Sixty Minutes Clopby kitsChaptersClouds Make Lousy WallsBest of FiveSometimes it's just really fun to be scared.Clouds Make Lousy WallsPrompt 1: Fluttershy Watches (Note: This is a sequel/follow up to Bonds of Earth and Sky) Fluttershy thought about turning back for the hundredth time; her wings nearly snapped to her side as the thought crossed into her mind. She shook her head and summoned all of her willpower to keep from falling out of the sky. She had to talk to Rainbow Dash about pleasing earth ponies. It wasn't fair to Applejack that she continue at her current level of skill. Summoning an image of Applejack writhing in bliss as she used a new technique, Fluttershy forced herself all the way up to the cloud home her oldest friend had finished rebuilding. Standing outside of the fluffy white curtain that served as a door, waves of doubt once again assaulted her. "You can do this, Fluttershy," she coached herself. Ever since that night in Applejack's barn, she'd been far more at ease with sex. But being at ease and asking a friend for advice on how to drive your mare wild were two very different things. Her hoof trembled as she brought it up to knock against the cloud. As it began to descend she heard something. "Oh Celestia, Dashie!" Pinkie's cry was hardly muffled by the airy walls of her girlfriend's home. A giggle followed by a high pitched moan that skirted the line between sensual and painful followed. Fluttershy's coat turned bright red and her wings shot out to their full span as she realized what was happening. Her first instincts were to flee and pretend today's events had never been witnessed. Only two things stopped her: one, her desire to make Applejack moan like that; and two, the thought of being able to secretly observe two of her friends having sex. Last time, in Applejack's barn, had been special. She had never felt so close, so accepted by her friends. It was there she had confessed that having Pinkie and Dash watch her and AJ had turned her on more than anything else ever had. Judging by the heat she now felt between her legs and the way the wind was cooling her now-damp, inner thighs, the opposite was true as well. She debated with herself. The part of her that was inclined to be embarrassed by anything that made her different warred against her libido. An image of a rainbow colored tail flicking into sight through her bedroom window decided it for her. If Pinkie and Dash could spy on her and AJ, even if she knew they did it because she liked it, then she could spy on them. Rationalization firmly in place, she listened closer, trying to determine where the two ponies were... having relations. From the sound of things they were in the middle of Dash's living room. Fluttering over to one of the many windows, Fluttershy parted the curtain ever so slightly and peeked in. Splayed out before her was Pinkie Pie. The mare's front legs fastened together using what looked like thick strands of red licorice. She was on her back, her head facing away from Fluttershy. The ragged end of yet more candy-cord lay loosely wrapped around her neck and head, a red stain on her lips the only remaining signs she had been gagged. Her rear legs were thrown wide, a sturdy, shiny white and red rod forcing them apart and displaying Pinkie's arousal for all to see. Rainbow Dash was next to the trussed up earth pony, nibbling on an ear and stroking the trio of balloons with a rear hoof while her front one rubbed Pinkie's belly. As she watched, the blue hoof dipped down to run right along the side of Pinkie's slit and brush her inner thigh, drawing another moan and causing Pinkie's marehood to wink. Fluttershy nearly fell out of the sky; whether from the stiffness of her wings or the unexpected eroticism of the moment, she couldn't say. The heat between her legs was quite definitely burning hotter. She had the feeling if she looked, she would see her coat matted down with her own juices. But she couldn't leave, not now. She was far too turned on. Forcing the thought of learning to make AJ moan like that into her head, she formed a small ledge under the sill. Secured against the betrayal of her own wings, she peeked again just as Pinkie's voice whined a cracked, "Dashie!" Rainbow had pushed Pinkie onto her side, and was lying behind the mare. Her head bobbed slightly. Planted in Pinkie's crotch, she was finally giving the pink mare what she had been teasing her with earlier. Pinkie's face contorted, her mouth opened and her eyes shut as Dash stroked her wing tips down Pinkie's flank and circled a tip just over her cutie-mark. Pinkie Pie was heaving with exertion, her brow coated in sweet and much of her chest seemed damp as well. Dash's head leaned in. A second later Pinkie's eyes shot wide open and her mouth formed into an "O". Her rear legs quivered and spasmed, trying to close around the back of Rainbow's head, but the candy-cane spreader held. Fluttershy gave a breathless gasp of her own as her hoof made contact with her aching heat. She bit her lip, stifling the gasp. Dash's head moved forward and back and Fluttershy imagined that tongue probing and lapping into Pinkie's need. Her hoof was soaked by now, and a cool breeze reminded her that, while clouds were not the most soundproof of shelters, they were still a far cry from masturbating in the open. The reminder did nothing to cool her aching fire. Fluttershy continued to grind her hoof against her sex as Dash pulled her head back. The pegasus pressed into Pinkie's crotch with a hoof as she took that pink tail in her mouth and yanked. The squeal from Pinkie would have alarmed Fluttershy had it not contained a half-formed "Rainbow Dash!" Dash yanked the tail again and then pinned it under her foreleg, fully exposing Pinkie's swollen marehood and pert anus. Pinkie made a high pitched whining sound as Rainbow blew lightly against her. Laughing a bit, Dash flicked her tail over Pinkie's nose and it was obligingly grasped in Pinkie's mouth. Rainbow whispered something that Fluttershy couldn't make out, but it caused the earth pony to wriggle and moan around the rainbow tresses. Fluttershy nearly drew blood biting back her own squeals as Dash's tongue flicked out and pressed against Pinkie's ass. But that's so dirty! Either Pinkie didn't think so or she didn't care. Her entire body bucked as she whinnied around the tail in her mouth. Rainbow wasn't phased and wrapped her remaining legs around the pink mare as her tongue once again pressed into Pinkie's asshole. She could just make out Pinkie's pussy winking madly as Dash's tongue wriggled around in her rear. The squeals and moans were nearly constant as Dash assaulted her anus. The candy bar began to bend ominously as her thighs spasmed and shivered. Fluttershy felt embarrassed as her own hoof snaked further back to massage her own tail hole. Could it really be that good? The low, guttural moan she emitted as the tip of her hoof worked its way in answered her question. Having nothing else to bite, she took ahold of the curtain in front of her, forgetting all about being quiet. Her other hoof began pressing against her nub as she wiggled the one in her ass. Stars and flashes of orange and tan flashed through her mind. She wasn't on a cloud anymore. She was in her bedroom, and Applejack was massaging both of her openings. Her entire body burned; her heaving chest worked overtime but she was still breathless. Her body tightened, clamping down on the tips of both hooves she screamed as she came. She fell completely relaxed into the fluffy exterior of Dash's cloud home. She didn't know how long she lay there, bathing in the afterglow. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours. Slowly, her mind began to work through the haze of endorphins. The first thing she noticed was that she wasn't outside. The second, was that she there were four eyes peering at her from no more than an inch or two away. One pair of blue and one of red. Her own eyes shot open wide and the last vestiges of her hazy comfort fled. Pinkie Pie, her mane matted to the side of her head still, and Rainbow Dash, semicircle teeth marks marring her neck, ear, and cheek, were both leering at her. "Heh. Nice one 'Shy," Dash said, nuzzling her. "I didn't realize you liked to watch too." "Oh, I–" she stuttered. "Silly-billy!" Pinkie nuzzled her other cheek. "If you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask!" She tried to hide behind her mane, but it had been pulled back and tied loosely in a ponytail, denying her a hiding place. Her eyes opened wider in panic. "Or did you want to join in too?" Dash whispered. The tension drained out of her body as Dash kissed her on the cheek. "Oh that would be super fun!" Pinkie agreed and then moved to mirror Dash and kiss her other check. She had never been one for being assertive. She had never been one to make the big, bold moves. But doing so had won her Applejack. She twisted her head and met Pinkie's lips with her own, forcing her tongue into the earth pony's mouth. "I'd love to," she said. "But..." she paused, a worried look crossing her face. "Can Applejack come too?" Dash and Pinkie glanced at each other. Identical smiles stretched out onto their faces as they turned to face her again. "Can AJ come?" Dash asked, smirking even wider. "I think that's kinda the point, Fluttershy." Best of FivePrompt 2: Multiplayer "Hmm," Twilight's eyes broke away from Pinkie's as she rolled them up in contemplation. "Is it bigger than a pony?" Her eyes closed and she gasped slightly as Pinkie nipped her neck. She tilted her head back, giving the pink bundle of happiness easier access to the the spot just under her jaw. "Nope!" chirped the pink mare from under her chin, before her teeth brushed Twilight's skin, just enough to be felt. Twilight shifted slightly, trying to press her neck into the nip. She wanted Pinkie to bite her, but she had next to no leverage. Pinkie lay atop her, pinning her in place as she continued to tease. Twilight's forelegs were pinned between their chests and her hooves rested just above her nipples, separated from each other only by a long smooth shaft. It would take no effort at all to push them further down and stimulate herself, but she didn't want that. She wanted Pinkie. As she tried again to prompt Pinkie into playing rougher, she felt the strapon rub against her belly. She didn't know how many toys Pinkie had, but they hadn't used the same one twice. Compared to many of the others, this was almost mundane. It wasn't candy flavored and it didn't twist wildly. It didn't sparkle or glow in the dark or even have a separate tip to stimulate her in other places. It played no songs and it didn't need batteries. As a seemingly sole concession to its owner, it was pink. "Pinkie!" she protested as the other mare's lips left her neck. Further protests were stifled as cotton candy flavored lips were pressed against hers. "Mmfph!" Giggling, Pinkie Pie broke the kiss, and pressed her nose into Twilight's. "Come on, Smarty McSexypants!" Pinkie's eyes narrowed as she shot Twilight a smoldering look of passion. "You're not the only pony banking on a win here," she whispered. "Um." Twilight's eyes locked with Pinkie's and it became very hard to think of anything that wasn't blue. "Is it something you can buy?" Pinkie ducked her head down, stuck her tongue out, and licked Twilight's chest. Twilight bit her lip and stifled another groan as she felt Pinkie's impossibly wide tongue pull against the grain of her coat. She gasped as the tongue continued all the way up her neck, along her jaw and muzzle, before stopping at her ear and giving it the lightest of nips. She was panting now. "Nope!" She beamed at Twilight as she rocked her hips, rubbing the toy between them. "That's seven!" Seven down, thirteen to go. It seemed an impossibly far away goal. She knew that if she didn't guess, she'd have to work through all twenty questions before Pinkie would claim her forfeit. If she did guess, she'd get to demand something from Pinkie. It didn't make much of a difference who won. It was just an extra eternity spent waiting. "Is it"-- the bulge where the toy connected to Pinkie's harness brushed against her nub, ever so lightly-- "Ahh! Is it a globe?" she hurried, flexing her hips, trying to make contact again. "Oooh, sneaky!" Pinkie giggled again, pushing herself off of Twilight. "But wrong again!" She bent down to nip at Twilight's exposed belly, trailing little nips and licks all the way back up to Twilight's muzzle. Desperate to get the game over with, Twilight thought as hard as she could. She considered their past games, the clues she had, Pinkie's general lateral style of thinking: she had to finish soon. Every time Pinkie's lips brushed against her muzzle, her thoughts were scattered. Every time that curly mane brushed against her coat, she lost her train of thought. Her brow furrowed as she tried to block all this out. Her mouth opened in a gasp as Pinkie's bit her. "Careful Twilight. You wouldn't want to cum your brains out!" Pinkie giggled. "Then you'd never win." Pinkie drew her hips back, sliding the shaft along her lower lips. Twilight spluttered as she shook with both mirth and pure need. "P-Pinkie!" she whined. Lips pressed against hers again, and a tongue forced its way inside her mouth. She wrapped her own around the intruder, seeking to pull Pinkie deeper into the kiss. There was more than one way to win at this game. Baiting Pinkie into forgetting was just as good as guessing. She heaved and panted as Pinkie withdrew. Cracking her eyes open, she saw Pinkie's own dazed gaze. The other mare's mouth was open as she took in large lungfuls of air. Despite her pink coat, Twilight could see that her lover's cheeks were flushed. "You've got"--Pinkie paused to take a shallow breath--"twelve more Twilight." "Is it organic?" the words shot out without her even thinking. Pinkie's face contorted as she choked on her own laughter. "I'll say!" she forced out, before bending forward and lifting Twilight's head to plant a kiss right on the base of her horn. "It's definitely orgasmic!" "Ah!" Twilight tried to correct Pinkie Pie. Instead, she threw her legs around the other mare as Pinkie began to run her tongue up the length of her horn, wrapping the muscle around it entirely and coating every inch of it with her warmth. "O-organic! Not orgasmic!" she forced out. If Pinkie replied, she didn't hear it. The mares hips had rocked