Bold lets out a yawn while sitting up in bed. The sunlight pours into the room as he rubs his eyes, before he turns to look down at Film, but finds him missing from his spot next to him. Bold tilts his head to the side before getting up and out of bed.
Bold walks over to the fish tank were a gold fish swims up to the glass. Bold smiles down at the fish before walking past it into the hallway. He walks into the living room as the smell of breakfast filling his nose. He smiles as his mouth starts to water. He walks into the kitchen to see Film cooking eggs on the skillet with a blank stare on his face. Bold smiles as he gets an idea. He walks over to Film before gently stepping over him, being just barley taller then him, and resting a bit of his body weight on Film's back.
"Good morning hot stuff," Bold says, looking down at Film. Film buffers for a second before looking up and reacting.
"Good morning Bold," Film goes back to staring at the wall. Bold blinks and stands there for a second in confution before steeping back over and standing next to Film.
"You all right?" Bold asks.
"Same as always," Film responds. "I think I'll really need the anti-depresents today,"
"Didn't your psychiatrist tell you to lay off of them?" Bold asks, looking worryingly down at the little pegasus.
"She told me to only use them when I was thinking suicidal thoughts," Film respounds back, not looking away from the eggs. Bold looks down at the eggs as they sizel against the skillet. "I could burn myself bad enough to stop my heart from the shock," Film deedpains.
"Allright," Bold says, wrapping an arom around Film's body. "You are coming with me to the bathroom," Film looks up at Bold with a raised eyebrow. "You know what I mean," Bold hisses a bit while gently pulling him away from the stove.
Bold gently pulls Film with him as he heads for the livingroom, but something stops him in his tracks. He looks over at the counter to see a group of letters, on top is a cyan blue letter opened up. "Did Dash mail you something?" Bold asks, looking down at Film.
"Somthing about needing my help," Film responds planly. Bold lets go of Film and walks over to the letter before picking it up. He pulls the letter out of the envelop as Film walks mindlessly back to the stove to watch the eggs.
"Dear Film," Bold thinks as he reads the letter. "Soarin is going to be gone for a few days, and it being heat weeks leaves me in a pickel. So I want to ask you if you would like to come over and help me out. Don't worry, Soarin knows about it. From, Dashie," Bold looks at the letter with a bit of shock on his face. "She wants you to have sex with her," Bold bluntly states.
"Ya," Film responds, staring off into the wall again.
"You should do it," Bold says, turning to face Film. "It might me good for your mental health,"
"Or I could bash my head into the wall and bleed to death," Film responds.
"First atni-depresents, then we are talking," Bold says, wrapping his arm around Film and pulling him with him to the bathroom.
(Time Skip)
"Better?" Bold asks as the two sit down on the couch in the living room. Film takes a deep, long breath before slumping against Bold's side. "That a no?" Bold asks, wrapping an arm around Film's body while gently petting Film's hair with his other hoof.
"At least I don't feel like killing myself," Film responds. "I still feel like Shurbert Histem In Tarterus,"
"That bad huh?" Bold asks, gently squeezing Film closer to his body.
"It's a bit better with you here," Film smiles up at Bold, causing Bold to blush a bit.
"All in a days work," Bold responds with a big, goofy grin. Film's smile grows a bit just looking up at the happy stallion. "So about the letter,"
"AAAaaannd you rurend the moment," Film says, returning back to a relaxed position and nuzzling into Bold's stomach.
"You need to make a decision," Bold says, looking down at Film.
"I'm not going," Film responds grumpaly.
"I think you should go," Bold responds back.
"Why," Film responds, looking up at Bold. "Just thinking about it causes a bit of PTSD to start to creep in. You saw me this morning, most of that was from the letter,"
"Hmm…" Bold sighs as he thinks for a second. Film goes back to the resting position as Bold looks around the room. The sun starting to fully rise over the horizon line. It then clicked in his head. "Didn't your psychiatrist say something about facing your PTSD in a comfurtable setting?" Bold asks, looking down at Film with a little smile.
Film sighs before responding, not even bothering to look up at him. "She did say I should interact with sex in comfortable ways,"
"What's more comfortable then your bestfriend?" Bold asks. Film looks up at Bold to speak, but Bold stops him from talking. "You wont even have sex with me anymore, so you can't even argue that," Film pursed his lips as he looks forward again before slowly nodding.
