Unnamed Dash Anon Clop (nsfw) by Church


                                            >You stamp your feet down hard as you climb the front steps to your home, knocking off as much snow from your shoes as you could.

                                            >As soon as you reach it, you practically barrel through the front door, eager to get out of the cold and snow.

                                            >As you fling the front door open, you're immediately hit by a huge wave of very much welcomed heat.

                                            >Finding the source of the heat, there's a roaring fire already going in the fireplace, and two rather large cups of steaming cocoa sitting on the coffee table.

                                            >A familiar blue pony is sprawled out on the floor, basking in the heat of the fire.

                                            >As soon as you walk in, her head perks up, ears stiff at full attention.

                                            >"Hey Anon! That took forever, did you get lost or something?"

                                            >You set you bags down, and start to take off your copious amounts of winter gear.

                                            "Ouch, now you're just being nasty."

                                            "Didja remember my stuff?"

                                            "Course I did Dash, I'm not quite that forgetful."

                                            >After hunting for it in all your bags, you present the long awaited cereal box to her.

                                            >She sits up on her haunches and pumps her hoof in the air.

                                            >"Alright!"

                                            >You motion to the table and fire.

                                            "Whats all this for, Dash?"

                                            >"Oh, yeah. I got done with my shower pretty quick, and I figured you might be cold or something when you got back."

                                            "Aww, how sweet of you."

                                            >"W-wait, I didn't mean it like that!"

                                            "Suurree."

                                            >On your way to the kitchen, you stop to give her a quick kiss on the snout, which only serves to deepen her blush.

                                            >You had just set down your bags on the floor when you heard yelling from the front room.

                                            >"Hurry up in there Anon, this cocoa isn't getting any warmer!"

                                            "Man, that mare is as impatient as they come."

                                            >Deciding that putting away all of your groceries could be put off till later, you make your way back into the living room.

                                            >When you get to the room, Rainbow Dash is still sprawled out on the floor before the fireplace, but now she somehow managed acquired a thick wool blanket, and is completely hidden underneath it.


                                            >When she hears your foot steps approaching, her head pokes out briefly from underneath the cover.

                                            >"You coming or what? My exclusive "under the blanket" club has a waiting line out the door, so this spot wont be open long."

                                            >She lifts up a side of the cover, patting the empty spot next to her with a hoof.

                                            >Chuckling out loud, you lower yourself to the floor, crawling underneath the open spread.

                                            >Dash is laying on her side, her back facing the fire, looking towards you.

                                            >Rather than speaking, you settle on simply staring, deep into those beautiful magenta eyes.

                                            >The dim light of the fire perfectly illuminates her face, causing you to stare in awe.

                                            >Meeting your gaze, she smiles at you lovingly, nearly causing your heart to stop.

                                            >You reach out your hand, grasping her outstretched hoof laying in between your bodies.

                                            >Just over a day or two, you've already learned to cherish moments like these to the fullest.

                                            >It wasn't often you could get past the wall Dash had set up for herself, but it was pure bliss when you did.

                                            >Deciding to break the silence, you open your mouth to speak.

                                            >Before you could even get a single word out however, you're surprisingly cut off by Dash, who has you locked in a deep kiss.

                                            >This surprises you, so much so that you forget to kiss her back.

                                            >Noting your wide open eyes, Rainbow pulls her head back, her face a deep crimson color.

                                            >"Oh, sorry. Di-"

                                            >You didn't know a whole lot about romance, but you knew that this wasn't the time for words.

                                            >Wrapping your hands around her head and lower back, you pull her into another kiss, just as deep as the first.

                                            >Her lips feel velvety smooth, and her mouth feels so warm and moist up against yours.

                                            >You just sit like this, with very little movement.

                                            >Dash pulls her head slightly back for a moment, a thin trail of saliva linking your mouths.

                                            >You stare into each others eyes for a moment, just taking in the sight.


                                            >Not one for inaction, Dash takes this moment to practical leap on top of you, pinning you down to the floor.

                                            >Taking the initiative, she almost attacks your face, beginning a new volley of kisses.

                                            >As your lips lock, you can already feel her tongue prodding at your lips, seeking entrance.

                                            >You part your lips, allowing your own tongue passage to meet hers.

                                            >The large width and size of hers easily overpowers your small tongue, shoving its way past into your mouth.

                                            >As she get more into it, both of her hooves slam down on either side of your head, pinning you down even further.

                                            >Trying to gain on her a bit, you start working on her lean, muscular back with your hands.

                                            >You start up at the very top, kneading right along the shoulder blades, going deep underneath then.

                                            >You can hear a simple moan escape from her mouth, muffled by your own.

