Trifurcate
The pillow soared across the room like a cloud caught in the midst of a storm. The thin material cover rippled as it pushed its way through the air, unwittingly continuing on its predestined course towards a target chosen by another. The pillow never asked for this. It had begun its day the same way it began every other: holding up the head of any one of its three owners.
Its momentum carried it forward, heading for a conclusion it couldn't fail to miss. The two jutting-out corners of pillowcase flapped uncontrolled in the winds, underscoring its velocity. It sped through Twilight's library bedroom, cutting through the thin saturation of dust that was a natural by-product of a thousand years of literature all gathered in one place.
Rainbow Dash, the athletic pegasus with an unkempt mane and an unpolished personality, yelped and twisted on her axis with a heavy flap of her left wing. As she moved through the air with every one of her senses running on overdrive, she watched the unfortunate pillow speed past where she had occupied mere instants ago. Her flight instincts resolved vectors, wind drifts, and gravity drop-offs faster than she could blink to work out the pillow's true target—she knew neither of the ponies in the room would be so naive as to think they could hit her in the air.
No, the pillow's course took it on a perfect parabola down onto the head of the earth pony currently hiding behind a tail-high mini-bookshelf. Pinkie Pie hadn't noticed it yet. Given her average reaction time, Dash surmised she wouldn't, and was soon to get a feather-filled surprise slamming into the back of her neck at speeds fast enough to send her into a daze.
Knowing the pillow's trajectory, it would have been easy for the hyperactive pegasus to trace its course back to the perpetrator. However, there was only one other pony in the room, and she had plenty of reason to be throwing pillows. Twilight Sparkle stood out in the open, horn gleaming with the pure force of magic currently coursing through her body. Her eyes were sharp and gleaming, darting around the room almost as fast as Rainbow Dash's could keep up. Oh Celestia, is Twilight sexy when she's thinking, ran through Dash's mind, before she had to break off and pull another few loops and twists to avoid the barrage of bedding heading directly for Pinkie's hiding place.
Rainbow Dash didn't need to work all of that out. She knew the pillows were coming, and she knew both the sender and intended recipient. She knew why they were being sent. Darting between the gaps as they sped through the air rather than just sitting down somewhere safe on the floor was just a distraction from the core issue at hoof; Rainbow Dash did not know what to do.
“Yeah, well, you're… a…” Pinkie Pie snapped, shouting over her cover and ducking behind it in an attempt to avoid Twilight's light artillery. Every few moments she picked up what she had and threw it back, ineffectually flinging fabric and mean words against a near-impenetrable wall of magic and irritation. “A fun-hating… fun hater!”
“I'm the fun hater?!” Twilight shot back, punctuating every word with another piece of her once perfectly made bed. “It's you that isn't fun! It's you that doesn't make any sense! It's you that keeps reading all my books upside-down and pretending to understand them!”
“I can read upside-down!” Pinkie said; her voice was halfway between irritation and exasperation, her face was merely exasperated. Rainbow Dash had never known the bubbly pink mare angry until she'd seen her and Twilight share a bed. Then it had become an all-too familiar sensation.
“Guys!” Dash interjected, “Calm down already! You'll break som-”
“No!” both other parties simultaneously shouted, turning and lobbing their 15-tog missiles into Dash's general airspace. She evaded the first few, but with that many pillows in the air she didn't have anywhere to run and soon found herself slammed against the back wall, sandwiched between silk and wood. As some small consolation, the pile of pillows broke her fall and let her lay dazed on comfortable bedding rather than a cold and unforgiving floor.
“Ow,” Dash quietly groaned, massaging one of her wings and trying not to wince. Before her eyes the air became more and more saturated by makeshift weaponry, yet neither side was showing any signs of slowing. Rainbow Dash didn't play pillow fights with Twilight anymore, because as fast and nimble as she was Twilight could win through sheer force. Pinkie Pie should have said the same, but somehow the pink pony could keep up and be in the requisite three places at once. If only she could do that when not driving Twilight up the wall, Dash thought, Man, what I wouldn't give to have two pieces of dat ass. Rainbow Dash shook her head, partially to clear the daze from striking the wall so hard, but mostly in a desperate attempt to stop fantasising about two Pinkie Pies. One was already more than she could handle.
In an instant, the battle fell silent and the air became clear. A moment later, an indignant squeak shot across the room, immediately followed by a pink blur and an ear-splitting “Wheee!”
“That's cheating!” Twilight snapped, scraping her hoof against the floorboards and brandishing her unlikely weapons threateningly. “You aren't allowed to do… whatever it is you just did!”
“Am too!” Pinkie replied, sticking her tongue out and wiggling her head in a confident and irritating manner.
Twilight groaned in frustration and turned to grab the rulebook—Chapter fourteen of Slumber 101: All you've ever wanted to know about slumber parties but were afraid to ask—while unceremoniously dropping everything she carried.
“Twi, is that really necessa-”
“Yes! If we don't play by the rules then how can we play at all?”
Pinkie giggled, drawing Twilight's most powerful death-stare. The colour drained from Rainbow's face simply from being in its immediate proximity—she feared the days when she was its target. Twilight Sparkle was a passionate lover and terrifying enemy. Rainbow Dash preferred to be the former; disagreements brought her far too close to the latter.
“Do you have something to add, Pinkie?” Twilight snapped.
“Nope! Well, sorta!” Pinkie jumped up and dived at Twilight, landing half an inch short of her and nuzzling the side of her chest. “We're totally not following the rules! One plus one plus one is THREE!” Pinkie exclaimed in a singsong voice.
“Tha- that's different!” Dash interrupted, “we don't have to follow those rules, right Twi?”
“No, maybe Pinkie Pie is right.”
Rainbow Dash hugged her wings a little closer to her body to try and counteract the extreme chill that set over the room. The air grew so silent she could hear her two friends' breaths, and the unmistakable sound of paper scraping against paper as Twilight idly flicked through the pages of a guidebook that suddenly nobody had any interest in.
“Twilight!” Dash said, trying her best to keep the pain from tingeing the edges of her voice, “You can't mean that!” Regardless of her personal feelings, Dash had an image to maintain. That still didn't stop it from hurting when the two ponies she was closer to than anything else fought.
“I can and I do,” she snapped, before turning her back and trotting downstairs, leaving behind her a Twilight-shaped hole in the forgotten linen.
