Pinkie Pie's Secret Love Cabin
Pinkie Pie's Secret Love Cabin
Just another sunny summer day in Canterlot, with temperatures soaring above thirty degrees Celsius. Flowers bloomed, kids made the most of their time off school by playing in their yards, and once again, Rainbow Dash was bored.
It'd been just over a year since she graduated from Canterlot High, and now, at nineteen years of age, she had found herself stuck in a rut. She still kept regular contact with her friends, of course—including her girlfriend, Pinkie Pie—but their lives had become so much busier than hers.
She'd tried to find a part-time job, but with her only slightly above average grades (plus the fact it was focused more on sports than anything academic), getting one was easier said than done.
Worse still, whenever she made the mistake of moaning about this to her parents, their only response was to roll their eyes, then go over the same spiel about how grateful she should be for all her privileges in life; not least that of being a trans girl with a roof over her head. Of course, she didn't deny this. She'd heard enough horror stories online to know that Canterlot was a relative bastion of trans positivity. It just didn't change the fact that she had fuck all to do. When the most exciting part of her day had been lunch, she had every right to complain.
So, here she was, slumped over on her sofa, staring at the ceiling and counting the days until her Sunday soccer practice and date night with Pinkie.
She huffed and rolled over onto her front. Even with all the windows open and dressed light—a thin tank top combined with blue denim shorts—it was still stiflingly hot. Gods dammit, she buried her face in a pillow. I need a new hobby.
If there were any gods in this world, they must have heard her, because at that moment, the doorbell rang. “I'll get it!” she called to the empty house. Jumping to her feet, she opened the door and was pounced on by a large blur of pink fluff.
“Hi, Dashie!”
“Ow,” Dash rubbed the back of her head, smiling in spite of the pain. Trust Pinkie Pie to follow the law of narrative causality, almost giving her a concussion.
“Oh, sorry, Dashie,” Pinkie removed herself from the semi-flattened Rainbow Dash. “Did I hurt you somewhere? Can I kiss it better?”
“I… buh… wuh?” Dash mumbled, then decided to say proper words. Sitting up, she slowly scanner her eyes across the full length of Pinkie's body. She was wearing her favourite outfit: a frilly pink skirt, white tank top and blue platform shoes, topped off with the tiny blue bow perched amongst the endless fluffy curls of her hair.
She met her gaze with a coy smile. “Only if I can kiss you back.”
Pinkie grinned. She helped Dash up before pulling her into a soft kiss on the lips. “Better?”
“All better now, thanks,” she planted a small kiss on Pinkie's forehead. “Mind closing the door, please? You know how I feel about mushy stuff in public.”
“Sure thing, Dashie,” Pinkie chirped, kicking the door shut. “I hope you’ve got your bags packed for our special trip!”
“Special trip?” she cocked her head. “Pinkie, is this another one of your last-minute-but-forgot-to-tell-Rainbow-Dash plans, again?”
“Maybe!” Pinkie gestured to the huge backpack on the floor behind her. How she managed to get anything that big without Dash noticing was yet another addition in a long list of mysteries surrounding Pinkie Pie. “I figured you were bored, so I organised us a camping trip! Wanna go?”
Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to object, but one look at Pinkie’s big, sparkling eyes put a stop to that. “Y’know what? Sure,” she shrugged. “Not like there's anything better to do. Besides, my parents won’t be back ‘til next week. What should I bring?”
“Oh, just yourself,” Pinkie giggled. “And maybe a hat.”
Dash narrowed her eyes. “Wait a minute. What are you scheming?”
“Like I said, it’s a surprise!” Pinkie answered in a sing-song voice. “Besides, I’ve got everything we could possibly need in this bag.”
Dash slapped her palm across her face. “Why do I get the feeling this won’t end well?”
“I dunno, but that feeling is a big old meanie trying to spoil our fun!”
Dash could tell Pinkie was excited, if for no other reason than how close she was to literally vibrating on the spot. The last time she saw Pinkie like this, she’d just confessed her love to her; although it could have been down to the hundred marshmallows along and ten cups of coffee she’d consumed the previous night.
That was the last time she took studying advice from Twilight.
“Alright, I’ll trust you,” Dash shrugged again. “When do we leave?”
“Now!” Before she knew it, Pinkie had shoved a baseball cap on Dash's head and pulled her out of the house.
