Fic Unrelated

by Silver Cloud

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Derpy Hooves, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Romance, Sex
Length: 5649

Dashie just smells so. Damn. Good.

Why the hay does Dashie smell so good lately?

Oh...

Requested, demanded and pestered for by ImJustAnotherBrony

Published 2012-06-05 02:24:03 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-05 02:24:03 UTC

Where's My Rope?

Author's Note:

To anyone who's about to lose all respect for me, you have my apologies.

To anyone who enjoys this, you could be reading something so much better. Go do that.

To Sean, told ya it was bad.

“Oh come oooonnn Dashieeee!”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeeeease?”

“I said no.”

“Pretty purleasy squeezy teasy?”

“How many times am I gonna have to say no Pinks?”

“Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepl-“

“Pinkie! No means no!”

Rainbow Dash stopped, stomping her hoof for emphasis. She was the pony in control here, and she was bucked if she was going to let Pinkie Pie get to her, even if she was all adorable and cute when she made her eyes enormous like that and…

She shook her head to clear it of dangerous thoughts.

“Pinkie Pie, you can stop doing that – it isn’t going to work. I’m not going to let you go around sniffing me randomly.”

“I’ll let you kiss me.”

The blue pegasus sighed and pulled her friend out of the middle of the path and over towards the side of the post office where they wouldn’t be overheard.

“I’ve told you before Pinkie – I’m not like that. I don’t like mares.”

“But you’re going out with Applejack!”

“That doesn’t make me a fillyfooler and you know it Pinkie.”

The party pony had a very confused look on her face.

“But-“

“Look. Pinkie. We’re going off-topic here: this is about me telling you that you can’t go around smelling me whenever you want.”

Without warning, the earth pony dove forward, burying her nose in Rainbow Dash’s mane.

“But it’s sooooo gooooooooooooooooooood!”

Pinkie’s muffled reply reached irritated ears as Dash facehoofed and easily pushed her over onto her rump. The suddenly seated pony looked slightly dazed from whatever high she experienced in sniffing her friend, her pupils tiny and eyes heavily lidded.

“It ssssmells sssso colourfullllll…”

Her expression was so convincingly content, that Rainbow was almost tempted to have a quick sniff herself. Instead, she placed a hoof on her own muzzle, forcing her nose into the air.

“Pinkie Pie, you are one strange pony,” she noted through a snoutful of hoof. “If you weren’t my best friend, I’d probably be scared of you. I am a little bit as it is.”

Pinkie’s eyes were slowly starting to regain their focus as she stood, one hoof holding onto Rainbow for support. As she found her bearings, they heard a faint crash of glass from within the building next to them, and before they could even exchange a mystified look, the grey mailmare erupted out onto the patch of grass beside them. Picking herself up off the ground, she poised herself with a dignified demeanour, chin up and snout in the air.

“I,” she declared to nopony in particular, “am Smooth Hooves, most graceful flyer in all of Equestria!”

Rainbow snorted, while Pinkie goggled at the dramatic new arrival.

“Derpy, you just crashed through a window. That’s not exactly what I’d call graceful… And we’re over here you know!”

Derpy swivelled to face the correct direction.

“Oh, heya Rainbow! Hi Pinkie!”

The two ponies found themselves each looking at a different one of Derpy’s eyes as they slid in different directions. Rainbow was still a little put off by the mare’s unusual condition, but she’d known Derpy for years, and she was nice enough. A bit strange at times, but very friendly. Pinkie just stared as if it were the first time she’d seen the other pony.

“Hi Derpy. What are you up to-glk!”

Pinkie and Rainbow Dash suddenly found themselves each pulled in close by a strong foreleg wrapped around their necks. Pinkie took the opportunity to quickly take another whiff of Dash, her wing this time, shuddering happily at the sweet smell. Derpy eyed them both, pupils perfectly aligned, before glancing around conspiratorially.

“Hey,” she whispered seriously. “Can you guys… keep a secret?”

“Mmhmm!” Pinkie nodded vigorously, eyes like saucers. Dash just sighed.

“Okay, well… I have a secret identity!”

Pinkie’s eyes somehow managed to get even bigger.

“Woah! No way! You mean like, like, like a superhero or something?!”

Derpy let go of their necks and nodded cheerfully. “Yep! I have a cape and everything!”

Rainbow rolled her eyes.

“So what super powers do you have then Derp?”

“I can fly!”

Dash didn’t know what to say to that.

