Author's Note
Hey all, hope you enjoy this bit of commissioned fun. Just to be clear, this is humanised but magicalness is retained.
Pegasi = skyborn
Unicorn = spellborn
Earth Pony = earthborn
Chapter 1
In the dead of night, the windows atop Sugarcube Corner filled with light, throbbing and flashing.
The beat bounced, and Rainbow Dash did the same. She could hear only the beat, the pounding in her ears and the pounding of her feet, nothing else. From below the sound of slapping rapped out, bare feet on wear-shined metal, and she had not a moment to rest before she was already moving. The music thundered and boomed, filling her world as surely as the screen’s light ate up her bright-eyed stare.
“Perfect!”
She grinned, and the faint reflection grinned back at her before the falling arrows stole her attention.
“Perfect!”
The numbers soared as only she could make them soar. Each step made them jump, each bounce made them flicker from one to the next in a never ending climb towards that one goal.
Rainbow Dash was going to make it hers. Her high score.
Did she need to be playing an air-guitar as she did it?
No. No, she did not.
“Wooo! Go Dashie go!” Pink danced at the edge of her vision, taunting her with distractions and four bouncing balls of pink joy. The fuzzy pair rustled and shook, occasionally leaving to fly over her. How Pinkie was there to catch them, her personal funbags still doing their thing, was known to no one.
‘When did she get pompoms?’ Dash wondered for all of two seconds before it vanished in a sudden rush of music. She had far more important things to focus on than Pinkie’s pompoms. Either pair.
She became a blur of movement, colours of her wild locks mixing more than ever. For a moment, she felt as though adrenaline was pumping through every vein, as if her body moved before she could even feel it in the rush to achieve—
“Newhigh score!”
Her feet slammed down, one final time, the last slap lost in the cheers that erupted around her. Her hands crashed onto the rails, and through the sweat pouring down her face, there was a wide, triumphant smile.
“Aw yeah!” Rainbow Dash spun, sweat flinging in every direction from her hair, and grinned at the five women watching. “New high score! Rainbow Dash wins yet again!”
Arms wrapped around her, nearly pulling her down as Pinkie’s hug dragged her off the machine. “Wowie! Dashie can dance dance her way to revolution like no one can! Better not let you dance near the town hall or we’ll have a new mayor— oooh, I could throw a new mayor party! How exciting... I wonder if I could convince them they need a dance machine…”
She rubbed her chin with a gleam of wickedness in her eyes. It took Rainbow Dash a moment to realise her support was gone, and the floor grew dangerously close for an instant until she pulled herself up.
“No, Pinkie.” An empty paper cup bapped the giggling girl’s fluffy hair on its slow flight towards the trash can. Twilight shook her head, dismissing the aura of magic around her cup. “You’re not allowed to enter politics, overtly or not, ever again.”
“Awww.”
Laughter filled the room, each unique and beautiful in its own way. Smiling, Dash perked her pert rear on the rail. Almost like magic, a drink found itself drifting over to her. It could be said there was something magical about how it got to her, but Rainbow Dash preferred to think of her as divine.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the drink. The cold cider washed down her throat, parchness fading.
Fluttershy smiled back, gently brushing her hair from her face as she said, “Oh, it’s no problem. You look like that took a lot out of you.”
“Me? Nah,” Dash drew out the word, shrugging with a casual smirk aimed at the pretty animal-lover. “I could take this thing with one hand tied behind my back. When you’re me, this kinda thing is a cinch.”
“Surprised ya can jump around with a head that big.” With an arm as thick with muscle as her voice was with accent, Applejack hurled the smaller girl off the machine. She smiled, flexing her arm and getting a glare in return. She didn’t notice when Dash’s gaze dipped lower, to the other girl’s muscular chest and exposed breasts. Going shirtless at these things had long since become easy for Applejack, and any embarrassment had faded after a while. Everyone wanted to be comfortable, and that was what made her comfortable.
“Real funny,” growled Dash, squirming out of the taller girl’s hold. She didn’t resist too much, her eyes on tits that jiggled with her struggles. A bony elbow poked the farmer’s stomach. “You’re just jealous you can’t—
Newhigh score!
“Oh, look, I won!” Pinkie giggled, leaning it to play with the controls. “P-N-K-Y. Pinkie!”
She beamed back at them, pointing at the flashing name, right above ‘R-B-W-D.’ Humming cheerfully, Pinkie bounced off the machine, right past the gaping athlete.
“Who wants cupcakes?” she asked, her voice as sing-song and upbeat as ever.
“....”
Applejack patted her on the shoulder, and Fluttershy gave Dash a reassuring look. She sighed and shook her head, taking only a moment to glare at the Dance Dance Revolution machine. How Pinkie had even acquired it, she had no idea.
“... damn Pinkie Pie…” Slinging an arm around Fluttershy that forced her to lean down to her level, Rainbow Dash pointed. “Alright then! Let the party continue! Serve me up some cupcakes and cider, Pinkie, ‘cause being that awesome can tire even me out.”