back enough that the tip of her toy was now pressing against her wet entrance. She bucked her hips and screamed when Pinkie maneuvered the strapon out of the way. "Pinkie! I almost--" And then her world exploded. Pinkie had reached the very tip of her horn and ran her teeth along the top. Each tooth bumped against her horn, sending jolts of pleasure directly into her brain. "Hurry, Twilight," gasped Pinkie. "Is it a plant, is it a pot, is it a cupcake, is it a map!" Twilight rattled off nonsensical questions as fast as she could dredge up nouns. She was interrupted when Pinkie suddenly thrust forward, driving her strapon to its hilt inside of her. At the same time, she drove her head down, taking the length of her horn. Twilight spluttered and babbled unintelligibly. She could feel every inch of the smooth shaft buried inside of her; she could feel her horn brush against the back of Pinkie's throat. Heat began to build between her legs and in her head. Pinkie drew back her hips, and Twilight's walls clutched at the shaft, seeking to prevent it from leaving. As she thrust forward, forcing the toy inside again, she drew her mouth up the length of Twilight's horn. Thrusting forward with her head, she drew the strapon back out. Twilight clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth against the overload of pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire. Were her eyes open, she would have seen a magenta glow surrounding the both of them. Pinkie's warm mouth sliding up and down her horn and the strapon thrusting inside of her drove the last bits of restraint from her mind. She grasped Pinkie with her magic, her legs wouldn't respond anymore. Pushing the mare's head down against her own she began to explore every inch of the mare. Her magic ran over Pinkie's ears, it pinched and nipped the back of her neck, it yanked her tail to the side. She struggled to form her magic into a replica of her favorite toy. The field wouldn't hold and Twilight gave up as Pinkie swallowed, her throat constricting around the last tip of her horn. She blindly drove twin amorphous blobs of magic into Pinkie Pie. A small part of her mind that could not give up analyzing quailed as she filled both of Pinkie's openings. A moan sent vibrations down her horn directly into her brain and washed the voice away in a tidal fury of need. Deeper she drove, her magic expanding and contracting to fit themselves to the mare. Pinkie moaned around her horn, drool escaping her lips to run down Twilight's forehead. The pressure and heat building in her loins and skull were becoming unbearable. There was something she needed to do. Summoning her will, she opened her mouth. "P-Pinkie!" she cried. "I'm going to--" she gasped-- "going to..." Pinkie clamped her jaw around the base of Twilight's horn and sucked. It was too much for Twilight. her entire body spasmed as she came. Sparks and bits of magic shot from her horn, shining through Pinkie cheeks casting a pink light over the entire room. Fluid gushed out of her, running down her thighs and tickling her tail. Her magic writhed and spasmed within Pinkie. Twilight felt hot fluid wet the tops of her legs as Pinkie ripped her mouth away from Twilight's still glowing horn to scream in ecstacy, small motes of light dripping down her chin. Pinkie collapsed on top of her again and Twilight weakly draped her legs around the other mare. After a blissful eternity spent holding each other's warm bodies, Pinkie nuzzled her, turning her chin upwards. Lips stained with every color of the rainbow and tasting of static and melted sugar pressed into hers. "You lost, Twilight," Pinkie whispered, waggling her eyebrows. "I did?" "Mmm hmm" Twilight half closed her eyes and kissed Pinkie's nose. "Best of seven?" Sometimes it's just really fun to be scared.(I ran over a bit. This one needs around 6k words more to make it really work. I may have to rewrite it in full someday.) Rainbow Dash paced back and forth in her cluttered living room. Her brow was furrowed in thought as she muttered to herself. "No, we did that last Tuesday. No, that was Pinkie's next idea. No, we need Twilight for that one, and she's gone until the weekend." It was her day to pick the new activity she and Pinkie would be trying out that night. When they'd started this idea, a season where everyday they explored some new kink or fetish, Dash had been stoked. There were so many things she wanted to try, so many ways she wanted to bring Pinkie to screaming orgasms. It had been so amazingly worth every bruise and rope burn, the trips to the spa to get something out of her coat, and even the day she'd only be able to taste peppermint. But now, she was at an impasse. She had worked, and been worked, through every one of her fantasies, except one. It wasn't just because it was weird; they had done so many things to each other, Dash wasn't even sure if they could creep each other out anymore. No, it was dangerous, plain and simple. Even with Equestria's best and fastest flyer around, having sex on a cloud with a non-pegasus and no magic was a recipe for disaster. And she was making herself wet just thinking about it. "Oh, Dashie!" Pinkie's legs circled around her and squeezed tighter. Soft puffs of breath warmed Dash's neck as Pinkie buried her face, forgetting even to bite. The earth pony shook and trembled, partly from fear, not that Dash would let anything happen to her, and partly because the next bead was slowly stretching her ass open as Dash pulled on the strand. "Rainbow!" Pinkie yelled, convulsing. Dash could feel her own excitement mounting as Pinkie began to squeak and buck against her. The feeling of being in charge mixed with the rust Pinkie placed in her and the warm fluid that was suddenly running down her belly, set her off too. She locked lips with Pinkie, closing her eyes and letting her pleasure overtake her. Cold. She was cold. Something was missing. Blinking open weary eyes, she saw she was alone. "Pinkie?" she called. There was nowhere— "PINKIE!" Dash shook her head, flinging the daydream-turned-nightmare from her mind. She couldn't escape it. Her imaginings always played out in the same way; everything going perfectly, and then she relaxed, she let down her guard and Pinkie Pie paid. "Hey Dashie! Hey Dashie!" A high pitched voice carried up from below. Rainbow Dash paled slightly. She was out of time and she had nothing planned, nothing picked out. She weighed her options: running and hiding were out and... That was it. She had no choice but to tell Pinkie she'd failed. Rainbow Dash dropped through the bottom of her home and made a beeline for her girlfriend. With downcast eyes and a worried frown, she landed. "Hey, Pinkie, listen I–" She didn't get a chance to finish before Pinkie gave a squeal of delight and pounced oh her, toppling her over onto her back. Form her position under Pinkie, Dash started to protest, but the other mare shoved something slick and rubbery into her mouth. Pinkie kissed her around the ball gag as her eyes shot open in surprise. "I know it was supposed to be your turn Dashie, but I really, really, really, really wanted to surprise you," Pinkie said. "Um, in public." Pinkie's eyes pleaded with her and she