Sexty Minute Ponies

Old Dash, New Tricks

The sun was shining and the few clouds in the sky kept out of the way. Today was scheduled to be a good day, and though the clouds were inanimate objects, they knew it was best for them to stay where the pegasi put them.

"So there I was," Applejack said, telling a tale to her five friends who currently sat on the same picnic blanket, eagerly listening to each other's tales of romance, reading, or anything in-between. The picnic had been Pinkie Pie's idea—as always—after she'd seen the week's weather schedule had called for four days of rain and one day of glorious sunshine. If she had to put up with four days of rain, she was sure as hay going to get a picnic out of it. "In my barn, back against a bale of hay when we hear my brother, Big Macintosh, walking in!"

Pinkie Pie gasped, Rarity's hooves shot up to cover her mouth, Fluttershy hid under the table. The listening ponies were in shock and awe as Applejack's tale continued. "Now, he doesn't know about, y'know, us, so I kicked poor Dash behind the hay before he could spot us and jumped in another myself! Why, we must have hidden there for fifteen minutes before he finally left!"

"Ugh, try fifteen hours," Dash shot back. "And it hurt! You left a bruise." The gathered ponies tittered at her misfortune.

"Oh, Dash!" Fluttershy cooed, jumping over to the apparently injured blue pegasus' side and taking a look at the damage. "Oh, you poor baby! Did Applejack hurt you," she murmured, nuzzling the side of Dash's flank in an attempt to massage the pain away. The other four ponies watched with extreme interest as the red and inflamed areas of skin spread—the exact opposite of what Fluttershy was surely attempting to achieve. "Let's just rub that pain away," she whispered softly into Rainbow's rear. The pampered pegasus would normally have taken offence to the patronising baby-talk, but that could come later. For now she was happy getting nuzzled.

The other four peered on as Dash's tail began to rise, exposing more and more inflammation and redness for Fluttershy to meekly nuzzle away. Her nose made its way across the muscular flank and onto the toned buttocks, following a trail of blushing skin below Dash's smooth and silky coat. Pinkie Pie leaned in closer to get a better look, bending so far over she almost—but not quite—overbalanced and knocked the two to the floor. Twilight opened her notebook and began to scribble down what motions made Dash make what faces—something that would surely come in useful later. Applejack bit her lower lip as she watched two of her best friends come ever closer to extreme public intimacy. Rarity turned her nose up in disgust, "Darlings I realise this is hard for you, but can you please keep your rampant lesbianism in check while we're outdoors. It's quite embarrassing."

"I believe the word you're looking for is 'Arousing', Rarity," Twilight replied. "It's quite noticeable from the blushing on your cheeks and ah, and the smell."

"Fine, that too," Rarity snapped, "but at least I keep it indoors!"

"Hang on!" Dash said, pushing Fluttershy off with one of her wings. The rejected yellow pegasus squeaked as she fell onto her behind. "Did you say lesbian? I've told you guys, I'm not a lesbian!"

All five of her friends broke out into uproarious laughter. "Ha! Good one, Dash!" Pinkie said, mid-pounce. A moment later she had Dash pinned to the blanket with her teeth locked around her ear in a slow nibble. "My flank wiggles when I see ponies who like mares! My flank is never EVER wrong, nuh-uh!" As if to underline her point, Pinkie bounced up into the air and spun 180 degrees, before landing on Dash once more and wiggling her rear in Dash's general direction. Rainbow Dash bit her lower lip.

"Ugh, that's not what I meant," Dash said, kicking Pinkie off. "I like stallions too!"

"Of course, Darling," Rarity said, "That's why you always end up going home with a mare whenever we go anywhere nice. I swear, some of the stallions you've turned down looked simply devastated. Though I have to admit, seeing the look on that awful Prince Blueblood's face..."

"I do!" Dash snapped.

Twilight cleared her throat. "Statistically, Rainbow, I'm afraid you don't. In the time we've known each other you've had relations with a majority of the young and attractive mares here, and yet I don't have a single recorded incident between you and any stallion!"

"Y'all record that?" Applejack asked, tilting her head. Twilight blushed and hid her journal behind her back.

"I- I have to! How else could I know what you all like? And Dash here is a perfect example. She likes mares."

"I- I'll prove it!" Dash replied, jumping up into a combat-ready pose and flaring her wings as if beating something up could prove her bisexuality. "Just tell me what to do and I'll prove it!"

Pinkie jumped back up onto her hooves in one swift motion. "Ooh, ooh, I know! Pick me, pick me!" she shouted while jumping up and down and waving her forehooves in the air, trying to catch Dash's attention, as if there was even a chance Dash's eyes wouldn't be captured by that large, pink squishy rear or that jutting-out tail mere inches above Pinkie's tight, sli- Stallions. Stallions, Dash, stallions.

"Ugh, fine. Go on," Dash said, pointing over at Pinkie.

"Let's have a party!"

"That's your answer to everything!"

That night, Rainbow Dash glided down to Sugarcube Corner and knocked on the front door. Unusually, the lights were off and there was a minimum level of streamers present. She peered in through the window, but couldn't make anything out. Before long, Pinkie Pie opened the door and invited her inside.

"Okay, so how's this going to help pro- woah," Dash exclaimed as Pinkie lit a candle, shedding light on the other pony in the room. "Th- Thunderlane?!" Dash gasped, involuntarily taking a step back.

"Yep!" Pinkie replied, bouncing over and booping Dash on the nose. "He's the perfect stallion to test you on! Just look at him—rugged, handsome, sporty, great cock, everything!"