“Sure thing, Dashie!” Pinkie glanced around the room. “Who else? Rarity? Twilight? Gummy?”
Gummy blinked.
Rarity shook her head, delicately coiffured hair bouncing. “No thank you, darling, I’ve had quite enough for now.” She gestured at the half-empty cup next to her.
“She’s watching her figure. Too much cake lately, Rares?” asked Rainbow Dash with a snicker. She pretended to duck from the glare sent her way.
“Rainbow Dash…” Fluttershy didn’t need to say anything else, a slight frown on her face.
“Aww, come on. I’m just teasing.” Arm still slung over Fluttershy, Dash caught the cupcake thrown her way in that hand, and snagged another drink of cider in the other. “So, what now?”
The snap of a book closing, and the clearing of a throat, got everyone’s attention. Twilight smiled at them, and held up ‘An Intermediate Guide To Slumber Parties’. She opened her mouth—
“No,” said everyone else.
Twilight blinked. “But... the book-”
“Twilight, darling, I don’t mean to be rude, however…” Rarity hesitated.
“Books are boring and parties aren’t fun if you get them out of books!” Pinkie wrapped Twilight in a hug from behind. The scholar squeaked, head bowing forward as a pair of weights settled atop her head. “Yoink!”
“Yoink?” Twilight’s brow furrowed in confusion. It suddenly struck her that her hands were empty. She stared at the space that had, moments before, held her book. The weight vanished from her head the moment she realised what had happened. “Pinkie!”
Laughter spilled from Dash’s lips. All but dragging Fluttershy down, she planted her plot on an overstuffed beanbag.
“Wait, what am I doing?” Sighing overdramatically, Dash stood up, bumped Fluttershy into the middle of the beanbag, and sat down. She leaned back, pressing her head against the convenient pillows provided. “Ah, nice.”
“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity threw a glare at her, cheeks flushing. “Have some decency!”
The slender girl just grinned back. “Flutters doesn’t mind. Right, ‘Shy?”
“I… I don’t mind,” said Fluttershy, nodding weakly. Her cheeks reddened as Rainbow Dash adjusted herself, squirming on her lap. The oversized shirt Fluttershy wore, nearly reaching down to her knees, shifted beneath Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy’s flushed cheeks brightening at the thought of Dash’s movements raising the hem too much and exposing her.
Rarity let out a sigh, her glare becoming a flat look before she shook her head and turned away from the smirk Dash’s grin had become.
“So, what now?” Hunkering down next to the pair, Applejack took a swig of cider. She let out a pleased sigh, gulping it down, before lowering the cup.
A beanbag shaped like a cupcake landed between Rarity and Twilight’s cushion, and promptly nearly exploded. Pinkie grinned, shuffling her rear against it as she got comfy.
‘What a booty,’ thought Dash, eyes glued to Pinkie’s squirming, shifting form.
“Since Dashie is already thinking about my butt,” said Pinkie, giggling at the outbreak of red on her friend’s face. “Let’s talk about lo~ooooooooove.”
Applejack chuckled. “Love? Sugar, pretty sure there ain’t a one of us who isn’t single,” she pointed out. “Not much to talk about there.”
Fluttershy’s cheeks coloured, and she looked down. Her hair fell like a gentle curtain, enough to hide her expression. A soft squeeze, Rainbow’s hand on her leg, sent warmth through her. She moved her own hand up, passing around Dash’s slim waist. Despite everything between them, Fluttershy couldn’t help a little bit of guilty amusement at how... small the big ego’d racer was. She’d never say it out loud, but it was positively adorable sometimes.
“Perhaps so,” agreed Rarity, her demure tone bringing Fluttershy back to reality. She looked up to find the fashionista watching her out of the corner of her eyes, and there was suspicion gleaming in them. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about the possibilities, does it?”
“It sounds like fun! Fun fun fun! let’s do it!” Pinkie pulled out a bottle, spinning it around on the palm of her hand. “We can even use a bottle! Spin spin spin, whoever it points at, you win!”
Twilight frowned. “Win what, exactly?” she asked.
The party girl grinned at her. “The chance…” Twilight blinked, and suddenly Pinkie’s voice was right in her ear. “... to spill your beans into our ears.”
“Gah!” The scholar practically took off, landing on her cushion a moment later with her chest heaving. Her pajamas proved to lack enough support for Rainbow Dash to watch her for a few seconds until, sadly, she calmed down and the bouncing stopped. The glare Twilight shot towards Pinkie, while cute, wasn’t worth an end to the bounce.
Pinkie giggled, joining in with the others, and landed back on the cushion no one had seen her leave. Dash couldn’t help but eye her friend as she plopped down, and nearly lost to the urge to lick her lips. The baker wasn’t fat, but she had a little more meat on her bones, and in all the right ways. First hand experience had taught Rainbow Dash that Pinkie Pie’s pillows were as big as Fluttershy’s.
‘’cept I get to do more than hug Fluttershy’s,’ thought Dash, and she nearly snickered aloud. A tap on the shoulder told her to pay attention, and with a roll of her eyes Dash focused in time to see Pinkie catch the bottle she had, apparently, flung into the air.
