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            My Little Snout: Physics is Painful            
                      -by PinkieBeam-                      
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                  Physics And Flour Sacks                  
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Physics And Flour Sacks
“Dashie…” the pink pony started, turning away from the tray of cupcakes sitting atop the oven and staring partly at her Pegasus friend and partly at the ground.
“What is it Pinkie?” the mare asked, suddenly becoming nervous at her friend’s hushed tone.
“I…” she continued, lowering her eyes to completely break all contact with the cyan pony, seemingly embarrassed.
“Pinkie, what’s the matter?” Rainbow Dash asked again, starting to get antsy. What could Pinkie Pie of all ponies be getting so upset about? She always says what’s on her mind—including things that most ponies would usually be embarrassed about! She thought to herself.
“I… I think that, maybe…” she stuttered, “We… might not have enough flour…” she finished, chuckling nervously.
Rainbow Dash almost lost her footing and half-stumbled, half-lurched forward in relief—and disappointment. “Oh, geez, I thought you were—uh—well, never mind that. I can go get some more flour; I’ll be back in ten seconds flat—”
Pinkie lifted her head back up and she regarded her friend with a look of happy disagreement. “No, no, no, no, no Dashie! You stay right here and make sure that the cupcakes don’t disappear like last time!” Pinkie intercepted, recalling an event that involved her leaving the room for a moment and Rainbow Dash getting a sudden burst of hunger without admitting to it. “Besides, the flour sacks are reeaaallllyyyyy high up; I don’t want you hurting yourself! ‘Cause the last time you hurt yourself, you ended up in the hospital for a long time and had to not do anything for a while and I know how boring that must have been for you—especially since you didn’t want to read anything—and—mmpf!” the energetic mare rambled, without taking any breaths, only stopping when her Pegasus friend put a hoof over her mouth.
“Alright, Pinkie, I get it, I get it!” she interrupted. “But—uh—wouldn’t it be easier for me, since I can fly—and you’re gone…” Rainbow Dash sighed, her friend already having disappeared as-per-usual. “How does she do that…?” she asked aloud, falling back on to her haunches. To pass the time it would take for Pinkie Pie to get back with the flour, the cyan Pegasus thought to herself about what she was so nervous of moments before. I could have sworn that pony was going to ask me out…! That was close… Well, I guess that it’s better to ask her sooner than later; I’ve been meaning to ask her out for a while now I just need the right opportunity and then—
Pinkie hopped back into the room, balancing a full bag of flour on her nose, breaking Rainbow Dash’s concentration. “I’m back~! Didja miss me~?” she sang, winking at her friend playfully.
Still coming out of her thoughts, Dash couldn’t help but blush a little at the party pony’s antics. “Uh—y-yeah, I mean—uh… Hey, you should be careful with that flour before physics takes its toll; you thought I would hurt myself but you’re balancing it on your nose!” she sputtered out, desperately trying to change the subject before Pinkie noticed her flushed features (also being noticeably confused as to how exactly the pink earth-pony was managing to mess up physics yet again but chalking it up to a simple it’s just Pinkie Pie before long).
“I’m balancing flour on my…? Ah!” Pinkie tried to look up to see what Rainbow Dash was talking about when the bag of flour seemed to suddenly return to the logical world that Pinkie ignored and was subdued by gravity, collapsing on top of the curly-maned mare, causing her to smack her snout off the floor of the bakery with a loud thud. The flour sack flopped limply away from the earth-pony and she covered her throbbing snout with both front hooves. “Ow…” she lied there, moaning.
“Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash gasped, her wings unfurling in surprise as she rushed over to help her collapsed friend. “Are you alright?” she yelled.
Pinkie winced as though the rainbow-maned Pegasus had struck her. “Mmn… Please, Dashie, not so loud for a bit… I think I jiggled my brain around a little…” the pink mare groaned, with her eyes closed, trying to stand up—only to slide back down—not wanting to release her snout.
“Sorry, Pinkie… Here, let me help you up—I told you that I should have just gotten the flour…” she reprimanded, sliding a wing under the pink pony to help lift her off the floor. “Here, I’ll take you upstairs; it’s the least I can do.” she continued, guiding Pinkie through the bakery so she wouldn’t bump into anything while she was concentrated on her snout.
