Oh, I've got one of those, too!

Chapter One

by Damocles23

Some mares really got to have secrets.

In the sea of streamers, laughter and jaunty pop tunes dancing out of the old, but still functional, gramophone, the only pony whose smile started to uncharacteristically and suddenly falter was Rainbow Dash’s.

It was mostly because the secret of the mare in question was going to pop out from between her legs, right in front of her closest friends and a few pets. A secret in the form of an obscene, pulsating erect dick.

It wasn’t the first time she’s gotten that stiff in public, but it never happened when she was with her friends, especially during such a simple occasion, like a Pinkie Pie party.

She could only hope to keep the raging meat between her hindlegs in check for the rest of the evening and have a cold shower or two, praying that nopony noticed. The party pony waggling her delicious looking rump in front of her wasn’t helping. At all.

“What do you think about it, Dashie? Do you think that I have too much booty?” Those delicious round flanks danced in front of Rainbow Dash’s astonished gaze, and the half erected member darted forward between her thighs, rubbing against her cerulean belly and pulsating with carnal glee. She steeled her hindlegs and crossed them over her shame and followed with a fake giggle.

“It’s not that bad, Pinkie Pie. It kind of looks the same to me and—” Rainbow’s words were shoved right back into her mouth thanks to an enormous pink butt. She clenched her thighs further, before her huge mark of infamy fully escaped from her blue sheat, while a mere whimper of fear was muffled by the mounds of pink flesh.

“That’s not what Rarity said, is it?” A shifty eyed look was quickly hidden behind a glass of punch, belonging to a white unicorn that really wished to be somewhere else.

“Well, dear, I just said your figure was getting kind of more plump than usual. I’m not saying that—”

“I’m not fat, am I?” the pink pony gasped, while the blue pegasus still struggled for air while buried between the party pony’s buttcheeks. “I mean, I know I’m getting a little more roundy, but F-A-T?”

“Well, smothering Dash isn’t going to help,” said Twilight with an impish smile and proceeded to separate the two with a magical purple hue.

Dash took a deep breath and Pinkie landed softly a few inches away from her on all fours.

“Thanks, Twi,” she panted out, her mind wandering around the most unsexy thoughts possible. Everything to forget the enticing aroma of the pink pony’s nether regions, praying for a cold shower that would have arrived too late.

“I was just making a friendly consideration, darling. I’m sorry if I offended you.” Rarity immediately approached Pinkie with a contrite look.

“No problem, Rarity,“ Pinkie chirped, “I know you mean well and you just want me and everypony to look good.” The pink pony stopped with a vacant stare and wore her usual puppy smile while Rarity happily finished her glass, relieved. “But wait a minute, Dashie!”

“Uh? What is it?” The pegasus threw a quick look to the door, still concerned by her wild genitals rubbing with ferocious need against her inner thighs. Rainbow gulped and groped for those unsexy thoughts. Her mind summoned Snowflake in a skimpy thong, shaking dangerously close his hairy, greasy buttocks near her face...

Yes, that did the trick.

“You didn’t finish. I’d like to hear your opinion at least, since you’re athlete and everything. How do you manage to look so good?” the pink pony asked with an innocent and inquisitive look, wagging her tail.

Rainbow mentally sighed in relief while her eyes wandered very far from that inviting pink cushion. That delicious, completely hot rear behind managed to, even if was getting a little more plump than usual, maintain a fine, perfectly round contour without an ounce more of bodily fat than necessary. Her cheeks flushed red for her remark, too. It was always nice to be complimented on her looks.

“Well, let’s start by saying you’re not out of shape. It’s not like you do anything but eat sweets and work at the shop. I mean you certainly worked today to set up this party.” She glanced at the decorations around her. “And for the one the other day and the day before that—”

“Don’t forget that one you set up for Mayor Mare’s nephew last week,” Fluttershy pointed out while floating and dancing to the happy tune of the gramophone.

“And that one for mah little sis’ birthday. That was a really good party,” Applejack intervened, munching on a pastry.

“Like I was trying to say”, Rainbow continued, “You just need a more proper set of exercises and you’ll be alright in keeping in check those wild flanks of yours.”

“A more organized training regime is the answer for everything!” Twilight’s eyes shone and quivered with an enthusiastic light, “I agree with Dash.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes and chuckled, “Yeah, I’m sure you do. Well, I think we have the ‘Egghead seal of approval there’, so I guess we’re good, right?”

Twilight stuck out her lower lip and pouted while still managing a strained grin. Rainbow knew she wasn’t really offended by the remark, of course, and the grin slowly turned into a restrained chortle which Pinkie and Fluttershy joined.

“But I do train! The twins require an absolutely perfect performance. First class entertainment that requires occasional—”

“Exactly. That occasional has to go!” Dash ran to the pink pony and poked her in the chest with a hoof. “Do you want to be ‘plump’ forever?”