“Oh, look at that, it’s pointing at me!” She said, beaming as she pointed the bottle at herself. “I guess I should do the spilling! Anyone wanna guess what my love life is like?”
Somewhere, a cricket was chirping. It would have found itself enjoying the open, quiet air in Pinkie Pie’s room at that moment. She looked between them in rapid-fire, full-body turns as her fluffy hair bounced with each jump from friend to friend.
Much as she enjoyed the well-rounded, bouncing breasts, Dash couldn’t help but speak up. “Communal?” she asked with a laugh that only grew at the looks the others threw her. Fluttershy’s wince, however, felt from her position, made Dash feel a moment of guilt.
Pinkie giggled again. “Neeeeeeeearly~,” she teased. She leaned forward, breasts swaying under her light nightwear, and seemed to soak up the shock on their faces. “Let’s say your ol’ Auntie Pinkie Pie knows how to throw every kind of party.”
Not a word passed from their lips as they stared at her, and the big, lovable baker giggled with all the delight of a devil.
“If I knew you’d all go those colours, I’d have said something earlier!” Pinkie giggled, holding her chin as she watched them. “Rarity, you’re all red! Like, super-duper red! The reddest red that ever redded! And Applejack, you’ve gone green! I didn’t mean just guys, you know.”
“Shucks, Pinkie, ya just caught us all by surprise,” Applejack pulled her hat off, leaning over to wave it in Rarity’s face. “Ya really do that? Why didn’t ya ever mention it?”
“Do not say it’s because no one asked, because if you do, I fuckin’ swear…” Trailing off, Dash contented herself with a baleful glare.
“Yep, you did just swear! Which means, swear jar!”
Dash mimed pulling pockets inside out on her boxers. “Yeah, Pinks, later.” ‘Like hell.’ “So, go on, tell us more. You had sexy parties?”
“Rainbow Dash!” Twilight shrieked, a pillow through the air following her indignant cry.
Dash raised a leg to kick it out of the air, grinning like a loon. “Nice try, Twi.”
“This is what the game is about, learning more about our bestest friends! And I wanna tell my bestest friends all about my sexy parties! Oooh, you should have been at Caramel’s birthday party! I invited all the guys and gals!” gushed Pinkie. She didn’t pause, speaking without breathing in at all. “He loved it! You should have heard the sounds he made, especially when—”
Fluttershy squeaked, and Applejack held up a hand. “Hold up there, sugar. We’re all mighty interested, I’m sure, but it ain’t any of our business what ya get up to with Caramel.” She scratched her chin. “Though that does explain why he was limpin’ the day after his birthday.”
“He takes it like a champ! Especially from your br—”
“OHWHATSTHATDASHYAWANTMORECIDER?!” bellowed Applejack, face turning beat red. She all but threw a bottle of cider at Rainbow Dash. Extreme it might have been, but it ended that particular avenue of Pinkie’s discourse.
“I... I think Pinkie’s turn is done,” Twilight suggested. She patted Rarity on the back, torn between embarrassment of her own or giggling at the overdramatic reaction. “So, I guess we spin the bottle?”
Clapping, Pinkie dropped the bottle and gave it a spin. It whirled around and around, six expectant stares locked onto it. Moment by moment it began to slow, gradually losing speed until…
Applejack sighed. “My turn,” she grumbled, sighing. “Not that my turn is gonna be very exciting.”
She shrugged, and Rainbow Dash enjoyed the sight of those farm-tanned tits giving a bounce. There was nothing better at a slumber party than Applejack’s willingness to go without. Shirt? Who needs it when you’ve got skin tanned by a life on the farm, and breasts like firm, round melons?
“You can’t seriously mean you’ve never had any suitors, darling. I have been to the market with you, you know,” remarked Rarity with a hint of disbelief. “Not quite everyone who stares is admiring moi, after all.”
Applejack shifted uncomfortably. “They might look, Rares, but they don’t touch.” She scowled. “I broke a fella’s wrist when he thought he could cop a feel.”
“Hardcore,” Dash snickered. “You know how to scare ‘em off, AJ. What, you use that lasso of yours to bring them back?”
The farmer rolled her eyes. “No, Dash, I don’t. Just ‘cause I like using a rope doesn’t mean I like, uh, using a rope. Not like that.”
“You sure?” Leaning forward, off Fluttershy’s pillows, Dash grinned cheekily. “Going a bit red there at the idea, aren’t ya?”
Applejack glared as she reached down to spin the bottle. “Getting a bit full of yourself, ain’t ya?” She turned to Rarity. “Your turn, sugar.”
Dash turned to Rarity as well, eating up the voluptuous fashionista’s figure. She didn’t even hear the first part of Rarity’s answer, sinking into the enjoyment of admiring the hourglass barely hidden behind such a thin affair of a night gown.
‘Don’t get distracted ogling her,’ Rainbow Dash reminded herself, a thought she’d had to focus on more than once when hanging out. ‘Wait until no one is watching, then ogle her.’
