To Catch a Naughty Rainbow

by RoyalBardofCanterlot

Rating: mature
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Romance, Pinkie Pie, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3148

Dash wets the bed and Pinkie punishes her.

Dash has done it now. She wet Pinkie's bed and now Pinkie's out to give her a spanking. Can she escape? Does she want to?

Contains: Spanking, hoof worship, watersports, pseudo-incest, cuddles, cunnilingus.

Published 2017-09-14 21:30:11 UTC
Last updated 2017-09-14 21:30:11 UTC

Run, Dashie, Run!

"RAINBOW MIRIAM DANGER DASH!"

The shout reverberated through the silent bakery, breaking the stillness of the morning hours. Mr and Mrs. Cake, along with their foals, were away on a baking retreat. Pinkie, feeling lonely, had invited Dash over and they had spent the night cuddling. The first sign that something was wrong was when Pinkie's nose had caught the faint whiff of something acidic.

Still, she had been far too comfortable in Dash's embrace to wake up and investigate the strange scent. So, she had only snuggled deeper beneath Dash's wings and soon gone back to sleep. Something wet and cold had made itself known to her subconscious mind, so she had adjusted herself on Dash's soft, warm belly.

Then, the sun had risen. The soft, golden light had streamed through the blindfolds, illuminated the simple room and fluttered onto Pinkie's eyelids. Pinkie had woken up, taken one sniff of the air and gave a disdainful look at her marefriend and then at the wet spot in the center of the bed. Dash, being smarter than others gave her credit for, had thrown off the covers and galloped across the hard, wooden floors. Strangely, she didn't make use of her racial gift and fly. Instead, the clop of her hooves filled the room as the Pegasus dashed down the stairs.

Pinkie shouted her full name (which always meant Little Dashie was in trouble with Auntie Pinkie) and took off after her like a pink, angry rocket. "YOU GET BACK HERE YOUNG FILLY! AUNTIE PINKIE HAS A SPANKING FOR YOUR TUSHIE!"

Pinkie rushed down the stairs, the chill of each wooden step jolting her awake quicker than any cup of morning coffee. She stood at the bottom and looked around. Dash was not hiding near any of the display cases which were filled with delectable treats like cakes, cupcakes, muffins and bagels, all behind glass and waiting for customers to come and eat them. Pinkie scanned the room.

The naughty Pegasus wasn't hiding under the counter. Pinkie chewed her lip and closed her eyes, drawing upon her Earth Pony magic to seek out the connections that bound together all living things. Her eyes opened and she grinned, looking up. "Hi, Dashie!"

Dash jumped down from the ceiling, wiggled her wings and stuck out her tongue. With a flick of her tail she darted towards the door, Pinkie in pursuit. Dash knocked open the door and burst into the daylight. Her hooves kicked up clouds of dust. Pinkie launched herself after her, nearly grasping hold of her tail in her teeth.

The hairs of the appendage just barely escaped her chompers and Dash took to the air, though she only flew a few feet above the earth, so close that Pinkie could nearly reach out and touch her. Pinkie bounced after her and reached up, but Dash darted away just as quickly.

Pinkie growled and picked up speed. The wind roared and rushed around her as she pursued the speeding Pegasus. Dash zigzagged and darted higher into the air, a rainbow trail slicing the sky above the marketplace. In several bounds, Pinkie had crossed the marketplace and found herself in a neighborhood.

Rows of thatched roof cottages surrounded her. Ponies went out and about their morning routine, strolling through their gardens or heading to school and businesses. Pinkie looked around, seeking Dash. She jumped as something slapped her rump. She whirled around. Dash's wings were spread wide as she hovered just out of reach. "Can't touch this!" She laughed.

Pinkie gazed at the figure of Dash, her blue wings and rainbow mane illuminated by the soft light of dawn. The illusion was broken the minute Dash took off again, but it was so beautiful that it gave Pinkie pause. Pause Dash used to her advantage as she landed and ran between the rows of houses.

Pinkie ran after her, her powerful hoof steps slamming against the ground, shaking the very land as she sped after the speedster. Dash's powerful legs and back, honed by years of athletic training, carried her through the streets and then into the wild expanse of grassland that laid outside Ponyville.

