Seven Shades of Rainbow

Seven Shades of Rainbow

By Damocles23

Chapter Two: Secret Keeper

I wake up still at Twilight’s, thankfully without a blindfold this time and still completely dazzled by my little “adventure”. No trace of our mystery mare of course, or at least nothing I could identify her with. Unless I go around kissing everypony to see if they taste like mint…and that plan is so wrong. Just imagine if I tried that with the other girls and they wake up screaming, with my tongue forced in their mouths.

How would I explain myself, for something like that?

Oh, sorry Twi/Shy/Rare/AJ/Pinks, I’m just checking if you were the one who had sex with me last night!

The head of my bed faces the window, completely bathed in the light of Luna’s moon. In the bed in front of mine Applejack and Rarity are resting together, still snuggling one another, with Rarity wearing AJ’s hat as a sign of loving affection. I can’t help but to think of this possibility: did ‘she’ want me that those two could watch us doing the deed…orwas one of them was responsible and wanted the other one to watch? Or wasit something completely different?

The more and more I think about it, the more it becomes messed up…and I hate myself for being so intrigued by her. I didn’t fight her. I wantedit as much as she, perhaps even more as seeing such a bold streak in one of my friends was unbelievably hot. In fact, that was something that I didn't even dare to think about, not even with AJ…

Maybe not knowing who she was, was the best part. I wasn’t me and she wasn’t her, at least for a while. And I needed that.

Except for that little slip, or hopeful guess, I wasn’t consumed by my “obsession” for AJ, losing myself in absolute pleasure, unwinding my frustration just by satisfying my lust. And she was doing that, too. I'm not judging her as a pony but as a force of nature ravishing my body, passing by to fulfill me and make me feel beautiful. We were both wearing a blindfold this way; I couldn’t see her and she couldn’t see herself…

Twilight’s bed is in the same room with the three of us and she is snoring loudly, blissfully unaware of everything that transpired. I wonder if she is dreaming, too. Probably about the princess…

Fluttershy and Pinkie aren’t far, resting together in a sleeping bag Pinkie had brought. She's still so kind to her even after using Shy as a steed. In fact she looks peaceful enough, even wearing a soft smile, while Pinkie sports an even bigger grin chewing and licking her lips. She must be dreaming of something delicious.

For some reason, I scratch them off my list. Fluttershy on the account of being, well, Fluttershy. I know that the girl is stronger than she looks like and even more than she believes but…I know her long enough to be absolutely sure that she is not capable of doing that.

About Pinkie Pie, well…Let’s just scratch Fluttershy off, for now.

Anyway, I have more pressing matters to attend, namely my bed. Twilight’s bed, to be precise. It's a mess! Even if most of my excitement dried out, I still left a big, dark stain on her sheets, followed by a trail of smaller stains that looked like a modern art painting. I quickly remove the blanket and grab the dirty sheets, keeping them between my teeth while I look for place to hide them…

And then what? Hope that she doesn't notice a missing sheet? Nah, I need something more definite!

Still clutching the incriminating evidence in my teeth I openthe window, trying not to make any noise. I fly outside in search for a lone raincloud in the sky to clean it up. Yesterday was planned as a sunny day, but finding one that the weather team overlooked is still possible…of course not overlooked by me! I’m too flawless for that! And in fact, I manage to immediately find a beautiful, puffy raincloud ready to be used.

Probably left out by…let’s say Thunderlane.

Yes. Thunderlane. I'll have to yell at him later.

I give it a good kick to make the water come out and I leave the sheet under the weak rain that pours out of it for a while. After that, I return to the library’s balcony and not knowing where to hang it to make it dry out, I just stand on the railing there with a wet sheet between my teeth, letting the wind doing its job.
How to waste the morning: The Acclaimed Spin-Off of How to Waste My Efforts... I can’t help but see some karmic retribution in it. After all most of it was a mess I made. I didn’t even touch her…

Now, every trace of our night together was completely wiped out, except for a sheet still too wet for sleeping on and the guilty conscience of a certain blue pegasus. I’m not doing wonders for my image with my friends, since for the umpteenth time I take my leave without even saying goodbye to anypony. I’m just too conflicted for that, and frankly I don’t think I can look them in the eyes after what happened. And I’m just too scared to confront any of them about it, even without going kissing them all.

And for those very reasons, I completely withdraw in my job. At least for a couple of days.

