Seven Shades of Rainbow

Seven Shades of Rainbow

By Damocles23

Chapter Six: A New Beginning

Stupid Dashie…and stupid Pinkie Pie, too.

To think I was doing so well…

I could be in my bed making out with my Dashie Washie, but I have to settle with my pillow.

Rainbow tastes so much better…This is so stuffy and smells too much of fabric softener. She tastes of rain and cinnamon and everything that is good…She tastes of my Dashie Washie and I’ve ruined everything.

Maybe that’s because it happened too fast? Of course it did! Stupid Pinkie Pie couldn’t wait to do the dirty things with her, not even telling her everything.

Instead I had to freak out and be a general pain in the flank…and now she’s gone. I don’t even know if she wants to get back to me or at least be just friends…

I can’t be just friends with her. We can’t.

I love her.

I’ve always loved her and I’ll love her until my silly, sugar coated bones will hold.

I’m not so deluded to think the contrary and just stop having these wonderful feelings for her. She’s everything I could hope and aspire for: my best friend, the coolest, sexiest pegasus in the world and a pony so kind, comprehensive and gentle that my heart melts like chocolate just thinking of her and her cute smile. Even her corny jokes fill my heart with unspeakable glee.

She wasn’t even angry when I told her (well for a pretty roundabout definition of “told her”) that it was me that tasted her rainbow that fateful night. I was scared when she came through my door all wet and nervous, scared that once I confessed she would hate me forever and don’t want to see me again.

But she didn’t mind.

If she wasn’t the wonderful, compassionate pony that she is, she would have probably thrown the cake to my face and told everypony of that horrible thing I did to her.

Instead she brought me upstairs, carrying me in her muscular forelegs and loved me as I’ve never been loved before in my whole life. I really meant that when I said she always makes me happy and what happened last night doesn’t change it.

The worst thing about this whole mess is that she cared too much for me! She told me that she needed to know because she wanted to see me smile again and I just had to be Zip Mouth McZippington!

Sometimes when I Pinkie Promise I wonder if I’m going to hurt somepony. I wonder if sometimes knowing a secret is necessary, especially for the one you love. She must have thought the worse of me, the unthinkable. I made her worry for nothing and I can’t forgive myself for this.

I’m going to her. At least for the love of my life, I can break a Pinkie Promise. I’ll take all the balloons in the world, search the whole skies if necessary and tell everything to Dashie! Eve-ry-thing!

I don’t care if she won’t forgive me, I owe her at least this much. I will fight for my love!

I lift myself from the bed and run downstairs in the bakery. If everything goes according to plan I could find her and apologize before opening the shop.

Easy Peasy!

Before I can open the door, though, a bell rings and it opens itself, revealing the silhouette of a pony standing against the just settled sun.

Could it be…her?

Tears form at the corner of my eyes as I threw myself at the just entered pony, hugging the figure so tight that I can’t almost believe it.

“Oh, Dashie! I love you! You came back to me!”

“Glad to see you too, but I think that’s one big misunderstanding…” That’s one uncharacteristically deep voice for Dashie…Either she has a cold…or gained a few inches…and lost her wings…

I open my eyes to reveal somepony that I never expect to see, nor wanted. I shouldn’t be angry at him, I really, really shouldn’t. I can’t help that being a little sad, though.

“Oh, hi, Caramel…” My smile turns instantly in a pout. Again, just because I don’t know how to deal with this.

“Hi, Pinkie Pie…are you…huh…”With the corner of my eye I can see he’s blushing. Like, a lot. He always did that when he was with me. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better…”

“Is everything ok with you and…” he bites his lip, “Rainbow Dash?”

“Did you see her? Where is she?”

“I’ve seen her just yesterday when you two passed by the farm.”

“Oh…So you know now.”

Oh, Dashie…you really couldn’t stay without knowing, did you? I can understand it, though…I mean if you had tofreak out like that I would’ve turned the world upside down just so see you smile again.

“Well, it was pretty obvious. She passed by just to basically scream that at everypony. I mean, even Applebloom knows now! She was passing by when I and Mac were working.”

I can’t help but chortle at this. What better way for my Dashie than announce it to the world? If she told me, she would have surely borrowed a couple of my megaphones so that they would know it even at Canterlot!

“Wow…”

“Yeah, wow! She probably did that to rub it in my face. How did she know it anyway?”

