To Reform A Broken Heart

by BadMothaCupcake

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 1434

Every time Dashie comes over, I try my best to please her. I just want her to return my love. One day she breaks me completely, but a new stallion comes to town and thinks he can help me. All I want is to be left alone.

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It's my first day in Ponyville. I graduated from a College in Canterlot with a degree in Psychology, but without any real experience in the field, I can't get a job. I was recommended to Ponyville Elementary by a contact in Canterlot and I apply for the job today. There is also a pink mare I met at Sugercube Corner. There is something wrong with her and I want to help her, but she keeps pushing me away.

(Story contains clop, clop, clop!)

Published 2012-06-04 23:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-04 23:34:02 UTC

A Broken Heart and A Lost Love

Ding!

The bell to Sugar Cube Corner rang and I didn’t have to look up to know who entered. She would always come around this time. Days would separate our meetings, but she would always come around when both hooves on the clock pointed west. The night was young and the Cakes were just getting comfortable in their beds after a hard day’s work. I slowly tilted my head up and stole a glance of the mare that stole my heart in return.

Rainbow Dash. She was everything I could ever want in a pony. She was cool, beautiful, fun, and so much more. I still remember when we first met. She was pulling a prank on one of her old friends from flight school, the pegasus I came to know as Fluttershy. I invited myself to the fun and we’ve been close ever since.

“Hey Pinkie Pie. What cha up to?” Dash spoke, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Just closing down shop,” I replied. I know what comes next.

“Wanna go upstairs for a sec?” Dash asked. Bingo.

“…Sure,” I replied and turned to the staircase.

“You alright Pinkie?” Dash asked. For once I didn’t answer. Remember how I was describing Dash earlier? There is a reason I left ‘loyal’ and ‘caring’ out of the description. I loved Dash, but Dash… I wasn’t so sure returned my feelings. I confessed to her long ago and asked if she wanted to start dating. That was four months ago. To this day I’ve yet to get an answer. It was always ‘I’m still thinking about it’ or ‘I need some more time’. I think I’ve started to lose hope, I know it’s affected my personality. Each of my friends have commented on how I’ve become less bubbly and tend to space out more.

“Here we are, Dashie,” I announced with fake enthusiasm as Rainbow and I reached my room. I turned to her with a smile and hopped up on my bed, bouncing up and down. This was the only time I could connect with Dash. Every time I would pleasure her, show her just how much I loved her, but I never did good enough. Sure she would say ‘good job Pinkie’ or ‘that was great’, but never what I wanted to hear, a simple ‘I love you Pinkie’. Not this time.

“You ready?” Dash asked and sprawled herself out on my bed. I stopped my bouncing immediately and inched up to her. I smiled again and quickly nodded my head up and down.

“Go ahead,” she spoke softly. I didn’t waste any time. I’ve learned everything about her body. I know exactly what she doesn’t like and more importantly, what will get her to scream in pleasure. This time I was going to be perfect.

I started with a soft kiss to the underside of her chin. Slowly, calmly, and gently I worked my lips across her neck, then progressed to her right shoulder to give it a playful nip. I was rewarded with a quick exhale from my soon to be lover. I then slowly shifted my body to lay perpendicular to hers and leaned my upper body over her back. I pressed my nose to her back, right in between her two beautiful and well-kept wings. I let out a warm breath as I worked my muzzle to the back of her neck, causing her wings to slowing extend. With my two fore hooves I pressed into her back while I started to nip and kiss softly about her neck.

I could tell my performance was better than usual. Already I could feel Dashie’s breath quicken in her chest. I lifted my mouth to her left ear and let out a warm breath before I extended my tongue and traced the outline of her ear. Her body shuddered beneath me and I swung my right hind leg over her body, mounting her. It felt good. It felt right.

I continued my teasing using everything I’d learnt in passed sessions. I nip lightly at her cyan feathers, my fore hooves dance along the sides of her body, and I grind my hips against hers. By this time I start to receive short and soft moans for my efforts. Beautiful.

Now was the time to really impress. I gently nudged Dash over, so she was lying on her back. With light kisses I slowly made the transition from her chest to her hips. I momentarily withdrew myself from her body to get a good look at her arousal. Her chest rose and fell at a steady rate, not slow, but not too fast. I had her in the perfect zone.

I then lowered my head to her marehood and let out another warm breath, casing a sharp intake of air from my cyan angel. I moved my head slightly and brought my lips to her lower lips with a gentle kiss. Dash didn’t give a vocal reaction, but her body told me all I needed to know.

I let my tongue slide out of my mouth and gave Dash a long and wet lick from the bottom of her entrance to the tip. Her back arched in response and she let out a long, but quiet moan. I then flexed my tongue, making it firm, and circled her clitoris once. Contrary to common belief, the clitoris isn’t just some magic love button that solves all sexual problems. It’s defiantly the most sensitive part of a mare’s lower lips, but I learned not to focus on it. Better to return periodically… or maybe that’s just the way Dash liked it best.

I drug my tongue slowly up each side of her marehood, alternating between sweet kisses to her lower lips and short circles around her clit. Soon enough Dash’s moans began to increase in volume and come in shorter intervals. Time for a change in tactics.

With one quick motion I thrust my tongue as far as I could inside of her. Dash let out a surprised gasp and clenched the bed sheets. I then began to slowly pump my tongue in and out of her.

“Ahhh… M-more!” Dash gasped as she fought to suppress her volume. I happily obliged.

I wrapped my lips around her clitoris and flicked my tongue around it. She moaned loudly and arched her back in pleasure. Luckily the Cake’s room was located on the other side of the shop. I continued to pump my tongue in and out of her, increasing in pressure and intensity. Her body followed my pace. Her breathing, heartbeat, and pleasure, all in my control. Her wings were fully extended and twitching of her toned flank gave off the tell tail signs of a rapidly approaching orgasm. I closed my eyes and continued my work.

Not a moment later I felt Dash’s hooves on the back of my head, holding me in place. Her body became tense and I gave her clit one last lick to give her an extra push.

“Oh fu-flu… Fluttershy!” Dash screamed in pleasure.

My eyes shot open. My mind stopped. I choked on the liquids that flooded my maw and forced myself to swallow them down. Dash slowly released the pressure on my head and removed her hooves completely. I still couldn’t formulate a sentence.

“T-thanks Pinkie. That was the best yet. I-I’ll see ya,” Dash’s muddled voice sounded in my ear. If I wasn’t lost in a sea of confusion, I might have been able to pick out the nervousness in her voice.

I just nodded my head, transfixed on what just happened, trying to keep myself together. Fluttershy. I should have known. That’s why Dash never gave me a straight answer. I was just some plaything to keep her occupied. I heard the sound of my window open and close, but it sounded distant, as if coming from the house across the street.

I collapsed to the floor some time later, but I made no effort to get up. My ragged breathing was the only noise in the room and a wet sensation started to run down my face. I gently ran a hoof through my strait pink mane that was spread amongst the ground and slowly closed my eyes.

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Some jazz from the author,

Short intro, but every story has to start somewhere. Thanks to Roxy Shot for the editing and suggestions. And another thanks to Roxy Shot for sending me links to all these great stories that hinder the progress of my own stories.