Best Friends (Speedclop)

"Hey, Rainbow Dash!" Pinkie called up to the pegasus. Dash was resting on a cloud, in between stunts at the moment, and for the last fifteen moments or so. "You should totally come to Sugarcube Corner, I have the best surprise ever for you!"

Cracking open an eyelid, Dash considered her options. She could ignore Pinkie, that never worked; she could run from Pinkie, also, never worked; or she could agree to meet her friend at the bakery. Mouth cracking as she yawned, Dash leaned over the cloud and waved. "Sure thing, Pinks."

Satisfied that her fellow prankster would join her, Pinkie bounced off humming. Alone once again, Rainbow rolled over, snuggled into her cloud, and closed her eyes.

"Hey, Rainbow Dash!" An annoyingly high pitched and all to familiar voice chirped at her. "You should—"

"I heard you the first time!" she grumped. Far below her most difficult to understand friend tittered, before she, once again, bounced off humming.

Dash closed her eyes and feigned sleep. She didn't often pretend, but she needed the time to think. Fluttershy had kissed her and thanked her when she'd awoken. The shy pegasus had tried to offer to get her off, but been able to say the words out loud. The two had made love again in Dash's home. And Fluttershy had called her a friend.

Were they just friends? Was this something friends did? Was she committed to Fluttershy? Rainbow didn't know yet. In the week since, she'd tried to bring it up, but always her oldest friend had changed the subject, or had something to do, or was with another pony. Still, when she wasn't busy trying to talk about that night, Fluttershy treated her no different. Maybe that was just a one time thing?

Dash sighed, opening her eyes. Did she even want it to be a one time thing? She didn't know. It was felt good and Fluttershy was her oldest friend, closer to her than anypony else. She did feel a special connection to the other pegasus, but it was special in the same way she felt for any of her friends. Well, it was different, but different is the same-but-not way. If that was love, she loved quite a few ponies.

Snorting, Dash rolled off her cloud. She wasn't going to figure this out without help, so she might as well think about something else. Pinkie's surprise seemed just as good a something else as anything.

When she opened the door to sugarcube corner, the first sight she was greeted with was Pinkie's tail bobbing back and forth as she dug something out of a low, far counter. Had her mind not already been on the subject, she never would have thought of that as sexy; Pinkie regularly did such things, it was just part of Pinkie. Now, with thoughts of Fluttershy fresh in her mind, she was treated to a variety of interesting and wing-raising images and thoughts. Her cheeks colored as she thought about her tongue flicking deep into the extra-pink folds she kept catching glimpses of. Half against her will, she trotted into the bakery.

"Hiwa, Dawshie!" Pinkie said around the tin of cupcakes in her mouth. "Are you weady for 'our surpwise?"

"Yeah, sure." No sooner had she said that then the door slammed shut behind her. Wings flaring, she whirled in alarm, coming face to face with... Pinkie Pie.

"Hi!" chirped the second Pinkie before planting a kiss on her mouth.

Her eyes widened further as Pinkie's lips pressed against hers, but she soon recovered. Pinkie Pie, her number one pranking pal, had kissed her, and somehow gotten around behind her. Was this a prank? That notion flew from her head as Pinkie pressed her tongue into Dash's mouth. No one pranked with that much tongue. Dash opened her mouth to accept Pinkie into her and slipped her own tongue into Pinkie's mouth, wrestling for a moment before Pinkie conceded and let her in.

It was different than kissing Fluttershy had been. That mare had been content with small kisses, been content to let Dash lead. Pinkie wasn't fighting her, not really, but she wasn't waiting up either. Dash began to breath deeply as she felt a pressure began to build in her stomach. Pinkie was turning her on. That too was different. She had felt desire for Fluttershy, yes. That had been a sense of perfect belonging. This was more of a mad desire to win.

Pinkie broke the kiss first, leaving Dash slightly breathless. She stared into Pinkie's blue eyes, the same shade as the sky, as the mare's mouth curled up into a grin. A hoof turned her face gently, but firmly to the side to gaze into an identical pair of blue eyes. Lips once again pressed against her mouth. Her eyes widened again in surprise and, even as her own lips pressed back against Pinkie's she glanced sideways. Yup, Pinkie was still there, giggling at her, even while Pinkie was in front of her kissing her.

Dash's mind kicked into overdrive. Was is changelings? A magical accident? Some kind of time loop? Just Pinkie being Pinkie? Who was this pony? This time she pulled away, stumbling backwards as she tried to keep both Pinkie Pies in front of her. "W-who are you?"

"Oh, Rainbow Dash, don't be silly," said the first Pinkie.

"I'm Pinkie Pie!" explained the second.

As neither made any sort of move towards her or had spontaniously began to shoot green exploding globs of magic at her, Dash relaxed a bit. She kept her wings ready, just in case. "Okay," she began. "I think I'll need to the full story."

Both Pinkie's smiled identical Pinkie-smiles. Both Pinkie's giggled and then snorted and then giggled again. "Oh, it's super simple!" said the first.

"Yuppers!" said the second. "See, last week my hip began to itch..."

"...and my withers tingled..."

"...and my mane went fromph..."

"...and then my rump got all achy."

"Would you cut that out!" Dash yelled. Pointing her hoof at the left one, was that one or two? Did it matter? "You. You talk."

The two Pinkie's blinked, shared a look, and then tittered again. After their giggles dies down, the one she now thought of as "Pinkie One" spoke.

"Well, see. That's the combo for two of my friends got lucky."

"There's a Pinkie Sense for that!?" Dash's voice ended in a high pitch strangled choke.

"Uh huh! And I've been trying to track down who it was all week, but no one was giving me any answers. I thought and I thought and I thought until I was beside myself with thinking. And then it hit me. Us. It so totally had to be Rainbow Dash."