“Thanks, Dashie… I’m sorry that I’m such a pain; I didn’t want you to have to get the flour for me ‘cause I invited you over here and was trying to be a good host but didn’t want to leave the cupcakes alone either and since you seemed so disappointed about having to go get it, I figured I’d just do it for you so you could relax and—” Pinkie rambled again, as she normally did, only to be interrupted by Rainbow Dash.
“Pinkie, you’re anything but a pain!” the cyan mare began, turning around to face the worried, baby-blues that were shadowing her. “You were just being a good friend, and I appreciate that, but you should have just let me get it to make things easier—I really wouldn’t have minded and it would’ve been done in no time.” the Pegasus assured her friend. Rainbow turned back around and led Pinkie to her bedroom.
There was a short silence that followed; Pinkie was still pressing against her snout with one hoof and was trying to make her way up the stairs without any incidents. She watched the swaying of the other mare’s hips as they trotted to the second floor, infatuated with the sleek, toned muscles and bright, rainbow colored tail that all swished to and fro like a metronome—that made her head even dizzier, though helped her to forget about her snout for a moment. She began to blush noticeably—even through her pink fur. Upon realizing what exactly it was that she was staring at, she turned her head away in embarrassment and returned to applying pressure against her injured snout. As they reached the top, Rainbow Dash opened the door to Pinkie’s room and coaxed her in with a tilt of her head and a wave of her hoof. Pinkie walked in, snout-in-hoof, and trotted along to her bed, where she lied down, moaning. The pink earth-pony was the first to break the silence. “I… Thanks, Rainbow…” she hesitated, almost apologizing again.
“Hey, don’t worry about it; that’s what friends are for!” the cyan mare gave a wide smile, which quickly turned to a concerned flat-line of a mouth. “Now, can I see where you’re hurt…?” she inquired, wanting to make sure her friend wasn’t in too bad of a state.
“It’s really nothing, Dashie, I only—” she started, closing her mouth after seeing Rainbow’s serious expression. She sighed, “Oh, alright…” she submitted, lifting her hoof off her snout with a slight wince. It wasn’t broken and there was no blood—which was good—but it looked like there would be a pretty nasty bruise afterwards.
Dash tilted her head slightly and gave Pinkie a sorrowful look as she felt a minor responsibility for the incident. “Aw, Pinkie Pie…” she began. “You’re sure you’re alright…? ‘Cause I want to help if you need help—I can do anything, you know that; I’ll be here if you need something. You should focus on getting some rest so your snout can heal—it looks like it’s going to be left with some pretty bad bruising…” the Pegasus half-commanded, half-explained to Pinkie, wanting to try and make it up to her for having to take such a serious blow to the snout—that flour was heavy—especially considering it could have been prevented easily. If Rainbow Dash weren’t so concerned for her friend’s well-being, she would probably still be questioning how that crazy pony managed to balance a full sack of flour on her nose—but Dash had her priorities set a little differently at that moment.
“Well, uhm…” the injured pony began, her voice trailing off quickly.
“Yes? What is it?” she asked, trying her best to coax the information out of her friend so she could help in some way.
“Well, you see… It does really hurt, and my mommy used to do something that made all my ouchies feel a lot better, but she isn’t here, and I was wondering if… if maybe you could…” Pinkie was obviously struggling, trying to get the perfect words to say that wouldn’t make the situation at hand too awkward for the cyan Pegasus sitting across from her on the floor. She blushed at the thought of what she was about to request, but she knew it would help and probably make Rainbow feel a little more accomplished as well; Pinkie may have been really silly, eccentric, weird, whatever anypony might feel like calling her, but she wasn’t dumb and she knew how to read her friends—and she knew that, right now, what Dash wanted was to help her and that made her happier than anything else. Of course, this also only brought out a few options.
“If I could what? If you need something, Pinkie, you just have to ask; I’ll do it, no matter what it is and I’ll do it better than anypony else!” Rainbow pleaded (and boasted), standing up on all fours and meeting those baby-blues with her own scarlet eyes once more, wanting to help the other mare more than ever now that she knew there was a way.
“Uhm, I… just thought that maybe… you could…” the pink pony hesitated, turning away from her friend now, her cheeks going flush through her fur. “Maybeyoucouldkissitbetter…?” Pinkie finally blurted out, almost incoherently, lurching backwards as though somepony had struck her; she didn’t know exactly how her friend might take this information, but she knew she had to say it.
