Lewd Dash words by Xieril (nsfw)

 

The days seem to go by pretty quickly, living with Rainbow Dash. She leaves early in the mornings, but comes back early in the afternoons, the two of you spending the evenings together. Whether it be exercising together to try and trim some of that gut you've got going on, or just sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn bigger than Dash's head set between the two of you while you watch the latest film she picked up on the way home, or even roughhousing across the living room floor, and once or twice in the bedroom, she always gets her due time with you.

 

How the two of you came to live together is a bit of a tale in itself. But when ponies around Ponyville ask, as they often do, she sums it up nicely.

 

“Someone had to get this guy into shape! I mean did you see him before? But yeah, he said he wanted help, so we met up three times a week to work out together. You get to know someone pretty well when you do that for months on end. And after one rough run when I was absolutely beat, the weather went sour real fast and I crashed at his place. One thing lead to another and, other than leaving his gym clothes on the floor, things aren't so bad. And it lets me keep an eye on what he eats. Gotta keep him lean and mean!”

 

Not very flattering, but that's Dash for you. She's a different beast when it's just the two of you, though.

 

Just one of the many reasons she never leaves your thoughts.

 

 

It was a Friday almost like any other in the Ponyville marketplace. The sun was out, the birds were singing, ponies were going about their day with bright smiles and full bags as they purchased necessities mixed with the most recent toys, fashions, snacks, or games. Just walking among the happy ponies made you suck in a deep, appreciative breath, feeling like you were filling your chest up with the joy of the patrons scattered throughout the square. You had a stupid grin on your face as you exhaled, beaming at every pony as your eyes searched for the specialized clothing store that had opened recently in town. Dash had talked of the two of you getting some kind of similar outfits to exercise in when you were about town, that way you looked like a team.

And probably so random mares would at least pretend to not gawk at you. She didn't say it, but if Dash was around when you got some of the more...appreciative looks, things tended to get a little heated. Not for the mares, of course, but for you. The last time it'd happened she'd exercised a whole hour over the normal time. You'd been obliged to follow, or told yourself that anyway, and the bruises had lasted a good couple of weeks. At least she'd cut back on the sarcastic compliments. That time.

 

You shook your head a bit, scattering your thoughts before spotting the store and heading to it with a quickened pace. Best get what you came for and get out.

 

A ringing bell announced your entry as you swung the door wide, greeting the shop owner with a wave as he gawked at the unusual customer entering his store. It was a look you'd nearly forgotten, though it's resurgence made you chuckle a bit while you strode the distance to the counter. The middle aged stallion working the counter recovered well enough, his slack jawed look of surprise changing to a nervous smile as he looked up at the first human he'd seen. They were always a little nervous the first time. Probably the height difference.

Clearing his throat he gazed up at you and said with just a slight quiver in his tone,

 

“W-welcome! My store specializes in custom outfits; For work or play, it's just a stitch away! How may I help you?”

 

Pulling out the small note Dash had written for you, you read off the list of clothes you wanted made and their corresponding sizes. Dash had said to foot-stomp that the clothes were for exercising in, so you repeated it three or so times, until the old stallion was saying it himself as he hastily copied down your instructions. Dash wrote she wanted her cutie mark on hers, so she'd drawn several scribbles of the cloud and rainbow lighting bolt on the paper for you to show the stallion. He'd laughed a bit at the lopsided drawings, but assured you he'd straighten them out. You could see something click mentally with the stallion as he redrew the mark, before he looked up at you in surprise.

 

“The legendary Rainbow Dash wishes an order from my newly opened store? Why, I'm honored! To think my reputation had traveled so quickly....”

 

Truthfully, it hadn't. She had no idea who this guy was, just what the store did. And that Rarity added too much frill to her last attempt at something to exercise in and an alternative was needed. But you hadn't been about to tell him that, instead smiling and reinforcing his perception. Good thing too. In hindsight, it had gotten you a hefty discount.

 

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You recalled briefly that Dash had pranked you a few days prior. Toothpaste in the shampoo bottle. Or was that the time before? It was tough to recall: she pranked you about twice a week. You got her back pretty frequently, but you still owed her one....

 

So you'd added an extra pair of shorts to the order. Ones for Dash, with her cutie mark on the sides like she wanted. But about one and a half sizes too small. The clerk hadn't asked why, thankfully. You had a plan for revenge, and maybe a little fun, as you left the store. One that you put into motion the following Friday, after picking up the order and bringing the nice new outfits back to the home you and Dash shared near the park in Ponyville.

