The deep thump of the bass roaring from the speakers at Vinyl’s show rolled through Pinkie Pie’s body and mind like waves on a beach sped up tenfold. Her wide pupils danced in syncopated rhythm over her even wider smile as she gyrated on the dance floor with Rainbow Dash, hooves and nose and tail all coming close, but never quite touching.

Dash had given up long ago trying to compete with Pinkie’s bizarrely sensual moves and just let herself enjoy the music. The rush she was getting from their apparent exchange of flirtation - though it was hard to be sure with Pinkie - kept the grin on her face lit brightly in spite of the fact that she was actually starting to get tired.

She signaled to Pinkie that she was thirsty and leaped straight up into the air, dodging around the other skydancing pegasi to swoop down on a just-abandoned table at the edge of the dance floor. There she panted happily, watching Pinkie thread her way effortlessly through the crowd, somehow managing to snag two drinks on her way. Briefly she entertained a fantasy that involved getting her drunk and dragging her off for a more private dance, but she quickly discarded it with a laugh when she remembered that even she couldn’t outdrink Pinkie.

Plunking the cider bottles on the table, Pinkie shouted just loud enough to be heard over the din. “Woo hoo! You’re a great dancer!” She bolted a third of her bottle and gave Dash a frank and appraising once-over. “You wanna... up the game a little?” she said with a saucy waggle of eyebrows as she flashed a pair of small brown pills she had hidden in one hoof.

Dash’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you freaking kidding me?” she said in a rush as an intoxicating mix of fear and excitement shot through her. She leaned close to shout-whisper in Pinkie’s ear, not noticing the red spots that appeared on the party pony’s cheeks at her nearness and the warmth of her breath. “Is that Pon-E?”

Nodding, Pinkie giggled. “Not to be confused with our good DJ, of course!” she chirped back. “And it’s totally the good stuff, too - clean and pure and fun fun fun!” She hopped in place in her excitement, her mane bobbing in time with the beat of the music.

Rainbow Dash rubbed her chin in thought, looking into Pinkie’s wide blue eyes. She trusted Pinkie Pie implicitly, even - perhaps especially - when it came to inebriants. And she had always wanted to try E....

“Okay, I’m in!” she blurted before she could change her mind. She smiled as Pinkie laughed with delight as she ran over to wrap her up in a huge hug. Her pleasure at the warm gesture intensified when Pinkie’s mouth found hers, her tongue flicking insistently at her lips. She parted them and felt a sudden heat at how good Pinkie tasted, and how amazingly wicked her tongue felt... as it pressed a small capsule into her mouth.

Grinning, she deepened the kiss, swallowing the pill and taking command of Pinkie’s mouth. The cider they had been drinking added a zing to Pinkie’s inherent sweetness, and it was a long time before they broke the kiss, both gasping and blushing madly at the happy cheers their display earned from the crowd around them.

Pinkie smiled and bit her lower lip, glowing in the wake of Dash’s passion. “Let’s get out of here,” she said with a wink as she turned toward the door, dragging Dash, who was still sporting pink cheeks and a silly grin, behind her. They ran through the streets, laughing and playing chase-tag, until Pinkie came to a screeching halt near the back of Sugarcube Corner.

Looking up at the top of the building, Pinkie frowned lightly, then nodded and pointed. “See? I left the window open just for you!” she said cheerily as she gathered Dash into another hug.

“Pinkie, what are you AH!” Dash shouted in surprise as Pinkie hoisted her, took aim at the window, and flung her straight at it. She started to extend her wings, then shrugged in midair and enjoyed the rush as she went straight through the window to land in a tumbling heap on Pinkie’s bed. She was immediately tangled in pink hooves and tickled by a giggling Pinkie, who didn’t relent until Dash finally cried out for peace.

“How did you get in here before me?” asked Dash when she finally caught her breath.

“What do you mean?” asked Pinkie with a small frown that quickly dissolved into a grin. “I was waiting for you the whole time. It was fun watching you fly in the window!”

“But I..."