It was a good plan.
Now she just had to stop staring at Rarity’s tits.
She just had to stop.
Any second now.
She could do it.
... soon, she’d do it soon.
“-ting for mister right! Yes, I know it may not be a... prince charming…” Rarity winced at the saying. She quickly rallied, and Rainbow Dash did her best to catch up. “But I have indulged on occasion, I admit.”
“Indulged? With one of those fancy friends you made in Canterlot?” asked Dash. Her head lolled to the side as she grinned. “Or did you mail order a plastic ‘Mister Right’?”
A faint flush came to Rarity’s cheeks as she rolled her eyes. “Ugh, so vulgar, dear. Let’s just say... I have spent a few evenings with gentlemen who prove themselves to be worth the time. After all, it would be such a sin to have a body like this and never enjoy it, would it not?”
Applejack snorted. “Careful there sugar, your head’ll end up as big as Dash’s.”
“Hey!” the athlete protested.
Rarity fluttered her eyelashes. “There’s nothing wrong with just a little bit of confidence, darling.”
Dash grinned, sticking her tongue out at Applejack. “Ha!”
Taking a sip, Rarity added, “Advice I hope Rainbow Dash will one day heed.”
“Hey!”
Giggles and laughter rang around the circle, and even Fluttershy joined in. This wasn’t entirely displeasing, at least, not the way it made her breasts jiggle slightly. The athlete grumbled to herself, and reached out with a foot to spin the bottle.
“Moving on... hey, Twi! Spill the beans. You Canterlot girls are probably super kinky, right?” she asked, and grinned at the rush of red on her friend’s face.
“Dash!” the scholar shrieked, sending a pillow flying at her again. “Don’t talk like that. I wouldn’t— that’s not—”
Grabbing the pillow out of the air, Rainbow’s grin didn’t fade in the slightest. “Oh, I’m sorry, Twi’. Instead of yourself, why not tell us about Spike? I mean, you must have walked in on him when he was ‘walking the dog’—”
Slender fingers covered her mouth. Dash let out a muffled whine of annoyance, looking up at Fluttershy and the frown on her face. Sighing through Fluttershy’s hands, Dash rolled her eyes. She didn’t need to hear what Fluttershy was no doubt going to say, even as the woman opened her mouth. Dash gestured lazily at her, then at the others.
“Sorry, Twilight,” Fluttershy murmured. “She’ll stop, promise.”
Twilight heaved a sigh. “Thank you. I’m glad someone here can control her mouth, even if it's not her.”
“No one can control my mouth,” Rainbow Dash announced, yanking Fluttershy’s hands away. “I dare you to even try!”
“Well, I suppose I can cut ya off from the cider if you really want…” Applejack trailed off, raising an eyebrow and smirking at the distress on Dash’s face. “That’s what I thought. Now, let the lady talk.”
Shooting Applejack a grateful smile, Twilight stalled for a moment, fiddling with the buttons on her modest pajamas for a moment. “Well... there’s not much to say, honestly. It was never something I was interested in.”
“... seriously?” Groaning, Dash shook her head. “Laaaaaaaaaame.”
Twilight flushed indignantly, glaring at her. “I’m so very sorry I don’t have half a dozen lurid tales to tell you all. I was far too busy being a nerd in my library to go around talking to boys, or... or having rampant sex parties and— and all that kind of thing!”
Rainbow’s hands rose, and she leaned back into Fluttershy’s breasts. “Geez, calm down, I was just teasing. No harm if you didn’t get out much, Twi’, nothing wrong with that.”
“Hmph.” Twilight folded her arms, pouting faintly. “Well, everyone else has at least something more interesting than that. I just… never had the interest. In Canterlot, I had books and studying to do. When I came here, I had you girls. I never felt the need to go out looking for, uh, romantic relationships.”
Rarity laid a hand on her shoulder. “It’s fine, darling, no one is making fun of you for that.”
“‘Cept Rainbow,” Applejack pointed out.
“Except her, yes, but even she isn’t serious,” continued Rarity. She glanced sternly at Rainbow Dash. “Right?”
Dash rolled her eyes, again. “Yeah, what Rarity said. I don’t mean anything by it, egghead. Not everyone is made to just get it on. Some people go for one person they only do it with after ages, some for lots of people one by one…” She shrugged. “Some people for, you know, a bunch at once.”
Fluttershy squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and despite herself Dash felt her heart beat a little faster.
“A bunch at once?” Twilight spluttered in shock. “Wait, like—”
“Oooh,” Pinkie chimed in before Twilight could finish. “Like an orgy!”
They all just looked at her smiling face in silence for a moment.
“No, Pinkie Pie, not an orgy,” groaned Rainbow Dash. She rubbed her forehead, brushing aside her many-hued locks. “That other thing. I meant some people go in for polyamory. It’s weird too, like not being interested in sex or romance and stuff, but just ‘cause its weird that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with it.”
“Well, I for one am amazed,” Applejack drawled. She grinned. “Who woulda guessed Dash knew a word as big as polyamory? That show up much in Daring Do?”
