Soaring beyond the stratosphere (NSFW)


                                            https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/39765444/#39788513


                                            “Hey, Tank! Let’s see if you can outrace me around the room,” Rainbow Dash challenged her pet turtle, all excitement and confident swagger. The loyal pegasus had no idea her life was about to take an unexpected turn.


                                            You silently crept up behind her, your heart as much aflutter as your hands were determined. You couldn’t resist it anymore. You had to have your marefriend right now, in this very moment.


                                            As Rainbow Dash was about to take off, you quickly grabbed her hind legs, lifting them and repositioning her. Before she could even register what was happening, you hastily slid inside her wet, inviting marehood.


                                            “What the buck?!” she cried out, literally caught with her ass in the air. It all happened so fast that it almost felt like a daring aerial maneuver, just on…uh… terra firma.


                                            Tank paused, watching the scene before him with a mix of curiosity and indifference before retreating to the safety of his shell.


                                            You leaned forward, continuing to thrust yourself deeper and deeper within Rainbow Dash’s slick folds, every pointed push eliciting a gasp and a moan from her as you filled her completely. She was an accomplished pegasus, no doubt about it, but you knew you could make her feel just as alive on the ground as she felt in the skies.


                                            Rainbow Dash initially resisted the intrusion, her wings flaring with annoyance. “Dude, what the hay do you think you’re doing?!” Luckily for both of you, her heated protest gave way to a low, hungry whimper as you applied gentle pressure to her wings, turning the reaction into one of pleasure. “Mmm…”


                                            You hummed teasingly in response, “You were saying, babe?” You knew just how sensitive a pegasus’s wings were – as Rainbow Dash had shown you many a time after romantic cloud-gazing sessions – and you intended to use that sensitivity to your advantage.


                                            Her wingtips fluttered, fighting against the stimulation before surrendering to the sensation. Her anger slowly dissipated with every stroke, each one bringing her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. It wasn’t long until she batted her cerise eyes at you lovingly, lustfully. Rainbow Dash wrapped her wings around your shoulders and pulled you even closer. Neither of you could dodge that fact: you were hopelessly lost in each other.


                                            You continued your frantic pace, pleasure peaking and crescendoing within the both of you like a beautifully choreographed Wonderbolts air show. Guttural, bestial bucks and moans filled the room in a thick symphony, a cloud that only continued to grow more potent and intoxicating with every heated breath.


                                            And Tank remained ever the stoic observer, carefully peeking from his mobile fortress.


                                            As Rainbow Dash’s breathing grew even more ragged and short, you knew it was only a matter of time until she reached the finish line, until she would no doubt drop into a heap of spent, sated pegasus right there on the ground. You hoped only that you could trust her enough to guide you across the final frontier alongside her.


                                            As you continue to navigate the boundaries of Rainbow Dash’s pleasure, an idea for a change of scenery takes flight in your mind. You pull yourself back, just enough to gently disengage from the vibrant pegasus, much to her chagrin.


                                            “What’s up?!” Rainbow Dash’s voice wavers as the abrupt loss of sensation leaves her hanging. However, she trusts in you, and she doesn’t have long to wait.


                                            “New plan,” you purr, guiding her towards the couch with a confident hand. You encourage her to take a seat, her tight grip on you revealing keener anticipation than she’d ever let on. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll take you on a wild ride, partner?”


                                            Clouded by desire, Rainbow Dash heeds your request and perches on the edge of the couch, a coy yet expectant smile plastered across her face.


                                            You approach her without hesitation, wrapping your arms around her waist to lift those tantalizing hips upward. Resting her legs on your shoulders, you ease forward into her marehood once more, causing Rainbow Dash’s moans to echo throughout the room.


                                            This new position allows you to penetrate even deeper, eliciting gasps of delight from your marefriend as she beckons for more. The impact of your desire vibrates through her body like the ripples of a sonic rainboom, leaving her breathless and yearning for completion.


                                            Her wings flare, Pride itself bucking against the tidal wave of rapture that threatens to wash her away. As the rhythm of your thrusts crescendoes, the synchronized groans and growls of release draw nearer, driving you both into a frenzy.


                                            The thrill of the ride reaches staggering heights, your shared delight weaving its own love story in the fabric of the skies above Equestria. As you come crashing down together, wings of ecstasy threatening to lift you both off the very ground that has sustained you for so many years, you find yourself envisioning the days to come.


                                            The clouds may be turbulent or the skies may clear—the winds may even change course entirely—but one thing remains certain: the bond between you and Rainbow Dash will never fade, soaring beyond the stratosphere and into the great unknown.


                                            And, after all, what more could any partnership ever need?