Dare to Dream of Candles and Cream
Rainbow Dash suddenly wished time would stop.
At first, her thinking was like an arrow lodging in her eye. Her life was all about clocking miles, fading into a blue in the canopy of cerulean that hung over Equestria. And for almost as long the thrill of everything fading into a blur, life itself panting in its futile attempt to catch up to her. And the rainbowed ring she left free as she escaped the barrier of sound itself let it know to try harder next time - and there would be a next time.
But what was in front of her, however? This was a first-time experience for her. And it involved a pegasus whose greatest feats were on terra firma.
Her idol was everywhere. From the balloons of her silver-struck mane and trademark explorer’s cap covering the ceiling, to the various fake whips and treasures she saw stuffing every stand, this pack exhibition hall was a colossal shrine to Daring Do. It was only what she deserved, after all; that amber-coated adventurer had been a legend to so many in Equestria.
Before the Elements were walloping Nightmare Moon, Daring was facing her own nightmares - and prevailing - in the Trek to the Terrifying Tower. Before there was Twilight Sparkle penning the latest exploit of theirs to the Princess’s ears, there was Daring Do securing Sapphire Stones for the Princess’ study. Before the so-called ‘Daring Do Enthusiast’ Quibble Pants (a bigger enthusiast than her? Likely story!) was filling her Cloudominium’s mailbox with notices for this event, the centerpiece of it was stuffing... *another* box of hers with the knobbed end of her oh-so-trusty-
-Whipping her head back and forth, Dash quickly trudged further into the main room of Daring-Con. So maaaaybe she was hoping for more than an ‘attagirl’ from Daring this time. Surely that wasn’t a big ask, was it? It’d been ages since she’d seen the mare behind the manuscripts. Ages since they’d traded words over the Ring of Destiny’s runaway success. Ages since A.K let slip to her, after a round of victory cider, that she was so bent up from the latest round with Ahuizotl, and Dash promised to heal her, hold her, show her just what a real monster felt like between her soaking-
“-fold it inwards, Sketch! We were supposed to have this stand up two minutes ago and the bidding is almost over!”
Ahem. Repeating. It’d been ages since-
“I’m trying, Moonlight! This upper strut keeps slipping down!”
… she had to buck somepony through a wall for interrupting her fantasies. First time for everything, though. Her plodding footsteps took her to the stand where the hubbub was happening. Just as she said “C”mon, this is a silent auction! What are yoooooo-”, the rest of her sentence ended on a foghorn-like drone, jaw too busy hitting the carpeted floor to speak further. She was certain something else was dripping from her besides drool, no matter how tightly her legs clamped together to prevent it.
Only a sparkling amber spread over the table before her separated her from these two tantalizing ponies, a unicorn and a pegasus. They were almost identical in looks – and oh Celestia, what lookers they were. Their manes were done up in beautifully curling waves, just like their eyelashes. Their eye and coat color contrasted stunningly against each other’s; blue and magenta for ‘Moonlight’, the reverse for ‘Sketch’, if her hearing still worked. And the brilliant anklets around their legs were perfect for drawing attention to the eternity they seemed to stretch on for. At least, until they ended in flanks so taut she could bounce the pins in their ears off them.
Celestia’s mane, it was not this sweltering in here when Rainbow Dash first stepped in.
“Finally, we're done. Get out front, the customers aren’t gonna stick aro-Rainbow?!” Speaking of pins, that’s exactly what Moonlights. “Didn’t expect we’d see you here!”
Rainbow crashed to earth at Moonlight’s response. “O-of course? Where else would I be?”
“Between Spitfire’s legs, probably.”
“Moonlight! We’re in public!” This reminder by Sketch did not stop the music for the dance her partner’s eyes were doing across Dash’s barrel and flank. “Sorry, she’s got little else but pegasi on the brain recently. Name’s Love Sketch.” A well-manicured hoof reached out to the cyan pegasus, the band of spikes wrapped around it glinting in the light.
Rainbow Dash took the hoof in her own, shaking it rapidly. “Rainbow Dash, but I-I’m sure you know that already.”
“Oh, very.” Did Moonlight’s voice ever rise above a silky-smooth purr? Rainbow was wondering whether she should introduce her to Opal sometime. Not as a complaint, though. “Moonlight Zephyr.”
