Seven Shades of Rainbow

Seven Shades of Rainbow

By Damocles23

Chapter Four: Doing Things Properly

The particular reason I wanted to start our little ‘Tell-Everypony-We’re-A-Couple-Now’with Rarity was the simple fact that whenever she and Applejack are together, with the other four or just alone, they have the tendency to demonstrate their affection in the most overstated ways possible or, as I like to call it, forcing us to acknowledge it. Whether we want it or not.

They don’t do it with malice, though. I don’t believe any of my friends is capable of malice and I know they weren’t doing that just to annoy me.Nopony ever knew and nopony even bothered to ask…

Rarity was always the romantic type, so it’s pretty normal for her to finally live up to her fantasies, allowing herself to indulge in them.

And Applejack sometimes can be so honest to appear downright blunt, so she couldn’t fathom the thought about faking what she feels for Rarity, not for me nor for anypony else.

Also there’s the fact that the two are sincerely in love with each other, so I’m nopony to stop them from telling the world that they love each other and they’re proud of it. I am proud of being with Pinkie, after all.

But we’re forgetting one little detail: I’m not capable of malice like the others either, but I can be such a jerk when I want to…Well, nothing too jerky, though.

Just giving her a taste of her own medicine with some heavy snogging and petting on her front door. I hope Sweetie Belle isn’t at home…

We arrive at the boutique very early in the morning. I hope sheis alreadyin, maybe finishing some dresses before opening so I knock.

No answer.

I poke the door gently and it open slowly, creaking.

“Huh, she’s not at home…or she forgot to lock up. Oh, well! Next stop!” Pinkie says turning around. I stop her grabbing her by the tail.

“Wait a minute, Pinks! We can’t miss this chance!”

“Chance? A chance for what?” She reappears beside me almost the instant I said that. I then notice I’m not holding her tail anymore; my hoof is literally grasping nothing…

“Do you realize what this means?” I waggle my eyebrows, smirking.

“Yes. Rarity should always lock up the door before leaving.”

“No, no. I mean that we are alone? In the boutique?”

“Whoah! It’s true! What do you want to do Dashie? Pulla prank? Mess up her shop?”

“Nah, that would be mean…but still! I don’t know. Let’s take a look!” I enter the shop and Pinkie follows me bouncing.

The windows are half opened so there isn’t complete darkness. The boutique isn’t the usual mess Iam used toseeing, just half of clothes on the floor and fewer measuring tapes than usual.This means that Rarity was in there for a while and did start working on something, confirmed by the mannequin in the center of the shop, covered by an orange sheet.

I lift it a little,just to catch a glimpse of the dress. I can only see a blue gown adorned with a fine series of star shaped embroideries. Rarity’s making, no doubt about that. But it’s still unfinished so I can’t make any judgment about it. The thing that draws Pinkie’s attention and mine as well is another:the dressing room…

Well, it mostly draws my attention, she just happened to glace at it for a few seconds. It was my dirty mind that cooked this up. At first I think that it’s daring, too scandalous even for me! But then I realize that I’ll never have a chance like that again.

I want to try this!

And, what better way to showing off to Rarity than making out in her own shop?

She’ll never know it after all…Until we came out from her boutique giggling and making out...

“Oooohhh! Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Pinkie?”I wink at her, demonstrating my own version of her devilish smirk.

Her eyes dart between me and the dressing room and she blinks several times, as if she’s asking herself if she got that right. Oh yes, you did…

“You want to do it…here? In the boutique?Behind that curtain and with the possibility that Rarity that could show up anytime?!”

Now that she’s telling me this, I start to see some flaws in my reasoning.”Because you don’t want to…?”

“YES! I WANT IT SO MUCH! HERE! NOW!”

And without further ado, she grabs me and locks my lips with hers. A hungry, eager, violent kiss, where she throws herself at me without hesitation.Without even thinking.Lost in that delicious kiss, I don’t even notice that she’s dragging me in there and throws me on the ground, like a prize to claim. When she quickly stands on her hind legs and closes the curtain in a hurry I fully realize that it’s just me and her.

Oh, yes!

“You’re a dirty, dirty Dashie!” She jumps on top of me with a loud thunk. “And that’s why you’re the best!”

My ribs say ouch.

But my loins say Whooooopeeeee!

