for you to do that didn't needed much effort or dexterity: being a furniture

>A hoof stool, in this case]

>"Go on four Anon"

>Welp, that didn't sound right

>It was better she was telling you that and not the other way around

"Fine, fine. If that's what you want me to do."

>You go on four and await the weight of her hooves.

[Soon enough, you feel them over your back, exerting some uncanny pressure]

>"Ahhh...much better"

>She opens up a book: Daring Do, nonetheless

>This is comfy...

>You listen how she turns every page, humming from time to time just to annoy you

>It's cool, you think. It could have been worse

>At first her weight wasn't enough to bother you, but as a whole hour passes, you start to lose all sensibility on your back.

>You turn around to check if she's actually going to be such a dick herself

>She's asleep...

>...

>She's asleep, huh?

>You carefully place her hooves back into the couch, carefully enough to not wake her up

>Your heart is pounding, you're still a little intoxicated

>Meh, why the hell not? You won't have a chance like this ever again, and it's not like she's going to find out...

>You place your nostrils over her anus

>"Hmm...don't..."

>!!!

>You panic and quickly get away from her

>"...go there...Daring...trap"

>Oh...

>You keep sniffing. It smells, as you might assume, as shit, but the fact of being so close to her ass it's highly erotic

>You keep wondering...would she notice if you go in?

>She had a lot of booze too, even more than you, she might also be a little drowsy too...

>You gently turn her over, she moves on her own but falls as sleep soon enough

>She sleeps on her belly now

>...

>You carefully put a finger in her ass...moving in slowly but steady. Her insides are warm

>You watch for her in case there's a response

>Nothing

>This might actually work...

>You undo your pants, it's now or never

>Your dick, throbbing with anticipation it's already lubed enough, but you still feel the necessity of lubing her yourself

>You do so with your own spit.

>Here it goes...the tip of your penis struggles it's way in her tight ass

>"Hmm..."

>You stop...the last thing you want is having her waking up and finding you...well, like this

>She doesn't move anymore, you keep going

>As your penis slowly slides inside of her, you feel in heaven. Her anus has your dick tightly wrapped

>"Hnnnnnnnn~"

>She is waking up...there is no doubt of that

>You wait a little inside of her...

>...

>...nothing

>false alarm, it seems

>You pull it out slowly, and then you shove it in immediately

>Is she actually not feeling anything? You're pretty sure anyone could feel something going in and out of her like this

>You pick up speed, at the third thrust, you hear a meek noise

>"....hggg.."

>...?

>You look at Dash face. Her eyes are dancing like hell inside of her eyelids

>Wait a minute...

>You pull out and ask if she's been awake this whole time

>She plunges her face into a nearby pillow. Her voice sounds muffled

>"...D-dumbass"

>She turns her head around

>"How long were you planing on going on like this without waking me up?"

>She got you. You get her.

>She is in tears, you know you're in trouble, except not for the reasons you thought

>"Do you really like Pinkie more than me...and still...?"

>Silence

>Total utter silence

>She doesn't turns around, but you're sure she's crying

"...it was incredibly hard to choose..."

>You embrace her from behind.

>She blushes. You can see her wings slowly spreading out

>"Meaning?"

>She breaks apart from you and sits, well, the best she can after 'that'

>"What's so great about Pinkie anyway?"

>There is a large sadness on her voice now

>A few days ago, you would be able to say at least 3 things by heart, but now, you couldn't think of one. All you could think about was her. Rainbow Dash.

"No, pinkies cool but she's also annoying as fuck. I rather be around a more bad ass laid back type of mare, like you."

>She lowers her head]

>She curls into the opposite end of her couch

>"Is that it or you're just saying that to get laid?"

>She sniffs

>You want her. You need her. You don't know for how long but you need her more than anything in the world

"I actually just wanted to make you jealous, there is nothing between Pinkie and I. I always had a thing for you, you know."

>She blushes pretty bad

>"Dumbass, don't say that..."

>You come closer to her

>"I should be mad at you...I know I should...but"

>Her voice breaks

>"I'm glad I'm not just a 'Bro' for you, you know?"

>She cleans her nose with her hoof, it's dripping like hell

>"I guess I'm not so horribly boyish after all"

>She tries to laugh, but she starts to shake instead, giving in to tears

>You come close to her and cuddle her, she responds to your hug

>She doesn't actually whimpers, just sniffs a lot

>Tears start to wet your shirt.

"I'll always be here for you Dashie"

>"Oh rats..."

>...?

>"I know the meaning of that..."

>She wipes her tears and tries to laugh and say something ironic again, but just ends up whining it

>"Of all the colors I have, why couldn't I born with pink?"

>She craves on you desperately, like she were trying to fit inside you ribs

>You love her, and the last thing you want is her suffering for you

>Things got from a regular afternoon with Dash to being excessively serious

"but you've got pink inside you"

>You giggle

>She wants to laugh too, but it's been proven before it's truly hard to do when you're crying

>"Yeah, you were probably looking for it a while ago, weren't you?"

>You too laugh a little, to lighten up the situation

>She rests her head on your shoulder

>I'm pretty confused Anon...At first I didn't mind being your friend, everything was so cool and then...And then the whole thing with Twilight, and Fluttershy...I felt they were keeping you away from me, I wasn't aware back then but, I was afraid...afraid to lose you"

>"I don't want to lose you Anon..."

"And you never will"

>You hug her, stronger this time.  Like you meant it. Like your life depended on it

>For the first time in quite a while, she smiles

>"So...in what point are we now Anon?"

>Her question breaks your trance

>"What are we?"

"I don't know. How about we try this thing and just see where it goes?"

>She snuggles you, the crying had stop long since she smiled, but now she felt much calmer

>She snickers

>"Well, I don't think you have a choice Anon. You kinda sticked your dick in my pooper, you know?"

>You smirk. Then laugh. You both laugh out loud. You then kiss her tenderly until the whole scene is forgotten as a distant memory

 

"...So how long have you..."

>"Pretty much ever since Twilight confirmed you as her 'special'"

Your clothes lie in the living room, very far from you. You can't stop looking how your feet and her hooves entwine

>...You know it's never good to mix friendship and...

I know...

>What's going to happen with Pinkie?

...

You remain silent

 

 

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