She bumps her snout into the edge of his stomach again and then stands up on her hind legs. Despite the jokes she makes at his expense, he feels more at ease indulging in his kinks with her than with Twilight or the others. The two share an odd camaraderie, given that Rainbow Dash is the only mare he knows who is as big of a lech as he is. Not so much because it tickles, but due more to amusement at seeing his friend get into the moment. Spike giggles when Rainbow Dash playfully nudges her nose against his side. As he listens to her snicker at him, any regret he held about swiping Twilight’s socks melts away. Being under the tickly hooves of a toned mare like Rainbow Dash is an exceedingly rare treat for him. His body already quivers in anticipation. She does the same with his ankles the little dragon is left splayed on the hammock with both his arms and legs stretched out from him. It takes only a moment before his wrists are entirely tangled and tied in the fabric. She pushes his arms up above his head and uses her teeth to begin tugging bits of strings over his wrists. He soon understands why she wanted him to. Spike climbs into the knitted web of cloth and lays on his back. “You’ve been sleeping in a hammock? Isn’t that uncomfortable?” The rented hut is cramped, with little more than a couple shelves and a hammock stretching from one end to the other. Spike is immediately grateful that Twilight shelled out for a hotel suite. She pulls the cloth curtain away from the door to let him in. Even with the salty breeze of the sea brushing over them, the sun’s rays keep the shore awfully warm. It may be nice to get out of the sun, anyway. But if it will make Rainbow Dash more comfortable, Spike is fine with it. The place is already deserted vacation season is months away. She leads him away from the beach and onto the soft grass, towards her rental hut. Probably better not to do this out in the open and look like a couple of freaks.” Fortunately, the mare is assertive enough for the both of them. With the chance of actually being tickled by her becoming a reality, he suffers a sudden bout of bashfulness. Although Rainbow Dash usually isn’t the star of his fantasies, he’s stolen more than a few glances at her fit, athletic body. He rubs at his arms as he waits under her amused stare. I just can’t believe that’s what you want.” I’d way rather tickle you than get tickled. And then snorts, laughing and stamping the ground with her hoof. I was thinking that instead of me tickling you, we could, um, maybe do it the other way around.” Rainbow Dash’s rosy eyes remain fixed on him and she cocks her head to the side. Spike fidgets for a moment, worming his toe claws into the sunbaked sand of the beach. “Just kidding! Now I think we had a deal.” The blue mare flares her nostrils at the insult. Straight from her room,” says Spike, holding up a pair of Twilight Sparkle’s socks. File type: Text File (.txt) - “Are those what I think they are?” asks Rainbow Dash.
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