Author: QoC
Pastebin URL: sKw3Znqz.html
Date: Apr 11th, 2017

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> Hearing a loud ”Thump!”, you glance up over the side of your book, to see the heap of pastel-horse that is Rainbow Dash.  
> Propping herself up again, a – somehow – unharmed Dash looks around the area, before finding you. She begins stumbling towards your spot, in the shade of the oak tree. 
> As she moves closer, you begin to make out the finer details. Her mane is ragged, her coat is dirtied, and her wings looks like they haven’t been cared for in days. 
> Her eyes has a tired, but determined look to them. Rocking them bed-eyes thou’. 
> “H-Hey Anon”, her coarse voice sounds. 
“Hi Rainbow, you okay? You look like you took a rough landing there,” you point out. 
> “Never better...,” she answers, continuing her path towards you. 
> Sensing that she wants to talk to you, you place your book down – after placing a bookmark of course, Twilight didn’t raise no savage. 
> You pat the ground besides you to indicate your intention. Rainbow, on her part, completely ignore that. 
> She pushes your arm away, mostly because you let her, and sits in your lap. 
> Taking in a deep breath, she leans her face against your hoodie-covered chest, and sighs. Her eyes are closed. 
> “Anon…”, she begins, dragging out the end of your name. 
“Hehe, what’s up with you, Dash. You’re not usually this… friendly…” you say. 
> Rainbow faintly prods her front hooves against you, dragging them up and down your chest in what could best be described as weak prompts for attention. 
> “Anon…” she starts. “I want a foal…”, she mewls huskily, pressing more of her bodyweight into her prodding. 
… 
“You… um… want to adopt, Dash?”, you reply. [spoiler] You’ve got a bad feeling about this. [/spoiler] 
> Leaning her muzzle into your hoodie, she takes in a new deep breath of you, no, she’s smelling you. Guessing from her shudder, and dopey smile, she likes it. 
“O-oh dear…” you mumble. 
> “Oh no, Anon, I want your foal, silly,” she practically moans. 
“U-um, Rainbow, you’ve um… you wouldn’t happen to be in… um… estrus… right?” you ask, already seeing the answer in her glassy eyes. 
> Damn yea, she in season, son. 
> “Oh yes, I am, Anon,” she answers. “Now, where do you want to bump uglies?” She asks, a husky smile adorning her face. 
“Humans are not f-for lewd…” 
> “Oooh, shy, are we? Well then, my place or yours?” she continues unabated. 
> Slowly, you move your right arm away, grasping for something to help you drag yourself up, and away from the lewd gay-parade. 
> Not moving her admittedly porn-star tier bedroom eyes from yours, she calmly places her hoof over your grasping arm, and moves it to her chest. 
> Grasping her fluff, she moans in a long drawn out voice. 
“Humans are a p-proud and noble race…” you say anemically. 
 > “~We can do it however you want, Anon~.” She whispers, leaning into your side, pressing up against your ear. 
“H-humans are not for s-sexual”, you whisper, your voice wobbling. 
> “Possibly. But rainbows are,” she growls in response.