A couple short greentext stories I wrote in https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/43274481/ with some light editing.

>you're heading out to an open field just outside town
>it's the third time this week Rainbow Dash has asked you to come watch her practice
>well, 'asked'
>she actually zipped by you while saying "Hey dude I'm gonna be trying new tricks after lunch don't be late!" but that's asking in Dash-ese
>it's not like you mind, getting to watch her is the highlight of your day
>you've been in Equestria long enough that it's starting to feel normal to you, but seeing her dart through the sky reminds you of just how magical this world is
>and sure enough, as you approach the field you tilt your head upwards and see a dot up in the sky split a cloud in two
>each segment deforms in her wake, some vapor dragged behind her and giving her a visible contrail as she twists and dives down
>by the time you can see her clearly the trail's dissipated and she slows as she approaches you
>"Right on time!.. or, well, maybe a little late, I dunno," she comments while circling around you, giving a quick glance to the sun to try and gauge what time it is
>the moment she's out of view she bumps into you from behind, pushing you further out into the field
>"Just get into position, I've got a really cool trick I wanna try! Stand riiight..."
>she flits from one spot to another, giving taps to your shoulders, back and chest to make you adjust your position
>"...there! Okay, perfect." she hovers in front of you for a moment, taking in a deep breath before turning away from you and starting to climb

>she levels out only a couple hundred feet above the ground and a little further than that away from you before she twists back in your direction
>exactly in your direction, actually
>usually when Rainbow Dash does that it means she wants to do a trick where she comes in for a close landing so you brace yourself a little
>for now though she just picks up speed before rolling just enough to the side that arching her back allows her to begin forming a loop
>at first it's a slow, large roll, each loop still bringing her in your direction at roughly the same speed as before, but as she gets closer the loops tighten and more momentum shifts to that vertical movement
>by the time she's just above you the barrel roll's given way to a purely vertical loop, her wings beating hard with every inversion, keeping that perfect circular shape to her maneuver
>you're too far away to see every detail but she's described just how hard it is to do tight loops, how every muscle in her back aches afterwards
>just when you start to worry about her overworking herself her wings fold up after she inverts for a final time
>she curls up into a ball above you, and... down she comes
>straight down
>at you
>holy fuck gravity sure does make a pony fall fast
>should you get out of the way?
>can you?
>does she want you to catch her!?
>your knees bend as you try to brace for contact
>just before she hits you she spreads back out, those wings beating as hard as she can
>the gusts that hit you are as strong as you've ever felt from her
>it's enough to have you end up on your back, hands still raised to catch her
>she doesn't need the help though, she comes to a hover just inches above you, grinning wide
>"I knew you'd flinch!"

>she lands atop you triumphantly, looking at your expression before laughing
>"Oh man, you were SO certain I was gonna crash into you, huh?"
>one of her wings partially covers her face as she cackles, clearly loving this
>but once the giggles die down she lets out a happy sigh and her legs give out, her body resting on yours as she shuts her eyes
>this isn't the usual position you give post-flight rubs from but your hands move up to run along her spine, helping remove that tension and getting little satisfied hums from her
>"Thanks, I rrreally need that after that trick..." she mumbles, her chin resting against your chest, occasionally wincing when you find the sore spots
>"Now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn't do that one for real... if I landed on somepony I'd be in HUGE trouble..."
>she opens one eye to look at you, that grin showing again
>"That's why you're the best for this, you'd be cool with spending a week in the hospital together."
>that eye shuts and she giggles a little to herself, one hoof idly patting your side as she allows you to care for her, her tail brushing against your legs
>it's intimate, undeniably so
>and you're clearly not the only one feeling it, Rainbow Dash's cheeks are starting to tint the color of her eyes
>those little contented noises from her get quieter and the dopey satisfied smile she has after a good trick looks less confident than usual
>"...Hey, have I ever told you why I always invite you out to practice?"
>her eyes barely open, meeting yours before she shuts them again
>"It's because... I dunno why it is, but I always try harder when you're here, so... thanks."
>and then she stretches, her muzzle raising off your chest to move closer to your face
>you meet her halfway there
>it's not that much of a kiss really, there's places in Equestria where it'd be considered borderline friendly
>but neither of you feel that way
>when she pulls back a couple seconds later those eyes open wide to stare up at you, her muzzle crimson, her focus darting from one eye to the other, then to your lips, then up to the sky
>her wings are fully flared as she hops up onto her hooves
>"Anyways! I've taken a long enough break, gotta keep practicing! You know how it is!"
>a firm flap brings her up into the air and she looks down on you, clearly hesitating for a moment
>"...We'll talk after, okay?" she cracks a smile through the nerves before shooting into the sky where she belongs
>you don't see her do any particular trick for the next minute or two, she's clearly just thrashing through the air until the g-forces get rid of the fluster for her
>but it's okay, you know that once she's tired and ready to land you two will talk
>and based on the fact that she's staying right by you rather than flying off past the horizon and hiding for the rest of the day, it'll be a good one