Two words closer to deciphering their identity, Rainbow Dash decided to split tracks. Any further talking to them and this part of Daring Con would become a slip-and-slide. Her darting eyes finally caught Daring – no, A.K. - a meter beyond the mulling crowds, just behind the curtain. Well, there’s one mare who might like seeing her soaked. And Dash knew for a fact Daring didn’t mind who she snookered in during the hour - just so long as they were gone the second ‘A.K.’ came calling.
But oh, how she wanted to win that raffle to speak with Daring Do tomorrow! The explorer actually promised to go down on her in public if she did, whip and all, and Rainbow Dash had enough speed in her to stuff those ballots high as the Cloudoseum. The high it’d give her to slap that copy of The Clouds-Daily before Spitfire; she’d pop right out of her flight jacket with envy!
A creaking sound drew her eyes back to the stand in front of her. Only now did she notice it was for the… Dinner with A.K.?! How had she not noticed this before? And it was for tonight, as well! Dare she consider taking a ticket?! Judging from how badly it was bowing under Love Sketch’s quaking hooves, it might end up revealing her true intent for tonight, as all anypony could see from the sagging set was ‘–inner with A.K.’ “D’ya need help?”
“Nope! Perfectly fine!” Sketch lied. “Stuff this heavy… just gets the blood flowing!“ Moonlight’s wings spread forth, but before she could assist her booth partner, Dash threw her saddlebags onto the table and flapped upwards, helping to prop up the sign. With Sketch lifting a leg onto the table to further push the struts up, Dash could feel the table wobble as they went hip-to-hip.
“Whoa, be careful! Don’t wanna be on that end of the table, it might break!!” And with her magic keeping the other end of the stand from ripping free, Dash knew Sketch could suffer a nasty fall. Thankfully, something long and thick smacked on her inside leg to the ground, clearly showing Sketch was heeding Dash’s advice.
One re-tying of the upper supports later, and the cyan pegasus neatly backflipped back to Sketch’s side. She was on the lip of the table now, her forearms shaking in exhaustion. “There ya go! Now, I’ve gotta get to – whoa!” And Dash wasn’t talking about Nelly, prominent as she was at the western edge of the expo. No, Dash's attention was on the swelling seven inches of definitely-not-a-leg nestled behind Sketch’s trembling tail. Even from here, Dash could count the veins throbbing in that indigo meatflute slipping out from Sketch's lighter-blue sheath. It's flattened tip burbled and glittered with the slightest beads of pre, as if awaiting a response. And it got one.
“Really, Sketch! Yelling about my attitude with that much wood under you?” Sketch first raised an eyebrow as she propped herself back up to face Moonlight, thinking she was talking of the table. Then her tail brushed right over the pair of testes swelling under her and she couldn’t scurry her lower body under the table fast enough.
“S-sorry Dash! We’ll take your number, go on and catch the other booths!” When the cyan pegasus didn’t move an inch from the awkwardly positioned unicorn, Sketch started sweating, certain she’dbe out of Daring-Con on her tailbone by the hour. That would not be her portion today, however.
“See something you like, Rainbow?” cooed the magenta pegasus, edging closer and closer to Sketch with every second as her tongue flitted out. Dash paid it no attention however, the stiffening of her wings beneath her button-down shirt signaling just how much she liked what she was seeing. Her mind, however, was stuck between two poles. The first half was in traction; slowly processing that it was that pre-dripping python of Sketch’s that’d plopped onto her thigh. The other was agape at the fact that, despite her last few words, Moonlight would only be the second least tactful pegasus named ‘Zephyr’ that Rainbow Dash had ever met.
Dash’s opinion of this come-on, however, couldn’t have been different than when she was with the Shys in Cloudsdale. “No-no problem,” Then to Sketch, Dash tried a more reassuring tone. It… could have worked better, considering her eyes sneaking peeks at that utterly mouthwateringtip smearing a dark stain onto the amber spread inches from her. “It-it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I-I mean… is it always that sensitive?” And did it just jut out another inch upon Sketch looking back to see her again?
