Soarin' Through the Clouds
Soarin' Through the Clouds
From the first moment Rainbow Dash finally made it into the air, she knew she wanted only one thing: to go fast. Some Pegasi, upon first learning the ins and outs of flying, had the foolish wish of being the fastest pony alive. That did nothing more than bore Rainbow Dash to tears. Why would she want to stop at ponies? Every record she broke, every race she won, it was simply never enough. She knew, deep down, that if she just pushed herself a little harder, flew a little faster, she would reach it: the absolute pinnacle of speed.
Unfortunately, so much focus on movement, and she had never quite learned to stop. Soarin', one of the Wonderbolts, had challenged her to a friendly race, and she had won! Unfortunately, she had also ended up crashing into a cliff side, which made her victory bittersweet at best.
"Stop laughing at me!" she shouted, shaking her fur free of the dust and pebbles that were deeply embedded in her coat. "I won, you know!"
"If victory means a mouthful of gravel, I'd rather be humble in defeat," Soarin' snickered.
More laughter. Rainbow Dash sneered and turned her back, taking a moment a shake a few more pebbles out, before she began to trot away.
"Awe, come on, Dash. Don't be like that." Soarin' quickly trotted up beside her. He was bigger than her, as males tended to be, but only by a few inches. Since he was not on duty, he had relinquished his flight suit, and was bare save a lucky pair of goggles worn around his neck. He sighed, lifting a hoof to the goggles and slowly slipped them over his ears. "You did win, and here is the fruit of your victory."
Rainbow Dash's ears perked, and she looked first to the goggles, and then to the Soarin'. He was doing his best to smile, but that didn't mean much when it was clear he was about to cry. "They were given to you by your father, weren't they? One of the founders of the Wonderbolts?" Rainbow Dash asked.
Soarin' managed a chuckle. "You've read my trading card, huh? Pfft, that's just a marketing ploy. My dad wasn't anything special, just your typical slave to the breeze: putting clouds in the sky, making it rain. That was his specialty: rain. These were my dad's, but it's not like he was some great hero. But he always did his job, always worked hard, and he always encouraged me to follow my dreams." He looked to the goggles, and smiled, before extending his hoof. "Here, they're yours. You won fair and square. Just... be careful with them? They're antiques."
Rainbow Dash took them slowly, as if she were touching one of the Elements of Harmony. She slowly slipped them over her neck, wearing them in the same fashion Soarin' had been, and then smiled. "Later, we can have a rematch, OK?"
"Sounds good."
But for now, they planned to enjoy their time away from all the hustle and bustle of civilization. When Rainbow Dash had received a letter, signed by Soarin' and asking if she wanted to go out for an afternoon, she was sure it was some sort of joke. Filled with fury, she had confronted Pinkie Pie, but Pinkie Pie finally convinced her it wasn't her. Suspecting this was all payback for an incident involving a jar of honey and some Poison Joke, Rainbow Dash flew off to have a very loud talk with Applejack, only for her too to deny it was her joke. Nervous, Rainbow Dash eventually flew to the meeting spot, expecting this was all some sort of prank. Her surprise was indescribable when Soarin' was there, having laid out a picnic for them to share.
A joyful lunch followed, filled with stories of what it was like to be a Wonderbolt, and what it was like to be a Bearer of an Element of Harmony. Rainbow Dash was more interested in Soarin', and Soarin' more interested in Rainbow Dash, so they took turns telling their best.
"Do you think I'll ever make it?" Rainbow Dash finally asked, as they flew through the clouds. "Ever become a Wonderbolt, I mean. Aside from not being able to stop on a dime... I got the speed, right? I got the agility?"
"I have no doubt that you'll make it, Dash. You just gotta understand: it's not all about speed. Sometimes you have to slow things down a little."
"Oh really?" Rainbow Dash looked about, sharp eyes spying a very distant mountain, peeking out over the rim of clouds. At most, it was a spec from this distance, but both of them were able to see it with their sharp eye sight. "If you make it there first, you get your lucky goggles back. If I make it there first, I get the Officer's Uniform you wore to the wedding."
Soarin' fluttered there a moment, before asking, "Why would you possibly want that?"
Rainbow Dash smiled. "Good memories. Now, you ready?" She slipped the goggles onto her face.
Both ponies assumed a dashing position: rumps held high in the air, tails directly up, upper bodies down, wings spread to catch any gust of wind that might happen to blow in the next moment or so. "Go!" Rainbow Dash shouted, and in a blur of seven colors, she was off. Soarin' followed after a moment, having caught a nice breeze, and was soon zipping after her. In no time at all, he realized he was going to lose. Rainbow Dash had not only gained the initial advantage, but in every passing moment, she put just a little more distance between them. The simple fact was: Rainbow Dash was faster in terms of raw speed. It wasn't her build, it wasn't her training, it was just the stubborn fact that she refused to be afraid of how fast she was going, and more and more of his vision became her toned flanks and rainbow tail, until there could be no doubt he was going to lose... again!