was biting the corner of her lip. Dash's eyes widened again as she felt something hot splatter on her belly. Breaking her eyes away from Pinkie's, she looked between the two of them. Pinkie was wet—sopping wet. And she could smell Pinkie from here, even over her own leftover dream-lust. Dash had never seen her so excited without even foreplay before. Pinkie wanted to surprise her? Right here? What if somepony saw? Dash knew that what they did was no secret—not a single pony in town could have missed the subtext that party—but none of them knew specifics. Or had heard that girly squeak she made when Pinkie slipped something into her ass, or the moans she made when Pinkie used the crop while mounting her, or had seen her tied to a bed post while whipped cream was slowly licked off of her thighs. Dash would never deny being completely, totally, and madly in love with this mare, but would she risk others seeing just how smitten she was? What would ponies think of her after this? Another hot drip on her midsection reminded her that there was more at stake here than just her reputation. Pinkie Pie was waiting for an answer. A sudden thought slammed into her mind. This was Pinkie's cloud-sex. The thing she felt so very nervous bringing to her partner. "Um Dashie?" Pinkie's voice trembled a little and an alien expression cast it's shadow over her face. "Can you say—" Her wings snapped open, pressing at the wrong angle against the ground, and propelled her into Pinkie. She shoved her muzzle against the other mare's, desperately trying to kiss her, to taste her. Allowing her head to fall back a bit, Rainbow half close her eyes and she brought a rear leg up between Pinkie's and rubbed it against her swollen marehood. Pinkie's juices instantly slicking down her coat. Pinkie gasped at the sudden, unexpected onslaught before seeming to deflate with a drawn out moan. Dash felt Pinkie's lips winking against her leg and then the warmth was gone. Pinkie nuzzled her cheek. "Oh my gosh that was amazing!" Pinkie chirped and then licked her on the nose. "But I can't finish just yet!" Pinkie's hooves trembled as she pulled a pair of cuffs out of her bag. She glanced down at Dash, suppressing her desire for a moment. Meeting her blue eyes and feeling her own excitement rise in sympathy with her lover's, Dash nodded once. Pinkie became a whirlwind as she fastened the cuffs to Dash's legs and staked her out prone. A pair of blinders went on next, limiting her view to only what was in front of her. Her wings weren't hobbled in any way, which surprised her. Dash didn't have long to think about that before Pinkie's rear end bobbed into view and she felt Pinkie's tongue press against her lower lips. She tried to look, seeing Pinkie eating her out was always drove her wild, but with her legs pinned above her head, she couldn't quite bend enough to see. She yelped through her gag as Pinkie nipped her inner thigh. "Be careful, Dashie." Pinkie giggles into her sex. "Somepony might hear you," she whispered, before burying her muzzle between Dash's lips and burrowing her tongue deep into Rainbow. She was short of breath. Breathing through her nose was not satisfying her body's needs as she flexed and tried to grind her crotch into Pinkie's muzzle. Pinkie lowered her own rear down towards Dash's face, coating her chin and muzzle with fluid. The pegasus darted towards it, desperate to taste her. The binds rooting her to the ground conspired to hold her mere inches from Pinkie. She stretched her tongue out, straining to taste some part of this mare. Pinkie groaned as her tongue brushed her swollen lips. The earth pony's knees buckled and Dash was rewarded as her own muzzle was buried in Pinkie's pie. Fluids flowed down around her as she parted Pinkie's lips and drove her tongue deep inside. Pinkie's muffled squeals sent shivers down her spine. Though the mare had joked about Rainbow getting them caught, she was not trying to give them away. The amount of self control required was not quite lost on Dash, and she felt her own lust grow as she realized the lengths Pinkie was going to avoid embarrassing her. A crack, barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears made Dash's eyes shoot open. With the blinders on she couldn't see out of the sides and forward, her only view was Pinkie's ass and tail. Another soft thump, a hoof beat. Somepony was coming. She had to get away! She had to– Pinkie moaned and began to shake. She had to finish Pinkie Pie off and make this whole thing worth it. Dash pulled her muzzle out of Pinkie's marehood and gave the puffy lips a long lick, from bottom to top. She keep going, trailing her tongue across Pinkie's puckered sphincter, pressing the tip in slightly, and up right to the base of her tail. Taking that in her mouth, she gave a hard yank. Pinkie collapsed entirely. Driving the air out of Dash. Finally able to see something other than pink, Dash rolled her head around, looking for any sign of the pony. With any luck, she had been wrong. "Um," a voice from her left softly whispered. Goosebumps traveled up Dash's neck as she felt her face flushing red in embarrassment. Craning her neck to the side, Dash's gaze rested on Fluttershy. The other pegasus was crotched down. A hoof hide her eyes, or rather, hid the sight of Dash and Pinkie from her eyes, but Rainbow could see teal irises peeking out from under it. The yellow mare's wings were flared "I'm sorry," Fluttershy squeaked. "Mrphf!" Dash said. The fact that it was one of her friends made this easier. Dealing with not being the coolest pony with them, she could handle. What she couldn't deal with, was a week of awkward glances and Fluttershy avoiding her. "Mpiffle!" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Fluttershy squeaked again. It was then that Dash noticed that, while one foreleg hid her face from Rainbow, the other had snaked down between her legs and was vigorously rubbing. "I'm sorry!" a final, drawn out squeak, a shudder and then Fluttershy slumped into the earth. Great. Now I'm stuck here. "Okay," Dash said, looking up into Pinkie's eyes. "You've got the balloons?" "Yeppers!" Pinkie saluted her. The action caused the mare to tilt to the left and she had thrown her legs around Rainbow and squeeze to keep from toppling over. Dash smiled, feeling the heat between her haunches increase. Fluid ran around her tail and into the cloud she was reclining on. Or at least, she imagined it did. Licking her lips and trying to slow her beating heart, she schooled her face. "And you're sure they'll carry you?" "Yes-sir-ie!" Pinkie smiled at her. "You worry too much," she added. Dash leered at Pinkie as she reached behind the mare to insert the first bead. Pinkie's eyes closed and her mouth dropped open, giving Dash the perfect opportunity for a kiss. The balloons had been Pinkie's solution. Sure, it took some of the danger away, but she had learned the value of compromise. "Does that feel good?" Fluttershy asked from her perch above the two of them. "Oh boy does it!" Pinkie chirped, throwing her forelegs out wide. "Why I— Whoa!" She pin-wheeled her legs before landing back on Dash with a thump. "Maybe I should hang on?" Dash grinned as Pinkie took a nervous look over her shoulder and swallowed. "Can... Can I try next?"