“I think it was my fault. I was kind of…scared that you knew it. I mean, we were coming over to tell Applejack and I was afraid you were there, too…”

“Why? Don’t give me that face, please…You make it more difficult…”

“Because I thought you would be jealous and…”

“Which I am, by the way.A lot.”

“You see? And you would hate me forever and think I never cared about you and…” he stops my mouth gently with a hoof. Only ponies that know me very well know the right moment to do it. I’ve seen this timing only with him and Dashie.

“I never thought that, Pinkie. I’m not that petty. But you didn’t answer my question: how’s you and Dash?”

I remove the hoof from my mouth. “We…had a fight…”

“No!”

“And we…I wouldn’t say broke up but…we dented up! Now I don’t know what to do. Wait! I know! I’ll find her and tell her the whole truth!”

“About us, isn’t it?”

Yes…Now that you’ve mentioned it, she must have figured it out by now. But, you know, I Pinkie Promised to you so I couldn’t say that and I basically ran away from her…”

“Just because you didn’t want to tell her about me?”

“I Pinkie Promised, remember? I didn’t want anypony to think badly of you.”

He circles my shoulders with his forelegs and grips me in a gentle hug. Always with the hugs…He’s always so tender and kind, even if he has no reason to…”They would be right. I am bad.”

“You’re not, Caramel…”

“Yes, I am! I was so bad you started liking mares!”

We both stand silent for a second before dissolving into a wild, vibrant laughter, just like the ones we always used to share. Short but poignant, the kind of laugh that is just what it takes to dissolve the gloominess in my heart.

“Oh, Caramel! You’re always so funny!”

“I had a good teacher. Much more than I deserved.” A melancholic shadow appears on his face. He really believes what he is saying. I brush his cheek with a hoof.

“You still care about me? I mean, really?”

“Yes I do, Pinkie.” His voice, even if quite deep and rude, is still like a caress in the wind when he refers to me.

“Why did you leave me, then? And why did you make me promise to not tell anypony?” I am serious about promises. I’ll always stick with them, even after that happened. I was angry with him. I still wanted to remain friends though and I can’t refuse a promise to a friend. “Was it because I’m too…random?” Nopony can find better words to describe me these days.

“No! For Celestia’s sake, no! It was because you were too wonderful! You are so full of energy and life and you always bring out the best in everypony wherever you go! I couldn’t keep up with you or your friends. Do any of them know about me?”

“Well, no…But I wanted to tell them until…”

“No, they don’t. You make a much more entertaining and active life than just a simple farmer.” Even though he is smiling, there’s still that veil of sadness. I know why ponies do that and I can understand it oh so well, but I can’t possibly fathom the idea of a smile to express sadness. “And after you told me the story about Dash and your Cutie Mark…I knew I had no chances anymore. There was only her in your heart after that, right?”

I have no strength to actually admit it and my silence is basically answering for me. It’s true…I’ve loved Dashie since I knew that I owed my smile to her. I’ve loved her more than I could love him…It’s basically like I’ve cheated on poor Caramel but only with my heart, not with my body. He just said how much he loved me and told me how special I am...it’s everything I wanted to say to Dashie.

I can’t help but lay my head on his chest and look sadly at my hooves. Even now that he is here, I can only think of these hooves that just yesterday held and caressed that beautiful pegasus. The same thing he’s doing to my mane.

“I wanted you to be happy. I loved you, but it wasn’t enough. So I gracefully stepped out of the way so you could finally be with her. And it breaks my heart to hear that you have dented up…”

“You tell me. If only I knew what to do once I find her! Because I will find her!”

“Of course you will! Once you have your mind set on something nothing can stop you, right?”

“Nopey Dopey! But silly me! I just forgot to be happy because you’re happy for me!”

“I just want to see you happy Pinkie, that’s all.”

This doesn’t mean I should stop feeling guilty. “But what should I tell her once I find her? I know lots and lots of words and I can make some up if I need them, but the right ones?”

“Just tell her what’s in your heart. What always was in your heart. She’ll understand!”

“I just need to find her then!” I lift my head and stand with pride in the room, just like Dashie always does whenever she wants to show off how awesome she is. I should be, even Caramel is on my side!

Just when my resolution is at its max something wonderful and unexpected happens! My ear flops, my knee twitches and my eye starts to flutter against my will.

The door opens and is almost torn up by a sudden air movement, followed by a loud booming noise that leaves my ears whistling for a few seconds. The air hits both of us in the face, a violent explosion of air that messes up our manes so badly that...messed mane, it can’t be!