"P- Pinkie I dunno," Dash stammered, "Maybe Twilight's right. I uh... I haven't actually done this before, maybe I should just-"

"Oh, it's easy! C'mon, I'll teach you!"

"You sure?"

Instead of a verbal answer, Pinkie chose that moment to bounce underneath the still-silent Thunderlane and jump as hard as she could, knocking both of them to the floor. A moment later, Pinkie somehow retrieved a long rope from her mane and set about securing the lucky stallion to the ground. "No offence, Thunderlane, but Dashie shouldn't get any help from you this time!" Pinkie said as she wrapped the rope around his muzzle one last time, effectively gagging him.

Without another word to Dash, Pinkie zipped over and picked the apprehensive pegasus up, setting her down on Thunderlane's tail. Her face was mere inches away from the black sheath she told herself she wanted so badly.

"So, ho-"

Pinkie jumped on Dash's back, sending both of them to the floor. Dash's chin crashed into Thunderlane's crotch, though thankfully missing all the really painful areas. When Dash opened her eyes again, she found herself staring directly at the thick flesh containing what she was looking for. Taking a deep breath, she carefully moved forward and gave the sheath a tiny, cautious lick. The tip of Thunderlane's shaft began to poke out through the top, and Dash's eyes went wide—the smell! The taste! The sight! It was all too much for her, and she-

"Nuh uh! No stopping now!" Pinkie grabbed her head and began to steer for Dash, directing her nuzzles and prompting her licks until the black stallion cock was towering above her face. "See, it's easy! C'mon, you give it a try now!" she said, and released Dash's head, rolling off of her back to give the pegasus the freedom of movement she would need to tackle such a gargantuan obstacle.

Rainbow Dash gulped and leaned forward, before slowly licking up from the base to the tip. Thunderlane moaned in appreciation, but he was powerless to do anything more. The cautious pony became a little braver, and returned to the bottom to repeat the same thing again, only a little harder this time. It produced an even stronger effect, so Dash return to the bottom to repeat the same thing again, only a little harder this time.

"No!" Pinkie exclaimed, putting her hoof on Dash's head to stop yet another ascent. "It's not a lollipop, Dash! Move around a bit, get some variation!"

Rainbow Dash grunted and Pinkie released her. If variation was important then she supposed she should be a bit more varied. Her tongue travelled around the throbbing tower in spirals as she weaved her head from side to side, licking the whole way. Thunderlane's moaning was even more intense, reinforcing Pinkie's education quite effectively.

"Good!" Pinkie giggled. "Now try some kissing too, stallions love kissing!"

Rainbow Dash complied, following a similar spiralling pattern but taking a few moments to plant a few strong, sloppy kisses on some of her favourite tasting parts. The shaft rock hard, but still had a bit of squish and give on the very outside, letting her nip and kiss at the skin whenever she pleased. The reaction was overwhelming, and were it not for the ropes Rainbow Dash wondered if she wouldn't have been pinned to the floor for a good rutting already. Her nethers began to drip at the very thought. "See, not a lesbian..." Dash gasped, "Told yo-"

"No talking!" Pinkie snapped. "He's not finished yet! C'mon, Dashie, let's put him out of his misery."

"I thought you said I didn't get help?"

"I don't count, silly! I'm Pinkie Pie!"

Dash shrugged and moved to the side, starting to lick, kiss, and suck at one half of the throbbing length while Pinkie nuzzled and kissed the other. Together they followed Pinkie's instructions, working their way up and down in varied and changing patterns while Thunderlane's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his groaning grew to a crescendo even through the makeshift gag. Eventually, Pinkie put a hoof on Dash's head once more and pulled away.

"What? I thought I was doing pretty good!"

"You are! So good that he's ready to pop! You want it?"

"Uh... sure, I think," Dash said, suddenly less sure of herself. Pinkie giggled and directed Dash's head to the tip of the hot, slick penis, slowly moving it down and pushing it through Dash's lips. Before long, the entire head was within Dash's mouth, and the apprehensive pony's eyes were closed in wait. She stayed motionless, expecting any moment to have a mouthful of cum and a proven point.

"Now, suck! Suck for all you're worth!" Pinkie shouted, loud enough the whole street could probably hear. Dash didn't care, and complied, running her tongue around the head and moving her mouth up and down as much as she could. Thunderlane's moans grew in both volume and intensity as Dash sucked at the tip, varying the pressure and speed—Pinkie's advice was surely still appropriate even now. Taking the initiative, though Pinkie hadn't suggested it, Dash reached up to both sides and grasped the length between her hooves, rubbing up and down to massage the curious mixture of saliva and other fluids into the throbbing stick of gorgeous, delicious meat. Dash knew she would be doing this again—it tasted both salty, and kinda sweet at the same time. Not as salty as one of the local bar's nicer licks, but a lot more fun to get at. Even without Pinkie's added stimulation, Thunderlane didn't last more than a few seconds, and before long Dash felt the first hot, thick shot of cum splatter against the back of her throat and all over her tongue. She pulled back.

"Gah! Oh ga-" She was cut off as another shot, brought on by the sudden influx of cold air, covered her face. She just barely got her eyes closed in time. Thunderlane sighed in relief and happiness, and Dash figured she must have done a good job. A disgusting, sticky, but good job. "Pinkie?"

"Uh-huh?" The pink pony replied, sounding as innocent as she could.

"Get this stuff off me."

Pinkie grinned. "Okie dokie!" she replied, mid-pounce.