"Allright, I'll go,"
"Good to hear," Bold says before going in with a bear hug. Film smiles as he hugs Bold's arms. "Just don't get any ideas about leaving me, all right,"
"With how big you are, I don't think that's going to be a problem," Film responds, wiggling his arm free and gently squeezing Bold's rump.
"You stay away from my rump unstill you are ready to come back to bed with me," Bold responds with a little laugh. Film laghs back as Bold squeezes him tighter to him.
(Time Skip)
Film flies across the sky over the grassy land between Canterlot and Ponyvill. He wears a soft brown flight jaket to keep the cold wind away from his body. His eyes scan the land below as clouds floats by below him.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Film thinks as he speeds towards Ponyvill. He looks up to see Dash's cloud house in the light of the setting sun. The magnificent cloud mansion shins brightly in the sunlight. Rainbow water falls sliding down the side of the house. His heart rate rises a bit as he gets closer to the house. He lands down on the clouds in front of the door while looking up at the big house.
He walks up to the door before nocking on it. The door echoing a soft, but somehow a very wooden thud with each hit. Rustling comes from inside the house before the door opens up to reveal Dash.
"Oh, you came," Dash says with a big smile.
"I couldn't leave a friend hanging," Film responds with a little smile.
"Come on in," Dash says, stepping aside and letting Film walk into the house. Dash shuts the door behind Film as he looks around the entrance hall. Standing in front of him is a stair case leading to the uper level. To the left is the living room and to the right is the kitchen and dinning room.
"Thanks for the invite," Film says, turning around to face Dash.
"After Soarin said he was going to be gone for the week of my heat, I needed someone els to help me out with it," Dash says, scratchinbg the back of her neck. "You were the first pony to come to mind,"
"So…" Film says, scratching his arm while looking around the room awkwardly. "How does this work?" Film asks, looking at Dash.
"Don't tell me you've never had sex before?" Dash asks, titling her head to the side with a little smile.
"I've done it a few times," Film replies, rolling his eyes at her. "Only with Bold," Dash raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"You and Fluttershy never had sex?" Film simpley shakes his head. "Hu… I thought you two had,"
"You're talking about the pony who back in middle school was afraid of her own shadow," Film responds back.
"Far point." Dash responds back. "So this will be your first time with a mare?"
"Yep,"
"Well don't I feel honered," Dash mockingly says, placing a hoof over her chest.
"You get any bigger of an ego and your head will explod," Film responds with a smile. Dash rolls her eyes at his comment. "What I ment by "How does this work," was me asking you what you had in mind,"
"Well," Dash says, blushing while looking everywhere but Film. "I was thinking of a pet role play,"
"Role play?" Film asiks, scratching his chin. "I've never done that before. What does it entail?"
"For pet role play, one of us pretends to be the master while the other is the slutty pet," Dash explains. Her face beet red.
"You want to be the pet," Film responds with a cheeky smile.
"Don't tell anyone els this but…" Dash hesitate for a second. "I like to be dominated,"
"I can see you liking that," Film responds with a conferming knod.
"But don't tell anyone els or I will kill you," Dash grimises at Film, causing him to flinch a bit from the sudden change in attitude.
"I cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," Film says, going through the motions. Dash sighs before smiling. She spreads her wings and flys up into the air.
"Wait outside the bedroom, I need to get some stuff ready first," Dash says before flying up the stairs.
"Ok!" Film yells as he flies after her. "Just don't be to long!"
(Time Skip)
Film stands outside of Dash's bedroom, gently tapping his hoof against the other as he waits. "You almost done in their!?" Film yells with a bit of impacents.
"For someone who's never had sex with a mare, you sure are impacent!" Dash yells back, sounding like she is struggling with something.
"Saddly you aren't the first," Film wispears as his body shivers from the sudden temperature drop. He closes his eyes as tight as he can as he tries to block out the memory that forces itself into his head. It's only stopped when the sweet raspy voice of Dash cuts through his head.
"I'm ready!" Film opens his eyes as he takes a deep breath. His heart raceing as he opens the door into her bedroom. His eyes widen in shock as his dick starts to unsheath itself. Standing by the dark blue cloud bed is Rainbow Dash with her hair up in a ponytail. She is dressed in rainbow stockings and wears a coller on her neck. Her face is beet red as Film looks her over.
"And I didn't think you could even be sexy," Film says in awe as he closes the door behind him.
