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There aren't any Rapidash around here either...

Swallowing, I lifted my head from the small pond I'd found, shaking the remaining droplets free from my muzzle so that they fell back towards the water or arched towards the muddy shore. Raising my head, I closed my eyes and listened, drawing in a deep breath.

Nothing.

Just as the ground held no tracks and the grass had no signs of recent passing, the air only held my own musk and the wetness of the pond as variants from the standard scents of earth and plants.The wind moved along the plain, brushing the hills and whispering secrets from ages past, but there were no cries of my kin, in pain or jest. A Fearow's cry, from some distance, perhaps, but I had no desire to seek it out to ask if it might have seen my agemates passing by.

Drawing a shallower breath, I opened my eyes and lowered my head, thinking to take another drink when a pair of eyes across the water made me still. Gold caught my attention before the red, making my first thoughts of EKANS! and run! recoil with a sharp awareness that, no, this was not an Ekans and I might not have a reason to run.

[Hello.] I kept my voice soft, my neck still lowered while the rest of my body remained still.

The pair of eyes continued to watch me, most of the creature obscured by grass but I was almost certain I knew what it was. If I was right, it would be less likely to attack me than it would be to flee but neither of those options was what I was hoping for.

[I'm trying to find my...] I almost said "herd" but caught myself. [My kind. Have you seen any other Rapidash come this way?]

Unblinking, the Pokémon remained silent and hidden.

[I was the last of my agemates to evolve, you see,] I moved my neck slightly to the left, hoping the creature would find it unthreatening. [I'm trying to find the other stallions from my herd, who left before I did.]

I resisted the urge to turn abruptly towards it, not wanting to send it running.

[Have you seen any?] I asked again, keeping my neck turned away but angling my head to examine the brown and tan shadow along my visions edge.

As I'd hoped! A Patrat!

It was still watching me, from what I could make out, though not in the standard upright position its kind was known for. For the moment, it seemed content with being on all fours, dipping its front paws into the pond to rub them along his muzzle and head. Its tail twitched as it reached for another pawful of water, this time to drink.

[Have you?] There was a whinny of nervousness along my words and wasn't able to keep from prancing and giving a toss of my head so that my flames shimmered, needing some outlet for my energy lest I go bolting across the plains.

The Patrat snapped to attention so quickly I thought I'd startled it. Before I could offer an apology, its tail did a complex pattern of jagged motions before it turned around and vanished into the grasses.

[Wait!] The pond wasn't large but racing around it did take time. Time enough that the most I could find of the Patrat, when I got over to the other side, was its scent and a tunnel hidden in the grass.

[So much for that...] I muttered, shaking my head and looking around me, trying to decide which direction I should head. [Maybe for higher ground?]

I took a few steps forward towards a decent looking hill before pausing and turning around. [Or towards the cluster of trees?] I moved a few steps that way before giving a huff of air. [Or I could keep following the Pokemon trails... they could have followed the pathway, even if I haven't seen their hoof prints....]

There was pressure building within my skull, making me want to buck and kick, though I knew that wouldn't offer any real solution. These choices had always been made by the lead mare or, at least, one of the other, higher-ranking members of the herd. All I'd had to do was follow along and listen, keep out of trouble! I didn't want to be the herd's stallion, didn't want to fight the current one for leadership after I'd evolved. I'd watched when some of my peers had tried it and figured it'd be less painful to just leave, rather than have to hobble away.

I just... hadn't taken into account that my peers might have changed directions from where I'd seen them going or that they might have travelled further than I'd anticipated or perhaps, even, been captured. I thought it'd be a simple matter, really. If I just travelled far enough, I'd have to run into one of them eventually, though!

...right?

*****

Keane drew a breath through his nose, weighing the moisture in the air, before letting it out in a quiet stream, feeling that it should be much wetter than it was.

Right hoof dangling off the cloud he currently rested upon, the equine's mane of mist mirrored the grey hue as his tail and fetlock wisps blended into the rounded mass while his coat of black and white splashes stood out. He gazed down, watching how the shadows from the clouds and the glimmers of light that escaped them played along the earth below, creating new shapes and patterns depending on what surfaces they touched.

Still, he found it hard to shake the annoyance clinging to him over this half hearted, wannabe drizzle that was slowly dampening his spirits and leaving him feeling listless.

Lifting himself up, Keane's hooves sank slightly into the cool fluff before he gave himself a thorough shake, as if to toss the feeling aside as easily as he did the stray tufts of cloud that had been sticking to him.