                                            >Moving on, you redouble your efforts, turning your attention to her wings.

                                            >By no means were you an expert on pegusi anatomy, but you had picked up a few things from those books Twilight had given you.

                                            >For instance, you knew that the wings of a pegusi were a very sensitive area, and pegusi couples would often rub their wings together, in a display of affection.

                                            >Your knowledge was reaffirmed by the slight gasp from Dash, as you took hold of the base on one of her wings.

                                            >You ran your hand along the entire length of the wing, feeling all around every bone and tendon.

                                            >At the top, you start down the other side, moving your fingers in and out of the feathers, leaving no spot untouched.

                                            >Dash appearers to be enjoying the wing treatment, because her flank is now held high in a mating position, gently swaying back and forth.

                                            >When you reach the base of the wing, you decide to press on further, leaving the wing for now.

                                            >Dash separates her face from yours, likely to protest the lack of attention to her wings.


                                            >You don't really want to give her the chance, so you move along to the next stop.

                                            >You run your palm over the top of her cutie mark, massaging into the cloud just slightly.

                                            >Her backside raises even higher, and her tail flicks upwards rapidly.

                                            >"H-hurry up Anon, I'm dying back here!"

                                            >Not wanting to keep her waiting, you reluctantly skip over the rainbow mark, moving straight to the gold waiting at the end of the rainbow.

                                            >Coming back to her senses, Dash starts her aggressive Frenching you again, wrapping your mouth in her smooth, warm embrace.

                                            >Taking a bit of a gamble, you grab around the base of her tail, and pull it upwards mildly, not wanting to be too rough.

                                            >"H-hey! What are you doing?"

                                            >Just in time, a rather large string of her sex fluid drips down onto your lower chest, betraying her reaction.

                                            >Chuckling at her reaction, you drop your hands down, running over her tight ponut, which clenches in response.

                                            >Finding your intended target, you trace your fingers around her outer lips, teasing her a bit more.

                                            >You run a single finger over her lips, gathering as much of the thin coating of mare juices as you can.

                                            >Just from this slight contact, her clit pops out, rapidly winking in anticipation.

                                            >Dash breaks off the kiss, needing a bit more air.

                                            >She leans foreword to your ear, her hot breath landing softly on it.

                                            >"H-hurry up back there Anon, you're soo slow!"

                                            >Relieving her of this agony, you plunge just the very tip of your finger inside of her, feeling around the inside of her engorged lips.

                                            >The finger slips inside her well lubricated mare hood easily, while your pinkie finger rubs around her rapidly moving clitoris.

                                            >"Ahhh, right there Anon."

                                            >Feeling around inside her, you finally find the long awaited g-spot, a mere few inches from the entrance.

                                            >Plunging a second finger inside of her, you work on this spot, rubbing your fingers over the top of it.


                                            >Dash completely breaks off her aggressive kiss, caught off guard by the second member.

                                            >Her whole body is racked with pleasure, her head planted down on your collarbone.

                                            >Eager to be rutted, she rocks her hips into your hand, rapidly trying to get off.

                                            >Her eyes are shut tight, and she's biting down on her bottom lip pretty hard.

                                            >Deciding that your pinkie finger just wasn't enough, you use your other hand to work on her clit, rubbing your fingers into it, pushing down on it occasionally.

                                            >"Ahhhhh Anon!"

                                            >Her breath is shallow, and she can barely make out the words.

                                            >"I-I'm almost there, don't stop!"

                                            >Your hand is completely soaked in her juices, and a small puddle is forming underneath her.

                                            >Trying to bring her over the edge, you work even harder on her clit, pinching it between your fingers.

                                            >This must have been enough to send her over the edge, because her warm mare hood clenches tightly around your fingers, locking them in place.

                                            >"AHHH-"

                                            >She stops her orgasmic moans in mid sentence, opting to instead lean foreword and bite onto your neck.

                                            >Her entire body trembles violently as the pleasure racks her mind.

                                            >After a few seconds, her walls release their grip on you, freeing your fingers.

                                            >Her entire body collapses on you, almost unable to move.

                                            >"That,..... that was awesome."


                                            >You wiggle your now slick fingers in front of her face.

                                            "Yeah, these things are pretty awesome, huh?"

                                            >Without using words, she grabs on to your hand with both hooves.

                                            >Aiming for your outstretched finger, she places it down on the tip of her tongue, enveloping the end of it.

                                            >Pulling your hand forward, she drags her tongue along the length of your finger, lapping up all of her juices.

                                            >As she reaches the base of your digit, she closes her mouth around it, causing it to disappear in that smooth, wet, and warm vacuum.

