Domazon Dash [Winter Break]

Interlude story for Domazon Dash, taking place between semesters. May add more as time goes along.

 

[Horror Re-Flex]

 

>Ah the wonders of winter beak.

>A few, all too short, weeks where you were free to do whatever you liked.

>Granted, having the specter of a return to school generally put a damper on the joyful feelings, but this time you have a lot of catching up to do.

>Today’s events had started as you were powering through the tail end of your chest and back day…

>“C’mon Squirt, you’re going to have to do better than that. You have to go, deeper!”

>Rainbow Dash laughs at her own joke as you grunt and tense your arms again, dropping your body low to the ground before trying to push yourself up again.

>From her perch on your back, you can feel Dash shift her weight a little bit and it very nearly knocks you off balance.

>Locking your arms into place, you buzz your lips in frustration and try not to glare back at her.

“I appreciate you helping me out, Dash, but if you keep that up I’m going to tip over.”

>Rainbow chuckles and leans forward, pulling her center of gravity with her.

>Your exhausted arms quiver as you struggle to remain upright, your fight made all the worse by the trainer’s hot breath tickling at your ear when she sighs.

>“Would that be so bad? Tipping, I mean. If you fall on your face that’s one thing, but if you roll over then I’d fall off too; in fact, I’d probably hit the ground before you did.”

>A shiver rolls down your spine as you feel Dash’s corded body stretch out against yours, her sizeable chest pushing into your back.

>“And if that happened I’d be pinned right under you, maybe even a little dazed from hitting my head on the ground. I might not be able to protect myself from you.”

>Despite your attempts to ignore the athlete’s teasing, you can feel your dick twitch in your shorts.

 

>Not wanting to give in to her taunting, you lower yourself against, earning a small grunt of surprise from Rainbow Dash.

>You manage to crank out two more pushups before you feel your dick awkwardly brush against the ground on the descent.

>So here you are; halfway down to the last rep, afraid you’ll snap your cooter crasher like a twig if you apply too much pressure to it, and your girlfriend is loving every second of your frustration.

>“Finally out of gas?”

>Dash chuckles and reaches down to your crotch, squeezing your hard-on through your shorts with her slightly calloused fingers.

>You wince, but don’t say anything as that will upset your breathing and send you crashing to the floor.

>After a few lazy strokes, Rainbow whispers in your ear again.

>“Maybe you’re not done quite yet, but you sure are in a pickle. I’m willing to give you a hand though, if you agree to help me out with something tonight.”

>Do you really have a choice?

>Without thinking you give what you hope sounds like an affirmative grunt and, thankfully, Rainbow takes it as such.

>Her breathing quickens ever so slightly as she releases you from her grip, before sliding her hand under the elastic band of your gym shorts and grasps your pan handle.

>Compared to the heated state of your body, her cool fingers are enough to send a shudder through your entire body.

>After a leisurely pump, Dash chuckles and shifts your dick so that it is pressed up against your stomach.

>While not comfortable, it’s certainly a better prospect than snapping your twat twig in two.

>With Rainbow’s ‘assistance’ you manage to crank out your final rep.

>As you push yourself back up, Dash rolls off of your back and grins.

>“Way to go, Squirt, I knew you had it in you!”

>Donning a frustrated scowl, you shoot a glare up at her.

 

“It would have been easier if someone hadn’t been manhandling me.”

>Laughing again, Rainbow catches your chin between her thumb and forefinger and smirks.

>“Don’t be like that, you know you love the attention…”

>Well, she isn’t entirely wrong.

>To not only feel wanted, but desired by someone has done wonders for your self esteem over the past few months.

>Where once you had been a hunched over, skittery mess of rolls and sweat, you are now confident enough in your own skin to stand tall, though the outline of your lingering weight still brings you down a little.

>But under Dash’s watchful eye, you are sure that by the summer you would be completely unrecognizable.

>The trainer snaps you out of your reverie by clearing her throat.

>“Earth to Squirt, come in?”

“Y-yuh?”

>Way to be, Anonymous, you totally didn’t just sound like a drooling retard.

>To her credit, Dash doesn’t mention it, instead opting to pat you firmly on the cheek.

>“You’re back. Just remember what you promised and come by my house at eight tonight. I’m going to make you work for that slip up of yours. My parents are out of town, so be sure to wear something comfy.”

>While you hadn’t said anything at the time, you were still a little frustrated that she had been able to capitalize on her teasing.

>And so here you are, standing outside her home and trying not to think about what she might have in store for you.

>Not to say that you won’t enjoy it, Rainbow has a knack for making even the most mundane things enjoyable, but you’re not sure your pelvis can take another pounding without turning into pudding.

“No point in putting off the inevitable.”

>Grumbling, you ring the doorbell and wait.