He could, of course, wait for this potential downpour to reach its peak. There were enough clouds scattered in the sky that it was possible such a thing could happen. Then again, there was also the option to, well, help it along.

Lifting his front, left hoof (which one must always lift when considering such weighty matters as this), Keane finally gave a nod before striking his hoof down, sending other bits of cloud into disarray.

Yes! Why should he have to wait for it to reach maturity when he could just as easily bolster it up and have a grand gale?!

Shifting his weight, Keane pushed away from the edge of the cloud and bucked, freeing himself of his dismal mood and giving a shout for any and all to hear.

Ears perked, the absence of a response didn't dissuade him. Instead, he gave a spin and a kick before striking his forehooves down against the cloud, bucking backwards then leaping to the side. Tossing his head up, his mane of mists swirling to keep up, he reared, pawing the air and bobbing his head, swaying while not yet falling. Tendrils of electricity sparked along his skin, summoned uninvited, but not unwelcomed, from his jagged horn. Cold air pressed against his sides as his personal mists grew darker, heavier, almost in sync with the cloud he rode.

Crying out, coaxing it, Keane fell, spun, and kicked, prancing along the edges so he could see his cloud tightening up on the slender openings that had, moments ago, been letting sun trickle down. Nearby clouds were gathering closer, no longer casually drifting alongside, soon to merge into his own.

Each kicked hoof made the cloud darken, every toss of his head and twirl of his body causing the cloud to swell.

Soon. He could feel the word humming like struck crystal through his bones. Soon!

*****

A sound like distant thunder made my head turn, glancing over the pond, past the grasslands, and towards the sky. The white clouds I'd recalled being in the sky had apparently converged into one rolling mass...

A rolling mass that was making its way steadily towards me.

With a sizable herd, I wouldn't have given a second thought to the storm. By myself, however, I'd be lucky to withstand a drizzle!

Shuddering, not quite from the steadily dropping temperature, I turned away from the pond and jumped straight into a canter, listening for the heralds of thunder that would usher in the steadily growing storm behind me.

*****

An insistent urging pressed along the insides of Keane's body, demanding he go faster still, informing him that, if he should stop his Rain Dance now, this storm would never be born and what he would have would be even worse than the pathetic whisper of a storm he'd started with.

It would be the wasted potential of a storm that could have been.

Having almost lost the rhythm of the dance, Keane was just able to pull off a kick and a buck, getting himself back into the sway of things. Sidestepping, his forehooves beat up and down on the cloud's surface as he half reared, dancing on his back hooves even as his front ones continued to beat downward. Bowing slightly, he tucked his head closer to his chest, leaning up before his body fell forward, his forehooves striking down once more as a CRACK! pierced the air.

The now dark cloud gave an echoing rumble right before the building pressure released in the form of rain.

Tail whipping as he laughed, Keane tossed his head and shoved forward with his back legs, racing off along the clouds, thunder echoing along the inaudible pounding of his hooves. Galloping along the cloud's edge, encouraging its spread, Keane relished the sense of freedom and speed, blood rushing through his veins with every hoof fall.

There was nothing like racing a storm.

*****

Each crack of thunder was an invisible strike against my flanks, urging me faster. Even with my ears tight against my skull, I could still feel the rumbles of it caressing my skin, promising me of the storm's swift arrival. Neck fully extended, my hooves digging deep into the ground, I forcibly shoved myself away from the clouds that I could almost feel tugging on my tail.

*****

Flickers of light to his left made Keane think another cloud had joined in, adding to the strength of his storm. The steady brightness finally made him turn his head, his pace faltering for a moment but never slowing down.

...that wasn't lightning.

Keane wasn't quite sure what it was but the light was staying formed too long and too close to the ground to be lightning. It was the wrong color, too. Not a white-blue or a yellow-gold, it was more of a red-yellow. Briefly, he considered the fact that it might be one of those odd things he'd seen humans ride in but it was far brighter and faster than he'd ever seen one go before.

Not an attack, not one I'm familiar with, anyway. He snorted, pushing himself faster as the light seemed to try and race away. A Talonflame or maybe Moltres? No... they'd be higher. Don't think there's any of those around here anyway. I've only really seen-

It grew brighter -no, longer- in response, the head of it still keeping up to Keane's speeds while the rest of it tapered off into the fine, swaying edges.

He blinked as the knowledge struck him like a raindrop on his forehead. Smiling, he leaned his neck out farther over the cloud to get a better look.