Rainbow Dash fell back on her haunches, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what her best friend had just asked her to do. K-K-Kiss her?! She stuttered even in her thoughts due to the shock that followed the images her mind was producing for her. The cyan Pegasus’s face quickly switched to a pink deeper than that of the party pony’s coat and her wings began to unfurl slightly as she tried to hold them in; she didn’t want Pinkie to know what she was trying to push out of her mind. “Y-You mean… on… on your snout…? You want me to... kiss… your snout…?” she confirmed, still not really believing what she had just heard.
Pinkie Pie looked up, though her eyes still refused to meet Rainbow’s directly, face still flush and simply nodded, mouthing something incoherent—something along the lines of “Yes, please.”  She looked at her friend to see her sitting, dumbfounded, on the floor and she spoke up. “Dashie, I… I mean, you don’t have to; it was just a thought—I mean what was I thinking? You can’t do something like that; we’re too close as friends and we—mmpf!” the injured mare had begun to ramble, to be cut off by Rainbow once again, though this time not with a hoof or with words.
The cyan Pegasus, realizing this could very well be her best chance, bolted forward and leaned in, pushing her lips against Pinkie’s. She was half-aiming for the very tip of the party pony’s reddened snout but instead decided to place a little further down. The two sat there, lip-locked, for what seemed like an eternity, though too short a time-span all the same. Rainbow Dash pulled away; she couldn’t be sure if it was the right thing to do or not, but it had been eating away at her since Pinkie had gotten nervous downstairs and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She didn’t want to hold back any longer.
“R-Rainbow…?” the pink pony gasped. Her facial expression was a mixture of confusion, contentment, and expectancy for more. “W-What’re you…?” she attempted, still too flustered by the previous sentiment to be able to think properly.
“Pinkie, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she started to explain, her eyes focusing everywhere but on her friend’s. “I just couldn’t help myself, I don’t know what came over me, I—” she continued, being cut short, for the first time, by the, now widely-grinning, Pinkie Pie and her hoof.
“It’s fine, Dashie!" she giggled, her mood lightened by Dash's uncharacteristic nervousness. "In fact, I really liked it! You just caught me off guard, is all…” she admitted with a giggle and a small smile, indicating she was kind of embarrassed. “Do you want to… do it again…?” she asked, tilting her head. She already knew what Dash wanted, but she didn’t want to push her friend into an awkward situation. She also already knew what she wanted.
“I—uhm—I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s not a big deal, but if you do want to, then I guess I’d want to, too.” the cyan Pegasus began rambling again, her face now a bright red opposed to the previous pink tone. “But only if you want—” she was the one to be stopped by the feeling of another mare’s lips against her own this time.
Rainbow’s eyes went wide at first, but quickly began to flutter closed, enjoying the embrace of her mare friend. Pinkie broke the kiss for a moment to catch her breath and Rainbow, before she knew it, was on the bed, standing over Pinkie whom was now on her back, front legs curled up against her chest, as was natural for their leg structure, and rear legs clenched together underneath Rainbow Dash, not quite as naturally, to hide her marehood. The Pegasus lowered her lips to Pinkie’s once more, pressing her front hooves into Pinkie’s shoulders. Pinkie moaned into the kiss, pushing back up into it and Rainbow met the sound with one of her own. After a few moments of exchanging moans, Dash lowered her body onto Pinkie’s, pressing their chests together; the pink mare gasped as their bodies met, her mouth opening more than enough for the Pegasus to slide her tongue in. Pinkie growled with excitement while her own tongue seemed to react on instinct alone, dancing around Rainbow Dash’s and exploring all the nooks and crannies of her friend’s warm mouth.
The cyan mare broke the kiss this time, leaving a strand of saliva between the two of them, that eventually broke and cascaded to the bottom mare's chest, and panting heavily. “Pinkie…” she exhaled more than said, “Is It alright if I…?” she continued, cutting her own words off for, probably, the first time in her entire life, as she glanced downward towards the pink pony’s hind legs and only now did Pinkie Pie realize that her fur was starting to get matted down by her self-lubrication.
Mustering up some more energy, she began to speak. “I… Yes… Go ahead… Please…” she tried, between pants.
