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>“No way he would’ve won if he’d made the final turn!”
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“All I’m saying is you were tied for the lead up until that point.”
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>”I wasn’t even trying! I was conserving my energy for the other races I have this week.”
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>You and your prismatic companion turn some heads as your charged conversation carries down the street on your way back to your apartment.
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>Both Rainbow Dash and yourself were in need of a place to relax and recharge after a day full of competitions, and cheering as far as you were concerned.
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>You run a finger up the pony’s back as she trots next to you.
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>It leaves a trail of raised cyan fur and makes her spine wiggle with delight.
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>”Heh! Quit it!” She giggles and sidesteps.
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“If you weren’t trying then what’s all this, then?”
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>You hold up your finger, glistening with moisture.
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>”Oh come on…you know I sweat a lot. It’s a pegasus thing it happens when I walk to the fridge for crying out loud.”
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>She wasn’t lying.
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>Pegasi had a crazy amount of sweat glands when compared to other ponies. It was designed to keep them cool while flying, but your couch didn’t love it.
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>Luckily for you, it’s not nearly as bad as it sounds.
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>She kinda smelled like pumpkin spice and thunderstorm.
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>But more tart?
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>Regardless, you weren’t about to tease her about something outside of her control.
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>Your friendship was beyond trivial things like that.
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“Fair enough, I suppose you did win in the end anyways.”
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>”Of course I won! When have I ever not won something I said I was going to win?”
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>You sigh, despite not being disappointed in the slightest.
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“Never.”
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>”See? You just gotta have a little faith. Then you’d stop losing bets like this.”
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>She trots on through your front door like she owns the place.
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>Her chipper attitude somehow made it feel like losing to her was a win for you.
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>Somehow you just can’t imagine her not feeling like she’s on top of the world.
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>You prefer her that way.
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>The minor sacrifice of losing a bet was a price you willingly paid.
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>”Is there something on my face?”
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>She bats at her mane and you realize you’d been staring.
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“Oh…no, no you’re fine. I was just thinking.”
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>She stops fidgeting and eyes you warily.
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>She thinks about teasing you, but eventually tucks her ears and turns away with a soft smile.
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>”Alright, where are you hiding them?”
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>She trots into the kitchen, eager to collect on your promise.
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“The oreos are in the cabinet on the left.”
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>She takes flight, her wings ruffling loose kitchen towels as she hovers in the confined area.
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>Retrieving the brand new case of your favorite cookies, she chuckles to herself and navigates over to the living room where you waited with a crooked smile.
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“All yours, a fresh batch imported all the way from Manehatten.”
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>They weren’t exactly Oreos, but they looked and tasted just like them.
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>The real brand name was Cream Crackers but that just sounded lame.
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>Dash seemed to share your sentiment. She’d taken to calling them Oreos as well, along with saying a few other words you wished she hadn’t picked up on.
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>“All right! This is awesome.”
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>She opens the packaging and digs into her winning prize, two cookies at a time.
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>”Wah won?” She asks, spewing crumbs.
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“Sure, since you’re being so kind as to offer me my own cookies.”
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>She furrows her brow, plopping down on the couch next to you.
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>Furious chewing ensues as she affixes you with an expression that said to ‘hold that thought.’
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*gulp
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>”I won them-cough!...fair and square, you shouldn’t have bet on them if you didn’t wanna lose them!”
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“Alright, point taken.”
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>You toss the cookie in your mouth and throw up your hands in your defense.
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>At this, she relaxes.
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>That is, until she fidgets her rump.
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>You look down to see her grinding her legs and she wiggles again.
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>”What? I get itchy sometimes. No need to stare!”
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“I’m not, I just didn’t know what you were doing.”
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>She looks more flustered than irritated.
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>That was weird.
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“So do you wanna finish the—”
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>She does it again.
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>”Stop looking at me!”
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“Stop rubbing your butt on my couch!”
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>”I’m not rubbing my-mmmgh!” She grumbles, unable to finish the lie.
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“You are too!”
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>”Aww kiss my flank, Anon! You try walking around with a bunch of fur and not get itchy!”
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“I don’t care if you’re itchy, just don’t rub your butt on my couch!”
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>You can’t believe you’re having this conversation.
