The Art of Falling

Flitting between restless dreams, Rainbow Dash felt a soft warmth envelop the tip of her ear, tugging softly. It let go and drifted down her cheek with pleasant tickles, and she murmured contentedly. It finally rested lightly on her lips and then pressed ever so gently down. Rainbow Dash sleepily giggled at the feeling and opened her eyes. She saw Fluttershy, her eyes wide and earnest, and her face so near that Dash could feel Fluttershy’s warm breath tickling her chin.

Fluttershy leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed Rainbow Dash on the lips. Still in a sleepy haze and halfway dreaming, Rainbow Dash accepted, cooing appreciatively. Fluttershy molded comfortably and easily with her. Rainbow didn’t understand or try to understand, she only welcomed the pleasant dizziness it brought to her head.

Fluttershy pulled away, and Rainbow Dash licked her lips. The kiss had only lasted a moment, but Fluttershy’s taste still lingered.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” Fluttershy said quietly. “But we have something very important we want to show you.”

Rainbow Dash sat up and blinked the fog from her eyes. Behind Fluttershy, in the dark around her bed, she saw Applejack, Twilight, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie all smiling at her. Their smiles looked strange, though. Dash saw small hints of worry and uncertainty in their faces. All except Pinkie Pie, who grinned as brightly as ever. She waved over at Rainbow Dash when their eyes met.

Dash chuckled and waved back. “What’s going on?”

“Well… we wanted to…” Fluttershy bit her lip and patted at the bedsheets.

Rainbow Dash squinted at her, and then at the rest of them. If it wasn’t strange enough that all of her friends had appeared in her room at night without—

Her eyes widened and darted over each of them to make sure. All of her friends were in her room! They came back!

“I’m sorry!” Dash blurted. “I’m really sorry. I acted stupid and reckless at the relay and a whole bunch of other times I don’t remember and I didn’t even think about it, but I thought about it now and I’m sorry,” she said as quickly as she could, so they wouldn’t have a chance to leave before she made them understand. “I’m sorry I scared you guys, I really didn’t mean to. I know I act really stupid sometimes, and even if everypony who flies falls sometimes, I fall way too much, and a lot of times I don’t even try hard not to because I never thought about how it would affect you guys, but now I did, and even though falling is flying and I’m going to fall sometimes no matter what, I’m going to do my best to fall as little possible.”

“It’s okay,” Fluttershy said.

“It’s not okay!” Dash tried to sit up. “I hurt you guys and then I yelled at you just because you tried to tell me. I know you must be really mad, but I really am sorry. I can be more careful, I really can. I don’t know if can stop myself from ever getting in an accident again, but I’ll do better, and I’m really sorr—”

Fluttershy put a hoof to her chest and smiled. “We’re not mad, and we forgive you.”

Dash swallowed as Fluttershy lowered her hoof. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Fluttershy answered. “We all do.”

“Totally!” Pinkie Pie said, jumping up behind Fluttershy.

Applejack chuckled. “‘Course I forgive ya.”

“Me, too,” Twilight said.

“All we ever wanted was to see you safe,” Rarity added. “And I do forgive you.”

“So, uh, we’re cool, right?” Dash asked hesitantly.

Fluttershy’s smiled dropped, and her friends exchanged sad glances. Rainbow Dash’s throat tightened as she watched their expressions change.

“That’s why we came tonight,” Fluttershy finally said. “We wanted to show you that no matter what you do and no matter what happens, we’ll always be your friends. We wanted to show you that we’ll always love you.”

The tightness in Dash’s throat dissolved and she let out a relieved sigh. “Heh, okay. Whatever. So, what’s up?”

“Well, we wanted—if you,” Fluttershy stuttered, wringing her hooves in tight circles. “We just, no, if I could—” Fluttershy shook her head and looked down at the floor. “Oh, I don’t think I know how to do this.”

Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but then Applejack rested a hoof on Fluttershy’s shoulder and whispered something into her ear.

Fluttershy immediately brightened. She giggled and turned back to kiss Applejack on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

“Any time,” Applejack said, stepping back.

Fluttershy took a deep breath and turned back to Rainbow Dash. “Rainbow, can I kiss you again?”

Rainbow Dash blinked. She only just then realized that Fluttershy had been kissing her when she woke up. Fluttershy had kissed her. And Applejack had been standing right there! Dash looked nervously at the farm pony. “But what about Applejack?”

Applejack smiled. “It’s fine.”

Rainbow Dash turned to Fluttershy, who smiled so earnestly and kindly back at her that Dash heard herself saying without even thinking, “Okay.”

Fluttershy nodded, then slowly leaned forward, a pink tinge on her cheeks, and closed the already small gap between them. Rainbow Dash watched her come closer and closer, unable to move or blink or think, as if hypnotized. She could only squeak in embarrassment and surprise as their lips met.