There is a storm planned the week immediately after so the full weather team is needed. A big storm in the mid summer, just to cool down the air a little bit, getting rid of a couple of degrees.

I follow the most automatic routine conceivable: fly, buck and spin. I kick a raincloud to make lightning and rain burst from it, then elegantly spin away from it to avoid the discharge and I fly to next one.

Simple as that.

I focus on the predetermined series of movements and the faint, fresh breeze as the temperature loses a few degrees and Celestia’s sun is gradually blocked out by the cape of grey clouds.

A sudden change from the heat of the past few days, but still enjoyable, especially mixed with the smell of rain in the morning. I lose myself as I lost myself that fateful night: Rainbow Dash has to worry about that, not me. I am the sky…I am nature…I am the cold wind and the heat of the sun…I don’t have to face the problem, I don’t have any problem…Rainbow Dash is the one that started this as a mean to escape.

I’m not that pony anymore.

I don’t feel fatigue or tedium. I’m dancing in the sky, soaring and leaping in the air as befit to the wondrous creature that I am, molding the weather at my whim. I could even do this with my eyes closed as this is part of me.

I was born for this.

In fact, I start to see the outline of the clouds around me in my own mind as I don’t even need to kick the clouds with much strength. Thunder seems to jolt merely by me passing by. Nothing can stop me and I don’t have a reason to.

I am perfect and I know it…until I sneeze and tumble backward, tripping on a cloud behind me and I end falling with my back on the same cloud, my legs hopelessly flailing in the search for some support. And there goes my coolness, as I turn back into a dirty, workaholic pegasus.

Apparently the combination of raindrops all over your coat and cold breeze is bad for your health. Big Honkin’ Surprise.

“Is everything okay, Dash?” I hear Flitter’s voice coming not far from me. I can’t see her clearly mostly because my gaze is fixed on the sky above me and I don’t want to move my head around. Too tiring.

“Yes. I just need to lie down for a while.“My voice is grave as I try to keep the last shards of my coolness intact.

“You know, chief. You’re cool and all but…”

“Stating the obvious won’t bring you anywhere, Flitter. Nor flattery.” She approaches me landing on my cloud and starts looking directly into my eyes. Does every face look so ridiculous if you watch them upside down?

“We’re making good progress. The team is in advance with the schedule so the storm will start in minutes. Snowflake and I can finish the job.” She turns her head toward a nearby cloud bank. “Right Honeybun?”

“YEAH!”. A loud sign of approval comes from behind the cloud. So powerful that he doesn’t even need to show up to make his presence felt.

Those two are serious.

Flitter and Snowflake.

Once again my mind blacks out. A defensive system designed to think not on the mechanics of it.

“I appreciate your concern and I’ll take note of it but please, get lost!” I could’ve been more polite to her. Could is the magic word…

“But you’re working for ten hours straight! Don’t you think it’s enough?”

“I’ll tell you when I had enough!” This shtick always works, mostly because you look so pathetic that the other pony just won’t bother you anymore, nor contradict you.

Not his time, though. And I feel the last shards of my coolness slip away from my hooves, never to return…

Flitter buries herself to her shoulders inside the cloud I am just beginning to call home, or at least one for the holidays, and starts flapping as fast as she could with her wings, starting to move the cloud with me on it. Is difficult getting back on your hooves while a relatively solid surface slips from beneath them.

“What are you doing?!”I have to scream to make my voice heard because of the wind blazing around us.

“Saving you from yourself!”She sounds so valiant and heroic in saying that I could almost see a halo of bright light coming from her. I, in contrast, look horribly gloomy and soaked. It almost looks like Karma makes me want to look like the villain at all costs…

“Well, I don’t need no saving!”That was a whine and I know that. Still, I don’t think she would listen to me anyway right now.

“I know you’re angry now but you’ll thank me later.” She sports an idiotic grin.

“I command you to stop, right now!” I stomp my left hoof on the cloud to make it look like serious business. Almost too hard, I can almost hear a grumble in it. Better not do that again…

“Fine!” she says, and after that she stops…abruptly! At least I cannot say she didn’t listen to me. The inertia propels backward several feet in the air and I manage to avoid a longer fall only by spreading my wings and gathering the wind in them.

As I start to flutter in place to regain some balance I watch Flitter sporting a triumphant smile and turning back, still inside that cloud and going on her merry way.

And to Snowflake.