                                            >She looks at you seductively, maintaining eye contact as she drags her tongue up the entire length of your hand.

                                            >When she reaches the top, she releases your finger from her mouth with a loud pop.

                                            >"There, all clean now."

                                            >You try to speak, but the lack of blood to your brain was making that difficult.

                                            >Noting your lack of words, Rainbow leans forward, locking you in another deep kiss.

                                            >Different from the earlier ones, this one felt much less lustful, and had a deeper, loving feel to it, with a distinct lack of invasive tongues.

                                            >She breaks away from you, a small strand of saliva joining your lips.

                                            >"Alright, your turn."

                                            "Huh?"

                                            >She reaches back, and throws the blanket concealing your lower half off to the side.

                                            >Still completely caught up in the moment, unable to find the right words, you resign to watching her at work.

                                            >She lifts your shirt upwards from its seam, dragging her hoof across your midsection.

                                            >As soon as the shirt reaches the limit of its length at your collarbone, she starts on your abdomen.

                                            >She plants her lips along the top, gently pulling on the skin with her lips.

                                            >With each suction landing on you chest, you can feel her tongue writhing along your skin inside each suction.

                                            >Moving lower with each kiss, you could trace the trail of little wet circles all the way down to her lips wrapped around the skin on your stomach, slow and delectate at work.


                                            >After several agonizing yet extremely pleasurable moments, Dash has finally reached the home stretch.

                                            >She's dragging her tongue from side to side, right above the beginning of your pubic area.

                                            >You can hardly take anymore of this, you feel almost as if you could blow your load any second.

                                            "C... Come on Dash, get to the good stuff already."

                                            >"No way, I'm just starting to have some fun!"

                                            >As soon as she says this, a new surge of blood to your already hard member causes it to poke her in her underbelly, hovering right above your rod.

                                            >"Alright, alright, we'll get to the good stuff. Guess my foreplay skills are too awesome for you to handle, huh?"

                                            >She places her hoof right underneath the waistband of your pants, hooking them in the curve.

                                            >She pulls them down in one quick motion, revealing your boxers to the outside world.

                                            >Feeling so close to sweet freedom at last, your rock hard member is flooded with blood again, causing it to raise even higher.

                                            >"W-whoa, is that..?"

                                            >She points towards the outline of your rock hard member, concealed under the oppressive cloth.

                                            >A small bead of drool escapes her lips, before quickly being wiped away by a hoof.

                                            "Well, why don't you go ahead and find out? Its just dying to meet you."

                                            >Tearing her gaze from your stiff manhood, she gives you a mildly annoyed expression.

                                            >"It is Ok to take something's slow every once in a while, you know."

                                            "Oh, that's rich, coming from you."

                                            >Her face turns slightly more pissed looking, and you could already tell this was a bad road to be headed down.

                                            >"I could hoof you in the balls right now, just so you know."

                                            "You could, but I'll have you know, I prefer my blowjobs with at least a "3:1 orgasm to punched in the jewels by an angry mare" rate."

                                            >This seems to set this situation back on track, because she's back to giggling and smiling at you.

                                            >Not exactly the reaction you want when your special somepony sees your manhood for the first time, but you'll take it over her being pissed at you.


                                            >"Anon, do you even hear the stuff that come outta your mouth?"

                                            "No Dash, I do not, I find it messes with my rhythm."

                                            >In an effort to shut you up before she loses the mood, Dash turns her attention back to your aching member, desperately throbbing under its confining layer.

                                            >Pushing hard against your underwear, she rests one of her hooves directly underneath your scrotum.

                                            >The other, she rubs softly down the length of your member from the very tip, evenly feeling each feature of its texture.

                                            >The feeling is like heaven to your deprived member, and it feels even better coming from Dash.

                                            >Just when you get slightly used to the motion, Dash counters the movement by employing the use of her tongue.

                                            >She wraps her long, wide tongue around the top of the cloth outline, enveloping that entire side.

                                            >It takes every bit of grit you have in you not to blow your load right then and there.

                                            >Even through your boxers, you can still feel the heat radiating from her mouth, and her saliva dripping through, further wetting down your member.

                                            >A large shudder travels its way up your spine, and you can feel your pre leaking out like a faucet now.

                                            >You can barely make out any words, the feeling is so overpowering.

                                            "D-damn Dash, how'd you get so good at this?"

                                            >"What, you think humans are the only ones with porn?"

                                            >Lifting her head from your stiff member, she hooks on to your waistband, in a similar fashion to your pants.

                                            >"Lemme show you just how good I really am."

                                            >*KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK*

                                            >Your brain instantly snaps back to reality, honing on on the source of the sound.

