RainbowPie: After the Party
RainbowPie: After the Party (originally published at deviantART)
by Siegfried Danzinger
Just for the sake of appearances, Rainbow Dash said her goodbyes alongside the others. She figured it was best that way; whether or not any of them had any idea what was really going on.
"You throw the best parties, Pinkie Pie!"
"That sure was a hoot!"
"We should do this again sometime."
The party had indeed been fun (one would expect no less from their exuberant host), and Rainbow, by her own admission, loved fun things. But she had something much more fun in mind for... After. Which is why she furtively doubled back to Pinkie's place when she was sure all the other mares had returned to their homes.
The lithe blue mare's rainbow-colored tail twitched excitedly and involuntarily in the moonlight as she carefully opened the door. Thankfully, Pinkie had remembered to leave it open this time. Or had simply forgotten to lock it. One of those two things. It was dark inside, but she could just make out a sea of balloons stirring quietly as she passed; her perky flank betraying the eagerness she felt. Where the hay was Pinkie Pie?
Rainbow stifled a scream as a pinkish, crazily-coiffed body barreled towards her in the almost-darkness. Flank first. Balloons were tossed about in the air; marking the trail the two mares followed to the nearest wall. "Oomph." She was pinned between a rock and... Well, a soft place. Pinkie Pie's bulbous rear end.
"Oh, do me! Do me first, Dashie!" The high pitch of Pinkie's voice wasn't always music to Rainbow's ears, but she loved the way she called her "Dashie."
"Not a chance," the blue mare said with a smirk, as she clapped her front hooves onto either side of the spongy pink rump and spun Pinkie around like a top. She could see Pinkie's eyes still whirling in their orbits when she went in for a hard first kiss; one hoof firmly under that insane dessert-like thing that Pinkie called a mane. Without really thinking about it, Dash had already wrapped her rear legs around one of her lover's and succeeded in drawing them even closer as their tongues played with one another.
Suddenly, Pinkie pressed two hooves against her Dashie's chest and drew away from the kiss; momentarily eyeing her in a strange (but not that strange for Pinkie), lopsided sort of way. "Mmmmmm... Okie dokie lokie!" And the last, silly syllable was barely out before Pinkie's tongue was between Rainbow's legs. Dash crumpled slowly to the floor to better accommodate her lover, and she stroked the pink mane bobbing in front of her as Pinkie's wet, warm tongue stroked and parted the flower of her vulva. Pinkie was on FIRE tonight. She didn't even have to tell her this time not to try and sing while doing it. One wing stretched out as she felt herself nearing orgasm - reaching for something that wasn't there. The other downy pinion was practically in her own mouth. Rainbow was nearly to the point where she'd have to bite down onto it to muffle an ecstatic scream.
Abruptly, Pinkie stopped pleasuring the now-blushing pegasus coated in a light dew of sweat and lifted her head to say, "OH, Dashie! Remember that one time? You said, 'Not a chance,' and then you spun me 'round and around and - "
"Pinkie Pie!" But Dashie hadn't the air in her lungs to yell as loud as she wanted to at this little cunt-tease. I was just about to come. As random as Pinkie Pie was... Pretty much ALL the time... Rainbow was fairly certain she pulled stunts like this on purpose. "All right, all right," the defeated blue mare said as her slick chest heaved up and down and her ears folded against her head. It's like I can still feel her tongue on me. "Turn around already!" The Pink mare gave out a happy little squeal before doing a 180 and planting her hind end rather roughly onto Rainbow's snout. "I can't lick you with my nose!" Pinkie giggled and adjusted herself before returning to her respective duties.
Dashie relocated the bushy pink tail that was obscuring her target and spread Pinkie's... Similarly (but lighter) pink labia with her hooves. She was already wet. This makes my job that much easier. Rainbow ventured a circular lick along the pink, pink walls - and winced. Not from the taste (which Rainbow would jokingly liken to candy), but from Pinkie's aggressive discovery of the blue mare's clitoris. Hmmm... So it was a race all of a sudden. She'd be darned if she lost this one. Dashie immediately found Pinkie's round little clit and vigorously polished it with her long, flexible tongue. Her wings acted like an additional pair of hooves to secure the cushiony rump as she worked. It added to her own pleasure when Pinkie gave off a pleased little hum; buried, snout-first, in the folds of Rainbow's vulva. No one's faster than me, she thought but did not say. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth; at least she thought it was saliva. The competitive mare was honestly no longer sure which was wetter: Pinkie or her tongue. I'll make you come first! And the little high pitched sigh of ecstasy escaping from her partner's mouth like steam told of her success. Though there was another rather clear indicator: Pinkie's orgasms were often of the squirting variety.
But Pinkie, likely still within the thralls of her own ecstasy (Rainbow could almost swear that her clit was still revolving even without her tongue's influence), was not deterred in her task. Satisfied with her "win," Dashie's triumphant tongue dangled from the side of her mouth as Pinkie's tongue crossed a finish line of its own. Rainbow's orgasms sounded like music. A near-breathless, laughter-like squeak that betrayed her for the cute ladypony that she was. Or was, at least, when Pinkie's lollipop-trained tongue was inside of her.
They both lay there for a moment. Several moments. Forever. Dashie peered languidly over at some balloons that had apparently popped during their activities. How the hay did we do that? Then the funny, snorting giggle that Rainbow had learned to love emanated from her partner. The sexy blue mare's eyes half-closed as she kissed the cute pink rump in front of her and offered one last, loving lick; running gently from the balloon-centric Cutie Mark to the bounds of the vulva. "Pinkie Pie?"
"Yes, Dashie?" Another giggle-snort. Dashie loved her in that moment.
"We should hang out more often. I mean... Let's do this again soon!"
Pinkie reciprocated with an unusually tender lick of her own. "It's soon."
And the colorful mares rolled into a different position, where they found each other's mouths. Pinkie... She was more than just a friend. And as fun as it had been... All the best stuff happened after the party.