"You would be surprised how much I've picked up from Rarity from just being around her," Dash responds, brushing her bangs out of her face.
"I can believe that," Film responds back, a blush clearly across his face.
"So…" Dash trails off before looking down at him with bedroom eyes and a cocky smile. "You ready master?"
Film blinks in surprise before he relaxes as a smile forms on his muzzle. "The question is," Film says, grabbing his dick so it's not dragging against the floor as he walks over to Dash. "Is my pet ready?" Film asks, looking up at Dash.
"Of course I am," Dash responds with a cocky smile. Film looks around the room before spotting the leash on her bedside table and getting an idea.
"You're missing something," Film says, walking past her, leaving her in slight confusion. He grabs the leash before quickly turning around and hooking it to the coller. He wraps the leash around his hoof before pulling her gently down to his level. He wraps an arm around her neck while looking deep into her red eyes. "You're missing the leash," Film says before closing his eyes and planting a kiss on her soft lips.
Dash's face heats up as her body shakes in excitement. Her eyes slightly rolling up as she kisses back. She closes her eyes before getting into a better potion and wrapping her arm around his head. Film's eyes snap open as an idea comes to mind. He quickly pulls away, leaving Dash in confusion as she stands back up.
"We need a safe word," Film says with seriousness in his voice.
"Aaaand you've killed the mood," Dash responds with a dead pand look on her face. Film looks up at her with anger on his face.
"It's that ore you get none of this," Film says, gesturing to himself.
Dash sighs before asking, "What were you thinking of,"
"Banana,"
"Banana?" Dash asks.
"Banana," Film responds with a confirming knod.
"Allright then," Dash says, shrugging.
"Now where were we?" Film asks, leaning closer to her with a big smile on his face.
(Time Skip)
Film lets out a big yawn as he stretches his arms out. His back arches, causing his stomach to get pushed up as his wings spread out to stretch like his arms. He smiles as he looks up at the ceiling, his head not registering were he was properly. He rolls over to find Bold, but only finds an empty cloud bed. He blinks a bit before remembering what happened.
"Right," Film says, sitting up. "Dash's place," Film looks around for any sign of the mare. "So were is she," Film steps off the bed and heads for the door. He slips out into the hallway before making his way to the stairs and walking down to the ground floor. He sniffs the air before a smile forms on his face. Filling his nostrils is the warm smell of pancakes being cooked.
"Look who finally woke up," Dash says, walking out of the kitchen and into the dining room before placing two plats, one across from the other, onto the table.
"Look who's talking?" Film responds with a little smile. Dash rolls her eyes before turning around and walking back into the kitchen.
"How was your sleep?!" Dash asks from the kitchen.
"Very good," Film responds back, sitting down at the table. "I can't figure out how your cloud bed is better than mine,"
"Are you using dense clouds so Bold can sleep with you and not fall right threw to the ground?!" She asks.
"That might be why," Film says, nodding before Dash comes back out with a plate full of pancakes. Film shifts his wings a bit while bitting back a bit of pain. Dash places the pancakes down onto the table before looking at Film shifting his wings a bit.
"You all right Film?" Dash asks.
"I think I slept on my wing weirdly," Film responds back as he flexes his wings a bit. He grits his teeth a bit before messing with his metal wings. He pulls them off and throws them to the ground. Film sighs as he relaxes into the chair. "Note to self, don't sleep with the metal wings on," Film says as Dash walks over to the other side of the table.
"Do you normally sleep with them on?" Dash asks, pulling a few pancakes onto her plate.
"No," Film says, grabbing some for himself before asking, "I can have some, right?" Film looks up at her. She had already started stuffing her face with the pancakes. She swallows before responding with a big smile.
"Of course," Dash says nonchalantly. "You probably worked up an appetite from last night," Film smiles before digging into the pancake. She watches him eat with a smile and a small blush before whispering. "Thank you,"
"What?" Film asks, looking up at her.
"I said thank you," Dash responds.
"For what?" Film asks, tilting his head to the side.
"For last night," Dash responds before adding, "And for being a great friend for so many years,"
Film warmly smiles before responding, "No need to thank me. You're my friend, that's what we do," Dash raises an eyebrow at him. "Maybe not the sex thing…" Film's brain buffers before realizing. "Does this make us a herd?"
"If you want," Dash responds. "I don't think Soarin would mind,"
"I would have to ask Bold," Film responds. "Knowing him he would say yes just so he could meet Soarin," Dash smiles as Film chuckles.