“You mean FUR-EEE-VHEEER?” Pinkie’s voice boomed and distorted itself. The sound of thunder cracked in the distance...on an otherwise clear day. Nopony commented on the issue, for good reason.

“Yeah! But plump is just the start. The start of a downward spiral of eternal chubbiness!” The white unicorn extended a hoof in disbelief towards the two while her half opened mouth contorted in a way that was basically saying: “ I can’t believe we have just come to this.” Something twitched against Dash’s belly and, suddenly, the word come stopped being appropriate.

The party pony gasped and bit her hooves while the white unicorn pouted with guilt. “I just made a friendly remark...” she mumbled. Fluttershy couldn’t help but try to contain an impossibly educated giggle.

“Yes, Pinkie! And you would be forever known as—”

“Don’t say it!” Terror clutched the pink pony’s heart while Twilight hit her forehead with a hoof in complete embarrassment. Applejack covered her eyes with her hat, still stifling a little laugh.

“Yes! Plumpy Mc Plump-Pony! Search your feelings. You know it to be true.”

Pinkie fell on her rump and shaked her hooves at sky in denial and absolute terror, screaming as if she could tear the skies apart, “NEEEEEEIIIIGHHH!” To her side came both Twilight and Fluttershy, comforting the party pony in a hurry.

“Maybe you didn’t need to go that far,” said the purple mare while patting Pinkie’s back, biting her lower lip in deepest concern. The rose mare with her rose colored mane shot a look of burning disapproval. Dangerously close to The Stare, even.

A twinge of guilt bit the back of Dash’s brain, but her taste for the dramatic could be the salvation for the both of them. “But don't worry, Pinks. There’s somepony that can still help you.”

The party mare jumped on her fours and stared deeply into the blue pegasus’ eyes, poking her nose with her own. “Who is it, Dashie? Who? Who?”

“Well, the coolest mare in Equestria, of course.” Dash’s ego began to inflate, swelling with glee. “A pony smart, cool, awesome and not so hard on the eyes.” All of the mares in the room rolled their eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh, while the pink mare wildly stared in front of her in breathless admiration. “Not to mention the fastest flyer in Equestria, if not the world!”

“Not to mention modest.” , Applejack mumbled with the driest and most deadpan look in her arsenal. Rarity nodded with her usual composure.

“You have any idea who that could be?” Rainbow swelled her chest with pride and closed her eyes, waiting for the pink mare to satisfy her ego, basking in the pure admiration her friend had for her...

“Of course! Derpy!” Rainbow’s wings deflated just like her ego, her self esteem, her hopes, dreams, her self image and, for some reason, her stallionhood. She had just discovered that Pinkie Pie also has the awesome power of killing an erection with mere words.

Even Twilight looked embarrassed for her. “I, um, I think Dash was talking about herself.” Fluttershy was ready for another comforting hug, this time directed to the blue pegasus.

“Oh.” Pinkie’s pupils widened with a comical pop. “I’m sorry, Dashie.” She scratched the back of her head, avoiding the disgruntled athlete’s gaze. “You know...you’re much cooler than Derpy. I mean, you’re so fast and funny and everything you just said...PleaseDashieIwasjustjokingforgivemememememe!”

The pink pony latched herself on the pegasus in a powerful hug, squeezing her tender ribs.

Rainbow rolled her eyes and resigned herself to the crushing embrace, shaked mercilessly by the pink pony’s powerful forelegs. “Don’t worry, Pinkie. We’re cool.”

“No. You’re cool! Totally, impossibly cool. The coolest pony in the world that I hope will still help me get in shape and—”

“Of course I will help you.” The shaking suddenly stopped and a tearful look of gratitude from a pair of crushed blue eyes followed. Her lower lip stuck out and trembled until a high pitched cry escaped from the pink pony.

“Oh my gosh, thank you!” Rainbow’s ribs almost popped and threatened to escape that blue and squishy prison subjected to numerous and too often tortures. ”I promise I will make you proud of me.”

Dash chuckled nervously, trying not to think of the pain, focusing instead on other things, like Pinkie’s enthusiasm and cheerfulness that, while a bit painful, was also appreciated. “Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re my friend, remember?”

“And you’re mine. My besty-bestest friend.” Pinkie buried her face deeper in Rainbow Dash’s coat, snuggling on her with all the subtlety of an annoyed bear. A pink, squeeing, totally adorable bear. A few broken ribs were worth it for being held in such a high regard. Higher than even the pegasus could hope to be, up there, in the clouds. “So, how about tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow morning?”

“Uh? Of course. Tomorrow is Sunday and the shop is closed on Sunday so I guess we could.”

“That’s my girl.” Rainbow patted Pinkie on her curly head and she went hopping on her merry way like nothing ever happened.

