Chapter 2

by Damocles23

There was something new in the air. The citizens of Ponyville couldn’t guess in a million years what it was, but they felt something different on one of Celestia’s sunny afternoons. A trail of a six-colored light swept their blue skies in a single blow, without any pegasus in sight or needed for the daily clean-up.

That’s because only the owner of those brilliant colours was needed up there: a new, enlightened Rainbow Dash, accepting of herself like never before—better, stronger and faster than ever. A new sense of pride guided her wings, jousting through the air currents like a crazy, darting eagle that swooped down on every trace of white that dared to offend this beautiful day, not unlike, dare she say, that same eldritch force that tampered with the weather in the Everfree Forest!

The usually lazy, easy-going pegasus was spurred to those greater heights by the most powerful emotion of all, sappiness not-withstanding: love.

That bubbly pink pony knew Dash, saw Dash as she really was, like nopony else could understand before and, what's more, she had loved what she had seen. How could she not repay her amazing friend with the same thing? Some Element of Loyalty she'd be! But metaphysical obligations weren’t the crux of the issue, nor was it a real obligation for her.

It was a sentiment so pure and so strong that it couldn’t have been guided by mere duty. Nothing ever told her what to do or who to love...except the daily weather report and the latest Daring Do reviews, of course. That pink pony surely ranked six stars out of five in her book.

The only thing compelling her to amazing clean-up feats was the burning desire to further impress the already smitten Pinkie Pie, so that her ‘favorite pony’ could show her how cool Dash really was. Favorite Pony, she thought again...

Luckily there were no other pegasi in sight, or else they would have seen a very giddy pegasus squeeing her flank off with glee.

Love was one thing, but getting a good blowjob really got a pony in a good mood.

The only thing that she regretted was not having spent more time with her Pinkie; she waggled her tail nervously on the cloudy surface as Celestia’s Sun warmed her coat. She wondered what she had to do that was so important at Twilight's place, but surely it wasn't something to worry about.

What, was she going to ask the Egghead Extraordinaire some magical sex advice to awesomely please the Dash during their planned nightly escapades? Now that was a crazy idea...

Luckily, her quickly derailing train of thought stopped dead on its tracks as soon as she saw a bouncing pink ball of awesomeness coming out of Ponyville’s Library. The blue pony rolled on her belly and burrowed her legs in the mushy, cloudy surface, making the comfy cloud her faithful steed.

A quick flutter of her wings and she was just a few inches above the pink pony. “Hi, Pinks!” she chirped, putting on her best smile like a fine dress. Pinkie valued smiles, after all, and Rainbow always wanted to be the best and at her best.

The pink pony pounced on her like a tiger and gripped her in a tight hug, snuggling against her coat so hard that she feared it would catch fire. “Dashie! Oh, I’m so happy to see you.”

“Well, I, ah—” Dash tried to talk, but her words were constantly stopped by the tenacious butterfly kisses that fell on her face as so many comets. “You were at Twi’s for what? Fifteen, twenty minutes?” The smooching stopped as fast as it had started; the pink pony stared blankly at the horizon.

“Oh, that’s true! But, you see, now that you know that I like like you and you like like me I feel so happy happy that even just a second where I can’t see my Dashie when I need my Dashie feels like hundreds of seconds. Even a minute.” Her hug relents a little, turning into something far more intimate and subdued: the kind of hug Dash can return with no fear for her ribs. Her favourite kind of hug. “And I want to spend all of my minutes with you, Dashie.”

“Come on, stop being this adorable. You want me to unleash the tickling hooves of DOOM?!” Her smile of delight turned into a mischievous grin as Dash's blue cylinders of DOOM made their way to the pink pony’s belly.

“No! Nothing has prepared me for those!” Pinkie put a dramatic hoof on her forehead along with the best terrified expression she could muster as she rolled her way around the pegasus on the cloud.

Rainbow ran in circles, chasing the pink pony while matching her laughter with glee.

“Not even your pretty cloud walking spell can save you!” Dash yelled as Pinkie tiptoed her way on the cirrus and inched herself slowly to the edge, only a mere meter separating her from the grassy ground.

“Yup. Since I asked Twilight about that thing I really needed to know, I threw in this spell so I could be with you, aren't you happy?”

