Pinkie Pie's BFF

"Pinkie! Please, Pinkie Pie! I need it so bad… why are you making me wait…"

Pinkie Pie could hear Rainbow Dash's cries from the attic of her apartment above Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie continued to clean the kitchen, wiping up where Gummy had decided to trail flour across the tiled floor.

"Pinkie, c'mon! You know it hurts to wait!"

It had been two months since Pinkie had forcibly injected her friend with heroin and began sexually interfering with her. As much as Dash had resisted, her thrill seeking nature had caused the heroin to sink its hooks deep into her. Even after one dose, the next morning with her mind still fuzzy in recollecting the previous night's events, it did not take much for her to be convinced by Pinkie to try another shot. After that, it had been a doddle for Pinkie to get the heroin dependant, needy friend who could never leave her – not while she was giving her something she couldn't get elsewhere and couldn't live without.

For Pinkie, the sex was great too. The more Dash was hooked, the less interested in sex she was herself but she would do absolutely anything for Pinkie in order to get her next fix. The power Pinkie felt when she made Dash do such depraved things was a real kick. Occasionally she would shoot up with her friend but it never seemed to get its hooks into her. It made her too tired and subdued; she preferred cocaine. For Pinkie, coke was one hell of a drug and easy to come by with the right contacts. Zecora could get pretty much anything anypony could want – Pinkie had made sure however that she herself was the only supplier in Ponyville.

Three days after she moved into Pinkie's attic, all of Rainbow Dash's close friends in town received a letter. It had not been difficult to manipulate Rainbow Dash into announcing that she had left Ponyville.

"Dear friend,

I am sorry I could not tell you this face to face, but I am leaving Ponyville for a little while. I need to find cool new adventures and visit all four corners of Equestria. Sleepy Ponyville is a great place but I need to stretch my wings!

Once I have found my place in this world, I will be back to tell you my awesome tales!

Love,

RD"

It had come as a surprise but did not seem too suspicious to her friends. Rainbow Dash had a pace which really didn't fit the slow life in Ponyville. With no return address on the letter, all of her friends had a small gathering for her at Fluttershy's cottage where they raised a glass and wished their dear friend the best of luck. With Dash's speed and love of travelling around they were sure she would be back to visit them all soon.

None of her friends suspected that Dash was actually locked up in Pinkie's attic, hopelessly hooked on heroin and being used as a personal sex and friendship toy by the crazy party-loving pony.

"Ahwwwww Pinkie, I feel so sick, please hurry!"

Pinkie threw the cleaning cloth into the sink and rinsed her front hooves.

"Oki-doki-loki Dashie! I'll be up for you in a second!"

Pinkie Pie opened her medicine cabinet in the corner of the kitchen; it was like a drug-dealers stash. A box of sealed syringes, a large bag of coke, unmarked vials of a clear liquid, a sharps box, cotton wool balls and most importantly of all, a tub of white powder – strong and pure heroin.

Placing the tub of smack, a sealed syringe and a cotton wool ball on the counter, Pinkie took in her mouth a teaspoon from her cutlery drawer and scooped up a tiny amount of the white powder. It was still early days in Dash's dependency and Pinkie had to be very careful not to overdose her friend or it was game over. She'd have to make the choice of taking Dash to Nurse Redheart and most likely her deeds being exposed or more likely, she would have to let Dash die and then find a new best friend forever.

Pinkie squirted a splash of lemon juice onto the heroin, gave it a little shake and with the spoon in her mouth, held it over the flame of the oven hob. Pinkie was frisky as she always was in evening and she had a special task for Dash to earn her fix today. Rarity, Fluttershy and Pinkie were all of the age where they were very curious about sex and Rarity had a lot of books, both fictional and educational on the subject. In one of the more graphic ones, Pinkie had read about 'rimming' and wanted to see what that felt like. From what she had read, Pinkie still wasn't sure if she was a 'lesbian'. The things she did with Rainbow Dash would definitely point at that conclusion – she loved Dash and thought she was very attractive. To an outsider however, this relationship could be considered rather abusive and manipulative.

The heroin in the spoon boiled forming a clear liquid and Pinkie quickly placed the spoon on the counter before the heat travelled up the handle and burned her tongue. She dipped the cotton wool into the liquid, un-wrapped the syringe and slowly drew the fluid into the barrel. It was her careful hygiene precautions that had kept Dash nice and healthy despite her three to four daily injections.

Pinkie placed the cap over the needle of the syringe and pranced upstairs. She held the needle in her mouth and climbed up the ladder to the attic. Inside, Dash was lying on her bed groaning and shivering – she had vomited a little into the bucket beside her.

"Awww poor Dashie, I'm sorry! You ok, bestest friend?"

Dash had lost a lot of weight but still looked healthy despite the chills she was enduring. Of a night after Dash had her evening fix, Pinkie would spend the dark hours hugging and fussing her friend. She would groom her mane and tail; keeping her best friend clean, happy and entertained. When Dash was high she loved to lay on her tummy and let Pinkie stroke her all over. Pinkie would tell her what a good pony she was and how she could be this happy forever. It was not sexual for Dash, she found it hard to feel aroused when high but she felt so much pleasure that it was hard to even consider leaving. It was only when she was experiencing crippling withdrawals that she questioned the lifestyle she was living but Pinkie would quickly make sure she was dosed back up again.

"I'm ok Pinkie but I'm so desperate for a hit… please? Best friend?"