“See you tomorrow, workout buddy!” she replied with a freakishly wide grin before diving face first into a chocolate cake that looked like it was placed there for that same purpose. Knowing Pinkie, it probably was.

Rainbow glanced in the direction of Rarity, shaking her head left and right while the cream colored mare tended to her. “Promise me, dear: the next time I say anything, stop me.”

“Well, we know you didn’t do that on purpose. Even though... I don’t know. Pinkie seemed strange.”

“Oh, now you noticed.” Rarity rolled her eyes before bursting into a laughter that all the girls, Pinkie included, joined. The perfect, fitting conclusion for an evening that could have turned in a disaster very quickly. But for this very reason, that laugh still felt bitter in Dash’s mouth.

The metaphorical bullet was dodged, but for how long?

***

She slammed her door even though the cumulus forged walls barely made a sound. She needed to hit something, anything, whenever she felt so nervous—no doubt aided by the basest of instincts gnawing at the back of her mind. Basically, she needed to jerk off really badly, lest the world suffer the destruction of reality itself! Or passing the rest of the night in an awful mood, same thing, really.

How could she explain this secret to her closest friend? How would the girls look at her? Like some kind of freak, a half-breed...a monster, maybe?

No. Not from them. Never from them. She would have compassion, understanding and caring...and never be seen under the same light. That same light she cared for, far more than being fully understood. The strict laws of ‘coolness’ didn’t have place for that luxury.

That secret had to be brought to her grave and not even those wonderful friends could know, sadly.

A special somepony, a pony that would be understanding and loving, a pony that would be so kind to accept Dash for what she is and not for what’s between her legs would be a blessing. Rainbow was never the kind to lose hope this easily: in the wide world of the Equestria, there must be a pony like that.

Her outright refusal of anything she deemed sappy, though, interrupted that brief romantic moment, so she could finally focus on more mundane affairs, i.e. her throbbing penis finally allowed to breathe the air of the night.

Curved to a rakish angle, it was blessed much more of girth than length, even though it was long enough to put a lot of dicks to utter shame. Not that she saw many of them. In the flesh, of course. The tip bulged outwardly as her medial ring glistened in the pale moonlight in a pure, old fashioned, mare-plumbing way. Below it stood her normal mare parts, her clitoris perfectly aligned with the massive bulgy vein on the center of her blue cock.

She saw her pride twitching and spasming while a tip of precum slowly fell to the cloudy floor. Her marehood started to burn of lust and, she admitted it, narcissistic joy. She knew it was time to clear her head of these thoughts...and of some semen along the way, of course.

With almost detached fashion she gingerly moved a hoof toward her penis and brushed lightly against the smooth skin. The mere touch of just a centimeter made her tremble and shiver, sending a wave of cruel titillation across her spine, along with electric jolts of carnal madness.

Rainbow Dash never backed down from a challenge and rubbed further along the lower part, pleasure already wrecking her mind as her male part stiffened and extended itself, forming a perfect curve with her belly. Her other hoof moved of its own will and grabbed, firmly, her penis. The lustful massage began, and she could feel her semen begging to burst out, before its burning need poisoned her rationality further. Its piercing, musky scent filling her nostrils wasn’t doing anything but help this proposition come true.

The strokes went frantic, fueling her massive arousal at a steady pace. Her extremely sensitive appendage pulsed and shivered at every flick of her hooves, at every rough stroke, and thoughts of her glorious and lustful goal of spraying her cream all over the cloud bank filled her mind like white noise, her voice cracking and coming out in sticky globs. Her wings tanned and fluttered frantically, losing a few feathers to the violent spasms of her body, each curve flailing wildly in the air as her stallion-meat throbbed and shook.

Thus it continued until the unexpected happened: drowned in the pleasure of the moment, two beautifully round pink orbs appeared before her. She could see them shaking in front of her, begging to be taken, sharing their exquisite warmth on the tip of her cock, searching for its prey, until a gentle guiding hoof drove them below, just enough, to a wet, wonderful prize and the impossibly sweet voice that owned it squealed of delight when that dripping marehood was pierced...

Oh, Dashie...

She floated in the air as her massive girth exploded, sending fast spurts of cum all over the house. Pleasure, forged in the heavens themselves, surged across her shaft and to her very soul while her hips thrusted in and out, lost in the imaginary pussy.

The first one jettisoned its way so hard that it pierced her cloudy floor, sending the white projectile down on Ponyville. Another spurt came out weaker but shot fast enough to disappear in the opposite direction of the first one and into the aether and beyond. Or probably it went through the ceiling and stuck on the roof.

The third one came out much stronger than the previous one, so much to make a good kind of pain ripple across her shaft, followed by a howl of pleasure. She glanced nervously at her window and saw it fortunately closed, so the sound of her lustful fun would remain private.