A Rapidash, I think! It made sense, he'd seen herds loitering around as he'd been drifting. It was the right speed for it and the light would be the flames, trailing like a comet's tail.

Now the only question was, which did he want to race more? The storm or the Rapidash?

*****

My throat felt raw, as though no amount of air I could wheeze in past my teeth could satisfy my lungs. I'd never run so far or so fast since I'd evolved and I could feel small trembles of protest along various parts of my body. The rain had started to fall behind me and I swore I felt it striking along my back hooves. There wasn't any form of shelter beyond small trees, none of which could hope to keep me dry nor would it be wise for me to stand beneath, what with the flashes of lightning I could see outside the corners of my eyes and the increasingly loud cracks and rumbles following them.

It was along one such flash that a shadow appeared against the brief spark of light. I shied away from it, thinking something was about to fall and strike me, but there was no contact.

I couldn't waste time to stop running but I did pull in my head enough to glance around, a shape of clouds somehow following along behind me.

Almost tripping on my own hooves, whispers of the stories about the Forces of Nature forced me to regain my balance and keep running, not daring to look back again. Had I somehow pissed one off?! I tried to recall any stories of them being territorial when it came to other 'mon but I just couldn't keep both my mind and my body racing at the same time so I opted to keep running and figure it out later.

The sudden pounding of hooves made my head jerk, my ears twisting to listen behind me even as my own hooves pummeled the earth.

Was there another Rapidash? Had one seen me running by?

That couldn't be, I'd have seen them long before now-

The shadow moved along my right side, forcing me to turn away from it. I thought there might have been some white along the darkness but there were no flames to mark whatever it was as a Rapidash.

Springing forward, I tried to lengthen my stride, my muscles tightening in protest but finally relenting.

It surged with me, surpassing me, and curved sharply to cut my path off.

Able to finally get a glance at it, the creature looked equine but not of any species I was familiar with. Hooves skidding in the dirt and grass, I reared, thinking to get it to back off, but it only stayed where it was, head tilting and silent, as if watching a foal having a tantrum.

Swaying along my hind legs, I slowly lowered myself back so that all four hooves were touching the ground. Shifting my weight, restless to push past him and keep running, his voice jolted me out of the thought.

[Newly evolved?]

The rumble of his words was so unlike the lighter, high pitched tones of my kind that I only blinked stupidly before giving a slight nod.

The pleased bob of his head and the glow of his horn surprised me.

[You're doing well, then. To run like that.]

Taking a step back, I thought I might be able to sidestep him but he only closed the space I'd tried to give myself and pushed even closer still. His scent invaded further, cold and clean, like the hints of frost the day before it snowed.

[You were shining,] he added, his shoulder bumping into mine, as if in congratulations, before backing off with a slight prance. It was such a simple, universal equine exchange that I felt my body relaxing.

[I... was?]

He inclined his head again, shifting his weight between his right and left hoof before tossing his head and horn upwards towards the storm clouds. [I saw you from up there.]

[You were on the clouds?] I hadn't thought any but the Flying types could hope to achieve such a thing.

He threw his head forward in a nod before kicking off. Running in a half circle around me, he flung himself into the air, hooves kicking out. Rather than falling, the mists along his body seemed to expand and he remained hovering, gliding almost as high as my head.

Moving closer, I flicked my tail, trying to see how he was managing such a thing.

He didn't have wings, so that wasn't it. There was nothing under his hooves, keeping him up, and I didn't see anything above him or along his sides that would do it. He didn't seem like a Psychic or a Ghost, though I didn't have much experience with either type to know for sure.

[Wha-]

[Mother was a 'dash, father was a Zebstrika,] he answered, as though bored and accustomed to answering that question. [Granddad might've been a Golduck.]

[...that lets you do that?] I leaned my head under his stomach, a little confused with how his ancestors let him float. I jolted back out from under him when he turned to peer down at me, a slight crease along his brow, as if I'd puzzled him.

[Technically, I suppose.] He gave a low laugh and I frowned at him, turning my ears downward. [Cloud Walking's what I call it.] He raised his hooves upward, his forelocks decorated by mists rather than the flames I had. [I can control the clouds on my body to maneuver myself as I wish. Just like, I suspect, your special ability is Run Away, hmm?]

I rocked my head slightly, supposing it might be. I was always good at running, even as a Ponyta, I just hadn't given much thought that it was in any way "special" compared to my peers.

