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"My Little Problem" by PonyToast

 

It was one night, when Dashie was, by my calculations, about 6 or 7 years old, that things changed between us. She was entering into adulthood, and had begun to act like a rambunctious teenager. I was depressed by this, feeling like our connection was starting to wear thin.

 

It began on a rainy night in early summer. I was awakened to a strange sound from Dashie’s room. It sounded a bit like a half-snore, half-yelp, and it disturbed me somewhat.

 

Carefully and quietly, I crept down the hall towards her room. The sound was growing louder, and more desperate. I knocked lightly on the door. “Dashie? Are you okay?”

 

There was a loud cough and then a muffled groan. “I…I don’t know, I feel weird.”

 

I furrowed my brow. In all her time in this world, Dashie had never gotten sick, even once. What was I supposed to do? Thoughts raced through my head. What if she was contracting some sickness incurable in this world? What would I do? I pushed the terrible thought to the back of my mind. “Can I come in?”

 

A pause. “Yeah…”

 

I pushed the door open and was met with the dark image of Dashie’s room: barely-visible posters on the wall, and a mess threatening to eat the furniture. Dashie was on the bed, her covers thrown to the side, covered in sweat. I moved over to her side.

 

“I don’t…feel so good…” Dashie mumbled, burying her muzzle in my chest. I stroked her mane and found that her coat was warmer than usual. She had some sort of fever.

 

“Dashie, you’re burning up…” I said, stating the obvious. The ideas I had pushed back before resurfaced. I felt scared.

 

“I just feel so…weird…I need to cool off…” she looked in my eyes and my heart broke for her pain.

 

“Come on,” I said, “Let’s get you a bath. Run some water over you. Maybe it’ll help.”

 

She nodded “Yeah, that’ll be good…”

 

She got up and started to move slowly toward the door, but stopped and dropped into a sitting position. “My legs feel all wobbly…”

 

I moved over to her and picked her up. No matter how large she had grown, Dashie was always light, like a big teddy bear. Gingerly I carried her to the bathroom and set her down next to the tub. I drew a cool shower for her. “Come on, in you go,” I said kindly.

 

She sighed and put her forelegs apart in a hugging gesture. She needed my help. I picked her up and carried her into the shower stall, immediately soaking my shorts and t-shirt through. I sat down on the shower stall floor and let the water run over her for a little while, running my fingers through her mane.

 

Slowly she began to react more as she cooled down. She looked back and gave me an adorable smile before gesturing with her nose to the shampoo bottle on the shelf. I laughed and picked it up, squeezing some into my palm. It was this odorless, sensitive-skin stuff I had found long ago, and Dashie preferred it to any other kinds of shampoo I had let her try. Lathering some up between my fingers, I began to run it through her rainbow locks. She sighed pleasantly.

 

We sat in silence for a little while as I washed her mane and coat, like old times when I used to give her baths in the sink as a filly. It was a pleasant connection we had.

 

Her coat was still warm to the touch, as though her body’s metabolism had purposely gone into overdrive. The cool water was counteracting the effect, but only so much. My fear was subsiding, a bit, though, as the cool water seemed to have a drastic effect.

 

Dashie started moving around a bit. The shower stall was large enough to allow this—I’d had some work done on it a year or so back to accommodate the growing pony. She let me gently clean her legs and back before moving on to her delicate wings. I didn’t use shampoo here—the shampoo was easily trumped by natural preening. I washed Dashie’s tail a bit, too, though she often preferred to so that herself.

 

Dashie gave me a sudden sidelong look. The cool water had fully awakened her and she was no longer drowsy. “Can you…can you do me a favor?”

 

“Anything.” I stroked her mane.

 

She looked back toward her flank. “Can you wash me…” she trailed off and her tail lifted slightly.

 

I furrowed my brow. Even from her first bath, Dashie hadn’t wanted me to wash her private areas, and I had respected that. I gestured to her flank with my eyes. “Back there?”

 

She nodded. “I feel too stiff to reach back there myself.” She gave me a pathetically adorable look. “Please?”

 

I nodded. Washing the excess soap from my hand, I gently started wetting the back of her legs with water, moving gently up her hindquarters. Dashie closed her eyes and lifted her tail more and I began to gently wash the parts directly under it. As soon as my hands touched her most sensitive area, she gasped suddenly. I withdrew my hand.

 

“I’m sorry—” I said, pulling back.

 

She opened her eyes and looked at me. “No, it’s okay. Seriously. Go ahead. It’s just…y’know. Different.”

 

“Right.” I gently resumed cleaning her, trying to gently scrub her coat with a washtowel to rid it of accumulated sweat and dirt. Dashie didn’t bathe every day, out of her own preference. Sometimes she would let herself go until she smelled like a wet dog and I would order her to go shower.

 

Dashie emitted a soft noise as I resumed washing her. I suddenly detected warmth emanating from her lower regions and her body seemed to get warmer. She gently started to move her hips along with the washcloth in a slow gyrating fashion. It suddenly hit me.

 

Dashie was in heat.

 

I withdrew from her again. She gave me a look. “It’s fine, really,” she started to say.

 

“Dashie,” I said, “I know…why you feel like this.”

 

She blinked. “You do?”

 

I nodded. “I didn’t know this was going to happen to you, because…well…never mind.” I steadied my breath. “Ponies, when they get old enough, start to go through a cycle of…hormones. Every so often, they trigger a response.” I looked away. “A sexual response.”