“Ooh! Ooh! What’s your secret superhero name?” Pinkie piped up.

Derpy took a step back and stood upright on her hind legs, placing her forehooves on her hips. “Equestria knows me as… the Muffin Mare! And it is my sworn duty to – ooh look! A pie!”

The grey pegasus shot past the pair and around the corner after some interesting thing or another that neither of the other two ponies had seen, leaving Dash nonplussed and Pinkie awestruck.

“Okay, what just happened?”

“Dashie!” Pinkie leaned in close to the other mare. “She flew almost as fast as you do!”

Rainbow Dash turned her head slowly to face her pink friend, who was happily nuzzling her tail.

“Pinkie Pie?”

“Yes, Dashie?”

“What did I say about smelling me?”

Pinkie looked up at her, eyes radiating innocence. “I dunno.”

“It’s really, really strange Pinks…”

“Well duh!”

The pink pony began rubbing her snout up and down Rainbow’s hind leg, dribbling a little from the ecstatic high she was getting. The pegasus tried to shuffle away, but Pinkie just followed as if her nose was stuck to her.

“It’s so totally completely superfantabuleriferous, that ponies are bound to think it’s unusual. Just think what it’d be like if everypony went around sniffing you all the time. There’d be none left for me, and I’m best pony!”

Rainbow Dash frowned. “What? What’s that supposed to… Actually, you know what? Never mind. I’m going to go see AJ. At least she’s not completely crazy.”

Pinkie leapt up from her prone position and grabbed onto the pegasus’ tail with both hooves “Noooooo! Don’t go! I need you!”

Rainbow jumped into the air with a powerful flap of her wings, easily shaking off the intoxicated party pony. She looked down at her crestfallen friend with an eyebrow raised.

“I think you have a problem, Pinkie. You should probably go see Twilight about this – it can’t be good for you.”

With that, she twisted in the air and sped off in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.

Pinkie sat alone on the ground, staring forlornly after the multicoloured trail that lingered in the air.

“But… I want more…”

* * *

It’s like she’s just getting weirder every time I see her! She acts normal around the others… Well, normal for her anyway. What did I do to make her get like this? I’m no different to Fluttershy or Twilight… Okay, those are bad examples, but still! What changed that made her get so clingy and… sniffy? It’s not like I’m showering more, so why does she suddenly think I smell so good?

Rainbow Dash was so wrapped up in her concerned thoughts for Pinkie Pie that she only very narrowly avoided crashing straight into the Apple Family farmhouse. Instead, she merely hit a tree.

As she disentangled herself from the apple-filled branches, she heard a loud yell from within the barn behind the house. That’s Applejack’s voice! She must be in trouble!

Shocked, she hit the ground at a gallop before remembering she could fly and taking to her wings. In a flash, she was at the large building, but the door wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she pushed, so she resorted to hammering on it with her hoof.

“Applejack! Are you alright?!”

“Rainboooooooohhhhh! Ya can’t come in, not just noooooooooowwww, oh Celestia! I’m fine Dash, just a bit o’ trouble with the, um… apples! Come back later won’t yaaaaahhhhhh!”

“AJ! What the hay is going on in there?”

Rainbow gave another futile push, then realised that Applejack’s barn door swung the other way. She grabbed the handle with her teeth and gave an almighty tug, flapping backwards and pulling the door wide open. She hurried in, worried for her marefriend and ready to kick flank, but had to stop from the shock of what she saw.

There, lying sweaty and panting on a bed of hay right in the middle of the barn was Applejack. Perched on top of her and wearing her hat was a cheerful-looking and faintly flushed Derpy Hooves. Neither of them noticed the new arrival, being somewhat preoccupied with each other. Rainbow’s eyes practically popped out of her head as they drifted downward and she realised what they were doing.

Most of Derpy’s right foreleg was missing. Not lost, but shoved so far into Applejack that Rainbow couldn’t see her elbow at all. As she watched, the grey pegasus pulled the leg out, then stuck the tip of the hoof back in, twisting and wiggling it about inside. Derpy giggled as, suddenly, a creamy liquid spurted out around her hoof, covering it with thick fluid. She once again removed the hoof, absent-mindedly raising it to her mouth and giving it a slow lick as her eyes stared off in different directions. She then dipped back down, and with her teeth grasped what looked like an apple lying on the ground between Applejack’s legs. Pulling upwards with her head, there was a faint popping sound as a second apple appeared, and then a third, strung together somehow. Rainbow squinted, then almost fell over as the fourth, then fifth apple-bead popped out of Applejack’s ass. As the sixth and final one slid out, the earth pony let out another wild scream, only this time Rainbow could hear the undertone of sexual pleasure in it that she had missed before. Derpy swivelled around on top of the other mare, and abruptly the orgasmic cry was cut off as the pegasus roughly shoved one of the used fruit into Applejack’s mouth.