Pinkie rushed through the grasses, the tall blades of grass yielding before the hard strikes of her forelegs and backlegs. Dash kept just a few inches ahead of her and then just as Pinkie reached out to grab her, Dash would surge into the air. Dash suddenly darted backwards, reversing her direction and blasting back towards town.

Beads of sweat dripped down Pinkie's face as she reversed course herself. The reason she was chasing Dash had been lost in the thrill of the chase itself. Her legs were burning and her heart was pounding. She hadn't lost sight of Dash who was gliding at a relaxed pace before suddenly plowing through a cloud. Pinkie ran after her and the racing duo entered town. Pinkie stopped to pant and wiped away the sweat dripping into her eyes.

Dash whooshed over her head and stuck out her tongue. Pinkie jumped and managed to catch onto her barrel. Dash wrapped her up as Pinkie felt the disconcerting feeling of her hooves leaving the good, hard earth. She kicked her legs. "Dashie, if you drop me, you're getting a switching!"

Dash grinned. "As fun as that sounds, Auntie, I have no intention of dropping you! I don't leave my friends hanging! Here you go!"

Pinkie was gently placed onto the ground just as Dash zipped away. The wind blown up by her flight was nearly enough to knock her onto her haunches, but she collected herself and took off after Dash like a heat seeking missile. Dash took cover in the clouds. Applejack just stared from behind her stall overflowing with apples as her fellow Earth Pony rushed by. Applejack looked up to see Dash laughing and flying away, occasionally blowing a raspberry down at the earth. Applejack shrugged. "Good mornin', Pinkie, Dash!"

"Good morning!" They both shouted, neither pausing in their chase. Pinkie darted and zagged around the stalls that the farmers and merchants were setting up. She paused to say happy birthday to Roseluck. Dash sailed through the blue sky, her feathers catching the breeze and pushing her forward with little effort of her own.

The thermal she had caught gently tugged her along as if they were waves of the sea. She didn't really need to flap her wings. She just needed to keep her wings open and soar along. She dipped down low so that her hooves drug along the ground.

Pinkie pounced and Dash surged back up and wiggled her butt, lifting her tail to tease her already seething marefriend. Boy am I in trouble. This is gonna be fun!

She surged right for the window of Sugarcube Corner and turned upward at the last moment. She landed on the Pegasus landing post, right near the door with the heart cut into it. She stared at it. She should have figured out Pinkie had a crush on her from that. It would have saved a lot of time.

Down below, Pinkie jumped up and down. "Get down here, Dashie!"

"I'd prefer staying up here, thanks!"

Pinkie fumed and hopped again and again. "I'm gonna get you good!"

"Looking forward to it!"

Pinkie grinned and surged through the doors of Sugarcube Corner.

Uh-oh.

Pinkie clopped on the floorboards and jumped onto the stairs. Outside, Dash jumped off the landing pad and flew down to the ground. She took off after Pinkie who had nearly made it halfway up the stairs.

"I'm right here, Pinkie!"

Pinkie whirled around and took the steps two at a time. For a minute, Dash was afraid she was going to trip and hurt herself. She wouldn't want that, but Pinkie was fine as she jumped off the last step. Dash quickly got out of the room, running to the kitchen as fast as her forelegs would carry her.

Pinkie was close on her trail, chasing her around the counter. Dash glided atop the wooden surface itself and, in the manner of a cat, Pinkie followed after her. Her surprisingly lithe, if a bit pudgy, body scrambled onto the counter top. Dash bounded off the table and scurried over the slick linoleum as she scrambled out of the room.

Pinkie followed after her and Dash soared once more into the air, whooshing around the ceiling. Pinkie chased after her, pronking in circles as she tried to jump up and catch her. Any hint of it being anything but a game had long been abandoned for the sake of the thrill of the chase.

With one great leap, she managed to get both her forelegs around Dash's middle. Dash smiled down at her and grabbed onto her forelegs. The two twirled together in midair, dancing over the wooden panels of the floor. Fear and exhilaration mixed inside of her and she couldn't help but giggle aloud as Dash held onto her hooves.

The smile on Dash's face made her heart flutter, told her that Dash would not let her drop. As they waltzed, part of her told her that she should still be a little mad. She turned up her muzzle. "I'm still mad at you, ya know."

Dash pouted. "Sorry, Auntie. Guess I drank too much last night."

"Yeah, right! Well, you did have three glasses of cider, you naughty little graphite."

Dash blinked. "What'd you just call me?"