“Yep! And in my turf you have no hoooop—” She launched herself against against Pinkie Pie, forelegs wide open... only to find that her pink friend had dodged the propelling pegasus with cat-like grace. The athlete flew right past her and drilled, face-first, right through the cloud. She resurfaced, undeterred, but with a giant, bushy beard of cloud hanging from her chin and upper lip. Of course, Rainbow noticed as she poked the moist and soft thing sticking to her face...and Pinkie noticed even harder as she laughed her flanks off.

“Aren’t you up too early, Granny Dash?! Ahahahahah!” Of course, holding her belly and flaying her hindlegs as hard as she could, the pink pony couldn’t have ever noticed her favorite pegasus very calmly removing the remains of the cloud from her face and rolling it into a ball until it landed in her face faster than she could say ‘cupcake’ three times in a row.

“You’re sure about that, Granny Pie?” Dash snickered as she saw Pinkie Pie poking her face, just like she had less than a minute ago, with an even crazier, three pronged beard style, the mere existence of which spat in the face of the laws of physics, magic and fashion sense. Not that the two cared for those silly little things. In fact, the daredevil pegasus found on her face the same viscous substance again...just as Pinkie Pie lunged at her, grinding her lips against her own in a warm, enveloping kiss.

Every kiss they shared reflected that unpredictable and yet so comforting behavior the pink pony had. Again, the same delicious aroma of taffy invaded her senses as her hooves moved along her soft, chubby curves. Never would the pegasus have suspected of being a ‘chubby chaser’, but she had never tried that before.

As her cheeks were cupped by a pair of pink hooves, Rainbow half opened her eyes and caught a glance of her friend, Twilight Sparkle, at the library’s balcony nearby. She moved a hoof to wave at her while she tried to very delicately break the kiss.

“Hi Twi!” she blurted out. Pinkie noticed and soon joined her blue fillyfriend in the salute.

Strangely, the purple unicorn seemed a little uncomfortable while matching the affectionate gesture, as her lips curled into an awkward grin and just a few seconds later she ran out, slamming the door with a magical purple hue.

“Weird. I hope you didn’t scare her or something, Pinks.” She leaned over to keep kissing the pink pony.

“You have no proof about anything!” Pinkie jumped away from the pegasus, still with her forelegs extended and lacking a chubby pink pony between them, her lips puckered for a kiss that never came. Instead, Pinkie Pie clutched tightly her saddlebag and not Rainbow Dash, in severe defiance of the laws of snuggling with the blue mare. Newly established and ill-defined, of course, but still laws.

“Well, I never said that.” Her pupils darted toward the semi opened bag, noticing a tip of something of the purest translucent black, and back to the pink pony. “What’s in the bag?”

“Something.”

“Something yours?”

“Maybe.”

“Something black?”

“Could be.”

“Something awesome?”

“To-ta-lly!” she sing-songed, whistling after giving a quick poke to the bottom of the bag. “But that’s a surprise. You know the thing about surprises?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Dash.

“They come in different flavors?”

Pinkie Pie pouted in the most adorable way while Dash’s ego inflated with an impertinent snicker, having found a joke so dumb that even Pinkie Pie was confused by it.

“But seriously, though: A true surprise has to stay a surprise, so is it?”

Pinkie giggled, “You know, I would have accepted the first answer, but you’re right! A surprise for tonight...” She flashed a sultry grin that boiled the pegasus’ blood with desire.

But for some reason, Rainbow was willing to wait, willing to make that night special. Willing to be at her sappiest for that little pink pony.

“You know, Pinks...There’s something I have to tell you, but not here.” She gave a little push with her fours and buried herself back in the cloud, inching her way with little nudges to her shoulders. “Just hang on.”

“Okey-Dokey!”, Pinkie Pie laid down, belly-first, on the soft surface and whittled her way toward the pegasus before giving her a small kiss on the cheek.

Rainbow drowned the ferocious blushing with stern wing flaps and the two started moving on their heavenly steed.

Silence surrounded them, save for the sound of air currents whistling at their sides. Silence wasn’t something that she expected from Pinkie Pie, but it was nonetheless pleasant. There was some sort of mute agreement between the two on not spoiling that special moment with silly words, even though, coming from Pinkie, they would have been gladly accepted.

“You know, Pinkie...I was kind of waiting for somepony like you," she said, staring at the blue vastness in front of her.

“Uh? Really?”

“Uh-hu. Somepony that could know about, well, my ‘thingy’, because a special somepony should know this, after all. I was scared.”

“You, scared? Of what?” she gasped, holding her chest with a hoof, “Of me?”

“Of what you or anypony else might have thought. I won’t make a secret that I care too much about what other ponies think of me—”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Everypony knows it!”