The two remaining ponies sat in silence, listening to the clip-clop of Twilight's hooves as she walked around below them before finally coming to a stop, scraping a chair along the ground before presumably slumping down onto it. Then there was silence.
“Did you have to say that, Pinkie?” Dash asked with a half-sigh and heavy heart, feeling once more like the tiny blue string keeping the two sides of an incompatible dichotomy from violently flying apart, taking the two sides of her soul with them.
“No,” the other mare replied, sounding unusually downtrodden. “I just… she! I! I was just making a joke; she normally laughs at my jokes!”
“You know how she gets about rules, Pink. You know that rule is still pretty touchy for her.”
“It's been months! Nopony else cares,” Pinkie pleaded, as if convincing Dash it was the truth would make the problem downstairs go away.
“Except Twilight,” Dash patiently exclaimed. 'Patiently', she thought, since when have I been patient? What the hay did these two do to me? “Remember what she was like at first?”
“You think we should what?!” Twilight exclaimed, dropping her book and jaw in shock and awe, respectively. Rainbow Dash stood before her, bold as brass, suggesting impossibilities. “Look, Dash, I know this is difficult for all of us but we can't do that. We're going to have to work this problem out between ourselves. What would everypony else think? What would Celestia think?”
“She's fine with it, I already asked her.”
“You did what?! Oh this is bad, Dash do you have any idea what you've done?!”
“She's fine with it!”
“Fine? Fine?! It's abnormal! She'll make me go to relationship counselling again! Oh, it'll be even worse than last time,” Twilight said. Her face distorted in self-concern and fear and her eyes began to dart around the room, checking every possible entrance in case royal guards began to pour through.
“Relationship counselling?” Dash asked. “You never told me about that.”
“Twilight, it's not healthy to lock yourself away,” Twilight replied, dismissively mimicking the soft and infinitely understanding tones of one of Canterlot's best psychologists. “You just have to accept your brother will be away at training for a long time, and will have to make new friends. And so on. He left me alone after I started turning all his quills into snakes.”
“I thought you were afraid of snakes?”
Twilight nodded and shuddered. “He had a lot of quills.”
“Uh… huh. Whatever, Twi. That's not gonna happen this time, okay? It's the best solution to our problem! C'mon, can't you at least give it a try?” Dash pleaded, staring deep into the eyes of the unicorn she loved so much, and the one that put her through so much pain to get it. Celestia damnit, Twi, you feel just as strongly for her as I do, Dash thought, I can't believe I'm even asking this.
The purple mare sighed. “Fine, but if I get carted off to Canterlot again you two are coming with me.”
“Deal!” Pinkie shouted, shuffling out from under Twilight's carpet.
“How long have you been listening?” Dash asked.
“Huh? I just got here, silly!” Pinkie replied, bouncing over to her pegasus' side and giving her a long, heartfelt nuzzle. “As for you, miss pointy-pants-” Pinkie leaped over to Twilight in a single bound and lightly kissed her on the cheek- “I love you too.”
Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes and, with a flash of her horn, pulled her two new-found loves close for a tight group hug. “So, which of us sleeps in the middle?”
“Me, obviously,” Dash quickly replied. “You're my mares.”
“Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Dash, I dunno what I'd do without you.” Pinkie beamed and playfully pushed her head into Dash's shoulder. “I should go say sorry, huh? Even though I totally didn't mean it, but that's okay beca-”
“Pinkie.”
The pink pony's mouth clamped shut. Rainbow Dash pointed at the stairs; they had a conversation to have with a prickly unicorn.
Twilight was sitting at her kitchen table occasionally sipping at a hastily procured hay smoothie and staring off into space, deep in thought. “Look, I'm sorry,” she said a moment before the two ponies approaching her could sit down at the opposite side of her desk. “You just get on my nerves sometimes, Pinkie. You can be so random tha-”
“Unpredictable!” Pinkie interrupted.
“-that even though I try and understand you, I just can't. That's really hard for me.”
“That's okay, Twilight! Sometimes you make my tail all sad and twitchy too! You're such an egghead a-”
“I prefer well-read.”
“-nd I don't understand you either, not when you use made up words like 'Pinkius' or 'Viscous' o-”
“Those are real.”
“-r 'turquoise'.” Pinkie's hoof reached up to stroke her chin. “Wait, no, that one's real, I heard Rarity say it once.”
Twilight's ear twitched. “Those are too words, and if you want to have anything betwixt your nethers that's not run on magic in the next month you'll read a dictionary. Celestia-damnit Pinkie Pie, you are so unpredictable and you never do what I tell you to and you never stop doing what I tell you not to and you always look at me with that stupid grin and by Celestia do I love you for it.” Twilight's face met the table hard enough that her glass rattled, coming close to falling over but not quite making it. “So why do I get so mad?”
Pinkie leapt across the table, knocking the glass aside and pushing Twilight to the floor. “Who cares? We can't be all lovey-dovey all the time, Twily!” she said.
Rainbow Dash winced, almost dropping the glass she'd reflexively rescued from a certain-death trip to the floor beneath. I hate that nickname, she thought. That pile sure does look comfy, though…
Dash leapt on top of Pinkie Pie before she could release another word, effectively sandwiching her between the two mares. She locked eyes with Twilight and their glance lingered for just a moment, before Twilight's eyes darted off to the left. The left… Dash thought, fighting through the first flushes of arousal brought on by sudden proximity to Pinkie Pie's rear. She's been wiggling that thing at me all day, it's about time Twi gave me a sign, she said to herself. A fraction of a second later, she remembered what exactly the left meant and wrapped all four legs around Pinkie's body—tight.
“H- hey! No fair!” Pinkie squeaked, struggling in Dash's forelegs. “I was cheering Twilight up!”
“Oh Pinkie, you will cheer me up. You're my mare, remember,” Twilight whispered, teleporting out from under Pinkie's body in the blink of an eye. She nodded to Rainbow Dash and her wings sprung into action, lifting the trussed-up earth pony into the air, completely helpless. “I'm going to get you so sticky,” she said, licking her lips as she looked upon her feast.
“She's been wiggling at you too then, I guess?” Dash asked.
“All day. It's how she thanked me for breakfast.”
“Uh, guys?” Pinkie interrupted, though not in her usual sing-song tone that would indicate her protests were pretend.
