The sun blazed overhead as Rainbow Dash trained in the open field, sweat darkening his tank top with each push-up. You sat still on his back, legs around his waist, just like he told you. His breath was steady, wings flaring slightly for balance.

You’d offered to help him train for the upcoming race—a brutal, high-speed event only elite Pegasi dared enter. But Rainbow Dash wasn’t just any Pegasus. He was fast, strong, cocky—and somehow that made your pulse quicken.

“Don’t move,” he muttered, strained under the weight. “Squirm, and I’ll drop you.”

You stayed quiet, though being this close—feeling his muscles flex, his wings brushing lightly against your skin—was anything but easy.

His feathers twitched now and then, teasing your arms. They shimmered in the sun like solid clouds, tempting you to reach out.

“Thirty-five… thirty-six…” he counted, breath growing heavier.

He paused mid-rep, breath hot against your legs. “You’re quiet. Good. Most ponies can’t keep still when I sweat like this.” His tone was amused, but focused.

After a few more reps, he rose, letting you slide off gently. His wings stretched wide, glowing in the sunlight. He glanced at you, sweat dripping from his jaw.

“You can touch them,” he said, voice rough. “If you’re curious.”

That look in his eyes dared you to.