Dash threw a threatening glare that lasted less than a second and continued.

“I felt lonely. I couldn’t let another pony get too close to me.”

“Even if you liked liked that pony?” Her blue eyes swelled, and tender tears got ready to rile up her cheeks, hidden in the corners like hungry beasts.

“Especiallyif I liked that pony. Because if that pony knew about my secret and if I lost him or her because of that, especially when I wanted to well, take what we had to the next step...Well...You've never seen me cry before, I think.”

“Nor do I want to! Ever!” Rainbow’s ribcage squeaked, definitely crushed by the pink pony’s embrace, transformed into a highly adaptable liquid goo that was accordingly shaped by Pinkie Pie’s affectionate whims. She bit her lip to keep inside a faint grunt of pain and circled Pinkie’s curly head that rested on her chest.”I will always make you smile. I would never make you feel sad or unwanted.”

“I’m glad you were the one to know, Pinkie. You know, when you said you liked me—”

“Liked, liked!” Rainbow could feel Pinkie's large grin, even when buried in her blue coat.

“For a second I really thought you were going to really run out the window. But seriously, though: Are you sure about this?”

“About what?”

“About tonight. You really want to ‘really’ do it like you said?” Unseen to everything and everypony, a caring hoof tenderly stroked Rainbow Dash’s cheek as a pair of blue eyes fixated upon her, with a look of the utmost admiration. “Aren’t you afraid of...that?”

“I’ve never been so sure of something like never before. I want this, Dashie. I want to be with you.” Pinkie slipped a pair of small kisses along Dash’s chest. “Totally...completely, one with you." She moved her lips towards Dash’s cheekbones and jawline, delicate as a breeze. “If you have a stallion thingy, then I want to be your mare.”

Dash’s mouth watered and her wings stiffened with extreme prejudice. Every cell, every unit of her being, was begging and screaming, screeching against the back of her head to take her there and now, to do her so hard so as to make their cloud shake and rumble, to make their love rain upon Ponyville and the unsuspecting heads of its citizen, to produce thunder and rain with their coitus, to make Pinkie moan even louder than thunder itself and it would feel like barely a whisper!

...Right in front of Twilight’s library and probably lots of easily impressionable ponies. Maybe even some little foals, so the thought perished, but was ready to be resurrected just that night, as planned. “Can I ask you a question, though?”

“Is it about advanced calculus? Because I totally can’t do advanced calculus! I mean if f(x) becomes closer and closer to L as x moves closer and closer to p, what does it mean that when f is applied to each input sufficiently close to p, the result is an output value that—” Pinkie’s mouth swallowed her surprising eloquence as Dash’s lips pressed against her own. Judging by her moans, the pegasus knew they had found out something better to do with their mouths.

The kiss broke off and the pink pony was left dazed, her head spinning with a smile of drunken stupor painted on her lips.

“What were we saying?” she asked, still lost in the fumes of what the pegasus would refer to as ‘Dashie’s Daze’.

“This question: What did you see in me? I mean, I'm just curious...”

“What everypony sees in you, I guess, but they don’t see it the way I do or you deserve. A beautiful, brave and completely awesome mare that I love with all my heart.” She shook her head and the unexpected seriousness that had dwelled in the pink pony’s eyes returned.

The only difference was that it didn’t bring melancholic thoughts or fears: it was a signature, a statement that the things she was saying were true and honest. It may have seemed as overdoing it, but what Dash saw the other day confirmed a simple truth.

Pinkie needed this, at the cost of sounding ridiculous, so that under the bubbly and cheerful outside, others could see a real pony with feeling, desires and fears. Be it hidden in their hearts or between two hindlegs, the two had something that they could share only with the other.

“A pony so cool that she didn’t hesitate to cheer me up when I felt so blue. Even though your blue is prettier.” Pinkie closed her eyes and puckered her inviting lips toward the blue mare.

“I’ll always be there for you, Pinkie Pie.” They kissed again and the world felt just right. With the corner of her eye, she could see Celestia’s Sun starting to make its place for Luna’s milky moon and the moment she had been waiting her whole life for drew closer...

***

The pale rays of moonlight timidly glowed upon Rainbow Dash’s window as two figures approached the bed with the grace of nightly breeze. The winged and leaner figure carried in her forelegs, bridal style, a pleasingly plump pink pony, her hooves wandering and caressing her mane and chest fur, stopping on a blue cheek to firmly plant a kiss on her lips. Pinkie’s back was gently placed on the soft, comfy cloud bed belonging to Rainbow as a cozy blue blanket covered her in its warmth while a pair of blue lips cascaded all over her cute, round face.