Well, she showed me, alright…

So cruelly kicked out of my workplace I realize I have nowhere to go. I could go back at my place but if I stay there all alone in the dark,I’ll start thinking back on that night and that’s the last thing I want.

I consider the possibility of seeing one of my friends but that doesn’t last. Maybe Twilight is right about the fact I don’t know anypony else well enough.

And we can’t forget the whole sleepover affair but I can’t carry this weight forever.

I knew there was a way to confront them and don’t look like a pervert but the words I formulated to explain just blew out like candles in a windy day. It was a situation so alien to me and the four that weren’t responsible that every misstep could lead to a disaster among us.

The only truth I see is that I can’t let this secret destroy me and our friendship…

Wait a minute….

Secret….

Keeping it secret.

Secret Keeper.

My mind jumps too to an obvious conclusion: Pinkie Pie! She is the one I could tell it. If I tell her to Pinkie Promise not to tell anypony, she won’t tell it to anypony! And at least I could confide in her or at least she could show some understanding for me. Maybe even helping with my plight. The Pinkie Promise, though, remains a double edged sword. It’s true that once she promises she wouldn’t tell anypony but, what if the culprit made her Pinkie Promise already so that nopony could know? But who could be of such awesome stupidity and recklessness to tell one of our mutual friends such a personal and embarrassing thing? Especially to somepony that is still kind of suspect?

Well, I don’t have much of achoice.

I make my way across the first drops of rain, before it gets too soggy to see and the wind passes from‘pleasant breeze’ to something that could seriously hinder my flying. Without my flying goggles it's even a bigger risk.

I finally spot the garish, marzipan-like building in the distance. I can only see a faint light coming from the bakery and Pinkie’s room upstairs. I float down, landing right in front of the entrance to knock.

“Come in!” I can hear her energetic chirping even through the wooden door.

I open it, greeted by the bell as I see a mostly empty shop, with only Pinkie in it, who is sweeping the floor with a broom in her hooves.

“Hellooooo, Dashie! How it’s going?” her rich voice fills the air.

“As usual.” I look around me and notice the desolation of the place. “Bad day for business, huh?”

“Ugh! Don’t tell me!” She lets her broom at an angle of the room. “The Cakes aren’t there so I asked them tolet me take care of the shop for today but nopony is coming there and the planned storm it's not surely helping. No offense!” She blinks and giggles at me.

“None taken. You know I’m just doing my job.”

“In fact, I was just going to close the shop!” She does just that, trotting to the door and putting a ‘Closed’ sign outside. A gust of cold wind comes in from the half opened door and makes the fur on my flanks stand up. I tell to myself it’s some leftover raindrops on my coat. “So,” she continues. “What brings you here?”

“Well...” I feel a cold claw clutching at my stomach. Must be that underlying sense of shame that rears its ugly head. I don’t listen to it. “It’s complicated, Pinkie. Big and complicated.Serious stuff.”

“Oooohh!”She seems really surprised. Pinkie then hops behind the counter and slams her hooves on it. She then adopts the best serious look she could muster. “How serious?On a scale of one of ten?”

As I still don’t know how to measure seriousness with calculus, I trust my gut. “I’d say…fifteen!”

“Uh! That’s super duper serious, Dashie! What happened to you? Is it something you said? Something you heard? Something you did?”

For a second, I heard somepony you did.

“Well, I’ll tell you but first you have to promise you won’t tell anypony!” I slam my hoof on the counter making it tremble a bit. The tray on it makes a little tingling sound.

Stop with the dramatic posturing, Dash! You’ll just end up hurting somepony. Or you.Or both.

“Of course, Dashie!” she zips her mouth. “Pinkie Promise, even! Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“Good, and no less!” I feel a bit reassured. Step one is complete. Now goes the hard part.

“You remember last Saturday at Twilight’s?”

“Oh, of course! It wasn’t that fun, like the one of two weeks ago but at least I got to fly on Fluttershy! She was so into it, we had so much fun! Well, until the bottle thingy. If you want my opinion, if I wanted to watch Applejack and Rarity smooch repeatedly, I’d just go to their place!”

“I’m sure I remember it differently…” Fluttershy’s grimace of terror is something I still have nightmares about. And if I want to see those two smooch it’d mean I’ve finally freaked out, once and for all.

“Well, duh…” she leans on one elbow on the counter, while she uses the other one to gesticulate. “You looked so gloomy and not you that day. With your eyes wandering and the tired look… Is it for the very serious thing, right?”