Damn, Dash thought. I was looking forward to that. “Yeah?” she said, loosening her grip enough that Pinkie could escape if she wanted to—if she really wanted to, anyway; Dash didn't want to give up that easily.
Pinkie, much to the other two gathered ponies' disappointment, took the opportunity to leap from Dash's grip and gallop over to the table, yanking two envelopes from it and leaping back to present one to each pony.
“What're these, consent forms?” Twilight joked. Rainbow Dash giggled, though not entirely at Twilight's joke. She remembered all too well the nights where Twilight got to choose their activities; never before had she seen a list of words that sticky and been forced to sign, in triplicate, that she wouldn't stop before it was done.
“No, silly, they're order forms! We've got a super-big cake order in over at the Corner and it's totally my turn to decide what we do together!”
Twilight and Dash looked at each other. I can't believe she's been teasing us all morning for this, Dash thought, shaking her head to clear the last of her now unfortunately unwanted arousal. Twilight shook her head in similar exasperation and followed the now-bouncing Pinkie Pie as she made her way to Sugarcube Corner.
Once there, the trio was met with a pony-high pile of unbaked ingredients. From bags of flour as thick as Pinkie's hind to eggs as long as Twilight's horn, there was enough assorted stuff to bake a banquet for a princess. The remainder of the room was spotless, recently cleaned in hasty preparation.
Twilight picked up the recipe from atop the pile and began to skim the steps. “Okay, Dash? Pre-heat those ovens. I'll start breaking some eggs,” she ordered a few moments later, immediately taking charge.
“What about me?” Pinkie asked.
“Go grab your apron, sexy.”
Rainbow Dash trotted over to the twin ovens set against the wall of Sugarcube Corner's kitchen and turned the knobs, twisting the needle past pictograms depicting ice cubes, hay, or bread, before finally settling on the Cupcake setting. She immediately began to feel the heat radiating against her legs as the magic crystals set against the interiors began to do their task and heat the ovens to a perfect cupcake baking temperature.
Twilight grabbed the carton of eggs and pulled a bowl from one of the cupboards at the far end of the room. Each egg was simultaneously cracked by producing exactly the right amount of pressure at the weak point, and then the yolk inside was deposited inside the bowl. The mixture was whisked with a thought. “Pinkie?” she asked, looking around for the only real baker they had.
“One- One moment,” Pinkie called from another room, “I'm coming!”
“Yeah, she'll say that later,” Dash said, quietly enough only Twilight could hear.
“Oh, I doubt it, Rainbow. I don't plan on letting her talk.”
“Oh Celestia, you hold a sexy grudge.”
Twilight grinned and wiggled a small stick of butter in the air while licking her lips. “I have some recipes I've been dying to test.”
“Ooh, I could help! I know recipes!” Pinkie replied, bouncing into the room with her pink apron tied tightly around her chest. Its official purpose was, of course, to keep Pinkie safe and clean. The actual purpose was because both Twilight and Dash had agreed that Pinkie's rear end looked simply spectacular with a thin piece of string wrapped tightly around it, squeezing it tight and showing off just how plump Pinkie really was.
“I'm sure you can,” Twilight knowingly replied, hiding her wink to Dash by catching Pinkie's attention with a bag of sugar. “For now, though, could you just mix this with the butter? Dash, get some baking trays and that strawberry sauce.”
“Perfect!” Twilight said some time later, beholding the thick goop she was steadily pouring into small paper cases resting in a baking tray. The mixture really was perfect. The three bowls full of mixture that had come before were not perfect, nor was the light sprinkling of sugar over seemingly every surface and pony, or the bag of flour that Dash had dropped on the floor after a particularly badly timed slap on the rump courtesy of Pinkie Pie.
“Please can we bake these now?” Dash said, sitting on top of a pile of bags of sugar to rest her aching wings.
“I think so, yes,” Twilight responded, and carried the two full trays of cupcake mixture over to the two ovens that had been ready to accept them for almost an hour now.
Pinkie slumped against the floor, coated in almost every ingredient they'd used. “Okay, fifteen minutes to do whatever we want!” Pinkie exclaimed, closing her eyes for a moment and wiggling the tips of her hooves. By the time her eyelids slid back open, Rainbow Dash was already in flight and about half an inch away from her.
“Gotcha now,” Dash boasted, wrapping her legs around Pinkie's body and hoisting her into the air. She took a deep breath, taking in the smell of Pinkie's tail, and buried her head in it. I've been waiting too long for this, she thought as her eyes became saturated by pink puffy tail and she held her lover slash prey so tightly she could feel all the tiniest movements of her body and every breath she took.
“Fifteen minutes,” Twilight echoed, “to do whoever we want. Dash, do you want to do the honours or shall I?”
Pinkie Pie squeaked in response as she felt Dash's tongue press against the base of her tail, slowly licking down in a wide arc.
“Oh!” Pinkie giggled. “You two really have been waiting. Careful, there are customers ju-u-ust through that door!” she sang, locking eyes with Twilight and staring straight at them. Twilight Sparkle licked her lips.
Twilight yanked the half-blue, half-pink flying machine straight towards her, trusting in Dash's ability to stay airborne no matter what. She half-closed her eyes and turned her head, meeting Pinkie's in mid-air and kissing deeply. Pinkie—somehow—tasted of butter cream, with perhaps a hint of strawberry sauce. Twilight moaned in approval, sending her tongue sliding against Pinkie's cheeks and teeth in an attempt to taste as much of the trussed-up mare as she could manage.
Pinkie kissed back, sliding her tongue through Twilight's lips under cover of delicious distraction. Twilight tasted like… Twilight: a curious combination of the last few meals she'd eaten and the unmistakable taste of new books—or so Pinkie assumed. Twilight's forehooves rose up to grip Pinkie's cheeks, putting all her weight onto Dash's wings as she pulled herself closer. Their lips locked and ran over each other time and time again as Twilight lost herself in the sensation of Pinkie, and Pinkie lost herself in so much more.
Dash's attentions continued, smelling licking and squeezing Pinkie's squishy, sugary ass. I don't know why we let her out of bed in the morning, Dash thought, running her tongue along Pinkie's three ballooned cutie mark and clearing a thin swathe of sweet-tasting debris from her side. The tongue's attentions gradually shifted closer to the centre of Pinkie's rear; somewhere that tastes sweet regardless of what's coating it.