"Just something Mama called me when I was in trouble. I don't know what it means either. Graphite's a kind of rock. Used for pencils."

"...Earth Ponies are weird."

"At least we can control our bladders! Seriously, Dash, what gives?"

They floated over the kitchen, Dash still holding her tight. They dipped low and Dash kissed her. "I know it was wrong. But you're so darned cute when you get mad."

"You naughty, little...ooh..."

Dash kissed her neck. "Let me make it up to you." Her lips jutted out in a pout and she widened her eyes in an exaggerated display of faux filly innocence. "Pwease, Auntie?"

"Hmm...well, I can think of a few things you can do. Starting with your tongue, my hooves, and working your way up. Or earning your way up."

Dash's grin was so wide it threatened to break her face. Pinkie grinned back with a lascivious look."I love to see you smile, Dashie. It's the best smile in the world."

"Thanks."

"You know you're going over my knee, don't you?"

"Only if you can catch me!"

"Oh, c'mon!"

"Chase me!"

Pinkie was gently deposited on the floor and Dash took off in a blur of blue. Pinkie zoomed after her and they left the kitchen. This time, Dash had no intention of leaving the room. Pinkie was starting to wonder if Dash didn't have some sort of chasing fetish. It would explain a lot, actually.

They chased each other into the living room. Dash zigzagged towards the stairs and Pinkie darted after her. Dash changed course at the last second and escaped Pinkie's clutches. Pinkie zoomed after her and Dash jumped into the air and glided nearly along the ceiling.

Pinkie jumped up and scurried after her, back into the kitchen. Dash glided over the kitchen counter and Pinkie leapt over it in a single bound. Dash turned her head. "Are you sure you're not part Pegasus?"

"Great-Great Grandma Surprise was!"

"That explains it!"

Dash led Pinkie all through the bakery, darting up the stairs and then down them again. Pinkie never lost her energy, managing to keep up with her for every step of the chase. Dash landed on the ground and leapt onto the couch. Pinkie leapt onto them too just as Dash jumped off of them.

Dash galloped over the floor and Pinkie galloped only a few inches away. Dash swept her backlegs and launched into the air. Pinkie bounced up and landed on Dash's back. Dash didn't try to knock her off and Pinkie hugged her neck. "I win! I caught a rainbow!"

"Alright, alright, fair's fair. I'm ready for my punishment now."

Pinkie rolled her eyes. "Right. Punishment."

They landed. Pinkie took hold of Dash's ear. Dash, adopted the role of a filly in trouble, ears drooping and head low. It was almost convincing. Only Dash's raised tail and her slowly soaking slit gave away the act.

Pinkie let go of Dash when they reached the bedroom, pointing to the wet spot. "See what you did?"

Dash looked down. Pinkie sat on the bed. "I hope you like the taste of hooves, Dashie." She stretched out her right hoof. "Because it's what you're going to be tasting. Go on. Lick it. Lick it clean."

Dash knelt and pressed her lips to the stretched out hoof which was completely covered in dirt and grass. She gave it one, long, languorous lick. It tasted of the sharp tang of grass and the musky taste of dirt. Dash gave a second lick, just as slow. Her tongue cleaned away the green that stained her auntie's beautiful, perfect hoof.

Auntie's hoof was perfect. Dash covered it in kisses, sucking at the frog. It might taste yucky, but they were Auntie's hooves so she loved the taste because she loved Auntie and she was in her proper place, on her knees before Auntie's hooves and she loved it, she loved it more than anything because cleaning Auntie's hooves made Auntie happy.

Dash wanted Auntie to be happy. She had been a naughty little filly, peeing in Auntie's bed, but now she was pleasing Auntie and Auntie was making little squeaks of pleasure and Auntie was happy with her and that was so wonderful. She lavished the hoof with her tongue, licking away every dirt and grass stain.

"G-good girl, Little Dashie. Auntie loves you. Auntie loves you so much."

Dash kept licking the hoof, bathing it in her saliva. Her heart fluttered at Auntie's words. She'd been naughty, but Auntie loved her. The hoof was withdrawn and Pinkie stretched out her left hoof, which was similarly covered in dirt and grass stains. The original pink was nearly gone.

Dash licked the hoof, ignoring the taste and pressing her muzzle to it. She breathed in the scent of grass which had attached itself to the hoof and nibbled on the fur. Pinkie giggled. "Oh, Dashie..."