Rainbow’s snout brushed lightly against Pinkie’s neck, causing the little pink pony to let out a dreamy sigh. A faint shadow danced on her pink silhouette, caused by a pair of strong blue wings shot beside the blue pegasus, stiffened in carnal glee.

“So soft...” Pinkie moaned, her hooves raised toward Dash’s wing, but merely brushing the tip of a feather.

“Well, just give me a few minutes—” To her dismay, Dash’s member was just barely out of the sheat and half-way turgid: not even reaching Pinkie’s belly.

“I meant the bed, silly.” She punctuated the little giggle with another small kiss. “I've never slept on a cloud before.”

“You’ll do that plenty of times from now on, right?”

“I’d love to live with you, Dashie. Shame the spell lasts only three days.” Pinkie lunged upward and grasped Dash’s withers, allowing her spirited, little mouth to nibble dangerously close to the muscles that connect the pegasi wings to their back. Waves of metallic excitement shivered along her spine and her half erected penis dropped the half part, its wide corpus enjoying and giving a salute to the fresh air of the night.

“That’s part of the game. I don’t like things being easy. Be it a stunt or seeing my fillyfriend.”

“Fillyfriend?” Pinkie chirped with a hopeful tone, although her mouth was firmly grasped around Dash’s wing and her tongue went on and on to play with her sensitive feathers, so it came out more as a F-uh-fsssh?

“Yeah! Call me ‘old fashioned’, but I just don’t like using ‘partner’; it’s too neutral and also—Whoah!”

Something pink and curly hit her right in the chest, spraying a couple of feathers, out and a pair of pink, voracious lips pressed strongly against hers. Her back almost sunk into the cloudy softness below them. Pinkie Pie’s wet tongue swirled inside Dash’s mouth, eliciting a throaty moan from the mare below as her numb wings slid down the pink pony’s sides. Her wings massaged her cutie marks, each feather savoring the delicate roundness of her form.

“Dashie...I-I want you...” Pinkie whispered as a blue foreleg gently slid under the pit of her own and pressed her side. A gentle push and a pair of soft kisses on her forehead and neck brought her back on the bed. Dash drooled as she saw Pinkie Pie so serene and defenseless, on the metaphorical platter and putting a hoof on her forehead in a mockery of virginal candor. The facade slightly cracked; Pinkie stifled a small laugh and flashed a quick glance with a barely opened eye to the pegasus, sticking her tongue to the side and wondering where to start. Her sharp eye took notice of the extravagant curve of her belly and started from there, diving across Pinkie’s abdomen.

The pink pony let out something halfway between a moan and a giggle. “Right there, Rainbow Dash. Nahh...”

Rainbow’s tongue pressed harder on the pink pony’s tush and zig-zagged all over it until she reached her fillyfriend’s dripping treasure.

She stopped for a moment to admire it: so pink and juicy, her folds stuck out in an impertinent fashion, topped by a cherry like clytoris above its curve. It was so different from Dash’s...as far as she knew, at least. It did have the striking difference of not having a massive cock placed right above it. Dash’s baton shrugged and twitched against the moist, cloudy surface as her tongue explored Pinkie Pie’s folds.

The sweet way she moaned and the even sweeter taste of her cunt fueled Dash’s arousal. The cloudy bed was riled up with smears of female juice and precum, her dual natures dripping obscenely and making their way across the bouncy, white cold bed that held the two ponies so desperately in love. The smell was intoxicating, even. It drove Dash mad with desire as she explored her folds with her tongue and poked it with her snout, trying to not let out a cute sneeze. It felt even so warm, so inviting, but she wanted Pinkie to beg for it. That’s right: the pink pony had to see for herself how awesome her favorite pegasus was.

“Dashie...My beautiful Dashie...Give it to me. Take me now...” Her burning vagina flew away from Dash’s tongue and a big, chubby rear behind took its place. Pinkie stood on all fours and lifted her butt a bit. Rainbow could see her juices dripping on the base of her puffy, pink tail while her stiff member pointed it like a magnet or a hungry shark, waiting for its meal.

“Do me...”

Dash’s heart stopped at that mere whisper, and when the tail was raised like a curtain to reveal Pinkie’s pussy ripe for the taking, the pegasus gulped in a lust induced trance and finally dared to move toward her lover.