Rainbow Dash took a deep breath. Pinkie's regular scent was joined by another—a heady musk that made it hard for her to think about anything but the pink mare between her legs. Gosh, how I wish she was really between my legs, Dash silently lamented, before casually moving the raised cotton-candy tail out of the way by wrapping her lips around the base and lightly pushing it to one side. Below that tail lay her real goal—a glistening jewel set in a sea of sweet skin. Pinkie was pink, but the slit between her hindlegs was pinker still, and dampening further every second.
“Oh Dashie,” Pinkie moaned, gasping around Twilight's eager and exploitive tongue as the first hints of Rainbow's tongue pressed against the very tip of her vagina.
Oh, Pinkie, Dash thought in response. She opened her mouth wide and made one long, slow lick down to the very bottom. Pinkie tasted so very Pinkie. A heady mixture of sweets, candy, and lust. No condiment or sauce could match it. It wasn't something Dash would easily admit, but she'd do almost anything for it—not least because of the effect it had on the helpless mare. Pinkie began to moan quietly as Dash's tongue scraped back upwards, capturing all the extra flavour such intimacy inspired.
Pinkie felt a wet heat begin to spread along the back of her neck, immediately below where Dash's hindlegs gripped her. The pegasus was doing her very best to prevent Pinkie dripping all over the floor, but couldn't prevent her own fluids from spilling. Before long, a slow but steady drip began to tumble from the tip of Pinkie's hoof, and she closed her eyes to more properly enjoy the good and solid rutting she'd been teasing them for all morning.
“Y'know,” Dash said, tearing herself away from her sweet and groaning feast, “some strawberry sauce would go great with this. Hey Twi, pass it over here would you?”
Pinkie's eyes flew open. She began to splutter, pushing Twilight away with her free forelegs and letting her crash down onto the ground. “Dashie, no!”
“W- What? I thought you liked strawberry sauce?”
“I do! It wouldn't go well with me. I taste best with chocolate!” Pinkie exclaimed. “Strawberry is your flavour.”
“Shame we're not going to let you have any then, isn't it?” Dash teased, punctuating the end of her sentence with a playful snap of her tongue against the very top of Pinkie's slit. “Either it goes on you, or it goes to waste. C'mon Twi, give it here.”
Twilight picked up the full bottle of thick—'viscous', she would have said—sauce and looked up at the sweaty, dripping couple above her. Dash was already busying herself doing everything she could to render Pinkie helpless, but Pinkie Pie had other ideas. As Twilight looked up at her, Pinkie's expression shifted from one of reckless pleasure to something almost encapsulating pain. Pinkie didn't want this, it was clear. What she did want became clear with the tiniest of nods upwards, pointing onto her back. Twilight nodded—message received.
Twilight's taking her time, I hope I don't finish before she's rea-
With a single thought—as hard as that was with a tail raised so high it almost tickled your horn—Twilight grabbed onto Dash's wings and held them steady. She rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the two now-falling ponies as they struck the ground.
The instant Pinkie had felt herself dropping, she'd jumped into action—metaphorically, given her bindings—and slipped out from between Dash's now heavily lubricated hindlegs. From there, it had been an easy task to spin around in mid air, ready to pin Dash against the kitchen floor.
As they struck, Pinkie groaned harder again. Dash had kept her forelegs tight, ensuring that when she hit the ground her muzzle was forced against Pinkie's crotch. Before Dash could react, Pinkie's hindlegs were tightly wound around Dash's neck, squeezing her even deeper and ensuring any complaints she had were directed to the suitable place. An instant later, Twilight had recovered and could hold Dash's legs still and wide with ease.
Gah! What the hay ju… oh, who cares? Dash thought, closing her eyes and releasing her forelegs. She lay splayed out across the ground, allowing Pinkie to squeeze as tight as she wanted and happily lapping away at her.
“Guh… Dash…” Pinkie moaned. “Don't- don't stop- that…” There were few things in Equestria that could so completely rob Pinkie of her ability to speak: deflated balloons, which simply must be inflated on pain of no party, and Rainbow Dash's tongue, which she couldn't ignore even had she wanted to. “Sauce! Twi- Twilight! Sauce her!”
Twilight shook the bottle of strawberry sauce, hid behind one of her hooves, and squeezed. The torrent of sticky and flavoured fluid surprised even Pinkie Pie, and while the majority of it was deposited on Rainbow Dash's chest, stomach, crotch, and legs, a fair amount ended up splattered against Pinkie's back and Twilight's front. “Whoops,” Twilight said, “I guess I squeezed a little hard.”
“Don't apologise, sweetie,” Pinkie said, bending over backwards to reach over and pull Twilight in for a strawberry-flavour kiss. “Mmm. You definitely still suit chocolate!”
“You're sweet enough plain,” Twilight snarked back, pulling away. She looked down upon the helpless Rainbow splayed out before her and licked her lips. Dash's muzzle and chin were now sodden, coated with a thick layer of Pinkie's juices that her overactive tongue hadn't been able to trap. Her forelegs were pressed against Pinkie's sides, pulling her closer and weakly guiding her—not that Pinkie particularly listened, preferred to shift and squirm however she pleased. Dash's hindlegs were immodestly held apart, spread out like two blue strokes forming an elegant, albeit sticky, letter V. Her entire lower body, and most of her upper, was covered in a thick layer of dark red sauce.
It could have been a murder scene, Twilight realised, were this a book or a play. Death by suffocation and blood loss. Murder had less giggling and far fewer groans just loud enough to make her worry about being overheard, though. Twilight stopped thinking about murder and leant down, taking a thick glob of sauce from Dash's chest in a single grand lick. By the end of her swoop, the sauce covered her lips and chin—she didn't care, she felt dirty enough from the sight alone.
Twilight leant down for another lick, planning this one a little lower down to keep Dash anticipating the moment she reached between those gorgeously spread hindlegs, but was interrupted by a familiar pink blur. She and it slid back a few feet, away from the trapped pegasus, with their mouths locked together and their tongues twisting and turning side by side. “You and strawberry has a nice aftertaste,” Pinkie said, breathlessly. “Now let's go get her.”
Pinkie and Twilight turned to look at Dash. They licked their lips in perfect synchronisation, and Twilight pulled the pegasus forward, stopping her a few inches before them. “You wanna go first?” she asked.
“Let's both go first!”
