Fire Under The Sun

by Applejinx

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 2291

or, what REALLY happened after The Last Roundup, out in the desert!

or, what REALLY happened after The Last Roundup, out in the desert! Inspired by the following spontaneous haiku: hatesex in desert / shreds of pink and purple mane / we won't speak of this...

Published 2012-07-06 16:24:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-06 16:24:01 UTC

Fire Under The Sun

“Chimicherry? Or Cherrychanga? Chimicherry? Or Cherrychanga? Chimi…”

Rarity gritted her teeth, and this time her voice wasn’t as suppressed. “When I get back, you’re gonna GET IT, Rainbow Dash!”

“Oooh, you’re giving her something? Whatcha gonna give her?” said Pinkie, still operating the handcar’s giant two-sided lever. “Are you going to give her a present?”

“I am not sure how to wrap it,” hissed Rarity, her eyes slits.

“I’m really good at wrapping presents!” beamed Pinkie. “If you tell me what it is, I bet you anything that I can…”

“Fine. Does one wrap a severe beating before, or after, one delivers it?”

Pinkie’s smile didn’t waver for a moment. “That’s a funny joke! You’re getting into the spirit of the party after all!”

“Were it a joke,” said Rarity, “I am sure it would be hilarious. What in Equestria are you talking about, spirit of the party? There is no party here.”

That made Pinkie’s eye twitch. “And that’s where you’re wrongity wrong in Wrongsville! There’s always a party because party is a state of mind! It keeps you cheerful and then you can face anything, so welcome to Handcar Party! There’s piles of cakes and goodies, and delicious cider…”

Rarity glared at her. “Pray do not mention cider—or water—or anything drinkable, for that matter—for we assuredly have nothing of the sort. I daresay we’ll get home safely, but the journey will be excruciating.”

Pinkie shook her head. “Oh no no. There’s all the water you want, and wonderful cakes, if you just try harder to believe it… maybe we should change the subject to other fun subjects. So you think Rainbow Dash ought to get it, huh?”

Rarity growled, working away at the giant lever.

“Well, let’s keep the party rocking even if we have to get naughty. We’ll play spin the bottle—no, wait, ha ha! No bottle, just all the delicious water…”

Rarity snarled, but Pinkie was still talking.

“We’ll play truth or dare! Ask me, ask me… ooh! Ask me how I think Rainbow Dash gets it. Go on, ask me!”

“She’s going to get it right in the kisser if I have anything to say about it,” snarled Rarity.

“Kisser, that’s good, did she kiss you?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Did anypony kiss you, or are you such a stuck up sourpuss that nobody would do anything to you?” said Pinkie Pie.

Rarity glared, her elegant pony figure bobbing up and down, up and down over the big lever. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

Pinkie was still smiling her huge smile. “Oh, nothing, I just wondered if I need to teach you about partying in certain ways. Ways which Dashie is super good at. It’s okay if you’re not good at certain types of party, not everypony can be special!”

Rarity was seething. “I see… Pinkie, my personal affairs are none of your…”

“Oh, you have affairs? That’s wonderriffic and partytastic! Do you have affairs with stallions, or affairs with mares? Hey, that rhymes! Affairs with mares, affairs with mares!”

“I will have affairs with whoever I please!” snapped Rarity. “None of it is any of your business! I shall not be drawn further onto this subject!”

Pinkie seemed to perk up, seeing Rarity’s discomfiture. “Well, I have affairs with mares! I betcha didn’t know that. Because I bet you’re really uptight and boring in the sack and won’t even get dirty because you’re afraid you’ll get ooze on you. Am I right, am I?”

“I am NOT uptight…”

“Ooooh! Are you a loosey goosey, Rarity? Do you like have affairs with lots of really big stallions? Is that it? C’mon, you can tell me!”

Rarity shook her head. Her mane had come undone, and there was a savage look in her eye. “You have no idea. Literally no idea. Pinkie Pie, you are out of your depth and don’t even know it. Shut up, you can’t begin to imagine the wonders and terrors of Rarity. Hold your tongue!”

“Funny you should mention my tongue!” chirped Pinkie. “I can do stuff with it that would even satisfy a loosey goosey. It’s like when I eat whole cakes and stuff, but… in a PONEGINA.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“I cannot begin to imagine how sickening such a prospect would be,” hissed Rarity. She set her jaw, determined to be drawn no further. Her private taste for degradation and submission was no business of the demented pink pony’s.

