>So this is it
>Night of the Fall Formal
>Suit rented
>Chin shaved
>Smelling of your dad's fancy aftershave
>Look in the mirror
>Notbad/10
>You're going to blow your date away
>Speaking of your date
>She said not to pick her up
>Said she'd flip things round
>And you'd expect nothing less, really
>She's awesome
>Captain of practically every girl's sport's team
>DGAF-what-other-people-think attitude
>Perfect blue skin and incredible multi-tone hair
>Toned, athletic body
>Perky B-cups that just beg to be squeezed
>...
>Fuck, now you're hard
>To hell with it
>You still have ten minutes until she's supposed to get here
>Slip into the bathroom
>Lock dat shit down
>Start beating off to the thought of your perfect girl
>Panting and pumping
>There's a knock at the door
>Almost jump out of your skin
>Just the front door
>You're safe
>Almost there
>Muffled voices
>Come on, you've got to finish up before-
"Rainbow!"
>Shit
>That was out loud
>You just came thinking about her
>"... yeah?"
>Oh, fuck
>There's no mistaking that voice
>She's stood right outside the bathroom door
>"You okay, Anon?" she asks
>"Sounding a bit off, man. Your dad told me I could wait, that you were just putting on your make-up."
>She's poking fun
>Doesn't mean anything by it
>"Listen, if you're not feeling well, don't worry about it."
>"I mean, a date? Not really my speed, you know?"
>Shit, she's backing out
>Say something, man!
>By now you can feel the bolognese leaking out of your pockets
>Leaving a saucy trail down your smart pants
"N-no! I- I'm fine. Honestly!"
>Passable save, Anon
>4/10
>Dry yourself off
>Flush your tissue
>Tuck the spaghetti back into your pockets
>Hopefully she won't notice the sauce
>Step out into the hall, and there she is
>Rainbow Dash
>No fancy dress, big surprise
>Instead she's wearing a rainbow top to match her hair
>Long purple arm-warmers
>Big pink boots
>And a mid-length blue skirt
>You realise you're staring and she punches you in the shoulder
>"Yeah, I know," she says, chuckling "I'm awesome. But you're not bad yourself, dude."
>Self esteem get!
>"Come on, if I have to listen to one more lecture from your parents, i'm gonna' scream."
>She imitates your father's voice eerily well
>"Now then, young lady, I hope your intentions are honourable. Bring my son home with his virginity intact."
>Goddamn it dad
>Just get over it, she's picking you up because she's the one with the car
>It doesn't make you any less of a man
>You and Dash split the scene
>Roll up to the Form Formal in her sweet ride
>Everywhere you look there's couples
>Holding hands, swapping saliva
>Yeah, you and Dash are too cool for tha-
>She grabs your hand
>Starts tugging you toward the school building
>You're just glad for the skin-to-skin contact
>The Dash you know from school wouldn't usually go for holding hands
>Too sappy
>... and you realise you're daydreaming
>Rainbow's brought you to the main doors to the Fall Formal hall
>And she's looking between your distant, contemplative expression and your linked hands
>"You're ... alright with this, right Anon?"
>Fuck, how can she even ask that?
"Of course, Dash. I was just thinking, is all."
>"Yeah? Something on your mind?"
>You try to deny it
"Nah, nothing important."
>She seems unimpressed, giving you another playful punch to the shoulder
>"Aw, come on, Anon. Don't be like that."
>Ah hell, may as well admit it
"Oh, fine. It's just nice to see a softer side to you."
>"Soft, is it?"
>She sounds a little hurt, and you're immediately gripped by regret
>Why did you have to-
>Wait, no
>Her chest is heaving
>Is she... laughing?
>"Oh, Anon, you're too easy. You should have seen your face!"
>She steps close
>"I've got the best date in the school, dummy. I've got to show him off."
>Suddenly, her arms are around your neck
>Legs around your waist
>The sudden weight almost topples you
>You stagger into the hall's double doors
>Dash is pressed up against it
>The briefest moment of resistance it grants lets her lock your lips together
>And then the doors fly open under your combined weight
>You practically fall through, the two of you one single mass of limbs
>Looking to all the world as if you were making out and then you carried her in
>Not giving a single flying fuck
>The murmur of conversation and dull throb of music is pretty much immediately silenced
>Cue stereotypical stopping-record sound effect
>You're painfully aware that every eye is on the two of you
>But you'll be damned if you let you and Rainbow's first kiss go to waste
>You adjust your grip so that she's easier to hold up
>Manage to free one of your hands for the briefest moment
>Then it's running through her Rainbow hair
>She laughs into your mouth and puts a bit of teeth into the kiss
>You gasp in surprise, and before you know it she's snaked her tongue into your mouth
>You recognise the voice of one of Rainbow's friends off in the crowd shouting "Now it's a party!!"
>And the crowd goes wild
>The music starts up again, louder than ever
>People cheering soon grab their dates and start getting down
>Each of them trying to outdo you and Dash
>None of them ever going to admit it
>Rainbow finally breaks the kiss
>And you come up for air, breathless
>That was one hell of a kiss
>You can barely form words
>Dash is grinning at your blissed-out expression
>"Like my soft side, huh? Yeah, you do."
>She laughs, not even waiting for you to reply
>You're still in a little bit of shock
>"Listen, i'm going to find us somewhere to sit. Find us something to drink, yeah?"