The Everfree Forest was just a short bus ride away from Dash’s house. Unfortunately, that was only the first leg of their journey. They had been trekking through the woods for what felt like hours, and Rainbow Dash was sweating buckets. Strangely, Pinkie Pie didn’t seem to mind the heat at all – even with the tremendous weight she carried on her back.
“Ugh!” Dash groaned. It took every drop of willpower not to just topple forward. “How much further do we have to go? I enjoy a good workout and all, but the heat is killing me!”
“Don’t worry, Dashie! It’s just over that hill… or was it the next hill? Nah, it’s definitely this one... or maaaybe it isn't?”
“Oh, come on!” Dash cried in frustration. “Pinkie, don’t tell me we’re lost already?!”
“We’re not lost, Dashie,” Pinkie’s nonchalant tone of her reply not filling her with much hope. “I know exactly where we are.”
Dash cocked an eyebrow. “And that is…?” she prompted.
“The Everfree Forest!”
Eyelid twitching, an involuntary grin slowly crept across Rainbow Dash’s face. She didn’t know what she expected to hear, but it wasn't this. “Excuse me a moment,” she stepped away to crouch behind a bush.
If there was anyone else in the woods that day, they would've experienced quite the shock at the revelation of how many expletives a bush could scream in a single sentence. As far as swearing bushes went, this had to be a world record.
When Rainbow Dash returned, she largely looked more relaxed. “Alright, let’s get a move on.”
Pinkie furrowed her brow. “That was quite a rant you went on. Are you sure you're okay?”
“I’ll be fine,” Rainbow Dash was oddly cheerful. “It’s all out of my system now.”
“If it helps, I promise the camp isn’t far.”
“Music to my ears,” she relaxed her body. “Just tell me how far we’ve gotta travel in advance next time?”
“Sure thing, Dashie,” Pinkie smiled, interlocking her fingers with Dash's. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Dash gripped Pinkie’s hand tightly and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
Once they reached the hilltop, Rainbow Dash spotted something in the distance that made her eyes go wide. It was a treehouse, but like no treehouse she’d ever seen before.
For one, it was almost the size of a regular house, complete with front door, windows and a chimney – all suspended about five feet in the air on the trunks of four trees, one at each corner. An outright patio was at the front, with a wooden set of table and chairs, along with a huge swimming pool on the ground below.
“Wow, Pinkie,” Dash gasped. “No wonder you took the long way ‘round. This is one heck of a sight-seeing tour!”
“What do you mean, Dashie?” Pinkie looked at her with a puzzled expression.
She was about to clarify, when an idea hit her. No way. Pinkie can’t possibly mean… nah, she’s gotta be kidding!
“Rainbow Dash? Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Pinkie Pie, please tell me this isn’t the ‘campsite’ you were talking about, right?”
Pinkie blinked. “Of course, it is, silly!” she said without a hint of humour in her voice. “Why, don’t you like it?”
“No, no, it’s not that I don’t like it. It’s just that…” Dash thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “When you said we were going camping, I didn’t expect it to be a gigantic cabin in the woods with a freaking swimming pool?!”
Pinkie giggled. “That’s what being the daughter of a successful rock farmer gets you!”
Dash considered questioning just what in the nine hells a rock farm even was, but she thought better of it. All things considered, she could do worse than spending a weekend with her girlfriend in a place like this!
“C’mon, let me show you around!” Tireless, Pinkie raced off down the hill with Dash in tow. Only when they reached the swimming pool did she realize how big the place was. Her own house was smaller than this! She could only imagine how much time had been spent on construction, to say nothing of the many hoops that’d need to jump for planning permission alone.
“Hey, Dashie, wanna go for a swim?”
She turned around to answer, only for the words to catch in her throat. Pinkie Pie’s clothes had gone. She hadn’t simply stripped off when she wasn’t noticing, her clothes had vanished into thin air, leaving behind no trace that she’d ever been wearing them at all.
Dash blinked and rubbed her eyes. “Okay, now I’ve gotta be dreaming.”
As if challenged, Pinkie pinched Dash’s arm.
“Ow!” she cried.
“Nope! Not a dream.”
“Alright, so, better question,” Dash cleared her throat. “Why the hell are you naked?!”
Pinkie tilted her head. “Why wouldn’t I be naked?”
Dash didn’t expect that at all, even from Pinkie Pie. Usually she’d ask before randomly deciding to get naked, but never in public! Not that she disliked it, but to be blindsided by nudity as if her clothes had been just phased out of existence—while she still held hands and carried her bag, no less—was a lot to take in.