“Kinda…sorta” I spin my hooves one in front of them in opposite directions, as if to make them fit to the words in my mouth. “Let’s say it happened after we went to sleep.”

She nods with her eyes completely open. I lean forward, after looking behind me to see if somepony enters the shop.

I gulp, as my heart beats faster and faster. “Last night, I…” and all the courage I’ve gathered goes out the window as a pink hoof blocks my confession.
“Waitwaitwait, Dashie!”she practically screams. “Where are my good manners? I can’t let you tell me your big biggy secret with a grumbly-tummy!” She has a point, my tummy is indeed grumbly. And cold…In fact, I don’t remember having breakfast…or lunch. Even if begrudgingly, I have to admit that Flitter saved me.

“Well, alright. I guess it’s easier to say with a full stomach. What do you have?”

At least I get a free treat from this.

“Well, I got this new yummy recipe I cooked up a while ago but since nopony showed up yet, you’ll be the one to try it first!” She removes the lid from the nearby tray, revealing a very delicious looking cake with chocolate icing so thick that you’d swear no ray of light could pass through it. My stomach laments even more at the mere sight of it. She cuts me a slice and passes it to me on a tiny plate and a small fork.

“Bon Appetit!” Her smile is so wide that it almost gets contagious. Just seeing it makes me feel more determined and a lot calmer, too.

I take a tentative sample, taking a small piece of it with the fork and putting it in my mouth. I start to chew slowly to savor it.

It is as good as it looks, the chocolate icing manages to be tasty even if kind of bitter toward the end, it’s not spongy but very fragrant, but the best part is surely the filling made of whipped cream with a strong taste of…

A strong taste of mint…

And for the umpteenth time in a very small window of time, I feel like a complete idiot. That unpleasant sensation in my gut rears its ugly head at me for the last time, as it parts with a question I didn’t want to answer, nor notice…

"Hi, Rainbow Dash! I'm the rational part of your brain and I'd like to know why the thought of the baker never crossed your mind!"

I gulp it down nervously and suddenly as Pinkie sports that smile…that knowing smile. That mischievous and playful smile with just a teaspoon of seduction, which kindly informs you that she just played you like a fiddle. The kind of smile that made empires rise and fall, bane of kings and queens alike and makes yours truly want to ravish that pink pony like no tomorrow.

My wings think the same as I feel them shoot up beside me, stiffening like rocks. And she doesn’t fail to notice, that little minx…

“You really like it, Dashie?”she coos with her eyelashes fluttering.

I nod slowly as a familiar heat builds up in my belly all the way up to my cheeks. My head feels lighter and my heart beats even faster than before. I gobble up another piece without thinking and when I’m still halfway chewing it, Pinkie presses her lips against mine. And finally I can feel that unspeakable softness again which I felt that fateful night. Her lips are so smooth, so gentle that I lose myself into them pretty quickly as I put my forelegs around her shoulders, relaxing into the kiss without a single care in the world. She starts slowly massaging my lips, making some cute smacking sounds. Her breath tickles so much that a lighthearted giggle almost escapes from me. I can feel her tongue gently grazing and pressing against my teeth, asking for permission to enter my mouth. And I can’t say no, can I?

I feel her tongue sliding against mine, mingling her natural sweet taste with the half chewed piece of cake still in my mouth. We both taste the sweet and natural flavor of our respective mouths, as well.

She has that aftertaste of pure pink and sugar that is absolutely yummy. This goes on as Pinkie plays with my tongue, circling it and teasing it and then she has the brilliant idea to start stealing the last bites of cake from inside my mouth! You sneaky little…I won’t let her win.

I gently block her tongue with my lips before swallowing the last piece.

Pinkie doesn’t give up easily, as her tongue exits my mouth to scrape at the left over chocolate icing at the side of my lips, before leaving a trail of little licks and kisses all over my cheek. I feel so content and her touch is so gentle, caring and so full of affection that I finally start to laugh altogether, as the beautiful pressure in my nethers returns with a vengeance.

Pinkie certainly approves as she answers with a giggle of her own and our lips meet once again, continuing our little tongue contest and I can taste again her sugary flavor.

Finally, the kiss breaks gently leaving between our lips a thin strand of drool, still mint flavored. Her beautiful blue eyes are half closed, left in a dreaming expression while her mouth forms a cute ‘o’. Even if panting heavily, her lulling expression only shows content. An emotion I’ve never been so familiar with.