She had forgotten how wonderfully soft Fluttershy’s lips were, and how much she enjoyed feeling them pressed to her own. She closed her eyes and pushed back against Fluttershy as a familiar warmth spread through her face and ears and chest. Kissing Fluttershy had always felt like napping on a cloud on a sunny afternoon or rolling down a dewy, grassy hill in springtime—silky and delicate and refreshing and pleasant. Rainbow Dash could have played with Fluttershy’s lips for hours and done nothing else at all and never gotten bored.

Fluttershy slid a hoof around her neck and pulled her closer, and Dash felt Fluttershy’s tongue pass over her closed lips. Dash opened her mouth more out of surprise than understanding. Fluttershy’s tongue slipped tentatively into her mouth, moving in slowly, as if ready to retreat at any moment. Rainbow smiled and met Fluttershy’s tongue with her own, reassuring and encouraging her friend. Fluttershy tasted just like the lilies that grew around her cottage this time of the year. She and Fluttershy fell into an unhurried rhythm together. Even as the kiss deepened, Rainbow Dash didn’t struggle for dominance or lose herself to passion. She simply enjoyed the quiet intimacy as she rediscovered Fluttershy’s lips.

She felt something in that kiss she had never felt in any other. It was a feeling she couldn’t quite place, a fluttering in her chest that was almost familiar, and a tenderness in her friend’s tongue that seemed to hint at something more. Rainbow didn’t know what that something was. She knew only that it felt both strange and wonderful, and she pushed herself deeper and deeper into the kiss to understand it.

Fluttershy suddenly pulled away. Dash’s eyes drifted open, half-lidded, her head swimming. Fluttershy pressed their foreheads together, breathing warmly and shallowly, their mouths still close enough that their breaths intermingled. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t never have yelled at you, and I know you never meant to worry anypony. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to about this before, and no matter what you do, I’m going to keep coming to your practices and cheering for you everytime I can.”

Rainbow Dash nodded, her head beginning to clear. “Thank you.”

Fluttershy kissed her one last time, then pulled away altogether.

Rainbow Dash started to complain, but Pinkie Pie cried, “Oh! Oh! My turn!” and dove forward onto the bed and threw their lips together, while Fluttershy giggled and stepped back.

Dash heard Rarity say something about respecting the common courtesy of waiting one’s turn, but she was already too consumed by Pinkie’s lips to listen. She had forgotten that her other friends were there at all while kissing Fluttershy, but now Pinkie Pie reminded her with a bubbly, giggly vengeance.

The first thought that struck Rainbow Dash was how utterly different Pinkie Pie’s lips felt from Fluttershy’s. She had to be careful with Fluttershy. Their kiss had been slow and gentle. But Pinkie threw herself at Dash with a frenzied energy that instantly overwhelmed her. If kissing Fluttershy was napping on a sunbathed cloud, kissing Pinkie Pie was plunging straight into a broiling storm cloud while lightning flashes seared Rainbow’s wingtips and wind gusts spun her upside down. Those sorts of wild, unpredictable storms were Dash’s favorite kinds of storms, though, and she quickly fell into the rhythm of this new hectic kind of intimacy. Pinkie lay over top of Dash’s chest, practically smothering her, and her lips were everywhere, all at once, on Dash's lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her neck, her ears, an inescapable whirlwind of moist, warm kisses.

Pinkie abruptly pulled back. “Oh, wait,” she said, spittle still hanging from her chin. “I forgot to tell you sorry.”

“Wha…?” Dash murmured.

“I’m sorry for laughing at you,” Pinkie said, looking at her seriously, at least as seriously as a pony can look while grinning from ear-to-ear. “And I really hope you don’t stop flying, because I really, really like watching you fly, and I know you have a lot of fun doing it, and you should never stop doing something that makes you happy. Oh! And I brought you your book, too!” She beamed and held a book up to Dash’s face

Dash glanced at it. “Uh, thanks.”

“Ok, let’s go!” Pinkie cried, then mashed their lips together again, and Pinkie’s tongue charged into Rainbow Dash’s open mouth. But Dash was ready this time. Pinkie had caught her off guard before, but no pony got the best of Rainbow Dash twice. She matched Pinkie’s spastic energy and threw herself crazily into the kiss.

Pinkie laughed, and Dash felt the vibrations of it in her mouth and all the way down her throat. She forced her way to and then past Pinkie’s lips, and felt a flush of pride at taking control. She explored her friend’s mouth, her tongue, the very top of her throat, marveling at how familiar and, at the same time, unfamiliar it felt. Pinkie tasted deliciously sugary, almost overpoweringly so, like she had just eaten a whole of box of cupcakes (which she probably had) Pinkie never once let up. Her tongue danced over and under and around Dash’s own, in an exhilarating game whose rules changed every second. Rainbow Dash had never thought kissing another pony could be this exciting, this frantic, this fun, and she lost herself ever more in Pinkie Pie’s lips.