 

 

“I'm back!” you call out, swinging open the extra tall door made just for you and entering your home. The house itself greets you with the smell of popcorn, a scent lingering from movie night with Dash the day before that brings with it an urge to run your hands through that small mares mane again as she pokes her head up from the couch like a rainbow maned prairie dog.

 

“Took you long enough!” she says playfully, hitting the remote for the TV and shutting it off before floating over to you, eyes on the bag of clothes and a small smile on her face, “So, how do they look? He didn't mess up my cutie mark, did he?”

 

“On the contrary,” you say with a grin, pulling one of the proper sized shorts and shirts for her from the bag, holding them up for her inspection, “He draws it better than you.”

 

“Ha hah. Lemme see.”

 

You hand over the shirt for her inspection first, subtly switching the set of shorts for the ill-fitting pair when she turns around and spreads the white shirt wide with her hooves for better inspection. She turns it over once, checking out the holes in it for her wings, then turns back around with a grin.

“Looks good to me! And there's a hole in the shorts for my tail, right?”

 

You nod, opening the small pair of black shorts and turning them over for her inspection.

 

“Man those look small,” she whispers, making your heart race. The clothes have no tags, barring the small patch sewn into the back of the waistband that denote who made them, so there's no way she could tell for sure....

 

“Maybe it's my imagination,” she says with a shrug as you nervously smile, “Anyway, it's 5k Friday! Let's get these suckers on and let's get to it!”

 

Your shoulders sag at her words. 5k Friday. Your least favorite work out.

 

“Aw c'mon, you know you gotta run!” Dash says comfortingly, drifting closer to you until her chest is nearly touching yours. She leans her face in close to yours, moving it to the side to whisper something that really gets your heart racing: “Cardio is SO important that, if you keep up with me today, maybe I'll give you a little extra when we get back~.”

 

You swear she winks as she slowly floats back from you, draping the shirt and the pair of shorts you thought you still had in your hands over a hoof before making a shooing motion at you.

 

“Well? Go get changed! I'll need your help getting into this stuff so you go first.”

 

Moments later, you're changed and helping Dash get her wings through the holes in her shirt comfortably, giving gentle tugs on the fabric to make sure it's set properly as you sit on the floor while Dash stands sideways before you, turning about so you can get the other side while she comments on the path you'll be taking through the park today.

 

“It's an easy 5k, since we haven't done one for a few weeks. Mostly level ground, commonly run paths, and we'll take it a little slow. We can do a harder one next week or the week after, depending on how your legs feel afterward.”

 

She turns and faces away from you as you lay the pair of too-small shorts on the ground for her to step into carefully. She looks over her shoulder as she steps back, though you still have to correct where her legs are manually while fighting the incredible urge to just run your hands up her legs and-

 

“Stop day dreaming and help me get these things on,” she says firmly, snapping you out of your haze as she smiles smugly, very gently swaying her firm butt from side to side teasingly, “Like I said: Keep up and you'll get a reward today. But only if you keep up!”

 

You grab the waistband of the shorts and pull them up quickly, not surprised at all when the waistband promptly squishes even Dash's sleek cheeks until they're nearly bulging out over the side. To her credit, Dash only yelps and nearly kicks you in the chest, thinking you're copping a feel.

 

“What in the hay?!” she says, grunting firmly as she looks back and sees the shorts pushing her blue butt up and out, “Did that guy make them too small or-”

 

“Maybe you should lay off the popcorn,” you chuckle, enjoying pulling the shorts up even more, lifting Dash's entire backside off the ground a good two to three inches before the waistband expands a little more and Dash's hooves hit the ground softly as everything falls into place. Everything except her tail, which looks strange through the tight black tunic as it's pressed against her butt. Reaching a few fingers through the small tail hole in the shorts, you fish around with them until you've got a firm grip on the base of her tail. With a gentle tug, you pull her tail out of the shorts through the hole, lining everything up as it should be as Dash's hindquarters are lifted off the ground once more before you let go. Dash clears her throat impatiently as you run a hand over the taut pants, making sure everything is smoothed out while also enjoying the extremely smooth, tight feeling of Dash's ass.