The moment the air is filled up by a pleasant tingling sound, like some tiny bells of different tunes, and is colored by a faint, multicolored hue my heart leaps. The colors of my fillyhood are there! Dust settles down and I feel the corners of my mouth spontaneously turning up, making me smile as wide as I never did, as wide as that day...I can say that light in the distance, shining as bright as the sun and filling my heart with glee.

“I guess she’s there...” says Caramel, “go to her and be happy, Pinkie. As you have made me, even if it was for such a brief time.”

“You too! Wherever you go, just be happy!” The corners of my eyes are filled with tears. Tears of happiness! I guess that now I know what it means; they want me to be happy, I want to be happy...Dashie wants me to be happy! With that, Caramel leaves the shop with a hopeful smile on his face after opening the door for me, so I can run outside to meet with my love.

It’s even better than I thought; her rainbow embraces the entire horizon and is just as wide. Its colors shine vibrant and spread the joy everywhere that it planted in my heart. It could be probably seen in all the skies of Equestria and it is certainly a view deserving of that. It just stands there, enormous and magnificent, for the village that is slowly waking up to see.

Just when I'm thinking that only the instigator of this beautiful moment is missing, she floats down right in front of me, with her silhouette just standing against the sun for a brief moment. She looks as brilliant and wonderful as always, while I’m just standing there with tears in my eyes.

But she came back for me...

Beautiful as always, with a smile so tender and serene she’s everything I have always dreamed of. She doesn’t even make a noise while landing next to me except for a brief flutter of wings.

I start babbling as soon as she stares at me with those beautifully, alluring magenta eyes.

Come on, say something! At least say “Hello” or...

Before I can open my mouth, she gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead. So brief and taunting that it doesn’t even make a sound.

“Hi, Pinkie Pie,” she says shrugging. There’s even a faint shade of red on her cheeks. So cute...!

“Hi, Dashie...what is that?” I point my hoof to her rainbow, “I mean, I know what that is. It’s a rainbow! What I’m trying to say is why now? I mean, I love it but, you know, isn’t it a bit early? Not that it’s too early for something super-awesome as y...” With utter timing, she stops my babbling with a hoof just at the right moment.

“It’s for you. It’s for showing you how much I care. I’ve been such a fool...”

“No you’re not...” I remove the hoof, holding it in my mine. I can feel her warmth and it’s even a bit sweaty. Which is normal since she must’ve worked pretty hard for that wonder up there. “I’m the fool! I made you worry so much and I broke your heart!”

“It doesn’t matter. Also, my heart isn’t broken anymore now that I’ve seen you again...”

“But I made you worry with my secrets...”

“Don’t care. It mattered to you and I should’ve known how you feel about secrets. It’s just part of you...”She gets closer to me and gazes deeply into my eyes. So close that her breath starts to tingle. “...and I love everything about you! Also, remember that if I didn’t have faith in you keeping secrets I would’ve never come to your shop that day, right? You’re my friend, Pinks!” A couple of tears roll from her eyes.“My best friend...and surely something more!”

“And if you hadn’t come....we...” This alternative really strikes my heart. She trusted me even before knowing the truth...She trusted me because I’m her friend. That’s why I’m with her...

“But we did! Just...don’t get me scared like that again, ok?”

“Oh, Dashie!” I throw myself at her and she catches me in her wonderful embrace, where I just melt in a relieved laughter. “I’ll never make you worry again! Not about these things! And I promise I’m going to be goody good and explain everything and be the best Pinkie Pie you deserve.”

“Thank you, Pinkie...”She tightens the hug. “You have no idea how much this means to me. How much you mean to me!”

“Just...why the Rainbow?”

“That’s what I wanted to tell you from the start! This Rainbow has only six shades…You’re the missing one! You complete me, Pinkie!”

“Dashie…you mean…”

“I love you, Pinkamena Diane Responsibility Pie. Do you want to be my marefriend?”Her voice is soft and inviting, even a bit timorous while saying that. The hint of a blush on her cheek and the weak trembling in her voice it’s a pretty big clue. Like she’s afraid I’m going to say no...

“Of course I do...” I brush my lips against hers. It’s not a kiss even if it’s pretty close to one. It’s a tease. I love teasing her so much. When I do that, she seems so confused and vulnerable and adorable! Not this time though, because the sultry look in her eyes says to me that she’s the one that wants to be in charge this time.

