Applejack and Rainbow Dash staggered out of the club laughing their asses off. They leaned into each other and nearly fell over as they staggered down the road.
“Did you see how pissed that stallion was that you were my date?” Dash asked amidst fits of laughter.
Applejack wiped a tear from her eye. “Yeah, I reckon he was lookin’ to plow you pretty hard. Wonder how big his cock was.”
“Well, too fucking bad for him. I ain’t into them!” Dash slapped Applejack on the back as they laughed even harder. “I mean, I know you play for both teams, but I think dicks are icky. Icky dickies.”
Applejack giggled madly at the rhyme. “Too bad you ain’t got a strap-on. Then I could play for both teams at the same time.”
“Applejack, I can’t believe you mentioned that! I was gonna wait ’til we made it back to the hotel, but I brought one with me.”
Applejack stared at Rainbow Dash wide-eyed before busting out in laughter again. “No shit. Where’d you get it?”
“It’s actually Twilight’s,” Dash said. “I think her coltfriend likes getting his ass fucked, but every time I bring it up, she won’t tell me. Anyway, she cleaned it with some magical doohickey, so it’s clean enough for us to mess around.”
“Better tell Twilight to clean it before we give it back to her,” Applejack drolled. “I wouldn’t...wouldn’t want my cum makin’ it all sticky.”
“AJ, that’s what it’s for. She’ll understand.”
“Well, let’s get back to the hotel before I pass out!” Applejack hollered, and the two of them staggered down the road. Trottingham was a nice enough town that there wasn’t any real danger of crime, but it was also large enough to have clubs and bars and it was close to Ponyville. That had made it the ideal place for Applejack and Rainbow Dash to have a trashy date night.
They finally made it back to the hotel and to their room, on the first floor as Applejack wisely requested. Dash struggled to use her key to get in.
“Gimme that,” Applejack said. “I have steadier hooves than you.”
“You’re telling me. That’s why you give the best hoofjobs.”
“Oh, stop!” Applejack barked, slapping Dash playfully in the chest. Dash gasped, sounding affronted, and smacked Applejack right in the ass.
“Fuck off!” Applejack said with a jeer, but she managed to unlock the room and open the door. Dash flew over to the bed and stumbled when she landed, so she fell over onto the other side of the floor.
“You all right, Sugarcube?” Applejack asked as Dash lifted herself off the floor. She was laughing hysterically and smiling.
“Yeah. Just got a little dizzy on that landing. Here, lemme get the dick thingy so we can get started.”
“Really?” Applejack asked, shutting and locking the door and putting the key on the nightstand. “No foreplay? No hoofjob or eating out? We’re just gonna go straight to the dick?”
“What’s the point of building it up when we can just fuck the way we want to?” Dash asked, climbing into the bed and putting on the large purple strap-on. “Now get on the bed and get ready to get wrecked.”
“Yeah, right,” Applejack said, crawling into the bed next to Dash. “I bet you won’t even get me to cum. You have no fucking idea how a dick works.”
“I bet I can give you your first orgasm in five minutes flat,” Dash said, now adjusting the strap-on so it was snug and secure. “Then you’re paying for breakfast tomorrow.”
“And you’ll pay if I don’t get off by then?” Applejack asked.
“Fucking right. Now, are we gonna do this or what?”
Applejack spread her hind legs. “Fuck me, Rainbow Dash,” she purred. She then broke into a fit of laughter.
Dash, however, had a look of determination on her face. She crawled over to Applejack and took a look at the clock on the nightstand. Applejack looked at it, too, both of them waiting for the second-hand to reach the twelve. Dash started counting down the seconds.
“Three...two...one...go!” she cried, and she pushed the strap-on into Applejack’s vagina. Applejack was taken aback by the force she thrusted with, a force that was almost painful. The thought of Dash ravaging her like this was beginning to make her wet, but she had to keep her resolve. It hadn’t even been ten seconds yet, and she could already feel herself getting moist.
Dash wouldn’t let up, keeping an eye on the clock as she rocked back and forth. The artificial dick was pushing in and out of Applejack, and Dash was pleased when she started to see moisture on the appendage.
This ain’t gonna do it, she thought. She bent down so her face was level with Applejack and she planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. Applejack gladly returned the kiss, accepting Dash’s tongue into her mouth almost immediately. She could feel her loins starting to heat up.
Quick, Applejack, think about something that’ll turn you off. Granny Smith immediately came to mind, and she was starting to calm down. That meant she wasn’t returning the kisses enthusiastically, so Dash forced her tongue even deeper down Applejack’s mouth.
Damn it, this isn’t working! Dash gave up on the kissing and bit Applejack in the neck. She did this repeatedly until Applejack started gasping, and once that happened she bit harder and faster.
Dash took a quick look at the time. Three minutes already! Applejack was holding out way more than she expected, so she kneaded Applejack’s chest with her hooves. Applejack started moaning, but Dash moved her hooves over to Applejack’s cutie marks. When Applejack gasped, she knew she had hit the sweet spot and started massaging them.
Applejack’s breath quickened and her tongue was now lolling out of her mouth. Dash knew her lover and recognized that she was getting close, and not a moment too soon. She had just hit the four minute mark, and that second hand was ticking awfully fast.
Applejack bit her lip to keep from screaming Dash’s name. She was starting to sweat, and the force with which Dash was thrusting into her was setting her loins ablaze. Pretty soon, she couldn’t hold in her screams, so she shouted Dash’s name into the air.
Dash switched over to quick, powerful thrusts that made Applejack’s whole body shake. Thirty seconds left! The strap-on was now quite slick, but that didn’t mean Applejack was having an orgasm.
Then Applejack let out a high-pitched wail. Dash looked down and saw cream spray out of Applejack’s vagina. She took a quick look at the time and saw she only had ten seconds to spare. She rode out the orgasm and then dismounted Applejack, pulling the strap-on out and lying down next to her.
“Oh, fuck,” Applejack gasped, trying to catch her breath. “You just barely pulled it off. Good job.”
“Have fun paying for breakfast tomorrow,” Dash said with a smile.
“Don’t think you’re gettin’ off so easy,” Applejack said. “Take off that strap-on, and I’ll show you what an orgasm feels like.”
“As if I don’t already know,” Dash remarked with a wink.
“Well, I guarantee this one’s gonna be better than all the rest,” Applejack promised.
“Prove it,” Dash challenged her.
Applejack laughed as she crawled on top of Rainbow Dash and gave her rough kisses. It was only fair to pay her back after the ride Dash had just sent her through, and the night was still young yet.
Author's Note
Short and to the point, like Dash's lovemaking here. Usually getting somepony to climax that fast is a bad thing, but these two are too drunk to care.