She grabbed her obscenely pulsating member with her trembling hoof and positioned herself in front of Pinkie’s entrance, twitching at the burning heat radiating from those enticing genitals. The mare bit her lip as her glans brushed against Pinkie’s slippery pink treasure, in a last-ditch gambit to avoid screaming from the pleasure rippling through her body. This is really happening... she thought, I never thought that it could be real...

But it was, and when she finally thrust inside Pinkie’s buttery goodness, and her tip felt the velvet-like beauty of her folds, her virgin mind broke. Her cockhead throbbed, sending some droplets of precum all over the entrance as she inched her way inwards as slowly as possible. The new feeling gnawing at the base of her abdomen urged her to go hard and fast. Just like she’d heard from those stallions too horny to care: perhaps a dozen blows and they blow it, with no care or subtlety.

She pushed slowly on Pinkie's swollen labia, instead, revealing the inner pink, well pinker flesh inside and they both gasped as they reveled in each other’s contact. Her mind wandered on how Pinkie must’ve felt if she was waiting for this for so long...Dash wanted to be worth the wait, of course.

“Ready, Pinks?” she asked and she could see her fillyfriend’s curly head nod several times in anticipation.

She gave a stronger thrust and she breached inside just like butter and her cockhead slurped in with an obscene pop as those tight inner walls clenched on her flare. She gasped again as tears of joy riled up her cheeks. “It feels...so good. Naahh...”

The pink pony screamed in delight as her tunnel of love was filled by Dash’s bulk. Her layers smothered the pegasus’ member, and yet she could thrust in and out with ease, a river of delicious juices lubricating her shaft and its scent, wonderful lovemaking scent filled her nostrils and fogged her senses. “Dashie’s thingy...It's sooo big!”

She let her chest fall on the pink pony’s back, her forelegs dangling at her shoulders side. She jerked her hips upwards and penetrated her Pinkie Pie at a narrower angle and she sunk back in her at a much crueler pace.

Pinkie Pie, as expected was totally receptive of even such an inexperienced fucking and she put her very soul in showing it: “Giddy up, Dashie! Make me a mare! Whohooo!” Her moaning turned into explosive chortling which Dash joined with gusto when a pink hoof extended toward her flank and slapped it, causing her laugh to turn into a mild squeal.

“Ouch! What was that for?” she said, panting.

“Sorry. Just wanted to see what would happen!” She turned to face the pegasus and flashed a freakishly large grin, framed by a drop of cold sweat.

“You do realize what that means, right?”

With the base of her cock wonderfully choked by Pinkie’s wild inner walls, her flare rubbed her way inside with the fury of a storm, each centimeter gained toward her cervix a beautiful reward in the form of a sweet ripple of bliss across her body. The gauntlet was thrown and Rainbow Dash lived up to the challenge.

She hit and crashed her glans into her lover, her crotch landing on the soft pink cushions of meat that constituted her lover’s behind. Rainbow snapped as she trusted faster and faster, reveling in the wonderful friction that enveloped her cock. Schickling sounds came out of Pinkie’s pussy as the orgasmic release built piece by piece in the two mare’s bodies.

Rainbow rode her passion like a hurricane and fastened her peace to unparalleled speed while a cascade of vaginal secretions came out of Pinkie Pie and dripped on her bed like rain. The pink pony abandoned what little subtlety or restraint she possessed and just quivered and shouted her pleasure as every piece of Dash’s meat made her way inside of her. Like thunder it boomed and pummeled inside of her, ramming on her party button like no tomorrow.

Rainbow pounded and shoved deeper and deeper inside of her as the fabric of delicate nerves inside of her stallionhood were unraveled; her cock melted and released its boiling baby batter. Dash’s mind went static, save for the function of her brain that was needed to rut the living fuck out of Pinkie Pie.

The orgasm...was impossible to describe, so unlike anything Rainbow Dash could have hoped to experience. She felt her whole being projected into another world, a totally different dimension with totally different rules where a beautiful pink mist bathed and rejuvenated her, where her dreams came true, where she was desired, needed and loved. Nothing could have prepared her for this and for all her life she never could have possibly considered it. At least not until a little pink pony came and the world became a better place.

Spooge after spooge of stallion butter poured into the pink pony, each wave of manly cum synchronized with Dash’s wild hips. Her soft walls slathered and massaged the massive black dick, enlarged far more than before from the the awesome power of sexual release, milking the cum out of Rainbow Dash and gushing every drop of virile liquid..

