Rainbow's Cloudsdale Tour. Meet and Greet and Skeet. Alt NSFW ending.


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                                            The rest of the day passes in a whirlwind of sights and sounds as Dash shows off every inch of her beloved hometown. By the time evening falls, your feet are aching, but you’re still caught up in her enthusiasm.


                                            As darkness gathers, Dash slows her pace, glancing up at the emerging stars. “We should probably head to the hotel soon.” She hesitates, scuffing a hoof. “I, uh, only got us one room. Hope you don’t mind sharing!”


                                            You blink in surprise, a blush rising in your cheeks. “Oh, no, that’s fine.”


                                            Dash relaxes, a lopsided grin crossing her face. “Great! This way.”


                                            She guides you to a cozy hotel, procuring a key from the receptionist. The room is small but comfortable, with a single bed that looks barely large enough for two.


                                            Dash shuffles her hooves, suddenly shy. “Sorry about the, uh, close quarters.”


                                            You shake your head, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s perfect.” You gaze up at her, heart in your throat, and she meets your eyes.


                                            In a flurry of motion, she crosses the space between you and presses her lips to yours. The kiss is eager but tentative, as if she’s afraid you’ll pull away.


                                            You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, and she sighs into your mouth. Her lips move fervently against your own as the kiss deepens, hungry and devouring.


                                            She nips at your lower lip, drawing a quiet groan from your throat. Your hands slide over her frame, fingers curling into the downy feathers at the base of her wings. She shivers, pressing flush against you, the warmth of her body seeping through your clothes.


                                            Breathless, you break the kiss to gaze into her half-lidded eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, and she worries her lower lip between her teeth. “Was that...okay?”


                                            You brush a hoof through her mane, watching her eyes flutter closed at the sensation. “That was perfect,” you murmur, and draw her in for another searing kiss.


                                            Dash returns your kiss with fervor, desire burning away her earlier shyness. Her hooves slide under your shirt, stroking the skin of your back and sides, feather-light and teasing.


                                            You break the kiss to lift your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. Dash gazes at you with open appreciation, cheeks flushed as her eyes roam over your exposed skin.


                                            Your hands stroke down her sides, slipping under her belly to stroke the sensitive flesh there. She gasps, hips jerking forward to grind against your thigh.


                                            “Please,” she whimpers, nosing under your chin to capture your lips again. Her kiss is hungry but unhurried, her desire tempered by a rare tenderness that makes your heart ache.


                                            You maneuver her onto the bed, bracing yourself on your forearms to avoid crushing her smaller frame. She gazes up at you with complete trust, wings and legs splaying open in invitation.


                                            “Are you sure?” You search her eyes for any trace of hesitation. She smiles, brushing her muzzle against you.


                                            “I’m not afraid anymore,” she whispers. “Not with you.”


                                            You kiss her deeply, pouring your love and devotion into the embrace. She returns it measure for measure, hoof sliding down to deftly unbuckle your belt.


                                            You lift your hips to shuck off your jeans and boxers, now as bare as she is. Dash licks her lips, eyes dancing with mirth and desire, and you can’t help but chuckle.


                                            “Enjoying the view?”


                                            She grins unrepentantly, wrapping her hooves around your neck to pull you down against her. “Definitely.”


                                            Your body covers hers, aware of how much larger you are in comparison. Still, she shows no fear, only warmth, trust and desire.


                                            You brace yourself on one forearm, using your other hand to tilt her chin up for a gentle kiss. She sighs into your mouth, hips rolling against yours in invitation.


                                            You shift, guiding yourself to her entrance and pressing in slowly. She gasps at the stretch, biting her lip, but remains relaxed in your arms. You kiss her, whispering encouragement and praise as you sink into her tight heat.


                                            You shiver from the dual pleasure of sensation and the thought of taking your best friend in this way. The normally brash mare so vulnerable before you, just for you.


                                            When you’re finally seated fully within her, you pause, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. She nuzzles your jaw, wings coming up to envelop you in a feathered embrace.


                                            You begin to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as Dash rocks her hips to meet you. Her gasps and whimpers fill your ears, urging you on.