“Alright…” Rainbow stated absentmindedly, breathing heavily and focusing only on the heat between her legs and the moisture between her friend’s. Pinkie hesitantly spread her legs apart, exposing her dripping sex. Rainbow shuffled around to a more comfortable position, placing her hips above Pinkie’s and slowly lowering her nether-regions onto the pink pony’s. The two of them gasped in unison at the initial contact of their lips and then began to settle down. Rainbow slowly and gently rocked her hips, rubbing their sexes together, bringing soft moans out of Pinkie’s closed mouth while Rainbow tried to stifle her own by biting her lower lip—wanting to make sure, at all times, that everypony knew who was really in control. They continued on like this for a few moments, Pinkie Pie’s moans growing louder and mixing in with Rainbow Dash’s eventual gasping as she couldn’t take it anymore. Eventually, Rainbow lowered herself down, rocking her hips a little faster and pushing her nether-regions against Pinkie’s with more force. She dropped her mouth to the pink pony’s below her and slid her tongue inside, moaning into Pinkie’s mouth. Pinkie only returned the moans to Rainbow Dash, if a little louder, and brushed Rainbow’s mane with her front hooves.
Waves of pleasure coursed through Pinkie’s body from between her legs, down to her rear hooves, bouncing back up through her abdomen, to her chest, and out her mouth—into her partner’s—as incoherent noises that only seemed to make her lover increase in speed and force, which just mounted more pleasure on top of her current ecstasy. She could feel a pressure in her lower stomach, and she knew she was about to release as she wrapped her rear legs around her partner’s waist. The pink pony broke the kiss hesitantly, turning her head and gasping for air as she tried to speak. “D-D-Dashie…!” she stuttered through moans and gasps. “I’m g-going… to… ah~!” she tried, but she was too late; she rocked her hips up against the Pegasus’s, pulling her as close as possible with her legs around the Pegasus’s hips,  and then her marehood erupted into a fountain of bodily fluid that drenched the cyan pony lying on top of her, as well as the bed. She panted heavily, trying to regain some form of focus, lost in the euphoria of the event. Her front legs, no longer wrapped around Rainbow Dash’s neck were naturally huddled against her chest again and her rear legs had dropped and were now limply splayed across the bed, the fur around her abdomen and legs soaked all the way through, with her own juices, and the rest of her fur covered in sweat.
Rainbow Dash slowed down, frankly out of energy, though still not finished. “Are you…” she breathed, “alright, Pinkie…?” she was panting as heavily as the pink party pony was and she lied beside her on the bed, roughly rubbing her lower lips with one hoof to try and finish herself off.
“Dashie… That was… amazing~…” she replied through breaths, her heart rate steadying itself as she regained the ability to think. “But, you didn’t… get to finish… did you…?” she asked, feeling bad that she couldn’t have shared the experience fully.
“Uhm… no… that’s why I’m—” Rainbow started, blushing, stopping when Pinkie knocked the hoof away from her sex using her rear legs.
“No… That won’t do~!” she cooed, finally in control of her breathing again. “You helped me this much, I want to help you, too!” she finished, rolling over onto her front and then positioning herself so that her face was directly in Rainbow’s crotch, while she sat on the floor at the foot of the bed.
“P-Pinkie, what’re you—ah~!” she cried, as her mare friend took an experimental lick at her inner thighs, teasingly close to her nether-region.
The pink, party pony giggled at Dash’s reaction, deciding that playtime was over and it was “Time to get down to business…” she stated, her thoughts converging into speech. She quickly dragged her tongue along the small, pink slit in front of her. Pinkie scrunched up her face a little at the taste; it was kind of sweet and very bitter all at the same time, but since it was Rainbow Dash, she didn’t really mind. She placed the edge of her hoof against the tender slit and rubbed softly, teasing Dash. “Like I said, you helped me and made me smile, so I’m going to do my job properly and help make you smile~!” she replied, her voice teasing and sultry. She put her snout, which she had completely forgotten was in pain only minutes before, directly against the cyan Pegasus’s sex and nuzzled it gently, taking in the scent. This elicited a small yelp from Rainbow Dash, which quickly transitioned into a moan. “Mmm… It smells like… actually, I don’t really know what it smells like… Maybe some kind of fruit…? Ah well, I’ll figure that out later…” she reasoned, more to herself than to anypony else. Before Rainbow Dash could respond properly, Pinkie dragged her long tongue, from the base of Rainbow’s slit, slowly up to the small bulge near the top, stopping there and licking in small circles.
“Oh-oh~! OhmygoshPinkie!” Rainbow gasped, throwing herself into the bed, her back arching a little as she felt her mare friend tease her clitoris with her tongue. “You're so awesome—” she tried, her voice cracking and breath catching when Pinkie wrapped her lips around her bulge and sucked on it. Rainbow bucked her hips up out of reflex and shoved her hooves into the blankets around her.