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“And no I don’t think I want to…not unless it gets you to stop.” You finish the jest, hoping she would stop.
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>You don’t doubt that she’s clean where it counts, but you take naps on this couch for pete's sake!
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>”Bet!”
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“Bet what?”
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>”Bet that you kiss my flank and I won’t scratch on your couch anymore!”
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“What? That’s not how bets work?”
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>She narrows her eyes at you and wiggles her rump again.
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“Alright alright alright! I’ll bet, just stop…this couch is brand new.”
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>She rolls her eyes.
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>”If you don’t wanna pay up just admit it and—”
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“--Oh no, I’ll pay up alright!”
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>For the first time since the conversation started, she realized that maybe she wasn’t ready to win this one.
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>”Y-you what?”
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>Her voice stutters, her eyes are wide.
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“I said I’ll pay up. I’ll kiss your flank so you’ll shutup about it!”
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>A cyan hoof rubs her opposite leg and she gulps nervously.
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>”Right. Yeah. That was the deal.”
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“It was the deal.”
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>You knew this was going a bit farther than either of you had intended, but you weren’t about to let her out of the hole she dug herself so easily.
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>You quirk a brow, waiting.
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>”Uh…my flank. Ok, no big deal.”
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>Her words are wasted trying to convince herself.
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>To be honest, you weren’t keen on kissing her butt, however, you weren’t exactly anxious about it.
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>She wasn’t a dude, and she was your best friend.
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>It felt no more foreboding than lifting a cup of hot coco to your lips the first time, not knowing if it was going to be too uncomfortable.
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>Worst case is that it’s unpleasant; that wouldn’t mean you couldn’t still enjoy the cup later.
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>Wait…that analogy wasn’t quite right.
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>You don’t have time to correct yourself, however.
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>A cyan rump posits in front of you, awaiting its kiss.
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>You glance at her.
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>She watches you intently, nostrils flared, “G-go ahead.”
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>Setting your sights on the flurry blue globe closest to you, you start to lean in.
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>The scent gets stronger, a zesty, sweaty, but familiar Dashy smell.
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>Nothing you didn’t expect.
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>Heat radiates off her posterior enough that you feel it still inches from her surface.
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>Your lips make contact and she stumbles, bumping into your nose before pulling away and forcing your lips to chase her.
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> They make landfall a second time and sink into her fur.
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>You taste a bit of saltiness, but that’s all you have to distract you from the pegasus’ hitched breathing.
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>That is, until a prismatic tail brushes past your cheek on its journey skyward.
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>You pull back and immediately catch sight of the skin-tone nakedness of her privates.
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“What the heck, did you really flag from a butt kiss?”
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>She blushes profusely.
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>”N-no I didn’t!”
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“Then what’s that?”
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>You nod accusingly at the still exposed butt crack.
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>She blushes even more and spins around, flicking her tail but failing to lower it.
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>”That’s just…I was lifting it on purpose so you could actually kiss my flank!”
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“I did kiss your flank, what are you talking about?”
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>The mare wanted to make a run for the border, but instead, she stays to fight for her dignity.
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>”You call that a flank kiss! A mare’s flank is under her tail doofus, or did you miss that in anatomy class?”
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“Dash your flank is like the butt part itself, like, the cheek. The gluteus maximus.”
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>”If that’s true then why is my flank still itchy after you kissed it?”
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“Because…uhh, just turn around…”
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>You sigh.
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>Surprisingly, she silently complies.
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>Mostly just for the opportunity to face away and hide her blush.
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>You'd just gone from taking a risky sip of hot coco, to taking a sip from a mug that was already too hot to hold onto.
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>But that wasn’t about to slow you down.
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>As long as you don’t really think about what you’re doing, it’s not that bad.
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>It’s like a spicy dare.
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>Just do it.
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>Grabbing her prismatic tail to hold it out of the way, you lean in, ignoring the fact that you’d never really seen her privates in detail like this before.
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>Your lips make contact against her hot anal ring and it immediately puckers under your kiss.
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>Dash stifles a mewl.
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>Not wanting to have to repeat this later, you make sure she feels your presence.
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>Your nose tucks into her musky dock crevice as your lips smooch her butthole through three bouts of pucker and release.