"So, tell me," Film says, leaning back in his chair. "What was the real reason you brought me here?" Dash's brain buffers for a second before she looks over at him with her best-confused look.
"What?" Dash asks, shrugging. "Can't a mare ask her best friend for some help while her stallion is away?" Film raises an eyebrow at her as a sly smile crosses his face.
"Got ya," Film thinks as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Best friends are we now?"
"You literally had your dick inside of me, of course were best friends," Dash says surprisingly seriously.
"True," Film nods. "But you only have ever called Fluttershy that," Film leans forward on the table. "So, what was the real reason you want me here?" Dash shifts a bit under his gaze. His eyes glazing over as his eyes somehow bore deep into her brain.
"Do you have to use The Stare?" Dash asks, looking away from him. His eyes still burned into her head.
"It's been surprisingly useful sense Fluttershy taught it to me," Film responds back with a smile, easing back into a sitting position. "Ah…" Film wispears in pain as he slowly moves his right wing a bit so he can look at it. Dash jumps up at the apitunity to change the subject. Literally, she juped out of her chair.
"You all right?" Dash asks, walking swiftly over to him.
"I'm fine," Film says, gritting his teeth a bit. "I think I bent a few of my feathers,"
"Let me help you," Dash says, moving so she is behind his wing bafore gently grabbing it with her hooves.
"I'm all right," Film responds back with a hint of anger in his voice.
"No you aren't," Dash responds back. "You are just as stubborn as me, so spred them wings," Dash says before poking a muscle right between his shoulder blads and his wings. He blushes a bit as his wings spread out. His wings were almost double the size of a regular pegasus, making them almost comically large. "Wow…" Dash whispers, looking at his full wingspan.
"No fair," Film crosses his hooves over his chest in a mocking pout.
"You aren't the only one that knows presser points," Dash responds before looking over his wings. "When was the last time you preend yourself?" Dash asks, looking at his messy feathers and dirt in every creves it could find.
"Gazuntite," Film responds back. Dash looks at him with a dead paned exprestion on her face. Film could feel her gaze from the back of his head. "What?" Film shrugs. "What is preening?"
"That explains it," Dash sighs as she gets to work straightening and cleaning his feathers.
"Explains what?" Film asks as Dash spits out a feather that had just fallen out without any resistance.
"Why your wing hurts so much," Dash responds back. "You don't clean, realign, and pull out feathers to keep your wing clean,"
"I take showers," Film says as Dash goes back to cleaning his feathers up. "I can't fly without the metal wings so the feathers don't matter much, but why would I need to pull them out," Dash pulls back and looks at him like he's crazy while having feathers in her mouth. Film turns his head a bit to look at her before chuckling.
Dash spits out the feather before responding with great worry in her voice, "Because then your new feathers can grow in without causing you so much pain!"
"Is that what the sharp pain is?" Film asks.
"Yes!" Dash yells, exasperated.
"You need to remember I was not raised by any pegasi," Film says, turning back around.
"You should have learned that in school," Dash responds back before going back to cleaning his feathers.
"When?" Film asks.
"During sex ed…" Dash thinks for a second before realizing. "We fell asleep during that lesson,"
"Why would I…" it dawns on Film as a light blush forms on his face. "Right, the pudding incident," Film says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Film sits in silence as Dash cleans his wing. She twists feathers back into places while pulling others out and spitting them to the ground. She grunts in pain, getting Film's attention. "You all right back there?" Film asks, looking back at her in concern.
"Ya," Dash quickly says. "I'm fine," Film turns back around skeptically. Dash continues on cleaning his wing before she asks, "Was I good?"
"What?" Film asks, trying to look back at her.
"Was I good in bed?" Dash reiterates.
"That's a very subjective question," Film responds, turning forward.
"Not an answer," Dash shoots back.
"Not like you did much,"
"You're betting around the bush," Dash responds back.
"I'm not wrong," Dash sighs at Film's remark before nodding in agreement. "You are the first mare I've actually had sex with," Film says, causing Dash to look at him in confusion. "Not including being rapped," Film quickly adds.
"What about the pudding incident with Flutters?" Dash asks before going back to cleaning his wings.
"Other than foreplay we never ended up having sex," Film responds.
"Never?!" Dash asks with genuine shock in her voice.
"Never," Film confirms.