Other shots of jizz came out at a drastically reduced force, reducing in time to a mere trickle of semen and then just a few, slow drops. Her shaft went flaccid as the athlete could see the results of her works in the form of small lakes of semen gleaming like a pearl necklace on the cirrus, slowly absorbed by the cloud and disappearing from sight, leaving just it’s pungent scent.

Along with the frustrated pants and sighs coming from her orgasm wrecked body, her mind was clear enough to feel something else among the satisfaction: guilt.

Guilt for seeing her friend as an object, for letting her basic need fantasize about her in such a squalid way and for having enjoyed it. Most of all, she felt the horrible feeling that this will happen again because Rainbow Dash was a growing pony with needs...and with a friend with a really sexy butt....

Dash waved her hoof at the ridiculous thought and prepared for a nice, long night of sleep before meeting again the pink pony. Her friend. A friendly meeting with the least amount of sexy butt as possible.

She hoped, but not too much.

***

Sometimes the simplest of solutions is the right one. The band aid placed above her stallionhood itched and pressed uncomfortably against her skin, but it was sufficient for its purpose. Hay, she even found one the same color of her coat! Columbia blue is not a color that common, especially to find in a pharmacy.

Rainbow adjusted her mane and knocked at the door of Sugarcube Corner. Immediately the door opened to reveal the party pony in full training regalia: dark blue short shorts, a white shirt and a green sash on her head that squeezed her poofy mane like a cotton candy accident.

“How do you do that, Dashie?”

Rainbow turned toward her friend and noticed something missing. That fervor, that energy of Pinkie was somehow...gone. Well, almost gone. It was as if the bubbly and hyper-energetic pink pony had shed that otherworldly enthusiasm and came back to earth, to reality, for a fleeting moment.

“Uh?” Of course, the mare was taken abash by this instant change. ”Do what? Being awesome? It’s kinda my thing—”

“Putting up with me,” Pinkie blurted out and sighed, interrupting the boastful act of her friend as she hopped on the stairs and up to her room. She gazed at the wooden pavement of Pinkie's domain, her eyes wandering among a collection of small cushions scattered on the floor.

“W-What do you mean?” The pegasus cocked an eyebrow, confused. Dash reached out a tending hoof toward her friend and felt something warm growing in her chest. Pinkie’s sudden seriousness breached her heart and screamed at the pegasus that right there, right now, Pinkie needed her. The Element of Loyalty answered without further ado. “Putting up with you? You are my friend.”

“Remember at the party? I called you Derpy and latched onto you like some kind of sea thingy that attaches itself to rocks. You didn’t even get mad.” The pink pony landed belly and chin first on her bed, giving a full view of her generous butt to the pegasus...again.

This time, she noticed her blue shorts were way too tight, almost squeezing her generous curves to a ridiculous degree. With a weak pomf her wings shot themselves behind her back, the pink pony still blissfully unaware and burying her face in a faded magenta pillow. Rainbow shook her head of these thoughts and closed her wings with her hooves, floating to the bed, next to her friend.

“Well, it was a joke. At least that’s what you said. I told you I wasn’t mad about it.”Her smile was sincere and comforting, but it fell on blind eyes. That curly pink head still stared at her headstand.

“You know, Dashie...” she began drawing a circle with her hoof on the sheet, “I really wanted an excuse.”

“Uh? For what? If you think we are going to skip out on your workout just because of that cute little face—”

“I know I’m getting more plump and all. Rarity coming out with that line was just dumb luck. I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

Dash’s acts were being taken apart one by one, until only the true, loyal friend of Pinkie Pie was needed.

“Well, you could have just asked. I like staying with you. Maybe I can stay for a sleepover. How about that? Watch a movie, eat pies, the usual stuff.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I feel like I...tire you girls. I care so much at making you happy that, I dunno, maybe I’m overdoing it or something.”

“That’s bullward,” Rainbow said bluntly, but still without raising her voice, “You're not a bother. You’re cute and funny and totally awesome. You make me and all the girls laugh and feel fantastic—W-Why are we even having this conversation?”

Pinkie sighed again, not moved one inch by Dash’s heartfelt confession. Normally the pegasus would be bothered of having shown such private feelings without even noticing, but her friend’s well being was more important than, well, anything for her. The laws of coolness could be disregarded for a good friend’s sake. Which was, strangely, one of the rules themselves.

“What do I have to do to make you mad at me?”

“You can’t. You’re too pink and snuggly for that.” This cannot continue, Rainbow said to herself and the Element of Loyalty had to take the pink pony’s shtick and make her smile again. A true, genuine, contagious smile so the world may be a better place. “Buuut since I’m not that good with words...”