>She disappears off into the crowd, but not before giving you a quick slap on the butt
>Pushing you off towards the drinks and snapping you out of your trance
>Yeah, she's a keeper
>You meander through the dancing couples on the floor
>Exchanging nods, brief greetings
>A few of the ladies give you the eye
>And most of the guys pat you on the back as you pass
>Feelsgoodman
>You struggle through the thronging masses and find your way to the refreshment table
>Grab a couple of bottles of the 'Cider' and start the search for your date
>How they can call it Cider when it's got the alcohol content of Apple Juice is beyond you
>Flashing lights and flailing limbs make it take a little longer than you might've hoped
>But eventually you spot her trademark prismatic hair
>She's taking it easy
>Talking to a younger kid with purple hair
>Or rather, the younger kid's talking at her
>You just catch the end of what they're saying when Rainbow spots you winding your way toward them through the crowd
>"-sounds awesome! Will you show me sometime?"
>"Sure thing, Squirt. Some time. But I gotta' give my date the attention he deserves for now, okay?"
>The little orange girl grumbles a bit, but takes off to give the two of you some space
>You hand Rainbow her 'Cider' and she looks at it like it's the nectar of the very gods
>"Sweet Apple Cider? Hell yeah!"
>She pops off the bottlecap
>You do the same
>Sitting and watching people make fun of themselves on the dance floor, the two of you shoot the shit
>You cast around for any topic
>Sports, dreams, aspirations...
>The evening goes on, and the party continues
>The music, once loud and boisterous, starts to slow to almost a crawl
>The few remaining couples on the floor are dancing slow
>Content in each other's arms
>And you want to join them
"Hey, Dash?"
>"Yeah?"
>You stand, offering her your hand as goofily as anything
"Give me this dance?"
>"Come on, Anon. Me? Really?"
>She protests, but grins as she takes your hand and lifts herself into your arms
>As if she'd been waiting for this
>You look around nervously to see how the others are dancing, and end up with an arm around each other's waist
>The two of you make an awkward sight, neither one being accustomed to this particular style of dancing
>She presses up against you
>You can feel her through your suit
>You can feel her hot breath on your ear
>You can barely control yourself
>And then she whispers;
>"I'm not wearing any panties."
>Your heart stops
>Did you hear that right?
>You can't have
>But then you look at the oh-so-confident young woman in your arms
>There's the slightest pink tint to her cheeks, and for a moment she refuses to meet your eyes
>God damn
>You realise you've stalled
>The dance almost forgotten
>And you're standing to attention in your bolognese-stained pants
>You worry about that for a moment
>But then you realise with Dash pressed up against you like this, she'll be the only one to know
>But boy does she know
>She bites your earlobe and starts grinding her hips against you
>"That got someone's attention, didn't it?"
>She breathes into your ear, her teasing whispers prompting even more response from downstairs
>She wriggles against your straining erection, the feeling beyond belief
>You both start to breathe more heavily, and you steer her away from the other dancers
>Try desperately to keep what she's doing to you hidden even as it starts to flood your mind with carnal pleasure
"N...not here..."
>You try to object, and Dash relents
>"Fine," she murmurs, "But you owe me. Everyone knows The Dash loves showing off."
>Fuck, you don't even care she just referred to herself in the third person
>Fuck this
>She might get off on this kind of thing, but you need a little more privacy to be comfortable, damn it
>"Come on."
>Rainbow grabs onto your arm and bids a hasty retreat from the school building
>Before you know it, she's pushing you down onto the back seat of her car
>She follows after you, slamming the door shut behind her
>She plants her knees to either side of you
>Straddling you
>Rubbing her soaking pussy lips up against your erection even as it struggles to escape
>Whipping off her rainbow top
>And tossing her keys who-knows-where
>Your eyes go wide and you sit up to take one of her nipples into your mouth
>Give it the once over with your tongue
>Dash gasps and almost spazzes out, pushing you back down onto the seat
>She practically tears open your shirt and starts to plant kiss after kiss on your bare chest
>You grab onto her toned buttcheeks
>Reflect briefly that they're so firm you could catch a bullet between them
>Running your hands over their smooth contours
>Until one of your hands finds its way to her dripping snatch
>You tease her lips apart and almost immediately she squeals out loud
>Working her for a little while, you realise she's barely moving any more
>Head laid against your chest
>Shuddering at your touch
>You decide to slip one of your fingers inside her
>She tenses up for a moment, but as you finger her she starts to moan
>Short and high pitched at first lasting no more than half a second
>But as time goes on and you slip another finger inside her they increase in frequency and volume
>Once you have three fingers working her roiling insides, it's almost one continuous, throaty cry of ecstacy
>Between gasping breaths she croaks words of encouragement into your bare shoulder
>"Like that, Anon!"
>"Yes! Work me!"
>"Don't stop, i'm- So-"
>"R-Rainbow Dash? Is that you? Are you okay?!"
>Fucking
>Fuck
>It's that kid from earlier
>Scootaloo
>Dash jumps up like a scalded cat, hitting her head on the roof of the car
>"Aw, fuck!"
"Wh-"
>"Rainbow Dash!"
>Before you know what's happening, you're thrust towards the side of the car the voice is coming from
>Rainbow Hisses at you
>"Just stall her, okay? I need to get my top on."