Clouds Make Lousy WallsPrompt 1: Fluttershy Watches (Note: This is a sequel/follow up to Bonds of Earth and Sky) Fluttershy thought about turning back for the hundredth time; her wings nearly snapped to her side as the thought crossed into her mind. She shook her head and summoned all of her willpower to keep from falling out of the sky. She had to talk to Rainbow Dash about pleasing earth ponies. It wasn't fair to Applejack that she continue at her current level of skill. Summoning an image of Applejack writhing in bliss as she used a new technique, Fluttershy forced herself all the way up to the cloud home her oldest friend had finished rebuilding. Standing outside of the fluffy white curtain that served as a door, waves of doubt once again assaulted her. "You can do this, Fluttershy," she coached herself. Ever since that night in Applejack's barn, she'd been far more at ease with sex. But being at ease and asking a friend for advice on how to drive your mare wild were two very different things. Her hoof trembled as she brought it up to knock against the cloud. As it began to descend she heard something. "Oh Celestia, Dashie!" Pinkie's cry was hardly muffled by the airy walls of her girlfriend's home. A giggle followed by a high pitched moan that skirted the line between sensual and painful followed. Fluttershy's coat turned bright red and her wings shot out to their full span as she realized what was happening. Her first instincts were to flee and pretend today's events had never been witnessed. Only two things stopped her: one, her desire to make Applejack moan like that; and two, the thought of being able to secretly observe two of her friends having sex. Last time, in Applejack's barn, had been special. She had never felt so close, so accepted by her friends. It was there she had confessed that having Pinkie and Dash watch her and AJ had turned her on more than anything else ever had. Judging by the heat she now felt between her legs and the way the wind was cooling her now-damp, inner thighs, the opposite was true as well. She debated with herself. The part of her that was inclined to be embarrassed by anything that made her different warred against her libido. An image of a rainbow colored tail flicking into sight through her bedroom window decided it for her. If Pinkie and Dash could spy on her and AJ, even if she knew they did it because she liked it, then she could spy on them. Rationalization firmly in place, she listened closer, trying to determine where the two ponies were... having relations. From the sound of things they were in the middle of Dash's living room. Fluttering over to one of the many windows, Fluttershy parted the curtain ever so slightly and peeked in. Splayed out before her was Pinkie Pie. The mare's front legs fastened together using what looked like thick strands of red licorice. She was on her back, her head facing away from Fluttershy. The ragged end of yet more candy-cord lay loosely wrapped around her neck and head, a red stain on her lips the only remaining signs she had been gagged. Her rear legs were thrown wide, a sturdy, shiny white and red rod forcing them apart and displaying Pinkie's arousal for all to see. Rainbow Dash was next to the trussed up earth pony, nibbling on an ear and stroking the trio of balloons with a rear hoof while her front one rubbed Pinkie's belly. As she watched, the blue hoof dipped down to run right along the side of Pinkie's slit and brush her inner thigh, drawing another moan and causing Pinkie's marehood to wink. Fluttershy nearly fell out of the sky; whether from the stiffness of her wings or the unexpected eroticism of the moment, she couldn't say. The heat between her legs was quite definitely burning hotter. She had the feeling if she looked, she would see her coat matted down with her own juices. But she couldn't leave, not now. She was far too turned on. Forcing the thought of learning to make AJ moan like that into her head, she formed a small ledge under the sill. Secured against the betrayal of her own wings, she peeked again just as Pinkie's voice whined a cracked, "Dashie!" Rainbow had pushed Pinkie onto her side, and was lying behind the mare. Her head bobbed slightly. Planted in Pinkie's crotch, she was finally giving the pink mare what she had been teasing her with earlier. Pinkie's face contorted, her mouth opened and her eyes shut as Dash stroked her wing tips down Pinkie's flank and circled a tip just over her cutie-mark. Pinkie Pie was heaving with exertion, her brow coated in sweet and much of her chest seemed damp as well. Dash's head leaned in. A second later Pinkie's eyes shot wide open and her mouth formed into an "O". Her rear legs quivered and spasmed, trying to close around the back of Rainbow's head, but the candy-cane spreader held. Fluttershy gave a breathless gasp of her own as her hoof made contact with her aching heat. She bit her lip, stifling the gasp. Dash's head moved forward and back and Fluttershy imagined that tongue probing and lapping into Pinkie's need. Her hoof was soaked by now, and a cool breeze reminded her that, while clouds were not the most soundproof of shelters, they were still a far cry from masturbating in the open. The reminder did nothing to cool her aching fire. Fluttershy continued to grind her hoof against her sex as Dash pulled her head back. The pegasus pressed into Pinkie's crotch with a hoof as she took that pink tail in her mouth and yanked. The squeal from Pinkie would have alarmed Fluttershy had it not contained a half-formed "Rainbow Dash!" Dash yanked the tail again and then pinned it under her foreleg, fully exposing Pinkie's swollen marehood and pert anus. Pinkie made a high pitched whining sound as Rainbow blew lightly against her. Laughing a bit, Dash flicked her tail over Pinkie's nose and it was obligingly grasped in Pinkie's mouth. Rainbow whispered something that Fluttershy couldn't make out, but it caused the earth pony to wriggle and moan around the rainbow tresses. Fluttershy nearly drew blood biting back her own squeals as Dash's tongue flicked out and pressed against Pinkie's ass. But that's so dirty! Either Pinkie didn't think so or she didn't care. Her entire body bucked as she whinnied around the tail in her mouth. Rainbow wasn't phased and wrapped her remaining legs around the pink mare as her tongue once again pressed into Pinkie's asshole. She could just make out Pinkie's pussy winking madly as Dash's tongue wriggled around in her rear. The squeals and moans were nearly constant as Dash assaulted her anus. The candy bar began to bend ominously as her thighs spasmed and shivered. Fluttershy felt embarrassed as her own hoof snaked further back to massage her own tail hole. Could it really be that good? The low, guttural moan she emitted as the tip of her hoof worked its way in answered her question. Having nothing else to bite, she took ahold of the curtain in front of her, forgetting all about being quiet. Her other hoof began pressing against her nub as she wiggled the one in her ass. Stars and flashes of orange and tan flashed through her mind. She wasn't on a cloud anymore. She was in her bedroom, and