Lost in A Field of Pink Fuzz

by TheDriderPony

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Adventure, Pinkie Pie, Sex
Length: 5289

Lost inside Pinkie's mane, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash take shelter in a cave. This comes as a pleasurable surprise to the mare herself, and leads to the mutual pleasure of those within her.

When a catastrophe threatens the lives of her friends, Pinkie saves them the only way she can: by storing them in her mane. Unfortunately, they get lost finding their way out and end up rather further south than they intended. Sexy hijinks and a passionate night of accidental stimulation for four ensues.

Written as something of a birthday present for B_25, who also helped with editing and some suggestions back when I started this months ago.

Sorry if this isn't quite up to snuff as far as snuff stories go. It's rather outside my usual content but was an interesting challenge to try and write. Though probably not something I'll do again. Tags are below, hopefully I'm accurate with the vernacular.

Contains: Mare-on-mare action, massive size difference (macro), self-pleasure, Rarijack, four-way (technically), denial, excessive amounts of liquid love

Published 2019-12-10 00:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-10 00:20:02 UTC

Adventures In Pinkie's Mane

In the skies above Equestria, five things plummeted to the ground at breakneck speed. Despite their shared situation, each held wildly different thoughts as the ground approached them faster than a charging minotaur.

The pegasus found her focus floundering as each attempt to slow her fall brought another stab of white-hot pain to her injured wing. All her life, flying had been her go-to solution for most problems and now, when she needed it most, the option had abandoned her. Though adrenaline raced through her body like never before, there was nothing to do with it but flail... and wait for the inevitable. As if! She turned and struggled and fought the wind as much as she could, gritting her teeth against the pain. One thing she knew for sure was that the Pale Mare was going to take her away kicking and screaming.

The earth pony had long since finished panicking and accepted her oncoming demise with a sort of quiet dignity. If this was how it was going to end, then there was no sense making a fuss over it. Live life to the fullest and leave a pretty corpse, as her grandmother used to say. And while her life had been nothing if not full, she somewhat regretted that she wouldn't be able to hold to the latter half of that axiom.

The unicorn desperately wished she knew how to teleport. Or a featherfall spell. Or a spell to turn the ground into soft and cushioning fleece. Burlap to fleece, now that she had a spell for, but hard-packed earth and rock was another thing entirely and well outside her practiced skill set. Though she screamed (more out of instinct than anything), her mind was calm and quietly filed away her regrets. They were few, but those that were there stung. She at least felt consoled by the fact that they wouldn't sting much longer and with that, allowed other, happier memories to fill her mind.

The fourth thing to fall was the punctured remains of a hot air balloon, which held no strong opinions on the matter.

The last thing to fall (or technically the first, since she was closest to the ground) was a second earth pony. She did not cry or panic, nor did she struggle or count her regrets. Rather than that... she planned. She knew she would be fine; she'd fallen from twice this height before and bounced without a scratch. Her friends, however, were different. They were far less springy than her. But she could still save them. Maybe. It was a risky trick, and something she'd never tried on a pony before, but with the ground coming up as quickly as it was, there wasn't much time to come up with another plan.

Spreading her legs like a flying squirrel, she maneuvered herself through the air until she was directly underneath everyone else. This was going to come awful close. She closed her eyes and focused. What she intended to do usually only took the barest of effort, but she couldn't risk messing this up. Not with her friend's lives on the line.

She sensed rather than saw the ground come up beneath her. She felt her hooves connect (painlessly, thankfully) and then something hit squarely on her head and-

"Ugh, who hit me and what with?" Rainbow Dash groggily came to as the blurry world came into focus. Pink. Everything around her a hazy pink. Everything except for a white blob and an orange blob slowly manifesting as two ponies.

"Glad you’ve finally joined us, sleepin’ beauty," Applejack said. "Aren’t pegasi supposed to take a crash now and again?"

"Not if it’s headfirst, I'm not," Dash grumbled as she sat up. "What happened?"

She heard Rarity sigh. "We're not entirely sure. Clearly, something went wrong with the balloon and we fell... but we were rather hoping you might know more than we did."

Finally, much to her relief, Rainbow Dash's vision returned fully. The two patches of non-pinkness resolved themselves into the much more recognizable forms of Applejack and Rarity, both slightly bruised and scuffed, but otherwise no worse for wear. Everything else was still pink. She was surrounded by thick, pink strands that stretched so high into the sky they formed a canopy. Trees? Tall grass? She didn't know enough about plants to name them. What she did know, however, was that there were no such plants anywhere near Ponyville.