“Ssh!” she whispered happily. “You’re so loud! No wonder Rainbow Dash heard you.”

Applejack took a large bite of the anal apple, crunching on the chunk and swallowing it, allowing her to speak.

“Sorry, sugarcube. You’re just too darn good.” She grinned deviously. “Now where’d I put my rope?”

Rainbow Dash could contain herself no longer.

“AJ! Derpy! What. The. HAY!?”

With a startled cry, the two mares fell apart. Applejack scrambled to her hooves, blushing furiously, stuttering, and still leaking quite a lot from between her rear legs.

“R-R-Rainbow! I th-thought you left!”

“You didn’t even lock the door!”

“Huh? I thought I did… Listen, Rainbow, I can explain-“

Before the flustered mare could do so, they heard a loud crack, and their heads simultaneously turned in time to see a large red something fall heavily from the loft. As the resulting dust settled, the something rose unsteadily to its hooves.

“Aheh… Howdy?” Big Mac grinned nervously.

Applejack stared open-mouthedly at her brother for a moment.

“Um…”

Rainbow had seen enough. “That’s it AJ, I can see what’s going on here. You don’t have to explain anything.”

She flapped her wings, rising into the air and pointing an accusing hoof at Applejack. “You,” she announced, “are quite clearly… a fillyfooler!”

The earth pony frowned slightly. “Uhh… Come again?”

“Save it Applejack. I don’t wanna know.”

With a last disdainful look at Derpy, who was subtly trying to inch her way behind a small haystack, Rainbow Dash spun and flew straight out of the open barn door, almost fast enough to blow it up by Sonic Rainboom.

Almost.

* * *

Pinkie Pie’s hooves made a faint scraping sound as she trudged unhappily through Ponyville’s Town Square. It was beginning to get dark, but she couldn’t bring herself to go back to Sugarcube Corner yet. Something just felt wrong today, and not in a good way, whatever that meant. Pinkie raised her head and gave the author a look, but he just shrugged and kept typing. The pink pony sighed sorrowfully and walked slowly on. She wasn’t really going anywhere, just wandering about and feeling mopey. She didn’t even really know why, except that it had something to do with Rainbow Dash. Just thinking about that wonderfully super sweet pegasus gave her a little kick in her chest. She didn’t understand it; she only knew that Dashie smelled really really good lately, and when she wasn’t around, everything just seemed that little bit darker and not-so-fun.

“Dumb Dashie…” Pinkie mumbled miserably.

The worst part was that Rainbow didn’t get it at all. Sure, Pinkie didn’t either, but Dashie was so cool and amazing that she should have been able to figure out what was going on.

Pinkie came to a stop outside the library and tapped a loose pebble with a hoof. She could ask Twilight – that was one super smart pony – but she just didn’t feel like talking to anypony. She felt like sitting down on the ground and crying, all because Rainbow Dash wasn’t there with her. So that’s what she did.

And that’s where Rainbow Dash found her.

The multicoloured streak of light that was the self-proclaimed most awesome flier in all of Equestria jerked to a sudden halt as it zipped past the Ponyville Library. Rainbow back-pedalled until she was hovering over her pink friend, who was lying down and sobbing into the ground.

The pegasus wasn’t exactly in a great mood herself, although the water in her own eyes was definitely because of the wind, but she hated to see any of her friends upset. Even Applejack, but especially Pinkie. That crazy pony was supposed to be… well, crazy. And happy. And laughing. Lots of laughing, but not much crying.

“Umm… Pinkie? You okay there?”

She glided down and allowed herself to land next to her friend, just in time for Pinkie to look up, spot her, and gasp loudly.

“Dashie! You came back!”

Pinkie leapt up off the ground and straight onto Rainbow, glomping her in a vice-like hug. Dash patted her on the back as best she could, only slightly blinded by the poofy pink mane in her face.