Messiest. Kiss. Ever! And I loved it!

Of course, the ravenous pink nymph in front of me is not satisfied that easily…and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can only see her flashing a deranged grin and a flash of blue eyes as a pink blurry…thing, jumps over the counter and pounces me as I feel a strong pair of hind legs locking around my flanks. I find myself knocked back and I try to regain some balance, before realizing I’m in mid flight, my wings having started to flap on instinct. Her weight kind of messes up my axis but I’m strong enough to take it. My only concern now is keeping Pinkie from falling and for that I tighten my embrace around her shoulders. Even by just touching her, I feel the same pink snugglyness that I felt in her kiss. I move my hooves whenever I can, focusing on her plump flanks once I found them.

She’s so soft…

In this precarious situation, she starts hungrily covering my snout in her trademark soft kisses, only stopping to scream at the top of her lungs.
“Oh, Dashie! Your wings are so strong! You are so strong!” Her trail of kisses goes lower, focusing on my neck, getting more violent and enthusiastic before stopping altogether as she whispers the words that every mare and stallion wants to hear. The words I want to hear…

“Take me…” she says slowly.

“What?” I know what she said. I want her to say it louder. I want that the whole world to hear it.

“TAKE ME, RAINBOW DASH!!!” she screams so loud that I can’t almost hear the thunder echoing in the distance. Some superstitious ponies don’t like the sound of thunder, thinking of it as a bad omen. Which is stupid because most of these ponies know that they’re planned in advance…And I know I’ll always associate the thunder with this moment…

“As you wish…” I lean seductively, meeting once again those precious sapphires, watching me with pure, unbridled lust. A lock of my mane falls in front of her eyes making Pinkie sneeze cutely, followed by yet another giggle. She just looks so happy, happier than I’ve ever seen her.

And so am I.

Before I notice I’m already carrying her bridal style in her room upstairs, while she nuzzles on my chest lovingly. I don’t feel weary anymore and I’m past the need of losing myself. I have what I need right here with me. The thought that Pinkie and I are going to make love is enough to give me a new resolve.

I feel complete…

We finally reach her room as I gently lay her on an extremely comfy looking bed.

Her head leans against her pastel colored pillow while she pulls me closer with her forelegs in another tight hug. I start kissing her on the neck, giving the same treatment I received earlier. She only moans in delight as my kisses go lower and lower to her belly…That delicious, round and plush looking belly that twitches a bit, begging for the attentions of the rowdy mare upon her.

My tongue starts dancing upon that perfect spherical surface and dances on her coat, taking for itself every scent, every sugary flavor her coat may have absorbed, while her hooves feeling me slip lower and lower, they start to tenderly stroke my mane. The fire between my haunches rises and I feel my hot liquid dripping on the insides of my thigh. My body is just as impatient as me…

Pinkie moans and snorts a laugh. I don’t know if you tickle her with your tongue is a good sign or not, so I continue. At least she’s having fun.

“Mmmm…You like how I taste, Dashie?” she whispers gently.

“Yes, Pinkie…” I stop for a second to answer her, leaving a still wet trail on her.”You taste as good as you look. And you look awesome!” Something tells me I’m being too cocky, even for my standards. I don’t listen to it.

“I bet I’m not as good as you…” She places her hooves on my cheeks, pulling my head in yet another kiss. I like kissing her. I feel like I want to kiss her forever.

“Well, let’s try me out!” I say with a smile. She looks at me puzzled…with good reason because I don’t know what possessed me to do this! I bend my neck as much as possible and extend my tongue as well, taking a good series of licks from the pit of my foreleg. Strangely, it’s not that bad: a strange mixture of rain and sweat, with just a touch of…

I’m judging my own taste, I’ve completely gone loco…At least Pinkie is having fun, judging from the fact that she’s gasping for air and clutching her sheetsdesperately. Her laugh is contagious, so rich and full of life...

“Ahahaha! Is it any good, Dashie?! Want me to add some cream to it? Ahahaha!”

“Ah! You’re the one to talk! Who’s that pony who took advantage of me when I was defenseless?!” I cross my hooves on my chest, feigning indignation and looking like a little, lost filly. The eye flutter is just a plus.

“You could’ve screamed…” And again, that grin. I love it and she knows it. Little does she know that I’m so getting back at her for this.

