Best Friends (Speedclop)

Applejack wouldn't meet her eyes. The other pony just kept looking around the barn, like this was her first time clicking a mare's party button. "It's okay, wacky-jackie. It's perfectly fine! In fact it may even be super fun!"

"You don't have to lie to me, Pinkie. It's weird." Applejack half heartedly kicked a small pile of hay. "I mean, I love you, but..."

Pinkie silenced her with a kiss. "Don't be silly, Applejack! I know you do." Beaming into AJ's downcast expression—she'd need to get used to calling her "AJ" for this—Pinkie affected a raspier, and somewhat lower voice. "Almost as much as you like apples!" She missed the voice crack, but Appleja–AJ's head shot up all the same.

"Pinkie you do–"

"Oh hush, you." Pinkie pulled a multicolored wig and fake set of blue wings out from it hiding spot behind a pile of hay and popped it on over her own mane. The colors were spot on even if the wig did lay a little crooked, and the wings strapped right onto her flanks. As she wiggled, they even opened and closed a little.

"Where did you get...?" Applejack began, but stopped when Pinkie gave her a near perfect copy of Rainbow Dash's signature smirk. "Dress up emergencies?" she asked.

"Okay then!" Pinkie chirped in her own voice. "If I'm Rainbow Dash, then you should be... hrm." Pinkie rubbed her chin with a hoof in thought. Suddenly her face lit up and she reached into a bale in front of her and yanked out a long purple wig and white horn on a headband. "You should be Rarity!" she cried as she popped them onto her head. That would mean she didn't need to call her "AJ"! Success!

Applejack's eyes rolled up to see the fake horn jutting from her forehead, perfectly framed by her stetson. "How in the hay did you do that?" she asked, despite knowing the answer wouldn't make any kind of real sense.

Pinkie just cackled. Not her normal laugh, which was more of a giggle, but a full-bodied raucous laugh that belonged only to Rainbow Dash. "Jeez, Rarity. Nice head gear. I guess 'farmer' is in this season?"

AJ's eyes narrowed at the slight directed at her head gear. Tipping the hat off, carefully, she placed it on a bale out of the way. "Rainbow, Darlin'." At a questioning glance at Pinkie, she cleared her throat. Summoning the memories an training she'd received in Manehatten back to her mind, she affected a city pony's accent. Her chin rose several degrees and she poured a feigned sense of boredom into her voice. "Rainbow Darling. I am simply experimenting with new fashion choices. One never quite knows where inspiration shall strike!"

Pinkie stifled a very Pinkie Pie giggle with a hoof as she trotted up to Applejack. "See, I told you it could be fun," she whispered. She was right. It kinda was. The thrill of doing something she'd wanted for so long combined with the shear naughtiness of doing it while playing at being Rarity sent tingles down her spine. In a louder and bolder voice, "Rainbow" said, "Experimenting? I've got an awesome experiment we could try." She waggled her eyebrows as she turned away. "It'll be radical."

Applejack's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she saw the rest of Pinkie's costume. The cutiemark stickers were a nice touch, even if pink clashed a bit with the red, but the multicolored, full bodied, rainbow tail anchored to a buttplug Pinkie had somehow inserted without her noticing drew her full attention. The tail wrapped over and covered Pinkie's real one. As she slowly walked deeper into the barn, she swayed, sending the rainbow tresses dancing. Applejack's mouth fell open. A wetness bean to leak from between her rear legs as she realized that Pinkie wasn't joking. This was real. She was about to have sex with "Rainbow Dash."

"Hey, Rarity! What's the hold up?" Pinkie snickered. "You need to ask Twilight about a new dress pattern? Or is this"—she gave a shack of her rump—"too much awesome for you to handle?"

Sniffing, Applejack strode after her. "A lady is never in a hurry, Rainbow Dash. She always arrives just late enough to be fashionable."

She had lost sight of Pinkie in the dark. "P–Rainbow dear? Where have you got off too. This experiment you mentioned? Does it have to involve such icky darkness?"

Chills were raised along her spine as she felt honest to Celestia feathers trace up her neck and ear. "No," whispered "Rainbow Dash", "but it sure makes it more fun." Hot wetness leaked down her leg as Pinkie blew into her ear. "How about the two of us get a little dirty?" The question was accompanied by Pinkie slowly, but firmly brushing her tail aside and sliding a hoof down over the source of her heat.