“You’ve got no idea, sister! It’s way better than stallions. You probably never did anything really exciting. Boy, am I glad we got to have this party! One day we’ll get you straightened out. I bet you’re like totally depriving your ponegina of anything fun to do. Maybe you don’t even call it that. What do you call it? I bet you call it ponypussy. Ponypussy? Or ponegina? Ponypussy? Or ponegina? Pony…”

“Will you stop it? Stop it!”

“No way! It’s a party! When you keep repeating it, it just gets funnier and funnier. I’ll prove it, I know what would be the funniest thing!”

Pinkie took a deep breath, as Rarity glared at her from under lowered brows.

“Chimicherry…”

“AAAUUUUGGGGHHH!”

Rarity let out a horrible shriek, and flung herself forward over the still-moving lever, tackling Pinkie Pie and knocking her bodily off the handcar and into the desert sand. She pinned the pink pony to the ground, looming over her, body shaking, mane disheveled, blind with rage.

Pinkie grinned madly up at her, eyes too wide—and twitching.

“This is NOT a party!” raged Rarity. “It is anything but a party! It is a horrible, endless tedium, spent with the most annoying pony in Equestria, and it is the worst! Possible…”

Pinkie Pie snapped. Those too-wide eyes became pits of fury in an instant, and she struck out, smashing Rarity across the face, knocking her over, straddling her in turn and shrieking into her face from inches away.

“DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?!?”

Rarity squirmed, baring her teeth as Pinkie continued to rage.

“This has to be a party! It has to! Because otherwise I’m trapped in the desert with the most insufferable, fussy, pain in the ass unicorn that ever lived! Do you think for one moment that I can stand that? Do you think I can face the reality of grinding across hours of endless nowhere faced with you and the stuff you care about? You can’t even party because you’re afraid of soiling your precious mane! You are the UN-PARTY! I am going to get home to my fun friends, in the spirit of partying, and if you will not join me as a celebrant—I’M GONNA HAVE YOUR GUTS FOR STREAMERS!”

She seized Rarity’s mane in her teeth and with a wrench of her head, she yanked a ribbon of elegant purple hair out. Rarity went berserk—with a shriek, she did the same, biting at Pinkie’s clouds of fluffy mane and tearing away shreds and strands. They clubbed at each other with flailing forehooves, not even trying to escape, wholly dedicated to destruction as strong supple pony limbs thrashed and clung.

Pinkie snarled and twisted around, intending to also shred Rarity’s tail in the bargain, and the two wrestled, already drenched with clean fresh sweat from the handcart. She had trouble getting hold of the curls of Rarity’s tail, and then squealed as Rarity bit the inside of her leg, drawing blood—kicked and squealed again as Rarity turned and bit her curvaceous rump, and dove in to deliver payback in the form of a fierce bite on Rarity’s alabaster ass, which caused the unicorn to shudder and squeal.

Both worked-up ponies took a deep breath and lunged forward to seize each other’s tails and rip them out by the roots if necessary.

Both excited mares found themselves confronted with hot, steamy mare crotch, muscles rippling with the energy of the fight, the one pony aroused by the rough wrestling and horseplay and the physicality of the situation, the other pony turned on by how she was being dominated by her raging pink friend… and both of them bitten on the ass, stallion-style…

There was a moment of absolute silence.

A double squeal rang out, and Pinkie Pie and Rarity dove madly between each other’s legs, their pony natures springing into action and turning the savage physical violence into savage wanton lovemaking, their bodies shaking with relief as the strange, lewd, loving outlet for their energies presented itself.

Rarity sobbed as she thrust her face against Pinkie’s vagina. So dirty, so filthy, no pony had ever degraded her in such a way! And yet, the marehood wasn’t foul in the slightest, it was a cheery rosy pink and feverish under Rarity’s tongue, and instinctively the white unicorn found herself licking Pinkie’s swelling vulva, her dainty tongue tucking between labia, caressing every nub and fold.

Pinkie’s legs thrashed around Rarity’s head as pleasure transfixed her, but her attention was on her own prize, and her own gifts, presents that didn’t need to be wrapped. Except, in a sense they soon were wrapped, as Pinkie Pie’s outlandish, cartoony tongue extended out, pressing against the mind-meltingly lovely contours of Rarity’s elegant ponypussy, squeezing in eagerly to plunge its writhing bulk to her depths.