Unless he changed tactics. Unless he closed his eyes and kicked hard, driving himself forward with all the speed he could muster. Unless he abandoned fear and forgot about the need to stop, and just went forward. He gulped down his nervousness, screwed his eyes shut, and pushed himself harder than he ever had before.
Because his eyes were closed, he had no way of knowing when to stop. All he thought about was speed: going faster, unsure if he had already lost but hoping beyond hope he hadn't. And then he crashed, full force, into something rock solid. Pain swept through him as he splattered against a cliff wall, his eyes bursting open and looking about, only to realize he was now falling. He flapped his wings furiously, but he couldn't stop himself, or even slow himself down. He looked down as the ground spiraled towards him, flapping his arms and legs, trying to at least slow his descent so...
Rainbow Dash wrapped her four legs tight around his chest, and flapped her wings madly. Soarin' did the same, struggling against the speed of the fall, at least hoping to slow down. He crashed into a set of trees, which were actually a blessing, as they slowed his speed to something more manageable, and allowed him to brace himself as he slammed against the ground, Rainbow Dash landing on top of him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, almost frightened of what he would see. It felt like his left wing was on fire, and he tried to push Rainbow Dash off him, but she laying on him heavy. At last she walked off, and plopped down a few feet away from him, showing off her belly as she lay on her side.
"Dash?" he asked. "Dash, are you hurt? Did you get hurt in the fall?"
"No," the blue Pegasus said. "I just got a little banged up, but I'm fine." She stood, shaking herself off. "Soarin', that was incredible! You didn't just beat me to the mountain top, you buried me! You crashed right through the tree that was in your path and it just... like, exploded! Did you even realize you had won? You... you... you're wing is broken!"
Soarin' chuckled, looking back, confirming what he already knew. "I told you, Dash, speed isn't everything. My top speed is impressive, but I can't stop, I can't turn. It's not all about speed, always, unless the mission is to fly in a straight line and ram into something as hard as you can."
"But... your wing... How are you not screaming your head off? Wings aren't supposed to bend that way!"
Soarin' chuckled again, and smiled. "You don't get to be a Wonderbolt without dislocating a couple limbs. It hurts... bad, but it's nothing I'm not used to." He chuckled again, but then spat a crimson leaf to the floor. "Uck, I think I ate some of that tree I made explode. Tastes nasty."
Rainbow Dash just stared, a new respect for the Wonderbolt swelling in her breast. "The sun is going to set soon," Soarin' said, still acting like nothing had happened. "Mind if we wait till tomorrow to fly back to Ponyville?"
"But... your wing..."
Soarin lowered to his belly, and spread his wings out to his side. "Do me a favor: stand on my wing with your full weight, alright?"
"But..."
"Please Dash."
Rainbow Dash trotted forward, and nervously placed a single hoof upon the wing. She quickly looked to Soarin', but he showed few signs of discomfort. Putting her other hoof down, she leaned her weight down, again looking to Soarin', who only smiled. Finally, Rainbow Dash placed most of her weight on her forehooves, and closed her eyes. Soarin' took a deep breath. "It is very, very important that you stay still. If you don't, something might happen, and then I will be in even more pain than I am now." Digging his hooves into the ground, Soarin' took another breath, and then pulled away from Rainbow Dash. He felt the joint of his wing pop and snap, and then pushed his body back into it. After a moment of tension, he asked Rainbow Dash to step off him, and then he flapped his wings, finding that they could both move. "I'll need a doctor to take a look when I'm back in civilization, but it'll do for now. Thank you, Dash."
"I... y-your wing..."
They gathered fallen trees, and built a fire. The how-to was left to Soarin', who explained survival training was still another thing he learned as a Wonderbolt. He selected woods that he said were dry enough, and then stripped them of bark with his teeth. He used shreds of wood to feed the initial flames, and then began to feed larger blocks of wood to it. "It's not all just fast flying and glamour," he said. "You learn a lot of practical stuff, too. But a lot of it is fast flying and glamour."
"So I guess you want your goggles back, huh?" Rainbow Dash asked.
"Tomorrow," he said.