The white jelly of the pegasus washed Pinkie’s insides and coated every spot of her love canal with huge smears of Rainbow’s cream, absorbed moments later by her greedy, parting cervix.

Rainbow’s jerked her hips on and on until she passed from shooting huge bursts to just a mere trickle, an afterthought of semen. Eventually, she was down to just shooting blanks and rubbing her exhausted and sensitive shaft, so hard inside of Pinkie that her muscles ached and quivered, telling, no, begging the pegasus to stop before her dick fell off from exhaustion.

In the end, she slurped out of her lover, her flaccid dick leaving a small trail of sperm still tethered between their sexes. Pinkie’s walls gurgled and spat out some of Dashie’s white cum, just to make some space. The pink pony’s legs turned to jelly and she passed out on the bed, still moaning from the warmth of her friend’s semen inside of her. While the pegasus basked in the afterglow, she could see a pink shadow gaining back some strength and crawling to her side, resting a bubbly pink head on her chest.

Her heart swelled with a tender feeling as she covered Pinkie’s exhausted, little face with small kisses. Her giggles were so small and restrained that they could hardly fill the void that her now spent fervor left. It felt so calm, even too calm, but still it felt...right. Something real and absolutely natural happened between them and, just as the Sun makes place for the Moon, she felt her adorable fillyfriend’s laughter again.

“I think I—I think I love you, Dashie," she chirped with what little strength that still dwelled in her chubby pink body. Even her sweet smile felt a little strained from the fatigue. “No wait, scratch that: I definitely love you.” She kissed Dash’s cheek.

“I love you too, Pinks,” she answered without hesitation and regrets, “I really do. You were amazing, like totally.”

“No, Dashie.You were! I just stood there getting pounded by your thingy!” She giggled wildly while the pegasus suffered a ferocious blush.

“P-Pinkie!”

“What? Now you want to be all shy and prudish? Maybe you need another slice of my pie...” Pinkie replied with a sultry grin, her hoof lightly brushing over the curve of Dash’s exhausted member. Pleasure shanked her mind and that primordial feeling that engulfed her higher function came knocking back at her door. “But maybe you feel tired down there?”

“Well, heh, maybe if you give me a few more minutes—”

“Waitwaitwait! I almost forgot!” Pinkie Pie slipped out of her embrace as she ran to the corner of Dash’s bedroom. She opened the saddlebag with a quick stroke of her teeth and grabbed with the same their ‘surprise’. A moment later Pinkie Pie returned with a massive plastic black cylinder, holding it in her mouth like a dog.

Dash’s heart stopped and she could feel her marehood dripping in anticipation. She could see some leather straps hanging from its base and she understood its purpose that made its way through her mind like a sharp knife though a cake.

“You made me a real mare, Dashie Washie, so I’ll return the favor.” She harnessed the straps around her crotch and positioned the plastic shaft in front of it with a series of sharp, fluid movements. It shone in the moonlight and looked almost like a second tail sticking out diametrically opposed to Pinkie’s first. She stood on her hindlegs to let Dash admire her new equipment.

“Aaaaw, yeah! Come here you pink menace, you! Don’t tell me that you got that at Twilight’s?”

“Yup!”, she happily nodded.

“Well, I didn’t know that our favorite egghead was this kinky, but—don’t get me wrong it looks cool—but what’s so special about it?” Rainbow Dash didn’t have the time to even finish her sentence; shock and awe filled her mind.

The pegasus stood in surprise as she saw a purple hue enveloping the black obelisk and shaping its form until the plastic melted away to reveal underneath a real, flesh and blood member attached to the pink pony, who shook lightly of delight. She panicked and tried to blabber something, but the words slipped away from her mouth and one by one were substituted with only one: cock.

“Are you feeling well, Dashie? You look pale.” Pinkie returned on all fours and trotted to her friend’s side, but Dash could only see a massive tube of pink flesh dangling from between the unfazed pink pony’s legs.

She rolled on the bed right in front of Rainbow and rested on the side while her dick rested horizontally on the cloudy surface, just like a gross smear of pink paint with massive bulgy veins. Rainbow took a few moments to admire it and couldn’t help but feel a little...envious. Her girth and length exceeded hers of course, but there was something endearing in the way her flare bulged outwardly, forming like a delicate ring of flesh around its tip. She could almost already feel that ‘thingy’ pounding and rubbing her insides, make her cum from both ways like no tomorrow...But a more urgent question needed to be asked.

