In many ways, the convention last year seemed like a far off dream to Quibble Pants. A wet dream, perhaps, definitely not a dream he'd share with his mother, no matter how many times she coaxed him out of his attic. His nine to five job had secured his mother's home just as she was about to lose it, so he preferred to say that she lived with him. Had it not been for the letters from Daring and Dashie, he'd have written it off as a few too many drinks at the charity Daring Do Drink-a-thon.

He wished he had something that could compare to the adventures Rainbow and Daring experienced. The closest he ever got to action these days was when he wrote about it for the Daring Do fanzine he helped edit. His nitpick-y, detail-oriented editing style had its fair share of supporters and detractors. Principle amongst those was a fan known only by the pen-name Loyal Tea-leaf. Some of the letters the fanzine received reminded him that not all criticism was constructive.

Looking over his latest letter, he sighed at the pedantic, self-aggrandizing waste of ink and paper. Chucking it aside, Quibble decided it was time for his weekly fresh air.

He headed through the trap door and down the stairs. When he'd purchased the house from his mother, he'd insisted on keeping the attic. It was too much effort to move his memorabilia and, in spite of his mother's insistence, he just didn't want the master bedroom. It reminded him too much of his parents and especially of the time he caught them...

"Hey there, Quibby. Going out?" Mama Pants asked. He hadn't even realized that he'd made it down to the kitchen.

Quibble turned away to reach for his saddlebags. "Yes, ma'am. I need to stretch my legs."

"Are you sure you're not going out to stretch a nice mare's legs?" Mama asked.

Ears pointed straight up, Quibble turned around in surprised dismay. "Mom! Since when do you make jokes like that?"

A familiar voice rang out in laughter over the open kitchen counter from the family room on the other side. "She's probably made all sorts of jokes that went over your head. Your mom's a riot!"

Mama Pants smiled, patted her son gently on the shoulder before turning back to her guest. "Don't go putting thoughts into my poor son's head, Rainbow Dash. I'm a proper lady, as far as he knows."

Quibble wanted to dwell on that thought as little as possible. "Rainbow Dash? How did you find out where I live?"

"Forget that!" Rainbow answered enigmatically. "When did you dye your mane?"

Quibble narrowed his eyes in confusion, before he caught sight of a strand of his drab brown mane dangling over his eye. "Oh, I dyed it for the convention. I'm naturally this color."

"Hmm. Daring's 'do suited you." Dashie bantered, flicking the strand out of Quibble's face.

He merely shrugged. "Well, I guess you'll just have to wait until the next convention to see me sport that style."

Rainbow practically danced in place. "Ohmygosh! Which reminds me of why I'm here! There's a convention in Baltimare the week after next! It's pretty big; it's not just Daring Do, but also a lot of other fandoms. Everything from Gorge R. R. Smarty to C.S. Bluish to that silly Barleyquin romance author L. P. Rose."

"Yeah, I'd planned on going, but just couldn't get a hotel room in the harbor area." Quibble explained.

"Well, no sweat! I'm inviting you out; my treat. Stay with me and D.D. I doubt we'll have the kind of adventure we had last time. At least, as far as Ahuizotl is concerned. I'm sure there are other ways we can have adventures like we did last time." Rainbow said seductively.

Mama coughed politely, to remind Dash of her presence. Quibble had also forgotten his mother was in the room and he blushed profusely. "Mom! Um, well..."

Mama Pants waved a hoof. "I'll be fine if you take off for a weekend. Even if it is in the company of a certain mare. You are an adult now, after all."

"Mom, you know Dash and I are just friends, right?" Quibble said as a warning. The last thing he needed was to get his mother's expectations up after he'd expertly kept them down.

She shook her head. "Sure, sure. I've read Cosmarepolitan. I'm hip to how you kids operate these days. 'Just Friends.' Got it." Her reply was anything but comforting to Quibble's ears, but Rainbow Dash just laughed. "You youngsters and your unconventional relationships."

The train ride to the downtown Baltimore area was pleasant, made all the more so because Rainbow was with him. She'd stopped at his place on the way so she'd have somepony to talk to. Having traveled alone to the last convention, Quibble had to admit there were certain advantages to traveling with a companion.