The athlete stuck her tongue out at her, and light laughter surrounded them. It faded away after a moment, and Twilight reached for the bottle.
“If we’re done talking about Rainbow Dash’s grasp of big words like ‘polyamory’ its...” She frowned, spinning it again. “Okay, Fluttershy and Dash, you’re in the same spot, and you’re the only ones left, so one of you, I guess?”
Forcing a smile that looked more confident than she felt onto her face, Dash shrugged. “I’ll take it, since we’re talking about… uh… okay, so the thing is…”
She cleared her throat, everything she’d prepared beforehand vanishing from her mind. Already she was uncomfortably aware of the curious silence as her friends waited for an answer they had assumed would be loud, quick, and slightly exaggerated. The longer it took her to answer, the more curious they were getting.
“Oh, fuck it,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms up. “I have a girlfriend!”
For a moment, there was only silence.
“OHMYGOSH!”
Dash barely got her hands up in time to keep Pinkie from latching onto her. As it was, she still had a face full of overexcited party planner beaming at her with mad intensity.
“Who is she? Where is she? Is she tall? Fat? Thin? Neighponese? Zebrican?” Pinkie gasped, and her hands found their way to Rainbow Dash’s shoulders despite her defenses. “Is it Zecora?! Do you have Everfree Jungle Fever?”
“What? Pinkie, no, it’s not Zecora.” Pushing her back, Rainbow Dash found a new attacker; Rarity. The fashionista was sitting next to her, beaming and leaning in close with a smile. “Gah!”
“Darling, darling, how could you have kept this a secret? How long have you been in love? Who is she? You simply must tell me. I have so very many couple designs to make!” She squealed in delight. “Oh, this is wonderful news! Who is it?”
She looked past Pinkie and Rarity, but all Applejack could do was shrug with a snicker, something Twilight mirrored. Holding her hands up, she pushed both of them back some more.
“Okay, here’s a hint; whose tits am I using as a pillow?” Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow. “I mean, seriously, I say I have a girlfriend and I’m sitting in a girl’s lap.”
Once more, silence. Eight eyes found their way to Fluttershy’s slowly reddening cheeks. No one said anything. With the faintest of movements, she gave the smallest of nods.
“Wait, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash?” Twilight’s eyes bugged out, her jaw dropping open. “I... that’s not statistically probable!”
“Oh, tish and pish to statistics, Twilight! They’re in love! You are in love, yes? Oh, darling, how delightful!” Rarity clasped her hands, a beatific smile on her face. “I can’t believe you never told us before now!”
Shrugging, Dash relaxed. “Well, yeah, but it’s not like it’s any different from how I feel about you guys.”
As casually as she’d said it, she couldn’t deny the tension she felt, watching for their reactions. Rarity’s was the most attention grabbing, because of course it was. She gasped, raising a hand in shock.
“Rainbow, darling, how ever could you say that?! In front of Fluttershy too!” she exclaimed, moments from firing a furious glare at her friend.
“Hey, it’s not like she doesn’t know!” Dash shot back, sitting up. “I kinda made it obvious, duh! ”
The fashionista sniffed in disdain. “Oh, is that all? Is Fluttershy just a friend with benefits for you?!”
“Uh, Rarity—” began Fluttershy. She fell silent, cut off by the slender hand that rose to impose itself in front of her face.
Rainbow Dash gave her a reassuring smile. “I got this, ‘Shy.” Her expression became a glare as she looked at Rarity. “I never said that, I just said I feel the same way about her as I do about you guys.”
“I suppose everyone can do it their own way, but really, I do think being intimate with friends should mean something,” Rarity continued, crossing her arms and looking away.
As the pair bickered, Twilight looked to Applejack in distress. All the bigger woman could do was look just as uncertain. Neither had any experience, and Pinkie seemed too preoccupied looking confused to say anything helpfully distracting.
“It does mean something, I said that!” Groaning in frustration, Rainbow closed her eyes and rubbed them for a moment. “I said I felt the same way about her as I do about the rest of you, so when I say she’s my girlfriend, how do you not get that I mean ‘I want all of you to be my girlfriends’?”
Rarity blinked, and her expression of confusion was shared between the the others… except Pinkie, of course, whose eyes had gone wide and had a look of delight growing on her face.
“I... could you clarify, darling?” Rarity asked with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “When you say ‘girlfriends’, you mean as in friends who are girls, yes?”
Pinkie bounded into focus between them, beaming. “Or!” she cut in, eyelids half-drooping in a look that could be either tired or sultry. “Do you mean in the rumpy-pumpy kissy-kiss way?”
Gesturing at Pinkie with a sigh of relief, and not a little bit of worry, Rainbow Dash nodded. “Give the girl a prize! Yes, I meant like that. That’s what I was trying to say! Fluttershy is my girlfriend, but I feel exactly the same about all of you. How much more do I need to spell it out? I have the hots for each and every person in this room. You make me feel all weird and warm and not just like normal friends, like a weird and warm and fuzzy way like people who are in love! Yes, Rarity, I fucking want to fuck you all, but it’s not about benefits! I! Love! All of you!”