Rarity lost her mind, her body bucking in orgasm as the unexpected phallic tongue shoved up her. She’d expected a frenzy of filthy licking—instead, she delivered what she’d expected to receive, shoving her face against Pinkie’s vulva in a sobbing, moaning, shuddering outburst, suckling and licking everything she could reach, though she didn’t have the skill to match Pinkie’s tricks. Still, she stuck her tongue out as hard as she could, tucking it into the fevered, slick recesses of Pinkie’s quivering vagina.

Rarity’s voraciousness and unexpected capitulation was the tipping point for Pinkie Pie. She, in turn, expected to sate herself within the depths of Rarity’s snatch, and would’ve got off from that alone, and expected it—but she did not expect the once-elegant, now-frenzied unicorn to eat her out and rub that immaculately coiffed face between her legs, groaning and howling against her trembling mareparts in transports of passion.

Pinkie, deep down, wished nothing more than to deliver Rarity to heights of joy—something that had seemed utterly, insultingly impossible minutes before. So, when she felt Rarity’s body shudder, felt Rarity’s pussy clench quiverously against her writhing tongue, and especially when she felt unicorn lips and tongue run amok against her vulva and clitoris—first Pinkie’s eyes crossed, and then she squealed, trying to seal her mouth over Rarity’s vagina and use even her scream of ecstacy to deliver more pleasure to unicorn mareparts.

But what came as a complete surprise was Rarity’s reaction as Pinkie, coming her tail off, sprayed Rarity’s face with mare-ly ejaculation. Pinkie hadn’t had time to warn the pristine unicorn, and panicked for a moment as she felt her body go into those familiar spasms. Dashie loved playing messy that way, but surely she’d really blown it—yet she was in no position to misunderstand Rarity’s answer.

Rarity’s wails turned to guttural shrieks like Pinkie had never, ever heard, and her pussy went ballistic around Pinkie’s tongue, and her body convulsed like Dashie on a good night, which was amazing from a non-athlete pony—and as Pinkie shuddered and endured one final juicy spasm, Rarity passed out, stunned from coming too hard.

Pinkie panted, truly amazed. She tried to turn, but only fell over on the sand. Determined, she dragged herself around to look face-to-face at her obliterated unicorn friend.

“So… beautiful…” she managed. She kissed Rarity, who was still twitching. Then, tenderly, she began licking Rarity’s face—and head—and neck—cleaning her up, for she felt certain Rarity would wish her to do so, and she had no towels to dry or water to rinse with.

She blinked. “I guess… you got your drink after all, huh?”

Rarity groaned feebly. “I heard that… oh, you miraculous creature, how can you possibly do what you do?”

Pinkie’s eyes glowed. “Takes one to know one! Oh, Rarity, you are the best pony who ever ponied!”

Rarity was drawing deep, shivery breaths, allowing Pinkie to keep licking her until, satisfied with the feel of her skin, she gently coaxed the other mare’s attentions away. Pinkie understood this, and for a moment, they just gazed acceptingly into each others’ eyes, in the coolness of an overhanging shadow.

Two ponies blinked. Two ponies, slowly, looked up.

The hand-car loomed. The big two-sided lever awaited.

Two pony faces fell.

Pinkie struggled to her hooves, and helped Rarity to hers, supporting her when she wobbled—the formerly elegant unicorn reeled, unable to stand at first, so complete was her sexual exhaustion. Her friend was there to help, earth pony stamina coming into play as she lifted Rarity up onto the handcart, and unsteadily mounted it herself.

Before they began to get it moving, they came together in a hug and clung tightly to each other, sharing the look of two ponies who had been through a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

They kissed, lingeringly. Rarity’s eyes gleamed with secret glee. Pinkie’s grin threatened to extend beyond her actual face.

“We will never speak of this again,” smirked Rarity, with the wickedest of grins.

Pinkie smiled back. “Who would even believe us?” she said.

And, with generous amounts of earth pony muscle, helped wholeheartedly by the unreserved effort of a weary but determined unicorn, the handcar began to roll faster and faster towards far-off Ponyville.

Eventually, in the distance, voices could be heard again—first just Rarity’s, and then joined delightedly by Pinkie’s.

“Chimicherry! Cherrychanga! Ponypussy! Ponegina!”

And then there was just laughter and the squeaking of the handcart, fading away over the horizon.