Somewhere deep in that frenzy of movement and heat and fervor Rainbow Dash felt that same almost-familiar feeling she had with Fluttershy. Beneath Pinkie’s manic kissing and biting lay a soft tenderness. It confused Dash as much as it fascinated her. Again she delved deeper into the kiss to discover what it was.

“Come on now,” she heard Applejack say. “Ya can’t have her all to yourself all night.”

“Aw, fine,” Pinkie whined, her voice muffled in Dash’s mouth. She gave Dash one last deep, feverish kiss, then hopped back away.

Rainbow Dash slumped back against her pillow, panting heavily and seeing stars. “Whoa.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Applejack said, grinning and stepping towards her.

Dash refocused on her, her vision clearing again. “Hey,” she mumbled.

“Hey,” Applejack said with a chuckle as she took off her hat and began undoing her hair tie.

 Rainbow Dash bit her lip as she watched. “You’re, uh, not mad that I kissed your marefriend, right?”

Applejack laughed as her straw-blond hair fell down about her face. She laid her hat and hair tie aside, then walked Dash’s bedside. She smirked down at her. “Nah, not at all.” She grinned and drew a hoof along Rainbow’s side. “But I sure bet I can find some way for you to make it up to me, if you’re feelin’ guilty.”

Rainbow Dash trembled at the touch. She didn’t understand how this had happened, but she began to realize how incredible it was. She had totally just made out with both Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie, and now it looked like she would get to snog Applejack, too. She glanced over at Twilight and Rarity, and they both smiled back. Rainbow Dash silently cheered. It was as if her friends had baked half of all her greatest fantasies into a big plate of strawberry pies and then served them all to her at once in the most awesome breakfast in bed that had ever been breakfasted while in bed. And then let her make out with all them afterwards. This might have been the greatest night of her life.

“But first,” Applejack said, her smirk turning into a small smile, “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at ya, and I definitely never should said I would stop carin’ about you, because it wasn’t true and it was just plumb asinine, too. I won’t ever stop caring ‘bout you, no matter how big of a blockhead you’re actin’. You’re my friend and nothin’ will ever change that.”

“It’s okay,” Dash said, and looked down at her bed. “I said some stupid stuff, too, and I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Applejack’s grinned returned. “Now that means I finally get to do this.”

Dash smirked. “Finally, huh? I always knew you wer—”

Applejack rushed forward and kissed her, and Rainbow Dash squeaked in spite of herself.

Again, Rainbow Dash was struck by just how different Applejack felt from anypony else she had ever kissed. While Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were different in how they went about it, they were both undeniably soft. Their lips had a pliable, flexible quality to them that Dash could easily overcome.

Applejack’s lips were tough, hard, and harsh in the most delightful way. She didn’t give in to Dash in the slightest, but easily held against her. After the first, Applejack switched to short but insistent kisses, firmly in control. The kisses deepened, growing longer, more passionate. Dash marveled at how even through a kiss, she could feel Applejack’s solid strength and will. Dash wanted to challenge that strength, conquer it, take it as her own, and she pressed back against Applejack more and more fiercely.

At some unspoken signal, they both opened their mouths, and their tongues met. Rainbow Dash pushed forward, but Applejack didn’t give any ground. Dash grinned and thrust forward ever more fervently, her heart beating louder in her ears and her breath coming heavier. Applejack responded in kind, and they both struggled to outpace and overcome the other. But Dash could tell Applejack was holding back. The apple farmer never used her full strength, and Dash began to gain an edge. She felt as if she had been cheated somehow. Applejack was being too gentle, like she thought Dash needed to be coddled. But Dash enjoyed the heady rhythm of tongues and lips too much to complain openly, and instead focusing on exploring Applejack’s mouth.

Even there, Dash still felt it. The same intangible something she had felt with Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. The same tenderness underlied every movement of Applejack’s lips. Dash thought it felt like being in love. Or like being loved. But before she could make sense of it, Applejack drew back.

She leered down at Dash with half-lidded, drunken eyes through the darkness. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to shut you up like that.”

Dash smirked. “Yeah, well, you didn’t put up much of a fight. Bit off more than you could chew?”

Applejack half-chuckled, half-panted, grinning back. “Oh, sugarcube. We haven’t even started yet. I’m gonna make you eat those words before this night is over.”

Dash’s opened her mouth to retort, but her voice caught. Haven’t even started yet? She stared at Applejack, her eyes widening. Applejack couldn’t possibly mean…

Dash shook her head. There was no way. No matter how awesome her friends were, that just would have been too awesome. She tried to shake the thought from her head. It was too crazy to even consider. But… this was pretty crazy awesome already, right? But it couldn’t be. It just wasn’t possible.

