Polyamory (Speedclop)

Prompt

Customer Satisfaction

Start Time: 21:37

Expected End Time: 22:46

Actual End Time: 22:50

Story

Pinkie Pie wore his apron proudly. It was a pure white—enchanted to be impossible to stain—and tied tightly around his body. With one hoof he held a frying pan, shaking it occasionally as he made another round of pancakes, and with one rear he held the attention of everybody else in the room, shaking it occasionally as he made another round of sharp breaths.

The six ponies he was feeding—or five ponies, one changeling—dug into their feast gratefully. They also ate their pancakes with glee. Dash, the changeling, stared her pile of breakfast goods down. The syrup cascaded down the side, rippling across the folds and splits and pooling on the plate beneath. “So uh, you guys eat this sort of stuff, huh?”

Rainbow Dash—the pony Rainbow Dash—nodded, loudly chewing another mouthful. “It's good!” she exclaimed, shooting tiny pieces of pancake across the table. “Try it!”

Twilight Sparkle lifted a bite-sized piece up to her mouth and began to chew it as she pulled a notepad from a nearby shelf and began to note something down while staring at the changeling. “Don't mind me, but this is fascinating.”

“W- What are you doing?” Dash shifted uneasily under Twilight's gaze.

Twilight scribbled something down. “Just watching you. Carry on as you normally would. Pretend I'm not even here.” She licked the end of her quill and wrote more in earnest.

“I wouldn't normally eat these flan shakes at all, we don't need to eat your fo-”

Pinkie Pie chose that moment to bounce over and plop another pile of goodies on top of her already sizable stack. Pinkie's head rested atop Dash's—the real Dash. “Gosh, you guys must get really hungry if you don't eat!”

“Well, no, we ea-”

“I bet you'll love these, best thing you've ever tasted!” Pinkie bounced. His head knocked into Dash's on every leap, but the pegasus didn't seem to mind, instead preferring a continued chew.

“Well I mean, I don't think I even know how to!” The changeling leaned closer to the stack of pancakes and unleashed her forked tongue to give it a lick. “Mmm, they do taste nice, though.”

“Yay!” Pinkie jumped extra high, and thus came down extra hard on Dash's head. The pancakes under it splattered as the pegasus's face dropped at high speed. A moment later, she looked up. A moment after that, the pancakes began to peel off one by one, leaving only a sticky and wet-looking face behind.

Dash looked up at her assailant. “Pinkie?”

“Uh-huh, Dashie?” Pinkie's grin wouldn't have been out of place on a doll or a toy. It was not a face anybody else at the table could have made, save the changeling—but that would be cheating.

Dash leapt backwards, striking the stallion on his chest and beating her wings with enough force to send them both flying backwards through the air until Pinkie struck a hard surface and Dash could pin him down with a strong hoof and a stronger glare. “I've been working out, still think you can take me?”

Pinkie nodded, and his grin grew even wider. He leaned in and licked a dollop of syrup from the mare's face. “Of course I can take you, Dash! Here, on the counter, on the table, in Sugarcube Corner, anywhere you want!”

The changeling's ears perked up. She began to blush. “I- Oh my, are you talking to me?”

Pinkie's forelegs wrapped around Dash and pulled her into a tight hug so that he could see over her head. The pegasus squeaked and struggled, but couldn't overcome the crushing embrace. After a few moments, she shrugged and hugged back, rubbing her syrup-laden face over the stallion's chest. “Nuh-uh, Changeling-pants. You can't be Dashie, Dashie's right here!”

“O- Oh. I thought… Oh. I suppose I'll need a name then, won't I?” 'Dash' looked down at her pancakes and poked them with a sky-blue forehoof.

Twilight made another note. “That depends, do you want to stick around? I imagined you'd be wanting to go back to your brothers and sisters.”

The changeling shook her head. “What's the point? It's not like we're gonna be invading anything for a while. Sitting around starving in a cave for a few years isn't much to entice me. Th- that is, if you guys are okay with me sticking around.”

Twilight shrugged. “So long as you keep out of trouble there shouldn't be a problem. I'll have to ask Celestia, of course, but you could be a fascinating research project and I'm sure she'll agree.”