 

“Alright, alright. That's enough appreciating,” she says hotly, cheeks rosy as she does a quick turnaround and eyes you suspiciously, “These things are tight. You sure you read the right size off to him?”

 

You raise your hand in a mock pledge, “I swear.”

 

“Hmm. Maybe I just need to break them in a bit,” she mumbles, shaking one leg to the side experimentally as you stifle a giggle, “Well, whatever. Let's go for a run. Though I might be slower than normal if these things don't loosen up.”

 

 

The day is warm and sunny, not a cloud in the sky and no breeze to make the run any better or worse as the two of you set out for your run. Dash leads the way, no more than a few feet in front and to the side of you. Back when you first started she'd run beside you, trying to encourage you and making sure you didn't fall behind. But these days she prefers to encourage you from in front. Your more intimate relationship having lead to better ideas of how to keep you interested in running.

 

And what motivation you have today.

 

The first few minutes went by pretty quick, the outskirts of town transitioning to the dirt paths in the park as ponies play with frisbees and enjoy picnics in the more open areas that you pass. You keep good pace with Dash, who runs at a pace just slightly faster than yours so she can stay abreast of you. You kept your eyes straight ahead while you passed the couples and foals playing in the park, but as the two of you hit your first stretch of less populated park, you look to Dash to see how she's doing.

Dash has a look of slight discomfort on her face. No doubt the tightness of the shorts are to blame. A tightness that displays every curve in Dash's exemplary form, the firm, sleek blackness of the shorts making you think they've somehow changed to spandex with how tightly they cling to her.

 

You nearly trip over a root jutting out the side of the path, stumbling momentarily as Dash looks back in confusion.

 

“You alright back there? I knew taking time off running wasn't doing you any favors, but c'mon!”

 

She smiles smugly at you before picking her pace up a bit, gaining some distance between the two of you that you struggle to close during several twists and turns in the path. Finally, you're back where you started relative to Dash, and she gives a small nod before focusing on her running again.

You try to do the same, but it's not long before your gaze is drawn to her again.

The sun is beating down on the two of you in your white shirts and black shorts, and though it isn't unbearably hot you're both sweating pretty steadily now. You wipe the back of your hand across your forehead, taking some of the sweat away before checking on Dash.

She ignores the sweat running down her face, focused solely on the run and the path before her as far as you can tell. She strides efficiently, lithe body captivating while in motion. It helps that you can see every movement in her hindquarters as her legs rise and fall steadily, each push against the ground showing clear through her shorts and straining against the fabric. There are dark splotches on it around the waistband, where sweat on her back rolls down under her shirt and wettens the shorts lightly. Suddenly she turns her head, drawing your eyes and making eye contact again. But this time there's no teasing, no witty remark. She smiles honestly at you, panting:

 

“Good! You're in better shape still than I thought.”

 

You hadn't noticed, but you're running a fair clip faster than you normally do. The scenery goes by at a rapid pace for running, and surprisingly your legs and breathing seem pretty good. Your legs are strained, a little, but all things considered you're surprised at yourself too.

Dash bites her lower lip softly, tossing her hair to the side before turning her attention back to the path with a smile as your gaze drifts back to her bouncing posterior.

 

Is it just you or is her tail raised a bit more now?

 

The two of you round a bend in the road and the park exit is now in sight. Dash doesn't lessen her pace, instead kicking it up a notch as she starts to pull away from you. You strain to keep up, legs thumping and arms pumping, the final leg from the park exit back to the home you share turning into a long sprint instead of a run.

Lungs burning and legs starting to fail you, somehow you manage to keep within several feet of Dash. True enough, she beats you to the door, holding it open as you rapidly wind down from a sprint to a stagger just before you clear the door frame and promptly navigate your way to the couch, falling face first onto the cool cushion-y goodness as Dash shuts the door behind you. Rolling face up, you work on steadying your breathing while Dash grabs a pair of towels from the bathroom, coming back and tossing one on your face as she floats over the top of the couch.

 

“Good run today,” she says breathlessly before wiping her face with her own towel, light blue like herself, “You worked hard.”

 

You grunt through your towel, wiping your face and moving a hand to remove it just before something drops onto your stomach and knocks all the wind from your lungs. Sucking in a deep breath and tossing the towel to the floor, you're greeted with the sight of a sweaty Rainbow Dash straddling your gut with a towel across her neck and shoulders, white shirt spotted with sweat and a smug smirk on her cute face.