The only sound that stood out was her harsh, panting breath. She felt their eyes on her. Dash had already pulled her arms in around herself and aimed her eyes at the floor in a surprisingly meek display. It was too much. She hadn’t meant to just explode like this. She’d meant to explain it all nice and neat and calm and now she’d fucked it up and they’d think she was weird and—
“Dashie,” murmured the softest, loveliest voice she knew, right in her ear. “It’s okay. Calm down.”
There was nothing so soothing as the sound of Fluttershy in full caretaking mode, or the feeling of her fingers working out the tension knotting Dash’s bony shoulders. She went limp, still not looking, just waiting for the judgement she knew as coming. Granted, if she’d bothered to look up, she would have seen Applejack blushing hotly and wearing an expression torn between relief, shock, and curiosity. Twilight was hardly doing any better, though she looked far, far redder. There was certainly a level of resemblance to a tomato going on.
Rarity, quite simply, was lost for words.
“So...” Evidently, Pinkie was not, and she peered at the others with an eager smile. “Orgy?”
Delivering the conversational equivalent to a hysteria ending slap, Pinkie sat back with a giggle. She did so enjoy listening to Twilight splutter, trying to force out words through half-frozen lips stiff from shock and embarrassment, and leaned over to gently push Applejack’s limp lower jaw up.
“You’ll catch a fly like that. I know it sounds like it’ll let you fly like magic, but it doesn’t. Trust me, I tried, and I didn’t even get fly wings!”
“Wha-huh? Er, Pinkie—wait, no, no, that ain’t important.” Applejack scrambled desperately for something to latch onto that made sense. “Now, lemme just check, but Dash, did ya just say ya wanted to... ya want to…”
“Polyamory!” Every eye went from Rainbow Dash to fix firmly on Twilight. She flushed, coughing slightly. “Being in a romantic relationship with numerous people at once. That’s… polyamory. Like Rainbow Dash said earlier.”
“...that explains how you know that word, at least,” said Rarity. Her voice was coloured with faint uncertainty, and she was looking at the pair of Dash and Fluttershy in a new light, as if seeing them for the first time. She blew out a sigh. “And it seems none of us knew you quite as well as we thought. I am... well, needless to say, surprised. Very surprised.”
An eye for detail was vital in her work and in her passion, and it was this eye that spied the tensing of Dash’s shoulders and the small flicker of…
‘No, that can’t possibly be... Rainbow Dash can’t possibly be afraid, can she?’ It seemed a mad thought for her to entertain, yet Rarity was a woman who prided herself on being able to read others. Her lips spent a moment turning down, and she sidled across. ‘Well, we mustn’t have that!’
Her hand joined Fluttershy’s, feeling the tension on those well trained shoulders, and Rarity offered the pair a smile. “Which, let me stress, is not disapproval. I am very flattered, but… it is rather a lot to process. My, uh, tastes have never really run towards women, you understand…”
Returning her smile with one of her own, Fluttershy nodded. “We know, Rarity. W-we know how hard this must be to understand, but we really do appreciate it.”
“Er, sorry to interrupt—” Applejack cut in uneasily, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.
“Don’t apologise! Didn’t you hear, Dashie wants you involved~,” cooed Pinkie before she exploded into maddened giggles that made the heat on Applejack’s face grow by ten fold.
“Pinkie, shush, I just gotta... I ain’t sure I get what’s going on. I mean, I get the sorta... you wanna have more than one girlfriend, and so does Fluttershy? Are you asking us all to go out with just you, or with each other, or…” The farmer sighed heavily. “Okay, maybe I don’t understand.”
Holding her hands up in a calming gesture, Dash gave her friend a smile. “Hey, AJ, don’t worry. It took me waaaaaaay longer to work it out. I’m not gonna pretend I expect any of you to leap at the offer—which is weird, I mean, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to get with The Dash—but I think we could work it all out.”
Silence spread in wake of her offer, and she settled back to wait. So far, it was going better than she’d expected. No one was throwing things or demanding she get out for being weird, which was positive. Still, she needed an icebreaker of some sort… the silence had gone on for nearly a minute!
“Wanna watch me make Fluttershy cum?”
The reaction was utterly worth it.
“Rainbow Dash!” hissed Rarity, cheeks flaring. She folded her arms, glaring at her in scandalised fury.
A faint slap filled the air as Applejack facepalmed. She groaned, though it was muffled by her hand until she took it away and just gave her athletic friend a weary look. A hint of red on her cheeks made Dash grin anyway, and it only grew as Pinkie’s giggles filled the room.
“I don’t think that’s the sort of thing you’re supposed to do in polite company,” spluttered Twilight, looking away. She wanted to look mortified, but she couldn’t quite manage it. She pressed her legs together, and cursed her curiosity. Scientific curiosity, of course.
“None of those sounded like a no to me.” Leaning back against Fluttershy, Dash grinned up at her. “How about you? Want me to play with you until you squirt all over the floor?”