“Oh, you’ll be the one to scream…a lot!”

“Oooh!” She looks so eager that I start to wonder why she still hasn’t jumped on my bones already. Maybe she’s giving me the chance to do just that. “How’s it gonna be? How’s it gonna be? Huh? Huh?”

I take a look around and I see some bowls on her bedside cupboard. From the smell they look like chocolate and custard filling, the same one she used for that cake. "You keep those in your room?"

“Just to cool them off a bit. I don’t know why, but my room is a teeny bit colder than the rest of the bakery! You see that? Brr…” She, very obviously, fakes some chills, even with a smile on her face. Don’t care. Still going to do her.

“Oh, it’s going to be so hot in here! For real!”

Dammit, Rainbow! Stop being cheesy! Stop it! Does your brain lacks blood because it’s all your wings?!

Before starting yet another war with my cerebrum, I grab the bowl, checking the temperature with my hoof to make sure it’s not too hot. Then, I start to tilt it right toward the horny pink peril that lies beneath.

She gasps, but still trying to make it look like a challenge. “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, yes I do!” I tilt it some more.

“You’re going to mess up my bed!”

“I’m going to mess up you!”

And the gauntlet is thrown. I pour all the contents of the bowl over Pinkie’s belly, forming a trail going all the way down to her crotch. She starts to shake, for real this time, as the chocolate is poured all over her unmentionables. Her tongue lulls out her mouth and she starts to moan frantically. This is only the start, Pinks…

As I press my lips upon the chocolate disaster and start using my tongue on it, her moans just get higher and more frequent. I lick and lick, even more desperately than before as the natural taste of Pinkie and the chocolate mingle into my mouth. My stomach grumbles even more and the fire in my nethers makes my pelvis twitch. Pinkie likes my mane so much that she starts to stroke it again as I go lower, following the line to the beautiful treasure that lies in the valley between her haunches.

“No, Dashie…not there…not yet…”I ignore her plea, thinking of it as a delusion of a mind addled with pleasure. Shame on you, Pinkie! I had to beg when you did it, remember?

I finally reach her crotch, even if I don’t recognize anything as I see only a black lump. Maybe I went too far with it…but after all, it’s food! Nothing I can’t fix easily… So I start whipping my tongue at the big chocolate mold, one drop at time, until I can feel her pussy twitch. I can finally discern the form of her entrance as I start to lick directly upon it, freeing it from all the dark stuff on it. I do it slowly and deliberately, leaving my tongue on it as long as possible, tasting every last drop of chocolate and the natural sweetness of Pinkie, which only gets better as I reach her secret spot.
Finally seeing the light, it winks back at me, almost yawning. Now that she’s excited I can see well inside it only by spreading it a bit with my hooves, nothing too severe. I notice that it’s a lighter shade of pink than she is and my heart leaps at the thought that she could probably just wave it under my nose without me noticing…I probe inside her folds as she leaves out a whimper. She sounds bubbly even while doing that, I love it…

I start to insert my tongue slowly inside her, moving it a bit to test the field of pink flesh. I start to wriggle it inside, tasting her as I’ve never dared to before, circling her insides while she starts bucking her hips, burying my face and my tongue with it deeper and deeper inside her. It tastes more bitter than the rest of her, but this doesn’t mean that it is bad, quite the contrary. The best chocolate is bitter, after all.

I keep going faster in this, her fluids slowly pouring into my mouth so I could easily swallow that delicious syrup and my snout grazes delicately her clitoris, stroking it at each combined thrust of my tongue and her hips.

It’s perfect…

“Naahh…Ahahah…Dashie! Dashie! Dashie Washie! F…Forgive me!” She’s clearly losing it up there! Damn, I’m good…Wait, forgive you for what?

I don’t have the time nor the need to answer that as she forcibly pulls out my tongue, before arching her back and spreading her legs as much as she can, finally coming. A stream of liquid shoots out from inside her, a big stream of clear cum, still containing some traces of chocolate…which just keeps getting bigger…and bigger!

At the end it turns into a fountain of hot cum that splashes all over my chest, face and mane, leaving me soaking wet for the third time in a week! I really can’t say I don't lead an interesting life… I stand there, completely appalled, while she continues to twitch and spurt on me, so I can’t forget that. Yes! It really did happen.