“You got that from Twilight, right?”

Pinkie nodded with a huge smile.

“Why would Twilight, and let me emphasize who we are talking about, have something like that?” Dash asked in the most polite and still incredulous way she could.

“Wish I knew. What do you think was the first thing I asked her? But, well, she didn’t want to say it and babbled something about field research or something, but I knew there was something fishy about it. But since she’s my friend I didn’t insist. Would you want to upset your friends?”

“Well, no, at least when it isn’t funny.” Her eyes wandered on and off Pinkie’s shaft and she finally knew how her friend felt when she revealed her secret to her. Penises are kind of hard to not look at. No. Impossible to not look at! “Doesn’t it feel a little strange?”

“Not really, no. In fact, it’s feels quite good. Especially when I’m looking at you. It’s already so stiff!" Pinkie watched with absolute glee as her stallionhood twitched in the general direction of Rainbow Dash, like a huge, black and tubular beast smelling its prey. Pinkie poked it and giggled wildly, leaving the pegasus amazed at how quickly she had adapted to it. She's had hers for a lifetime and sometimes she still got a little surprised whenever she looked at it. Then, she calmly crawled toward the pegasus’ flaccid black shaft and stuck out her tongue on it, keeping a sheepish grin, while it danced on its surface.

“You know...Probably it’s a stupid question, but don’t you want to try i—” Before she finished the question, Pinkie Pie was already on her back, her penis standing up and stabbing the very sky...and hopefully soon a very horny pegasus that started floating with her legs spread just above the voracious tip.

“Whoa, Dashie! You’re fast.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” They both laughed at that while Dash kept flapping her wings and brushing her pink slit against Pinkie’s flesh, struggling to not let herself be entranced by the electrical jolts that slithered on her sensitive pink treasure. It felt...weird. And uncomfortable, too. Like some kind of tickling sensation that grew from her crotch and reached her chest to make a strange warmth in it. It wasn’t painful, just plain weird...and Dash begged for more.

She grunted and thrust herself on it further as her walls parted; the blue mare bit her as Pinkie’s bulging tip was sucked in. She felt a vacuum inside, a cold, all sucking void that pleaded to her senses to be filled with more candy cock. She pinned her forehooves on the bed at the sides of Pinkie’s head and planted a small kiss on the pink pony’s forehead as she let herself being fully penetrated, her crotch falling and sucking in that beautiful pink stallionhood, her own penis reacting with joy with a small trickle of cum that flew out from her tip, conjured only by arousal and wishful thinking.

Pinkie squealed and laughed, “Wow, you feel so soft!”

She was. Pinkie Pie’s dick slid in with ease, even passing the strong, stoned muscles that the pegasus just discovered she even had down there. It didn’t hurt much, but was still something she wasn’t quite prepared for and she tried to ignore it, focusing on the wonderful pressure it was making inside that finally drowned that uncorfomtableness with perfect, absolute pleasure.

A quick slick and in a moment Rainbow knew how it was to be fully and utterly penetrated. She bucked her hips downward and Pinkie’s shaft kissed her right on the entrance of her womb, making the pegasus gasp and grunt for more. It didn’t hurt anymore as the force of her need to rut the almighty fuck out of the pink pony was stronger than lightning, spurring her to ride her pink friend like no tomorrow.

Pinkie Pie grabbed Dash’s buttocks, firmly, with her hooves as she mounted the pegasus with glee making nice contrast with her vibrant laugh with Rainbow’s moaning as she shoved her party stick in her cunt.

Dash was ecstatic, of course: thanks to the pink pony she finally realized her dual natures as the stallion’s boiling orgasm was already resting inside Pinkie Pie and she still could see small droplets and globs of semen being squeezed out of her pussy as she ravaged her with strong, piston like thrusts, making her blue flesh quiver and tremble. Pinkie’s acceptance of having that mare plumbing tool between her legs was one thing, but already she was an expert in sinking it in a mare and even moving it around to drill that missile of flesh deeper into the pegasus.

It was something Rainbow found tremendously hot.

In the lust induced haze and spraying of her drool, she lowered her eyes towards her belly. She saw see a small bulge slowly growing there, as she felt the sheer passion of the pink pony filling her body and mind, while her own member rose again in full might.

Her mind wandered on how it all started and she felt so small. Well, small compared to the pink pony: her leaner, athletic figure was a body built for speed and durability, but still felt like a twig, only naturally snapped by Pinkie’s plump figure and even plumpier dick. She could’ve sworn it was getting even fatter as she slammed it inside her.