The party pony lifted the lock of the mane in front of her eyes and briefly caught a flash of the purest blue lunge at her and throw her on the floor. Pinkie Pie squealed and threw her hindlegs upward as Dash’s hooves moved up and down her sides.

“S-Stop it, Dashie. Now it really tickles,” she chortled, dissolving into wild, vibrant laughter and flaying around her limbs.

“Not until you become funny again!”The pegasus worked her tickling lower and lower, focusing her intent on Pinkie PIe’s plump flanks while trying not to get herself kicked by the still laughing pink pony. Pinkie’s laughter grew louder and dreamier with every passing second before her hind legs flashed forward and tightly locked themselves around the daredevil’s waist.

“Oh, you’re paying for this, D-Dashie!” She grabbed Rainbow by the withers and buried her snout in the pegasus’ shoulder.

“I’m a few bits shorts right now.” Rainbow’s laughter grew nervous as her magenta gaze locked with Pinkie’s charming blue eyes. The smile she desperately tried to make true again was mere inches from her face, matching her own.

“What about paying in kind...” Pinkie whispered in her ear and the world simply stopped.

The pegasus closed her eyes and she felt a pleasant heat floating on her lips along with an impossibly sweet taste of taffy being left over her tongue. Rainbow’s heart beat faster and faster and her cheeks flushed a burning red. When she fluttered open her eyelids and saw the pink earth pony with her lips puckered, she closed her eyes and held her breath.

“P-Pinks...”

She liked it. The pegasus stood frozen, licking her lips to savor to the last once again that sweet, incredible aroma of taffy that still lingered on her. She needed some time to register what happened, being kissed by her best friend and all, but the only thought that was violently making its way into her mind was how much she liked it.

Before the pink pony’s mouth moved to say words of concern, or worse, of guilt, her lips were pressed against a pair of eager blue ones. Soft, simple and plain, more like a brush of lips against lips than a kiss. Dash’s trademark grin completed the picture, throwing the gauntlet at the pink pony.

The piqued party pony darted her tongue forward and pierced her lover’s complacent grin, forcing a dreamy moan from Rainbow Dash, sharing the sound of her delight in their kiss. Pinkie deliberately worked her way in her friend’s maw, sending Dash’s mind into a country of pure, acute bliss. The pink pony rolled the pegasus daredevil on her wings, stiffened with glee, causing her to let out a small squeak of pain, swiftly drowned in the excitement of the moment.

“I like you, Rainbow Dash!” she said softly as tears were crossed a smile that reached ear from ear. “And not in the way you like barley flavored milk or corn-cakes, but like like! Always did and always will!”

“R-Really?” Dash wasn’t scared even though her voice and her wings trembled. Surprised, yet delighted, from these turn of events, she felt that it was more than she could or should have have felt. Or maybe it was exactly what she needed. “Why did you tell me about that tiring thing?”

“Because, well, I wanted to know if my favourite pony in the world thought so too.” A bittersweet sentiment was etched in the pink pony’s eyes, until Rainbow’s caressed her cheek and added some much needed sugar. “When I’m with you I feel happier, awesomer, crazier than I’ve ever been. The world tastes sweeter when I am with you.”

She leaned down and kissed Dash on the bridge of her nose, giving a small lick on the cheek. Pinkie’s tongue danced down Rainbow’s neck before starting to coat it in small kisses that rapidly moved along her mane, her cheeks, and for a tauntingly brief moment on her mouth, until all of the rainbow maned daredevil’s head was covered in kiss marks. “That’s why I wanted this: just you and me and, oh my gosh, I’m so happy you like me back...Right?”

Dash answered by giving a quick, chaste peck on her pink cheek. The last chaste thing that will happen that day.

“And you want to know the best part?” Pinkie cooed before she started to bite and suckle on the columbia colored mare.

“Better than this?” she said, still dazzled by contentment and the intensity of their lip wrestling. Mostly contentment, actually. Pinkie Pie, though, tasted just so sweet.

“We’ve got the whoooole day!” Pinkie’s tongue slid again into the blue mare’s mouth and enveloped Dash’s own in its warm, wet embrace. Their tongues glided and circled each other sloppily, making the most uncouth slurping noises as Rainbow’s heart raced faster and faster and time lost any meaning, but the thought of pleasuring this mare, loving this pink mare with everything she had...

Until she felt a tight member around her crotch being pulled out and the fresh air sting against flesh that hasn’t felt it in a while. Flesh that flew halfway upward out her and poked the pink plush tummy of the mare above her. Rainbow abruptly broke the kiss, leaving a tiny strand of saliva strewn between their lips. She flew away from Pinkie, hiding in a corner of the bed.

“Dashie, what’s wrong?” Pinkie crawled on her knees to Dash side and placed a hoof on her shoulder. “Did I do something wrong?”