“No, Love Sketch’s just been angstin’ to see you. Seems you’re the pegasus she’s salivating for here, being the first Element to join the Wonderbolts and all.” Moonlight laughed, softly, her coral mane bobbing beautifully. “Took me a while but… I can see the charm,” Shamelessly, the sultry pegasus’ eyes gravitated to Dash’s flower, again unrestrained by her thighs and plump with arousal. Dash had to whip her head back to the A.K.-containing curtain to stop herself from gushing then and there. Were they seriously asking her for – Right. Right. This was a Daring-Con. Anything for the raffles. And this was supposed to be silent, how was she forgetting now?!
Dash’s hooves skittered over the table’s lip as she scrawled out her name and stuffed it in the clear jar Moonlight’s hooves were tented over. “Nicetoknowgottagoforamintueseeya!” Pumping her wings at just under a speed that wouldn’t send half this hall’s memorabilia into the other wall, the cyan pegasus sped to the ‘Do For Two’ booth, the only other slip of paper bearing her name out and ready to be registered. And just as her ticket slid into the slot of that booth, horror stuck her like a runaway Friendship Express. Her other votes! The bag was still back at the booth! This was her only one, and-
BRRRRRRING! The rest of Daring-Con burst into joyous cries and laughter. A stage beyond the sprawled-out pegasus, a deep voice rang out, “And this silent auction is over! Guests, stick around for the winners, they’ll be revealed within the hour!” Dash could only look miserably at the black box now being carried to that very judge by another attendee unicorn. Her eyes gave Dash the briefest of reassuring twinkles before she was lost in the shifting crowds.
Oh, if only Rainbow Dash shared her innocence. No way she was beating… well, everypony else in the Con that had slapped names in there now! Her shot with A.K. letting everypony here know just who belonged to her, ruined! Dash struggled to her feet, resigned to getting her bags, finding a room and pistoning the frustration out of her sopping snatch until unconsciousness took her or that sexy author did. Even if she wasn’t in the same room as her, she’d make sure A.K. heard what she was missing.
However, another option to pass the day by arrived just as soon as she passed by Dinner with Daring. “And look who it is, Dash wins again!” Moonlight Zephyr cheerily relayed as Dash clutched at her saddlebags. Great, just what she needed, another L to stick on the wall of the Best Young Flyer-
Wait.
Dash won?
“I get to have dinner with A.K!! Ohboyohboyohbo-“ Before Dash’s fluctuating heart-rate could overtake her, Sketch’s hooves clasped onto her shoulder. It was at this point that Dash noticed that she was grinning wide as she greeted her, and Dash’s heart fluttered at just how beautiful she was. The hourglass curve of her barrel was flush against hers, even though she was almost a head shorter than her. The spikes of her tribal necklace jutted out almost as well as her stiff teats.And most prominently of all, the now painfully stiff member of Sketch was rising again to pushing into her inner thigh.
“C-congratulations, Dash!” Whatever reservations Sketch had previously about Dash seeing her erection were gone. Her breaths picked up, like she wished to inhale the rich prismatic mane tickling her chin. “B-but Moonlight, I’m not sure we should have picked a winner now…” Her voice came out as a whinny, but the smooth sashays of Moonlight’s hips brought Dash’s eyes away. Even as her hips shifted around the cockshaft she was certain she wasn’t ready for;here, at least.
“No backsies, Sketch. Besides, we have a prelim process for this dinner – don’t want our guest of honor choking up on her food,” Her forehoof shot between hardening maremeat and winking folds. “When she could be choking on you.” The dragging back of her limb between their soaked centers caused both blue ponies to suck in their bottom lips.”C’mon, let’s go Sketch. I’ve been dying to know how Ponyville’s finest pegasus handles being under the bright lights…”
“A-absolutely, Zeph. R-right his way, Dash,” muttered the dickmare, wiping a line of drool from her lips. Dash, her loins a waterfall of wrenching need, turned to A.K.Yearling. The amber-coated author had ambled out further onto the wooden stage, but her eyes were still locked on Dash. A smack to Moonlight’s flanks and a lusty lick of the guilty forehoof by Dash got a smile tugging at A.K’s lips. Yearling cheerily waved her off with her left hoof, a maneuver that the judge would never see the target of as the three mares beat feet away from the expo floor. Dash had been given the green-light, and there was an entire Academy full of blue-suited pegasi that knew what followed from the cyan pegasus.