While she thought, Applejack backed away, and Twilight sidled toward her.

Rainbow Dash grinned, as she noticed Twilight. No, she decided then, this was totally, definitely the greatest night of her life, no ‘might have been’ about it. She always knew her friends were cool, but this was downright incredible. They might have even been cooler than her now.

Well, no. They obviously weren’t. But still...

“This is so awesome,” Dash said as Twilight trotted up to her. “You have no idea how awesome this is. Thank you so much.”

Twilight laughed. “You should thank Fluttershy.”

“Oh, no,” Fluttershy said, shrinking back. “It was Pinkie’s idea.”

“Nuh huh,” Pinkie Pie singsonged. “It was Rainbow’s idea.”

Dash frowned at that. “Uh, what?”

“It was in your magazines!” Pinkie smiled obliviously. “So that makes it your idea.”

“Wait…” Dash’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean… those magazines, right?”

Applejack grinned and nodded. “Yeah, I’d be willing to bet my two hind legs those’re exactly the magazines we mean.”

Uncomfortable warmth flooded Rainbow Dash’s face and ears, and she screwed her eyes shut. “Ugh, I can’t believe you saw those.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said. “We didn’t mean to pry. Um, or we did, but we didn’t mean it in a bad way, I think. I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Rarity said. “Every mare has, well, cravings on occasion. Some of us simply have more cravings than others. Or perhaps simply less control over ourselves.”

“It’s not like I look at them everyday!” Dash said quickly. “Just, you know… sometimes…”

Twilight cleared her throat loudly. “Rarity is correct. It’s a natural biological function of our bodies. I’ve read studies, and it’s been indisputably proven that all mares masturbate by the time they’ve reached our age. It’s science!”

Rainbow Dash sighed. “Twilight…”

“Oh, but this is so exciting!” Twilight said, smiling and walking nearer to her. “I’ve wondered for years what it would be like to kiss another mare, but I could never find an accurately objective description in any of the books I ordered. I never thought to ask one of my friends. I should have done this months ago. We’re going to learn so much!”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “Happy I could help.”

“I wish I’d remembered to bring my notebook,” Twilight continued, clapping her hooves together, “I’m going to have to get back to the library as soon as I can so I write all this down before I forget. This is so exciting! I’m going to be up for hours analyzing all of the raw data I’m going to collect tonight.”

“Hey, Twilight,” Dash said, carefully unfolding her wings.

“Yes?”

“Shut up,” Dash said, and then curled her wings behind Twilight’s neck and pulled her friend down to her bed. Dash had played the helpless, bed-ridden pony long enough. Rainbow Dash didn’t sit in bed and listen to somepony babble on about notebooks for anypony. Except Twilight. But only on her birthday. And maybe holidays.

Rainbow Dash pressed their lips determinedly and stubbornly together, with the same intense fervor as Pinkie and Applejack had kissed her. Twilight mewled happily in response, and Rainbow pushed her tongue past Twilight’s lips. Twilight tasted just like those daisy sandwiches she ate every day for lunch. And coffee. Black. When their tongues touched, to Dash’s surprise, Twilight didn’t hesitate or shy away. Instead, Twilight experimentally caressed Rainbow’s tongue with her own. Twilight didn’t relinquish herself to Dash’s ministrations, but slowly took the lead, studying and searching, and Dash soon felt Twilight’s tongue move carefully past her own lips. Twilight explored her, running under and over her tongue, along the roof of her mouth, poking and prodding, stroking and kneading. Rainbow Dash couldn’t escape the feeling that she was being experimented on, but being Twilight’s test subject turned out to be oddly pleasant. Dash eased back and allowed Twilight to freely study her from the inside out. Their kiss became a delightful game of trial and error as Twilight tested and examined. Rainbow Dash purred appreciatively to let Twilight know when she had hit one of her sweet spots, and Twilight then focused more intently on those spots in response, their kiss growing more and more passionate in turn.

Rainbow Dash still felt that same tenderness she had felt with all her other friends. She felt it in every little twitch and curl of Twilight’s tongue over her own. It did feel like being loved. It was her friends’ love for her, she realized. Rainbow could sense their affections, all they felt for her, and how badly they wanted her to know. Her friends had showed her how much they cared for her in the closest, clearest, most intimate way they knew how. Rainbow wanted to return their affections, to show them that she understood and that she cared for them, too.

Twilight broke the kiss. She leaned forward, breathing heavily into Dash’s neck. “I can’t believe I forgot my research notebook.”

Rainbow Dash chuckled and stroked Twilight’s back with her wing. “Hey, if you want, we can do this again anytime. You know, if your memory needs refreshing.”