Frozen in place and cheeks aflame, Fluttershy trembled. She visibly gulped, glancing over the rest of them before her eyes settled on Dash again. With a sigh, she opened her mouth to say ‘no’, as they all knew she would.
“A-alright.”
Applejack’s jaw hung open, which to be fair was more composed than Rarity’s gasp of utter shock. She looked to the others, as if hoping one of them would reveal she had just imagined that. Given the way Twilight looked torn between burying her face in her sleeping bag or reaching for her notepad, and Pinkie was leaning forward with an eager, rapturous expression, it seemed rather unlikely. Applejack looked back at Dash in time to see her springing to her feet.
“Awesome!”
Dash was naked in the blink of an eye, and what she had been wearing just a second before it flew through the air, right at her target. She grinned when Applejack swept them aside with her hand, laughing as the farmer tried to give her a glare that petered out when it found a bared chest to oogle.
“Just watch…” With agile steps she was behind Fluttershy, and fell to her knees, small breasts pressed into Fluttershy’s back. Rainbow’s arms slid down her shoulders, over Fluttershy’s arms, until she reached the hem of her shirt. Surprisingly gentle, she drew it up until Fluttershy raised her arms to let it come right off. “... and be amazed.”
First, her tongue teased. It traced across delicate lobes, warm and wet, a sensuous, sinuous heat that left a shudder racing down Fluttershy’s spine. Her breath drew in, eyes half-lidded as a moan fought to slip free.
“Oh, Rainbow…” She couldn’t help it, not as her lover’s tongue trailed up the edge of her oh-so-sensitive ears. Had she been standing, her legs would have trembled beneath her.
Perhaps in answer to the near-moan of her name, Rainbow Dash’s tongue vanished. Before a protest could be voiced, and oh-how needily it would have been voiced, something replaced it. Hard, with hot breath breezing past, her lips fixed themselves to her lobe and tugged with loving gentlessness.
Her friends watched, enraptured, and their eyes grew wider as Fluttershy’s moan rose. With each tiny flex of her jaw, nibbling away, Dash felt the shudders and tremors in her girlfriend’s body. It made her so hot, playing her body so easily. A lick, a nibble, and those vulnerable ears gave her everything she could have asked for... or they would, with a little more work.
Dash slipped her hands across skin as smooth as silk, feeling the warmth beneath her palms. They ran up gentle curves, squeezing gently, fingers pressing into that lovely flesh, as her teeth worked the sensitive lobe. A wispy gasp rushed from Fluttershy’s lips, and she closed them to hold in a moan. She felt Rainbow Dash’s hand cup her breast, a pair of slender fingers catching her nipple between them. The other hand fell as the athlete groped her, finding another little button to squeeze right between her legs. A rush of heat filled her cheeks with red, and her womanhood with juice.
“Mmf,” moaned Rainbow Dash, a pant muffled by the little bit of Fluttershy she was nibbling on. Her jaw parted enough to talk. “Flutters, you taste so good... so how sweet’s your honey?”
An ‘eep’ filled the room, such a small sound becoming so loud in the absence of anything else save the breathing of their audience, and the couple’s own heavy pants. She trembled, feeling the fingers that pushed her lower lips open as they tested the waters, so to speak. Her lips parted easily, a string of her juices stretching between them. A third finger slipped in the welcoming hole, probing, and earning a moan.
Lowering her mouth, Dash found another place to nibble; her teeth caressed Fluttershy’s neck, a light pressure against the soft skin. She bit back a moan, instead spreading her fingers wide across Fluttershy’s breast. Titflesh swelled between groping fingers, and the nipple pressed into her palm. She squeezed, and nearly moaned at the mewl she was dragging from Fluttershy. It made the fire between Rainbow Dash’s own legs burn hotter and wetter, though she could only grind her thighs together with both hands busy.
‘Later,’ she thought, a lewd grin spreading across her mouth. ‘She’ll pay me back tonight.’
In her finger went, stroking lovingly, and out it came to flick up against Fluttershy’s clit. She repeated it, again and again, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Fluttershy had no chance to prepare for each touch or tease on her delicate folds that sent shudders through her and drops of pussy-juice to the floor. The tip of Dash’s finger lingered on the little button, tracing a teasing circle around it.
“D-Dash…”
Giving her lover’s neck a lick, Dash grinned. “Yeeeees?” She dragged the word out, almost into a moan to match Fluttershy’s as her finger suddenly stopped completely. It sat there, unmoving, a teasing presence that made the meek girl’s hips jerk minutely as she fought not to move against it.
“P... please…” Fluttershy shuddered, leaning back against her. She didn’t even notice her friends in front of her anymore; the only thing she cared about was the touch of the woman she loved, and how she just kept teasing her!
“Please what?” To the shock of their audience, Rainbow Dash actually cooed, as if her light, teasing touch on the girl trembling in her arms was as pleasurable for both of them as it was for Fluttershy. “Please... tease you?”
