Best Friends (Speedclop)

The bell of the door in the other room jingled. "Just a minute!" Pinkie's singsong voice carried out from the kitchen of Sugarcude Corner. She carefully removed a hot tray of freshly baked cookies from the over and set them atop to cool. Sliding a new pie in, she tapped the button that had a slice of pie on it and kicked the oven door closed. She wiped her hooves on her apron before heading out into the customer area.

"Rarity!" she chirped. It was indeed her fashionable friend. "Hi! How's it going?" Wait. There was some other questions she was supposed to ask, even of her friends. Her brow knit together for a second before she remembered. "Oh yeah! What can I get for you?"

"Hello, PInkie dear," Rarity said. "Hrm. I'm not really that hungry, just stopping in for a quite snack. Perhaps a small taste of pie?" Rarity was making a fun face at her. Her eyes were half closed and she licked her lips as she said the last word. The unicorn rolled her head slightly, which made her mane bounce around.

"Hrm." Pinkie sat back on her haunches, her eyes rolled up in thought as she tapped her chin with a hoof. She stayed that way for several seconds until Rarity cleared her throat. "How about lemon?" Pinkie asked.

"Um. Perhaps I wasn't quite clear, my darling. I'm not really interested in fruit fillings. I'm after a taste of something that's not on the menu dear."

Pinkie's face screwed up in confusion. Rarity was rubbing her forehead with a hoof. "Pinkie Pie," she said. "I would like for you"—a hoof touched her on the nose—"and me"—Rarity pointed at herself with that same hoof—"to adjourn to a more private room"—now pointed to the double doors separating the customer area from the staff area—"where we can engage in somewhat more carnal affairs."

Pinkie smiled at Rarity, but confusion ruled her face still. "You want a carnival?"

"No you silly mare!" Rarity shouted. "I want to rut you senseless!"

"But," confusion somehow still had purcahse on her face. "Twilight's calendar. Mine's blank today!"

"As is mine dear. Why do you think I'm here?"

"Silly, you're supposed to come here when it has my cutie mark! And my cutie mark is balloons, not blankness!" Pinkie's eyes widened. "Unless it changed!" She frantically inspected her own hips counting aloud. "One, two, three... four, five, six! See? Balloons." She helpfully wiggled her rear at Rarity. Somepony made a small growling sound.

"Dear. What does a blank spot mean?"

"Um, that we have a break?" Pinkie guessed, but Rarity was already shaking her head.

"No. It means we are free." Rarity's eyes fluttered. "To do whatever"—she rolled her neck, stretching her neck—"or whoever we wish."

Understanding brought a genuine smile to Pinkie's face. A smile that made Rarity's cheeks sore just to look at. She hopped over the counter and gave Rarity a quick peck on her nose before she zipped over to the door and flipped the sign to closed. Her grin widened further as she looked back to see Rarity's ass swaying back and forth as she sauntered through the double doors. Humming to herself, she bounced back to the kitchen.

The place was really a mess. Pinkie had been in the midst of one of her baking frenzies when Rarity showed up. Muffin tins and cake pans littered the counters, flour and sugar were everywhere, rolling pins and cookie cutters were spread across any and all surfaces. "Sorry about the mess." Pinkie sheepishly grinned. "I'll just get a few of these out of the way." She bent down to pick up a half full fudge pan when suddenly she felt a great weight slam onto her back.

"Now, now, darling," Rarity cooed from atop her, grinding against Pinkie's rump. "Don't go to any trouble on my account. Glancing back over her shoulder, Pinkie saw Rarity's horn begin to glow. She collapsed to the floor giggling as Rarity's magic tickled her. The unicorn nuzzled the back of her neck. "There's no need to clean just when we're just going to get dirty again," she whispered in Pinkie's ear before nipping it lightly.

Rarity began to rock slightly and Pinkie could feel a dampness soak into her coat. At the same time, she felt a tingly something begin to lightly brush her thighs. Her own heat began to rise as Rarity's magic teased her, coming oh so close without ever actually touching her right where she wanted it.

Rarity began to slide back and forth on top of her. When she slide forward, she pushed against the grain of Pinkie's coat, sending a prickling sensation through her back, when she slide back, her own coat pricked Pinkie's rump. This combined with the maddening way her magic was playing with her and Pinkie was soon whimpering and shuddering.

She gave a yelp as Rarity yanked her tail. Her eyes widened as she felt that tingley sensation press against her ass. Shudders and quiet, hiccup-like cries wracked her as Rarity slowly pressed her magic inside of her, stretching her wide. Spiderwebs of prickling tingliness shot through her. It was a almost, but not completely, unlike the pins and needles feeling she sometimes got when watching her cupcakes cook.

Pinkie gasped as Rarity began to thrust against her dock, moving her magical phallus in time with her hips. Rarity nibbled on her ear again, and a low moan escaped the earth pony's mouth.