Pinki kept moving her hips like a possessed mare, and Rainbow saw herself instinctively thrusting forward to let her dick flay in the air before the pink pony stuck her tongue out to poke at her cockhead. “Hmmm! Still juicy!”

She bucked and bucked, mixing laugher with ferocious moans until even Pinkie fell silent and her pupils widened as a giant, crazed grin appeared on her face. Her shaft widened too, and WHAM: the pink pony released with violence her magical load. Dash could feel the torrid liquid washing up her insides, the coziest sensation she had ever felt. Her muscles clenched Pinkie’s member tighter than ever, even hurting a little, as she draw more and more of the mare's cum inside herself, dousing her very womb in Pinkie Pie’s creamy goodness. Dash’s upper part collapsed on top of the pink baker as she was filled with the final reserves, just like when somepony draws some small flowers of whipped cream around a cake to make it look fancier.

“Whoah,” she said flatly as sticky globs of fatigue oozed out of her mouth.

“Whoah indeed, Dashie.” A pink hoof stroked her polychromatic mane. “You know, now I’m the one who feels a little tired. Does it ever end like that? I mean, when you feel like goo after you have shot your jelly?”

“He he, kind of. You’ll get better the more you do it.”

“And we have plenty of time, right?” she replied with a soft smile that slowly turned into a sultry, albeit exhausted, grin.

“Totally, Pinkie. All the time in the world...” The comforting darkness enveloped her as the forelegs of Pinkie Pie gripped her in a loving embrace, which she returned with all the force that still dwelled in her exhausted blue hooves.

“I love you...” she whispered, and the happy giggle of the pink pony followed, the best companion she could have hoped for on her journey to the land of dreams.

***

“Oh my gosh, Dashie! What are you doing here?!”

Rainbow’s magazine screamed, or at least it looked like it did until she lowered it to reveal a pair of terrified blue eyes. Showered by the annoyed and disapproving looks of Nurse Redheart’s other patients, she was kinda tempted to pretend to not know the pink pony, but that would have been cruel and quite meaningless.

“Well, I'm waiting. That’s what you do in a waiting room...”

“So am I! But, wait, are you feeling sick, Dashie?” She bit her hooves as fear tinged her words and her lower lip trembled.

“Nothing serious, Pinks. Don’t worry.” She patted her curly head with a comforting smile, “Just a bit of nausea and some headaches. It’s nothing too big, but I thought I needed to take a look.”

“Funny. I came here for the exact same thing, but the Nurse said I had to wait a couple of days for the analysis. When did it start, Dashie?”

“Just three or four weeks ago. I can’t remember. Maybe I’m just working too hard these days.”

“Funny.” Pinkie gave a pensive look and put a hoof under her chin, “I started feeling like that around the same time.”

“Uh. That’s curious...”

“You know what means, right?”

Dash shook her head, confused and surprised. Her mind wasn’t totally there, but she scoffed at that feeling, preferring not to think the worst until she heard the opinion of an expert...or until Pinkie finished to squeeze her ribs.

“It means we are soooo much in tune with each other! But seriously, we should limit this to only good things, like when I feel so happy when I gorge myself with delicious candies or when you pass by at my place to send me a heart shaped cloud or when—”

Dash blushed furiously, but still felt a sense of happiness and pride for the affection she was receiving. The heartwarming and embarassing moment, though, was swiftly interrupted by the Nurse sticking her head out the door of her office.

She cleared her voice and looked at the pegasus, “Miss Dash, the results are ready, so if you want to come in—” She looked surprised at Pinkie Pie. “Oh. I see there’s Miss Pie, too. I have some news for you both."

The two made their way into the office as the Nurse sat behind a desk and nervously adjusted some papers. She turned toward the two as she finally found the sheet she was looking for in the drawer and, with an unexpected and sincere smile, said: “Well, the results have spoken. You’re both five weeks along. Congratulations, both of you!”

Of course, the Nurse’s smile and Pinkie’s grin made a cold contrast with a blue pegasus that stared into the void with abject horror. Her wings almost dropped to the ground as the pink pony tried to shake her out of her trauma induced stupor.

“We really need to talk with Twilight...” she muttered, unheard by everypony but Pinkie Pie that slowly turned her smile into a grimace that matched Dash’s.

Author's Note

Dun-Dun-Duuuun! My quest for a cover artist continues, by the way.