Best Friends (Speedclop)

by kits

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sex, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn
Length: 7720

Six very good friends have sexy adventures in 69 minutes or less

The Bearers of the Elements of Harmony are as close as any circle of friends can be. They do a lot for each other in the name of friendship. Sometimes friendship means letting a pony spend hours fitting you for a dress because she thinks it goes perfect with your mane, and sometimes it means not tearing the dress too badly, pinning her to the floor, and making her scream your name.

As an extra challenge added onto the EQaD Speedclop event, these stories will all take place in the same continuity. Because why the hell not?

These are speedfics. There are gonna be errors. I've 69 minutes to write and post each one.

Published 2012-08-04 23:24:03 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-26 21:03:02 UTC

Everypony Loves Dash - Roleplay (ApplePie)

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.

Hurricane - Caught(FlutterDash)

Fluttershy hovered outside of Dash's cloudy home. She wasn't sure she should do this, or even that she could. Trying to make Rainbow Dash do something she thought made her look weak was next to impossible. Maybe she had been mistaken?

Fluttershy landed on the lip of cloud that served as Dash's porch. Her hooves sunk a distressingly long way into the cloud before her innate magic buoyed her up. Walking on clouds always took getting used to after the firm earth. She sat down, running over the earlier day's events in her head.

Rainbow dove towards the ground, corkscrewing wildly as she fell. She pulled the barrel roll tighter and tighter, the goal being to end up in a lateral spin. She spun faster as her rotations grew smaller. Suddenly, she hit a pocket of turbulence and went careening off sideways, and right into a tree.

Brushing off her offer of assistance, and Pinkie's and Twilight's, Dash had announced her practice was over. She needed to work out some kinks in her new trick. Twilight had suggested lunch, with Pinkie offering to supply cookies and milk, but Dash had begged off under the pretense she needed a nap from her workout. Then she trotted off.

She had trotted off. Not glided away, not flown to a cloud. She'd walked. The other clue had been her seeming inability to furl her wings completely. Fluttershy had seen injured animals do similar things, keeping a wounded limb extended because the swelling made it hurt too much to bend.

No, Dash needed her help. Inhaling, her face set in a determined grimace, Fluttershy knocked on Dash's door.

The cloud made no sound as her hoof gently squished a small indent into it. Even that was gone when she withdrew her leg. Clouds. It was so easy to forget things like this. Clearing her throat softly, she prepared to call for Dash, when she heard s high pitched yelp from inside that cut off almost as it began.

Dash sounded like she was in pain. Fluttershy's eyes narrowed and she shoved the cloud door aside. She charged into her friend's home. "Don't worry Dash," she called to her injured friend. "I'm..."

Her charge petered out and slowed to a stall. Her mouth fell open in shock as her face turned beet red. She tried to look away, but she couldn't remove her gaze from her oldest friend.

Dash lay on her back, her tail wrapped under her butt, clamped firmly in her mouth, and pulled taunt as she strained her necks. Her rear legs were spread wide to each side and her coat was soaked through with sweat. Her swollen marehood was slick with liquid, some of which covered her hoof. Clutching in her other limb, was a picture frame. Fluttershy could only catch a flash of pink and cream as Rainbow dropped it face down on the floor. Dash's own eyes widened, pupils shrinking down to pinpricks as she lock her gaze onto Fluttershy's. "Um," Dash stalled. "Uh. Knock next time?" she half suggested.

Dash's voice shocked her into action. She fell to the floor as her wings snapped to her flanks and hid her face behind a curtain of hair. "Oh my! Dash–I didn't– I mean..." she stammered, growing more panicked as each attempt to apologize failed. Dash's sweat slick coat; her flushed face; her toned legs sticking into the air; her lovely tail pulled under her firm ass, stretched tight, displaying her swollen sex. Fluttershy's wings were no longer glue to her flanks, but jutting into the air. And she had just become aware of this.

"I'm sorry!" she finally burst out as she turned to flee.

"Fluttershy wait!" Dash called, halting her in her tracks. "It's fine! It's ok!" Soft squishing sounds—hooves on clouds—sounded as Dash approached her. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

She didn't turn around. How could she? Rainbow would see her face and know. She wasn't embarrassed. Her eyes were wide and mouth opened slightly for the same reason her wings were on display, and the same reason her tail...

She bit her lip and closed her eyes to keep from crying. How could she have been so stupid? Even though Dash couldn't see anything with as long as it way, her tail was still quite obviously flagging. A chocked sob forced it's way out of her throat. Dash was sure to think she was some kind of creepy stalker pony now.

There was the soft whisk of hooves being dragged through the top layer of mist on the floor and she she felt a pair of legs slide carefully around her neck, avoiding her sensitive wings. "Fluttershy, are you ok?"

She threw herself into te hug, wrapping her own legs around Rainbow. "Oh Dash, I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I thought you were hurt so I came to help, but then when I heard you..." she trailed off. There was no need to go into what she saw, that would only cause her more embarrassment.

"And you caught me cloppin'," Dash finished for her. She nodded.

She drew in a surprise breath as Dash relaxed the hug to run a hoof up the leading edge of her wing. Dash chuckled. "I guess you liked it?"

Fluttershy whimpered. She so badly wanted what Dash was doing to her, but it was just too embarrassing. As Dash's hoof began to stroke down her wing, against the grain but very careful not to bend any feathers too far, she squeaked.