 

“Now it's time to play hard.”

 

 

 

The towel drops from your hand to the floor unceremoniously as Rainbow Dash slowly lies down on top of you, hind legs still straddling your body as she scoots forward enough to plant a kiss firmly on your lips. It's hot and salty, the sweat from the run rolling down her face and yours and tinging everything with mixed levels of hot and pungent scent as the two of you gasp for breath between bouts of kissing, until Dash makes the move and squirms her tongue into your mouth aggressively. You bring your hands up to Dash's back, hands running under the sweat soaked shirt and feeling the damp coat beneath as you find the base of her wings and gently squeeze them.

She makes such a satisfied gasp that you find yourself doing it again, alternating squeezes with running a finger gently in circles around the base of the other wing before switching back again while Dash moans into your mouth. She finally breaks the kissing with a gasp, panting into your face as she sits up a bit.

 

“I saw you staring,” she says with a gentle moan, “During the run. Hnngfh-yes, right there! I don't know why but-,” she says with another pant, biting her lip gently as you run your hands up and down the small of her back, “But seeing you stare at me got me going too. Did you see it, during the run?”

 

You shake your head, focused on teasing Dash as you run your hands underneath the waistband of her too-tight shorts, alleviating her slightly from the restricting band. As if on cue a shake runs through Dash, making her shut her eyes as Dash's legs tighten against your sides for a moment and getting you rock hard almost instantly.

 

“Hnnnnnf!” Dash grunts, biting her lip forcefully at the sensation wracking her small frame, “It's been like that for a while; I'm so pent up! Come on, don't tease me-”

 

You shut her up with a forceful kiss, tangling your tongue with hers as both your hands squirm underneath the tight shorts, palms down and full of Dash's taut blue butt, enjoying every inch of her damp coat and the firm muscle beneath. The shorts were already tight, but with your hands included they're stretching at the seams and pressing your hands forcefully into Dash's ass.

You keep going, hands moving farther and farther down, the heat inside the shorts increasing as your hands near their goal. You can't help but notice how sticky the shorts are now, sweat mixing with other, more sensual, fluids. If your face wasn't full of Dash's hot lips and tongue, you'd be able to smell the heated scent of her heat more clearly. Even without the scent in your nose, you can feel the edges of her marehood with your fingers now. Every quiver and pulse sending shivers down your spine while your cock throbs mercilessly in your running shorts.

Dash breaks the kiss as the first finger finds it's way to her most sensitive spot, creeping over the raised lip of her bulging marehood to prod gently at the hot, sticky clit that pulses wildly. Gently you place the finger on top the center of the bulging knob, then push it carefully in a clockwise motion, shifting it in place as it bucks under your finger like a wild creature in itself.

The effect is immediate, Dash's eyes snapping wide open as her back arches, mouth open in a blissful cry as she climaxes suddenly, spraying your hand and the inside of her shorts with fluids as her wings flare and her whole body shakes.

You don't let up. You move the finger from her clit, pairing your index with your middle finger, and slowly but forcefully pushing them inside her snatch. She gasps at the intrusion while still riding waves of pleasure from her orgasm, until finally she closes her eyes and finds her center again, though the only sound she can make is a high pitched, pleasure filled whine of sorts. Unfortunately for you, the shorts are so tight that you can't move your hand in a pumping motion. So instead, you hook your fingers and gently rub her insides, searching for her most sensitive spots as your other hand withdraws from the shorts and gently traces her anus from outside, pushing the slick fabric of the shorts in a circle around her protrusion slowly.

She moves her body against yours in time with the circles, slowly grinding her stomach against yours, unable to scratch the itch you're causing inside her.

 

“It's, ah! It's no fun if it's just one way,” she gasps, a characteristically smug grin coming across her pleasure-strained features, “You need that extra cardio, remember? Come on, get these shorts off.”

 

You stop what you're doing, pulling your hands from her shorts as quick as you can manage, grabbing hold of the waistband and pulling down and away from her wings, trying to get them off. They get hung up on her cheeks again, a distinct ripping sound coming from the waistband as you struggle to get them off in one piece until Dash says in desperation:

 

“Rip 'em off for all I care, just GET THEM OFF!”

