When Rainbow Dash finally returned home, she limped over to her shower first. Applejack had been so rough on her, she was thankful that the earth mare didn't crush her pelvis or something. Dash hardly felt like her clothes were even on, and she couldn't remember turning the shower on. It didn't matter to her though, she needed to get rid of all the sweat and other fluids that covered her coat, which thankfully didn't need to be brushed. After she had finished, she limped over towards her bedroom right away. After all that was put through, she didn't even want to think about clothes and just walked through the hallway naked. It wasn't like there would be any ponies around her house, and Tank had seen her furiously masturbating every heat season he had been with her, so she never needed to worry about it. All she needed now was sleep.

The pegasus flopped face-first onto her pillow, her wings twitching slightly from the contact. Her rod had already started peeking out of her sheath, but she wasn't going to do anything to touch it, not after after all Applejack put it through. Her balls ached, her vulva burned, her mind was dead; really, there was practically nothing inviting her for sex anytime soon, let alone leaving her bed. All she needed to do now was close her eyes and....

The next thing Rainbow Dash knew, it was early morning. Looking down, she found that she had gotten underneath the covers sometime during her sleeping, also noting the tent pitched near the center. On the upside, this meant that she had recovered after her romp with Applejack. With a sigh, she headed over to the bathroom to clean up, and hopefully calm down the morning rager between her legs.

Once that was settled, she sauntered back naked to her room and went to her closet. Today, she was working with Pinkie Pie down at Sugarcube Corner, so she wouldn't need anything short or revealing. Considering her options, Dash decided to go with a thin, indigo hoodie and some loose-fitting jeans. As for her underwear, she opted for a cyan bra and matching boxers with ankle-cut, white socks. Fashion wasn't really something she knew much of, but after hearing it non-stop from Rarity for so many years, she subconsciously picked it up through habit.

With her outfit selected and a granola bar in her hand, Dash headed out for her meeting with Pinkie. As she flew down towards town, Dash couldn't help but think about what would happen should Pinkie find out about her junk. Knowing her, she'd probably start bouncing off the wall, not shutting up about it until everypony in town knew. Not a good outcome, meaning that she'd have to be incredibly careful around her.

Rainbow found things around the pastry shop to be...dull, for a lack of better words. Nobody was around the cafe, and neither of the Cakes were there. For a bit, she actually wondered if there was any life in the building at all. Of course, the sounds of footsteps rushing out of the kitchen cleared away any thoughts of those. Rushing straight through the double doors came Pinkie Pie, the bubbly mare smiling at the sight of Dash. She wore a long-sleeved, yellow and blue-banded shirt with a pink t-shirt over it. She was also wearing knee-socks of the same color leading up to a pair of pink short shorts and even had pink-and-white sneakers on.

Without any kind of provocation, Pinkie rushed over the counter and embraced Dash in a warm hug. Right away, Dash could feel two large mounds pressing against her chest. Due to all the sweets that the baker had inhaled on a daily basis, she completely filled out her body in all the right ways. Yet, somehow, she had managed to keep an hourglass figure after all of that. Twilight spent practically a month straight racking her mind on how she could do that, Rarity even helping out once she came to know of it. Dash was almost there with the two unicorns on that case, mostly jealous that Pinkie could get away with it. Still, she was happy with the hand she was dealt nonetheless.

"It's so good to see you, Dashie!" Pinkie squealed happily as she momentarily lifted Dash off the ground.

"Nice to see you too, or anyone for that matter. Where is everybody?" Dash responded, the pink mare letting go of her soon after.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Cake took the twins out to get some supplies, and business is going pretty slow right now" she answered with a small giggle afterward. Typical Pinkie Pie, all things considered. The baker soon opened up the counter and led Dash back to the kitchen, eager to get to work on...whatever it was that needed help with in the first place. As they walked, Dash started to wonder why Pinkie would choose someone like her to help out in the kitchen. Surely, somepony like Applejack-whom of which was very experienced with baking-would be a better choice. Then again, considering it was Pinkie, it didn't really make sense to begin with.

Dash's nose was immediately bombarded with the sweet smell of baked goods all around her. Just what you'd expect from a pastry shop, it was the perfect job for someone as hyper as Pinkie. Still, she worried what might happen if Pinkie ever did crash from her seemingly-endless sugar rush. Just the thought alone made her shudder.

"Silly filly, it's totally warm in her, why are you shivering?" Pinkie asked in her usual, cheerful tone.

Dash simply shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, just something I was thinking of, it's not important" Dash responded as she reached over for an apron.

"Okie dokie lokie!" Pinkie responded, somehow already wearing an apron. Dash wasn't about to ask questions. All she needed to do was help out in the kitchen and she'd be out of there.