Turning my head, I thought to get a better look at how he was staying aloft when a cold prick hit my flank.

Shrieking, I kicked out my back legs and bucked, the next drop and the ones following coming swiftly now that I'd stopped running. I'd forgotten all about the storm and finding shelter!

A quick whirl revealed no options for hiding other than one and I took it.

Diving under the other equine, I ignored his protests as I took shelter under his belly just as the pelting rain became a sudden downpour.

*****

Keane wasn't quite sure what had happened.

One moment, he'd been talking to what he'd assumed was a sane, rational Rapidash, the next, the creature was yelling like he'd been stabbed and was now hiding under his stomach. When he'd tried to move away, the 'dash had followed under him, the creature's flames tickling his sides and belly in what Keane found to be an irrational desperation to not get wet.

Deciding to hold still for the moment, lest the 'dash forget to be mindful of his horn in his panicked state, Keane flicked his whip-like tail and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the slight throb behind his temple.

[Have you ever seen rain before?] he asked, trying to keep most of the sarcasm out of his voice in case this had been a captive 'dash and, perhaps, had not actually seen rain before.

The shudders beneath him didn't abate as a soft voice answered.

[...yes.]

[And you're hiding under me because...?]

[I'll die if I get that wet!]

Keane shook his head, startled by the conviction more so than the words.

[You'll... Look, don't you think there'd be a lot more dead Ponyta and Rapidash around here, if that were the case?] Keane tried to hide a snort. [I mean, certainly you can't expect to find shelter every time there's a rainstorm now, can you?]

No answer.

Exhaling, Keane tried again.

[Look, when you were with your herd, what did you do when it rained?]

There was silence before the 'dash's voice came out in an almost inaudible mumble.

[...hid under my mom.]

[As you may notice, little flicker, I am not, in fact, your mother.]

Silence again.

[Alright... so, your mother got wet instead of you. She survived, I take it?]

There was a shuffle and a brushing of fur against his leg that might have been a nod.

[Yeah... you'll be fine,] Keane said, rolling his eyes before he bent his head down to look at the 'dash.

[M-maybe... but that was when we were with the whole herd!] The fire horse was trying to tuck his mane and tail further under Keane's body in a way that actually made him laugh about the whole thing. The 'dash just glared before flattening his ears. [It wasn't just ourselves!]

[Did they get any less wet being in a group?] he asked, finding himself a little amused by the imagery of Rapidash and Ponyta piling up each other to stay dry.

The 'dash's ears flicked, eying me with mistrust, as if I was baiting him.

[Well, yeah. I mean...] He paused before lowering his head a little, pawing the ground, as if realizing how silly what he was going to say was but not wanting to back out. [Their manes... and tails... were hot enough to evaporate the rain.]

[Mmm...] Keane appeared to give this some thought. [So hot that it evaporated every drop, hm? That's pretty hot. So...] He gave a pointed look at the 'dash's mane and tail, the former of which was still along the underside of his stomach. [Why isn't it burning me right now?]

[Maybe I like you,] the 'dash muttered, glancing away, apparently not willing to admit how much of a foalish idea that'd been.

Keane could tell how the young male under him was struggling to find another argument before relenting, feeling the point had been made. Catching the 'dash's attention, Keane gave a slight smile.

[Well, maybe I like you too, little flicker. But, why not, for the sake of argument, you give it a try? If you start to die, I'll be here to save you.]

The 'dash gave him a sour look, clearly still feeling silly over his past views, but a sigh washed away the look and he gave a nod, still dubiously staring at the rain falling out from under Keane's body.

[It's not going to get any drier, little flicker.] Keane whuffed a gust of air his way, making the other blink and frown.

[Faxon. Not flicker.] The 'dash, Faxon, glanced at him once more before putting a tentative leg outside the protected space that Keane's body made from the rain. He was quick to yank it back in, though. [It's cold.]

[Keane.] He offered back in response. [And, yes... rain is, commonly, cold.]

At his bland tones and lack of sympathy, Faxon frowned again before throwing his head back with a sigh. Bracing himself, the Rapidash jumped forward into the rain before swiveling back under Keane.

[Alright! There, I did it!] He shook himself, looking up at Keane hopefully.

With an eye roll that he let Faxon see, Keane waited, watching.

*****

Keane was worse than my mother...

Ears lowered, I decided that anything was better than the expectant stare the stallion was giving me. Holding my breath, as if that would help, I turned my head to the side before shuffling back out into the rain.