“Well,” she choked out, “I was actually just heading home. Turns out Applejack’s into mares.” A little of the bitterness she felt towards the farmpony entered her voice. “Into Derpy specifically…”

Pinkie Pie jumped back in shock.

“What?!”

“Yeah, I know… Crazy, isn’t it?”

“But… I thought you and her…”

“Apparently not.”

“Wow.” Pinkie looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry Dashie, I know you liked her…”

Rainbow snorted. “Meh, whatever. Doesn’t matter now.” She held her composure for a moment, then let the act drop with a sigh. “What’s up with you anyway Pinks? Why are you all sad?”

Pinkie looked up, then away. She couldn’t hold Rainbow’s gaze. A huge part of her desperately wanted to just reach out, grab the pegasus, and sniff her like, like… Well, like something you sniff. But another, more responsible part, right around her middle, was telling her that this was a bad time. And if there was one thing Pinkie always did, it was trust her gut. With a shake of her head, she wiped the last of the tears from her eyes and plastered a huge smile across her face.

“Oh, don’t worry about me Dashie, I’m totally happy to see you.” An idea occurred to her, and she gasped and bounced a little. “Hey, I know what we can do! We should go bake something together – that’ll cheer us both up!”

Pinkie grinned at her pegasus friend, who looked back at her with a half-frown.

“Pinkie, you know I’m no good in the kitchen. And besides, it’s getting kinda late to start cooking, don’t you think?”

“No way!” The pink pony shook her head rapidly. “It’s never too late to make cupcakes with a friend, Dashie. And don’t worry, you can just help me make them if you want.”

“What about Mr. and Mrs. Cake? I doubt they’d be happy with us making lots of noise if they’re trying to get the babies to sleep.”

“No, they wouldn’t. That’s okay though, because they took Pumpkin and Pound out of town for the weekend, so they wouldn’t be able to hear, even if we started shouting really loud. Well, unless they have really good hearing, but I don’t think they do, since there was this one time I said ‘Hi’ to Mrs. Cake and I was standing right in front of her but she didn’t say ‘Hi’ back so I had to wave at her and shout it really loud and then she heard me and then she said ‘Hi’ back.”

Rainbow Dash sighed as Pinkie tilted her head and blinked cutely at her. “Fine…”

“Woohoo! Let’s go!”

All trace of her previous sadness completely gone, Pinkie grabbed Rainbow by the hoof and yanked her in the direction of Sugarcube Corner.

Within minutes, they were inside the bakery’s kitchen, where, somehow, Pinkie had managed to put a frilly apron on Rainbow Dash without the pony noticing, and had herself donned both a tall chef’s hat and a serious expression.

“It’s time… to bake.”

What followed was a flurry of motion as Pinkie became a blur, zipping around the small room and grabbing various ingredients and bits of mixing equipment in preparation of making the treats. At some point Gummy appeared, nonchalantly latching onto his mistress’ mane, but she either didn’t notice or didn’t mind the sudden passenger. Rainbow tried to follow what the pink whirlwind was doing, but it was all happening too fast, even for her. She opened her mouth to ask what she was supposed to be doing, but right at that moment, the movement stopped and she found herself staring into a pair of bright, baby-blue eyes right in front of her.

“Okay, are you ready, Dashie? Because I’m ready!”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“Great!”

Pinkie slung a foreleg around Rainbow’s neck, yanking her towards the countertop and the waiting ingredients. The earth pony giggled at her friend’s perplexed expression as she regarded the seemingly random assortment of kitchen implements spread out before her.

“Now, I’ve already prepared a few things here, so all I want you to do is mix up this sugar and butter, and then I’ll give you some eggs to add in too.” Pinkie grinned cheerfully. “Simple, right?”

Rainbow swallowed. “Um, right. Simple.”

She stood up on her hind legs and reached out to awkwardly grasp at the wooden spoon with her foreleg. With a sideways glance at Pinkie, who nodded encouragingly, she proceeded to stick the utensil into the mixing bowl and mash it from side to side in attempt to corral the butter and sugar into some sort of togetherness. Unfortunately, all she managed to do was move them around a bit within the bowl. She frowned at the uncooperative ingredients.

“Pinkieee,” she moaned. “It’s not working!”

The earth pony smiled softly and stepped up behind her friend, delicately taking her hoof in her own.

“Here, let me show you.”

She gently moved Rainbow’s hoof and the spoon back and forth, prodding the butter and sugar together until they were a light and fluffy mixed-up mess. When she was done she inhaled deeply.