She kisses me again, this time much more tenderly. Her lips pull mine into a soft, wet embrace in which she indulges slowly and deliberately, pulling and kissing every inch of my lips. Her tongue starts pushing against mine, but not for dominance. It’s not a challenge, it’s a tease. In fact I don’t want it to enter just yet, I want this to continue. Savoring the taste her soft tongue with the tip of mine, letting her believe for just a moment that she’s gaining dominance…only for her to respond with a little push and let her start all over, while I feel her hooves brushing through all of my mane and ending up on my shoulders.

In turn I start using mine to brush her sides, arriving to her juicy plump flanks. I start to rub and grab them, massaging them faster and in such a frantic way that in the silence I can only hear the friction of her pink flesh and the sweet, sweet smacking sound of our kiss.

And just when’s reaching my wings and I feel the gentle touch of her hooves on the tips of my feathers, that wonderful romantic silence is broken by two voices. Two familiar, female voices…

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m sure you just forgot about the door!”

My egghead senses are tingling. Twilight is here?

“Well, if you say so, dear. At least your dress is still there! Ah-ah, don’t touch it! It’s still a work in progress.”

Rarity’s voice. I’m not mistaken. The snotty tone is there.

With an incredible strain of will, I manage to tear off Pinkie from my face, leaving a trail of drool between our mouths. She stands there, blinking dumfounded.

“Pinks, there’s somepony here! We have to go!”

Good one, Rainbow! Scream behind the curtain…

“And where? There’s only one way out!” she says whispering.”Now, don’t talk! Maybe they won’t notice us or they’ll go away!”

“A-Alright…” I say as quiet as possible. We stand there, still locked in the embrace, unmoving and breathing as little as possible while the conversation continues.

“I know it’ll be wonderful, Rarity. I…don’t know how to thank you for this.”

“It’s just a favor to a dear friend, don’t worry! And, after everything you did for me I think it’s trivial in comparison. Maybe you could tell me for who exactly you need this…”

“I’d rather not. It’s not that I don’t trust you but…”

“Shh-shh-sshh!” she cuts her off. “I know what you’re going to say. You want to sort this out by yourself and I respect that! I just want you to succeed at wooing this mysterious mare or stallion. Now where were my scissors?”

I hear her hoof steps coming closer. I don’t dare moving because I just know she’ll get us. Of course she’s coming this way! And Pinkie must think the same because she’s frozen like a statue. A dead frozen statue that doesn’t even blink.

Don’tlookthiswaydon’tlookthiswaydon’tlookthisway!

The hoof steps come to a stop. The silhouettes of two unicorns are clearly visible through the curtain.

“I don’t remember it this way…”

Of course…

She opens the curtain and the next thing we see are the horrified and appalled faces of two of my best friends. Well, Twilight looks just a bit surprised, she’s even blushing. Rarity, instead, looks completely disgusted! Her face is deformed with an expression of pure revulsion, biting her lip so hard that it looks almost like she’ll rip it off. Her eyes are bloodshot and she’s actually fuming from her nostrils.

“Hi, Rarity! Hi, Twilight! We’re a couple now!” says Pinkie with a silly, toothy smile. Well, not so much of a smile as a smirk. A devious smirk, not unlike the one she always uses with me. But unlike that charming smile this seems like she’s…mocking her? Way to rub it on her face, Pinks! Even I couldn’t think better…

But, of course, Rarity appreciates this even less than before.

I can only see a white flash before Rarity forcibly grabs both of us and we’re thrown outside the boutique, falling with my belly on the ground, and shortly after Pinkie lands on me making a squeaky sound.Which means I just made a squeaky sound.

My ribs and my loins are downright booing me, now…

Twilight sheepishly leans just outside the door and says, “I’m happy for you two…” She is immediately cut off by Rarity throwing a box at me and violently closing the door.

The box hits me with a slight poke. I had worse, of course. As it falls on the ground, I notice that it’s one of the cake boxes I already saw at Sugarcube Corner. I can’t help but snicker; all of that talking about a lady being in perfect shape and she eats sweets just like all of us.

“Well at least she hit you with one of my cakes!” says Pinkie lifting herself up and freeing me from her pleasant weight.

“Celestia forbid she starts to buy those things from the competition.”I pat my coat to get rid of the dirt.

“She better not!” Pinkie suddenly lashes out. Her voice booms and becomes actually menacing.

Well, it’s official: our relationship is just few hours old and we’re already banned from Carousel Boutique.