>It’s quiet for a few seconds, and then the cacophony starts.

 

>From the second floor you can hear a thud, followed a few seconds later by the heavy creaks of the boards as the bend ever so slightly under Dash’s weight.

>The groaning of the stairs as she bolts down to the ground floor, and the dry smack of socked feet against tiled floor are the only warning you get before the door swings open.

>Through the full length glass storm door, you can see that Dash’s idea of comfy is being as close to nude as possible.

>You’re pretty sure you recognize the shirt, it looks like one that you’d left over here on one of your nighttime excursions, but between being stretched out at the shoulders and the chest, you’re pretty sure it won’t fit you anymore.

>Besides, the fact that it rides up and shows he bottom fifth of her muscled stomach is worth losing it.

>Forgoing any sort of pants, Dash’s muscular thighs are highlighted by the plain, powder blue boy shorts that seem to strain over every corded curve of her lower body.

>They ride low on her hips, teasing with delights just out of sight.

>And then there’s the socks, white, crew cut, and rather unremarkable.

>A good breeze would chill her to the bone in an instant, so it’s safe to say you’re probably staying inside tonight.

>Despite your partial reluctance, your penis twitches in anticipation.

>Dash grins out into the darkness on the other side and pushes the door open.

>“About time.”

>Checking your watch, you give her a mock scowl.

“It’s not even eight yet.”

>With a quick laugh, Rainbow reaches out and drags the tip of her thumb against your chin.

>“Careful there Squirt, with an attitude like that I might start to think you’re getting tired of me.”

>Choosing to button your lips for the moment, you follow Dash inside and are immediately assaulted by a familiar scent.

 

>As you stand in the hall, nose in the air, trying to place the smell, Rainbow waits with a patient smirk on her lips.

>“Can’t figure it out, can you?”

>When you shake your head, Rainbow’s smile widens.

>Taking your hand, she pulls you into the kitchen where the familiar grumbling pops and the scent of burst corn kernels and salt lingering in the air.

“Popcorn?”

>“Mhmm.”

>Dash purrs and drapes an arm over your shoulders.

>“You know what goes great with popcorn, right? And no, it’s not sex, horndog.”

>Well, the obvious answer is out of the way.

“A movie?”

>Nodding, Rainbow leans in and whispers in your ear.

>“A scary movie; I want to see you squirm and hear you yelp like a scared little kid.”

>A horror movie?

>Somehow, you feel robbed.

>Rainbow Dash ushers you into the living room and sits you down on the couch.

>“Just give me a couple more minutes and I’ll be set to start.”

“So you don’t want any help?”

>Rolling her eyes, Dash snorts and turns on the ball of her foot, stalking out of the room, her well-muscled hips rolling the entire way.

>“No, I want you to sit here and get comfy, got it?”

>For emphasis she gives you a pointed look, cocking her eyebrow and smirking.

>You wave her off back to the kitchen.

“Yeah, I got it; just don’t take too long.”

>Rainbow grins and bounces out of the room.

>With your eye candy finally out of sight, you sigh and stare at the blank television screen.

>True to her word, Dash takes only a little while longer before coming back with a decently sized bowl of popcorn and drinks.

>Water, of course.

>The girl is a water freak.

>After setting them down, Rainbow moves back to the television and turns it on.

>Turning her attention to the DVD player, she bends over at the waist, pushing her butt out and wiggles ever so slightly.

 

“Flirt.”

>Glancing over her shoulder, your trainer winks at you and smacks her rump once.

>“Quit complaining, Squirt.”

>The two of you laugh as she changes out the disk, flicks the lights out and then hurries back to the couch as the disc whirrs to life.

>You place your hands down to lift yourself so that you can give her room, but Dash grunts and sandwiches her leg between yours

>“Not a chance, Squirt, I want to feel every flinch and squirm of yours.”

>Twisting her body, she keeps her leg in place and sits down next to you.

>The familiar scent of soap and lingering sweat fills your nostrils as she cuddles up next to you, the tall girl lazily draping her arm over your shoulders again.

>With her other hand she pulls a blanket around the two of you, squirms twice and then presses her lips to your ear again, brushing her body against yours in the process.

>“Comfy?”

>You manage to gulp and nod, much to Dash’s delight, and she slides her thigh further down yours until it brushes up against the head of your half-heard dick.

>Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as she kisses your cheek.

>“Good.”

>Just as you’re about to get really comfy, a scream rips through the room, causing both of you to tense and turn your attention to the screen.

>You missed the title card and don’t want to interrupt the obviously rapt Rainbow, but it’s pretty clearly something from the eighties Slasher vein of movies, further compounded by the over the top, cheesy death scene that starts the movie.

>It’s going to be a long night…

>As the movie progresses though, you begin to notice something.