 

Every word drips with lust and frustration, and something inside the thinking part of your brain snaps. With more strength than you thought you had, you grab two different handfuls of the waistband and pull them away from each other and away from Dash. A great tearing sound coupled with a moan of alleviation from Dash, plus two halves of a pair of shorts in your hands, tell you of your success. The halves of the shorts are thrown to the side carelessly, hands returning to the firm, and now sensitive, buttocks of your light blue pegasi, reveling in the hot, still sweaty sensations they offer as Dash sighs happily.

Despite the desire to run your hands across her body forever, a more pressing urge rises up both within and without, poking Dash's underside and threatening to pop out of your shorts on its own accord. Panting heavily, Dash slides forward on your stomach, away from your hands and streaking a sticky path across your shorts and stomach as the movement rolls up the bottom of your shirt. You take the hint, hands quickly pulling your shorts and underwear down to your knees. There's no chance to get them any further. Dash, looking over her shoulder, sees your cock pop free of your clothes and point toward the ceiling, and promptly raises her hips and pushes backwards with her front hooves, lining you up before you can move your hands to assist.

You feel the heat radiating off her marehood for a mere second. Then she drops her hips and slams you all the way in, driving every inch of you she can fit into her in one swift motion that makes both of you cry out in pleasure. She's so hot inside! Not only that, but her insides move and churn, pulsing and pushing in an erratic pattern, pressing in at every inch of your member as strong as a vice. Did she climax again already!?

You suck a breath in through your teeth, trying to focus on something else, anything that isn't how absolutely amazing it feels inside her, and how it feels like she's completely stuffed full of you. But you can't. The only other thing to focus on are the cries of pleasure coming from Rainbow Dash, echoing in the small house as he steadies herself on you, legs still straddling your body, and begins to rapidly rise and fall on your cock. She's merciless with her thrusts, every rise is swift and every fall ends with a loud, wet, thwapping sound as she literally drops herself onto you over and over again. The edges of her marehood bulge out with every drop, the girth of your cock filling her almost completely in a sensation unlike anything you've felt before. Maybe it was exercising beforehand, but something about it this time is so wild and satisfying.

The thoughts are swept to the side as you grab Dash's hips with your hands, helping her up and down, adding more force to each pump into your lithe lover, the plethora of hot moans and grunts of pleasure coming from the two of you setting a sound to such wild, bare lovemaking. You can't think of anything but her, anything but the pleasure wracked face coated in sweat and saliva that bounces on top of you happily.

Maybe it's the pace, maybe it's her noises or her face, maybe it's just everything, but you can't last. Your grip on her hips tightens, just as her grip on your cock does. She's close again and so are you, dick throbbing inside her, bucking wildly despite the tightness of her insides, straining at the heat and friction as she slams into you again and again. She uses her wings to help rise now, adding more to each thrust but slowing it down in the process, making the time between each thrust agonizing, tortuously cold air striking your cock as she lifts, but making the heat inside her the sweeter in the process.

The head of your cock feels ripe to explode, pressure building with each pump, until you grab her by the hips and force her down, pushing your hips up to get that extra penetration, earning a new, intense cry of pleasure from Dash as you reach her inner limits and let loose, climaxing harder than you ever have before.

She's so tight around you that the lips of her threaten to choke the stream of seed flowing into her. There's no spurts or strands, just a stream that pumps hard into her depths like a faucet left running, your balls tightened like they're squeezing themselves dry just to deliver this one immense load. Rainbow Dash is cumming the whole time, multiple orgasms wracking her insides as you fill her beyond her limits, small stomach fit to bulge between the girth of your cock and the load you've delivered into her.

Slowly, you taper off, the stream settling into a dribble that fights against gravity in this position, and Dash collapses on top of you, head on your chest while both of you struggle to even your breathing. The two of you, still joined, lie together on the couch for a while, silence replacing the cacophony of two lovers momentarily.

 

 

“Ugh,” Dash eventually says, breaking the silence, “I feel incredibly full. Like Pinkie just fed me a whole cake or something.” She looks up at you with a twinkle in her eye and a small smile on her face, “I better not have kids because of that.”

 

You're about to say something, when Dash interrupts by pulling her hips up and off, finally separating the two of you with a loud squelch and letting comparatively cold air hit your still wet cock as she scoots forward so her face meets yours again. The kiss she gives you this time is more tame, but still sincere.

 

“So. Same workout next Friday?”