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>Thankfully, you taste nothing but her familiar sweat.
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>Weird that her sweat is a familiar taste, but that’s beside the point.
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*muah!
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>You pull away, releasing her tail and leaving her pink eye spasming under the sudden sensation of your moisture cooling off its surface.
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“There, now quit complaining.”
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>You wipe your mouth without really thinking about it.
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>Her tail stays hiked.
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>It’s then that you realize you’re just as flustered as the cyan face peering back at you with rosy cheeks and tucked ears.
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>”O-okay…”
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>She clenches and you can’t help but soak up an eyeful of her youthful-looking mareparts.
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>You gulp.
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“You can lower your tail now.”
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>Her tail flickers and she breaks her downward dog pose.
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>”Yeah. I knew that!”
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>She spins around in a tiny circle. Her wings awkwardly jut out at half-mast.
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>You knew full well what the signs meant, but you weren’t about to tease her about it.
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>That’s how you got into this mess to begin with.
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>Not to mention she’d always cut you slack with the occasional awkward boner during wrestling matches and whatnot.
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>As competitive as your friendship is, neither of you had any intentions of hurting one another.
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>A slug in the shoulder built camaraderie, but a strike on your ego just hurt.
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>As an egomaniac herself, Dash knew that pain all too well, and did her best to nurture your self-esteem when the occasion presented itself.
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>You were all too eager to reciprocate, of course.
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“Look out! Playpony of the year coming through over here!”
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>You compliment her unintentionally flared wing lines while making light of the suddenly heavy situation.
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>A shy smile breaks her face.
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>”Heh…y-yeah.”
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>A pegasus’ wings were their secondary sex characteristics, and hers were gorgeous. A fact you’d admitted noticing even as a member of a different species.
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>She wasn’t shy about her looks, she knew full well she was a head-turner, and she knew that you knew that.
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>But dealing with the signs of her own arousal in your living room was another story entirely.
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>There weren’t many excuses as to what or who caused it, and that took a toll on her confidence.
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>She sits there for a moment, her muzzle flushed, occasionally fidgeting with her slowly deflating wings.
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“Well, scratch that one off the bucket list!”
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>That earns a snicker from her.
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>”You got a weird bucket list.”
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“Nah, it wasn’t so bad.”
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>That grabs her attention.
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>”Whaddaya mean?”
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>You look at her.
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>She immediately back-tracks.
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>”I-I mean like, I thought it was, you know…I didn’t think you were actually going to.” She explains while pawing at her foreleg with her opposite hoof.
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“What can I say? You said I’ve got to stop losing bets so what better time to start than now?”
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>Her eyes fall from yours and she turns her attention towards her hooves, shuffling uncomfortably.
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>”Oh…y-yeah, heh.”
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>Her tone strikes a chord in your heart and you rush to fix it.
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“Hey, Dash.” You reach out and grab her foreleg.
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>Her ardent, magenta eyes captivate you.
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>Part of you was screaming to stop and not go any further down this rabbit trail.
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>But another part, the part you liked the sound of, was telling you to do whatever it took to lift your precious pegasus’ spirits.
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“It wasn’t the bet thing…I was just joking.”
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>Her breathing deepens and her eyes study your face for any sign of deceit.
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>There was none to be found.
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“I did it because, well…you sorta asked me to, and I…like…that we feel comfortable asking that stuff of each other. We’re really close, as friends, and I guess I just enjoy the little things that make us realize how close we are.”
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>Your thumb rubs her furry foreleg. A few of your fingers curled around her hoof to contact her overly sensitive frog.
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>That simple touch with her notoriously off-limit hooves was probably a bigger feat than your brief introduction to butt stuff.
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>Breath is shared and eyes are studied as your message resonates with her.
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>You shouldn’t be surprised.
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>You always felt like you two were cut from the same cloth, it’s no mistake that the truth hits home with her.
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>”Heh, geez dude. Don’t get too sappy on me, it’s only two PM.” She nudges your shoulder, prompting a smirk.
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>”But…yeah. I get that too. I k-kinda thought it was cool. I don’t really know anypony else I can joke around with like that.”
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>By now her wings had fully deflated and you give her ears a ruffle.
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“That’s why we’re besties!”