>you're helping Pinkie Pie bake something-or-other, you don't remember the exact details other than that she needs you to hand-whisk this buttercream because the stand mixer's busy with meringue
>you can hear Pinkie behind you humming some song as she carefully pulls the wax paper off a sheet of spongecake
>beating butter and sugar together isn't exactly the most mentally stimulating activity so your eyes begin to wander until you spot some foil-wrapped candies wrapped with little paper bows
>they're cute! they kinda remind you of...
"Man, next time I go home I'm gonna buy some Hershey's Kisses."
>"Is that a kissing booth?" Pinkie's voice gets a little clearer as she glances back towards you
"Nah, you can buy them at any store."
>she doesn't get back to humming but you pay her no mind until she's right next to you, front hooves up on the counter so that she can peer up at your face
>"Why do you miss them so much?" she's clearly confused
"I dunno, they taste kinda funny."
>her brow furrows
>hard
>"...You like the kisses because they taste funny?"
>you nod
>she stretches out to get closer to you, squinting at your face to spot the smallest hint of deception
>"What do they taste like, Nonny?"
>you think for a second, stopping whisking
"I dunno... sweet but kinda sour. It's weird."
>she cringes
>"Sour kisses?"
"Uh huh. Butyric acid, I think."
>"Booty-..." her whole face scrunches up as she thinks, then she zips away

>you get back to whisking only to be stopped when an encyclopedia bashes the bowl out of the way, opened to the appropriate page
>a pink hoof points to a particular word, the party pony now fully on top of the counter
>"YOU'RE MISSING PUKEY KISSES!?" she looks horrified
>you shrug
"It's an acquired taste."
>"IT'S A-... NONNY!"
>she's right up in your face now
>"NUH UH. I AM NOT LETTING YOU HAVE PUKEY KISSES."
>you have to actively try and keep your poker face up now
"It's not a big deal."
>"YES IT IS!"
>her hooves end up on your shoulders as she stares right into your soul, getting very serious
>"Nonny, for the good of mankind AND ponykind, I will now fix your desire for pukey kisses via exposure therapy."
>you open your mouth to try and respond but she's already pressing her lips to yours, giving an exaggerated mwah when she pulls back a second later
>"Did that fix it?" her eyes are wide and frantic
"...Uh."
>she moves right back in and kisses you again, this time an onslaught of smooches
>"Come!" kiss "On!" kiss "Nonny!" kiss "Fight!" kiss "The!" kiss "Bad!" kiss "Thoughts!" kiss
>eventually she pulls back once more, looking genuinely concerned
>"So? Any better?"
>you're too stunned to respond
>she lets out a little groan
>"Well, Pinkie, you know what you have to do..."
>she scrambles up onto her hind hooves before giving a little bunny hop, wrapping those hind legs around your waist
>her front legs hook around your neck
>you try to brace yourself against the counter but you end up bending forwards a little but that's fine, her butt rests on the edge of it without issue
>what's more of an issue is that she presses her lips to yours, tilts her head and shoves her tongue into your mouth

>you probably haven't made out with a pony before
>let's be real you probably haven't made out before period
>but she clearly doesn't care, she's enjoying herself
>or helping you!
>or both, it's hard to say but the little giggles when you try and press your tongue against hers or twist your head to make the kissing more comfortable show everything's fine
>after what feels like an eternity, she pulls back and takes in a deep breath through her nose, her half-lidded eyes staring into yours
>"So, Nonny... do you still want your dumb barf chocolate?"
>wait what
"...H-how do you-"
>she cuts you off with another quick smooch before she pulls back, those airy giggles coming out of her again
>"You should really know better by now, silly!"
>she boops your nose with a hoof because of course she does
>then she slowly releases you from her grasp, squirming around on the counter to get her hooves under her before she hops on down with a satisfied sigh
>"Next time you try and lead me on like that you're not getting rewarded with kisses, got it?"
>her tail swats your leg before she pronks back to her station and hums a new song
>you need to remember not to underestimate Pinkie Pie