Instead of darting back under him again, I remained still and exposed, wanting to get this over with. Like cold pebbles, the droplets struck along my back and head. Some of it sizzled when it hit my flames, making me dance along the muddied ground, but my flames remained warm and glowing, undeterred by the cascade of water around us.

Lifting my flattened ears, I tried taking a further step away from Keane, shaking to get some of the water off my fur (a futile endeavor, as it was quickly replaced by more). It didn't hurt, as I thought it might, not outside the initial sting of it hitting me. While still cold and slightly uncomfortable, I didn't really feel like my life was in mortal peril.

Just to be sure, I gave a small jump, pausing to paw the ground and consider if I felt the same.

[Still alive then?] The mirth was along his words, even if he wasn't outright laughing.

[You don't have to sound so smug,] I muttered, snorting some of the water away from my nose and blinking it away from my eyes so I could look up at him. [I might have died, you know.]

He did laugh then and I felt my flames flare up, trying to cover my embarrassment.

[I suppose you might have, Faxon.] Keane's solemn words were hard to believe when I could see the smile tugging at his lips. [Well done.]

The warmth of praise heated my belly this time, instead of my flames, and I turned my head to avoid looking at him, instead watching the lightning cross the clouds. It was sort of pretty... when you could appreciate it outside of mind-numbing fear.

At the next crack of thunder, I bounded forward, the mud giving beneath my hooves before I half reared, pleased with myself as I spun in the rain. Landing, I romped around in a half circle, kicking up mud and stones, before moving back towards Keane, shaking again, laughing at the sheer relief that I wouldn't have to worry about the rain any longer.

*****

Faxon was certainly more interesting than any patterns Keane had seen the clouds cast on the ground. To think, having thought rain would have killed him, all this time... It was a surprise that the stallion of the herd hadn't kept Faxon on the fringes. Certainly he couldn't have seen the younger stallion as a threat to his harem, not with notions like that, and Keane couldn't imagine Faxon leaving the herd without being pushed out...

Though, it did bring a troubling thought to mind. If Faxon thought things like that, about something simple like the rain, what other things might he be thinking that were wrong? Would he be safe, travelling by himself?

Keane frowned, not really certain how that would be his problem, when the 'dash practically pranced up to him. He was glowing again, though not in the same way as when he'd been running. His wet, pale coat shimmered from the light of his flames, making him look almost ethereal in the rain. The playful toss of his head reminded Keane of a coy Zebstrika mare he'd once met... who hadn't been quite so coy when he'd been ramming himself into her.

The thought of her tight, warm walls squeezing his cock made him groan slightly, aching when he also remembered how long ago that'd been.

Lowering himself back to the ground, Keane was taken aback when Faxon broke his stride, stopping and tilting his head to look down Keane's flanks.

[Are you going to mate someone?]

Keane's mind whirled. [What?]

The 'dash nudged his horn towards Keane's underbelly, where his cock had apparently slipped out of his sleeve and was half erect from thoughts of the Zebstrika mare.

[Oh... no.] The image of Faxon glowing in the rain made him slightly harder before he shook his head.

[...have you ever mated before?]

The question was spoken in a hush, as if someone might overhear. The excited, wide-eyed look the young stallion was giving him made Keane chuckle quietly to himself.

[Yes. Once.]

[What was it like?!] Faxon was suddenly very close, his horn grazing Keane's in a way that made small sparks of excitement dance off of it.

[Ah... it was good.] He coughed, turning his head to untangle his horn from the other male.

[Only good?] Faxon gave a slight snort, tossing his head and causing his flames to swirl in the rain. [I don't see why the others were making such a big deal about it, if it was "only good."]

[Well...] Keane paused, pretending not to watch as the other male focused on him, ears perked forward. [Perhaps it was more than good, after all.]

[Really?!] Faxon gave a little skip and a twirl, apparently reveling in receiving what must have once been "forbidden knowledge" for him as a Ponyta. [Does it feel good for the one being mounted, too?]

The curve of the white stallion's flanks, slicked by the rain, made Keane recall the Zebstrika's own slicked with cum.

[I'm certain it was.]

[How?]

The innocent question confused Keane. [How did it feel good?]

[Yeah. I mean, for a male to be on top... wouldn't that be heavy?]

[Well, yes-]

[So, how would it feel good to have all that weight on top of you?] Faxon went on, shaking some of the water off his head before meeting Keane's blue eyes with his red ones.