No answer from the horrified pegasus, save for a whimper at the sight of her tip poking right under her belly. She started ventilating as her wings pulsated frantically, trying to shield her sex as well as her face.

“Oh my gosh, I knew it was too soon. Stupid Pinkie Pie didn’t even know if you even liked other mares and I—”

“I do like mares. And stallions, too.” Not that it matters now, she thought. “Never saw much of a difference.”

“Oh. So you don't really like me. I understand.”

If her rock hard penis wasn’t enough, Dash could feel in her heart she didn’t want the pink pony to feel sad. Not even for a second.

Pinkie sat up. “I mean, I’m cute, but you’ll probably want somepony even cuter, or not just cute. Maybe a bombshell like Fluttershy or Spitfire or even Rarit—”

“That’s not true. I mean, I wouldn’t have kissed you back if I didn’t like you. I really like you.” Why are you saying this, Dash? Even if it’s true, which it is, but what should I say? Should I say no and break her heart? But if she wants to do this...and I want this too.

“Then what’s the problem, Dashie? I mean, if you don’t want this I-I can understand.” She spun her hooves, one around the other, oozing out the words in a half-hearted tone.

The pegasus strained out a throaty, copper tasting sigh from her mouth, gulped loudly, and mentally steeled herself to say something that will undoubtedly, absolutely, change everything. “I, well, I don’t know if you’ll still like me so much after this.”

A pair of pink hooves gripped her cheeks and a pair of blue eyes appeared out of nowhere, squeezing against her forehead. “Whatever you do, whatever you say, it won’t change the way I see my beautiful Dashie!”

There it was: that smile. The smile that only Dash could see and was reserved only for her.

The same smile that graced the pink pony whenever she offered her the last mug of cider or whenever she told her about inventing a new stunt.

The sweet, understated understanding smile that she could accept in only a million years and that as long she could see it, the blue pegasus would never be afraid.

“Just promise you won’t scream or gag or jump through the window.”

Pinkie nodded and stifled a little laugh. “If i do the last thing would you be there to catch me?”

Dash relinquished a nervous laugh and, without further hesitation, gulped and opened her legs, letting her stallion pride see light and Pinkie Pie’s freakishly large, full toothed smile. She averted the party pony’s gaze while her penis grew to full size while the halfway detached band-aid finally flew away in the wind to let her hardened pride free, complete with an elegant strand of cum sticked to her belly. The air frizzled against its surface and it twitched inelegantly just as Rainbow’s ears, bracing for a scream of terror and disgust...that never came.

“Wow.” Pinkie’s lips formed a perfect ‘o’ while she stood in silent amazement. The pink pony stood unblinking and unmoving while eyeing Dash’s still growing member. It looked almost like it never had a fixed length, but just decided it on its own, depending on the occasion. And the occasion demanded a couple inches more, just to further impress her friend.

“Well, I guess now you know.”

“Wow.” Pinkie repeated before a wheezing laughter. “But how did you...? I mean, wow! How did it...?”

“Well, it’s kind of boring. You see—” Dash’s words were choked back in her mouth by a squishy pink hoof.

“Waitwaitwait! Let me guess: a magic mishap! I knew Twilight was good, but using you for something like that—Is there something between you two?” She bit her hooves in horrified hurry.

“No, it’s not Twilight’s fault.” Rainbow removed her friend’s hooves from her mouth. “At least this time.”

“Was it Discord? I knew he was still running around and messing with everypony, but why didn’t you say anything?! Oh, Fluttershy is going to be so mad! She will totally not let him become her boyfrie—”

“It wasn’t Discord either.” The mare was getting a little annoyed. Maybe if Pinkie got a little closer to the much simpler truth...

“Dimensional traveling! During our time in the Crystal Empire, because of that meany King you got stuck between our universe and a universe where everypony who is a mare is a stallion and every stallion is a mare and you got fused with your counterpart except in your privates and that’s why—”

“For Celestia’s holy buttocks, I was born this way! Happy now?” Rainbow screamed, almost knocking out the pink pony off the sheets, and pouted, raising her grumpy mood to a level never seen before. She also started thinking the same way Pinkie Pie talks, which wasn’t a good sign.

“Sorry, Dashie. But, well, I’m sorry, but you were right, it is kinda boring.” She hid behind a hoof to hide her barely constrained laugh, and her eyes wandered between Dash’s pout and her shiny black dick. Mostly falling on her dick. “You know, I could have never imagined—”

“Just the way I liked it.”

“I mean, your Mommy and Daddy surely know.”

“And Nurse Redheart. You know, being cool doesn’t mean you don’t get sick sometimes. And I guess we can add you to the list.”

“But were they cool? WIth it, I mean? Your parents and your thingy?” Pinkie scratched the back of her head, her eyes still drawn to Dash’s crotch and barely trying to conceal it.