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>She beams back at you.
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>The next few minutes are spent idly joking and slowly stomaching the weight of what happened.
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>It doesn’t take long before you’re both back in high spirits, ready to finish another chapter of Daring Do.
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>The pegasus lounges next to you, her impending shower long forgotten as she watches you flip through pages to where you last left off.
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>”Hey, uh, weird question but…did it taste funny?”
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>You peek over at her, only the hint of a blush sat on her cheeks thanks to the earlier catharsis gleaned from discussing the act.
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“No. No not really, it was just a bit sweaty is all. So, kinda salty.”
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>”Salty…salty’s not bad.” She ponders before working up the courage for a follow-on.
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>”Um, what about the…I try to wash pretty good so was it…s-smelly?”
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>You snicker.
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“No, Dash. It smelled just fine, just like the rest of you.”
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>She lets out a sigh of relief, making your humorous smile grow.
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>”Heh! It kinda felt funny, but in a good way.”
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>You glance at her again.
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>”N-not like that! I mean…” She ruffles her wings, knowing she couldn’t get away with the lie, “...ok, kinda like that. But not like, in a mushy way or anything.”
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“Mhmm.”
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>”It’s true!”
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“Oh I believe you.”
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>You find your spot on the page.
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>”You’re not gonna tell anypony about that, are you?”
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“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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>She sighs again.
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>You can feel her eyes bore into the side of your head as an awkward silence builds.
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>”Hey, uh…Anon?”
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>You set the book down and turn towards her fully.
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“Hey, Rainbow Dash.”
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>She gulps and averts her gaze.
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>”Um…”
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“Are your flanks still a bit itchy?”
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>You spoon feed her an excuse and she turns beet red.
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>”A bi-it.”
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>Her voice always cracked when she was excited or nervous…or both.
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>A smirk teases your lips, betraying your bubbling excitement.
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“Would you like me to itch it for you? I don’t mind.”
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>The battle between her inner demons manifests as fidgeting.
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>Her eyes shyly meet yours from under her prismatic bangs.
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>She nods.
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>Then jolts as you close the book.
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>Setting it on the table, you turn towards her and pat your lap.
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“Alright, swing your rear over here, we’ll get you taken care of.”
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>With a deep breath and a glance at the closed curtains she does as requested, at first standing a bit far away and only backing up farther upon your beckoning.
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>You pick up a pillow from the corner and place it on your lap, then nudge her to lay down.
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>She’s obviously excited as she settles with her rear elevated just under your nose.
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>Her tail swishes and she steals glances out of the corner of her eye.
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>Dash’s breathing grows noticeably heavier as you adjust your seat to get comfortable.
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>You lift her tail without warning and pry her cheek apart with your free hand.
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>Eager to offer your favor, you dig into the musky crevice without a second thought.
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>”Eeeep!”
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>She goes stiff when your enthusiasm greets her.
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>Her rump starts to squirm; she was not accustomed to handling the potent sensation.
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>You start with a simple kiss—mashing your lips against her taunt sphincter and nibbling.
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>Every fine wrinkle and crevice, every fine wisp of hair surrounding her clenching anus is revealed under the touch of your sensitive lips.
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>Your nose tickles the corner of her dock making her wings ruffle and her hindhooves point.
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>Reaching over the small of her back, you place a steadying hand on her cutie mark and move the other to her adjacent cheek.
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>The new orientation lets you spread her nice and wide as your lips twist around her shy pucker.
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>It wasn’t like she needed your help holding her tail out of the way anymore.
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>You finish the greeting by wrapping your whole mouth around the circumference of her anus and pulling away with a cartoonish:
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*pop!
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“Let me know when I hit the spot.”
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>She lets out a breath you didn’t realize she had been holding.
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>It takes her a moment to formulate a response, and another to build the courage needed to meet your eye and deliver it.
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>It proves to be too long; she turns around just in time to see you diving back in.
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>”Ngh!”
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>Her plothole, which had relaxed a bit during the respite, clenches once more on your way in.
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>Her spine goes rigid as you dig into her Wonderbolt ass once more.
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>You should be counting your luck, getting to eat out a specimen like her…and she’s your best friend too.
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>That’s double lucky.
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>You’re not counting anything, however.