Pinkie smiled and sat beside Dash on the bed, stroking her rainbow locks from her sweaty brow.

"It's ok, Pinkie's here! Do you love me, Dashie?"

Pinkie grinned as wide as she could and blinked down at her friend.

"Sure, Pinkie! You know I do! Please? I got the shakes so bad…"

Pinkie kissed Dash on the forehead.

"Okay Dashy, I'll hook you up now and then I need you to do something special for me oki-doki?"

Rainbow Dash nodded and closed her eyes. Resting back on the pillow, she put out her left arm and rested it on Pinkie's lap. Pinkie Pie took the leather belt hanging on the bed-knob and looped it round her friend's bicep, tightening it to help find a vein.

"Aww you look so sweet Dashie. You know, I could just squish you up and turn you into cupcakes!"

Dash giggled and then winced as Pinkie pushed the needle into her arm. She had never liked needles but as long as she didn't have to look, it wasn't so bad. With the syringe in place, Pinkie drew the plunger back checking she had hit a vein – a little blood mixed with the heroin and so she slowly pushed it down, letting the full dose empty into her friend.

Withdrawing the needle, Pinkie loosened the belt letting the drug flow around Dash's system.

"Awwww yeah, that's awesome. Thanks Pinkie."

Dash sighed and pushed her head back against the pillow, wriggling her hind hooves. Dash still couldn't believe how amazing the feeling was every time Pinkie shot her up, it was like sinking into a warm bath of jelly. Nothing seemed to matter and she wanted Pinkie to sit beside her forever, pumping her full of that magic drug.

Pinkie put the syringe on the bedside table and lay down with Dash, pushing her nose against her friend's ear and licking.

"So Dashie, gonna do something for Pinkie Pie?"

Rainbow Dash wriggled and kissed Pinkie on the ear. She didn't really enjoy the things Pinkie had her do when she was high but she didn't dislike them either. Sometimes she would get aroused especially if Pinkie was licking her down below but in the throes of a heroin fix it was hard for her to orgasm sometimes. She was happy to do these things for Pinkie as it seemed to make her happy and kept her supplying those precious doses of smack.

Pinkie took a small bag of white powder from the drawer under the bedside table and put it on the bed as she changed ends and got into a sixty-nine position with Dash, climbing on top of her. Pinkie's face was just above Dash's most personal area while Dash was looking up at Pinkie's. Dash knew what Pinkie liked and started to kiss and lick her mare-parts; they always tasted pretty good as Pinkie was a very clean pony. Perhaps the amount of sugary sweet foods the party-hard pony consumed helped too.

Pinkie pushed back a little against her friend's face, Dash's tongue always felt good – Pinkie had asked Dash during one of their late night cuddle sessions if she had done that kind of thing before. Dash had denied it but Pinkie was not convinced, not that it was a problem. Dash had blushed when Pinkie had told her just how good it felt to have her wet tongue in her intimate parts. Rarity had told her the correct words for those 'parts' but Pinkie couldn't bring herself to say them.

A little of the bag of white powder, was emptied by Pinkie onto the soft blue coat just below Dash's navel. Covering one nostril she snorted it up and closed her eyes as Dash slurped and licked away. Zecora's coke was amazing stuff. Pinkie rubbed her nose and looked back at her friend.

"Oh wow-wee, that's some good gear! You wanna try?"

Rainbow Dash stopped for a second and shook her head, her muzzle all wet and messy.

"You just love that smack don't you, Dashie? Oki-doki, well… I need you to lick a bit higher up! All the way up!"

Dash felt a little twinge between her legs - this was so sordid and dirty. She reached up and pushed Pinkie's frilly tail up, exposing her clean and pink hole. Pinkie pushed her rear down as she felt warm breath under her tail and gasped as it was licked by a warm wet tongue.

"Oh.. my… Dashie, that's good…"

Pinkie rested her head on Dash's tummy and reached an arm back and under to stroke between her own legs. She gasped and bit down gently at the flesh of Dash's flat stomach.

"Tell me you love me, Dashie? Tell me how much you want to be with me forever?"

Rainbow Dash spoke in a muffled voice with her lips against her friends behind. Even Pinkie's dirtiest place was clean and sweet-tasting.

"Forever, Pinkie! I wanna be your little pony 'til we die!"

This was too much for Pinkie and she pushed her nose into Dash's fur as a rumbling orgasm rocked her. She jerked her hoof against her privates while Dash licked away under her tail. Her little hole twitched at every lick as the orgasm subsided leaving Pinkie to wipe her slick hoof on her friend's tummy fur.

Pinkie kissed Dash on the stomach and sighed contently.

"That was, wow, mind-blowing Dashie! Would you like me to do it to you?"

Dash shook her head and smiled sleepily. It wasn't easy giving oral sex after a big shot of heroin.

"Naw. Its ok, Pinkie. Kiss and cuddle? Please?"

Pinkie wriggled off Dash and got into a spooning position with her friend. Pinkie was the big spoon and her wet tummy and private parts rubbed against Dash's hind as she cuddled her little pony.

"I love you so much Dashie, you are the best friend a pony could have."

Dash mumbled back sleepily. Pinkie emptied a little of the cocaine onto her own tongue then coerced Dash to turn her head, giving the rainbow pegasus an open-mouthed kiss and sharing the drug with her.

Pinkie smooched the back of her friend's neck as Dash turned away and yawned.

"Have you ever wanted to be a boy-pony, Dashie?"