And this time, I can’t blame Thunderlane.
…

Ok, I will anyway.

“Where do we go now, Dashie?”she asks, surprisingly amused by the whole thing.

“To somepony whose home we haven’t invaded yet, I guess.”

Then I have another crazy idea. Well, not as crazy as making out in Rarity’s boutique while she wasn’t there. Not crazy at all, actually. I’m surprised I didn’t think of this before. After all we have to make it official…

“Hop on my back! We’ll go faster that way.” I lift my rump at her to allow her to hop. Everypony will see us, now.

“Of course, Dashie Washie!” She complies, much more delicately than before, and hugs my neck to support herself. “You’re so kind! You know…I always wanted you to take me flying…”

“Well, you are my marefriend now. Of course I’ll do that for you…”I’m just being honest. Doesn’t stop me from blushing more than I want to admit and feel that pleasant tingle inside. That beautiful sensation to have somepony to do it.I can live with that.

I take off and I can feel the sweet sensation of the pink pony clinging on me like a little filly, trusting me completely. The feeling of her fur on my coat is enough to keep me warm and cozy. Sometimes the air currents up there are a bit too cold for my tastes. And, after all, I’ve kept her warm so many times, wrapping her with my wings, so I guess it’s kind of sweet on my part.

We share this beautiful moment, flying over Ponyville at a much slower pace that I’m used to. If we have to share this, after all, I want her to enjoy it to the fullest. And judging by her gentle nuzzling of my neck, I’ll say she is. And we don’t need words for this.

I feel the queen of the world up there, with her.She must feel like one, too. Ponyville looks so small that I could grasp it in my hoof.

But it’s not in Ponyville I want to stay for now. A bit farther than that: Sweet Apple Acres.

Well, I know that it didn’t go well with Rarity but maybe this time I can have some results.Also, I’m not planning to sneak up in her barn this time.

But, as soon we begin to leave Ponyville, everything goes bad.

“Dashie…are we going now?” She sounds worried. Really worried. Her sweet, bubbly tone of voice is replaced by something really close to just monotone. I turn my head just a little to see with the corner of my eye that her eyes are wide open.

“We’re just passing to see AJ. Nothing serious. Is it something wrong?”

“Yes! A lot! I can’t go there!

“Why?”

“I left…Gummy…Alone…in the oven…in summer!” It looks like she has taken some pieces out of other possible excuses and put them together.

“Oh, come on! I saw Gummy before we left! He was fine!”

“But what if he’s in the oven now?”

“How can he be in the oven?”

“JUST LET ME CHECK!” she screams so hard that we almost lose balance and I start to wobble in the air. That scream wasn’t a normal Pinkie Pie scream of annoyance…she looked scared.

Completely terrified.

I don’t know if the whole Gummy thing is true but I have to listen to her.

Before we both crash, I decide not to continue the discussion further and I slowly land on one of the nearby lanes that connects the outskirts and the field with the village itself. She immediately jumps off of me and goes to her merry way…well, not that merry since she still looks so distressed and nervous.

“I’m sorry, Dashie. I can’t stay here…” Her lip trembles for a moment. “I have to check so many things…”

One for every excuse you made up…

“But I had fun with you. I swear!” She gives me a little kiss on the cheek. I forgive her almost immediately for all the excuses
she’s making up but I’m still disappointed about our first stroll together. Unless I find some way to make up…

“No problem, Pinks. Are you busy tonight?”

Just that simple suggestion makes her smile return.“Nopey-Dopey! Dashie! You got something on your mind?”

“Then, why don’t you come to place tonight? Just me…and you…to have some fun…”

Of course, she wears that smirk and her eyes flutter. She leans seductively toward me, so close that I could actually kiss her on those juicy pink lips. “And what are we gonna do tonight, Dashie?”

“Anything you want. Besides, I was at your place last night. I think we should get even and…”

I start to babble, losing all my charm points. Don’t lose it now, Dash! Say something deep. Something sexy…

”…and I don’t think you ever saw my place and you totally have to because it’s so cool and maybe we can have dinner together and talk about everything or maybe play some…”

She shuts me up with a tender kiss on the lips before it gets worse.”Of course I’m coming! I’d love to! Like, I’d super love to! You’ll be cooking, right?”