She stares at me, panting and looking sorry, while I still have that vacant stare. It’s not that I don’t want to say anything. I just don’t know how to react! She puts on a nervous smile, in a desperate attempt not to look bad in front of me and says:

“Surprise! I came just like a stallion!” She follows the obvious with an uneasy giggle. Her face changes, looking like she is going to cry…and I don’t really want that.

Especially not now.

I tackle her on the bed in the most passionate embrace. We make a loud thump on the mattress with me holding her tightly. I can’t help but laugh at all this, sincerely laugh.

And for once it’s my laugh that makes her feel better as she joins me in a cacophonous joy. The pleasant vibrations in her chest make the snuggling even better than it already is!

“Buahahahaha! You’re great, Pinkie Pie! You’re weird even down there!”

“You-You mean…You liked it?” She smiles so wide that I can already see some rays of sunlight from the window, piercing the veil of clouds. A smile so beautiful and hopeful that the sun starts shining on his own. That’s Pinkie Pie for you…

“It was awesome!” I kiss her once again, making her taste herself. “Completely awesome! And cool! I mean…Wow!”

“Oh, Dashie.” She turns me on my back, putting her hooves at the side of my head. My wings are still stiff so it hurts a little, but I don’t care.”You know I was so scared of that! That’s why I didn’t let you touch me at Twilight’s!”

“And why the blindfold?”

“Well…”she blushes a little. “I didn’t know how’d you react to crazy, random Pinkie Pie being such a dirty, dirty pony and if you didn’t like it and I lost my chance with you…so I took matters in my own hooves and did that!”

“Couldn’t you just…you know, ask me out? I wouldn’t have said no. Dinner and movie, the usual stuff. Maybe even that Saturday.”

“Really?” her pupils go wider and she smiles once again.

“Well, yeah! Not that I have anything against the sex.”I have to be honest on that one. “You’re the funniest pony I know! And you’re so nice, even to complete strangers! And not hard on the eye, either. And after that little stunt of yours that night…” I lean forward, gazing deeper into those blue lakes that she calls eyes. “I’m crazy about you! You were so sexy and passionate! You…you just messed me up! I want you like I never wanted anypony! I want it again! And again, and again, and again! If I knew it was you that night, well…you could’ve had this…” I slap my flank vigorously, making a little squishing sound “even sooner!”

She stands there for a while, completely frozen. Eyes fluttering nervously while her lower lip trembles.“Even if I’m not AJ?”

And the big elephant in the room shows up again…I won’t let him ruin this. I won’t let him ruin us both and the beautiful thing we’re sharing right now. I’ll find a way to be with you, Pinkie Pie. I want to stay with you…

“I…” I can’t say that to her face. I’m not strong enough.”I’m past AJ. She can’t love me as I loved her, so it’s over. But I won’t let you go. Not when there’s somepony right there that likes me so much! Because you like me… right?”

Ask a stupid question, Dash.

“Of course I like you! I super-duper-hyper-extra-ultra-mega-giant-size-gloriously-awesomely-outstandgly like you!“

“Then show me what you’ve got! I think it’s my turn to feel good…” And then I kindly inform Pinkie that she isn’t the only one with a world-shattering, seductive look.

Before I know, I find myself standing on all fours on the bed. My hind legs bent to allow me to raise my rump as high as I can, while I use my forelegs to support myself on the headboard of her bed. I wait for her in this precarious position for a while, when suddenly she enters the room bouncing holding in her teeth a spray can of unidentified content. I feel a little chill over my spine as she puts the object on the bed.

“Oh Dashie…” I feel her approaching me, hearing her sweet voice just behind me. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been planning this?”

“No, but you must have a lot of free time. Well, I can’t blame you for thinking about having sex with me, though.”No reasons why we shouldn’t have some laughs while doing it. And she certainly agrees.

“Ahahaha! You’re such a smartass, Dashie! I’ll have to punish you for that…” Pinkie starts spreading my butt cheeks with her hooves, exposing my anus to the world and the colder temperature in the room. My heart beats faster, for equal parts of fear and excitement. Mostly fear because I know I can expect anything from that little minx.

And I’m immediately proven right because I feel even colder on my extremely sensitive opening. So cold that I almost jump, all of that caused by a white blob of…whipped cream? Of course it is! Baker, remember?

But decorating my back entrance wasn’t enough, no, she starts spraying upward, all over my spine making me shiver even more than before. I start moaning desperately when she stops with my back and finishes the can on the can on the upper and most sensitive part, of my wings.