Applejack was massaging both of her openings. Her entire body burned; her heaving chest worked overtime but she was still breathless. Her body tightened, clamping down on the tips of both hooves she screamed as she came. She fell completely relaxed into the fluffy exterior of Dash's cloud home. She didn't know how long she lay there, bathing in the afterglow. It could have been five minutes, it could have been five hours. Slowly, her mind began to work through the haze of endorphins. The first thing she noticed was that she wasn't outside. The second, was that she there were four eyes peering at her from no more than an inch or two away. One pair of blue and one of red. Her own eyes shot open wide and the last vestiges of her hazy comfort fled. Pinkie Pie, her mane matted to the side of her head still, and Rainbow Dash, semicircle teeth marks marring her neck, ear, and cheek, were both leering at her. "Heh. Nice one 'Shy," Dash said, nuzzling her. "I didn't realize you liked to watch too." "Oh, I–" she stuttered. "Silly-billy!" Pinkie nuzzled her other cheek. "If you wanted a show, all you had to do was ask!" She tried to hide behind her mane, but it had been pulled back and tied loosely in a ponytail, denying her a hiding place. Her eyes opened wider in panic. "Or did you want to join in too?" Dash whispered. The tension drained out of her body as Dash kissed her on the cheek. "Oh that would be super fun!" Pinkie agreed and then moved to mirror Dash and kiss her other check. She had never been one for being assertive. She had never been one to make the big, bold moves. But doing so had won her Applejack. She twisted her head and met Pinkie's lips with her own, forcing her tongue into the earth pony's mouth. "I'd love to," she said. "But..." she paused, a worried look crossing her face. "Can Applejack come too?" Dash and Pinkie glanced at each other. Identical smiles stretched out onto their faces as they turned to face her again. "Can AJ come?" Dash asked, smirking even wider. "I think that's kinda the point, Fluttershy."
Best of FivePrompt 2: Multiplayer "Hmm," Twilight's eyes broke away from Pinkie's as she rolled them up in contemplation. "Is it bigger than a pony?" Her eyes closed and she gasped slightly as Pinkie nipped her neck. She tilted her head back, giving the pink bundle of happiness easier access to the the spot just under her jaw. "Nope!" chirped the pink mare from under her chin, before her teeth brushed Twilight's skin, just enough to be felt. Twilight shifted slightly, trying to press her neck into the nip. She wanted Pinkie to bite her, but she had next to no leverage. Pinkie lay atop her, pinning her in place as she continued to tease. Twilight's forelegs were pinned between their chests and her hooves rested just above her nipples, separated from each other only by a long smooth shaft. It would take no effort at all to push them further down and stimulate herself, but she didn't want that. She wanted Pinkie. As she tried again to prompt Pinkie into playing rougher, she felt the strapon rub against her belly. She didn't know how many toys Pinkie had, but they hadn't used the same one twice. Compared to many of the others, this was almost mundane. It wasn't candy flavored and it didn't twist wildly. It didn't sparkle or glow in the dark or even have a separate tip to stimulate her in other places. It played no songs and it didn't need batteries. As a seemingly sole concession to its owner, it was pink. "Pinkie!" she protested as the other mare's lips left her neck. Further protests were stifled as cotton candy flavored lips were pressed against hers. "Mmfph!" Giggling, Pinkie Pie broke the kiss, and pressed her nose into Twilight's. "Come on, Smarty McSexypants!" Pinkie's eyes narrowed as she shot Twilight a smoldering look of passion. "You're not the only pony banking on a win here," she whispered. "Um." Twilight's eyes locked with Pinkie's and it became very hard to think of anything that wasn't blue. "Is it something you can buy?" Pinkie ducked her head down, stuck her tongue out, and licked Twilight's chest. Twilight bit her lip and stifled another groan as she felt Pinkie's impossibly wide tongue pull against the grain of her coat. She gasped as the tongue continued all the way up her neck, along her jaw and muzzle, before stopping at her ear and giving it the lightest of nips. She was panting now. "Nope!" She beamed at Twilight as she rocked her hips, rubbing the toy between them. "That's seven!" Seven down, thirteen to go. It seemed an impossibly far away goal. She knew that if she didn't guess, she'd have to work through all twenty questions before Pinkie would claim her forfeit. If she did guess, she'd get to demand something from Pinkie. It didn't make much of a difference who won. It was just an extra eternity spent waiting. "Is it"-- the bulge where the toy connected to Pinkie's harness brushed against her nub, ever so lightly-- "Ahh! Is it a globe?" she hurried, flexing her hips, trying to make contact again. "Oooh, sneaky!" Pinkie giggled again, pushing herself off of Twilight. "But wrong again!" She bent down to nip at Twilight's exposed belly, trailing little nips and licks all the way back up to Twilight's muzzle. Desperate to get the game over with, Twilight thought as hard as she could. She considered their past games, the clues she had, Pinkie's general lateral style of thinking: she had to finish soon. Every time Pinkie's lips brushed against her muzzle, her thoughts were scattered. Every time that curly mane brushed against her coat, she lost her train of thought. Her brow furrowed as she tried to block all this out. Her mouth opened in a gasp as Pinkie's bit her. "Careful Twilight. You wouldn't want to cum your brains out!" Pinkie giggled. "Then you'd never win." Pinkie drew her hips back, sliding the shaft along her lower lips. Twilight spluttered as she shook with both mirth and pure need. "P-Pinkie!" she whined. Lips pressed against hers again, and a tongue forced its way inside her mouth. She wrapped her own around the intruder, seeking to pull Pinkie deeper into the kiss. There was more than one way to win at this game. Baiting Pinkie into forgetting was just as good as guessing. She heaved and panted as Pinkie withdrew. Cracking her eyes open, she saw Pinkie's own dazed gaze. The other mare's mouth was open as she took in large lungfuls of air. Despite her pink coat, Twilight could see that her lover's cheeks were flushed. "You've got"--Pinkie paused to take a shallow breath--"twelve more Twilight." "Is it organic?" the words shot out without her even thinking. Pinkie's face contorted as she choked on her own laughter. "I'll say!" she forced out, before bending forward and lifting Twilight's head to plant a kiss right on the base of her horn. "It's definitely orgasmic!" "Ah!" Twilight tried to correct Pinkie Pie. Instead, she threw her legs around the other mare as Pinkie began to run her tongue up the length of her horn, wrapping the muscle around it entirely and coating every inch of it with her warmth. "O-organic! Not orgasmic!" she forced out. If Pinkie replied, she didn't hear it. The mares hips had rocked back enough that the tip of her toy was now pressing against