“Ahhhh! Smells good!”

Rainbow had a feeling the pink pony wasn’t talking about the cupcakes-to-be, but decided to let it slide this time.

“So, what did you say was next?”

“Next we add the eggs. I’ll do the first one, then you can do the others, okay?”

Pinkie took the first egg between her hooves and expertly tipped it against the side of the bowl, cracking it and allowing its contents to slip out into the mix.

“You have to be gentle though. They’re very delicate.”

“Right. Got it. Like this?”

Rainbow took another of the eggs and tried to copy Pinkie’s movements, cracking it on the rim of the bowl and carefully pouring the precious contents in.

“Perfect!” Pinkie cheered. “You’re a natural, Dashie!”

Rainbow grinned. “Heh. Nothing to it!”

Feeling confident, she grabbed the next egg and smacked it against the bowl, spilling it all over the countertop and sticking her hoof into the butter-sugar mixture.

“Um.” She looked guiltily at Pinkie. “Oops?”

The earth pony only giggled at the mess. “Oh Dashie! You’re such a mucky pony.”

Rainbow quickly grabbed a cloth and wiped up the eggy fluid before it could spill over onto the floor.

“Sorry Pinks…”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty more.” Pinkie smiled widely at her friend, before her eyes caught on her hoof. “Oh! Dashie! You’ve got something on you.”

Before Rainbow could even look down to see the offending bit of cupcake-mixture for herself, Pinkie darted forward, grabbed the foreleg in her own and wrapped her tongue around the hoof, licking up the sugary morsel.

Rainbow jerked away, but Pinkie held on, making sure no piece of food was left on her friend’s hoof.

“Pinkie! What the hay!?”

What is wrong with this mare!? First she starts going around sniffing me everywhere, which is bad enough, but now she’s licking me!? Seriously, what’s next? Is she gonna start eating me? I mean… Woah.

Rainbow’s thoughts ground to a halt as Pinkie eyes flicked up, looking directly at her. The earth mare’s tongue kept going, tickling at her hoof and sending tingling sensations down the length of her leg.

“Pinkie… Seriously, stop it…” Rainbow mumbled.

Pinkie shook her head minutely and continued running her tongue up and down, licking around the hooftip, and all the while staring up at Rainbow. The pegasus began to feel a weird pressure building up in her chest as she looked back into Pinkie’s wide eyes. She squeezed her eyelids shut, but all that did was draw attention to the soft scraping of the tongue on her hoof, and she could still feel the gaze of the party pony looking up at her.

“Pinkie…”

Rainbow could take it no more. With a small groan, she leaned forward, knocking a bag of flour to the ground with her wing as she did, and pushed the pink pony over, diving on top of her and pressing their lips firmly together. Pinkie’s eyes widened a little in surprise before fluttering closed as the mare relaxed into the kiss.

After a long moment, Rainbow Dash pulled away and opened her eyes, breathing heavily. A thin strand of saliva connected the two ponies as they stared at each other, almost like they were trying to read the others thoughts. Rainbow could barely think straight though; the kiss had tasted sweet, like the sugar Pinkie had been licking off her hoof moments ago.

“Rainbo-mph.” The pegasus cut her off with another kiss, a shorter one this time, followed by a second, and a third in quick succession. Rainbow kissed her mouth, her cheek, her chin, her neck, her chest, her stomach, moving slowly down her body. Pinkie lay back in the flour that now covered the kitchen floor, panting, as her best friend in all of Equestria spread her rear legs and pressed her lips tenderly against her thigh, using her tongue to gently caress the soft flesh. Rainbow moved inwards from there, planting a series of kisses leading into Pinkie’s lips, but pausing just before the prize. She looked up, over Pinkie’s belly, and saw the mare lean her head up in time to lock eyes with her.

Magenta stared at blue.

Blue gazed back at magenta.

Rainbow Dash licked straight up along the centre between Pinkie Pie’s legs.

The pink mare shuddered in delight, tilting her head back again and shaking it about on the floury floor, covering her mane with the dusty ingredient. She couldn’t help but let out a little squeal as Rainbow tasted her again, pushing her tongue a little further inside and delicately probing the inside of her lips. The pegasus went again and suddenly found her face held in close by Pinkie’s rear legs wrapping around the back of her head. She grinned around the mare’s crotch and pushed herself forward again, forcing her tongue even deeper inside, and moving it from left to right as she tried to satisfy the other mare. Pinkie’s forehooves scrabbled against the ground frantically as she tried to control the rising sense of pleasure deep in her body. It felt like a balloon swelling inside of her, the happiest one she’d ever known, and she didn’t want it to stop growing, but there was a slight twinge of pain, and she felt like it was about to pop.