She pulled, tugging Fluttershy’s nipple out for just a moment before she released the nipple, letting the fleshy breast bounce. Even as another gasp escaped the nature-lover, the athlete’s fingers spun a circle around her areola. The magic of the skyborn that let her soar found itself twisted to perverted purpose as the smallest of gusts began to spin a tight circle of sorcerous wind over the sensitive nub.
‘That,’ thought Twilight, eyes latched onto her friend’s nipple, ‘Is not at all proper use of skyborn magic.’ Her cheeks heated as she glanced at her bag. ‘I should take notes. For... for science.’
She watched the shudder that ran through the buxom girl, and Dash’s dirty grin growing. Unseen by the audience, something had splashed her hand as it teased that moist little cleft. They might not have seen it, but they certainly heard Fluttershy’s moan.
“Mmf~” groaned Rainbow Dash, her lips pressed to Fluttershy’s neck. She came free with a faint pop, a hickey marking her claim. “They can hear you, ‘Shy. Hear you moaning when I touch you.”
Awareness finally came crashing back into Fluttershy, and her eyes flicked to their friends. She had but a moment to observe the reddening of Rarity’s cheeks, to notice Applejack’s stare trained on them with surprising intensity, and Pinkie’s hand pushing open her underwear before the slim, wind-touched finger of her lover slipped into her.
“They’re gonna see you cum,” Rainbow murmured, letting out a faint moan of her own arousal. “Spread your legs. Let them see.”
Licking her too dry lips, and telling herself she really should be looking away, Rarity found her gaze dropping as Fluttershy’s legs began to spread wider. They hadn’t exactly been held tight, but they began to spread enough so that even Dash’s slender hand couldn’t hide the pink of Fluttershy’s pussy. Lips spread by her lover’s fingers, the eyes of their audience tracked the drip of arousal that poured from her.
Dash nibbled her ear before she spoke again; “They can see inside you. Can you feel their eyes on it?”
She flicked the nipple that had gone without magical torment.
“Tell me.”
Pleasure radiating from too many places for her to manage, it took another flick for Fluttershy to answer. “Y-yes,” she panted, mouth hanging open. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t. Not while they were being watched. “They’re seeing me... m-moaning and…”
“Squealing,” added Dash, eliciting that exact sound, pussy-playing hand suddenly forming a hook with two fingers that pushed in. Her palm pressed into Fluttershy’s clit, giving her button a tap. “That’s it~ Squeal for me, ‘Shy.”
The stroking, violating probe of her hooked fingers found wet walls pressing in around them. Juices rolled out as the meek girl squealed and clenched. She gasped for breath, only to find it driven out with each motion of those fingers, and gone again when next she took a gulp of air and the magical wind on her nipple burst with sudden speed.
Chin on her shoulder as she pressed against Fluttershy’s back, the wide, dominant grin on Dash’s face parted to let her tongue slip out and tease her ear again. “Nearly there?” she cooed. “Ready to cum for everyone? Maybe I’ll make you squirt. I could if I wanted. I could make my trembling little ‘Shy squirt in front of everyone.”
The hitch in Fluttershy’s breath brought a gleam of satisfaction to her eyes. A third finger began to brush against her pussy lips, teasing its entrance but never quite committing to it. Every whimper made Rainbow Dash hold back her own moans, and the heat radiating from between her legs grow. Raising her eyes, she made sure every one of their friends was looking right between those gorgeous legs, and grinned.
With a single swift motion, her third finger slipped in. She pushed in, and pressed, and let a word hiss into the quiet room, the only other sounds Fluttershy’s whimpers and Pinkie’s muffled moans;
“Cum.”
For a moment, Fluttershy just stopped. The world disappeared, the only sensation a spike of pleasure that lanced from her nethers and right through every thought that had been trying to form in her lust-addled mind. Her muscles locked up and her mouth fell open. The price of sweet torture after sweet torture finally hit home and Fluttershy came with a moan that was almost a scream.
Fluttershy’s weight fell on Dash, and she held up the moaning girl. A flood poured out, rushing over her fingers as the walls tried to crush them and pull them deeper. Pleasure made the girl twitch and shudder, moans and gasps filling Dash’s ears with the sound of success. She grinned, pulling her hand free and up until her fingers found another wet, warm hole.
Applejack covered her mouth with a hand, a sound that could have been a moan muffled, eyes locked on the sight of Fluttershy licking Dash’s hand. The red in her cheeks made her feel as though she was aflame. She took in the vision of sexual bliss, and already found thoughts cramming themselves into her mind and imagination. The heat grew when her eyes found Dash’s.
“Like the show?” she teased, but her words were clearly meant for all of them. With a smile, she kissed her lover’s neck. “Enjoy your dreams tonight, girls. All you have to do to make them true…”
A warm, dopey smile on her face, Fluttershy gulped down her own sweet fluids, and finished for her, “is ask.”
Suddenly, Fluttershy frowned. “Oh no.” She flushed. “I... um, P-Pinkie? Do you have a spare sleeping bag? Mine is, uh, a bit wet…”