The trio of mares were barely in the bedroom before Moonlight kicked the door shut, returning fire on Dash’s glutes with a forehoof of her own. Manicured keratin meeting matted cyan fur made the thundercloud on her flank jiggle, and Dash let out a surprised yelp.
“Right. Dinner with a guest at Daring-Con requires some etiquette, so we’ll start with - already, Zeph?!” Moonlight’s tongue was busy battling Dash’s own to reply proper. Her hooves rolled up Dash’s sides as Dash cradled the back of her head, deepening their kiss. By the time Sketch had set up the utensils and plates, head shaking all the while, Dash and Moonlight’s hips were grinding together. Moans spilled into each pony’s maw as sticky threads of sparkling arousal threaded their thrusting thighs.
Love Sketch was right, though. If Dash got caught up now, she’d lose her second chance for some time with A.K. All this sneaking around was like a thunderclap to her nerves – she had to stay focused. Even if Moonlight’s glacier-slow slide of tan shorts down magenta thighs got her mind racing at near-terminal velocity. “Umph,” moaned Dash, as she staggered to the table, only for Sketch’s hoof to stop her.
Right to Moonlight, Sketch hissed, “We have to get this dinner over with, Moonlight, can't your libido wait one secon-”
“Push her on the table, and I’ll make this dinner like our first.” Before Dash could even ask Moonlight what that meant - or why the unicorn’s eyes diluted upon hearing ‘first’ - Sketch’s hooves thrust forward, sending her flying onto the table. Porcelain edges and iron studs rattled under her back, and electricity sparked through her nerves from the rough impact.
“What’s this about? I thought you said-'' And then Moonlight quickly dipped a strawberry into Dash’s mouth. Feeling the lovely taste of crystallized sugar and chocolate play across her mouth, Dash’s protests ceased. Moonlight then took several steps away from Dash, shorts once just below her cutie marks now pulled the rest of the way down. Soon, her coral tail flashed out of Dash’s line of sight, revealing dripping nethers to her. Bracing her forehooves on each side of Dash’s head, her pussy was lifted to with inches of Dash’s face, folds spreading slightly to kiss the strawberry still plugging her lips shut.
Dash couldn’t have pulled that juicy fruit into her cheek harder, but just as she shot her tongue out to greedily claim more cuntsap from the tap, Moonlight backed off the table. Sweeping up a platter of fruit at the corner of the bed across from Dash, she throatily uttered, “Let’s begin, shall we?” Love Sketch shivered across the table. “Fruitlover’s Delight is one of the most succulent celebrity dinners at a Daring-Con, after all. From Daring’s first encounter with a zebra tribe.”
“All that same, I’ll avoid the rhymes,” whispered Sketch.
”Well, we’ll still need to set the dish up. After, all, it is the main course.” The shaking of a metal can perked up Dash’s ears – and her mouth shot in the opposite direction when the fizzling of what was obviously whipped cream laced across her abdomen and teats. A third strip had her abdominal cleft twitching, the cool cream sending goosebumps flashing across her limbs. Cherries, blackberries, and slices of pomegranate were assembled on Dash’s barrel, glued to her by curling peaks of white. “Dig in, with those utensils. You know where the drinks are.”
“R-right. Pay attention, Rainbow Dash. You’ll have to eat like this later… to maintain a good image.” Rainbow’s folds almost jumped at the possibility of ‘Dinner with A.K.’ being just like this, as the fork of Sketch’s plucked piece after piece of juice-heavy slices from Dash's body. Soon, her snout was dusted with white, lips pushing towards lips as Sketch’s tongue darted across her cunt. The slow flickering of a new light source brought Dash’s pink eyes away from Sketch’s ministrations on her pussy, both ponies’ moans getting louder and lewder, as Moonlight arrived with a candleholder. The pillar of wax within was lit at the top, its flame dangerously flickering.
“See, Rainbow Doll, another thing about late-night meals in Daring-Con is that you’ll need some… ambient light,” A soft golden glow caused the red tubes to melt faster, hot sap almost filling the steel basins they were in by the time it ebbed away. Dash hasn’t even noticed Sketch’s tongue catching the last of the blackberries, only taking one half-bite before the bulb of dark violet fruit was pushed to her labia. The flat bulb at the top of Sketch's cock twitched wildly, and her moan echoed around the room.