Dash was pulling what felt like the fifth or sixth cake out of the oven. Just like she expected of her, Pinkie had Dash baking some extra sweets for the shop while the owners were out. Pinkie herself was tasked with decorating the cakes, covering them in all varieties of different icing. On the upside, at least she wasn't sweating like crazy. Still, she would've liked to be a little bit cooler than was. It was kind of funny; even now, she was focused on being cooler. Sometimes, she simply couldn't believe that-

(Insert splat sound effect here) "Oh no!" Pinkie cried out.

Dash turned around and walked over to the distressed baker. "Pinkie, what's wrong?" she asked as she spun her friend around, immediately regretting it. Pinkie entire face, a bit of her mane, and even some of her chest was covered in a white cream, giving her an incredibly dirty look.

"I accidentally spilled some icing" was all Pinkie could say as she stripped off her apron.

Dash merely went red in the face as all manner of naughty thoughts flooded her mind. Instinctively, the pegasus leaned her crotch against the table, the front of her jeans beginning to tighten. Of all the things that could happen, this was among the worst. Luckily, Pinkie wasn't aware of this. An entire floodgate of randomness and non-top chatter appeared in her mind, and if so much as one pony appeared at the backdoor during that time, it would all be over. But of course, none of that would happen as long as-

"Hey, what's wrong , Dashie?"

-that didn't happen.

"Uh...what are you talking about?" Dash asked, trying to keep her crotch as plastered to the wall as possible. It didn't help though as Pinkie appeared next to Dash, looking her dead in the eye.

"Your face is all red and you're all sweaty, do you have a fever?" Pinkie asked as she placed a hand on Dash's forehead. The pegasus' wings twitched slightly from the contact. Pinkie's hand was so soft and warm, and it contrasted well with all the blood rushing to her forehead. Still, she kept her groin against the table, which Pinkie also noticed.

The baker simply gave it some thought and walked along, a worried expression adorning her face. She walked over to one of the pantries and pulled out a small bottle. She emptied the contents of it into her palm and then walked back to Dash. "Here, take these" she instructed.

"What are these?" Dash inquired, curious about the two small pills she was handed.

"Mrs. Cake uses them all the time when she's in heat, I figured you might need them" Pinkie deadpanned, earning an eye bulge from Dash.

All things considered, Dash was reasonably hesitant to consume the pills. Due to her condition, she wasn't really certain if she could take pills prescribed for a pure female. Then again, it did beat the alternative. Without second-guessing, Dash decided to take the pills to get the relief she needed. Of course...it would've helped if the pills were actually what she needed and not the exact opposite.

Dash's entire body seemed to burn up, she staggered onto the ground as her member started swelling up right away. Whatever was in that bottle, it wasn't stopping her heat. "Pinkie, give the bottle you got those pills from" Dash pleaded, the baker doing so right away. The pegasus' eyes went wide and her heart sank when she read the label. There it was, in big, bold letters; Aphrodisiac.

Another convulsion in her body and her pants got even tighter. Pinkie, worried over the condition of her friend, leaned down on her knees and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Dashie, what's the matter with...you...?" she asked as she took a firm glance at the tent forming in her friend's jeans. No other words were discussed as Dash's flared head popped out of the brim of her pants, the wide, blue crown already dribbling with pre-cum. Pinkie silently stood up and walked over to the backdoor, closing the top of it and locking it.

Dash couldn't even think right now, her wings and rod were both throbbing like crazy, her tail was twitching here and there, and her pussy was soaking wet. She hardly even felt being grabbed when she was suddenly pulled up onto her feet by Pinkie. She turned around, her member bobbing already, and found a rather arousing facial expression on Pinkie.

"Looks like we get to have a private little party right here" Pinkie said in a surprisingly-sexy voice. Before Dash could react, Pinkie had her lips pressed against the former's, her tongue invading her mouth right away. She broke off after a bit, a thin trail of saliva between the two of them as Pinkie turned into an incredibly sultry being, something that the hot-and-bothered Rainbow Dash found irresistible.

Pinkie leaned over and unzipped Dash's jeans, the fabric falling around her knees as her member bounced free, reaching its full length already. Pinkie started to put her baking skills to work and kneaded Dash's balls as she teased her rod with long licks across the base. Dash let out a throaty moan at the contact made, pleasure building up so fast, that her eyes had shut themselves, her head leaning back.

When next she opened them, Pinkie was stark naked, her clothes scattered all over the place. Of course, there wasn't any time to consider how she managed to do that considering her mind was still in a haze from the aphrodisiac. Before she knew it, Pinkie was already licking and suckling the crown of her member's head, popping it into her mouth soon after. She could swear she felt something incredibly soft around the base of her rod, specifically around her medial ring. Peering through a single open eye, she found that it was Pinkie rubbing her soft, pillowy breasts against the meaty shaft, her delicate, pink nubs already hardening against the pulsating meat.

Pinkie continued her ministrations as she started taking inch after inch of Dash's shaft. Her head bobbed up and down so quickly, Dash was having difficulty keeping herself contained. She didn't think it were possible, but she actually felt Pinkie's nose rub against her crotch. She was able to take her entire 16-inch rod in her throat! Dash could hardly believe how freakish Pinkie was. Of course, that would have to wait for later; right now, she could feel her rod swell and her balls tense up.