“I think I’ll have to take you up on that.” Twilight pulled away from her and then kissed her lightly on the cheek. “I want you to know that I never meant to upset you. I only wanted you to understand why we were scared for you. You should never stop flying. No matter what anypony says. Please just try to be a little less reckless.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, too.”

“Thank you.” Twilight gave her one last nuzzle and stepped away.

Rainbow Dash smirked and turned to Rarity. Dash waggled her eyebrows in what she was certain must have been the most seductive waggling of eyebrows that unicorn or even the hospital room had ever witnessed.

“Oh, stop that,” Rarity said, rolling her eyes. “With that vulgar grin on your face, you look like some sort of highway ruffian who’s just spotted an afternoon snack. I’m not that kind of mare, you know.”

Rainbow Dash kept smirking. “You totally want me.”

“Well,” Rarity said, smiling and levitating something Dash couldn’t see out of the darkness and onto the bedside table. “I certainly won’t deny that.”

Rainbow waited, but instead of coming to her bedside, Rarity went to the table. “What are you doing?” Dash asked.

A soft glow of candlelight appeared on the table, and Rarity stepped back. “Setting the atmosphere.”

“Uh, I don’t think you’re allowed to have candles in here.”

“I’m certain you, and the hospital staff, will be able to forgive me for having standards,” Rarity said, now levitating a small bag of rose petals alongside her. She sprinkled them about the bedsheets, letting some fall down over the side.

“Seriously?” Rainbow Dash munched on the nearest petal. “I appreciate the snack, but aren’t rose petals sort of… corny?”

“They most certainly are not,” Rarity said, standing back and examining her work. She nodded in satisfaction and then leaned over Rainbow Dash, holding a bottle of something in her magic. “Now for the final touch.” She lowered the bottle, and something wet and cold dusted Rainbow’s neck.

A flowery, sweet smell hit Dash full in the face. She wrinkled her nose. “Did you just spray me with perfume?”

“Of course,” Rarity answered, turning away and levitating the bottle away. “As I said before, for all of our sakes, I have standards.”

“You’re so weird,” Dash said with a chuckle. Right as Rarity turned towards her again, she darted up towards Rarity’s lips, hoping to catch her friend off guard.

But to her disappointment, Rarity turned out to be more spry than she looked. Rarity pressed a hoof against Dash’s chest as soon as she started leaning up off the bed, easily stopping her in place.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Rarity tut-tutted, smiling. “Patience, dear. Let me look at you first.”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, then settled back down. “Whatever.”

Rarity gazed across the small space between them, candlelight flickering in her eyes. Her face softened, and she reached a hoof out to touch Dash’s cheek. Finally, she whispered, “Dear, do you have any idea how extraordinarily beautiful you are?” and then leaned forward and kissed her.

Rarity moved in slowly and elegantly, brushing her lips first along Dash’s cheek, then lightly biting and suckling along her jawline, and finally ending with a caress on her lips. Dash might not have cared about any uppity standards, but she found that there was something enchanting about being a kissed by a gorgeous mare in the unsteady orange and yellow glow of candlelight while the overpoweringly sweet, but not at all unpleasant, smell of Rarity’s perfumes swam about her head and Rarity’s moist lipstick spread onto her own lips.

Their lips parted together and their tongues met. Pinkie Pie had been a game, Applejack a challenge, Twilight an experiment, but kissing Rarity was something altogether different and new. Rarity danced with her. Their tongues moved together in a rhythm that felt intricately choreographed. Rarity could do with her lips what Rainbow Dash did with wings and hooves in the air—she performed magnificent, sweeping loops and spins and twirls. Rainbow Dash lay transfixed, captivated by Rarity’s movements. Kissing Rarity felt just like flying. Slowly, Rarity taught her, showed her the steps, how to swing and when to spin, and soon let Rainbow take the lead. With lips and tongues and shallow breaths and low moans, they flitted and fluttered together.

Her friends’ love for her was an everpresent cadence now, flowing beneath every tremble of their lips and each stroke of their tongues. Rainbow Dash felt even more than just love, now. She began to feel all she and her friends had experienced together, all the time they had spent together, all they had learned together, all the growing they had done together, every adventure walked, every obstacle overcome, every foe defeated—Rainbow lived through it all again in that kiss. It was something more than friendship and more than love. She accepted it, and did all she could to pass that feeling back through Rarity’s lips, to show her friends that she understood and that she cared too.

Rarity pulled away, little beads of sweat slipping down her face. Still breathing heavily, she leaned beneath Dash’s chin, then grazed Dash’s neck in a series of gentle, deep kisses. Each lasted shorter than the one before, until finally Rarity stepped back altogether. Rarity smiled contentedly down at her and moved a strand of hair away from Rainbow’s face. Dash looked up at her—at her wide, blue eyes, at her brilliantly white coat, at her now-disheveled mane—and wondered how she had never noticed how stunning her friend was before that moment.