Both mares lay down in front of their prey, Twilight straddling the left hindleg and Pinkie caressing the right. They began at the very tip, slowly and carefully cleaning strawberry sauce from the base of her hooves.
“Aaah! Ah, girls- no, don't, don't- stop,” she said, squirming and twisting as her unusually sensitive hooves burned at her lovers' whims. Oh Celestia, that feels so good, Dash thought, trying her best to speak it but only managing a quiet high pitched squeal. If anypony comes in now I'll never live this down.
“Stop?” Pinkie asked, raising her head and pulling Twilight's up with one of her hooves. “Okay Dashie, we're not going to do aaaaaanything to make you uncomfortable!” Pinkie grinned as she watched Dash wrestle with her own ego. Dash's body begged for them to continue, and her mind was all for it too—but that meant asking for it. It didn't help that she was still strapped down and spread-eagle, showing off just how far the small pool of her fluids was spreading across the floor.
“Don't make me ask, please.”
“That's the magic word!” Pinkie exclaimed, diving forward once more. A moment later, Twilight caught up, and the two began to slowly work their way up towards Dash's thighs. The pegasus squirmed beneath their tongues, occasionally releasing a tiny gasp or pleasured squeak that usually would have sounded more fitting for Fluttershy; they didn't have to worry about the noise giving them away.
After a prompting nudge from Pinkie, Twilight began to softly massage Dash's body, sending magical tendrils wrapping over every inch of her to squeeze and rub. Her body rocked and squirmed silently against the sensations as it fought between the instinctual need to fly free and the base urge to be rutted. Her squeaks and gasps grew a little louder as her two friends' tongues skimmed along her upper thigh, wiping away a thick layer of sweet covering and sending a burning heat ricocheting through her body.
“Ahh,” she gasped, still hardly louder than a pegasus sneaking across a cloud. Pinkie's tongue had gotten ahead, positioning itself at the very edge of the most sensitive crease in her body. “Aah!” she moaned, almost loudly enough somebody halfway across the room might have heard, when Twilight's tongue joined it on the other side.
Twilight and Pinkie's cheeks were pushed together. They could feel each other's heat, and every breath the other took. More importantly, however, they could feel Dash's heat, and both smell how badly she wanted them. Her legs, though bound, shivered in anticipation. The ordinarily confident and unshakable mare's head was pressed against the floor, her teeth gritted and her eyes screwed shut, desperately preparing herself for what came next.
Their tongues lashed out. Twilight dove straight for the bright blue clitoris she'd had centred in her vision for quite some time, and Pinkie simply dove. Dash grunted in shock as Twilight's lips locked around her most sensitive part and Pinkie's tongue buried itself between her folds, taking with it a healthy glob of strawberry sauce and spreading it around inside of her, coating her insides in a delicious treat that Pinkie knew she couldn't resist.
Oh my gosh, I can't take this. Rainbow Dash's mouth parted to let yet another tiny gasp escape. Every cell in her skin took part in a constant cycle of burning need turning to unshackled pleasure as another wave ran through her from below, back to that same overwhelming desire.
“Louder,” Twilight insisted, taking her lips away from Dash's puffy clit to stare her in her half-lidded eyes.
“…ah!” Dash replied, involuntarily. Whether under Twilight's orders or not, every time the ecstasy shot through her was even worse, and every time her body replied with a louder noise. “I… can't, please Twi- Ah!”
“Louder!” Twilight insisted, teasingly licking her lips so close to Dash that she could feel Twilight's hot breath splash against her.
“Agh!”
“Louder!”
“Aa- aagh!” Dash moaned, letting the next lightning-strike of joy completely overtake her. Before she could come to her senses, Twilight had already locked her lips over the needy mound of flesh once more, adding to that untempered bliss and multiplying it a hundredfold.
The pleasure washed over her, wave after wave, until it overwhelmed her mind. She came, hard; her mind blanked out and her body went into convulsions. Neither Twilight nor Pinkie showed any signs of slowing, despite the sticky fluids now dripping down their faces.
I… ah! Can't- The pleasure doubled as another orgasm washed over her, brought on by constant—perhaps even increasing—stimulation from the two ponies who wanted nothing more than to see her sticky. Think- ah… don't- Another crashed into it, joined by a throaty and impressively loud—considering—groan that filled the room.
Eventually—finally—the two ponies betwixt her legs pulled back, licking their lips in satisfaction. Twilight released Rainbow's bindings, realising they no longer served a purpose, and the two looked upon their work with pride. Dash lay still splayed out on the kitchen floor, which was now slick and shiny from the collective fluids of three eager ponies, panting heavily with her eyes closed and her mouth open.
“Wow, she's really out of it this time,” Twilight remarked, poking Dash in the side with a hoof. The mare murmured something and tried to roll over, but her muscles wouldn't respond and she found herself unable to do anything but lie there in a happy daze.
“She's so cute when we ru-” Pinkie's attentions were caught by the sudden dinging of the oven's timer, alerting them that another thing was done—their cupcakes. “Ooh goodie, cupcakes are done!”
“Need any help decorating them?”
“Nope, I've got that! You should get poor Dashie to bed, she looks exhausted.”
Twilight grinned. “Yeah, she does, doesn't she?” Rainbow Dash was quickly scooped up into a magic net and, after saying her goodbyes and giving Pinkie a quick peck on the nose, she cast a simple Look The Other Way spell on herself and Dash before sneaking out of the room. The ponies in Sugarcube Corner's main room looked, appropriately, the other way as the two sticky, dirty, and sweaty ponies escaped. From there it was a simple dash back to Twilight's treehouse, and the safety of seclusion.
“Hey Twilight, Dash,” Spike said, thankfully not looking up from his current chore of cleaning up the aftermath of an impromptu pillow fight.
Twilight laughed nervously. “Hey, Spike. Dash is uh, tired, so I'm taking her to bed. Well not me to bed, just her, I don't need to go to bed with Dash. I mean I don't go to bed with Dash. She's a friend.”
“Whatever, Twi,” Spike said, too caught up in his work to really listen. Twilight decided the best course of action was to just walk upstairs to the spare bedroom and plop Dash down in it. Spike could clean the strawberry sauce off later.