"Where are we?"

"Haven't the foggiest idea." Applejack placed her hoof against a pink stalk and gave it a shove. It wobbled slightly, sending a ripple up its length that reflected back down a second later. "But where ever we are, it must be pretty darn far from Equestria. I ain't never seen trees like these before."

So they were trees then. That answered one question. "What about the balloon?"

Rarity pointed up and behind her. There, much higher up, was the tattered remains of their ride, hopelessly entangled in curly pink vines and stalks. And that answered that. But there was still something missing. Something important...

"Pinkie! Where's Pinkie?"

Applejack's ears folded against her head in concern. "We... don't know. She wasn't around when we woke up."

"But," Rarity piped up, a note of hope in her voice, "We know she was here. Look."

Where she pointed, there was a cupcake. A very smushed and deformed cupcake, but a cupcake nonetheless. Once she noticed it, Dash spotted several more dotted around in various states of edibility.

"If she left, I'm sure she musta had a good reason." Applejack pointed off in one direction. "Looks to me like there's more cupcakes that way than any other. I reckon she was trying to leave us a trail. We should follow it. Be hard enough to find her out here as it is. That mare'll blend in here like a tree in an orchard."

"Are you sure that's wise?" Rarity asked, "Venturing off into some unknown jungle? Surely it would be better to stay put in case rescuers are on their way."

"Even if they are coming, and assuming they knew where to look, they can't do much rescuing if we're a pony short. Besides," she cast her gaze to the what little sky made it through the hole they'd punctured in the pink canopy, "I don't much like the idea of being out in the open in some unknown jungle when night falls."

Rarity shuddered. "Point taken. Rainbow Dash? Can you travel?"

She stood up shakily and instinctively tried to open her wings but quickly snapped them back shut with a hiss of pain. "Flying's out, but I can walk at least."

Applejack nodded and turned to where the cupcakes lay thickest. "Good. Best be setting off then. If we're lucky, we might find some landmark to tell us where we are."

Twilight's eye twitched. She could feel a headache coming on, and the conversation was barely two sentences deep.

"Our friends are where?"

Pinkie swallowed her bite of sandwich and pointed to her head. "I just told you. They're in my mane."

As was usual of her time spent with Pinkie, Twilight's breath began to quicken. Today the cause was exasperation. She took a few terse, deep breaths to center herself before continuing. "Pinkie, what do you mean they are 'in your mane'? Have they shrunk?"

"They... well... yes, but no. It's kinda hard to explain."

"Try me."

"It's like... like..." Pinkie rubbed her chin thoughtfully for a moment. "Ah! You remember Spike's comic book? Where we all got sucked inside it and became the Power Ponies?"

Twilight nodded. It was not an easy experience to forget. That and the fact that her failure to find that mysterious comic's origin was an ongoing thorn in her side.

"It's like that. You're inside the book, except also somewhere else. Except the book is my mane."

Twilight took another deep breath, this one more forced than the last. She needed to put aside the knowledge that Pinkie apparently contained a hitherto unresearched magical anomaly and focus on the current issue; the state of her missing friends. "And... that's where Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack are now?"

Pinkie took another aggressive bite of her sandwich. "Mhm. I can feel them. They're about... here." She craned her neck and pointed to a spot near the back of her scalp. "Near where I keep my emergency rope and scented candles."

Again, Twilight forced this new information to the back of her mind, despite the host of curious new questions it raised. She leaned in, close enough to smell Pinkie's bubblegum shampoo, and peered intently at the spot on her nape. "I can't see them."

Before she could retract her stretched neck, Pinkie arched a hoof around and booped her muzzle. "Of course not, silly filly! They're not literally in my mane, they're in my manespace. Totally different thing."

Twilight fought back a blush that was definitely only from embarrassment and not from the intimacy of the contact. "But you can still feel them?"

"Right."

"Even though it's... 'manespace'?"

"Mhm." Another bite of daisy sandwich disappeared into the mare hosting a microverse in her hair.

"You don't seem very concerned."

"I put Gummy up there all the time when we go traveling. He wanders around for a bit, but always manages to find his way out, usually through my tail. And there's plenty of cupcakes and other snacks stored up in there." She popped the last bite into her mouth and chewed contentedly. "They'll be fine. I'm sure, one way or another, they'll come out in the end."