“I, uh, I think you’re beautiful, too,” Dash said quietly.

Rarity laughed and kissed her again before stepping away. “You really are a sweetheart, do you know that?”

Dash grunted. So it was over, then. She tried not feel disappointed. It had been too incredible for that.

Fluttershy moved closer, smiling. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Are you kidding me?” Dash said, immediately brightening, her wings flaring behind her. “This is the most awesome thing that’s ever happened!”

Fluttershy giggled. “I’m really glad. I was a little worried you might not understand. So, um…” She bit her lip. “Um, do you want to keep going now?”

“Keep going?” Dash repeated.

Fluttershy nodded.

“Wait,” Dash said, her mouth going dry. “You mean…?” She couldn’t say it. It was too crazy. It was simply too awesome to be possible. Things that awesome never happened, or the whole world would probably explode from all the unrestrained awesomeness getting contained in just a single room. And a hospital room at that. It’d be like trying to fit Jupiter into a restaurant cupboard, and only a family restaurant. Not one of those big franchise restaurants.

“What do you want to do?” Fluttershy asked softly. “It’s your choice, and we won’t do anything if you don’t want to, but, um, I, or uh, we would really like to do this with you.”

Rainbow Dash stared at her, then looked at each of her friends. They grinned back at her, their faces red, their breaths quickening, and their eyes eager. Rainbow Dash would have fainted if she had been any less awesome. She turned back to Fluttershy, swallowed slowly, and nodded.

“We need to hear you say it,” Rarity told her. “So that we can know for absolute certain what you want.”

Rainbow Dash hesitated, then answered, “Y-yeah, I want to keep going.”

Fluttershy smiled and nodded. She leaned in very close and tentatively kissed Rainbow’s cheek. “If there’s anytime you want to stop,” Fluttershy whispered, “or if we do anything you don’t like, all you have to do is say so, and we’ll stop, okay?”

Rainbow Dash nodded, and then grinned. She thrust her muzzle forward to catch Fluttershy’s lips in a kiss. Fluttershy hesitated at first, but soon giggled into Dash’s mouth and returned the kiss. Rainbow Dash marvelled again at how sweet and soft Fluttershy tasted, even more so now in comparison to her other friends, but she didn’t have the patience to be gentle anymore. She threw herself at her friend—her lover, she realized—and past her lips.

“Oh! Oh!” Pinkie Pie cried. “I call her fufu!”

The whole bed bounced as something heavy fell on its far end, and Dash felt something warm and wet on her thigh. She gasped and looked down. Pinkie Pie lay on the far end of the bed, her muzzle between Dash’s still spread and restrained hindlegs. She grinned over Dash’s stomach, her eyes joyous and hungry, and bit down into Dash’s thigh. Rainbow Dash gasped again, from both pleasure and pain. She tried to close her legs by instinct, but the bandages held them tight and kept them open.

“Do you want her to stop?” Fluttershy asked.

“No,” Dash breathed. “No—nng—it feels good.”

Fluttershy nodded and leaned back in to kiss her. She reached a hoof up, passing it through Dash’s messy mane, just as Applejack appeared on her other side.

Applejack smirked and bit down on Dash’s ear, just hard enough to hurt. Dash mewled into Fluttershy’s mouth, and Fluttershy let go and kissed at her neck instead. Applejack began moving down from her ear, biting and suckling, while Fluttershy moved up from her neck, kissing and caressing. Rainbow purred between the two opposing sensations, rough at her ear and soft at her neck, while Pinkie’s tongue and teeth sucked and bit at her inner thigh, closer and closer. Rainbow arched her neck and spread her legs further, giving them all easier access to herself. A heat of familiar lust began to build deep down inside her. Applejack and Fluttershy finally met halfway, and then both stopped to lean across Dash and kiss each other.

Dash gazed up at them, eyes half-lidded. She had never thought it possible that watching two of her closest friends together could be so incredibly hot. She felt Pinkie Pie trace her hooves up across her stomach as she lapped from one thigh to the next, and Dash’s mind raced at the feeling of somepony’s else’s hooves reaching along her body, sliding up and down her sides and chest. Applejack and Fluttershy finished with each other, and then turned back to her. Fluttershy leaned in and nibbled beneath her chin, but Applejack leered down at her.

“I just realized,” Applejack said, a smirk forming on her face. “I never did thank ya properly for helpin’ get us together.”

Rainbow Dash tried to answer, but between Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie’s ministrations, her voice came out only a squeaky rasp.