>After every jump scare, Dash squirms closer to you.

>When the music takes on the eerie, haunting quality, you can feel the blood begin to pump furiously through her thigh.

 

>And then, when the killer makes his first appearance mid-way through the picture, she squeals in terror and hugs herself against you.

>Of course, after you give her a knowing look, Rainbow’s quick to jerk back and scowl.

>“Wh-what are you looking at, twerp?”

>A slow smile slips across your lips.

“You’re scared.”

>Even in the darkness, you can see her face color.

>“I-I am not! I’m just trying to make sure you know that it’s okay to scream too!”

“Rainbow, please, these movies are more funny than they are scary.”

>The girl pouts and glares at the ground.

>“You’re just putting on an act, it’s okay, I know you’re terrified.”

>Before you can respond, a loud, off-key screech echoes through the room again as the killer claims a victim.

>You turn to watch the movie, but Rainbow grabs your head and jerks you towards her.

>Within seconds you find your cheek buried in the muscular girl’s canyon of cleavage, all the way up to your nose.

>Her heart thuds away in her chest, and you can feel her gulping down air, trying to speak.

>“I, I don’t believe you’re not scared. So I’m just going to hold you close and let you know everything is fine, okay?”

>If you could manage a weary look up at the terrified trainer, you would.

>Unfortunately, being buried in breast has a rather pacifying effect on you, even with the shirt between you and her.

“All right.”

>You relent, shifting your head a little more to get comfortable.

>As the movie goes on, Dash wraps her other leg around you, using your upper body like a pillow, tensing and shuddering as the slasher’s rampage continues.

>On the other hand, her heartbeat is doing wonders for distracting you from the film, your eyes drooping as the clean scent of the girl fills your brain, her soft flesh massaging against your face and neck.

 

>Granted, you’ve got a boner that could shatter stone by this point, but you feel far too lethargic to do anything about it.

>At last, the movie comes to a close, an ominous warning of ‘The End?’ remaining on screen for several seconds before the television goes black and the DVD kicks back to the title screen.

>Rainbow finally gets her breathing under control, and you can feel her smile as she sighs.

>“Well, that was a rush, wouldn’t you say?”

>Giving a tired grunt, you nod.

“It sure was.”

>Several seconds pass, but Dash makes no move to release you.

>At last you clear your throat.

“Well, uh, I guess I’d better get going?”

>“W-what?”

>Pulling your head away from her chest, Rainbow fixes you with a frown.

>“There’s no way you’re going out after watching that!”

“Dash, it’s just a movie, it’s not like that happens in real life.”

>The athletic girl squirms a little and shakes her head.

>“Y-yeah, but…”

>She frowns and refuses to meet your eyes.

>Why is she so anxious?

>It’s not like you haven’t walked home in the middle of the night before.

>So why doesn’t she want you to leave?

>Oh…

>Oh.

>OH!

>Faking a shiver, you give the athlete an uncertain smile.

“You know what, you’re right, I really shouldn’t take a chance. Who knows what’s out there.”

>Her eyes brighten and she gives an affirmative nod.

>“That’s right! If something happened to you, I’d be really upset!”

>Despite your best efforts, you can’t help but smile a little.

“Really upset?”

>Rainbow’s face goes bright red again as she glances away.

>“R-Really, really, upset! But enough about that, it’s already decided that you’re staying here with me tonight, got it?”

>You give a grunt and nod, watching as a relieved smile slips across her face.

>“Good…”

 

>The two of you separate long enough for you to go through your nightly routines.

>After stripping down to your skivvies, you walk into the bedroom and find Dash already snug under the sheets.

>She glances over at you with a weak smile.

>“You, think you could hit the lights before coming to bed?”

>Holding back a smile you do as she asks and then slip under the blankets beside her.

>Laying face to face, you can see Dash smile in the darkness.

>“Hey, um, Squirt?”

“Mhmm?”

>“Th-thanks for sticking around tonight.”

>A grin splits your face.

“Well, you could always thank me with…”

>“No!”

>Rainbow all but squeals, shaking her head and pulling your face into her chest again.

>“Didn’t you see how many of them died having sex? That’s a major red flag!”

>You manage to hold back most of your laugh, feeling your mind begin to drift again as the steady thudding of Dash’s heart begins ringing in your ears again.

>Wrapping your arms around her, you pull her up against her and sigh.

“Okay. Then tonight just let me stay here.”

>The heat from Rainbow’s face works its way down to her chest, earning another small laugh from you as you nuzzle against her.

>“O-okay. Night, Squirt.”

“Night Dash.”

>You slur back at her, already feeling your eyes heavy with sleep again.

>While it wasn’t what you were expecting, you can’t be completely unsatisfied with the results.

>After all, if you were to die tonight, there’s no better place to be buried than right here.