Gulping, Applejack tried to stay in character while at the same time moving things along. She had no idea Pinkie was this good at Rainbow Dash impressions. "Of– of course, sugar–Pink–Rainbow my dear." she stammered. With Pinkie out of sight, and her voice pitched to match RD's, it was very easy for Applejack to pretend that it really was the pegasus slowly massaging her slit.

She began panting slightly, her mind scrambling for a response. She should ask what this had to do with fashion, now if only she could fine enough words to do it. Rarity never used five when ten would do. "Ah, Rainbow darling–ah–this is q-quite nice, but what d-does this have to do with–ah!–fashion?" she shrieked the last word as Dash's—Pinkie's hoof ran over her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her and buckling her knees.

"Heh. Who said anything about fashion?" A pungent smell filled her nose as a pink hoof was placed under it. "This is much more awesome than dressed and hats." Feathers ran up and down her flank as applejack's tongue daintily lapped at the hoof, tasting her own excitement. The brash voice whispering in her ear, the feel of feathers, the aura of confidence all screamed Rainbow Dash. It was everything she'd wanted and more.

Applejack let loose a low moan as Rainbow Dash kissed her inner thigh. "That's not really that lady-like, Rarity," she said. AJ tried to keep from such vulgar displays of arousal, but Dash's tongue began to trace around her swollen marehood and she couldn't keep them down. "Ah! Rainbow!" She whinnied as that same tongue made contact with her need. "I don't think I can keep this up!" she cried.

"Heh. That's fine, AJ. Just another thing I'm better at."

Applejack's eyes shot open. Surely it was Pinkie. She could see the prank loving mare pulling something like a switch. As Pinkie's—or Rainbows—who ever's—tongue flicked over her clit, she melted. Lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. "Oh, Rainbow!" Applejack yelled as she came, washing somepony's chin in a wave of fluids.

Rainbow's laugh sounded again. "Then again, maybe you are the fastest in Equestria."

With a titanic surge of effort, Applejack lashed out with her tail, swiping somepony's hooves out from under her. A muffled squeak as the pony hit the floor confirmed that Pinkie hadn't pranked her in this. She scrambled to her hooves and pinned the other mare on her back by her wings. It was dark, but AJ imagined that she could see blue eyes underneath the multi-hued mane.

"Hey! What's the big deal, AJ? Too much cool for you to handle?"

"Pinkie," she whispered. "Thanks, but ya can drop the act."

"Nuh uh. Not until you make me," she whispered back.

Applejack smiled. "Then you're gonna get exactly what y'all deserve, RD." Applejack pressed her lips to Pinkie's and shared a kiss. She broke the kiss just as Pinkie was beginning to respond. "I'm gonna show you what fast is all about."

Applejack began nipping down Pinkie's neck and chest. She took a moment to nip at Pinkie's flanks, right where the wings connected and was surprise when Pinkie let out a very un-Rainbow moan. "Ya'll liked that?" she asked.

"D-duh, Applejack. All pegasi do."

Applejack looked down between pink legs and saw that she wasn't kidding. The pooling fluid showed that even fake pegasi liked being nibbled there. A few more quick nips and she was forced to reverse direction, pinning the faux-pegasus with her back legs on wings.

Rather than playing with Pinkie, she dove straight into her sopping sex, tongue delving between swollen lips. Pinkie gasped and moaned. It was a very Rainbow Dash moan. Applejack redoubled her efforts to draw out the Pinkie Pie squeaks she so desperately wanted to hear.

She licked and massaged, feeling every inch of Pinkie she could reach, even driving her muzzle right up against the mare, but still Pinkie kept enough control that most of her grunts and moans sounded like their rainbow-maned friend.

Applejack drove her mouth rip up against Pinkie's swollen sex, covering her as much as possible with her lips. As her nose bumped into Pinkie's second tail., the other mare let out a quivering moan that was far to high pitched to ever come from Dash's throat.

Applejack grinned. Her teeth clamped around the base of the plug and she unceremoniously yanked it out. "I guess you're gonna be callin' yourself Pinkie a might sooner than ya thought," she quipped.

Pinkie moaned her agreement in something half way between her own squeaks and her impersonation of Dash as Applejack began to massage her ass with her tongue. She didn't have to wait long. No sooner had she pressed the tip in, than she heard Pinkie began to squeak rapidly, each intake of breath from the pony sounding higher and higher. A veritable tide of sweet smelling fluid washed over her chin and soaked into Pinkie's tail.

"Cool enough for y'all, Rainbow Pie?" she asked.

As Pinkie panted on the floor, twitching as aftershocks ran through her, she slowly raised her head. "Next time, you're Rainbow Dash," she said before collapsing in a pool of her own fluids.