“Three, two, one!” Dash counted down, perched on a branch of one of Applejack's apple trees. It was nearing Applebuck season, meaning that each tree was flush with apples, and the well-trimmed grass surrounding them was broken and bowed from a hundred hoofsteps, as one of the Apple family had checked the ripeness of this particular tree's fruit. The sun peeked over the distant horizon, signalling dawn and casting long shadows from every tree, and the barn a short distance away.
Dawn meant Applejack would be waking up soon. Applejack waking up meant that she would soon be walking out of her house to look upon her orchard, as she did every morning. Today, however, Pinkie Pie had put her artistic talents to work, and Dash had put her transport talents to work.
“Wha-” Applejack gasped, gazing out across empty fields, without a tree in sight. “B- Big Macintosh! Our orchard, somepony's gone pinched it!”
Pinkie snorted, trying her best to not laugh. She was perched atop of Rainbow Dash, standing on her outstretched wings for both balance and a better viewpoint. From their angle they could see over the top of the wooden structure surrounding the farmhouse door. It was a simple contraption, a support for a large sheet of canvas on which Pinkie had produced a perfect replica of Applejack's view, except completely bereft of apple trees.
“Three, two, one!” Pinkie echoed.
“Wait just one apple-picking minute. This here field is a fake! Now who'd do such a thi- PINKIE PIE!”
“Okay, run!” Pinkie said, jumping down from the tree and taking back off into town. Dash followed, taking flight and chasing after her. A moment later, Applejack burst through the canvas opening with a freshly baked pie in hoof, taking careful aim and throwing it into the duo's path.
Rainbow Dash felt the disruption in the air a fraction of a second before the pie would have hit her. She twisted in mid air, letting the deadly weapon fly past a few millimetres from the surface of her body to splatter uselessly against the ground. As if anything could hit Dash while she was in the air.
A few minutes later they finally stopped running and collapsed into a giggling pile against one of the houses on the outskirts of Ponyville. “Did you-” Pinkie said between bouts of laughter, “did you see her face? Priceless!”
Dash laughed. “Yeah, for a moment there I thought she was gonna chase us!”
“Who next?”
Dash stood up and stretched her wings. “What time is it?”
“Just past dawn, I think. Who's even awake at this time?”
“We could go watch Rarity while she sleeps again. The look on her face!”
Pinkie frowned. “That's the weirdest thing you've ever done, Dash.”
“No, you're the weirdest thing I've ever done.”
Pinkie ignored that. “Ooh, it's a thursday, Twilight'll be up!”
“Doesn't she go to sleep really late on wednesdays?”
“Nope, she doesn't sleep.”
“What're we waiting for then? Let's go get 'er. I still owe her for last time. You get the gag, I'll go get that unicorn binding kit.”
Fifteen minutes later, Dash and Pinkie sat on top of one of the branches of Twilight's treehouse, home, and library. The unsuspecting librarian sat a few meters beneath them on the tree's balcony quietly reading a dusty old book. It was early, and nobody else was around to see them. Spike was presumably still asleep, yet Owloysius had already retired. Twilight Sparkle was alone.
Pinkie Pie had two spreader bars resting on her back, kept in place by the gag loosely tied around her neck. Dash, in contrast, had a relatively small ring between her teeth. Man, I hope this anti-magic clip actually works, or Twi's probably gonna… Dash noticed the heat begin to rise between her hindlegs and cut that train of thought before she accidentally revealed their presence. She could, though, I bet. I bet she could take us both at once. Oh Celestia how I wish she'd ta- A small drop of fluid started to run down Dash's leg, and she managed to catch her errant thoughts once more. She and Pinkie had a plan, and they were going to stick to it. Twilight wouldn't know what hit her.
Pinkie nodded, and they both jumped. The idea was for Dash to get the clip over Twilight's horn before she could react, and then Pinkie could easily tie her up so tight she couldn't move. From there, they could have their way with her and there wouldn't be a thing she could do to stop it.
In practise, it didn't quite work out. “Gotcha!” Dash shouted, still in mid air but only a few feet away from making that mare hers. A second later, she was still a few feet away, this time held in an irresistible magic grip. She looked to the side only to find Pinkie trapped in much the same way.
“Really, girls? You thought I wouldn't notice? I think Dash actually dripped on me; there's no rain scheduled today, is there?” she asked, standing up and sending her book back inside to be properly re-shelved. She looked upon the two ponies held before her and raised an eyebrow. “I didn't even know you owned spreader bars, Pinkie.”
Pinkie nodded. “I used to experiment a lot. Like, woah. Dashie liked them.”
“Oh, did she?” Twilight asked, plucking the two strips of metal and material from Pinkie's back and easily strapping them over Dash's legs. Thinking quickly, Dash held the ring inside her mouth and kept it shut, not wanting to give Twilight any excuse to gag her too.
“Ooh are we going to make her forget where she is again? I love that! Hey what are you doing with that gag? Twi- Mmmph!”
“No, I'm going to make both of you forget where you are.”
Pinkie's eyes went wide as some new and unknown force began to stroke against her behind. A moment later, Dash did the same. A moment after that, both squeaked as Twilight's magic forced its way inside of them—a solid object made entirely from Twilight's own mind, almost perfectly emulating the size, shape, and feel of a well above average sized penis. Twilight began to slowly stroke in and out of her two partners, fast enough to keep both of them interested but slow enough they'd have no trouble following her every word.
“So, what was your plan? Let's play twenty questions. I'll go first: Was it your idea?” she asked, pointing at Pinkie. She shook her head.
Dash's mouth opened for a sudden and heartfelt gasp as Twilight's attentions switched to her, and she felt the shaft in her rear begin to thrust more powerfully. Luckily, she managed to keep the ring hidden under her tongue. Despite knowing she had a plan, and that as soon as Twilight got close enough she could put it into action, the feeling of being so helplessly spread and held in the air, unable to move or fly or even speak out of fear of gagging turned the weatherpony into something closer resembling a raincloud. The fluid began to drip—drip, drip, drip—onto the balcony below, every one accompanied by a tiny happy moan as Twilight thrust into her yet again.
“Good girl, Dash, I know you like ropes. Oh, don't look so shocked, I do have an extensive adult section in my library. Amongst other things,” Twilight said, looking towards the open balcony doors as a long implement flew towards her. The fine material end was frayed, but the whole length of it was a solid stick of wood. Twilight slowly stroked the softer end under Dash's chin. “Oh, I've been planning this for a long time.”