Pinkie sucked at Dash’s swelling sex, licking it in her mouth while she did so, and rubbing her snout into her partner’s folds. Rainbow Dash’s moans turned to loud gasps as her body convulsed and she reflexively bit down on the sheets beside her. Pinkie pulled back on Dash’s clitoris, still sucking, creating intense suction, until she released with a wet pop and the cyan Pegasus let out a loud moan of relief. “Now, I’m going to try something a lit-tle different…” she announced—again, more to herself than to Rainbow Dash.
“W-Wait, what’re you going to—Sweet mother of Celestia!” she tried, between breaths, cut off when Pinkie shoved her long tongue into her hole quickly. “P-P-Pinkie! Oh~~~!” she groaned in ecstasy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Pinkie worked her tongue expertly inside of her mare friend, sliding it as far in as it could go, bending it up, down, and every other direction she could, lapping at Dash’s inner walls. Dash let out a few loud moans as her body shook with each thrust of the pink earth-pony’s tongue. Pinkie increased in speed and tried to extend her tongue as much as possible, now brushing Rainbow’s clitoris again with a hoof and supporting herself with the other.
Rainbow Dash was starting to lose control; she could feel the pressure building in her loin as she thrust her hips up to meet Pinkie’s lips, trying to drive her tongue in further. She threw her head back and started to groan. “Pinkie~! I-I’m… I’m going to c-cum~!!!” she screamed, her back arched as much as she could manage, her legs tightening up around Pinkie’s head, trying to hold in her orgasm. With a final thrust of the tongue, her legs wrapped around Pinkie’s head, pulling her further into her sex and her hips convulsed violently, as she released her juices all over the expectant pony’s face. After a few moments of her legs still trying to shove Pinkie’s head in as far as possible, her entire body went slack and her legs dropped, releasing the fluid-stained head of her best friend, and now mare friend.
Pinkie stood up, her tongue kind of sore from being used so extensively like that, as she let it hang from her mouth, grinning at the—now uselessly immobile—Pegasus. Her entire face was covered in all the liquids that Rainbow Dash had produced in her pleasure. She licked her lips, tasting her friend’s juices once more and let out a half-moan, half-sigh and then crawling up into the bed beside her new lover. “Dashie…” the pink pony started, turning away from her friend.
“What is it Pinkie?” the mare asked, suddenly becoming nervous at her friend’s hushed tone.
“I…” she continued, lowering her eyes to completely break all contact with the cyan pony, seemingly embarrassed.
“Pinkie, what’s the matter?” Rainbow Dash asked again, starting to get antsy. After everything that just happened, maybe, was it not right of me to start this? Oh, no, what have I done?
“I… I think that, maybe…” she stuttered, “I… love you…” she finished, blushing madly and smiling wider than Rainbow Dash had ever seen before—which was saying a lot considering this was Pinkie she was looking at.
Rainbow’s heart leaped and she knew that, if she were standing, she would’ve just lost her footing completely. She smiled even wider than she thought Pinkie did. “Oh, Pinkie…” she started, chuckling, now much more relaxed, “I love you, too…” she reaffirmed, giving her mare friend a quick kiss on the lips, disregarding the fact that she could taste herself, and ruffling her mane with a hoof.
Pinkie Pie smiled but then her face got very serious. “Hey, Dashie, I have a question…” she began.
“Go ahead.” Rainbow replied, ready to answer whatever her lover may throw at her.
“What’s a ‘physics’?” she asked sincerely, scrunching up her face as she did so, wanting to know what Dash had been talking about when she dropped the flour earlier.
The cyan Pegasus just laughed and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it Pinkie, let’s just go to sleep… I’m beat…” she said, chuckling as she pulled Pinkie closer to her and rested her head on top of Pinkie’s. She nuzzled her snout into the pink pony’s mane to give her a kiss on the head and found out the rumors were true; her mane smelled just like cotton candy (and a few other things now that Dash had just had her way with the cute little mare, but that didn’t bother her any more than Pinkie’s obvious disregard for the laws of physics.)
And so, the two ponies, both covered in each other’s juices, hooves and legs tangled around each other, laid in that bed for the remainder of the day, and night, in each other’s embrace, sleeping, as a couple.
The End