"Can't say I blame you," Dash said. "I am pretty hot."

Fluttershy hide her face against Dash's neck, pressing in tight as Rainbow continued to stroke her aching wings. Her tail strained to lift higher and her wings ached to extend further, that Dash might have more surface to play with. Primaries splayed and flexed, as if in flight, as she opened her mouth and nipped Dash's neck. She whispered, almost too soft for anypony to hear. "Please, I– I want more."

Chuckling Dash pulled away from their embrace. She locked gazes with Fluttershy. The timid pegasus may have imagined it, but Dash's own pupils contracted and her wings quivered in arousal. "Lie down," Dash commanded.

Fluttershy lay down on the cloud-floor, her head tilting involuntarily to maintain eye contact. Contact that was broken when as Dash bent down to press her lips against Fluttershys. Her eyes closed as she leaned into the kiss. Dash's tongue slipped through her lips and began to explore her mouth. Her own wrapped around Dash's, enveloping it. She sought not to fight, but to welcome.

After several long moments, Dash withdrew, leaving her tongue wrapped in Fluttershy's embrace as long a possible. As it passed her lips, a single strand of saliva sought to keep the connection they had shared alive, until it too was broken.

Fluttershy slowly opened her eyes to gaze at the face of her lover. Rainbow's own mouth was parted as she panted, Her tongue still stuck out between her lips and her blue coat was tinged purple with the rush of blood to her face. "Wow," Dash whispered breathlessly. Fluttershy had to agree.

With a tiny shake, Dash's face became determined. She marched around to Fluttershy's side. She felt Dash's muzzle burrow into her mane, felt the cool air as Dash inhaled deeply and then let the breath out with a groan. "You smell totally awesome," Dash murmured. "Just... amazing." The complement brought a rush of heat to her face and between her legs.

She felt Dash's muzzle withdraw, already missing the intimate connection and hoping for more. She was not left long in waiting. A hoof brushed her tail aside, sending tingles shooting throughout her body. Biting her lip to keep from screaming, she braced fro what was to come next.

Dash wasted no time; her hoof began to gently massage her slit. "Ah!" she criedlocking her rear legs, even as her font ones collapsed and exposing even more of her most intimate area to her oldest friend.

Something firm and warm and so very gentle seized a primary and began working along it's edge, even as Dash's hoof stroked up and down her slick fold. She gasped as Dash's tongue began to tug and pull along her feathers. She began to softly squeak with each ragged breath as Dash continued her methodical preening.

She yelped as Dash's teeth nipped the sensitive flesh of her wing. The brief shock of slight pain stood out against the sea of bliss she was floating in. It sent tingles shooting directly through body and straight between her legs. The slight pain faded under the warmth of her continued dual massage. Another jolt of pleasure/pain shot through her groin as Rainbow gave one of her feathers a tug that was slightly too hard, pulling it slightly too far out of position before smoothing it back in. It was becoming too much. "Please," she whispered between little cries. "Please!"

Dash snorted, withdrawing both hoof and muzzle. A plaintive whine filled the room and Fluttershy was shocked to discover the source was her. "Oh please, Rainbow!" she pled at just below speaking volume.

"Please what?" Dash prompted, her wing folded over to stroke Fluttershy's flank.

Oh no! Was she going to have to beg? "Please... keep going," she tried. "I want... I want..." She couldn't say it. She shuddered; she was so close, even just Dash's wing was almost pushing her over the edge.

"What do you want?" Dash asked as her tongue flicked out to lap over Fluttershy's cutiemark, sending sparkles through her mind and moving her a fraction of an inch closer to climaxing; a fraction she hadn't thought was there. "Just tell me, Fluttershy. Just what do you want the most awesome pegasus in Ponyville to do?"

"I want you– I want you to–" Her voice trembled along with her nearly overstimulated body.

"Yes?" Dash blew on her sex, stealing her breath for a moment.

"LOVE ME!" she cried.

True to her reputation as the fastest, no sooner were the words out of her mouth than Dash's tongue lashed out and struck her stiff clit and then buried itself deep within her folds. Fluttershy hollered into the floor as her body spasmed, drenching Dash's chin in her scent as she came. The tongue that had so thoroughly explored her mouth now pressed against her convulsing walls, stimulating her even as she road her orgasm.

Her body flushed with heat as she finally came down form her high. When Dash removed her muzzle from between her haunches, she collapsed fully on the floor. The mare immediately began to preen her other wing. With her tension released and without the hoof stroking her marehood, it relaxed didn't send waves of sexual pleasure tingling into her haunches. Instead, she felt safe and protected, and wanted. She closed her eyes as Dash's expert mouth groomed her.

After a long moment she opened her eyes again. Dash was sitting next her a wing draped over her back. The steady pressure against her side let her know Dash was asleep. Asleep and cuddling with her.

A glint of silver just in front of her nose caught her eye. She slowly extends a leg towards the picture frame and tilted it up. She didn't know what she expected to find, but it certainly wasn't a picture of her with fogged goggles and a determined glare on her face, flying through the heart of a tornado.

Next to her Dash mumbled. "Knew you could do it...Sexy...'Shy."

Dash's Birthday Present - Rule 63(PinkieDash)

It was too long so I put it here
Apologies for people who get this alert twice, but I figured you guys tracked this for a reason.

Two Slices of Pie - My Own Clone (PinkieDashPie)

"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."

Day Off - Customer Satisfaction (Pinkity)

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.