"Uhm... hey Soarin'... I'm just wondering. Uhm... you remember we met at the Gala? I saved your pie... I know we didn't talk all that much, but I kinda thought of that as a first date. And then, you know, at the wedding... we danced almost the entire time together. I wasn't really interested in anyone else, and I don't know if you were but I just hogged you for the full night, but I kinda like to think of that as our second date. And, there was that time we had lunch together, remember? At Sugar Cube Corner? And Pinkie Pie challenged you to a pie eating contest, which you won... And, well, now... So I'm just wondering... uhm..."
"I just had to put my wing back into the socket. Do you think that... that can wait till tomorrow?"
"Yeah... f-forget I asked at all... I...."
"I like you too, Dash. I really do. I was kind of hoping... I would like to have a little fun with you. That's one reason why I wanted to meet with you, out here, together. But I'm just a bit sore. Tomorrow though, before we head back to town, I would love to. In the meantime... it is a pretty cold night. And I wouldn't want you getting cold."
Rainbow Dash giggled nervously, as she trotted forward, and lay down beside Soarin', snuggling close. One of his wings stretched out over them, like a blanket, as they both drifted into a steady, quick sleep.
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"Dash!"
Normally it took Rainbow Dash a solid hour to fully wake up. There were a lot of yawns to yawn, a lot of muscles to stretch, and a lot of itches to scratch. She found the term lazy offensive, but it was probably the best way to describe her. But upon hearing the wailing sound of Soarin' calling her name, she was on her feet in an instant. From how loud it was, what did he think to do, yell directly into her ear? She stood and looked around, quite ready to yell right back at him, until she found herself staring at a massive wall of light blue fur. "Dash!" Soarin' shouted again, this time knocking her onto her rump. She looked up to the source of the thunder, having to crane her neck to look up at that high, and found herself staring at an absolutely massive Pegasus.
"D-dash... Dash what happened? By Celestia, what's going on?!"
Again, Rainbow Dash cringed at the booming voice of the giant. By the heavens, Luna's excited voice was easier to handle. Before he thought to shout again, she said, "Soarin', please stop yelling, alright?" She flapped her wings, and took to the air, gaining altitude until she was roughly eye level with the giant. He watched a moment, before lifting his hoof and giving her a flat, strong surface to stand on. "OK... just for the record, you're big right? I'm not small?"
Soarin' glared at her, taking it as some sort of joke, but she was being sincere.
"Relax, relax. No need to shout. Look Soarin', I've had my fair share of strange stuff like this, and there is always a way to fix it. There's always some kinda spell or some kinda potion to bathe in, and everything is back to normal before the next strange event decides to happen."
"You think there's some kinda spell?"
"I'm sure there is, Soarin'; only I'm not a horn-head or an Earth hugger, so I can't help you with that. But you know Twilight Sparkle? Purple pony, bad people skills? I'm sure she's got a spell book. And if she doesn't, then Zecora will have some potion that you can drink or take a bath in. For all we know, this is just another case of Poison Joke."
Soarin' nodded, and his breathing started to slow. Rainbow Dash's wings fluttered, and once more she took to the air, traveling the short distance between his hoof and the bridge of his long snout. "I promise, Soarin', everything will be alright." Soarin's green eyes crossed as Rainbow Dash trotted, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss between his eyes.
"Besides," Rainbow Dash started. "Even if we can't get you back to normal, how boss would it be to be a giant?" The smaller Pegasus had to brace herself as soft chuckles escaped the massive colt. "I mean, look at you! I think Discord would get turned to jelly if you rammed into him at top speed now. Or if Spike ever has another growth spurt, you can duke it out, toe to toe!"
Soarin' smiled wide at those words.
"And besides... I have to admit, I'm not totally off put by the whole giant thing. Just more of you to love." Another kiss touched between his eyes, and made the big pony chuckle. He brought his hoof up, and Rainbow Dash floated towards it, landing and standing strong. Soarin' brought her down, and puckered his lips, trying to kiss her but ended up coating her whole face with drool.
"You know, from the first time I saw you, I really liked you. Of course, you had just saved my pie. But then we started hanging out, and I really did start to like you, to think about you. And... I just..."
"You did promise me that, today, we could take our relationship to the next step."
Soarin' looked down. "Dashie... you can't be serious."
"I am."
"But... I..."
"You promised. Doesn't a Wonderbolt always keep his word?"
"Well... I don't remember swearing an oath, but I can't imagine I didn't..."
"It's settled then." And Rainbow Dash's wings started to flap, lifting her off the great hoof. Soarin' lowered his hooves back down, resting them out behind him to keep himself propped up. Rainbow Dash settled on Soarin' rounded belly, using her hooves to apply pressure on and off, getting comfortable as if she were doing a little dance. She turned around in a tight circle, so she was facing down Soarin's body. Her tail lifted, and she began to happily trot down his chest. With her rainbow tail out of the way, Soarin' was able to lean forward just a bit, and watch as her muscular flanks shifted side to side. She leapt off his belly, and landed between his legs, disappearing from sight due to the curve of his barrel.