Of course, if I’m letting her or not is another pair of hooves...

“Pinkie....have you opened the shop, yet?”

“We still have some time...We’ll open it together once we’ve finished, right?” I whisper in her ear. I can see the fur on her neck standing up even from there.

Bliss.

Happiness.

Joy.

Everything that is beautiful and good flows into me through our kiss.

The perfect kiss.

It’s just so sweet, so exhilarating, better than any kiss me and Dashie shared. Not that we’ve shared so much but every single one of them was so intense or passionate that I don’t really see the difference in numbers.I’ve always kissed her like I was desperate; kissed her like every kiss could be the last. I was right!

Oh Celestia, I was right. I don’t care anymore if she was the one to blame with her over protectiveness or me for my secrets.

We need time for adjusting our issues. And we have all the time in the world! We are so past that, judging from the passion of the kind embrace of our lips, that it’s starting to look like a straight line made of light.

I only care about her! My beautiful rainbow! Our forehooves are pressed together just like our lips, acting as a barrier to keep ourselves from jumping each other’s bones for the sheer, burning need to make love.

Not sex, making love. We want to wait this time. It never was about sex, even if it started from there. Circumstances brought so close together only through sex, but this…This is the language of our hearts.

It’s not forced, routine or just the animalistic need to mate. Every fickle of tongue, brushing of hooves, caress on coats or intimate touch is the alphabet of our love. And we’ll savor it to the last.

Speaking of savoring, Dashie immediately notices a familiar taste in her mouth, mingled with my own sugary feel.

We break the kiss almost at the same time, always leaving our signature tiny strand of saliva, and I look into her eyes. Those beautiful, magenta eyes…Just seeing them makes me want to kiss her again and again…

“Oh, Pinkie…” she asks almost breathless. “Is that the one…? It tastes almost like…No, it can’t be…It tastes just like my baked depression…”

“Yuppers, Dashie Washie…” I lick my lips while she watches totally enraptured. “I recognized the recipe and baked it the Dashie way! I liked it so much…well, I kind of ate half of it by myself…”

With that she loses her mind. She lunges at me, gripping the cutest pony ever in a tight hug, landing on me with a loud thump. I start to nibble her neck before repeatedly covering her snout and muzzle with a series of rabid kisses, keeping her delicate face between my hooves. Just like the one she likes so much. That we like so much.

This only elicits a pleasant tickle to her adorable, little visage, causing my marefriend to giggle in that unique and joyful way. That bubbly, happy chirping laughter which fills my room and just increases my desire, causing me to swallow the sound of her delight in my mouth with another affectionate kiss. Not as tight as the other one we shared before. In fact, I break the delicate flowing of our lips on each other and pull out her face from mine just by moving it away of a few inches.

“Why did you stop?” she asks, before instinctively licking my chin, as if to keep the need of her tongue to jump on me at bay with a little sampling of my coat.

“Your wings, Dashie…it’s the only thing that isn’t here…” I slip my hooves underneath her folded wings and start to brush the muscles with massive care that connect them to her wings. I know that spot so well by now that they start to quiver and my haunches know that damp sensation, so tingly and particular, that only she and her perfect body can make feel. I brush in delicate, little circles and she feels so good that she has to bite her lip and compress the powerful muscles in her wings to keep them from…whatever they want to do!

Her muscles are so firm and her feathers are so soft that just touching her most sensitive part barely keeps me from taking her here and now, but like I said before I want to enjoy seeing my friend gasping and writhing in pleasure. That was the first spot I went down first that night and, to be honest, I didn’t know if that would’ve worked! Thankfully, I was wrong, because her wings spread and shoot up beside her in such an elegant way that meant mean I did everything right.

Now that she’s in the right mood, she starts to kiss and nibble at my neck, going down to my chest and belly, rubbing her snout along every part of my body, ending it at the thighs. She doesn’t waste any time on them and whips out her tongue savoring every curve of my body with the passion and hunger I know her for. She mixes every lick with playful kisses and nibs, even grazing with her teeth gently, pressing her lips against every part of me.

Just the way I like it....

Pleasure crawls through my spine the moment her mouth reaches my inner thigh and starts to nibble at it, dangerously leaning toward my...thingy...which she doesn't hesitate to take a sampling taste.