Rarity made a noise. A noise designed to attract attention, but not actually say anything. It was her “ask me what I think” noise. Twilight Sparkle had studied it in depth.

“What do you think, Rarity?”

“Well, I refuse to allow a creature that looks that uncouth anywhere near me.” Rarity turned her nose up and looked away. “Dash” looked down into her pancakes.

“Hey!” Dash exclaimed. “She looks exactly like me!” Pinkie immediately grabbed her once more and rolled, pressing her against the floor. Fortunately, the bottle of syrup had been upturned over her some few moments previously, and she could wriggle out of the stallion's grip and dart over to the door. Pinkie tackled her in mid air again and pressed her against the wall.

Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Well, Rainbow Dash, be that as it may. Changeling, you need a new name and a new look. Usually your parents should give you the first, but I can give you the last.” She brushed her mane to the side with a hoof and shook her head to show off her features. “Twilight, darling, you have been taking notes, correct?”

Twilight nodded, then tapped the floating notepad with a hoof. “It's all here.”

“Well, dear, I think the poor creature has your eyes. Perhaps you and Rainbow Dash should name her.” Rarity stood up and carefully wiped the corners of her mouth on a perfectly clean handkerchief. She returned it to where it had came from still perfectly clean. “I, however, shall be in my boutique. I have much work to do. Fluttershy, I'll see y-”

“Where's Fluttershy?” Rarity looked under the table and behind a bookshelf. The mare was nowhere to be seen.

The changeling pointed at the door. “She's hiding through there.”

“Now how in Equestria could you know that?” Rarity raised both eyebrows.

“I can feel it. You six are connected so strongly. I feel less hungry just from being in the same room as you.” She winced, feeling a stronger pulse of love run through the room. She snapped around to stare at Dash and Pinkie, who were now utterly covered in syrup, chocolate sauce, and sugar. The kitchen was an atrocious mess. Pinkie currently had Dash pinned down and was licking her ears clean, prompting a staggering outpouring of affection from the pegasus.

“I think we should leave them to it,” Twilight quipped. “I'll go make sure Fluttershy is okay.”

“I'll come with, Twilight,” Applejack straightened her hat and walked out of the room. Twilight followed soon after.

“Come now,” Rarity said, pointing to the changeling. “I'm sure we can find a look that satisfies both of us. Maybe you could try my mane. Can you lose the wings, they're so uncouth.”

Rarity continued making tiny suggestions as she and the changeling walked out of the room. Her voice eventually died away as the two left.

Dash sighed. Pinkie Pie's nibbling was cleaning her ear effectively, and it felt amazing. Her tail jutted from side to side as her body became a battleground for her need to fight and better Pinkie, and her need to do absolutely nothing and let Pinkie nibble. “Hey, Pinks?”

“Mm-hm?”

“Can you do that thing with your hooves again?”

Pinkie sat down on Dash's rear and raised his forehooves, before slowly pushing and prodding her back. It was an awkward massage, but a massage all the same. “Like this?” he whispered, nuzzling into the side of Dash's ears once more.

Dash nodded. “Yeah, that's the stuff. More of that.”

Pinkie nodded and relaxed. “We'll totally need a shower later to get all this stuff off. Ooh, we should shower together!” He grinned. The thought was enough to make him blush, among other things.

Dash felt one of those other things begin to press into her back. “Woah, Pinkie. Showers get you going that much?” The pegasus wriggled, not out of any desire to escape but rather just for wriggling's sake.

Pinkie shook his head. “Nuh-uh, Dash, you do.”

“Mmm, I know I do, Pinks,” Dash moaned as the stallion began to nibble around her neckline, licking up the generous coating of chocolate that had settled there. “What'd you think of our guest?”

“She's pretty, but I haven't really met her yet. We totally need to throw a party for her tonight!” Pinkie kissed up the side of Dash's mane.

Dash smiled. “Man, you really haven't changed a bit, have you?”

Pinkie nodded, managing a rate of several nods per second. “I have too! I have a penis now! Gosh, I'd have thought you'd have noticed by now.”

The pegasus rolled her eyes. “I know that, bu- Actually, forget I said that. I dunno what you're talking about, Pinkie, I guess you're gonna have to show me.”