To be completely honest, I just wanted to buy something already done and praying she wouldn’t notice. But I can’t liet o that innocent and expectant look she’s giving me. Besides, she gave me a good idea: why shouldn’t I cook something for my marefriend? How hard could it be?

“Well, duh! I am an awesome cook! Didn’t you know? Who the hay do you think I am?” I poof my chest up, looking so prideful and fierce that I fear the world may not contain it.”I am Rainbow Dash! There’s nothing I can’t do: Lover, Fighter, The Bucking Sky!”

“And I can testify for all three! Especially the first one!” Her newfound smile breaks for just a moment, but I still notice. “But now I really have to go…” She gives me one last kiss on the forehead.”See you tonight!”

“Bye…Pinkie…” I see her trot away, turning into just a little pink dot in the distance.

And I thought it was turning out so well…

My silly boasting has limits. I can always make her smile by bragging like no tomorrowbut not this time. This time I know I couldn’t do anything about. She was too distressed when she screamed, so unlike Pinkie Pie that it almost hurts. I always forget the most important fact, even if I’m so proud of bringing this up, we’re a couple now.

And I know, it sounds obvious, but that’s very different from being friends. Pinkie is a real pony, with real feelings and real problems and now that we’re together I have to listen to her more carefully. I felt so protective the night before…I still feel like that. What we shared yesterday meant so much for me…for us…and I have responsibilities towards her.

Sure, we can have fun acting like jerks or rutting each other silly but there’s more than that. Much more than that, now. I have to be a pony that she can lean onto when she feels down, the one she can tell everything to and won’t judge her, somepony with which she can just be herself. She’s surely one for me, I don’t even have to look cool in front of her. I’m always cool for her and even if I start to babble, like before, she likes anyway because…she just likes me…

Also, seeing her that way just breaks my heart…And, for very obvious reasons, I can gather the reasons for what happened right here… Sweet Apple Acres.

Some big, obvious clue because the exact moment I turn toward the fields I see something I didn’t expect to see. At least not under this light…

A hunky, well built red stallion is plowing the fields, not even straining to pull the enormous tool, treating it like a pleasant stroll instead of a job, even enjoying the sensation of the wind caressing his mane. I can’t say the same for the other light brown stallion, who strains all of his muscles and grinds his teeth just to move the plow a few feet.

The last piece of the puzzle falls in my hooves and sucker punches me in the gut as I finally understand why she went ballistic when I said we were passing over Sweet Apple Acres. And, even if it’s crazy, I think the reasons are those two…

Pinkie’s words roar and swirl in my head, mixing and transforming themselves into the truth I desperately try to avoid…

He was a stallion…I can’t stay here… He was a stallion…I can’t stay here… He was a stallion…I can’t stay here… He was a stallion…I can’t stay here… He was a stallion…I can’t stay here…

It all makes sense…It’s preposterous but makes sense…I heard of her passing often at Applejack’s place but she has this reaction only when she was going with me. I think that’s a big, honkin’ clue right there.
But my extremely redundant thought process and the shocking conclusion I have come to is so mesmerizing that I don’t notice Big Mac gently shaking me to pull me out of my post-revelation catatonia.

“Hum...You okay, Miss Rainbow?”

I blink several times and exit from my coma. “Whoah, yes! I just blanked out for a second.Hi, Big Mac.”

“Hello. What brings you there?”

The fact that you could be my girlfriend’s ex…

“I-huh…wanted to see AJ. Is she at home?” That’s kind of a half truth. I really wanted to see her but now I’m much more interested in her brother…But what I’m going to ask him? Are you the reason why Pinkie nearly had a hissy fit when we passed over there?

“Ya missed her by this much. A few minutes ago she said she needed to go to Ponyville.”

“Wow..strange…we were headed in opposite direction and I didn’t see her.”

“Maybe Miss Pinkie saw her.” He looks so calm and reserved that I don’t know if I should be suspicious after this one…

“Oh, you saw us pass by?”

“Eeyup.”

“That’s because…we’re a couple now. Yes, we wanted to bring the big news to AJ but we didn’t find her so…I guess you know that, too!”

“Eeyup.”He cocks an eyebrow just slightly. Matter of the mixed message, fillies and gentlecolts…

“Eeyup, indeed!” I know my voice isn’t as deep as his but I think I’ve nailed it.”Totally a couple, now!”I say the last part raising my voice a bit higher than normal, allowing the other guy to listen to it. He just stops for a second, looks at me and then goes back to work. Guess he’s taken lesson from the master himself…

“Congratulations,” says Big Mac, dryly.