With that, my mind melds from pleasure and the incredible joy of finally knowing her touch again, a touch that seemed lost. Lost in my island of bliss, I buck my hips toward her face allowing my marefriend (she said marefriend! I’m her marefriend!) to delve her tongue deeper inside me, each thrust producing a squelching noise caused by her slick tongue and my own wetness. It feels so good that it seems like I have left my body and I can see a little pink pony yelling and screaming in delight from the outside, grasping at the sheets with her hooves.

Do I really make that face when doing things with Dashie? If so, it’s silly! Like, a lot!

I reenter my chubby, pink body the moment I notice Dashie shifting her weight and turning herself on the bed, dangling her own nethers above my astonished little face.

She doesn’t have to beg me because I’m certainly not missing the chance to have a taste of her, caressing her gaping slit with my tongue, which causes Rainbow to let out a mewl with her face still buried inside me. I take a different approach from Dashie; instead of just plunging inside, toward her core, my attention is focused at her lower lips, feasting at her pink hole, catching that wonderful taste of my lovein my mouth. I can’t recognize it yet; it seems like cinnamon or some kind of fruit or maybe something completely different...Who cares? I have a lot of time to figure it out!

The moment I wrap my lips around her party button, my love reacts with energy, frantically swirling her tongue inside my extremely sensitive insides. At every stroke of her, the climax builds up more and more from my belly, just to get bigger and swallow every part of my body. I try not to think about it, trying to focus on her swelling clitoris that tastes even better than the rest of her.

I start making some weird, gobbling noises with it in my mouth, at which Dash reacts with more force, turning our love making into the best competition ever! I suck and she plunges in perfect harmony, neither of us wanting to give up pleasuring her respective partner with all the love and tenderness she deserves. This just makes me want to try even harder, stroking her folds with a hoof to heighten the pleasure, because if there’s one pony that deserves to be loved a lot, and I mean a lot, it’s her!

I feel like waves of this...wonder that Dashie is making me feel so that, once again, I abandon myself to it, accusing just the fire that envelops my heart and soul, causing me to come. My crotch muscles get enraptured in that uncontrollable tickling and relax, melting like chocolate out in the sun. My head spins and bright flashes appear behind my eye, while my voice becomes just shriek.

No matter how much I try to clench my muscles, is not enough to stop the streaming fluid of cum erupting from my slit and right into Dashie’s face, causing me to rocket my hips forward to the sheer force of it. I guess I lost...But, then again, Dashie likes winning and I’ll surely have another chance to get even with her. With the prospect of so many nights in front of us, I just give up and the sheets are almost ripped from the violence I’m holding onto them and my spine arches, burying my face deeper inside Dashie and making me drown in her marehood’s aroma.

I was always embarrassed of this little particular thing about my intimacy...so messy and unexpected and unpredictable. The first time it happened, I still thank Celestia because the Cakes weren’t at home, or else they would’ve found my room completely drenched in something, not to mention I would’ve had to tell them that it happened because I played with myself...The only pony that knows it is Dashie and judging by her reaction the night before and the fact that she’s so eagerly gulping down every drop of liquid that comes out of me, I’ll say she’s happy with it. So happy that I can feel her smiling down there while she’s drinking from me. I can’t see her face but my heart does! Whenever Dashie is happy, I am happy!

I’m weird even down there and Dashie is okay with it!

And for the first time, so am I. She said she loved everything about me, after all...

I pass out, defeated by my own orgasm, held in the embrace of her forelegs and her big, plushy wings. The best blanket I could hope for envelops me and her warmth just makes it easier to slip in the land of dreams. She gives me one little kiss on the neck and whispers to me the only words I want to ever hear: “I love you, Pinkie Pie...”

I wish I could answer, tell her that I love her too, but I’m too exhausted. I thought I would last more with her, but what Dashie lacks in stamina, she surely compensates in strength and sheer passion. I don’t even have the will to just return her hug and fall asleep on her chest.

It’s okay, though; she will be there once I wake up. I know that she knows, but I still want to tell her over and over, like everytime I say it I could make it more real and more beautiful. The first time we did it, I was afraid it was just one silly dream, like the ones that I had so many times before I gathered the courage to be with her, but not this time. This time her touch feels like the only thing that exists in the world and she’s the one with my heart. She said I complete her...She said I’m part of her, so I know she will be there and this is everything I needed to know.

Everytime I smile, I know that you’re here with me.

I’m yours, Dashie.