Is that… a riding crop? Twilight has a riding crop? Where the hay did she get one of those? Dash thought. Her mind was racing—two threads of thinking being thought side by side. One half of her brain was desperately calculating thrust vectors, Twilight's reaction time and likely directions she'd flinch, the best angle to throw to counteract the force of gravity, adjusting for wind drift, and so on; all the things needed to get that ring over Twilight's horn and put her and Pinkie's plan into action.
The other half of her mind screamed at the first half to stop, to surrender, to give in and let Twilight do whatever she wanted. To fulfill her mare's deepest fantasies, willingly and obediently.
Twilight pulled the crop back a few inches, before letting it fly towards Dash's face hard enough to sting. A fraction of a second before it hit, she stopped, watching Dash's reaction. Her face flinched a tenth of a second afterwards—a calculated action, not an instinctive one. Her breathing grew deeper, but not faster. More tellingly, her teeth clamped around her lower lip to silence not a squeak of disapproval, but a moan of the exact opposite. Even more tellingly than that, drip, drip, drip.
“Jumping at me without even asking first! Shame on both of you. You naughty, naughty ponies.” Twilight's gossamer shafts began to stroke more forcefully, making it even harder for the two trapped mares to do anything but lie there helpless and pleasured.
She- mmgh- gotta get her to do this again, Dash thought. I promised Pinkie, though.
Twilight leaned closer to Rainbow Dash, drawing her lips over the trapped mare's body sensually—teasingly. “You like this, don't you, Dash? You'd like nothing more than to show me how good you can be when you try. I'm going to take you, right here, until you beg for mercy. Twice.”
The two sides of Dash's mind concluded. Even one more second of Twilight that close, making promises like that, and her body would overrule any sense she still had and submit completely. Now or never, Dash thought, and darted forward. Twilight hadn't bound her wings—rookie mistake—and her magic grip was loose enough so that she wouldn't be uncomfortable, meaning she had a few inches of wiggle room. Not much to a normal pony, but Dash could get up to quite a speed in an inch. Pinkie could back her up on that.
The magic ring flew through the air, impaling itself on Twilight's horn like the most exciting game of hoopla ever devised. Immediately the fields around Dash and Pinkie vanished, and Twilight stumbled backward. Dash kicked off the improperly fastened spreader bars and pulled Pinkie's gag from her face before diving over and pushing Twilight to the floor. “I don't beg.”
“You realise this thing won't hold me for long, right?” Twilight asked. Even now, mere seconds later, Dash was starting to feel a weak magic field surround her. Not strong enough to impede her just yet, but it was quickly getting there.
“I've read a few books from that adult section too, Twi,” Dash said, before reaching up and wrapping her lips around Twilight's horn. After a few seconds of light suckling, her lips were tingling—but the rest of her body wasn't; Twilight's magic was nullified. “You unicorns can't do magic when you're distracted. Pinkie, grab the strap-on.”
Twilight's eyes went wide as she watched Pinkie rummage around in the leaves of her treehouse, pulling out a variety of items from frisbees, to rubber balls, and finally to a large rubber horsecock. “I always keep one around. For rutting emergencies!”
Dash manipulated the shocked Twilight, pulling her up onto her hooves and tying the spreader bars around them, ensuring she did it more competently than Twilight had. Pinkie grabbed her gag and tied it around Twilight's mouth before she could react. It wasn't a complex affair. The wooden bit was held in place by two silken straps that hooked together behind Twilight's head, keeping her mouth open and leaving her unable to speak. Pinkie and Dash stood a few steps back and marvelled at their creation.
“Ooh, the blinders! Can't forget those,” Pinkie added, jumping over and slipping a pair of blinders over Twilight's head, limiting her field of view to a scant few degrees directly forward. “Think we'll need another rope to keep her tail up?”
Rainbow Dash looked over at the unicorn's rear. Her tail pointed straight up, clearly exposing her in every way possible. “Pff, nah. Look at her, she's loving this.”
“Almost as much as you were!”
Dash laughed nervously. “Yeah, well. I can't believe Twilight did that.”
“I kinda liked it.”
“Me too. I won't even give her a chance to beg, though.”
“Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty.”
Pinkie eagerly bounced over to Twilight's front, positioning herself directly in front of Twilight's face such that all she could see between the two blinders was Pinkie's large, bouncing rear. As if she needs the blinders to keep her eyes locked there, Dash thought, pulling Pinkie's strap-on over her hindlegs and gasping quietly as she felt it slide inside her.
As Dash mounted Twilight's behind, resting her forehooves against the purple back, Pinkie shuffled towards her. Within moments, Twilight was penned in on both sides. With a jump, Pinkie turned to face her lover.
Dash thrust, plunging herself deep inside Twilight's body. They both gasped as the sensation rippled between them. A spasm through either of their bodies travelled through the faux-phallus bridging the gap between them, ensuring they both felt every last inch of each other. Pinkie wrapped her lips around Twilight's horn, emulating Dash's earlier activities to dampen any defence Twilight may or may not have tried to put together. From the way her eyelids kept sliding closed, or the way she kept gasping and moaning every time her body was thrust forward, though, Pinkie doubted Twilight would have tried.
She sucked anyway. Her lips ran over the ridges of Twilight's horn, and her tongue scraped over every inch of its warm, hard surface. Her mouth began to tingle as magic was involuntarily redirected to flow through Pinkie's mouth and into her body. She began to flush; her cheeks reddened and her rear end dampened. Twilight wasn't totally helpless, she could still guide the magic once it was in Pinkie's body.
Pinkie Pie began to groan, and doubled her efforts fellating Twilight's horn. Before long, she was pushing it through her lips before immediately pulling back up, running her tongue around its entire length at a steady rhythm. She pumped up and down, every time letting more and more magic into her body, and granting Twilight more and more control.
Man, Pinkie's having a good time, Dash thought. I ought to get her doing that to this thing. Dash plunged her shaft deep within Twilight yet again, slamming her crotch into Twilight's rear with a satisfying squish. She was resting entirely on Twilight's body now, barely able to keep her own weight. Her legs were shaking with orgasmic bliss as she pushed inside over and over again, each time bringing her the tiniest bit closer to both her own orgasm and Twilight's.
Little did she know that Twilight, though completely tied up and almost powerless, had different plans. Pinkie's body almost glowed with the force of pure magic, giving Twilight the leverage she needed to push a single thought into Pinkie's head. Release me, and let's get her.