“Rainboooooooohhhhh!”

Pinkie’s whole body pulsed, and a wave of near-clear fluid streamed out of her which Rainbow happily began lapping up as it came running out and down her chin.

“Wow, Pinkie,” the pegasus chuckled. “You sure were quick. What is this, like, your first time or something?”

“Yep,” Pinkie panted, still trying to stop quivering from the intense pleasure of her orgasm. “You’re… my first…”

Rainbow’s ears pricked up. “What? Seriously!?”

“Uh-huh.” Pinkie’s breathing gradually began to slow and the shuddering calmed until it reached a point where she felt like she could move again.

She looked at Rainbow, who had sat back on her haunches with a slightly stunned expression on her face, and crawled up close to whisper in her ear.

“And it was awesome, Dashie!”

Rainbow blinked, and then smiled at Pinkie. “Well, it would be: I’m awesome too!”

“And now I’m gonna have to do something awesome for you…”

The pegasus looked down, then back up at her friend, who was watching her coyly through half-closed eyelids.

“Woah…” she murmured.

Before she knew what was happening, she found herself tied by her apron to the back of a chair with Pinkie standing over her and blocking out the light from the bakery overhead lamp, wearing black leather hoofsocks, and holding in her mouth…

Rainbow’s eyes bulged. “Is, is that…”

“An icing gun? Eeyup,” Pinkie giggled. “Just because it’s my first time doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do. But first… let’s have some fun, shall we?”

The earth pony placed the cake weapon down to one side, and trotted forward to stand over Rainbow, positioning her flank so it was directly over the pegasus’ crotch. Gently, and very slowly, she lowered herself onto the other pony, and lay down on her stomach. Rainbow gulped and leaned her head back as Pinkie rubbed her chest with one leather-clad hoof, running it up and down before moving it down to her side. The pink pony kept rubbing, moving her hoof in tiny circles, making Rainbow shiver from the coolness of the sock’s material. The pegasus gave a small yelp as she felt a twinge of pain in her wing. She glanced towards the other mare and spotted that Pinkie now held a familiar-looking blue feather in her hoof, and was grinning deviously.

“Pinkie? What are you gonna do with… Pinkie! That doesn’t go there! Pink-glmph!”

Rainbow’s cries were abruptly muffled as Pinkie whipped off one of the leather socks and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Oh, shh Dashie! Stop being such a silly pony – it’s only a feather…”

Rainbow could only watch as Pinkie took the long quill and slowly, ever so slowly, brought it between her legs and gently stroked down the centre. The pegasus’ reaction was immediate: her whole body bucked, jerking at the fierce sensation the feathery touch produced in her loins.

“Is Dashie ticklish? I think she iiiiis!” Pinkie chirped.

She ruthlessly dragged the feather up along Rainbow’s lips again, tickling the sides and sending the pegasus into spasms. As she shook violently, she managed to spit the sock out and tried to form words.

“P-P-Pinkie… S-stop! Please, I c-c-can’t take it…”

“Hmph, you’re no fun.”

Pinkie lay down on her stomach again, pressing her face against Rainbow’s belly and inhaling deeply. She sighed contentedly as Rainbow’s scent filled her nose, then shifted down a little and sniffed again. She raised an eyebrow at the subtly different smell that came from between the pegasus’ legs, but quickly moved to copy what Rainbow had done for her earlier, and pushed her tongue past her sensitive lips. Encouraged by her partner’s squirming, she pushed harder against Rainbow, grinding her teeth against the soft pink clit and shaking her head from side to side. Suddenly, she felt a pressure on the back of her head and her eyes widened as she realised Rainbow was copying her and had wrapped her rear legs around the back of her mane, pulling her face closer into her vagina.

“Deeper, Pinkie! Deeper!”

Pinkie tried to comply with the pegasus’ call, but her tongue would go no further in. She tried to reply that she was as deep as she was going to get, but couldn’t through the mouthful of Rainbow Dash. The pegasus kept pulling Pinkie with her legs, trying to force her in more until, without warning, the pink pony’s nose slid into the slit as well. Pinkie attempted to pull out, realising she couldn’t breathe, but Rainbow’s legs had her in a vice-like grip, and were not letting go as the mare ground her hips into Pinkie’s face.