“Dashie, there’s no one out here,” Pinkie explained. “Fluttershy talks about exposing your body nature all the time. She goes on naked vacations with Tree Hugger, called nakations, so I thought I’d try it with you...”
Of course Fluttershy suggested it. Ever since she started dating Tree Hugger, she’s been all over that naturism thing.
“I can get dressed if it bothers you.”
Dash sighed. “Nah, it’s cool,” she said after some consideration. “You’re sure we’re not gonna get spotted?”
“Abso-tootly-lutely!” Pinkie chirped. Dash wasn't sure, but something about Pinkie’s expression made her suspect an ulterior motive. Mainly that she really wanted her to get naked today. So, since they were alone in the middle of nowhere, Dash decided to give her lover a bit of a show.
First, Dash spun her hat on the tip of her finger before kicking off her flip flops. Next, she pulled down one strap of her tank top, then the other, and slid it over her head. Unbuttoning her shorts, she grabbed both them and her panties, pulling them down slowly to let her semi-erect penis to pop out. She undid her bra last, dropping it into the pile of clothes at her feet.
The two stood in silence for a few seconds, which gave Dash time to contemplate what she'd done. Here she was, standing in the middle of the woods, butt naked, having just completed a strip tease for her girlfriend who could make her own clothes magically disappear. It was an odd sensation, to say the least, but not something she'd describe as unpleasant.
“How does it feel?” Pinkie asked with bated breath.
“Pretty…” As Dash thought of an appropriate word to articulate her emotions, a cool breeze caressed her body. “…refreshing, actually. I can see why Fluttershy likes it.”
“Yay!” Pinkie Pie jumped, dropping her backpack and throwing herself over Rainbow Dash once again – though this time, Dash remained steady. She briefly wondered how many people had to deal with being constantly tackle-hugged by their partners. “Wanna take a dip in the pool?”
“Now you're talking my language!” Dash gave Pinkie a brief nuzzle. “Race ya!”
In the blink of an eye, they were off, bolting toward the pool at top speed. Naturally, Rainbow Dash was faster, but in a short sprint, Pinkie Pie still dogged her heels. Throwing her arms forward, Dash dived head-first into the pool with athletic elegance.
She closed her eyes and swam straight to the bottom. She enjoyed swimming before, but the lack of a swimsuit changed everything. No longer did she feel the soggy cloth cling to her skin, the flow of water directed toward her extremities. Now she felt free. Time seemed to slow, all the stress from the day’s long hike dissipating into the water, replaced by quiet serenity.
That was until Pinkie Pie cannonballed in. Dash didn’t need to see it happen, she felt it. The moment Pinkie hit the water, the displacement hit her with a hefty force, tossing her left and right.
Somehow, Dash managed to right herself long enough for a hurried paddle to the surface. Taking a deep gulp of air, she flicked her wet hair back and spat a stream of water out of her mouth. “Careful, Pinkie,” she admonished. “You almost landed on me!”
“Oops, sorry,” Pinkie popped back up to the surface. “I’m just super excited right now, 'cause I get to try all this new stuff with you!”
“Wait, new stuff?” Dash tilted her head. “Haven’t you been skinny dipping before?”
“Of course, I have!” Pinkie giggled. “Just not with you. That’s why it’s new stuff, ‘cause we're experiencing it together for the very first time!”
Dash had to admit, as random as she could be, Pinkie had an excellent way of showing how much she cared about her. “I love you, Pinkie Pie,” she smiled at her.
“I love you, too, Dashie,” Pinkie swam up to Dash and wrapped her arms about her. Leaning forward, she gave Rainbow Dash a long, deep kiss…
…which Rainbow Dash held for a good three seconds before breaking away with a hard cringe. “Bleh!”
“Dashie? What’s the matter?” Pinkie asked, concerned. “I did use mouthwash this morning.”
“It’s not you, Pinkie,” Dash spat out her tongue. “I just tasted the chlorine on your lips.”
“Oh,” Pinkie sighed in relief. “I can take some breath mints if you want?”
“Nah, it's cool,” Dash turned back to Pinkie with a flirtatious expression. “Can we go back to kissing now?”
Lips locked together, Dash pushed her back to the edge of the pool as she rubbed her hands up and down her back. In turn, Dash closed her eyes, returning Pinkie’s kiss with equal passion, sliding her hands down to grasp Pinkie’s butt. As her kiss grew in intensity, she felt a certain stiffness develop down below, poking at Pinkie’s leg.