Dash licked the hoof from top to bottom and then worked her way up the leg, planting little kisses every so often. Pinkie's cookie was between her legs, dripping wet and letting out a rich aroma. Pinkie pressed her foreleg against Dash's head. "And what makes you think you deserve a cookie?"

Dash frowned. "Pwease?"

"No. Uh-uh. Only good fillies get cookies."

"I can be a good filly! Promise!"

Pinkie mulled it over. "Hmm...very well. You did an awful good job of cleaning my hooves. You may eat the cookie."

Dash buried her muzzle between Pinkie's legs, lapping up the love juices dripping down from it. Pinkie convulsed as Dash licked and slurped at her vulva. Dash's tongue lapped slowly, catching every drop of sex juice on her lips. She relished the flavor of Auntie's beautiful cunt, kissing and licking it. Finally, she pressed her lips against Pinkie's pearl and sucked.

The cry of pleasure deeply gratified Dash. "G-good filly...v-very good filly!" She pressed Dash's face into her pussy, thrusting her vulva against her muzzle. The orgasm rocked her core in a symphony of pleasure and lustful moans. At last, Dash pulled away. Her face was wet, covered in Pinkie's juices. "Did I please, Auntie?"

Pinkie caught her breath. "Y-yes. Oh, Gods, yes, yes." She took a few seconds to catch her breath. "You were still naughty though. For being good, I'll only give you...hmm...fifteen spanks. Over my lap."

Dash obeyed, laying in the center of Auntie's lap, her rump sticking out while her forelegs nearly touched the floor. Pinkie rubbed Dash's backside and laid a hoof on her to keep her in place. Dash shivered as her love juices spilled over Pinkie's thighs. She was glad she didn't get in trouble for this kind of wetness.

In fact, Auntie liked it when she was this kind of wet. Pinkie's velvet soft hooves slid over her backside, tickled her cuny. Dash jerked as her hoof sailed through the air and landed with a firm crack across her bottom. "Count each spank."

"One!"

The second slap clapped across the upturned hills of her backside.

"Two! Harder! I'll never learn to be a good filly with wimpy spanks like that!"

The resounding smack of the third spank echoed throughout the room and left a red mark on Dash's rump. "That hard enough for you?"

"Yes, Auntie! Thank you, Auntie!"

A fourth slap landed in the same spot, made her bottom jiggle.

"Four!"

A fifth spank clapped her rump.

"Five!"

Dash panted as the cascade of swats continued to relentlessly fall upon her reddening behind.

"Six!"

SMACK!

"Seven!"

SMACK!

"Eight!"

The power of the blows to her bottom increased with each sharp swat, building up a fire in her behind which every spank only stoked to a nearly unbearable degree.

"Nine!"

Her vulva was throbbing. Pinkie gently stroked her intimate place causing Dash to give out a squeak of pleasure. "Auntie wants you to know she loves you and forgives you."

A tenth slap fell, resounded off her muscular, well-toned rear.

"Ten!"

The eleventh spank landed with a sharp intensity, stoking the fire in her bottom to an inferno. Dash panted and laid across her lap, surrendering to Auntie's discipline. She knew each spank that fell on her behind was given out of love. She trusted Auntie, loved Auntie and Auntie loved her.

This was the chastisement given in love and all Dash could do was surrender to the smacks coming down on her tushy.

"Eleven!"

"Twelve!"

"Thirteen!"

As the spanking came to an end, the swats fell more evenly and with only a bit of force. Pinkie didn't need to spank very hard, only hard enough to keep the sting in her lover's behind and give her a lesson she'd remember.

"Fourteen! Fifteen!"

Dash laid completely prostrate, breathing heavily. Pinkie rubbed where she had smacked, gently caressing the punished flesh before massaging Dash's cuny. She groaned and squirmed at the ministrations, waves of pleasure breaking across her mind as she reached her peak. Dash lifted up to sit in her lap and Pinkie cradled her, pressing her head against her chest.

"I love you, Auntie."

"I love you too."

Pinkie kissed her forehead. Dash cuddled deep into her chest fluff. Pinkie stroked her back, cooing over her. "You're still washing those sheets."

"I know. Can we stay like this a while?"

Pinkie kissed her and Dash responded in kind. "Of course, my little Dashie. For as long as you want."