Applejack didn’t wait. She dove straight at Rainbow’s mouth. She didn’t hold anything back this time. She kissed Rainbow ferociously, almost violently. Rainbow Dash’s mind was a desire-filled haze, overcome by competing, contrasting sensations, and held in bed she couldn’t move away or put up any real fight even if she had wanted to. And she didn’t want to. Applejack’s ferocity threw her deeper into freeing lust. She lay on her back, restrained, her legs bound in slings, fully at the mercy of the five hottest mares she had ever seen. All she could think in that moment was how desperately she wanted Applejack and the rest of her friends to overwhelm her and make her scream.

Applejack’s tongue rushed into her panting mouth. It grappled with her own, pushed hers aside, reached further in, and took Dash’s whole mouth as her own. Applejack reached her hooves around her neck, and suddenly there were three sets of hooves running over Dash’s body—one gentle, one wild, and one strong—exploring and reaching, finding all her most intimate areas, and laying them bare. The heat and pressure between Rainbow Dash’s legs grew until she could think of little else, a heat and pressure that Pinkie drew nearer and nearer to with each lick and bite.

Something warm and tingling, like electricity, prickled Rainbow Dash’s coat. It started at the crook of her neck and worked its way down, brushing along her stomach, tickling her side, and massaging her abdomen, leaving behind a trail of charged, staticy pulses as it went. Dash looked down and saw a magenta glow on her coat, then looked past Applejack’s straw-blonde mane to see Twilight, her horn aglow and her face scrunched in deep concentration.

“Do you like that?” Fluttershy asked, pulling back slightly.

Twilight’s electric touch reached her cutie marks, and Rainbow let out a long, low moan that was quickly muffled again by Applejack’s mouth. Fluttershy giggled and began nipping and suckling at her neck again. Twilight stroked her flanks in tight circles in a literally magical touch that for the unicorn might have been even more intimate than a kiss. She caressed Dash’s cutie marks with pure, unfiltered magic, and its embrace sent wonderful sparks traveling up and down Dash’s legs as the heat within her body lit into a sweltering and burning flame.

Rainbow Dash could smell the musky, honeyed scent of her own arousal, and the sheets beneath her felt warmly damp on her flanks and back. But she didn’t only smell her own. Every time Applejack pulled away from her to take a gasp of air, Dash tasted the tangy lust of six different mares, all intermingling in the air, before Applejack’s mouth clamped around her own again. Rainbow heard her own excited whines between Applejack’s deep moans, over Fluttershy’s barely perceptible squeaks, the wet sounds of Pinkie’s tongue and lips between her legs, and the panting breaths of six mares.

Rainbow Dash’s wings flared behind her at full span, flapping and fluttering and twitching along with her lovers’ ministrations. Rarity drew alongside them and nuzzled her feathers. “Your wings are so lovely,” she purred, her voice low and lascivious. “Would you be a dear, Rainbow, and allow me to play with them for a while?”

With Applejack’s tongue in her mouth, Rainbow was in no position to answer, or even fully understand the question. She mewled into Applejack’s mouth, and Rarity, apparently taking that as a yes, reached her hoof up and ran it along the full length of Dash’s outstretched wings. Rainbow Dash trembled and gasped at the touch. It had been so long since any mare other than herself had touched her wings this way, she had forgotten how beautiful it could feel.

Rarity grinned. “Oh, you enjoy that, do you?” She ran a hoof along Dash’s feathers again, up and down, stroking harder and harder, sending waves of pleasure cresting up her wings to break and crash in her head.

But Rarity abruptly snagged a feather, and Rainbow Dash jerked away and cried out in pain.

It all instantly ceased. Rarity’s hoof dropped, Applejack’s lips fell away, Fluttershy pulled back, Pinkie Pie jumped out from between her legs, and Twilight’s magic disappeared.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Fluttershy asked.

“My wing,” Dash said, breathing heavily. “You were doing it too hard. I think you almost ripped that one out.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize,” Rarity said quickly, her face reddening. “I suppose I got a little over-excited. I’ve just been waiting for so long, and they felt so beautifully soft…” She reached a hoof up to Dash’s wings again, but she kneaded them gently this time, slowly working along the outward direction of the feathers, in a pleasant, stirring massage. “Is this better?”

“Mmm,” Dash purred, closing her eyes. “Yeah, that’s great.”

“Do you want us to keep going now?” Fluttershy asked.

“Oh my gosh, yes.”

Just as quickly as they had stopped, each of her friends rushed in again. Applejack’s lips met her own, Fluttershy’s teeth grazed her shoulder, Twilight’s magic took a hold of base of her tail, Pinkie’s tongue lapped just above her ever-moistening slit, and Rarity leaned down and sucked at the tip of one of her longest primaries, all together, all in a chaotic rhythm, all taken by lust, all at once.