“Dashie?” Pinkie asked.
“Yeah?”
“Wanna go all the way?”
“Hmmm…” Dash hesitated. “No, not yet. Can we stick to kissing before we swim some more?”
“Okie-dokie-lokie!”
As the afternoon wore on, Dash broke up the intense make out periods with laps around the pool, if only to cool off her throbbing cock. She had to admit, feeling Pinkie’s voluptuous wet body pressed against hers was one hell of an experience. After all, she loved every part of Pinkie’s body; her bouncy boobs; her squishy love handles; not to mention her accentuated ass that was an absolute treat to hold in her hands.
Still, as amazing as Pinkie was to feel, transitioning into full-on sex just didn’t sit well with her right now.
“Hey, Pinkie,” Dash climbed out of the pool and replaced her cap.
“Yeah?”
“I’m gonna go chillax for a bit. You got a towel or something for me to nap on while I dry?”
“Even better!” Ever prepared, Pinkie shot out of the water, summersaulted through the air and landed on both feet without the slightest wobble.
Man, if only I had something to write on. That jump was a perfect ten!
From her backpack, Pinkie pulled out a pair of long, folding deckchairs – the kind you’d expect to see on the beach. Dash considered asking how she fit one of those things in, let alone two; but considering her clothes had literally vanished into thin air, she decided this was plausible by comparison.
Once both chairs had been unfolded on the Treehouse patio, Dash stretched her limbs and laid back, crossing her arms. But before she could fall asleep, a strange rustling below caught her attention.
“Pinkie?” she called for her, though she was nowhere to be seen.
Until, of course, she pushed open the trap door, conveniently placed beside where Dash was sitting.
“Pinkie, y’know you could’ve just used the stairs, right?” Dash cocked an eyebrow.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Pinkie giggled, pulling herself up through the door. “Besides, I’ve got a surprise for you!”
“Huh? A surprise?” Dash tilted her head.
“I almost forgot to mention, I got you a super special present, courtesy of Twilight!”
One glance at the object in Pinkie’s hands made Dash’s jaw drop. “Oh, my, gosh! Is that a first edition copy of the new Daring Do book?!”
“Ding, ding, ding! Correct!”
Rainbow Dash jabbered incoherently as she scanned her eyes across the immaculate front cover. It depicted the titular Daring Do, jumping from rock to rock over a pool of molten lava; all while being chased by the monstrous Ahuizotl, from whom she’d stolen another priceless artefact.
“Do you like it?” Pinkie asked.
“Pinkie…” Slowly, Dash put down her book.
“Huh?” For the first time that day, Pinkie’s smile dropped. “What’s up?”
“Pinkie, I…” Taking a deep breath, she reached out and gently grabbed Pinkie’s hands. "I love you, but you’ve been extremely generous today. This tree house, the swimming pool, the Daring Do book. How’d you pay for all this?”
Pinkie sighed and slumped back into the chair next to Dash. “My parents helped, but I saved for most of it,” she explained, her hair deflating a little. “It took a really long time, but I made it. Truth be told, lately I’ve not been feeling so great. I still work at Cheese Sandwich’s party shop – and don’t get me wrong, I love it there, but… It hasn’t been giving me the same buzz as it used to. You know how much I love making customers laugh! Everything about helping them plan the best parties ever is what makes me, well, me. It’s just starting to feel… kind of impersonal, y’know?”
Dash meshed her fingers with Pinkie’s and squeezed tightly. “I guess the whole routine can get pretty dull after a while, huh?”
She nodded. “All I’ve ever wanted to do was make people smile. But how can I be the perfect party planner when I can’t make myself smile?”
“So, you wanted to make us both smile with this awesome, over-the-top date, right?”
“Yeah. But now, I’m… I’m not sure you’re happy at all…” Pinkie trailed off, tears rolling down her cheek.
“Woah, woah, time out a minute,” Dash pulled Pinkie into a tight hug. “I never said I wasn’t happy. You always make me smile, Pinkie, even on our normal dates. You don’t have to do anything fancy, okay? Just being your amazing self is enough, ‘cause I love you for you. That’s why I’m sitting here, butt naked, in the middle of the woods with you. That’s why you’re the first person I came out as trans to. Because I trust you.
“The only thing I’m worried about is you spending your life’s savings on me. I know Twilight and your parents helped with some of the stuff, but it still costs a lot of money. I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to spend a ton for me to love you, understand?”