"So then, in the first volume of the first print edition of the Daring Do Encyclopedia, there was a misprint on line twenty-two of page 394 that quoted text from Daring Do and the Marked Thief of Marapore. They accidentally attributed it to Daring Do and the Eternal Flower." Quibble nudged Rainbow with an elbow to keep her awake. "You know what makes it worse? The quote was about Marapore!"

"Fascinating." Rainbow said, in a tone that sounded anything but fascinated. "You really have dedicated your fan-life to just Daring Do, haven't you?"

Quibble shrugged. "I wouldn't say that. Sure, I'm a walking Daring Do expert, at least the fictionalized version. But I've read other things. I do enjoy the works of J. Free Saucer."

"Yikes, there's an old name. What about Tamarea Pierce?"

"Read a lot of her stuff in high school. The Immaretols. Protector of the Foals. I really enjoyed The Mare Who Runs Like A Stallion." Quibble pulled out a book he'd brought just in case. "How about these?"

Rainbow glanced at the book and her eyes bulged. "Twilight? Sure, it's popular with teenage fillies and middle-aged mares but, if you ask me, S. Mare couldn't write her way out of a paper bag. Also, she turned one of Equestria's most intelligent ponies into some blank-slate wannabe Vampony."

"Oh yeah, I forgot that the main character is based on one of your friends." Quibble turned the book over to look at the cover. Two hooves held up an apple as if in offering. "My mom really enjoys them though."

"Point proven. I might like your mother, but that's more because of her sense of humor than because of her taste in books." Rainbow flapped her wings a little to vent her irritation. "Looks like we're almost here."

Quibble noted the wing movement. "Tempted to fly off without me yet?"

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and pushed his shoulder. "No way! Loyalty, remember? Besides, there's more than one reason to keep you around. Sure, conversation is nice, but you're not half bad in bed."

"I believe your exact phrase last time was, quote, 'You are amazing.' Unquote." Quibble gave her a single raised brow.

She shoved him again. "Well, assuming you're up for some fun in the bedroom." She paused to wait for his consent. Quibble nodded quickly. "Then I'd say we're going to have a pretty amazing weekend."

After checking in to the hotel and heading through the VIP registration line (it paid to have a mare like Rainbow Dash around), the pair headed to the Dealer's Hall. Their VIP passes gave them and a select crowd the ability to hit the hall earlier than other attendees, and Rainbow and Quibble decided to take the time to search out A. K. Among the booths was a large corner booth set up for A.K. Yearling and her Daring Do novels and merchandise. D.D. was dressed in her demure A. K. garb, which drew Quibble's attention in more than one way. She was the picture of feminine elegance, from her classic floppy hat to her flowery blouse. She looked reserved and proper. Which, knowing her in the way he did, was as laughable as it was attractive.

The moment she spotted him, A. K. waved Quibble over. He complied, belatedly noticing the copy of his fanzine that she had in her hooves. Looking from the zine to her face, Quibble was the picture of guiltiness. "I was hoping you would be able to help me find a certain fan. There's a story I'm quite fond of in this month's mature insert. Great idea, by the way, having an age-gated optional insert of content. I'm surprised more legitimate publications don't adopt it. Anyway, the author's name is Loyal Tea-something or other."

"Loyal Tea-leaf. He's, or uh, she's quite a quiet individual normally. This is the first time they've really written something so...provocative. Usually they stick to sappy emotional romance." Quibble couldn't decide if he wanted to snatch the fanzine away and rip it to shreds or just bolt in panic.

Daring laughed. "Well, perhaps you will pass along my most heartfelt gratitude. They've certainly got an eye for detail. They even included Daring's birthmark. Something only referenced in...oh what interview was that now?"

Quibble answered automatically, without even thinking. "Celerity's Salute to Summer written by Prench contributor Stylo Puissant."

A. K. smiled a most Daring-style grin. Quibble froze, suddenly aware of how much he'd just admitted to. Luckily, Rainbow swooped in and saved him. "Honestly, you're going to break him before either of us get to play with him."

A. K. tossed her mane coquettishly. "Well, perhaps you can fix him up back at the hotel. Honestly, I've got a lighter schedule thanks to this being a bigger convention. Even if it is a rare personal appearance, I don't anticipate I'll be much busier than average. My panel isn't until tomorrow, as well. So why don't I meet you guys for lunch in an hour or so?"

