Shooting Range (RGRE)


                                            > The nice thing about living on the edge of town, is that your mornings are pretty private.

                                            > You have actually gotten used to going through your morning stark naked.

                                            > Saves on laundry.

                                            > So even though you left the window open, you paint a towel without a care.

                                            > Then you hear a voice.

                                            > "Pretty lame, I've seen stallions shoot much farther."

                                            > You slowly turn your head, hand frozen in mid-pump.

                                            > Rainbow is at your window, a hoof propping up her unimpressed face.

                                            > Most people would be embarrassed, or at least angry.

                                            > /mlp/ changed you.

                                            "If you're such an expert, let's see you do better!"

                                            > "Fine! Then you'll be crying because a mare is better at shooting your thing than you are!"

                                            > You aren't sure if she isn't all that bright, if she's just that competitive, or if this sort of thing is no big deal for ponies.

                                            > Whatever the case, she hops into the room, and struts up to your waist.

                                            > Then she gingerly pokes at your softening burrito.

                                            > "What kind of trick is this? I know it was bigger when you were using it!"

                                            > You stare down into those angry eyes.

                                            "This is your first time with a dick, isn't it?"

                                            > Her face reddens, but her expression doesn't change.

                                            > "Get real, I've seen tons of dick. Sometimes, it's like all I see is dick. Your dick is just weird."

                                            > You swing your hips a little, and she leans back to dodge.

                                            "That wasn't my question. I am asking you, is this your first time giving a hoofjob?"

                                            > Dash glares first at your cock, then at you.

                                            > "So what? I know what to do, even if you're clueless."

                                            > She catches your dick between her hooves, and starts sliding them up and down the hardening shaft.

                                            > Then it slips out, and she growls in frustration.

                                            > "I'm not done yet!"

                                            > You hold up your hands placatingly.

                                            "Never said you were."

                                            > It slips out another two times before your dick returns to its former glory.

                                            > At that, she glances at you nervously, and brings her wing tips to bare.

                                            > Steadied thusly, she focuses on increasing her pace.

                                            > Her velvety hooves are rather gentle, for all her vigor in stroking.

                                            > For some reason, though, she can't seem to synchronize her two hooves.

                                            > One will be coming up while the other down, and your dick waving like a magnificent noodle.

                                            > It's nice, but...

                                            > "Ugh, why isn't this working?"

                                            "Try moving your hooves the same direction."

                                            > She scowls at you.

                                            > "I have, but it's impossible! It's like one of Pinkie's party challenges, like the head and the belly thing."

                                            > You sigh.

                                            "Just start slow, and gradually work your way up to full speed."

                                            > Rainbow frowns, but obeys.

                                            > After a few false starts, she gets into the rhythm and you relax, savoring pleasure.

                                            > Her hooves start to blur, and you feel a second wave gather within.

                                            > Your attention snaps to what she is doing as your dick becomes almost painfully stimulated, your breathing shallow.

                                            > Then she licks her lips, and you lose what little restrain you had.

                                            > The wave surges through your channel, and Dash yells in surprise as semen launches from your cock.

                                            > She pulls her hooves away shakily, and a second spurt grazes some of her feathers and the edge of her left hoof.

                                            > She wipes the hoof off on your floor, and checks to see her handiwork. Hoofiwork?

                                            > "See? I told you I was better with your dick than you are. I got an extra two inches farther, and this is my first time!"

                                            > You nod humbly.

                                            "You are right, Rainbow Dash. The responsibility now falls to you to unload me each morning."

                                            > She smirks at you.

                                            > "Nice try, but I'm not that dumb. Just go ask Fluttershy, I'm sure she'll help you out."

                                            > You raise your eyebrows.

                                            "Really."

                                            > Rainbow crouches in front of your window.

                                            > "Yeah, really. She's a good friend to have when you're in heat. But I've wasted enough time here, I got clouds to kick."

                                            > And with that she leaps up and away, leaving you to your speculations about a soft, warm, and apparently willing pegasus.