Pinkie snorted and jumped off of Dash's back. He grabbed the mare around the chest and fell backwards, pulling her on top of him. “I'm pretty sure you've seen it before, Dash!”

Rainbow Dash began to grind herself against Pinkie's shaft, pressing it between her and the stallion's stomach. “I- mng- I probably just need a reminder.” She blushed, purely through arousal, and her tail rose above her head. Even Pinkie could surely see she was just playing around.

“Ooh, Dash, that tickles!” Pinkie sat up, forcing Dash to slide down and sit on the floor immediately in front of him. The long rod jutted up between them.

Dash involuntarily licked her lips. “I uh, so that's what it looks like. Okay, seen it, I'm bored now. What're we gonna do on the floor, Pinkie?” The mare looked up with a sly grin on her face and a hungry look in her eyes.

“Hm, we could tickle! Or play Spin the Bottle, or… Ooh, how about twenty questions?”

Dash nodded at the last one. “Okay, I'll start. How hard are you gonna rut me?”

Pinkie frowned. “Um, that's not a yes or no question, Dash.”

Dash paused, then blinked. She opened her mouth as if to argue, but then closed it again. A moment later she continued. “Um, alright then. Are you gonna rut me?”

Pinkie eagerly nodded.

“Are you gonna do it hard?”

Pinkie nodded even more excitably.

“Are you gonna do it here?”

Pinkie nodded so hard he began to rattle the floorboards.

“What're you waiting for?”

“That's not a yes o-”

Dash groaned, then leapt. She met Pinkie in a kiss, hovering in front of his face on an easy wingbeat. Their tongues danced, and Pinkie's eyes slowly closed as he lost himself in it. When Dash finally pulled back, many seconds later, he was breathing heavily and no longer cared about rule violations in twenty questions. “Dash… I love you.”

“I love you too, Pinkie,” Dash said as she repositioned herself so that her forehooves rested on the stallion's shoulders and her vagina rested on the tip of his shaft. “Now rut me.”

Dash's wingbeat changed. In an instant, she pushed down as hard as she could, skewering herself on Pinkie's rod in a matter of moments. He grunted. She cried out as his tip pressed against the bottom of her cervix and she felt her body press against his. “I- ah…” Dash groaned. The simple act of speaking caused her to move around enough to drive a stake of pleasure through her stomach. She could have sworn her entire body had to twist to even allow Pinkie room, and yet somehow she was as filled as it was possible to be.

Another wingbeat, and she wasn't. She easily slipped back up, pulling herself almost entirely free. Only the final half-inch still remained inside of her, anchoring her in place. “Pinkie…” she gasped, “Forget what I said about rutting me.”

Pinkie frowned. “Oh no, I didn't hurt you, did I? Oh I'm so sorry is it ba-”

“Shut up.” Dash punctuated her sentence with a tiny twist, flooding both of their bodies with pleasure. “I'm not hurt. I'm just gonna rut you silly instead.”

“Oh.”

Dash flapped down hard once again. Pinkie grunted as Dash slammed into her body once again. Before she could recover enough to speak, the mare flapped back up, and then down again. Before long she found a rhythm of hard slams and quick pulls that left both of them breathless. Specks of chocolate and syrup flew off every part of Dash's body as she shot through the air so fast she was almost a blur. Her mane danced before Pinkie's eyes, covering her face one moment and hanging before her eyes the next.

Dash's eyes glazed over as her actions became instinct. Her wingbeats became less controlled and she began to grunt and squeak wildly. The floorboards creaked and groaned beneath them, and Pinkie's vision began to blur. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, and after one more look at Dash's face, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, he didn't want to.

Pinkie groaned out into the room as he felt his body spasm, and he shot a load of fresh sticky pony semen deep inside Dash's body. She squealed in response, feeling the heat spread through her and wash her worries away. Her wings fluttered to a stop, then she fell forward against the stallion's chest.

Pinkie let himself fall back, and wrapped his strong forelegs around his mare. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find nothing came out—he'd groaned himself hoarse. He grinned—So that's what that feels like! Huh, no wonder Dashie likes it so much.

Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, was simply asleep. She'd exhausted herself, and was more than happy to lie slumbering in her stallion's legs. She'd need her energy for the shower later, anyway.