“Well, if I don’t see her first, tell her I’ve passed by, alright?”

“Eeyup.”

“Thank you, Big Mac. Bye!” I take off and start flying in the opposite direction from where me and Pinkie came, leaving the fields behind. I don’t have time to lose, now. Like I said before, I can still make up for this. We’re seeing each other and we’re going to talk about, like two loving mares with no secrets whatsoever. Some good food, cider, my charming presence and we’re done for the night. I’ll know everything about her freak-out and will be living happily ever after, just like in the sappy romance novels.

I’m positively sure about this.

In the thick, black, putrid smoke that fills my cloud house completely I realize, sometimes my opinion of myself is somewhat inflated by my numerous achievements I’ve accomplished despite my relatively young age and sometimes I happen to think so high of myself that I fail to comprehend that some activities are, alas, above my grasp and my understanding.

Which means our bucking dinner is ruined!

The smoke smells so bad that I dare not open my mouth to avoid being intoxicated by such a mephitic aroma and I can’t open my eyes, either. Last time I got it all in my face, my eyes burned and they didn’t seem to stop. I’m forced to wander aimlessly around in my house searching for a window, guided only by touch. With sheer luck I manage to reach what I think it’s a glass surface and try to grasp for a handle.

It creaks but it opens and I’m free to push my window open letting the miasma out of my home and my heart. The smell still remains. I’ll probably have to wash all the interiors to get rid of it! It’ll probably linger forever! FOR-E-VER! I lean outside my window to breathe some fresh air, while I curse my luck.

“Damn you, Thunderlane! Damn you to Tartarus! First the cloud, then the boutique and now this! You really don’t want me to be happy, do ya?”

This time I’m gonna make him pay!

I return to my oven to take a look at the casualties. I fully open the door and I get assailed by yet another puff of that horrifying scent, causing me to cough. I put my eyes upon what was supposed to be a savory cake.

At first, I thought that Pinkie may have preferred something sweet for dinner but I usually don’t eat them at dinner, my stomach feels funny if I do after a certain hour and I reasoned that she ate plenty of sweets during the day so I wanted to try something different for her.

The book said it was an unbelievably easy recipe but I managed to turn it into an unbelievable disaster.

I just had to mix some milk, pistachios, cheese and some other stuff and then bake it. To quote Derpy, I just don’t know what went wrong.

Next time she does something silly, I’m going to be kinder than usual with her, that’s for sure. I grab the book to see if I followed right the recipe…I read the recipe again, going back forth among every paragraph and I still can’t wrap my head around it: the ingredients were there, I had the bowls, I didn’t mix it much, I put the damn thing in the oven and…

Oh.

It says 30 minutes. Thirty. There was a smear on the book that kind of looked like a one…

Whatever…Pinkie is going to be here in a few minutes and I’m lucky I didn’t manage to burn the cider. That would be it! It’s the last one of my special reserve, I was saving it for a special occasion and I don’t think there’s a more special occasion than our first dinner together.

I’m still trying to get rid of the leftover smoke waving my hoof around, when I hear a knocking at the door and a familiar, chirping, delightful voice.

“Dashie Washie! It’s meeeee!”

“I’m coming!” I say between coughs, still stumbling to get to the door. I almost crash against it before I can open it, sharingthe last puff of smokewith Pinkie as well. She doesn’t even flinch, strangely. I’m here with my eyes red and still coughing and she doesn’t even flinch.

“Huh! That smells good! Are you making fumè?”

“Yeah…Maybe you can call it like that…” I don’t know what that means but she surely knows more about food than me. “I hope you’ll like it.”

If you can digest toxic waste, that is.

“If you made it must be good.” She hugs me and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. “Everything about you is good!”

We sit at the table where she eagerly insists to try my kitchen war crime. I take a couple of slices for us and bring it to her on a couple of tiny plates.

“Mmmmm…Smells even better from there!”She takes a long sniff, obviously pleased by it.

I’m too afraid to let her take the first bite so I sacrifice myself for her sake. It tastes like...

Sorrow.

