Why They Call Her Cloudchaser

"Hey, Rainbro. How many shots is this now?"
>Rainbow Dash tries to count the glasses in front of her but you're pretty sure she's seeing double.
>"Twennifourrrr?"
>Maybe triple.
>You try to bump her hoof but you both succeed in stumbling a bit.
>Laughter ensues.
>Another successful night out with the bro, complete with no attempts of her trying to guilt trip you into suddenly dating her.
"Dash, ya think I gotta chance with 'er ova there?" You wipe your mouth, straighten up, and point in the distance of the bar.
>She follows your pointing and instantly tries to hold back her laughter.
"What?"
>"CLOUDCHASER? Sure, Anon! Go for it!" She's snickering like crazy.
>What could be wrong with her?
>Totally rad mane. From what you could hear, a pretty sexy voice. She was sipping on something a little more classy than you were.
>And you were Anon.
>It was in the bag.
>You could hear Dash's signature explosive laughter as you pushed her aside and walked over to her table.
>Her sister Flitter was there, too.
>Lots of Pegasi here, in fact.
>Earth ponies worked too much and said it made them sluggish the next day. Unicorns seemed to be above alcohol or would only drink wine. Made sense that the free-spirited flyers would chase the bottle.
>You nodded as your approach finished, completely forgetting what you planned to say.
"My frien' ova there dared me I wouldn't be able to sit with ya two lovelies. Help me prove her wrong?" Still slurring, but trying to pull something semi-charming out of your ass.
>They look over and see Dash composing herself before raising a toast with a shot glass and knocking it back.
>Flitter smiled at you and then turned to Cloudchaser, whispering something to her.
>"Oh! Of course! Please, sit with us." Cloudchaser actually pulled up another chair so you could sit between them.
>You sat and waved at your Rainbro, who still had a gleeful smile and was tearing up again.
>Should you be worried or...?
>"So... what was your name again? Anon, right?" Flitter's scratchy voice was vaguely reminiscint of a Rainbow Dash that lived in a trailer park.
>Cloudchaser stepped in, "Sis, why don't you get us another round?"
>Flitter cleared her throat and nodded, leaving you with her sister.
>Whose hoof was sliding up your leg.
>"I don't really think you came over here just cause Ms. Dash dared you to."
"Sure she did! Made it sound like I didn't have a chance."
>"That's not what those hungry eyes you have said."
>Maybe she's had a few too many as well. This could work in your favor.
"Guess I shouldn't keep lying, then. You want to get out of here?"
>She grinned and took your hand between her hooves as she lowered to the ground.
>You followed her through the bar, giving Dash your best gettin_laid_tonight.jpg sneer you had.
>She simply waves at you with a shake of her head.
>...

>You're in bed now.
>You always found making out with mares a challenge.
>Really thin lips and a tongue that was longer than yours that liked to go a little too far.
>It would have been nice if you were submissive or something, but maredom was strictly when you were being nice and you barely even knew this girl.
>Males being in charge in Equestria. You were such a forward thinker.
>Back to drunken tongue wars with this tipsy mare.
>Your hands were working along her tiny back, over her wings, up and down her flank.
>She especially loved when you paid careful detail to her wings, moaning into your mouth her appreciation.
>She started to grind against you.
>Her torso wasn't quite as long as yours, so the result was a bit silly.
>You decided to pull your shirt off in case she ended up too excited.
>Looks like her body decided to follow your shirt.
>You now have her thighs as earmuffs and marehood in your face.
>She still grinding, pushing her winking slit to your mouth.
>Fucking Cloudchaser. Didn't I just mentally confirm I wasn't into the maredom thing?
>You decide to fight back and wrap your arms around her thick legs, lapping generously.
>She's collapsed against your headboard and making praises to Celestia and some other unintelligible stutters.
>Back in control.
>"Anon, I'm gonna..."
>You knew they were quick, but this was ridiculous.
>She tried to separate, but you gripped her tighter.
>"Here it comes!"
>Her legs squished around your head and your eyes opened up quickly.
>Something you wish you hadn't done.
>A torrent of ...rainwater? Condensation? It was hard to place this flavor.
>It certainly wasn't sqaush soup.
>All that left was...

"Are you fucking PISSING?"
>You pulled back enough to lift your face up and shout your protest.
>Not that you were minding the flavor or smell, but piss?
>"That's what you wanted, right? Everypony loves when I 'rain' on them!"
"You... do this a lot?"
>She nodded enthuiastically, "When the clouds run dry, I just fly overhead and help out!"
>You were stunned.
>Surely she was breaking some sort of pony law.
>Then you began to think of how dirty this pony actually was.
>It was then that you noticed how hard you were.
"Fuck it. Make it rain, baby."

>You threw the pegasus back and her urine dripped down your front and onto her.
>You began to press your dry cock against her.
>She was tighter than other mares.
>All you could think of was the spray function on a shower head.
>She was still super wet, though, and with a few pokes you were slipping inside her velvety walls.
>Her tongue was already out as you hugged her leg to you and pounded her marehood.
>Since she was so sloshingly moist it was like getting a really slippery handjob with how tight she was.
>Her eyes went crossed and she released again, spraying out all over your thrusting hips.
>It was like you were popping water balloons with your dick.
>Your room began to take on the scent of a sylvan glen post-rainfall.
>Pleasant, but you still can't get over the fact that it's from her piss.
>Apparently it's also a mixture of her actual orgasm, as she seems to have gone full derp.
>You don't let up and give the mare a few more good thrusts before pulling out and turning  her over onto her belly.
>You reach down and pull her up under her torso so she can slip back onto your shaft, fondling her breasts in the process.
>You're tweaking her small nipples while she drives herself onto you like it was estrus.
>This tight mare is making it tough for you to last that long.
>You stop teasing her crotchboobs and massage her back and wings once more, much to her cooing approval.
>She's winking again, getting really close to a monsoon.
>You're already too far gone.
>Her butt presses against you a few more times before you groan and start to dump your load inside her.
>She's biting her lip and flapping her wings slowly now, the sensation of your cum inside her sending her over the edge.
>As you finish and pull out of her you collapse onto your bed.
>You wish you had packed an umbrella.
>She's hovering over your bed now, frantically rubbing her mareclit with her hoof.
>You lock eyes with her and give her your best 'you bitch' expression as her urethra provides another downfall.
>She collapses next to you as well, snuggling up while you remain stiff.
>You wondered if all weathermares were this fucking weird.