A tear almost escaped her, yet she isn’t sure why. She sucked it back almost instantly, never letting a much more painful truth come out to hurt the pink pony.

“I’m so glad.” Pinkie pounced Rainbow Dash and squeezed her forelegs around the pegasus’s shoulder, still keeping the lower part of her pink body as far as possible from Dash’s stick, awkwardly shifting her balance across her pink pudgy mass.

“You know, if it makes you uncomfortable you can say that.”

“No, it doesn’t. It was just unexpected to say the least. And it’s friggin huge! Sorry.” Pinkie fidgeted, barely constraining her limbs so as to not flail and jump all over the room and right on top of Rainbow Dash. Not that the pegasus would have complained.“Well, you know...Let’s just come out with it straight: you still want to do it with me?”

“Yes, please. Absolutely. I so want to do it with you that it hurts!” She pressed her hooves to her mouth, but it was too late. The sexually-frustrated pegasus, or better, her male parts had spoken the truth. Pinkie Pie crawled her way on the soft linen and pushed her lips against the pegasus’ own.

There was nothing in their way, nothing to be ashamed of.

Nothing to hide for just one day. Not to her.

A much gentler kiss ensued, the kind of kiss that didn’t necessarily mean lust or just a key to rile up one pony body to mere fucking. It was the kiss of a concerned lover, that only meant comfort and admiration. It oozed of all the kindness and enthusiasm for the pink pony that Rainbow praised so much, all reserved for the rainbow maned daredevil that she accepted with greed.

Her scintillating blue eyes opened themselves to stare and plead at the athlete while those pink hooves that held and caressed her until now, slowly slithered down her her blue sides, ready to reach themselves and cross over her nether regions.

Rainbow nodded and Pinkie gave her a quick peck on the lips followed by a melodious giggle as her tongue darted out and ran over Dash’s belly.

Dash’s fur stood up, glowing of electrical glee. Her loins fueled by desire as the pink tongue ran down and down, she could sense Pinkie’s taunting hot breath on her nether lips. “Wow, you got both things and they look so...”

“Awesome?”

“Nah, not awesome. We keep using that word. Maybe, uuummmm, how about...”

“Radical?”

“Not awesome enough.”

Dash rolled her eyes in frustration. “Cool?”

“Deliciously humptastic!”

She drove her tongue against her exposed pink flesh and Rainbow screamed as a small drop of precum from her shaft trickled weakly onto the sheets. Pinkie’s wonderful, hot breath teased her slit cruelly as her tongue landed delicate brush-like strokes on her marehood, daunting and delicate enough to form a masterpiece of crude arousal.

Adding the occasional suckling and brushing of her delicate lips and snout into the pegasus mare privates, the party mare hammered on her senses, beaten to a pulp and overloaded with raw pleasure.

Between bouts of almost drunken haze, she could see the pink pony pony laughing and bopping her nose on her engorged tip that sprayed the smallest drop of precum on the party pony at each touch. Between her innocent amusement and Dash being titillated on a very sensible spot, it was no wonder that the room became filled by their dreamy giggles.

“You’re so cute, Dashie! But now we’re getting serious...”

It was with a look of mixed terror and anticipation that she watched the pink pony lick her lips and wrap her swollen flare in her warm, soft lips.

In that moment, Rainbow Dash’s hot shaft knew how it felt to be one of Pinkie’s beloved candy sticks. Maybe it was just the mere, accepting touch of another pony or maybe it was that Pinkie Pie was really good at sucking things, but her cock in Pinkie’s tight mouth felt like it was in the place where dreams come to be and some of the greatest magic come true.

“Whoah, Pinks...This is...” Better. Better than anything... than anypony could me make me feel!

Her lips running up and down her shining black dick was far more enticing than the mere touch of a hoof, of anything she could believe. When the party pony’s warm tongue came into the picture, Dash’s lips poured incoherent moans and declarations of carnal madness that spread as a daguerreotype throughput her solid, tense muscles before pouring into her web of nerves and fur, drowning her senses in sea of slobbering saliva.

Pinkie’s gulping went faster and faster as she penetrated her own maw with the blue pegasus’s length while Rainbow grabbed her curly mane and started shoving it into that absolutely fuckable mouth with all the sweetness and subtlety of a train wreck. Of oral sex.

The pink pony gagged and squealed, but was undeterred in her obscene goal and gulped down what her friend offered her with the aid of her hips. Just to demonstrate how awesome Pinkie was, she immediately remembered her pussy and started rubbing her hoof onto her friend’s clitoris. Now the pink pony finally showed her mastery of fuckery and the wave slammed into her and turned the once, kind-of-rational pegasus into a quivering mound of horny blue jelly.