“I…” Unable to hold back, Pinkie burst into tears. “I love you, too, Dashie!”
Dash lowered Pinkie on her shoulder, rocking her gently back and forth.
However, this also meant Pinkie’s hair brushed against her back, which caused an unforeseen problem.
“Ugh, not again,” Dash muttered.
“Huh?” Pinkie looked up, tears still dripping down her cheeks.
“Um, Pinkie,” Dash’s face went bright red, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s nothing super important and… well, I kind of hate to ruin the moment, but… uh…”
Sitting up, Pinkie soon recognised the problem in question. Dash’s dick had gone rock hard. With this knowledge, her sudden blush made so much more sense.
“Oh…” Pinkie rubbed the back of her head. Now she was blushing as well! “That is, kinda, sorta, awkward, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
The next couple of minutes were spent in awkward silence, neither making eye contact with the other.
Eventually, Dash piped up. “So…” she began. “I guess I’ve got a bit of a confession of my own to make.”
“You don’t have to if—”
“Well, I kinda do, but if it’s not the right time…”
“No, no, it’s okay, as long as you’re… y’know, comfortable.”
The two looked at each other, unable to stop themselves from smirking. Soon enough, they both burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh, my gosh!” Dash exclaimed. “Is this, like, the most awkward conversation we’ve ever had?”
“Probably!” Pinkie could barely speak between her giggles.
“Anyway,” Dash continued as soon as she caught a breath. “What I was trying to say, is that I kinda have a tickle fetish, and your hair was really starting to tickle when you hugged me. I didn’t wanna say anything ‘cause it wasn’t appropriate, but it looks like my dick has other ideas. Sorry.”
“It’s okay, Dashie,” Pinkie replied, her smile finally restored. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
“I think I’d best go and…” Dash cleared her throat. “…relieve myself. Just in case it, y’know, goes up again.”
“Oh, I can take care of that!” Pinkie paused. “If you want me too, of course.”
“Well, if you’re up to it, yeah,” Dash smiled back. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Then I have just the thing!” Hopping to her feet, Pinkie skipped down the stairs toward her bag, bending over as she rummaged through the contents. The way she wiggled her ass really got Rainbow Dash feeling horny, her throbbing dick growing desperate for attention.
The wait was made easier by all the different varieties of sex toys Pinkie kept throwing out of her bag, repeating the word “Nope,” and variations thereof. By the time Pinkie had found her secret weapon, the grass was littered with adult entertainers of every sort; dildos to the left, vibrators to the right, even a few bizarre contraptions that Dash hadn’t the foggiest idea on how to set up, let alone use them.
I never knew Pinkie was such a kinkster.
“Tada!” Pinkie twirled around and presented her exciter of choice; a feather teaser.
“Um, Pinkie?” Dash’s expression was somewhere between arousal and confusion. “Did you fill your bag with sex toys and hope at least one would get used?”
“Don’t be silly, Dashie,” Pinkie waved a hand in dismissal. “Our chairs took up more than half.”
Dash facepalmed. Yet again, she regretted asking. Still, she couldn’t deny just how hot it was to see a Pinkie Pie, naked, with boobs jiggling as she ran toward her while brandishing her favoured sex toy. Before she knew it, Dash was stroking her cock in anticipation.
“Are you ready, Dashie?” Pinkie teased, grinning from ear to ear.
“No, duh. Hurry it up already!” Dash groaned and bit her lip, grasping her dick tighter.
Pinkie hummed to herself for a moment. “How aboooout… this?” With the utmost grace and control, she gently pressed her thumb on the tip of Dash’s bulging cock, caressing the very tip of the feather around the base of Dash’s shaft.
Dash moaned, bucking her lips reflexively as bolts of pleasure shot down through her.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes! Keep going, please!”
“Alrighty then! How does… this feel?”
Pinkie fluttered the feather down the full length of Dash’s shaft.
Dash groans grew louder, loud enough to echo amongst the trees. “More, please!”
Pinkie was happy to oblige. Leaning forward, she grabbed Rainbow Dash’s cock and squeezed hard – cocking one ear forward to listen to Dash’s increasingly intense reaction. Now, with one hand stimulating her dick, she used the other to flick the feather around Dash’s nipples in a figure-eight pattern.
“Oh, ah!” Entranced by the intense contrast of sensations, Dash decided to return the favour a little. With her own hands free, she leaned forward and shoved two fingers deep into Pinkie Pie’s sopping wet pussy.