Shifting the weight of his back legs, his cock aching once more, Keane lifted his left hoof (which one must always lift when considering such weighty matters as this) and asked his own soft question.

[...would you like to find out?]

*****

I'd never had an offer before, to figure out this mating thing! The most I'd gleaned was from spotting the herd's stallion and a mare along the outskirts of the group... but it'd been hard to make out from a distance, other than him getting on top of her.

[Yes! Please,] I added, lest Keane change his mind.

He gave a groan, his head lifting while his eyes closed; again, striking a similar resemblance to my mother.

[I don't think you know what you're getting into, little flicker,] I thought I heard him mumble before shaking his head and opening his eyes again, exhaling and stamping his left forehoof. [Alright, then. So be it.]

Pawing the ground, I gave a slight bow, my flames heating up expectantly as he moved closer, his side touching mine while he walked by.

[I've only done this once, you'll remember,] Keane warned.

[I will!] I promised as my head turned to follow Keane's motions, the rain having lifted enough that I wasn't quite blinded by it.

Gently touching his head to my side, his forehead brushed along to my flanks, the jagged tip of his horn just lightly grazing me. His warm breath against my wet skin, causing me to shiver from the unexpected heat, while his lips brushed playfully along the curve of my ass.

Unable to help it, I skirted slightly to the side, overwhelmed by the curls of heat his touches caused and the sudden rising of my cock, unbidden.

[Mm? Did you change your mind, little flicker?] The warm humor in his voice made me feel that he was teasing me. [Should I stop already, then?]

[N-no.] My flames were hot with my mortification, having not intended to move. [I just... Felt funny.]

[Ah.] I tried to turn to watch him but his head had dipped below my belly. [Would this be the cause?]

I made myself keep still, even as I felt his heated breath caressing my semi-exposed cock.

[I'll take that as a yes,] he chuckled, moving away from it.

Relieved but somehow disappointed, I couldn't help but get a tad huffy.

[How is this helping me with how good it feels to be mounted?]

[You're feeling good right now, aren't you?] came the answer from behind me, a sudden light weight along my back, pressing down on me, while something hot and spongy was poking along my ass. [Well, it should feel better than that.]

His head was resting on my shoulder, his forelegs pressing against my sides as that wet heat kept poking along around my tail hole. My own cock leapt, striking against my stomach and leaving its own spot of wetness there.

[You're liking it already?] the pleased tone Keane hummed had my flames curling inward, suddenly nervous.

[Should I not?] I couldn't dance away while he was on top of me, the pressure of his body weighing me down though, I suspected, he was using his Cloud Walking to keep most of it off of me. [Is it something only for mares to like?]

[Why don't you tell me, Faxon?] he asked, his cock suddenly shoving inside of me with a well-placed thrust.

*****

The startled bray Faxon gave made Keane pause, feeling the younger male's tailhole squeezing pleasurably against his cock even as tension wound along the rest of Faxon's body. Fighting against the urges to rock his hips--the 'dash's heat far stronger than the faded memory he held of the Zebstrika mare's pussy--Keane leaned his head down to rest just behind the stallion's neck.

[I'm all the way in you, little flicker.] He watched, waiting for Faxon's ears to lift slightly from their flattened position and for the feel of his lungs to exhale from the breath he'd been holding, before pulling himself slightly back. [You are very, very tight...]

The grip of his body resisted on Keane's pulling out, even as it equally struggled against his re-entry. The uncertain nickers that Faxon gave, along with the shifting of his weight, made Keane tighten his forelegs around the other in response.

[Relax, little one.]

[It pinches, Keane!]

The whine in Faxon's voice made him smile. [Pinches, hmm?]

His mane of fire bobbed once in a nod.

[It's tight and uncomfortable!]

Making a slight sound of acknowledgement, Keane adjusted his hips, pushing at a higher angle and eliciting a startled sound from the 'dash. Rocking his hips, neither pushing in nor pulling out for the moment, he gave a slight chuckle when Faxon pressed back against him with a moan.

[Right there, then?] he asked, hugging the stallion tighter to him as he began to slide himself in and out again, accepting the answer of the other's body as it squeezed his cock greedily and swayed with him.

[Just like that, little flicker... feel me in you.]

His scent of arousal was mixing with the damp air, the soft sound of his cock slapping his belly just barely audible above his pants. Faxon's hips were jerking back against Keane's, forcing him to match the frantic pace that the Rapidash was setting, his soft cries whispering along Keane's ears. He grew tighter, if that was possible, around Keane's shaft, trying to pull him even deeper towards the stallion's inner core.