After saying their goodbyes, Quibble and Rainbow walked around the Dealer's Hall and Artist's Alley before ducking into a few panels. Rainbow insisted on having room-service for lunch and so she encouraged a willing Quibble into their hotel room. Finishing up their lunch, Rainbow patted the bed. "Why don't you come on over here, big guy?"

Wordlessly, Quibble nodded. Joining her on the bed, they both let their hooves roam freely. Laying on his side, Quibble left one hoof tangled in her multi-hued mane as his other hoof drifted along to her pelvic region. He traced the mark on her flank a few times before going in for more intimate contact. Rainbow, meanwhile, turned her attention to kissing whatever she could reach. Lips, cheek, jaw, neck, collarbone, before nuzzling into his chest as he reached that most sensitive spot.

Her hooves held him close as he toyed with her. She fought the urge to thrust her hips forward to force him into direct contact. Rainbow was a patient mare and it would only give Quibble the idea that she was too into it. And that just wasn't cool.

As he teased and tormented her, she found her patience waning. Eyes snapping open, she looked down and reached for an exposed and engorged target. Her wingtips traced along the sides of his shaft and suddenly he was the one giving an uncontrolled thrust. His movement forward had the side effect of bringing him home to her pleasure button and she forgot herself just as easily. As Rainbow began to see stars, Quibble shifted position.

He turned around so that he could bring his mouth over her glistening slit. He let out a ragged breath as he prepared himself to go down on her and Rainbow almost thrust her pussy in his face. He's severely wrecked her patience. Luckily, his lips locked on and his warm tongue entered. As his mouth explored the place where his hoof had been before, Rainbow brought her mouth over his rigid cock.

Quibble noted with pride that he had the telltale signs of Rainbow climaxing down. Her breathing, where her body tensed, all of it was detail that he'd missed before. Lost as he'd been in his own pleasure and thoughts of inadequacy, he wasn't surprised how easily it was to miss. Now, however, he could tell that he'd brought her to her first peak. With an intensity he rarely possessed, Quibble pushed Rainbow over that edge and she moaned her pleasure around his throbbing erection. Quibble nearly lost the battle there and then, but managed to steady himself enough to pull his hips away. She let him go gently, though her attention was suddenly taken by another presence in the room.

As Quibble came back up for air, he noticed her too. Daring Do, stark as the day she was born, had sidled up behind Rainbow Dash. One hoof tangled in Rainbow's mane as Quibble had done earlier, only with more force. She pulled Rainbow's head back and laid her mouth on Rainbow's neck, biting and sucking her way up and down the side. Quibble scooted away just a bit to take in the scene before him. Daring Do had a look of intensity on her face that sent chills down his spine and spasms through his spear. He took a few deep breaths to bring himself under control, somewhat ashamed that he'd almost ejaculated at the sight of a little mare on mare action.

"Watch closely." Daring ordered, her voice husky with desire. She returned her attention to Rainbow's mouth and neck, but her hoof reached down to disappear into the front of Rainbow Dash's need-driven crotch. Daring's wing alighted on various parts of Rainbow's body, eliciting squeals and moans in equal measure. Drawing Rainbow up in front of her into a sitting position, Daring spread Dash's legs with her own. With both wings free, Daring drew the ticklish feathers into play not just on her external erogenous zones, but to tease along her juicy cleft. Her hooves took their time playing with Dash's eager sex and running along her sensitive underbelly and chest.

Rainbow seemed lost in the sheer tactile weight of pleasure that consumed her. Her legs, wings, and even the muscles under her skin twitched, writhed, the evidence of another impending orgasm written plainly across her beautiful face. As she came again, Rainbow opened her eyes and locked them on Quibble.

Satisfied and more than a little smug, Daring drew back away from the bed, leaving Rainbow a sweaty, jelly-fied mess in Quibble's soothing hooves. "How Daring do you think you are?" She asked quietly.

Not understanding her question, Quibble cocked his head. Smirking, Daring flipped open a suitcase he hadn't noticed and withdrew an item that made Quibble's eyes go wide.

"While you couple with her, I'll slip this little number on and see if you can take as much as you can dish out. How does that sound?" Daring asked, challengingly.