Already brought to the brink by that moist, slippery mouth of her best fiend, her facefucking went out of control until the muscles at the back of her penis somehow untied themselves and the roaring pressure sucked out all of her white jelly from her internal balls, which gurgled lewdly from inside her belly. It came close, so close, she could almost feel her baby batter swirling inside her balls, feeling its cozy warmth simmer within until her cock throbbed and released its boiling content.

Her muscles hardened and enlarged as she came, harder than she ever had before, or dreamed of. An ocean of cum barged from outside her cock as a battering ram of the purest white and filled the pink pony’s mouth. The blue athlete sobbed and laughed as the cumsplosion made her way from inside her to her friend’s cheeks that enlarged slowly like a pink balloon, shooting even some of her precious white ambrosia from her nostrils, before a huge, final slurping came from her flare as the pink orb deflated and Pinkie Pie swallowed her friend’s cream. From those voracious pink lips seeped some of Rainbow’s seed, dribbling back on the surface of her black shaft.

One last stroke of the tongue and the blue mare’s stallionhood , now starting to shrink, escaped from that hungry, soft mouth with a small pop. Spent, exhausted and so completely done, the pegasus could only see a black veil envelope her senses as the curtain finally fell on Pinkie's adorable smile, thick smears of cum playing at the dimples.

“P-Pinkie..” the future Wonderbolt grogged out before being taken by a much deserved slumber, “Am I really your favourite pony?”

“Until the end of the world,” she chirped while caressing Dash’s cheeks with both her hooves and planting a small kiss on her nose. “Forever and ever, Dashie. ”

True happiness filled her heart as she was taken in the world of dreams as the pink pony embraced her and rested her curly head on her chest, instinctively wrapping a loving and protective wing around her.

***

Sometimes, Twilight Sparkle worried about her fellow citizens. Mostly because, to a lack of a kinder terms, she had the pleasure to meet most of the ‘simplest’ ponies she had ever met in her young life. She never thought the worst of the googly-eyed mailmare, but the words of concern gnawing at the back of her purple head told her it was her right, neigh, her duty as an upstanding citizen of Equestria and an example for her fellow ponies to inform her in any way possible, even at the cost to hurt her sensibility.

“You know, Derpy. Your mane looks, um...” She scratched her head, trying to come up for some words that weren’t a synonymous of ‘spikey mess’. Those terrifyingly, stiff blonde spires standing at the top of her head just further fed that suggestion. “Different?”

“How different? You like it?” she beamed, placing a book with the trust of her wing into her saddlebag.

“Well...” She averted her gaze from how shiny her mane looked and shut down every unsavory suggestion her, surprisingly malicious, mind was forging by the second. “It’s some kind of new gel?”

“I don’t know! Last night I was just taking a stroll, you know, I think near Rainbow Dash's place, and a I felt something warm and sticky falling on my head. When I get home I see my mane looking really cool and that’s about it. Glad you like it!” The pegasus waved affectionately at the librarian and flew towards the door. She opened it and the door revealed her two friends, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, landing just in front of her doorstep. Well, just Dash landed while the pink pony hung onto her back for the ride.

Derpy kept the door open for the pink baker while she exchanged a brief, sloppy kiss with the blue pegasus. Pinkie hopped her way inside the library and chirped a salute. “Hi, Twilight!”

“Hello Pinkie. What brings you here?”

“Oh, nothing. Dashie was giving me a lift and I had the awesome idea to go to your place for a while. I just need a favor.” Pinkie blushed and stifled a small smile. The unicorn’s brilliant mind wound down its musings and arrived to an obvious, and quite sweet, conclusion.

“Let me guess. It’s about you and Dash,” she giggled.

“Oh, yes! You may have noticed that Dashie and I, well, are a lot more friendly as of late.”

“You don’t say. The kiss spoke about a thousand words.”

“Ten thousand! Three Hundred Thousand! Six Hundred hundreds of hundred of thousand!” Pinkie skimmed in circles around the purple librarian, a grin plastered on her face, as she looked at her with a mixture of happiness and awe. “But there’s a little problem.” Pinkie stopped in mid air and slowly landed on the wooden floor.

“Huh? Why is that? Is that the reason you came to me?”

“Well, yes. But if you can help, and I’m sure that you can...Nothing can leave these walls. It’s a secret!”

“Yeah, sure. I Pinkie Promise to you to keep the secret. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Twilight quickly repeated the well known mantra and followed with the thoroughly tested series of gestures, punctuated by a slight poke on her eye.

“You know, Twilight, when somepony promises something really, really good to you and you just want to repay the favor because you like that pony and you want her to be happy just as she makes you? And you would do anything for that to happen?”

Twilight nodded.

“I want you to help me grow a dick.”

With that, all the blood fled from the purple unicorn’s face, her left eye weakly twitching in horror and disbelief. Now she was really worried for her fellow citizens and friends...

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