Without warning, Dash violently started spraying her seed down Pinkie's throat. As if her deep-throating skills weren't insane enough, the baker surprised Dash by actually swallowing all of her cum, not a single drop escaped her velvet lips. Once her member stopped its spasms, Pinkie started taking her head of it. She looked up at Dash and grinned, stopping only to cough a couple of times. "I can tell you liked that" she stated as she delicately stroked Dash's still-hard, throbbing rod. "Let's see if we can fire this party cannon one more time" she purred, pushing Dash onto the table, getting her ready for the next phase. "So lie down, and get ready for round two" Pinkie smiled as she hopped up onto the table.

Pinkie lined her dripping pussy up with Dash's member, the pegasus' vision beginning to fade slightly. She was still feeling hot from the drugs, and it didn't seem like it would wear off anytime soon. Dash's sights lined up perfectly once Pinkie had started taking the first few inches of her prick, giving the pegasus the most sultry look she'd ever seen. Dash could feel every inch inside twitching pleasurably, Pinkie's moist vaginal muscles squeezing her tightly. She wasn't moving much, just barely bobbing her hips, yet it was enough to make Dash squirm like crazy, her wings fluttering on either side of the table.

Pinkie went a few inches lower, taking one of Dash's hands and inching it up closer to one of her ample breasts. Dash took the opportunity and gave the pillowy mound a good squeeze, the soft flesh practically consuming her fingers. Pinkie started bobbing her hips around Dash's medial ring, occasionally reaching a hand down to return the breast squeezing favor. Neither of the two mares said a word, all they did was exchange pleasured moans and gasps between each other. Soon enough, Pinkie had started lowering herself until Dash was completely hilted inside her, the latter twitching like crazy as she felt something reach back and flick at her vulva. Focusing back as far as she could, she could see one of Pinkie's hands right behind her, easily making her the source of this newfound pleasure.

In mere minutes, Dash was reduced to a sweaty, drooling pile of feathers, both her rod and pussy twitching from the attention Pinkie was providing. Pinkie herself seemed to tense her, her back arching as she let out a high-pitched gasp.

"Ugh, I'm about to cum..." Pinkie moaned as she climaxed, the immediate tightening of her internal walls nearly bringing Dash to the same result. "Oh yeah, that feels good" Pinkie breathed, peering down at Dash.

"Now it's your turn, Dashie" she started, "Cream this pie, hurry" she pleaded as she quickened her pace. Dash grabbed hold of the balloons adorning the baker's flanks and started to thrust herself into her friend's moist snatch as hard as she could, the sounds of their gasping increasing until Dash's entire body spasmed. Right away, her urethra exploded with a second load of her seed shooting right up Pinkie's already-sopping cunt. "Uhh....so warm" Pinkie breathed as she felt the warm fluid filling her womb.

Dash's rod started going limp from all the abuse, sliding out of Pinkie's pussy as the pink mare lied down on top of Dash, her breasts serving as what kept the two separate, forcing Pinkie to lean up slightly with what little strength she had left to kiss Dash one last time before losing consciousness. Dash merely embraced the tired mare, smiling happily as she rested on top of her. She reached down and tried pulling her shaft out of Pinkie, only to struggle as the latter's vaginal muscles fought to keep it inside. While the idea of keeping her flaccid rod inside of one of her friend's pussies was certainly enticing, she didn't want to risk being caught by the Cakes when they come home.

After a bit of coaxing, Dash had finally managed to awaken Pinkie, whom of which hugged Dash close. "You were awesome as always, Dashie" Pinkie whispered as she pulled Dash's ear into her mouth. The pegasus merely chuckled as she tried pulling away from the baker's teeth.

"I just supplied the package, you're the kinky one who started deep-throating my dick. Where'd ya learn how to do something like that anyway?" she inquired, only to be met with an airy giggle.

"I can't tell you that, silly, Mistress would be mad at me" Pinkie answered, raising more questions than they are answers for, as per usual. Still, Dash decided to let it go for the time being, until she noticed her member hardening up again. "That doesn't look good" the pegasus breathed.

Pinkie just put a thumb to her chin and thought about it. "I think you might wanna see a doctor about that" she stated, getting a startled look from Dash in the process.

"You can't be serious?" Dash reasoned. Unfortunately for her, the way her rod suddenly started hurting only seemed to cement the need for urgent medical attention.

"I'll go call for an ambulance" Pinkie said as she started heading towards the phone, only for Dash to grab her arm.

"First things first, you gotta promise me that you won't tell anybody about...you know" Dash desperately asked, pointing to her member with her eyes.

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye" Pinkie responded, making all the appropriate Pinkie promise gestures, making Dash smile at her.

Author's Note

Considering the unusual mix of hormones, I'm pretty sure that anything like gender-specific drugs would've only made things worse anyway. Right?

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