Had the Zebstrika mare made such sweet sounds of submission, a mixture of moans and nickers, that altered in frequency and depth depending upon the speed with which Keane bucked? Had she been so eager as to restlessly shift under him, her ass swaying while attempting to take more of him? It was such a long ago occurrence that the memory, when held in comparison to the here and now, couldn't hold form. The blacks and whites of the Zebstrika's fur became white with red and yellow flames, the higher pitched tones of her voice swallowed up by the throaty desperation that Faxon didn't even try to hold back. Keane'd have to say "no," even if it marked him a liar. [So impatient, little flicker...] Tightening his forelimbs around Faxon's sides, Keane buried himself hard and fast into the Rapidash, pleased by the startled cry he made that gave way to wanton moans. [Are you sure you haven't done this before?] [I-I haven't!] The indignantly in Faxon's voice was softened to a mere whimper as Keane rocked against him, causing the Rapidash to squirm and gasp when Keane slid his whole length inside. [No?] Keane chuckled as Faxon turned his head to give a pout in his direction. [Ah, my mistake, then.] Another smooth pump made Faxon's eyelids flutter before closing, his cheeks turning a rosy hue made Keane lean his head forward so as to touch his muzzle to Faxon's. When the Rapidash made to duck his head shyly away, Keane touched his muzzle just under Faxon's, keeping him still, while gently touching his jagged horn against the other male's smooth one. Sparks danced from his horn, swallowed by Faxon's mane of flames, as Keane felt the stallion pushing his hips back against him. Obligingly, Keane picked up the pace, enjoying this new position from where he could breathe deeply of the other's scent while also lipping lightly along his throat. It was the gentle buck of Faxon's that finally caused Keane's cock to flare, his orgasam so sharp and sudden that he almost missed burying himself deep within Faxon before cumming. Heat flared around him and he'd mistaken it for his own before realizing the quiet whinny Faxon gave, along with the soft splashing sound thereafter, was from the 'dash's own climax and his cum hitting the ground. Keane lay his head once more along Faxon's shoulder, panting along with him as his cock slowly lost its swell and slipped out with a wet sound, his cum leaking down along the Rapidash's ass and leaving him dripping from more than just the rain.

[How did it feel, Faxon?] Keane finally asked, slipping off his back, certain already of Faxon's response. [Did you find your answer?]

[It was... good.]

["Only good?"] Keane teased, a light laugh tugging at his words.

[Perhaps more than good,] Faxon admitted, lifting his head and admirably ignoring the fact that his cock was still semi erect.

[Really?] He did chuckle then, noticing the slight flush of the Rapidash's cheeks.

[I'm certain it was.] Faxon snorted, turning his head in a failed attempt to hide his blush, especially when his flames flared out.

[Any other questions, then?] Keane asked, flicking his tail and feeling pleased.

[Well, maybe one...]

Keane waited, stamping a hoof when the other didn't get on with it. [Well?]

[...what's it like to be on top?]

Keane paused, considering how to answer. He could just simply tell Faxon, he supposed. Between the Zebstrika mare and the Rapidash male, he was already twice as experienced. But, seeing the shy, tucked head of the younger male, he instead decided to make a rather bold and generous offer.

[Would you like to try?]

[Could I?!]

The wonder in Faxon's voice made Keane's horn glow, pleased by his own decision.

[Sure. As long as you mind your hooves,] he added, ears flattening at the thought of the marks they might leave if Faxon wasn't careful.

Bobbing his head, Faxon's flames also seemed to glow brighter, warming Keane as he approached though still far outside the spectrum of burning him. Waiting as the other walked behind him, Keane flicked an ear, waiting for Faxon to get started.

And kept waiting.

[Sooo... do I just hop on then?]

[Yes,] he answered slowly, purposely not turning his body to keep an eye on the younger male, not wanting to veer at the wrong moment. [But you'd want your forelegs around my sides, not your hooves into my sides.]

[Got it! Forelegs, not hooves!]

Keane nodded to himself, bracing his own hooves against the ground.

[So, um... Is there any special way I should aim?]

[Just keep poking around, you'll figure it out,] he whuffed out, bobbing his head and shifting slightly, getting prepared for a second time.

[Okay!]

Keane waited before hanging his head and hiding a laugh.