The forest was endless.

Time had long since lost all meaning for the three travelers. The light dimmed and brightened at irregular intervals and every stalk of ropy pink vegetation looked much like the last. At some point, the stalks had become shorter and straighter, but they still remained far too tall to see over and far too flexible to climb. The best they could do was continue to forge forward. The trail of cupcakes (if it had ever truly been a trail to begin with) had long since run dry, but every now and again they came across another Pinkie-esque relic that assured them that they were on the right path.

And so they marched.

Pinkie went about her day with her usual cheerful aplomb. Sure it was a bit weird to think that she was also shuttling along three other ponies about her daily activities like some kind of giant island turtle, but it was also easy to forget. Every now and again she felt a slight tickle that reminded her they were there. They seemed lost, wandering about her barrel in circles, but they were generally heading towards her tail where she knew there to be an exit, so she left them to their own devices.

Just in case though, she made sure to toss more food into her mane than usual. Aiming where they fell was more art than science, but she believed she did an admirable job in landing the supplies just ahead of them.

Still, the day eventually wound down, as days were wont to do, and Celestia lowered the sun over the horizon. As her sister's moon rose in concert, Pinkie made the hard decision to go to bed. She'd never left Gummy in her mane overnight before (him being her only live test subject), so the prospect worried her slightly, but the only other option was to stay up all night just in case. And she had work tomorrow! She couldn't bake cakes for the Crusader's Friend-iversasy if she was too tired to hold a spoon!

With that rationale, Pinkie retired to her bedroom for a peaceful night's sleep.

Meanwhile, things were not going nearly as pleasantly for Pinkie's three passengers. A day spent doing nothing but walking and eating cupcakes had left them all sweaty and fatigued. At some point, the pink trees in every direction had shifted back to the extra-tall variety with the curling, vine-like canopy. Conversation was long dead, but every now and again somepony tried to revive it just to break the monotony.

"How's your wing?" Rarity asked.

Rainbow Dash opened it cautiously and winced. "Still hurts. Not broken at least, but definitely a sprain."

"No flying anytime soon then?"

She shook her head. "Not for a couple of days at least."

"Hm."

Like a puddle in a heatwave, the conversation once more dried up. Until Applejack suddenly gasped.

"Is that..." she squinted before rushing forward. "It is!"

The others raced to catch up with her. "Is what?"

"A cave!" Applejack presented her find with a flourish. 'Cave' was perhaps a bit generous. At best it was a skinny crevice in a somewhat raised mound. The opening at its widest was wide enough for a pony to enter, but the fading light failed to penetrate its depths, leaving its habitability in question.

"Looks a tad small," Rarity noted with concern.

"And tight," Dash added.

"Better than camping out in the open. I've been watching the light, and I think we'll be hitting proper night soon. I don't know about you, but I don't want to know what kind of strange critters come out here at night.”

Rarity and Dash shared a look of concern but nodded in agreement. Some shelter was better than no shelter at all, and this was the only deviation in the landscape they'd encountered. Applejack took the lead into the cave, followed by Rarity. Rainbow Dash went in last.

The cave was dark and cramped, just as they'd expected, but just wide enough to shimmy through. It was also slightly damp, just enough to be noticeable.

"Careful," Applejack warned, "There's some kind of big lump on the ground here. I nearly tripped over it."

"What's with these walls?" Dash pressed against the irregular surface. The slick yet ridged cave walls gave a little before flexing back. "They're so... squishy."

"Moss, I'd expect," Applejack supplied. "Or some kind of plant anyhow."

"It might just be a very rubbery clay." Though not an expert, Rarity had spent a good deal of time in caves before. "At least it means we won't be likely to get stuck at any point. Oh!" She yelped in surprise as she ran face-first into Applejack's flank.

"It- it gets too tight up ahead to keep going," Applejack said, her voice hitching for a second. "I guess this is it then. Home sweet home for the night. I'll set down here."

"Then I'll back out a bit. To give you some space." Rarity replied as she reversed towards the middle of the cave.

"Guess I'll go near the entrance then." Rainbow Dash acceded before grinning. "So if anything tries to sneak in at night I can get the drop on them."

"Sounds like a plan then." Applejack yawned. "Whoa, nelly. I'm more tuckered out than a sheepdog after shearing day. Goodnight ya’ll, I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Applejack." Rarity wriggled towards the wider central part of the cavern and settled down as best she could.