“Yesssss,” Dash panted, her legs shaking. She couldn’t have imagined this day going down better, short of A.K. joining them. Two types of juices mingled at the juncture sliding against the forearms holding them down; folds lewdly squishing and spreading as Sketch’s tongue paid them attention.
“And the last lesson you’ll need to know is poise. Like when somepony… does this!” And then the first of that melting candlestick’s wax drops splattered on Dash’s chest, Moonlight’s words her only warning before the pain hit.
Dash convulsed violently as hot needles pricked at her skin, Moonlight’s hooves holding her long enough for Sketch’s ethereal bonds to lock around her hooves. “F-FUCK!” Even now, the pain was intense, but the incessant lapping of Sketch’s tongue sent her into several shuddering gasps. Eventually, the pain melted – much like that wax into her fur - into a simmering groundswell of lust. “What was… that about?!”
“Your punishment, doll.” Above her, Moonlight Zephyr’s face twisted in glee. Her eyes had narrowed to slits, and her tongue was thick with saliva. At eye level, her pussy convulsed, the intoxicating aroma of arousal plugging into Dash's nostrils like perfume. “Not keeping attention while your instructor’s showing you how to eat out? For shame, Rainbow.”
Another dollop of bubbling wax painted a crude smile on Dash’s chest. Her screams, lessened this time, waned as she got used to the blistering burn. Moonlight let out another desperate gasp at seeing the red wax spread on cerulean fur. Stifling the flow from her loins with another piece of candied strawberry, her hips jutted in a futile attempt to swallow the fruit whole. The fluttering cunt of Moonlight wavered a touch too close to Dash’s maw, and just as Sketch’s hooves returned to her folds, the push the unicorn gave allowed Dash's lips to finally brush against that clit’s tiny nub.
“Celestia, yes! Dashslut, fucking sing for me!” Moonlight demanded of Dash.
Even Vinyl Scratch herself would be cherry-red at the vocalizations from this hit number, as Dash’s pink muscle lashed around the crystal-coated fruit, and the cuntwalls closing on it. The sweet and salty tang sent her heart right into her loins, and she grabbed the strawberry’s stem with her teeth. Out of Moonlight’s quaking quim the fruit went, followed by a surge of liquid lust. The pain from the wax and pleasure from the eating out of Moonlight merged as one, the twisting tempest of pleasure causing Moonlight’s hips to shake and shiver.
Sketch, upon seeing the crimson plaster sizzle on the pegasus, had her sclera pull a disappearing act behind billowing pools of magenta as her eyes dilated. “Soooo... sexy…” And suddenly her lips clamped onto Dash’s pussy, spoon sliding lines of the whipped cream into the pulsing muscles for her to spearing it through her walls with her tongue. At the same time, the last part of the smiley face came with the third drop of cooling wax into a spool into her left chest.
“Drink it in, Daaaaashslut…” The twin wells of heat proved too much for Dash. She thought she’d fucking died and come back – cum back, really- as her walls violently clasped on Sketch’s tongue, rewarding its milking with a geyser of marecum. Again and again, blinding white infected Rainbow Dash's vision and surging bliss squirted into the connection of pink muscles twiring in her slot. Her climax was only coming off its peak, however, when the smooth baritone of Moonlight serenaded her again.
“She loves it, you know.” Right off her own high, that voice of Moonlight was like liquid sin. “Every time something hot hits something hot. It was how our first date ended.“ Moonlight’s smile turned utterly sadistic. “And it’ll be how this session continues. On the bed.”
Dash was upon that mattress in seconds, Moonlight and Sketch were both panting heavily as they approached her from opposite ends. “You wanted this chance for so long, Sketch. Now prime her.” Moonlight crooned to Sketch.
“We’ve…we’ve gotta prepare her for this trip-”
“She's got a Q&A to get through, love. Or she doesn’t get dessert. Covers, now. Like we did on the second date.” A shimmer of golden light and suddenly Dash found her four hooves trussed to each corner of the bed's end boards, satin sheets straining at her hooves. Her loins tightened in anticipation. Damn it all, she was gonna need to find some way to break them to A.K.