 

Dashie’s eyes widened. She knew what sex was, having had the birds-and-bees conversation some time prior. I had not expected this kind of behavior in…well…a children’s cartoon character. But here the situation was, and it needed to be dealt with.

 

Dashie thought about my words for a few long moments. “What…what am I going to do?” she asked, “I mean, I’ve been feeling so weird…down there…for a day or so. I try to, you know, do things to myself but it’s not making it any better.”

 

I was silent for a bit. I knew a little about the equine estrus cycle, having researched it at one time in case this situation here to appear. But now here it was, and any solution I had had to the problem vanished into an inaccessible part of my brain.

 

“I just feel like I need something,” Dashie continued, “and I think I know what it is.” She looked at me seriously. “I think I need a male.”

 

I looked at her kindly. “That would be next to impossible, Dashie. Other ponies are too…big…for you. And I don’t know how I’d be able to get you to one in secret…I just don’t know.”

 

Dashie thought a minute with her brow furrowed in concentration. Then her eyes widened, and she looked away. “I’ve got a…a possible solution.” She looked at me with soulful eyes and I almost knew what her suggestion would be.

 

“You.”

 

I shook my head. “I…that wouldn’t…I…”

 

“What’s wrong?” Dashie demanded, up on all fours now, and advancing on me, “You’ve got one, don’t you?”

 

“Well, yes, but—”

 

“And it’s not ‘too big’, now is it?”

 

“—that’s not the—”

 

“You love me, don’t you?”

 

The words hung in the air for a moment, with no other sound but the soft patter of the cool running water. Dashie looked at me desperately, awaiting an answer.

 

“Of course I love you, Dashie. But—”

 

She closed the space between our faces in the blink of an eye, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I won’t deny it, I kissed back. After what seemed like a long time, she pulled away. “If you love me, then you’ll do this for me. I need it. You’re the only one than can help me with this and I trust you.”

 

I ran my fingers through her wet mane and nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it for you. But not here.” I got up, turned the shower off, and reached for a towel. I began to towel Dashie off lightly, and while reaching over to towel her back she nudged against my member lightly. She was staring at my crotch. “Let me see it then.” She gave me a look. Was that smugness?

 

I sighed. The bathroom was the best place to drop my wet clothes anyway. I peeled off my t-shirt and dropped it in the corner. Dashie stared at me, expectantly, and I reached for the hem of my shorts and pulled them off. She stared at my manhood for a few moments before moving closer to it. It was a bit aroused already, and Dashie’s warm breath made it grow further. “Whoa.” Without warning, she stuck out her tongue and licked it from base to tip.

 

I let out an audible moan and slumped back against the sink. Dashie gave me a questioning look. “Was that okay?”

 

“I…uh…yeah.” I took a breath. “Where did you—”

 

She smirked again. “Internet.” She quickly resumed, licking me in the fame fashion several times, eliciting much greater excitement, not to mention small noises from the base of my throat. It had been years since I had spent any time with a lady friend. And now, here I was, receiving oral from…Rainbow Dash. It felt so wrong. But it felt so good, too…

 

Dashie stopped licking and looked up at me. “Where to?”

 

“The bedroom,” I said, “it’ll be more comfortable…”

 

She nodded and trotted out the door, swishing me with her tail. I followed her across the hall to my bedroom, with its big comfy bed. There she stretched out, her body still slightly damp, on my mattress and looked back at me with bedroom eyes. “Come on.”

 

I joined her in the bed, and she met me with deep kisses. We kissed as I softly caressed her sky-blue coat, gingerly running my fingers through the soft hair. Finally, when we broke apart, I looked into her eyes. “Ready?”

 

She nodded and turned over onto her belly. She pushed her hindquarters toward me and lifter her tail, revealing again her nether regions. I reached out and touched them softly with my fingers. Dashie was very wet, and amazingly warm. I softly caressed her slit with my fingertips, eliciting soft moans from her mouth. She looked back at me and gave me a glare that easily said: “Get on with it!”

 

I obliged, pulling myself to my knees. I placed one hand on her flank, right over her cutie mark, while with the other I guided my erect member to her entrance. I teased her lips with the tip, coating the head with her warm juices. Once sufficiently lubricated, I began to slowly enter her.

 

Dashie’s eyes went wide as the head of my member slid inside her. She eagerly pushed herself backward, shoving me in another inch or so and yelped in surprise at the sensation. I pushed the rest of the way inside of her and released my breath.

 

We were still for a few moments while Dashie adjusted to the feeling of my warm rod inside of her. When she was ready, she started to move forward, withdrawing me about halfway. I nudged forward again with a firm thrust, bringing forth another moan from the pegasus' lips. Again, she withdrew and I thrusted back in.

 

We maintained this rhythm for some time: she would withdraw, I would thrust. Slowly, as she got used to the feeling, we began to go faster. I took her flanks in both hands, guiding our rhythm with a firm hold. Her tail swished back and forth across my chest, tickling my nipples. I was in ecstasy; her warmth and tightness were an amazing feeling.

 

Dashie began to grow louder as she neared climax. She began to throw herself backwards onto me, driving me as deep as possible into her. I held on as long as I could. Then, suddenly, she stopped and shuddered, pressing her butt as hard as she could against my groin. I could hold it no longer, and I came inside her. Sated, we both fell down onto the bed.

 

I held her close, her warm body slowly beginning to cool as her heart slowed. I buried my face in her mane and she buried hers in my chest. I sighed, thinking about how this process would need to be repeated whenever Dashie came into heat. Perhaps, I thought, this wasn’t such a bad solution after all.

 

THE END