Pinkie giggled and, in a single motion, kicked Dash's knots open. Twilight grinned and turned to face Dash, who was still buried several inches within her. Their eyes locked. Twilight's were so full of lust they glistened. They also kept motioning to her side, at Pinkie, who was now approaching Dash with a predatory look in her eyes.
Oh, you're sneaky, Mrs. Sparkle. Dash pulled out, stumbling and falling over as she tried to take her own weight. Pinkie towered over her with a hungry glint in her eye for almost an entire second, the time it took for Twilight's magic to fully recover. Then she was pushed to the floor and held there, spread out and already dripping.
“Wha-? But Twilight, you said!” Pinkie exclaimed, watching as Twilight pulled the blinders and bit away from her face and discarded them on the floor.
“Until you beg,” Twilight replied.
“Twice,” Dash added.
Twilight picked Pinkie up and pushed her onto the barrier at the side of the balcony, holding her in place at the perfect height for Dash to do her thing. The falsified length was still glistening and dripping with juices from both of them, and Dash was all too happy to add a third source to that.
“G- ah!” Pinkie yelped as Dash slowly slid her way in, inching inside and paying attention to Pinkie's body language to ensure she didn't overstep her boundaries. Twilight's legs buckled as the magic still resident in Pinkie's body relayed every sensation straight back at her. This should be fun.
Dash began to find a comfortable rhythm, letting Pinkie's reciprocating thrusts determine whether she sped up or slowed down. Pinkie lay over the balcony, looking out across the thankfully still-empty town with the edges of her vision blurring at the apex of each thrust. Twilight lay whimpering on the floor, moaning every few seconds as Pinkie's pleasure washed over her. Heh, didn't think I could take both of them at once, Dash thought, savouring the moment as she pleasured both the loves of her life simultaneously.
“Pinkie, I…” Twilight gasped. “I love you. I'm sorry, I- ah- I get angry sometimes.”
“That's- ooh, Dashie!- that's okay, it doesn't matter. I- oh, do that again!- I know you love me and that's all that matters.”
“And?” Twilight asked, “I- oh Celestia Dash, there, right there!- I need you to know that you two are my everything. And-” Twilight let out a long, happy groan as Dash did her best to mix and match both mares' requests- “And I need to know you feel the same way.”
“Si- Silly! You feel everything I feel. I don't need to tell you.”
Twilight closed her eyes and concentrated. She could feel the magic flowing between both of them. The pulses at each of Dash's thrusts, and the baseline level it returned to between. Except that baseline wasn't at zero, Twilight just hadn't paid attention to it because of how obvious it was. Twilight loved Twilight. Or Pinkie loved Twilight, through Twilight. Twilight loved Dash twice over—or Twilight loved Dash, and Pinkie loved Dash, and Pinkie loved Dash through Twilight. Magic could be confusing at times. “D- does it go the other way?” Twilight asked.
Pinkie nodded, gritting her teeth as Dash's thrust hit just the right point, sending both mares into a tizzy. “I feel you, Tw- Twili- oh Celestia damnit Dash can't you tell Twilight wants you to go harder?”
“Uh, no, but okay.” Dash's force doubled, and then doubled again. Both mares groaned helplessly and pawed at the ground in a desperate attempt at supporting themselves. Twilight managed to drag herself over to the barrier and prop herself up, spreading her legs and looking down at her sopping wet, pleasured, but physically unattended sex organ. Her hoof quickly found its way to it, roughly stroking and massaging. She used Pinkie's squeals and groans to guide her, finding what the mare liked best and giving it to her even harder.
Before long, Pinkie's eyes began to roll up into the back of her head, and her slightly-parted lips fell open entirely, allowing a small stream of drool to splatter onto the ground below them. Both Twilight and Pinkie's noises echoed across town, almost certainly waking some of the residents. Twilight's self-massage grew almost feverish as Pinkie began to near her limit. I think we might actually finish her off first this time, Dash thought, amazed at the very idea. She used that amazement to slam it in one last time, pushing as deeply as she could possibly go, and tipping Pinkie over the edge into orgasm. Her limbs fell limp and her mouth opened wide. She moaned so loudly her voice suddenly stopped, leaving only a hoarse release of air in its place. Twilight fell to the side, still helpfully flicking at her clitoris to send lightning strikes of pleasure through both of them.
Dash fell back, exiting Pinkie with a sticky plop. A few moments later, Twilight managed to pull herself along to the panting pegasus and rest against her shoulder. She was sticky, her hair was frazzled, and her eyes had the lazy sheen of a powerful afterglow. Pinkie Pie, on the other hand, wasn't moving at all.
“…move your little rump…” Pinkie quietly mumbled in an almost imperceptible whisper. “…and jump.” she finished, still drooling down onto the ground beneath.
“Is she singing?” Dash asked.
“I… Think so? I wonder if she even knows where she is.”
“I wonder if she even knows who she is. She's not even moving.”
Twilight yawned and snuggled against Dash, resting her head against the pegasus's neck and closing her eyes. “I'm tired, Dash. Take me to bed.” Rainbow Dash reached over and pulled Twilight onto her back. She carried her through the open balcony doors to Twilight's bedroom and carefully pushed her between the sheets.
“I'll just be a second,” Dash promised, kissing Twilight on the end of the nose. She went back through to the balcony to retrieve Pinkie Pie.
“Da- ie…” Pinkie mumbled. “Lov… oo.”
“Shh, it's okay,” Dash soothed, pushing herself under the utterly worn out pony. “Let's get you to bed.”
“Th…” Pinkie started, but drifted off as Dash's steady trot put her back to sleep.
She's wrecked, Dash thought. I didn't even think Pinkie had limits. Dash pushed Pinkie into the other side of Twilight's bed, and leapt up between them, sliding under the covers and grabbing each of them with one foreleg. “C'mere, you two.”
Twilight yawned and rolled over, resting her head against Dash's chest. “Love you, Dash. G'night.”
Pinkie drooled a little on Dash's foreleg.
“She loves you too, Dash. I felt every bit of it,” Twilight promised.
Rainbow Dash squeezed both of them a little tighter. “I love you both. My mares. I'll keep you safe.” Suddenly, being the tiny blue string between them really didn't seem that bad.