Rolling her eyes, Pinkie picked up the feather in her hoof again, and brushed it against Rainbow’s inner thigh. Instantly, the pegasus jerked and let go of her. Pulling out, Pinkie drew a deep breath and grinned at her friend.

“Sorry, Dashie. I still have to breathe sometimes you know.”

Rainbow looked at her sorrowfully. “But I just wanted more…”

Pinkie’s eye gleamed. “Well then,” she said slowly. “Let’s see what I can do about that…”

With a chuckle, she reminded Rainbow of the friendly icing gun she’d set aside earlier by waving it in the pegasus’ face.

Rainbow paled. “Wait, what’re you gonna do with…”

Smiling from ear to ear, Pinkie answered the pegasus’ unfinished question by roughly shoving the nozzle straight into her with a hoof, sliding it in almost completely. Rainbow Dash screamed loud enough to make even Pinkie wince.

“Sorry Da-“

“Don’t take it out!”

Rainbow had a wild look in her eyes as she stared at Pinkie, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving

“More!”

Pinkie grinned again. “Oh, Dashie likes it rough? Okay!”

Doing the opposite of what she’d been told, she drew the makeshift dildo out of Rainbow, and then slammed it back in as hard as she could. And then she did it again. And again. Each time, Rainbow’s yells rattled the pegasus’ whole body, and she shook from a satisfaction the likes of which she’d never felt before. The fourth time Pinkie pulled the gun out, Rainbow started to quiver uncontrollably and she stretched out her wings and legs as far as they would go.

“Oh Luna! That’s it! Do it Pinkie!”

Pinkie was happy to obey, thrusting the icing implement in with all her strength, and at the same time squeezing the trigger, filling Rainbow with a jet of cold icing that spurted inside of her and dribbled out a little. The dual sensations of cold and friction were too much, and the pegasus’ hips pushed down onto the gun as Rainbow finally came, juices gushing out past Pinkie’s hoof and onto the floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shrieked louder than she would have thought possible, almost kicking Pinkie in the face with her spasming.

It took Rainbow a full minute before she finally slumped down, spent. Her eyes heavily lidded, she saw a blurry Pinkie Pie cuddling her chest and smiling at her.

“Oh hey Pinks…” She smiled woozily at her best friend.

The pink pony giggled cutely. “You smell amazing Dashie.”

Rainbow grinned back. “Well o’ course I do… Why you all wet though?”

She frowned and tried to focus, but found it extraordinarily difficult, deciding it was easier to just lean back and close her eyes. Pinkie just laughed again.

“Nighty-night sleepy head…”

* * *

Warm light spilled through the window of the Sugarcube Corner Bakery’s kitchen, revealing a very messy Rainbow Dash splayed out on a flour-covered floor. With a start, the pony jerked awake, eyes blearily opening as she tried to remember where she was. A soft sound caught her attention and she looked down.

There, lightly snoring under her wing, was Pinkie Pie.

Immediately, Rainbow pulled her wing back and rolled away as what she had done the previous night came back to her.

Aw ponyfeathers! What the hay was I thinking!? Pinkie’s my best friend – this is only going to hurt her… Maybe if I leave quietly now? No, that’s the stupidest idea ever, Dash. She’d be heartbroken. She said it was her first time. Sheesh… What am I supposed to do now? I can’t just leave her. Oh no… Are we going to have to ‘talk’? I hate ‘talking’… Maybe she won’t want to keep this up though? Maybe she’ll be happy with just being friends? Yeah, Dash, and maybe Celestia’s a donkey in disguise. You know Pinkie better than anypony. She’ll want to be with you… Oh, what am I going to do!?

At that moment, Rainbow’s thoughts were distracted as Pinkie put a hoof around the pegasus’ middle and giggled softly in her sleep.

Rainbow stared hard at the snoozing pony for a long moment, before shuffling closer again and carefully laying her wing back over her, so as not to wake her. She leaned in, gently kissed the pink cheek and whispered quietly in her ear, “You can’t tell anypony I like mares, okay?”

Rainbow leaned back down, lying her head on the surprisingly comfortable floor so that she was facing Pinkie, and slowly closed her eyes, drifting back into a dreamless sleep.

A moment later, the early morning silence was broken once again, as a sweet voice whispered back,

“Not a word, Dashie.”