Sorrow with an aftertaste of regret. There’s a party in my mouth and everypony is having an existential crisis. It’s like a baked bad omen, its presence itself forewarns to an oncoming disaster, looming in the horizon. It makes me want to cry…

Of course, she’s diving in the plate face first. “That’s awesome, Dashie! It’s crunchy on the outside and softy inside!” She gobbles the whole slice in a second and pours herself a glass of cider.”Are you gonna eat that?” she asks, referring to my slice. I pass it to her with nonchalantly.

“So…”I say. “I went to Sweet Apple Acres earlier.”

“Oh, yes!” she answers still devouring her plate. “Did you find AJ?”

“No. Her brother told me she went to Ponyville…” I trace some circles with my hoof on the table, looking bored.”You know…Her brother?” I say the word brother slowly, to bring it to her attention deliberately. She doesn’t even flinch.

“Well, duh! I know Big Mac.” She wipes her mouth with her foreleg. “And he said that AJ went to Ponyville?”

“Eeyup…” I bring out my best Big Mac impression I can find. He didn’t bother when I did that. Well, he didn’t say anything in regard…

She giggles. “Hihi, you just looked like him! About AJ, I bet she went there to comfort the poor dear after she saw that vulgar sight of us smooching like crazy!” She hugs herself happily with a broad grin and starts her own impression of the two lovebirds. ”Oh, Applejack! I can’t believe those two ruffians were doing such things while I was gone!” Her inflection and accent is eerily similar to Rarity’s.

She then shifts her weight to the left and starts stroking an imaginary mane. “You don’t worry anymore, sugarcube. Ah’ll show you what a real mare is!” Pinkie gives a long flurry of sloppy kisses to her own hoof for a while until she sees me flinch this time for just a second. Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be bothered anymore…she’s just joking…I like when she jokes.

“I’m sorry, Dashie. I guess it was too soon…Hehe.” she giggles nervously, looking ashamed.

“Nah…don’t worry…”I look absently at the cloudy floor and take a swig of cider from the bottle.And another one, just to give me some courage. “You know who was there, too? That stallion with the deep voice…what’s his name…?”

“Caramel!” She doesn’t hesitate, pointing her hoof right at me. I don’t think I’m doing much progress…

“I guess you were at Twilight’s….” I take another swig of cider.

“Yuppers!I borrowed her balloon to come here and she said she is really happy for us and she said that maybe we’re having a double date!”

I almost spit my drink. So, that’s what she was talking about in the shop…”And who is it?”

“Dunno! She didn’t want to tell me! She said she doesn’t want to tell anypony! Actually, I shouldn’t tell you that but I didn’t Pinkie Promise on that one. Just promise me you’re not telling anypony!”

“Sure…Sure…”Looks like everypony I know has some sort of dark romantic secret. What’s next? Fluttershy and her tortured relationship with a creature of the night? Now that i mention it, she told me about how that Night Guard from last Nightmare Night that, according to her, looked cute...

I already finished the bottle. I think it’s time to pass on plan B: bring out Miss Sexy Flanks and make her spill the beans…

“You know, Pinkie…Why don't we make ourselves more...comfortable?” I float to her side, lifting myself from the chair and I start to lean seductively towards her.

“I was waiting the whole day to hear you say that…” She puts on a sultry smirk and trots to my bed.

She sits on it looking outside the window, before patting at the next place to her, smiling, and inviting me to come over. Once I join her she instantly pulls me into an eager kiss.

In the light of Luna’s moon, our kiss tastes just like the first. It’s gentle, yet intense. Very intense.I feel like all the gloom and awkwardness of earlier is blown away from the sweetness and passion of that kiss. Her hoof gently brushes against the fur on my chest, massaging it in tiny circles right where my heart is. It’s already beating fast, of course, and she doesn’t fail to notice. Pinkie breaks the kiss for just a moment.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her.

“I had to be sure this is really happening. I had to make sure you’re real…”

I put my hoof on her own. “You feel this?” I say, referring to my heart, which is threatening to leave.

“Yes. It’s beating so fast…I can feel it.”

“Only you can make me feel this way…”

I kiss her back in a much sloppierand inelegant way, starting from where we left.I press my lips on hers like my life depends on it, still drooling from before. Only this time it tastes like…

Joy

That’s what I feel now that I’m kissing her again…pure joy.

My joy from kissing her and the joy she’s feeling from kissing me. That’s because Pinkie is, quite frankly, the best kisser I’ve ever had. Not that I had many…Ok, two…Pinkie included… She’s gentle, yet passionate. She gives me every kiss thinking it may be the last, grasping at my lips with her own with tenderness and care.