“Tut tut!” Pinkie said, raising a hoof to stop her. “If I’m right about your metabolism, you should start reaaaaally feeling the effects..." She paused dramatically, hoof in the air, holding absolutely still but for the excited dance of her eyes.

Dash stared at her, one eyebrow raised, until her patience ran out a few seconds later. “Pinkie, you can’t possibly..."

“Now!” cried Pinkie, her hoof coming down like a racing flag. At the same moment, Dash’s world shifted a quarter step to the right.

“Mother of wind,” Rainbow Dash breathed out as her perceptions expanded to take in the entire room at once. For the first time since she could remember her brain actually shut the heck up and just marveled at what was around her. In slow motion she turned to look at Pinkie Pie, who was watching her with a quiet, but very gleeful smile.

“Pinkie... you are just plain gorgeous!” Dash said in a voice full of wonder. Part of her wanted to reach out to touch her, but she didn’t need to - she could see Pinkie’s beauty, feel it, smell it, and even taste it on the back of her tongue. And there was time - plenty of time. For now she could just lay there and stare, her eyes slightly moist as the intensity of Pinkie’s multilayered radiance washed over her.

Pinkie squirmed and laughed in delight as Dash relaxed on her bed. “I’m glad you think so,” she chirped, blushing lightly at the slow bob of rainbow mane that highlighted her answering nod. “...’cause I’ve always thought you were sexy as all get out, but didn’t know if I should tell you!”

Rainbow Dash pondered that for a while, her pupils dancing. Her usual defense mechanisms of bravado and near narcissism seemed far away, ineffective, unnecessary. Instead she found herself free - free to think, to feel, to be honest about how she felt about Pinkie.

“I don’t know about anypony else, and I don’t really care,” she said in a much softer voice than her usual rasp. “But Pinkie? Mare or not, crazy or not, and my own need to be the best aside..." She paused at that thought, amazed at her own ability to step away from the fear that was so much a part of her usual self.

Her eyes darted back to Pinkie, and she continued as if there had been no interruption. “...I want you like flowers want sun, like the beach wants the touch of the waves.” Her cheeks flushed with sudden passion. “Like pegasi want to fly.”

Pinkie’s eyes had widened with each simile, and at the last she gasped, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “Oh Dashie... I want you, too!” she said quietly, trembling with the power of having voiced her desire at last.

“And I finally threw the right party - the one I’ve been looking for this whole time! One for just me,” she whispered as she slowly crawled across the bed, then leaned forward to brush her lips lightly over Dash’s. “...and you.”

Brief as it was, that contact sent a jolt through Rainbow Dash unlike any she’d ever felt. She was suddenly ready - more ready than she had ever been, she thought rapidly - for anything, everything Pinkie had to offer, or would do, or wanted to do. To her, with her... anything.

“Anything?” Pinkie echoed quietly, grinning as Dash jumped and blushed, not having realized she had said it aloud.

Dash took a deep breath, and the scents in the room - most especially, the intriguing, alluring, and downright tempting scent of Pinkie Pie - filled her in a whirl of pleasure and anticipation. She slowly reached up to stroke Pinkie’s mane, marveling at its softness, and how the simple act of touching her made her feel safe, complete, and very aroused.

“Yes, Pinkie. Anything.”

Pinkie’s eyes roved over Dash’s body, and she swallowed as her mouth watered. “How about we start with... everything,” she breathed into Dash’s mouth as she moved to embrace her. As their coats slid together they melded into a single electric spark, heat and desire flooding through them as they moaned in unison. Their lips and tongues met, and they cried out, trembling with love and desire.

Hours later, Rainbow Dash slowly opened her eyes and grinned at how sticky her face felt. She turned her head to see Pinkie sleeping soundly beside her, chewing on one corner of her pillow.

“Oh, thank Celestia,” Dash said very quietly. “That wasn’t a dream.” She tucked herself around Pinkie - who made little grumbly noises as she nestled against her - then lay her head back down and drifted back to sleep, a happy smile on her face.

Author's Note

Inspired by my good friend Perlandria. Thanks, minion!