Dashie Dress Up (Separate Thread) by >>34522619


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                                            >You tie the last bunch of Dash’s mane up and sit back.

                                            >She tilts her head from side to side as the delicately-arranged manestyle leans one way and then the other.

                                            >Her bright red earrings sway from her ears.

                                            >”Okay. Now... uh... the eyeliner.

                                            >She leans towards you and shuts one eye at a time as you carefully draw along the edge of the lids.

                                            >She’s already blushing like crazy.

                                            >If anyone else saw this she’d die of embarrassment.

                                            >She flutters her newly-defined lashes your way, showing off her deep purple eyeshadow and your heart almost stops beating.

                                            “You are beautiful.”

                                            >”H-Hey! Stop it! I told you I don’t go for that girly stuff.”

                                            >Sure she doesn’t.

                                            >You hold onto her hooves and her mouth retracts, bashful.

                                            >Soft, warm, perfectly trimmed and manicured.

                                            >You playfully tap them both together and her blush turns two shades darker.

                                            >”A-Anyway... are you gonna get the dress on me or... are you just gonna sit there?”

                                            >She’s avoiding eye contact; your pretty little girly mare. The makeup really brings out her features.

                                            >You assist Dash in fitting the dress Rarity made onto her; it’s a little tight, and the knots and buttons seem to be endless, but eventually it seems to be on.

                                            >She does a 180 to see how it looks, glancing to the mirror.

                                            “God, you’re pretty.”

                                            >”Hey! I said quit it, Anon! Don’t go lumping me in with all that froo-froo junk! I’m not Rarity, y’know?”

                                            >Even Rarity isn’t this pretty.

                                            >She sits back down and you attend to her face again, this time waiting for her to shut her eyes tightly so you can pad the blusher against her cheeks - not that she needs it.

                                            >She coughs a little, wafting the dust away and opening her eyes again, staring back at you like a helpless puppy.


                                            >You hold one hand at the side of her head and use your thumb to stroke her cheek, feeling the chubby exterior yield to the strong cheekbone beneath.

                                            >She could win Canterlot’s most prestigious beauty contest hooves down.

                                            “You are my beautiful, pretty, feminine little mare.”

                                            >Once more she blushed and throws her gaze awkwardly away from you, but she can’t stop that little appreciative smile playing at the sides of her mouth.

                                            >”I’m warning you, Anon.”

                                            >Her voice carries an elated tone, even if she’s trying to hide it.

                                            >Her voice cracks; almost giddy from happiness. She loves it when you compliment her, even if she won’t admit it.

                                            “What are you gonna do?”

                                            >”I’ll... kiss you!”

                                            “Oh yeah?”

                                            >”Uh huh, so you better stop!”

                                            “Pretty.”

                                            >”Hey!”

                                            “Little.”

                                            >”Anon!”

                                            “Mare!”

                                            >She leaps forward and tackles you to the ground with all that pent-up athletic strength she has.

                                            >That beautiful face lowers towards yours; those eyes gracefully shut with a waft, lashes dark and defined against the shadow on her lids.

                                            >She presses her mouth into yours and forces her tongue past your lips and between your teeth.

                                            >It skirmishes with your own tongue, exploring your mouth in a wet, passionate frenzy.

                                            >Even if she looks like a dainty countess she’s making out with the aggression of a feral lion.

                                            >You throw your arms around her as she continues her aggressive kissing.

                                            >She breaks away to giggle girlishly and then sinks back for round two, this time planting kisses down all over your neck.