"Night." Rainbow Dash collapsed by the entrance, the nub on the ground acting as a makeshift pillow.

Pinkie Pie was a very sound sleeper. In the worst circumstances, it could take the efforts of a full brass band to rouse her from her slumber. However, just because her conscious mind had clocked out did not mean that her body was completely offline. It still reacted to stimuli whether or not she was aware to acknowledge it.

And what a stimulus it was detecting.

Deep down south in the special friend hole, things were moving. Pushing back and forth and pressing against her inner walls. Not enough for a proper reaction; just a tender teasing tickle of sensation. And with that, she began a trickle in response. A subtle stream, but packed with pheromones to continue enticing whatever amorous force was poking about in her marehood.

She moaned softly in her sleep and rolled over, blissfully ignorant of what was to come.

Applejack woke to the sound of somepony whispering her name. The air was thick with a cloying sweetness, a smell that tickled a vague sense of familiarity, but one which she couldn't place. What she could place was the subtler scent of vanilla and elderflower. An intimately familiar shampoo.

"Applejack?" Rarity whispered once more.

"I'm awake."

A soft blue light banished the darkness as Rarity brought her horn to light. The pulsating light cast sharp shadows across the unicorn's face which made her normally striking features stand out even more. Her breathing was rough and her cheeks flushed as she eyed the earth pony uncertainly.

"Do you think we could... ah... you know?" She flicked her tail suggestively

Applejack blinked for a moment before comprehension dawned and she blushed. "What... here?"

"Yes, I know it's a bit... not ideal." She had the decency to look embarrassed as well. "But... I just can't help it. I need some relief."

Applejack considered this. It wouldn't be the first time Rarity had asked under strange circumstances, and she had always been more than happy to oblige in the past. But was now really the best time? Deep in some cave, lost in a pink jungle? She opened her mouth to shoot her down and-

She stopped.

Applejack closed her mouth and took a second to really give Rarity a closer look. She noticed her near-desperate expression. The subtle squeezing movement of her hips. How her ears kept flicking back in agitation. The mare was desperate for release, and, as usual, far too much of a 'proper lady' to do it herself. That ever-present sweet scent tickled her senses and she suddenly found herself much more in the mood than she'd realized.

"There's not much room."

Rarity smiled, for she knew she had won. "We've worked with less before. You remember Manehattan?"

The memory returned and brought with it a blush. "What about Rainbow Dash?"

"We'll be quiet. Besides," Rarity gave her a half-lidded sultry stare, "You'd have to really make me scream to wake her up."

Applejack smiled back, and no more words needed to be said.

Rarity took a step forward and allowed her body to lean down onto Applejack's. The farm mare caught her in strong forelegs and pulled her close into an embrace. Their lips met as Rarity snuffed the light. They didn't need to see to know what to do. Their hooves found each other in the dark as their tongues began a complicated dance, subtly shifting and pulling each other closer.

Rarity found herself sliding to one side and let the motion flow through. They twisted and squirmed, breaking their kiss only rarely for air, as Rarity soon found herself pinned beneath the larger mare. Her pulse quickened at the loss of control; she was at Applejack's mercy now, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Their bodies so close, she could feel every facet of her despite the dark. The warmth of her body, the rough short hairs of her coat as they brushed against her own, even her pulse that seemed eager to match Rarity's own stirring rhythm. Applejack leaned deeper into the kiss, practically pushing Rarity into the floor, much to her delight.

Strong, capable hooves traced themselves down the svelte lines of Rarity's flank, finding their way towards the thickest portions and making the mare shiver in response. They brushed against triple diamonds and found their mark. With a slow, rolling movement, Applejack began kneading her lover's cutie marks. Rarity gasped under her ministrations as the sensation rippled down her body and echoed within her core.

A long, low moan escaped her lips as the kiss broke. Applejack pulled away, panting, as a thin bridge of saliva kept them connected.

"Don't stop!" Rarity gasped as her tail twitched with another spike of arousal. "I need mo-" Her voice was silenced as Applejack dove back in again, her kisses even deeper and more passionate than before.

Rainbow Dash woke to the sound of moaning.

At first she thought they were under attack by some kind of undead horror, but it took her barely a moment to realize that the sound was far more pleasurable than tormented. And the fact that she could make out two voices moaning together.