Licking dry lips, Quibble answered. "I've never..."

Daring slipped the toy on and pulled out a bottle of lubrication and a box of condoms. "I'll be gentle. Well, as gentle as you are."

Rainbow found her voice. At the same time, her hooves found his cock. "Too good to let yourself get as good as you give? I promise the discomfort passes. And then you're the luckiest of all three of us. Daring's little toy will get her off, your big boner will get me there again and you? Boning and getting an intimate massage from such a pretty toy? You'll think you've died and gone somewhere amazing."

"You won't make fun of me? Or bring it up in front of other ponies? Either of you?" Quibble asked, his inquisitiveness getting the better of him.

"I promise." Rainbow and Daring said together. Quibble had the fleeting thought that they'd had this conversation before, but he let that go. Rainbow was working him up into a frenzy and he'd rather be somewhere else entirely when he finally came.

"It's unconventional, but I'm in an experimental mood." Quibble got off the bed as Rainbow laid down on the edge on her back. Taking a condom and some lube, he tried not to think about it too much when Daring did the same behind him.

Quibble plunged himself into Rainbow, who gave him a smile before she looked over his shoulder. "He's a little over-eager. Don't do what he did, though. I'm a lot more prepared than he is."

Daring huffed, her hooves on Quibbles shoulder-blades. "Fine, I'll be nice. Quibble, lift you tail, dude."

Blushing, he complied with her order and tried not to tense up. Although he'd never done this before, he'd read enough of his friend's gay stallion stories to know where this was going.

"Relax, buddy. This will go easier if you don't fight it." Her words came in response to his instinctive clench against the intruding tip of a well-lubricated hoof. "I just need to relax your ring a bit before I slip through it."

As Quibble thrust in and out of Rainbow Dash, his back door was receiving similar, yet syncopated treatment. As he drew out, the hoof went in him, as he went in, the hoof retreated. Finally, this sweet torture subsided and he felt the press of the toy against his tail-hole. "Ready when you are Quibs."

Breathing deep, he pulled away from Rainbow Dash slowly, impaling himself on Daring's toy. The pattern repeated, with him setting the pace he found a rhythm that kept him hard and satisfied the uncertainty of what was going on behind him. He marveled at the sensation of fullness that he got, although this did come with a certain amount of discomfort. Eventually, that discomfort subsided and the fullness became more satisfying. It still wasn't on his list of favorite things to do, but it was bearable.

Then he began driving into Rainbow in earnest, his need for release beginning to percolate up from the depths of his being. Daring held onto his back, but then shifted slightly and he saw stars. Stunned for a moment, he slowed, but the husky, panting urging of Rainbow and the insistent tapping on his shoulders from Daring spurred him into action again. He drew in and out, driving Daring's toy into a spot previously unknown to him. A few more passes and he knew he was about to have the most explosive orgasm he'd ever had.

The moans and grunts became more frenzied as the three lost control together. Rainbow came first, her quivering sheath then threw Quibble into his peak of pleasure. Daring's toy pushed him over as his prostate could take no more and he almost dropped down on Dashie. Daring held onto his back for dear life as he legs wanted to give way beneath her. Her own orgasm came as the others evened out.

The trio stretched out across the bed, Daring only taking a moment to take off her strap-on before cuddling up to Quibble. "Not too bad, I hope?"

Rainbow laughed at the weighing expression on Quibble's face. He finally responded. "Let's just say this was another convention to remember. And we might not have had to battle a villain and his henchponies, but I certainly had an adventure."

Author's Note

As a thank you for all the views, thumbs up and comments that this story's enjoyed over the last year, here's an extra chapter.

When I originally wrote this story, I had many hang-ups about sex, sexuality and what an appropriate place to explore and share those things was. In short, I wasn't really keen on writing NSFW content. Over the last year, I've come to accept that this is a part of me as a writer. And, if I wanted to be a credit to the art of making love, I'd try to write it as well as I could. I hope you enjoy this story in whatever way is pleasing to you.

This world is full of people who would take life's little pleasures and hide them away for fear that they would become tainted and dull. But some things should be shared, respected, and shown to those who seek to truly work to make love.

After all, the love we get is equal to the love we give.