her wet entrance. She bucked her hips and screamed when Pinkie maneuvered the strapon out of the way. "Pinkie! I almost--" And then her world exploded. Pinkie had reached the very tip of her horn and ran her teeth along the top. Each tooth bumped against her horn, sending jolts of pleasure directly into her brain. "Hurry, Twilight," gasped Pinkie. "Is it a plant, is it a pot, is it a cupcake, is it a map!" Twilight rattled off nonsensical questions as fast as she could dredge up nouns. She was interrupted when Pinkie suddenly thrust forward, driving her strapon to its hilt inside of her. At the same time, she drove her head down, taking the length of her horn. Twilight spluttered and babbled unintelligibly. She could feel every inch of the smooth shaft buried inside of her; she could feel her horn brush against the back of Pinkie's throat. Heat began to build between her legs and in her head. Pinkie drew back her hips, and Twilight's walls clutched at the shaft, seeking to prevent it from leaving. As she thrust forward, forcing the toy inside again, she drew her mouth up the length of Twilight's horn. Thrusting forward with her head, she drew the strapon back out. Twilight clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth against the overload of pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire. Were her eyes open, she would have seen a magenta glow surrounding the both of them. Pinkie's warm mouth sliding up and down her horn and the strapon thrusting inside of her drove the last bits of restraint from her mind. She grasped Pinkie with her magic, her legs wouldn't respond anymore. Pushing the mare's head down against her own she began to explore every inch of the mare. Her magic ran over Pinkie's ears, it pinched and nipped the back of her neck, it yanked her tail to the side. She struggled to form her magic into a replica of her favorite toy. The field wouldn't hold and Twilight gave up as Pinkie swallowed, her throat constricting around the last tip of her horn. She blindly drove twin amorphous blobs of magic into Pinkie Pie. A small part of her mind that could not give up analyzing quailed as she filled both of Pinkie's openings. A moan sent vibrations down her horn directly into her brain and washed the voice away in a tidal fury of need. Deeper she drove, her magic expanding and contracting to fit themselves to the mare. Pinkie moaned around her horn, drool escaping her lips to run down Twilight's forehead. The pressure and heat building in her loins and skull were becoming unbearable. There was something she needed to do. Summoning her will, she opened her mouth. "P-Pinkie!" she cried. "I'm going to--" she gasped-- "going to..." Pinkie clamped her jaw around the base of Twilight's horn and sucked. It was too much for Twilight. her entire body spasmed as she came. Sparks and bits of magic shot from her horn, shining through Pinkie cheeks casting a pink light over the entire room. Fluid gushed out of her, running down her thighs and tickling her tail. Her magic writhed and spasmed within Pinkie. Twilight felt hot fluid wet the tops of her legs as Pinkie ripped her mouth away from Twilight's still glowing horn to scream in ecstacy, small motes of light dripping down her chin. Pinkie collapsed on top of her again and Twilight weakly draped her legs around the other mare. After a blissful eternity spent holding each other's warm bodies, Pinkie nuzzled her, turning her chin upwards. Lips stained with every color of the rainbow and tasting of static and melted sugar pressed into hers. "You lost, Twilight," Pinkie whispered, waggling her eyebrows. "I did?" "Mmm hmm" Twilight half closed her eyes and kissed Pinkie's nose. "Best of seven?"
Sometimes it's just really fun to be scared.(I ran over a bit. This one needs around 6k words more to make it really work. I may have to rewrite it in full someday.) Rainbow Dash paced back and forth in her cluttered living room. Her brow was furrowed in thought as she muttered to herself. "No, we did that last Tuesday. No, that was Pinkie's next idea. No, we need Twilight for that one, and she's gone until the weekend." It was her day to pick the new activity she and Pinkie would be trying out that night. When they'd started this idea, a season where everyday they explored some new kink or fetish, Dash had been stoked. There were so many things she wanted to try, so many ways she wanted to bring Pinkie to screaming orgasms. It had been so amazingly worth every bruise and rope burn, the trips to the spa to get something out of her coat, and even the day she'd only be able to taste peppermint. But now, she was at an impasse. She had worked, and been worked, through every one of her fantasies, except one. It wasn't just because it was weird; they had done so many things to each other, Dash wasn't even sure if they could creep each other out anymore. No, it was dangerous, plain and simple. Even with Equestria's best and fastest flyer around, having sex on a cloud with a non-pegasus and no magic was a recipe for disaster. And she was making herself wet just thinking about it. "Oh, Dashie!" Pinkie's legs circled around her and squeezed tighter. Soft puffs of breath warmed Dash's neck as Pinkie buried her face, forgetting even to bite. The earth pony shook and trembled, partly from fear, not that Dash would let anything happen to her, and partly because the next bead was slowly stretching her ass open as Dash pulled on the strand. "Rainbow!" Pinkie yelled, convulsing. Dash could feel her own excitement mounting as Pinkie began to squeak and buck against her. The feeling of being in charge mixed with the rust Pinkie placed in her and the warm fluid that was suddenly running down her belly, set her off too. She locked lips with Pinkie, closing her eyes and letting her pleasure overtake her. Cold. She was cold. Something was missing. Blinking open weary eyes, she saw she was alone. "Pinkie?" she called. There was nowhere— "PINKIE!" Dash shook her head, flinging the daydream-turned-nightmare from her mind. She couldn't escape it. Her imaginings always played out in the same way; everything going perfectly, and then she relaxed, she let down her guard and Pinkie Pie paid. "Hey Dashie! Hey Dashie!" A high pitched voice carried up from below. Rainbow Dash paled slightly. She was out of time and she had nothing planned, nothing picked out. She weighed her options: running and hiding were out and... That was it. She had no choice but to tell Pinkie she'd failed. Rainbow Dash dropped through the bottom of her home and made a beeline for her girlfriend. With downcast eyes and a worried frown, she landed. "Hey, Pinkie, listen I–" She didn't get a chance to finish before Pinkie gave a squeal of delight and pounced oh her, toppling her over onto her back. Form her position under Pinkie, Dash started to protest, but the other mare shoved something slick and rubbery into her mouth. Pinkie kissed her around the ball gag as her eyes shot open in surprise. "I know it was supposed to be your turn Dashie, but I really, really, really, really wanted to surprise you," Pinkie said. "Um, in public." Pinkie's eyes pleaded with her and she was biting the corner of her lip. Dash's eyes widened again as