Anon's morning surprise from Rainbow Dash (NOT MINE)

(INCOMPLETE)
>you crack your eyes open slowly
>the brightness of the lights in the room stings your pupils
>you snap your eyes shut again, wishing that the blinding light would simply disappear
>you stay still for a few more minutes, letting the dryness seep away from your eyes
>Rainbow Dash has already gotten up a while ago, it seems. A little unusual, but Dashie isn't always the most predictable
>you are stirred to keep your eyes ajar by the sound of hooves making their way up the stairs
>the door to your bedroom creaks open
>Dashie steps through, carefully placing each hoofstep as to not jostle the mug of coffee that she has balanced on a tray in her mouth
>"Good morning Anon" she says after gingerly setting the tray on your bedside table
>you glance over at the mug to see a meticulously drawn heart in the froth
>even more unusual
"Morning, Dashie. Thanks for the coffee!"
>she gives you a little smile
"Anything you want to do today?"
>she was obviously waiting for this question, as her eyes dropped to half-lid as the sentence registered
>"Yeah. You."

>your chest spasms for a moment
>you are suddenly more awake than any cup of coffee could make you
>Dashie can see this as clear as day
>she giggles to herself for a moment, probably proud that she could elicit such a reaction from you so quickly
>"Well, go ahead and drink it, I didn't spend 10 minutes drawing that for nothing"
>you reach toward the mug and bring it to your face
>she must have mixed some cocoa in there, as its aroma has already filled our senses completely with richness
>you take a long draw from the earthenware mug
>as it redescends from your vision, you can see Dashie's face contort into a hearty grin
"What?" you ask, confused
>she starts laughing uncontrollably
>after collecting herself, she leans in close to you
>"you just look cute with that mustache"


>you try your hardest not to react to this new development
>without breaking eye contact, you bring the back of your hand toward your face
>She bats your hand aside
>"Nah, I got it."
>Dashie brings her face toward yours
>her tongue flicks forward and swipes part of the coffee-stache away
>she makes a slight grimace
>"Should've put more chocolate in there."
>silence for a moment
>both of you burst into laughter
>Dashie is laughing too hard to stand on her own hooves, and has to lean on the bed to support herself
>after a minute of solid laughter, the two of you calm down enough to speak again
>"No, I like this better."
>Dash tackles you and presses the end of her snout to your nose
>a smile spreads across her face

>Dash attacks your mouth with fervor
>after a moment, she drops her legs out from under her, pinning you with her body
>every time she sweeps her tongue through your mouth, you recieve an intense flavor of cocoa
>you can tell that she must have eaten twice as much chocolate as she had put into the coffee
>Dash is practically pushing the back of your head inside your pillow, as it is currently buckling upward to frame the sides of your head
>She only withdraws when it's obvious that you've run out of breath
>"See? Better."
>you only nod, still trying to bring air back into your lungs
>she giggles a little
>Dashie puts her head underneath your chin and flutters her wings a little
>"whole lot better" she mumbles into your chest


>you put your hand on the back of Dashie's head and hold her to you
>you lazily touch your index finger to a point on the top of her head
>after a second of contemplation, you run it downward through her mane
>you trace a line that goes down the back of her neck
>you curl the end of her mane around your finger a couple times
>after a few more moments of staying still, you start repeating the process
>you complete several more cycles of this action when Dashie nudges your arm with her wing
>you reach for the joint where it connects with her back
>the wing stretches to its fullest extent, while Dashie remains otherwise motionless
>you massage the muscle that is most prevalent to the joint, probably the main one for flight
>As your knuckles roll through, you can feel Dashie start to take slower, deeper breaths, and many of her musles relax

>you turn a bit to your side, letting Dashie flop diagonally
>you catch the back of her head
>she pops one eye open
>evidently, she was nearly sleeping
>you have the advantage this time around
>you lean toward her and kiss at a 90-degree angle
>her eye slowly closes again
>she wraps a foreleg around your back, and covers you with her wing
>her muscles relax again, and it feels almost as if she's melting

>you continue to kiss Dashie for a while
>her ears begin to drop, until they are fully folded to the side
>you let go of her head and wing and allow her to lay flat on her back
>this time, she doesn't even open her eye, but simply smiles thinly and lets out a quiet sigh
>you bring a palm to her belly and begin to rub in gentle circles
>one of her hind legs begins subtly twitching
>you plant a kiss on her nose and one on her cheek, with a tiny touch from your tongue on the latter

>your palm circles begin to drift downward
>it doesn't take her long to figure out where you're going
>Dashie takes in a rather sharp breath and and makes a small sound
>her mouth opens a bit, and her breath quickens enough to the point where it can be heard
>she pushes her hips forward weakly when you have almost reached your destination
>her thighs relax and part enough to allow passage