He wanted to sit up, but was worried about crushing Rainbow Dash, and so he waited nervously for her to come back into his line of sight. He grew more worried as the moments ticked by, and was so anxious he nearly leapt into the air when he felt a very odd touch between his legs.
"Oh come on, Soarin'," Rainbow Dash shouted. "I thought you guys were supposed to be tough."
Soarin' scooted back carefully, and then pushed himself off the ground, coming to a seated position. There was Rainbow Dash, looking up at him happily, wings spread and occasionally flapping, lifting her just a little off the ground.
Rainbow Dash started things slow. There was no need to rush, after all. With Soarin's new size, he could probably zip back to Ponyville in no time flat. How awesome that would be, riding on his back as he fluttered into the Town Square, taking up the entire Town Square with his new size. She hadn't a clue why he had been panicking. She would have killed for a chance to be so huge.
She started at his left thigh, rising to her rear hooves and flapping her wings to keep balance. She rested her forehooves on his thigh, and gave it a little push. Of course, Soarin's legs were toned: the soft, baby blue skin betrayed the dense, solid muscle that gave him his speed. She rubbed her hooves in little circles, listening to the chuckles from the giant overhead.
When she thought she was ready, moved further center. His crotch was an intimidating sight; his sheath far larger than she was, and his massive testicles were large enough to smother her if he rolled forward just a bit. For now, she worked on his legs, but found the muscles were growing stronger and denser. Rainbow Dash was strong, but the toned legs were like brick walls. She was worried that she felt like a mosquito bite to him, was even afraid of looking up and seeing a bored expression on his features. She didn't want to screw this up! But then her nose twitched, and she caught whiff of something. Soarin' smelled like the clouds, but now there was something else radiating off him. Her eyes looked towards Soarin', who wore a blush on his muzzle and attempted to scoot back. "I... I... uhm... S-sorry."
Soarin' had been enjoying the rub it seemed, far more than she would have guessed. His dark blue erection had begun to stir and grow fat; peeking out of the sheath that normally hid his pony pride. Soarin' was struggling to scoot away, and with his clumsy escape, Rainbow Dash was able to keep pace with him. She fluttered towards his chest, and then turned in a tight circle, once more lifting her tail to him. She trotted along, towards his sheath, and then wrapped her four legs around his hardening girth.
Soarin' stopped trying to escape the moment the warm, strong body of the blue Pegasus wrapped around his growing pride. He stopped moving entirely, in fact, and suddenly was on his back, the strength to move seeping out of him. Rainbow Dash giggled to herself, before turning back to the erection and giving it a soft nuzzle and lick. Already, it was her size, and only growing larger. She nuzzled and licked it, kissed it, and squeezed it with all her strength. She felt the enormous pulse of the giant, making her whole her body pound. Soarin' groaned and gasped as the delicate tongue of the tiny Pegasus work him, and her strength squeeze his hot flesh tight. She was wonderful, concentrated warmth on his pride, far softer and kinder than his rough hoof. Rainbow Dash breathed deep, taking in the warm scents, which were growing thicker as his erection grew stouter. It was like being in a cloud of Pegasus musk, and yet she did not mind in the slightest.
A bead of warm cream escaped Soarin's glans, a miniscule drop to the giant, but it was large enough to saturate Rainbow Dash's entire head. She leaned away from the throbbing pillar and ran her tongue over her face. The salty taste of the cream intrigued her enough that she flapped her wings, and used her strong legs to shimmy along the girth. Beads of cream were starting to roll down the length of the shaft, making it slimy and hard to hold onto. She was forced to flap her wings more and more, to ascend to the penis' top. Once there, she wrapped her forelegs tight around the head. Soarin' stared at her, breathing heavy, and watched as she softly licked around the glans and softly nuzzled the flat top of the penis. It felt amazing, and Soarin' tilted his head back to revel in the bliss, shivering sometimes when she touched a sweet spot. And that was before she even found his slit. Her little muzzle found the slit, and she filled it as best she could, ignoring the pressure of the white seed trying to gush out. She kept her lips tightly sealed; only her tongue permitted to slip through, and steadily exhaled through her nose to avoid drowning in heavy white goo. She plunged her large tongue deeper and deeper, before she was forced to pull back and breath. With the cork removed, a gush of white exploded out of the tip, covering Rainbow Dash's upper body and face. She did not bother licking it off, and once her lungs were full, returned to exploring his delightful girth.