At first, Rarity kept her thrusts shallow, letting Pinkie adapt to the very different sensation of her magic. As Pinkie began to thrust back, Rarity pressed in further, working her magic in deeper with each thrust.

Pinkie felt the impossibly firm and insubstantial force invading her most tender areas, fitting itself to her insides the way no toy possibly could. Just as it was starting to tip from pleasurably deep to painful, Rarity gave her tail another yank, prompting a throating moan from her, and slammed her own hips against the top of Pinkie's rump.

Rarity began to grind, dragging her wet sex around in circles and pressing hard against the top of Pinkie's tail. Her magic kept pace with her and soon Pinkie was crying out with every cycle. Rarity was beginning to pant. Pinkie would have noted how much of her rump was matted and soaked with Rarity's excitement, but she was too far gone to focus on anything except the tingling fuzzy forced inside her.

Pinkie yelped as Rarity yanked her mane and ground her hips harder. Her around the mouthful of frizzy hair, Rarity was panting and moaning. Her breathing became ragged and she started thrusting erratically. Having nothing to bite or gag here, Pinkie let loose a high pitched cry as she felt her entire body winding up. And another as a small tendril of magic found her pleasure nub and seemed to rub and suck on it at the same time.

A squeal from the mare on top of her and a sudden flood of wet warmth over her backside tipped her over the edge. Her front legs shot out in all directions, knocking over a stack of mixing bowls and sending a large cloud of flour into the air. Pinkie's inner walls convulsed, seeking to squeeze nothing.

She felt the magic construct inside her loose form and vanish in the midst of her orgasm. Only half aware of what she was doing, Pinkie rolled over in place and yanked the unicorn towards her, pressing her lips almost painfully hard against Rarity's as she moaned into her friend's mouth.

They stayed that way for several moments. Not so much kissing as mimicking one. When she could breathe properly again, Pinkie broke the pesudo-kiss. "Oh my gosh, Rarity, that was amazing!" Pinkie's voice was still a little horse. "I've never had someone do that before!"

Rarity lay her head on Pinkie's chest. "I'm glad."—Rarity had yet to recover completely—"You liked it. Dear." She nuzzled Pinkie's neck.

As Rarity's horn brushed her muzzled, Pinkie got an idea. Next time it came within striking distance, Pinkie's tongue shot out and wrapping around the tip, prompting a sharp "ah" from Rarity. "P-Pinkie?" she gasped.

Pinkie release the horn. "Aw? You made me feel so good, Rarity. I'm totally wound up, like a balloon twisted into a pretzel! I just want to made you feel good too!"

A murmured "mm hm" was all she needed. In one smooth motion, Pinkie wrapped her lips around Rarity's horn and pressed her muzzled down around it. She slowly slide down the horn, running her tongue along the entire length of it until the tip poked the back of her throat. Rarity was quietly moaning and twitching on top of her.

Pinkie wiggled a few inches out from under Rarity, giving her a better angle. She slide up Rarity's horn until only the very tip was between her lips. Her tongue played against the tip, drawing a whine from Rarity. Smiling around the horn, Pinkie took a deep breath and then jerked forward, swallowing the horn.

The few inches she had gained gave her a much better angle and instead of poking into the back of her mouth, The tip went into her throat. Pinkie's lips brushed the top of Rarity's head. Rarity squealed as once more she drew head head back, this time giving it a little twist. Pinkie's eyes took on a look of determination. With a squeak she thrust forward once more, taking all of Rarity's horn and pressing her lips firmly against the unicorn's forehead.

Rarity's moaned—a low throaty moan—as her horn shot sparkles of blue magic down Pinkie's throat. Her limbs twitched and flexed as the other mare began to suck, swallowing all of the spent magic and coaxing yet more from her friend.

When Rarity could think properly again, she raised her head and kissed her friend. Pinkie giggled and Rarity felt a fuzzy, burning sensation as Pinkie pressed some remains of her magical runoff back into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide, but she didn't break the kiss. Once Pinkie finally pulled away, Rarity was able to slowly get to her unsteady hooves and take stock of herself.

Her coat was stained with flour and fudge. Somehow, a bit of strawberry batter had gotten into her mane. Pinkie was covered with all sorts of batter and baking bits. The other mare giggled again. "That made my mouth feel funny!" Pinkie quipped.

Rarity blushed and glanced away. "Yes. Um, it was quite the... experience, dear." When she looked back, Pinkie's face was a bare inch away from hers. "Um, Pinkie?" she asked.

"Uh. I know you probably want to go home and get cleaned up, but um..." Pinkie's eyes searched hers. "I was kinda wondering... I have a tub and we could... Um. Get clean together?"

Rarity smiled. "That would be lovely, dear." She kissed Pinkie again. Even if she was likely to need another bath after this one, there was nothing, and no one, she'd rather do.