she felt something hot splatter on her belly. Breaking her eyes away from Pinkie's, she looked between the two of them. Pinkie was wet—sopping wet. And she could smell Pinkie from here, even over her own leftover dream-lust. Dash had never seen her so excited without even foreplay before. Pinkie wanted to surprise her? Right here? What if somepony saw? Dash knew that what they did was no secret—not a single pony in town could have missed the subtext that party—but none of them knew specifics. Or had heard that girly squeak she made when Pinkie slipped something into her ass, or the moans she made when Pinkie used the crop while mounting her, or had seen her tied to a bed post while whipped cream was slowly licked off of her thighs. Dash would never deny being completely, totally, and madly in love with this mare, but would she risk others seeing just how smitten she was? What would ponies think of her after this? Another hot drip on her midsection reminded her that there was more at stake here than just her reputation. Pinkie Pie was waiting for an answer. A sudden thought slammed into her mind. This was Pinkie's cloud-sex. The thing she felt so very nervous bringing to her partner. "Um Dashie?" Pinkie's voice trembled a little and an alien expression cast it's shadow over her face. "Can you say—" Her wings snapped open, pressing at the wrong angle against the ground, and propelled her into Pinkie. She shoved her muzzle against the other mare's, desperately trying to kiss her, to taste her. Allowing her head to fall back a bit, Rainbow half close her eyes and she brought a rear leg up between Pinkie's and rubbed it against her swollen marehood. Pinkie's juices instantly slicking down her coat. Pinkie gasped at the sudden, unexpected onslaught before seeming to deflate with a drawn out moan. Dash felt Pinkie's lips winking against her leg and then the warmth was gone. Pinkie nuzzled her cheek. "Oh my gosh that was amazing!" Pinkie chirped and then licked her on the nose. "But I can't finish just yet!" Pinkie's hooves trembled as she pulled a pair of cuffs out of her bag. She glanced down at Dash, suppressing her desire for a moment. Meeting her blue eyes and feeling her own excitement rise in sympathy with her lover's, Dash nodded once. Pinkie became a whirlwind as she fastened the cuffs to Dash's legs and staked her out prone. A pair of blinders went on next, limiting her view to only what was in front of her. Her wings weren't hobbled in any way, which surprised her. Dash didn't have long to think about that before Pinkie's rear end bobbed into view and she felt Pinkie's tongue press against her lower lips. She tried to look, seeing Pinkie eating her out was always drove her wild, but with her legs pinned above her head, she couldn't quite bend enough to see. She yelped through her gag as Pinkie nipped her inner thigh. "Be careful, Dashie." Pinkie giggles into her sex. "Somepony might hear you," she whispered, before burying her muzzle between Dash's lips and burrowing her tongue deep into Rainbow. She was short of breath. Breathing through her nose was not satisfying her body's needs as she flexed and tried to grind her crotch into Pinkie's muzzle. Pinkie lowered her own rear down towards Dash's face, coating her chin and muzzle with fluid. The pegasus darted towards it, desperate to taste her. The binds rooting her to the ground conspired to hold her mere inches from Pinkie. She stretched her tongue out, straining to taste some part of this mare. Pinkie groaned as her tongue brushed her swollen lips. The earth pony's knees buckled and Dash was rewarded as her own muzzle was buried in Pinkie's pie. Fluids flowed down around her as she parted Pinkie's lips and drove her tongue deep inside. Pinkie's muffled squeals sent shivers down her spine. Though the mare had joked about Rainbow getting them caught, she was not trying to give them away. The amount of self control required was not quite lost on Dash, and she felt her own lust grow as she realized the lengths Pinkie was going to avoid embarrassing her. A crack, barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears made Dash's eyes shoot open. With the blinders on she couldn't see out of the sides and forward, her only view was Pinkie's ass and tail. Another soft thump, a hoof beat. Somepony was coming. She had to get away! She had to– Pinkie moaned and began to shake. She had to finish Pinkie Pie off and make this whole thing worth it. Dash pulled her muzzle out of Pinkie's marehood and gave the puffy lips a long lick, from bottom to top. She keep going, trailing her tongue across Pinkie's puckered sphincter, pressing the tip in slightly, and up right to the base of her tail. Taking that in her mouth, she gave a hard yank. Pinkie collapsed entirely. Driving the air out of Dash. Finally able to see something other than pink, Dash rolled her head around, looking for any sign of the pony. With any luck, she had been wrong. "Um," a voice from her left softly whispered. Goosebumps traveled up Dash's neck as she felt her face flushing red in embarrassment. Craning her neck to the side, Dash's gaze rested on Fluttershy. The other pegasus was crotched down. A hoof hide her eyes, or rather, hid the sight of Dash and Pinkie from her eyes, but Rainbow could see teal irises peeking out from under it. The yellow mare's wings were flared "I'm sorry," Fluttershy squeaked. "Mrphf!" Dash said. The fact that it was one of her friends made this easier. Dealing with not being the coolest pony with them, she could handle. What she couldn't deal with, was a week of awkward glances and Fluttershy avoiding her. "Mpiffle!" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Fluttershy squeaked again. It was then that Dash noticed that, while one foreleg hid her face from Rainbow, the other had snaked down between her legs and was vigorously rubbing. "I'm sorry!" a final, drawn out squeak, a shudder and then Fluttershy slumped into the earth. Great. Now I'm stuck here. "Okay," Dash said, looking up into Pinkie's eyes. "You've got the balloons?" "Yeppers!" Pinkie saluted her. The action caused the mare to tilt to the left and she had thrown her legs around Rainbow and squeeze to keep from toppling over. Dash smiled, feeling the heat between her haunches increase. Fluid ran around her tail and into the cloud she was reclining on. Or at least, she imagined it did. Licking her lips and trying to slow her beating heart, she schooled her face. "And you're sure they'll carry you?" "Yes-sir-ie!" Pinkie smiled at her. "You worry too much," she added. Dash leered at Pinkie as she reached behind the mare to insert the first bead. Pinkie's eyes closed and her mouth dropped open, giving Dash the perfect opportunity for a kiss. The balloons had been Pinkie's solution. Sure, it took some of the danger away, but she had learned the value of compromise. "Does that feel good?" Fluttershy asked from her perch above the two of them. "Oh boy does it!" Pinkie chirped, throwing her forelegs out wide. "Why I— Whoa!" She pin-wheeled her legs before landing back on Dash with a thump. "Maybe I should hang on?" Dash grinned as Pinkie took a nervous look over her shoulder and swallowed. "Can... Can I try next?"
