Old Dash, New Tricks

by Whiteout

Rating: mature
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Romance, Comedy
Length: 1191

An explicit 'One Night In Manehattan' Sidefic

Being the fastest pegasus in all of Equestria can be a lot of fun, especially when your marefriend is the only pony with enough energy to keep up with you all night long. But even the best can learn a lesson now and then...

Published 2012-07-15 23:44:03 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-15 23:44:03 UTC

Old Dash, New Tricks

“Heh.”

Rainbow Dash grinned as she looked down at the panting pink party pony below her, waiting eagerly as Pinkie Pie tried to catch her breath after the latest in a line of climaxes. The two lovers were holed up in Pinkie’s Manehattan hotel suite, having decided that the best way to celebrate a very happy reunion was a day in.

Blue eyes fluttered, then came into focus as Pinkie smiled dreamily up at Dash through the fading fog of overwhelming pleasure with a little giggle. One pink hoof drifted up to stroke the pegasus’ cheek, tenderly.

“Mm, Dashie...”

Dash’s grin slid into an honest, open smile. One rarely seen in public, and usually only by her closest friends... and Pinkie.

“Having fun, Pinks?”

Her voice was full of a tenderness out of place with the Wonderbolt’s usual brash public manner, and she leaned in for a kiss. Dash’s heart raced a little as Pinkie moaned against her lips in approval before passionately returning the kiss, their tongues playing against each other as the earth pony tasted her own sweet flavor on Rainbow’s lips. It was a long and breathless moment before they broke apart, both out of breath and smiling.

A spark of mischief in her lover’s eyes was Dash’s only warning before Pinkie lunged upwards, her hooves wrapping around the startled pegasus before a deft twist of the hips flipped the two mares over. In a blink, Dash found herself on her back amid the rumpled sheets, pinned down by the deliciously soft weight of her lover.

Resting her hooves comfortably on the pinned pegasus’ chest, Pinkie Pie nuzzled her way beneath Rainbow Dash’s chin before tracing a long, slow lick up the other mare’s neck, stopping once or twice to nibble at the soft cyan fur before turning her attention to a perked ear. A happy moan as Dash squirmed beneath her spurred Pinkie on to new heights as she worked her way around the sensitive edges of one warm ear. Little licks and unpredictable nibbles kept the blue mare in suspense, all her attention focused on Pinkie’s hot breath on the sensitive skin as the pink pony whispered softly.

“You’re the fastest pony in Equestria, Dashie.”

Another nibble, a touch harder this time, caused Dash to arch her back against Pinkie’s warm weight, a quiet whimper of desire escaping her lips. Pinkie giggled at the sound, licking her way across the tip of Dash’s ear as the blushing pegasus tried to keep herself under control. After a few moments, Pinkie pulled away again, leaving Dash to let out a shuddering breath.

“Do you wanna learn how good slow can be?”

The question was teasing, a seductive purr rather than the usual cheery chrip, and Dash found herself nodding before she could think, the ache of desire growing stronger with every teasing slide of Pinkie’s coat against her own. Rainbow opened eyes that had drifted half closed under the assault of sensual nibbles to find Pinkie rising up on her front hooves, a waterfall of cotton candy mane surrounding her in the sight and sweet scent of the mare she loved.

A gentle hoof pressed to Dash’s chest was all the instruction she needed, and she lay back, eyes drifting half closed once more to concentrate on the sweet heat engulfing her body. She felt more than heard Pinkie’s pleased little chuckle, then she was lost again in the feeling of a warm body against her own as Pinkie shifted her hips, sliding down the bed in a long stroke of fur against fur. Dash shivered at the touch, her hips arching up to try and keep the contact, then gasped aloud as a gentle nip against her neck reminded her to stay still.

The nip was soon followed by a shower of little kisses, licks, and occasional further nips as Pinkie worked her way down her lover’s neck, taking her time to make each little sensation memorable. After the second or third time a particularly sensitive spot brought the pegasus’ hips arching off the bed, Pinkie shifted herself to sit across her lover as she worked, keeping her pinned and unable to desperately try and shift the attention to her marehood.

Dash nearly whined when the delicious assault stopped, only to cry out as a warm mouth slipped down onto the leading edge of one spread wing. The pegasus lost herself in a tide of impressions as Pinkie ever so slowly worked her way out along the most sensitive parts of her wing, then side to work back from the tip inwards.

Pinkie was having entirely too much fun with this, Dash decided, as the string of hot little kisses drifted from the base of her wing across her chest. Not that she minded. Especially when the line of white-hot sensations began to drift downwards, towards the center of her raging desire. A frustrated moan escaped her as Pinkie’s tongue trailed tantalizingly close to her marehood, only to turn off at the last minute and drift over to nibble on the inside of one sensitive thigh.

Panting with need, Dash finally propped herself up on her elbows, looking down the line of her body at the deliciously pink mare ever so teasingly planting tiny kisses just above her marehood. The pink mare looked up with a devastating smile, blue eyes gazing directly into lust-fogged magenta. “Aww, can’t take the suspense, Dashie?”

Dash’s voice cracked with the intensity of her desire as she spoke, just two words.

“Pinkie... please...”

Never breaking eye contact, Pinkie leaned down, one gentle lick trailing across Dash’s damp and swollen lips. She giggled as the pegasus’ back tried to arch, holding her lover down with gentle hooves.

“Okie dokie!”

Dash fell back to the bed as Pinkie descended upon her marehood with the same storm of gentle kisses, licks, and occasional nibbles that had been driving her wild for the last half hour. Sweet, pure pleasure roared up her spine from her lover’s ministrations, and she bucked against the hooves holding her hips as the pink mare finally moved to teasing the hard center of her pleasure with a soft, warm tongue. She was nearing the point of no return when she felt Pinkie pull away, and a groan of frustration died on her lips when suddenly soft lips surrounded her clitorus... and then began to suck.

It was too much for one mare to bear, and Dash’s achingly tense wings pressed back against the bed as she bucked, muscles spasming in orgasmic abandon as her entire universe narrowed to the mare between her legs, and the impossibly intense pleasure Pinkie was giving her.

It was some time later when Dash came back to her senses, collapsed in a sticky, happy puddle with Pinkie Pie wrapped in her hooves. Occasional aftershocks of the mind-blowing orgasm she had just experienced still shook her, but she smiled down at the nest of messy pink curls lying beneath her chin.

Her voice was a little hoarse from screaming, but Pinkie wouldn’t mind.

“I think you win, Pinks. Slow can be goood...”