Soarin' was a big pony, and needed a lot of work. For a long time, he merely lay there, head down and drooling as Rainbow Dash pleasured him. He spurted suddenly, a gush of white exploding out of him, and he no longer felt Rainbow Dash on his cock. He was frightened for her, and sat up quickly, only to see she was now working at the base of his erection, rubbing her hooves in little circles. Her body was coated in slimy white, and when she wrapped her legs around him and started to move up and down, she slid without a hint of painful friction. Up and down, up and down; rubbing her body against him, rubbing her hips against him so his heat was against her nethers. She scooted down further and pressed her entire body up against his balls, making Soarin' sit up and gasp. She hugged his testicles, each larger than she was, and then once more fluttered up to his tip to show him some affection. His hoof caught her in the air, however, giving her a little squeeze. She squirmed, as his strong hoof kept tight hold of her. He brought her to his lips and smiled, thanking her with a kind twinkle in his eyes, before rolling out his tongue and running it up her body, taking some of his creamy coating.
Rainbow Dash turned around on his hoof, so she was facing the other way, and lifted her tail, showing off her muscular flanks. Soarin' brought her closer to his lips and slipped out his tongue, running the roughness over her buttocks. She laughed softly, and then felt his lips pucker and press against her. A bit of suction, and she suddenly found her lower half housed within his cavernous maw. She could not feel his teeth, but his lips applied pressure to her midsection, making it just a little hard to breath and keeping her from squirming away. From her view, she could see him wrap a hoof around his dribbling penis, as his tongue started its own exploration of her nethers.
From how large his tongue was, he could lick over her nether lips and her buttocks in one vulgar slurp. She gasped loudly, teeth grinding, as he brushed over her again and again, and then began to suckle on her. Her legs kicked furiously inside the warm, moist cave, her body shaking and groaning. Even this far from his penis, the smell of his musk was stifling, and the sight of the great organ, bobbing up and down from the hoof's affection, was such an awesome sight. Suddenly, Soarin' suckled just a little too hard, and she found herself past his lips, past his teeth, and housed in the hot cavern of his mouth. His tongue found her, and pushed her against the rough of his mouth, smothering her and applying almost painful pressure to her crotch. She fidgeted and bucked, trying to fight against the affectionate organ, but found she could not move. And the roughness of his taste buds between her legs felt oh so good. At last she set her tongue down, and gently licked it, and soon Soarin' tasted the cream he desired. Heavy dribbles oozed out of her, as she held tight to the tongue, humping into it gently. Soarin' gave his erection one final squeeze, before a heavy spurt rocketed into the air. The white ball of goo went higher and higher, before gravity took its hold and it splashed down to the ground. Soarin' collapsed back, head down, and his tongue rolled out as his mouth parted. He was vaguely aware that Rainbow Dash scooted out of his maw, which gave him a sense of relief. He was worried he would swallow her otherwise, as his body began to shudder in the paradise he had found.
Spurt after spurt shot out of him. Even normal sized equines were known for releasing copious amounts of seed, and now with his gigantic dimensions, it was no surprise that Soarin' released a veritable flood. He lay on the ground, spurting madly, eyes only half lidded and tongue rolled out.
Eventually he sat up. He was careful where his hooves fell, and was even more careful scooting along on his massive rump. He looked around for Rainbow Dash, although could not find her until she fluttered down from the sky, and once more landed on his nose. She sauntered with each step, finally coming close enough to plant one final kiss between his eyes. And then she plopped down on her belly, legs resting over the sides of his long snout, utterly tuckered out. Carefully, keeping his snout straight, Soarin' rolled to his feet and happily trotted to the sound of a river.
With almost childish glee, he splashed into the water, which came up to his belly at its deepest spot. He lowered down slowly, folding his legs so his underside could be washed of the white cream, and he could also duck his head and gulp down a large mouthful of drink. Rainbow Dash leapt off his nose and into the water, splashing about like a child. He didn't drink any water after that, afraid he might gulp her down by accident, and worked to clean himself instead.
After trotting out, Soarin' shook himself in a very dog-like manner, getting himself relatively dry. He rolled onto his back, showing his underside to Rainbow Dash, who took a spot at his navel, curling into a cute little ball. Her blue fur melded nicely with his slightly damp coat, so the best way to see her was the seven colored mane that ran down her back, and the tail she was using as a blanket. Soarin' smiled to himself. There was some way to get him back to size, he was sure about that. If Twilight Sparkle or Zecora couldn't do it, then Celestia and Luna, with their near omnipotence, could certainly wipe up a spell. But he had to admit, being this size certainly had its advantages.