"I always assumed you two were closer than that," Dash responds back focusing on his wing. Film sits in silence, looking around the room as she continues to clean up his terrible wing.
"So…" Film drags out. "Why did you bring me here?"
"You're clean now," Dash says, standing up. "Just remember to clean the feathers and pull on them gently to pull out any loose feathers," Dash says, walking over to other side of the table and sitting down.
"You're deflecting the question," Film responds back. Dash sighs as she slumps back in her chair.
"There is a selfless and selfish reason I asked you over," Dash starts to explain. "I'm not actually in heat, I thought you having sex in a relatively safe environment would help with the PTSD thing,"
"Knew it," Film responds with a smile.
"Knew what?" Dash asks, raising an eyebrow.
"You were not in heat," Film explains. "It's midsummer and you had your heat the first month of spring,"
"How do you…" Dash blushes as she realizes something. "Oh… right,"
"Me and Fluttershy weren't the only ones that had a little sex-related incident," Film responds with a smile. "So what's the selfish reason?"
Dash takes a deep breath as her heart rate skyrockets before sighing. "I wanted to have sex with you," Dash says before explaining. "Ever since the magic storm incident in Ponyvill several years ago, I've kind of fallen in love with you," Film looks down at the table as he processes the information. "Tho, if I'm being honest," Dash says, looking over at Film. "I think I liked you since elementary school. I was just to big-headed to understand,"
"I can see that," Film nods.
"And before you say anything," Dash quickly adds, leaning forward and pointing a hoof at Film before he can even speak. Film closes his mouth before Dash continues. "I still love Soarin with all my heart. I just wanted to have my old friend back and maybe just a bit closer," Dash explains, leaning back into her chair.
Film sighs, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at the ground. Dash looks around the table while she scratches her hoof against her arm. "If we are being brutally honest with each other," Film says, looking over at her with an even expression. "Then I have to confess," Dash looks up at him while tilting her head a bit to the side. "I think I've loved you to sense elementary. I just never asked because I thought I never would live up to your standard,"
"So you ended up falling in love with Fluttershy," Dash whispers.
"Yep," Film nods. He looks down at the ground at his metal wings for a few seconds before it dawns on him. "Oh Surger High In Taranto! I should have left a while ago," Film says, standing up and grabbing his wings.
"Why?" Dash asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "Got a hot date?"
"Bold is probably wondering why I haven't come home yet," Film corrects her as he straps down his wings onto his body.
"Good point," Dash responds before walking him to the door. "Don't forget your flight jacket," Dash says, handing him his jacket.
"Thanks," Film says before sliding it on.
"Why do you even have that?" Dash asks before Film opens the door.
"Acid gave it to me," Film responds, turning around to face Dash. "He told me it was a present for him from Spitfire. He doesn't wear jackets, so he gave it to me,"
"Oh," Dash says as Film turns around and walks out onto the cloud. "I guess I'll see you later then," Dash says as Film unfurls his wings and looks them over.
"Yep," Film replies before spotting something in his right wing. Tucked in with a group of feathers was a cyan feather holding onto his wing. Film looks back at Dash, who smiles at him kindly. Film smiles back before jumping up and taking off into the air. Dash watches him as he flies back towards Canterlot as the sun starts to lift above the horizon line.
(Time Skip)
"I'm home!" Film yells out happily as he walks into the apartment. He closes the door before sliding off his flight jacket.
"How was it?" Bold asks as he walks out from the kitchen into the living room.
"I think it went well," Film says with a big smile. "Granted, I've never had sex with a mare before, so it was a very different experience," Film explains as he walks over to Bold.
"Someone is in a better mood now," Bold responds back with a smile.
"I feel better," Film confirms with a nod. "And for once I could use my Pegjet training for good use," Bold raises an eyebrow at Film. "It's a type of self-defense aimed at pegasus to pegasus combat on the ground with the aid of wings," Film explains to Bold.
"How does that come to play in sex?" Bold asks.
"A lot of pegasus pressure points are also very pleasurable when hit right," Film explains.
"Do you think you could teach me a few," Bold says, lightly nudging Film with his elbow.
"Do you know any earth pony pressure points?" Film asks, leaning his head against Bold's chest while looking up at him.
"A few good ones," Bold responds with a sly smile.
"Then meet me in the bedroom big guy," Film says before walking towards the hallway.
"Good to see you back Film," Bold says with a smile before following him into the bedroom.