So. Rarity and Applejack then. That was a thing. She smirked; Pinkie owed her ten bits.

Satisfied in her victory, she attempted to return to sleep to give her friends some privacy. Unfortunately, sleep seemed determined to evade her grasp. Now that she'd heard them, she couldn't stop hearing them.

Now, Rainbow Dash was no pervert, nor a voyeur. If she wanted some, she had plenty of stallions ready to give it to her. At a moment's notice even! However, she couldn't deny that the passionate sound of two mares going at it wasn't doing things to her. Sex was sex, after all, and ponies made the same noises whoever they were, which made it far too easy for her desires to wipe away the fact that the ponies in question were two of her best friends. Maybe... just a little bit of fun. Just to take the edge off,

She reached down with a hoof, but retracted it with a hiss of pain. Her hooves were still sore from walking all day, far too sore for the kind of vigorous workout she needed them for. The one downside of flying everywhere was having overly sensitive hooves when you really needed them.

Her thoughts ever more focused on dealing with her growing urges than anything else, she looked around with limited night vision for anything she could use to help relieve the fire in her core. The only things around, however, were her friends (a definite pass) and the lump by the entrance. She shrugged. Well, better than nothing.

Shifting her flank from laying to sitting, she did her best to straddle the makeshift partner. It wasn't a cloud stallion like she'd prefer to make (when a live one wasn't handy), but it was big enough to mount and, really, what more did a mare need?

The surface was softer than she'd anticipated, with a tautness not unlike a supple flank. If she closed her eyes, she could easily pretend it was a well-toned stallion, if a weirdly shaped one with a feminine moan. She kneaded at it with her hooves, digging and twisting at it like she would with one of her cloud toys. Already in the mood, it only took moments to kick things off. Once she got a grip, she began to thrust, grinding her body against it as her libido only increased.

Pinkie awoke with a breathless gasp. There were a lot of things she could sleep through, but no mare worth her teats could sleep through that.

"No!" she gasped again, "They- they went too far south... and got lost in the bush!"

She squirmed beneath her sheets as the sensation continued. What had been a tickle on her skin was far more powerful when it was coming from inside her most sensitive place. She held back a moan as whatever they were doing down there kept massaging and teasing her pleasure button with a delicacy and precision that no stallion (nor their tongue) had ever come close to achieving.

And there was something else, much deeper inside. A slower, more rhythmic swelling and pushing against her inner walls that sent maddening waves of pleasure across her body.

Pinkie sank her teeth into her pillow, blind to the acrid taste of feathers, to force herself from crying out in pleasure. She couldn't! Not now! Not here! With the Cakes and their kids just on the floor below! Tears of painful pleasure edged at the corners of her eyes while she did everything in her power to keep quiet despite the swirling storm of stimulation within her.

She wished it would end, and also that it would go on forever.

The mist of smells and pheromones grew thicker as the walls of Rarity's and Applejack's private love shack grew ever more slick with fluid. The smell of sex had long since overridden their common sense, driving their teasing foreplay into an intense session of groping and passionate kissing. Their bodies continued to grind and twist against one another, ever seeking greater purchase against the slick and spongy walls.

In a sudden move, Applejack managed to flip herself over, aligning her mouth with Rarity's nethers, and Rarity's mouth with her own. She flicked out her tongue, not unlike a snake, and just barely darted it against Rarity's pearl. The unicorn gasped, pulling away for a moment in shock, before quickly diving back in for an attack of her own. The heat within her was unbearable, surging and cresting with each new lick and flick she gave and received in turn.

They pushed, back and forth, each muzzle deep in the other's marehood, tongues working overtime and only surfacing to breathe. Faster and faster they went, each thrust more powerful than the last as they drove each other to higher peaks of lust. The walls of their love cave almost seemed to move in rhythm with them, pushing back in and squeezing them into one another in counterpoint to their own movement. Any sense of privacy or attempt as discretion was likewise abandoned as their moans and cries of pleasure echoed and amplified in the chamber as powerfully as the pheromones driving them on.

The power of their squeals was not lost on Rainbow Dash, working away by herself near the cave's opening. The oxygen grew thin as the air grew thicker, leaving her lightheaded. She moaned like a streetwalker as she thrust and pounded herself against the mound in front of her ever harder, ever faster.