[Was there anything else, Faxon?] he asked, trying to keep the smile from his voice.

[I... won't hurt you, will I?]

[While I appreciate your concerns, I didn't hurt you, did I?] The pause this time was thoughtful. [I'm fairly certain I'm hardy enough to handle a young stallion so, if you're going to do this, let's go, shall we?]

Even saying so, the sudden weight and warmth against Keane's back was unexpected, the forelimbs of the other pressing tighter than expected against his sides as Faxon tried to find his balance.

*****

[I just wanted to make sure,] I mumbled, my head not quite reaching Keane's shoulder as I tried to lift myself higher along his back. [I want to get this right...]

It was hard, so far. The tip of my cock kept slipping against his fur, hitting either side of his ass without actually going where it was supposed to.

[It felt good for me. I'd like it to feel good for you.]

He might have laughed at me again, if the slight shake of his body was any indicator, but his back legs dropped and his tail moved, making me lurch in a way that I couldn't be sure. Not only that, but the slight bit of warmth that my cock had suddenly dipped within was enough to distract me from his laugh (or not laugh, as the case may be).

[Oh... wow.] I bumped my hips forward, feeling my cock head bending before his tailhole gave, admitting more of me inside. [Is that what I felt like?]

The pressure around Keane's entrance gave way to warmth and an enveloping but looser constriction than his tailhole. His chortling whicker made me frown, not liking that he was laughing at me, even now.

Driving myself forward, as he had to me, his amusement cut off with a gasp, my cock burying down until my balls slapped against his ass, a burst of pleasure having me repeat the action again, faster.

[Arceus, little flicker! You're a fast learner,] Keane got out with a pant, nickering the next time I slammed in. [Yes. Like that.]

The breathless tones of Keane's voice urged me to go faster, growing slowly out of the irregular rhythm I'd started with and into a more fluid pace. His heat kept tightening around my cock, which was oddly sensitive from the first mounting, while little sparkles of light danced along his horn.

Leaning further on top of him, hoping my weight wasn't too much, I pushed my hips tighter against his body. I could feel my cock pulsing inside of him, his body flexing around mine in response. The flashes of his horn were growing closer together, almost in one steady stream of light before his body clenched around my cock, bringing us both to bliss a second time even as he almost blinded me with a Flash of light from his horn.

Red spots dancing along my vision, I rested atop Keane's back, trying to blink them away while we both caught our breath.

*****

A slow rumble of thunder echoed softly in the distance. The rain, it seemed, was just enough, now, to wash their spilled seed from the ground while still leaving much along their bodies. A glance to the sky, as Faxon worked his way off Keane, showed the clouds thinning, dispersing at a much faster rate than he would have thought.

Until he saw the radiant glow from Faxon's flames and had to snort to himself.

Little flicker, apparently, had the skills to brighten a rainstorm into a Sunny Day, if someone would have ever taught him how to use it before now.

[So, you survived the dreaded thunderstorm,] Keane said, trying to distract himself from the cum dripping from his softening cock as well as his tailhole, uncertain exactly where they should go from... that. [And learned all about mating. Now what?]

[Look for my peers, I suppose...] came the soft, uncertain answer.

He was all softness, Keane understood then. Was that why the stallion had him leave? Worried over the mares taking too kindly to him, pampering him too much and luring attention away from the herd stallion, however unintended? Anger sparked sharply enough that it startled him, taken aback that he'd feel such a thing for a stallion he'd never met.

A soft pawing sound made Keane realize that Faxon was fidgeting.

[Do you know which way they went?] he asked finally, pressing his muzzle along the other's neck in a way reminiscent of how he had while fucking the younger stallion.

[I thought they'd gone this way,] Faxon replied, shifting to lean his body closer to Keane's, closing his eyes as he did so, some of his weight resting onto the hybrid.

[...how long have you been traveling for, little flicker?] To the best of Keane's knowledge, he didn't remember seeing any other stray Rapidash nearby but, in all honesty, he hadn't really been looking either.

The Rapidash shifted, a sort of shrug, without giving any further answer or, at least, not one Keane could make out.

Nausea balled up in Keane's throat, hot like acid. How far, exactly, did Faxon intend on travelling until he met up with these other stallions of his?

[Stay with me.] The words tore past the blockage of bile in his throat, taking them both aback.

[Wh-what?] Faxon tried turning to look at him but Keane kept his head buried against the other's neck.

[Until you find them,] he hastily added. [I'll stay with you.]

So just stay with me, too.