                                            You brace yourself on your forearms, bracketing her head, and capture her lips in a searing kiss. She returns it eagerly, drunk on sensation. Her hooves slide over your back, clutching you close, as if she can’t get enough of your touch. This wouldn't last long, having been without since arriving in this world, since meeting her.


                                            You break the kiss to nip at her throat, and she tosses her head back with a cry. “Please, more!” Her wings beat against your back, featherlight and insistent.


                                            You thrust deeper, faster, spurred on by her pleas and the tight heat enveloping you. The bed creaks under your combined movements, a steady counterpoint to Dash’s sharp cries.


                                            She tosses her head, mane spilling over the pillows, and clings to you. “Anon, I’m so close!” Her thighs clench around your hips, pulling you impossibly deeper.


                                            You redouble your efforts, angling to hit that sensitive spot within her, and she shrieks your name as her release crashes over her in waves. The sensation sends you tumbling over the edge after her, spilling deep within her trembling body.


                                            You collapse half on top of her, bracing yourself on one forearm to avoid crushing her. Dash nuzzles under your chin, panting and trembling in the afterglow. Her wings drape limply over your back, feathers tickling your overheated skin.


                                            “Wow,” she breathes, a thrill of laughter in her voice. “That was...”


                                            “Amazing,” you finish, pressing a kiss to her damp temple.


                                            She grins, eyes heavy-lidded and sated. “Awesome...”


                                            You gather her close, shifting to lie on your sides facing each other, still joined. Dash sighs happily, tucking her head under your chin.


                                            Silence falls over the room, comfortable and warm. You stroke a hand down Dash’s back, listening to her breathing slow and deepen as she drifts off to sleep in your arms.


                                            You kiss the top of her head, breathing in her scent, and follow her into slumber.


                                            -


                                            You wake slowly, warmth and comfort enveloping you. It takes a moment to realize the warmth is Dash, curled against your chest and still asleep.


                                            Memories of the previous night flood your mind, and a blush rises in your cheeks. You glance down at Dash, watching the steady rise and fall of her ribcage. She looks utterly at peace, a slight smile curving her lips.


                                            Unable to resist, you press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her eyes flutter open, and she gazes up at you blearily. Then, realization dawns, and her cheeks flush as brightly as your own.


                                            “Oh, uh, good morning,” she mumbles, sitting up and shuffling back to put some space between you. She won’t quite meet your eyes, chewing on her lower lip.


                                            You sit up as well, reaching out to tilt her chin up. “Good morning.” You smile softly, hoping to reassure her. “How are you feeling?”


                                            “I, um.” She laughs awkwardly, scrubbing a hoof over her mane. “I’m not really sure.”


                                            “Do you regret it?” You search her face anxiously for any sign of remorse. If she wanted to forget this ever happened...you would understand. As much as it might pain you.


                                            “What?” Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head vehemently. “No, of course not! I just...” She sighs, scooting closer to press against your side. “I didn’t expect that. From you, I mean.”


                                            You wrap an arm around her, relieved, and kiss the top of her head. “I didn’t expect it either. But I’m glad it happened.”


                                            She peers up at you, a lopsided smile blossoming. “Yeah?”


                                            “Definitely.” You grin, giving her a gentle squeeze. “This is probably the best tour I’ve ever been on.”


                                            Dash bursts into laughter, shoving your shoulder. “Oh, shut up! I’m never showing you around again.” But her eyes are dancing with mirth, and you know she doesn’t mean it.


                                            Dash glances at the clock and gasps. “Oh no, checkout was twenty minutes ago!” She leaps from the bed, grabbing her saddlebags and tossing things inside haphazardly.


                                            You stretch out with a yawn, watching her dart around the room. “No need to rush. I don’t have anywhere to be.”


                                            She pauses, glancing over her shoulder. “But don’t we have to leave?”


                                            “I can pay for another night, if you want to stay.” You shrug nonchalantly, as if it’s no trouble. As if you haven’t been longing to keep her here with you, away from prying eyes and responsibilities.


                                            Dash hesitates, biting her lip. For a moment you think she’ll refuse, but then she grins. “Yeah?”


                                            You chuckle, sitting up to open your arms in invitation. “Get over here.”