It was difficult to get that edge on herself with such a rounded toy, but she hammered on nonetheless. The space around her was growing wetter by the minute, not just from her own flowing juices but more from further upstream. Only the tight grip from the walls pressing in around her kept her in place at all. She found herself edging ever closer to the brink of release before losing her grip on the moist surface and having to start again from another angle. The teasing was driving her mad and she loved it. It became like a race between her and her mount; could she get off before losing her grip?

Her hooves worked it like clay as she fought to stay latched on. Pinching and clenching and kneading and rubbing from every possible angle. Squeezing and squirming and shifting and rolling as she jackhammered her crotch into it like a mare possessed.

Pain became like pleasure and she lost herself in it.

Pinkie was in violent ecstasy and silent torment. She'd bitten through the pillow --torn it to shreds-- and moved on to a rubber party favor to mute what would have been piercing cries of pleasure.

For once she didn't need a hoof, or a toy, or the help of a special friend. Everything was happening all on its own and completely out of her control. The veritable vibrator on her joy buzzer that seemed to constantly start and stop just before she hit her peak, almost as though it was responding to the peaks and crests of her raging lust. And deeper in, the sensation that wasn't so much a thrusting as it was an expanding and shrinking: pushing and stretching her walls in ways like nothing had ever done before.

The bedsheets beneath her glistened in the moonlight, thoroughly soaked.

Yet despite the pleasure, her mind roiled in turmoil. These were her friends! Trapped inside her most private of places, working and being used like toys for her pleasure without even knowing. It was wrong! It was an abuse of their precious friendship!

And yet... and yet... sweet frosting on a stick it felt so good! Never had any toy or partner attended to her needs in such detail, with such pinpoint accuracy! She could feel them moving inside her. Hoof and horn and wing, rubbing against her ridges, flexing against her folds, pounding against every pleasure center with endless energy and vigor.

She squealed into her improvised gag as another jolt of pleasure shocked through her system. It wouldn't be long now; she could feel the big one creeping up over the horizon.

Faster and faster the two mares went, pumping against each other and speaking in a language of moans, grunts, and intricate tonguework. In such an enclosed space, their senses drowned in a sea of sex, driving them to greater heights of ecstasy than they'd ever experienced. Each flick of the tongue was electric, each grope a spasm of pleasure. The slick walls pressed their slicker bodies together, making them fight to keep pushing against each other. Their bodies tensed, clutching as the fires in their cores reached a breaking point.

Nearly there! Rainbow Dash rammed her dripping slit against her mount furiously, pain in her hooves and wing a long-discarded afterthought as she finally reached the brink. Just a little farther! The finish line was in sight!

Pinkie's tail, as damp as it was, twitched and spasmed. Once, twice, three times! And there was that fluttering within her belly! The final stage of her most revered of Pinkie Senses!

Four mares cried out in single-minded bliss as every one of them peaked and their vision exploded into stars. For three of them, there was only a split second of nirvana before a deep rumbling shook their cave. A flood of liquid love, thick and sticky, exploded from deeper within than they'd been able to climb. Their bodies limp and unresponsive with pleasure, it swept them up like a tidal wave, picking up Rainbow Dash as it went, and ejected them from their cave like corks from a bottle!

Three mares grunted in a flash of pain as they collided with a wall, then once more as they hit the floor. For a time, nopony spoke. Pinkie's room was soaked through. From the ceiling to the walls to the three mares drenched with more sweet nectar then they'd ever seen. The only sound was their labored breathing as the high of their orgasms slowly faded away.

Rarity was the first to stand, though woozily, her mane and tail plastered to her side so cleanly they almost looked painted on. "That... that.. that was marvelous."

Applejack chuckled, but didn't try to stand. "I reckon so."

"New... new personal best!" Rainbow Dash laughed breathlessly before wincing as the pain from her wing made itself known again. "...ow."

"Ah- Ah... hey... girls." The trio glanced to the voice, suddenly acutely aware that they were not alone. Pinkie Pie laid back on the bed, marehood fully exposed and still winking at them. "That... jeezy-peezy! You really know how to work a girl over!"

She shakily rose to her hooves, swaying but stable. She managed a few steps forward before slipping on her own mess and plopping back onto her sodden hindquarters, once more splayed before her friends. She let out a giddy giggle, still riding high on her climax. “I knew you all were gonna come back soon, but you could at least take a mare out to dinner first!” She sighed contentedly and gave her blushing friends a loopy smile. “Well, since there’s clearly no going back for any of us after that… anypony up for a second round?”