                                            >Both of your heads turn to meet the noise, frozen in a very provocative place.

                                            *KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK*

                                            >A muffled voice came from the other side, familiar in nature.

                                            >"Anon? You there? Just checking up on you, haven't seen you in a few days!"

                                            >"Oh buck, that's Twilight! What's that egghead doing here?"


                                            >Rainbow vaults off of your legs at a record speed, rushing to action.

                                            >"Quick, help me get rid of this stuff! Twi can't know I was here!"

                                            >After slowly getting on your feet,you halt the speeding Dash by gently grabbing hold of her forehoof, spinning her out of her frenzy.

                                            'Dash, its alright. Its OK for you to have a coltfriend, and you know Twilight is a good friend, she'd never make fun of you for it. In fact, she'd probably be happy for you."

                                            >Dash sighs, and gives you a conflicted look.

                                            >"I know that Anon, its just,....... I just don't feel comfortable with telling her that yet, that's all. I'm sorry dude, I'm not embarrassed of you or anything, I just, feel weird about it."

                                            "Well, that's alright, I guess. You will have to tell them sometime though, you know that? Can exactly hide something like this for long, especially from your best friends."

                                            >Dash gives you a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying off, taking any evidence of your morning together with her.

                                            >"Oh, Anon! Don't let her into the back, alright?"

                                            "No problem, Dash!"

                                            >As soon as she's out of sight, you race over to the door, eager to let your friend out of the cold.

                                            >The purple pony steps in, careful not to shake any of the snow from her wings onto your floor.

                                            >"There you are Anon, I was beginning to wonder if you'd succumbed to hypothermia, or maybe bronchitis!"

                                            "Hypo- what?"

                                            >"Oh, nothing silly! Although, speaking of which, we should probably run some tests on the endurance of the human cardiovascular system, just to be sure!"

                                            "Uuuhhh, sure, sounds like fun. Here, come sit down, the fire's going."

                                            >Twilight almost leaps onto your couch, quick to get out of the hostile temperature outside.

                                            >You walk over to the spot ajacent, taking a seat.

                                            "So, what brings you all the way out here Twilight? Not exactly your neck of the woods."

                                            >"Uhh, yeah. Hey Anon, have you had any other visitors?"

                                            "No, not all the way out here, especially in this weather. Why?"


                                            >Twilight turns and looks at you with a puzzled expression.

                                            >"Then why are there two cups of cocoa on the table?"


                                            >Aw shit.

                                            >What the hell do you say now?

                                            >Twilight continues to stare at you with inquisitive, but not quite condemning eyes.

                                            >Squirming under her gaze, your mind runs at a mile a second, trying to spit something out.

                                            >You finally settle on something that doesn't sound COMPLETELY spaghetti.

                                            "I... I just wanted lots of cocoa, t-thats all."

                                            >Twilight raises an eyebrow at you, so you quickly reiterate your ridiculous cover up.

                                            "Yeah, I just got back from the store, so I was freezing cold. I didn't have a big mug, so I just got two little ones, thats all."

                                            >Twilight seems to be analyzing your words, looking for any cause to question them.

                                            >"Then why are they both half empty? Why would you only drink half of one, then move on to the other?"

                                            >Dammit, this mare is to perceptive for her own good.

                                            "I-I, I guess I'm just weird like that, ha ha."

                                            >Twilight seems to mull this over for a moment, judging you silently.

                                            >She breaks into a smile, and nudges you on the shoulder.

                                            >"Oh Anon, you always were a silly one!"

                                            >Holt shit it worked, you can believe it.

                                            >You have to stop yourself from audibly sighing, and settle on leaning back in your seat.

                                            >The problem however, wasn't you sighing.

                                            >It was the rather large sigh of relief that came from the back rooms, that was the main problem.

                                            >Seeing her suspicions confirmed, Twilights horn lights up, presumably to deal with what ever manner of creature is hiding in your home.

                                            >"Anon, what was that?"

                                            >Twilight goes to get up, but you take action first by standing in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

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                                            "That was just me Twi, I was just..... really comfortable, thats all!"

                                            >Twilight looks at you with squinted, piercing eyes, which make you squirm internally, but seems to half heartedly believe you after a moment.

                                            >Or at least you thought.

                                            >As soon as you move to take your seat, you can already hear a rustling sound from Twilights spot.


                                            >You whip your body back around, but Twilight is already up on her hooves, her head poking through the doorway to the kitchen.

                                            >"Hello? Is anyone back here?"

                                            >Oh, shit.

                                            >Before you even have a chance to stop her, Twilight is pressing forward through your house to find the source.