I have not even the time to adjust for all the tingling excitement I feel in my most sensitive spots as her long, voracious tongue starts assaulting my butt hole. And now I’m actually screaming with pleasure, because I can feel her tongue gathering all the cream on my entrance, gently circling it, teasing every spot of my delicate net of nerves on it. The waves of pleasure start spreading all inside my crotch area and I start coming lightly, spurting it all over her bed. She stops focusing on my behind, following her own trail on my spine, caressing my cutie marks with her hooves on the way up and then embracing my torso to support herself once she’s arrived at the middle of my back. She indulges in a bit, before starting to eye intensively my cream covered wings.

Even if my entire body is wrecked by that relishing sensation provided by her tongue, I find the mental clarity to turn my head toward and gently brush her lips with my own, as my own way of saying: “Do it, Pinkie.” I could’ve just said that by feeling so romantic right now…

She then downright assaults one of my wings with her mouth, licking it like a ravenous beast, gobbling up every last bit of cream and indulging on every inch of my appendages, sealing the deal with a little kiss once that spot is clean. Sometimes she even bites one of my feathers and starts to chew it slowly. I can’t take this anymore. I’m still coming, dripping weakly and I feel jolts of electricity zigzagging like crazy in my spinal cord, while I feel my wings on fire, twitching like crazy and trying to spread even further.

Finally she finishes, having swallowed every last drop of cream. I come just some more while my wings lower in surrender and I slump down on my belly, feeling completely defeated and drowning in the afterglow of my ‘wingasm’ immensely satisfied. I can feel her gently crumbling on top of me, leaving out a sigh of pure delight. Her body is still so warm and sweaty…

“I love you, Rainbow Dash…” she whispers. “I love you so much. You’re my sky…my whole world…”

And these words, this simple, wonderful declaration of love, instantly reignite the fire inside me. We have a big thing in common, Pinkie and me. We don’t think too much farther. We just do what we like. And boy, do we like each other!

My wings rise once again, even if I still feel them aching both for the preparations of the storm and my time with Pinkie, getting so hard that they knock Pinkie on her side, startling her a little.

“Whoah, Dashie! Round 3, already?”

And a fourth, and fifth and sixth if I can keep this up…

I stand above her on all fours, with my wings spread and snorting furiously from my nose. Even If I look like a horny monster, Pinkie is still head over hooves for me, which she shows by standing there with her mouth open in complete awe. I grab one of her hind legs and I gently raise it, trying to make it perpendicular to her body and exposing in the process her still dripping sex to the world. And then I thrust my hips into hers.

The feeling of our swollen and fatigued sexes meeting together so harshly is enough to make us scream at the same time.

I buck her, harshly and repeatedly.

Mercilessly even.

I buck her again and again and again as I intend to making the whole bed creak and protest and forcing my adorable lover to press her fore hooves on the headboard, almost pulling it out.

Her eyes roll over and her tongue hangs at the side of her mouth, completely lost in the heat of our passion. I’m doing her just like a stallion, grinding our clitorises together and rubbing every inch of our lips against each other. A hungry, frenzied act animated by pure animalistic fury. I smash our nubs so hard that it starts hurting but the pleasure once again assaults my body, spreading from my haunches to everywhere of me, especially the parts that Pinkie dealt with, as if to remind me of every wonderful moment I spent with her until now.

As I feel the inevitable orgasm getting closer, Pinkie wraps her hind legs around my waist pulling me closer into a kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth dancing with mine. I give the last few bucks, increasing the intensity of the final thrusts before we finally explode!
Her stream is strong as ever, even stronger than before obviously drowning mine, and making the space between our bodies all squishy and wet. I can feel the warmth of her cum squirting on me for several seconds, sealing the deal with a final series of spurts.Every hair, every feather of my body is so sensitive that every breath almost hurts. Pinkie cups my cheeks with her hooves pulling me in yet another, eager kiss.

There’s no need for words.

We’ve finally become one.

Her gentle smile tells me that and this time we don’t need to hide from each other.

Losing ourselves in the sweet taste of our kisses before slipping in the land of dreams is everything we need. For every kiss that I didn’t give her that night and she wanted …For that night and all the nights that came before…

Author's Notes: Well, first foray into clop. I don't have anything to say, but this: AC/DC in the background really works for writing clop. Think about that.