Sixty Minutes Clop

(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?"