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>Not even the seconds.
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>You’re entirely lost in the connection you have with the mare under her tail.
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>Pulling off the stubborn hole, you give it a bold lick in an attempt to get it to loosen up.
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>”H-hey!”
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>She sounded like she was protesting out of obligation not to abandon her resolve all at once, rather than any actual disdain for your actions.
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>To prove your hunch, her donut relaxes.
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>Immediately, you smother it with a kiss.
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>This time, it only clenches for a moment before softening up and melding with your mouth.
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>You lick her again square in the center of her divot, as a reward.
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>She certainly receives it as such.
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>Her wings suddenly jerk and you hear her clit wink from somewhere under your chin.
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>Amidst your kiss, you French her again.
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>She puckers up when she feels you worm your way past her outer defenses.
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>Patiently, you circle her perimeter, rimming her while patting her cutie mark.
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>Another wink.
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>She relaxes. Her breathing adopts some semblance of normalcy.
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>Leading with your tongue, you make a deliberate effort to push inside.
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>Almost immediately, you succeed.
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>The metallic flavor of sheltered inner flesh greets you, but only for a moment.
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>She grunts and lets out a flurry of winks—expelling you with a squeeze.
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>You surface with a dopy grin.
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“That hit the spot?”
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>She turns her head slightly, her eyes were half lidded and she was starting to drool.
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>”M-more.”
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>You’d be happy to.
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>You pull her rump until it’s more square with your face, then pry her cheeks open.
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>Her glistening plothole stares up at you, as well as her attractive pussy.
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>Hot breath warms her nethers as you home in, and she doesn’t even flinch when your tongue misses the target by a few inches.
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>Starting in the middle of her milky cleft, you lick up her salty outer vulva, draw your tongue across her anus, and bottom out in the odiferous dock.
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>”Oooo…”
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>Yeah, that hit the spot.
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>You repeat a few times, before putting your thumbs on her rim and spreading her back door.
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>Your tongue plunges inside, curling up the backside of her ring of muscle.
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>”Uuuh!”
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>Her winking reaches a crescendo and her wings flutter in apparent orgasm.
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>Hands affectionately circle her cutie marks as you relentlessly bombard her rectal nerves and push the barrier of intimacy further and further to the right.
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>Eventually, her contractions subside and you look up to see her in a trance-like state.
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>Her eyes are closed and she’s clutching her hooves to her chest.
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“Heheh! That was cute…”
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>You get away with the comment only because she’s barely lucid enough to respond.
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>Licking your lips, you look down at the treat under her tail.
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>You spread her clammy buttocks once more and set to task.
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>You weren’t sure how much time had passed on the couch, eating your pegasus partner’s ass.
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>But the first time you move is to switch on a lamp because it had gotten too dark to see.
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>Not that you couldn’t navigate by touch alone.
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>Every nook and cranny and moist corner she was hiding had been discovered by your tongue.
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>And revisited a hundred times.
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>Your lips are chapped and the scent of Rainbow Dash mare musk had stained your face.
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>As it turns out, after a few anal orgasms, she really didn’t care if you gave her a vaginal one or not.
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>It all had the same result anyways…a trembling, mewling mess that didn’t want the good touching to end.
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>To be fair, you gave her what she’d been looking for and them some.
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>Her ponut hadn’t clenched once, not even so much as twitched in the last hour at least.
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>She’d become completely paralyzed from the wings down.
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>The occasional moan or flustered compliment had let you know she was still lucid, but those too had been absent for some time.
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>With the light on, you can see your Dashie spread out on the cushions, her pretty little rump elevated and her tail arcing over her back.
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>The fur around her anus was darkened with spit and moisture.
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>Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, her eyes screwed shut and a happy smile pinned to her muzzle.
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>The very picture of a satisfied, content mare.
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>With one final pucker and smooch, you kiss your partner goodnight and swipe her tail back in place.
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>Taking up the room next to her, you pull her torso into your chest and tuck her head into your neck.
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>She immediately latches on and nuzzles into you.
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“Aww…goodnight you awesome little mare.”
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>And with that, you drift off to sleep with a new experience shelved away in your library of awesome memories.
by Mobius
by Mobius
by Mobius
by Mobius
by Mobius