Her kisses get more frantic and frequent, pressing my lips again and again against hers in a way that it almost looks like she’s slipping in the heat of our love and my lips are the only thing that can keep her in here.

This ends when she grips me into a fierce hug, almost crushing my ribs with her forelegs, before her tongue starts pushing against mine, forcing me to counterattack by pushing harder. This time I’m not playing soft, she’s really challenging me this time and she pulls no punches, either. After all, she couldn’t find a better teacher about competiveness than me! It takes a while before I manage to push her tongue back and let mine enter her mouth, playing with her own, participating in a tender dance. She comfortably loses herself into it so much that Pinkie allows me to push her on the bed. While the hug lasts I can feel that her heart is also beating faster, in unison with mine…

The moon lights up her beautiful pink head making her pink complexion stand out with its pale glow and, more importantly, her eyes…The light of the moon makes her eyes look like two majestic blue lakes, a couple of gorgeous blue sapphires in which I can’t stop staring into. But it’s something else that does the trick: her expression…That alluring, innocent expression she keeps while staring at me with a smile as pure as the first fallen snow. Like an innocent, and very much in love,little filly that waits for her lover like it’s the first time.

Well, that was already taken care by either Caramel or Big Mac, but my point remains.

I give her a deliberately long kiss on the forehead, before burying myself in her poofy mane. I take a big whiff of her scent, while giving her a flurry of little kisses. She always smells and tastes like sugar, only this time with something of an aftertaste of clouds…my cloud…and some of our dinner. It tastes so much better in her mouth. Everything tastes better on her! Once I start kissing her forehead again, I see Pinkie closing her eyes, offering her lips for another passionate kiss that I can’t just refuse. Our lips meet again and I feel that exhilarating sensation that goes from my throat and expands itself in my shoulders and stomach. It’s just like our first time…

I pull her into a strong embrace and I break our kiss, although very reluctantly.

“What’s the matter, Dashie?” she says, still with that look on her face and a cute trail of drool hanging from her lips. Sweet Celestia, am I always this mess of a kisser?

“I love you! That’s the matter!” I answer harshly. But I’m not blushing this time.

“I know, Dashie….I love you t…”

“No, you don’t understand. I mean it! I mean it so much! I am yours and you are mine and I don’t want to see you suffer!”

“Oh…” she says, averting her gaze.”If it was from this morning, I…”

“I don’t care!” I interrupt her almost instantly, making her pupils widen in shock.”I don’t care what you left behind…I just…” I lean closer to her, putting my head on her chest. “I just don’t want to see you that way anymore…”

I lift my head to meet her puzzled look, as she slowly comes to realize what I just said. “Oooooh…You mean…that? You don’t have to think about that.”

“Then why? Why do you not want to tell me the truth?”

“Because…I don’t feel comfortable telling you yet. If I tell you who it is then so much will change and I don’t want things to change. Not this way…”

“Just what happened between you two? Whoever it was?”

“I-I promised to not tell…”

“To who? No, wait. I bet…”

She zips her mouth in response.

I knew it. I just knew it…

“Dashie…”she brushes my cheek. “I promised to keep the secret and you know the drill with secrets and friends…”

“I’m not your friend!” She gasps loudly and stays there with an open mouth, looking she’s about to cry. I embrace her fiercely once again.

“I’m your marefriend, now. And you shouldn’t have so many secrets with me. I’m sorry if I may look clingy but that’s who I am. I can’t help it…”I put my head on her belly.

She sighs loudly. “Why don’t you want things to stay like this…? Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Because…” I stop like that. I don’t have any answers. I’m obsessed that’s what it is. I am obsessed once again with another mare…and worst of all, I’ve completely misunderstood her. She wanted to let go of the past and I just won’t let her…She just wanted a nice evening with me and I just shoved the fact down her throat that I’m basically jealous of her ex, whoever it is…

“I need some time to think!” She shoves me aside and runs to the door.

“Pinkie, wait!” I try to reach to my hoof but to no avail. She has already slammed the door behind her. I run to her but once
I’m on my doorstep I see she has already took off.

And I just stand there, looking I’m ready to cry…

Until I notice I’m already crying…

Author’s Notes: I know, I’m a douchebag. Say it in the comments, I won’t get angry. Also, Fluttershy X Sunshine Smiles OTP.