                                            >You burst into action, leaping from the seat and following her into the back, prepared for the worst.

                                            >However, to your dismay, when you and Twilight enter the back the back of the house, it's completely empty.

                                            >Rainbow Dash is no where to be found, neither is any of the evidence she took with her.

                                            >Twilight looks around for a second, positive she heard something back here.

                                            >After wrapping up her search, satisfied with the results, she turns back to you, a crimson blush prominent on her face.

                                            >"I'm really sorry Anon, I didn't mean to go barging around your house."

                                            >"I was sure I heard something back here though!"

                                            >She looks down from your eyes to the floor, and rubs the back of her head with a hoof.

                                            >"Guess I got a bit carried away this time."

                                            "It's no problem Twi, I appreciate the concern. I think I could have handled what ever it was though."

                                            >"I guess I just got a bit worried, thats all. There are some weird animals out here Anon, not all of them are friendly."

                                            >You walk Twilight back to your living room, greatly relived that she didn't find anything.

                                            "Well, Ive always said that having me cooped up here outside of town is a waste, especially of such a stone cold, ruggedly handsome human, like me."

                                            >Twilight giggles at you, before taking her spot back on the couch.

                                            >"So Anon, there was another reason I came up here to see you."

                                            "What, you didn't just want to be around me? I tend to have that affect on ponies."

                                            >Clearly no longer amused by your wise cracks, Twilight presses on.


                                            >"Spike woke up with a cold this morning, so him and I went over to Fluttershy's house, trying to get him some medicine."

                                            >The mention of Fluttershy captures your attention.

                                            >Fluttershy has some crucial information, so you're pretty sure you know what this is about.

                                            >"I hate to gossip Anon, but I figured you should know. Fluttershy told me, that Pinkie Pie told her, that you and Rainbow Dash were,......."

                                            >"On a date this morning."

                                            >Shitshitshit.

                                            "W-what? Thats just not true at all!"

                                            >Fucking hell Anon, that was smooth.

                                            >Afraid she offended you, Twilight rushes to explain her news.

                                            >"I know, thats what I told Fluttershy! Psshhh, knowing Rainbow Dash, that would never happen."

                                            >This grabbed your attention once again, causing you to press further.

                                            "What do you mean by that? Is Dash not the relationship type?"

                                            >Twilight raise her eyebrow at you once again, and sits up in her seat.

                                            >"Well duh, never has been. I don't blame her, seeing as what happened."

                                            >You're expression only becomes more exasperated, not wanting to be left in the dark.

                                            >Catching the hint, Twilight starts on explaining.

                                            >"Oh, I'm sorry, I though she would have told you, seeing has you guys such good friends and all."

                                            "Its news to me. What happened?"

                                            >"A while back, before she moved to Ponyville, Rainbow Dash had a coltfriend. I guess things were going well, and she just fell head over hooves for him."

                                            >"After a while though, Dash caught him cheating on her with another mare. Needless to say, that was the end of that."

                                            >"She was so broken up about it, that she left Cloudsdale and came to Ponyville, and hasn't had so much as an interest in a stallion since."

                                            >Although surprising, this all makes since.

                                            >Rainbow had never shown any interest in any stallions, which had always seemed a bit odd to you.

                                            >None of the other girls really did either though, so you had never mentioned it to her.

                                            >"I told Fluttershy that couldn't be true, but I just wanted to make sure."


                                            "No, I understand. Rainbow Dash and I are good friends, but I don't think she likes me quite that much."

                                            >As much as it pained you to lie to such a good friend, you couldn't bring yourself to show her the shiny rocks quite yet.

                                            >The clock on the wall behind you chimed ceremoniously just then, bailing you out and signaling Twilight.

                                            >"Is it six o' clock already?!"

                                            >She turns back to you, standing from her seat.

                                            >"I'm sorry to cut this short Anon, but I really have to leave. Spike is at home alone, and I really should be taking care of him."

                                            >Standing up in suit, you help her with her coat and winter gear.

                                            "Well, thanks for stopping by Twilight, always fun to have you around. Want me to walk you home? Like you said, lots of creepy crawlies up here."

                                            >"No thanks Anon, I'm pretty sure I can handle myself."

                                            >Her wing dimly glows for a second, and her wings ruffle.

                                            "Oh right, the princess thing. I forgot."

                                            >Twilight giggles through a muffling hoof, before bidding you goodbye.

                                            >Almost as soon as she closes the door, the back one flies almost off its hinges, giving way to a rainbow pony, tumbling in at Mach 5.

                                            >Dash shakes the snow of of her coat, littering your kitchen with the frozen waste.

                                            >"Wow, that was a close one!"