                                            She drops her saddlebags and launches herself onto the bed, tackling you back against the pillows. You laugh, wrapping your arms around her and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll take that as a yes?”


                                            “Yes,” she breathes, nuzzling under your chin. Her wings drape over you, enveloping you in warmth and softness.


                                            You close your eyes, content to stay here forever with her slight weight anchoring you in place. But after a moment, Dash squirms against you, restless as always.


                                            She pushes herself up to hover over you, eyes dancing with mischief. “So, now that I’m staying...what did you have in mind?”


                                            You reach up to brush a lock of rainbow hair behind her ear, watching her eyes flutter half-closed at your touch. “I was thinking we could pick up where we left off.”


                                            Dash grins, slow and heated, and leans down to capture your lips. The kiss begins soft but quickly deepens, lighting a fire in your veins. By the time she pulls back, you’re breathless.


                                            “I like the way you think,” she purrs, and proceeds to show you just how much.


                                            -


                                            Your gradually pulled from slumber, bright sunlight filtering through the curtains and falling upon your visage. The soft warmth of Dash curled against your side. She’s sprawled half on top of you, limbs tangled together, her head pillowed on your chest.


                                            You stroke a gentle hand over her back, admiring the play of muscles under her coat. She stirs with a sleepy murmur, nuzzling closer and draping a wing over your waist.


                                            Chuckling, you press a kiss between her ears. “Morning, sweetheart.”


                                            “Mmmno.” She buries her face in your neck, her breath tickling your skin. “Too early. Sleep more.”


                                            “We’ve already overstayed checkout by a day. We should get heading back to Ponyville.” You comb your fingers through her mane, reluctant to move from your comfortable nest.


                                            After much coaxing, you manage to convince Dash to get out of bed and get ready to leave. She grumbles the whole time but allows you to herd her into the shower.


                                            -


                                            The receptionist blinks at you owlishly as you approach the front desk, Dash's saddlebags slung over your shoulder haphazardly. Then her gaze slides to Dash, and her eyes widen.


                                            Dash squirms under the scrutiny, feathers fluffing in embarrassment. Her mane is still damp from the shower, tangled and unbrushed, and there are visible marks along her neck that have your cheeks heating.


                                            The receptionist’s shock melts into a knowing smile. “Checking out, I presume?”


                                            “Y-yes,” Dash stammers, refusing to meet the other mare’s eyes.


                                            You step forward, pulling out your coin purse and setting more than enough bits on the counter. “Thank you for your discretion.”


                                            The receptionist’s smile turns coy as she sweeps the payment away. “But of course. Do enjoy the rest of your...visit.”


                                            Dash bolts for the door, wings buzzing, as you bid the receptionist a polite farewell. By the time you exit the hotel, Dash is hovering impatiently, cheeks burning under her cyan coat. “Can we just go now?”


                                            You school your expression into something neutral and not at all smug. “As the lady wishes.”


                                            The hot air balloon ride back to Ponyville is leisurely, the basket swaying gently under a clear blue sky. You lean back with a contented sigh, basking in the sun and the memory of last night.


                                            -


                                            Dash fidgets next to you, shooting irritated glances in your direction. “Will you stop looking like that?”


                                            “Like what?” You ask innocently, though your smile betrays you.


                                            She huffs, stomping a hoof. “Like you just won the Equestria cup! It’s embarrassing.” Her cheeks are still tinged pink under her coat.


                                            You laugh, reaching over to ruffle her mane. She ducks away with an indignant squeak, though the gesture is fond. “My bad, babe, but can you blame me?”


                                            “Ugh, don’t call me that!” Her wings flare in agitation, though the effect is somewhat ruined by her blush. “And stop thinking about...about that!”


                                            “About what?” You ask, all coy innocence. She shoots you a narrow-eyed glare.


                                            “You know exactly what! Just...just enjoy the view or something.” She gestures out at the sprawling fields and orchards stretching out below the balloon.


                                            “I believe I already am,” you reply, gaze lingering on her disgruntled profile. She huffs again and pointedly looks away, resolutely not meeting your eyes.


                                            Your lips quirk as you lean back once more with a contented sigh, enjoying the sun, the view, and the delightful flush of color in her cheeks.