She bit her lip, stifling a moan as Dash thrust her fingers in and out. “Oh, Dashie!” she cried. “Fuck, that’s amazing!”
“Ugh, Pinkie, I can’t take it anymore!” Grabbing Pinkie by the waist, Dash pulled her onto her lap, stopping just shy of ramming her dick into her right then and there. “Please tell me you have a condom. I need to fuck you so freaking bad!”
“Coming right up! But first…” Pinkie rose to her feet, pulling Dash up with her. “Wanna do it on the roof?”
“So long as I get to fuck you, I don’t care where we do it!”
The amount of pride in Dash’s voice made Pinkie jump for joy. Hand in hand, she led her through the treehouse, up one flight of stairs, and then another, up to the flat half of the cabin roof. There, Pinkie pulled out a condom packet from her hair, tore it open and carefully slid the rubber over the full length of Rainbow Dash’s engorged dick. With her girlfriend fully protected, Pinkie all but threw herself down, spreading her legs wide. “Take me, Rainbow Dash!”
Laying on top of her, Dash shoved her cock deep inside Pinkie’s pussy, grinding the full length of her body against hers.
Pinkie groaned, only to be cut off by Dash’s deep, passionate kiss. Now in full swing, Dash picked up the pace, rubbing her hands over her boobs.
“Oooh, Pinkie,” Dash grunted between huffs and moans. “You are so fucking amazing!”
“Squeeze me, Dashie,” Pinkie pleaded the moment she caught a breath. “Harder, please!”
Focusing her grip around Pinkie’s nipples, Dash pinched as tight as she dared, timing each squeeze with the thrust of her hips.
“...Pinkie!” Dash cried. “I’m… I’m gonna… gonna cum!”
“I’m… I’m close… too... Dashie!”
Wrapping her arms around Pinkie’s back, Rainbow Dash pulled her in close as she gave one final push, feeling the tension in her cock build to a climax. A second later, Dash peaked, shooting streams of cum inside her pussy as Pinkie squirted simultaneously.
As the sun began to set behind them, Dash slumped over Pinkie Pie, panting like she’d just ran a mile. “How… how was… that, huh?”
“Incredible!” Pinkie replied, staring deep into Dash’s eyes. “I love you, Rainbow Dash, so very much. You make me feel as special as the biggest birthday party ever.”
“Coming from you, that means a lot,” Dash nuzzled Pinkie’s cheek and kissed her forehead. “I love you, too. I’m lucky to have such a creative and thoughtful girlfriend.”
Pinkie feigned a look of shock, “Really? Where is she?!”
Dash stared at Pinkie for a moment, and once again, laughed with her. “You almost had me there, Pinkie!”
“I knew this trip was worth it,” Pinkie wrapped her arm around the back of Dash’s neck and kissed her softly. “Can we come back to our secret naked love cabin again someday?”
“Someday? Pinkie, we can come back next week, if you want!” Dash smiled, ruffling Pinkie’s now messy hair. “Though it’s not quite a secret if your parents know about it.”
“It’s secret enough if we don’t get caught,” Pinkie giggled.
This gave Dash pause for thought. How much privacy did they have in a place like this? It was technically public, after all. “Eh, that works for me.”
Pinkie yawned. “Wanna fold-out the bed and call it a night?”
“Actually, I’d like to sleep under the stars tonight. If it’s okay with you, of course. Do you have sleeping bags?”
“I’ve got big one we could share, will that work?”
“Hell yeah, it will!” rolling off, Dash stood up and stretched her legs. Once she’d disposed of the used condom, Pinkie returned with the extra-wide sleeping bag and a pair of large, fluffy pillows. Together, they cuddled up next to one another and cast their eyes to the night sky above.
“G’night Pinkie,” Dash said. “I love you. Thanks for everything today.”
“No problem, candy corn…” Pinkie muttered, already half asleep. “Love you too.”
Best, nakation, ever!
THE END
Author's Note
Thank you all for reading this sexy, sensual romantic story of mine!
While not a direct sequel, when Dash talks about Fluttershy dating Tree Hugger, it's a reference to an event in another fic of mine: "Sanctuary from Myself" https://www.fimfiction.net/story/414543/sanctuary-from-myself
It's one of the fics I'm most proud of, yet didn't get much attention. Feel free to read that as supplemtnary material should you enjoy other fics about clothes-free living! Got comments? Critiques? Calling me a beta cuck soyboy for including a transgender character? Feel free to mention in the comments section below.