Rainbow Dash arched her back and cried out again, from pleasure this time. She felt and heard and smelled so much, so quickly, the sensations crashed through and broke in her mind. She couldn’t think or talk or act, control her body in any wave at all, only relinquish herself to her friends and to the feelings they were working inside her. She felt Applejack’s tongue dance with her own, and both heard and felt Applejack’s moans shake down her throat. She felt Fluttershy’s mouth around her ear, sucking gently. Rainbow smelled the cool sweat on her head, felt her friends’ sweat run down onto her coat, felt her friends’ warm bodies pressing and rocking against herself. Hooves ran all across and over and under her, in her mane, on her neck, along her wings, up her thighs, until she couldn’t tell who touched her where anymore, only that she was being touched everywhere and by everyone. She heard Pinkie suck and lap around her soaked mound, and the sharp scent of her and her friends’ arousal burned in her nose. Sparking magic ran up her sides and elegant lips tugged at her feathers.

Through it all, Rainbow had never felt more cared for in all her life, and she had never been so keenly, physically aware of her friends’ love for her. She had always known they did, but it had never been so distinctly, clearly demonstrated to her before.

And she had never felt more turned on. The burning pressure inside her had become a fiery, throbbing need. Her lust soaked her thighs, and she ached for release.

“Pinkie, please,” she breathed out around Applejack’s mouth.

Pinkie Pie giggled a reply, then slid her tongue down and slid it directly across Rainbow’s mound, and it was warm and moist and soft. Dash cried out again as another surge of pleasure struck through her body. Pinkie stroked her tongue clear from one end of her dripping slit to the other, then dove down inside without a moment’s hesitation. Her long, twisting tongue felt beautifully cool on Dash’s desperately burning sex. Pinkie slid in deeper, filled her up from the inside out, stroked and lapped and sucked at her slick inner walls.

At the same time, Twilight ran her magic up Dash’s thighs and settled on and around and in her slit, prickling and tingling. She slowly massaged Dash’s folds, exploring and experimenting, discovering every inch of Rainbow’s sex, while Pinkie slipped deeper and deeper inside. Twilight finally found Dash’s stiff nub and enveloped it in her electric embrace. Rainbow Dash cried out into Applejack’s mouth, while Fluttershy sucked at her neck and Rarity ran her tongue between and over and along her feathers.

Pinkie Pie giggled, and Rainbow Dash felt laughs vibrate deep inside herself and squeaked and shook at the feeling. Pinkie frantically rutted further in, her tongue moving crazily inside, as Dash felt pleasure everywhere and all over, her hips bucking without any rhythm and her hooves pulling at her bandages, while Twilight’s magic worked in and around her sex, touching everywhere Pinkie’s tongue didn’t.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her vision blurred. Her head clouded. She couldn’t think or see anything past the unbelievable feelings her friends were working between her legs, into her mouth, along her wings, up her neck, down her thighs, in every part of her body.

She gasped past Applejack and ground hard into Pinkie Pie’s mouth.

Rarity used her tongue, her hooves, and her magic to massage the whole of Dash’s wings at once, and Dash twitched and flapped her wings madly. The smell of sex and arousal and sweat and perfume burned her nostrils. Her breaths came as shallow, hoarse, burning gasps. Applejack’s mouth consumed her own and Applejack’s tongue reached the back of her throat. Hooves touched every part of her, gripped her, held her, caressed her. Sounds of bodies grinding against each other, gasps, moans emanated all about her.

Applejack abruptly moved down and bit sharply at her neck, and Pinkie lapped at her whole sex at once, and Twilight’s magic wrapped around her clit and hummed, and Rarity sucked on the tips of her feathers, and Fluttershy caressed her softly and Rainbow Dash screamed as the fire and pressure inside her exploded and ripped up and down her limbs with her heartbeat and her inner muscles clenched and pulled at Pinkie’s tongue and her gasps hurt her throat as Applejack’s teeth sunk into her coat and she came a second time and her vision went dark.

She breathed heavily and slumped against the bed. Her whole body tingling. She squeaked and moaned with the aftershocks that rumbled up her spine. Her friends’ bodies pressed close against her, and everywhere she was wet with sweat and spittle, and teeth and tongues and hooves lightly caressed her coat. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she heard herself say, only half realizing it was her own voice.

Her friends wrapped legs around her and held her close, nuzzled her neck and chest, whispered sweet nothings in her ears. She felt warm, and satisfied, and loved. “Thank you, thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” Fluttershy said, somewhere very near.

“Rest now,” Rarity murmured by her ear.

Rainbow sighed contentedly. “So awesome… thank you, thank you…”

A blanket was wrapped snuggly around her. “Just sleep now,” Fluttershy whispered.

Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and fell asleep while all of her friends held her.