At this point the other Pinkie, who had been trembling with her desire to obey Dash and stay quite, leapt in front and burst out. "So we just totally had to see if you'd be interested!"

"Interested?" Dash asked. "In what?"

"Us silly!" The two Pinkies leapt at her, one wrapping forelimbs around her neck and pulling her into another kiss, the other snuggling up against her wing, nuzzling her flank.

Pinkie had somehow cloned herself and now she wanted to have sex? How did any of that make sens—Right. Pinkie had cloned herself. She had so many questions, but only one really mattered, or was likely to ever be answered. What would she do about this? Could she do it? With Pinkie? With two Pinkie's?

Her brain didn't seem to have an answer, but her rear certainly did. She felt herself grow positively hot at the thought. Dampness became wetness became fluid slowly running down her thigh as she considered. Oh yeah, she could definitely do it with two Pinkie Pies. What about Fluttershy?

She pulled away from the kiss, long enough to gasp, "stop!" The effect was instantaneous. Both Pinkie's froze. One, tongue still extended, the other midnuzzle, both just stopped.

"Pinkie," she said, choosing to address the one in front of her. "If you know about Fluttershy, then you know I won't go behind her back or anything. I don't even know what we are. How can you ask me to... to... with you when I..." Dash trailed off.

Pinkie's expression had remained unreadable throughout her small speech. Only now did it change, curling up into a smile. "Oh, Dashie. You silly filly. Fluttershy is totally ok with this."

"Totally okay!"

"But how do you know?" she demanded.

"Duh, we asked her yesterday."

Had either been inclined, the Pinkies could have knocked Dash over with one of her own feathers. "You asked?" she gasped in disbelief.

"Yup!" both chirped in chorus.

"She's so totally happy that you two did that..."

"...and really wants to be able to do it again..."

"...but she's—"

"One at a time!"

"But she said she wanted to be your friend first. And that I could totally do whatever you wanted!"

Dash thought about it. Pinkie didn't lie, not about important things. "Pinkie swear?" she asked. Both Pinkies hopped back, sat back on their haunches, and in perfect synchronicity, mimed the movements while chanting the swear. "Good enough for me," Dash said. She picked the one of the right, and pounced.

Pinkie was fast. She already seemed to be able to be everywhere. Two of her probably violate causality. Rainbow Dash was in no position to care. Pinkie One sat on her shoulders, facing away from Dash, but she bent over, exposing her puffy lips resting on Dash's muzzle. Her forelegs pressed against Dash's thighs, sing her weight to keep her legs spread wide and allow her double full access to Dash's own marehood.

The Pinkie between her legs was driving her mad. She's nibble at her thighs, kiss her aching sex, and even sometimes slip her tongue inside, but never more than enough to do much but heighten her arousal.

Dash's tongue pressed against the the bottom of Pinkie's slit, just shy of the tiny nub jutting out from her. In one smooth motions she drew her tongue up, pressing inwards as she did. Pinkie shuddered and squeaked, like she'd done the last five times. At first, Dash had delighted in hearing those squeaks, but she was being tormented down below and wanted to get even with at least one Pinkie. Instead of lapping once more at Pinkie's folds, she wrapped her lips clumsily around the nub and sucked.

Pinkie screamed. Not a cute squeak or muffled "ah!" a full throated yell of passion. Dash watched in awe as Pinkie's passage convulsed before her, winking maddy before spraying her with fluids. Pinkie rolled off of her and collapsed. Without her to hold Dash's legs apart, Rainbow quickly trapped the other Pinkie's head with her thighs, pulling her in tighter. A giggle shot waves of pleasure through her and drew a shuddering "ah" from her mouth.

"Mmmmm. Louder..." slurred the spent Pinkie, rudding a hoof along the edges of her splayed wings as Pinkie Two's tongue flicked over her clit.

"Ah!" she tried to stifle it, but the pleasure shoot up from between her legs and the way Pinkie was playing with her wing forced it out.

"Again."

"Ah!"

"Again!"

"AH!"

Soon Pinkie was rubbing her wing and cutie mark, sending wave of euphoria to clash with the sheer mind numbing pleasure the other Pinkie was causing. The cries weren't so quiet anymore as Dash closed in on her climax.

Her legs relaxed slightly and Pinkie took immediate advantage, slipping out from between them. Dash cried in frustration. A wordless howl that was cut off as Pinkie's butt filled her vision.

She attacked the wide open lips before her, striving to inspire her tormentor to get back to work. She felt Pinkie's tongue once again begin to work between her legs and relaxed. Soon she was moaning and panting just as much as before. And each grunt, each yelp of pleasure was fed back into the pony who was so expertly keeping her on edge.

Her eyes shot open as they felt a second tongue. This one working lower. Much lower. A long, throaty moan, the longest yet, escaped her mouth as she felt the second tongue pressed against her ass. Pinkie wrapped her lips around her clitoris. Pinkie pressed inwards, opening her rear. It was too much for the pegasus. Dash's eyes squeezed shut so hard she saw stars and flashes of color and she screamed as her climax overtook her.

When she came to, she was curled around a single Pinkie Pie, lying in the middle of the floor of Sugarcube Corner. No sign of the double, nor anypony else, was evident. As she shifted, trying to figure out how to stand without disturbing her friend, Pinkie opened her eyes.

"Did you like your surprise, Dash?"

"Yeah. Yeah I did." A smile formed on Dash's mouth. "In fact, I liked it so much that I have an idea."

"Oh?" Pinkie played with the orange tip of her mane.

"Yeah. I think we should see if Fluttershy'd like a surprise of her own."