“W-what question-oooh,” Dash could feel Sketch’s turgid cock slap against one of her cheeks mid-sentence. Her back arched, wanting to sink on that girldick, melt around it like the magenta pegasus' aroma washed into her face. Moonlight’s rear legs soon stepped over Dash's head, tail whipping about her shoulder as she let her pussy drool just tantalizingly short of Dash's tongue.
“Tell me, Dash,… tell me where you’ll be after you leave…” Another drop of sparkling Moonlight juice fell to the sheet's before Dash's out-of-reach tongue. Behind her, Sketch’s first attempt to thrust against Dash sent her cock around the top of her ass, Sketch lecherously hotdogging those pressed cheeks as she pulled back. ”Tell me who you’ve brought here…” Another miss and pre-cum decorated Dash’s abdominal cleft, wax flaking away a little in the face of the new liquid. “Tell me who else you came with… so I know who else I can make scream for me.”
Then the bulb of Sketch’s shaft slipped right against her folds, grinding with a motion that sent her eyes rolling up. A silent scream strained open Sketch’s jaw. Dash had no such vocal lock.
“Oh-fuck! Yes! Push it in, fucking breed me!” Another candlestick was soon in Moonlight’s hooves thanks to Sketch’s telekinetic pull. Moonlight turned back to Dash, her next punishing drizzle of scarlet poured against the small of her back, making Dash’s hips jerk back in uncontrollable spasms as she howled. That gyration, however, also ground Dash’s hood right on Sketch's rigid cock. Sketch’s attempted protest about how this was getting away from their lesson plan veered into a rapturous cry when seven inches of slavering meatflute were piped into Dash’s wet depths.
“Fuuuuck!“ Love Sketch’s mouth shot open and her hooves traveled to the burning trail of wax welling in the small of Dash’s back – when that mix hit smooth keratin, her maw flew back shut in a masochistic lock of lust. Shakily, Sketch pulled out of Dash’s soaked cunt, but every shivering pulse along those velvet walls was burning more and more of her sanity away. By the time her tapered tip caught on the entrance to Dash's cunt, her last reserves snapped just like Daring Do’s whip. Sketch grasped Dash's hips, readied herself and thrust, slamming all ten inches of her length into the cyan pegasus.
Twinned screams rang out, and the vibration from Dash’s yell hitting her winking folds chased away Moonlight’s plans for this event as well. “Fuck, Dash! I don’t care about your answers anymore, just scream for me again!”
Dash tore her lips from Moonlight’s convulsing pussy, snapping her hips back to meet every furious thrust of Sketch as she hissed “Harder!” As she returned to the strawberry-sweetened snatch between the magenta pegasus’ legs, Dash took her time, even as every buck of Sketch’s hips brought stars across her eyes. Speed didn't matter to her anymore, not while sandwiched between these two. She wanted to remember the moment Sketch’s rock-hard cock filling her to bursting, to feel her flood her womb, to scream her name as the white-maned unicorn fucked her full of foalbatter.
It’d be so great – even if Daring didn’t bear the kid, she’d love to raise it! A little Sketch, owning the air and sky, thanks to the most awesome parents in the world. And her bearer, always available to visit in Daring’s northern abode, the sexiest unicorn she’d ever seen. Dash could hear a certain diamond-flanked fashionista turn up her nose in her mind, but her cyan snout was too stuck in pulsating Moonlight pussy to retort in any fashion, pun fully intended. Her tongue slid over every bit of her pink walls as Sketch’s thrusts turned savage.
Sketch's magic went nuts, yanking at the bonks to her and the bed, spinning the lone candlestick caught in her golden glow. Wax splattered over Rainbow Dash’s wings and Moonlight’s ass. And yet, those flecks were nothing compared to the infernos coiling in their loins. Moonlight was so close, so maddeningly repetitive in her mantra. And Dash was so close to answering anything Moonlight so desired of her. Anything, just to feel the hot ropes of cum in her womb like those bonds of scarlet-speckled satin burned at her hooves!
But just as Moonlight was about to climax, the two knobs that held down Dash’s forearms broke off. That moment saw Dash careening away from the magenta pegasus's pussy, a roar that barely qualified as equine tearing from Moonlight's maw. That cock’s caress remained within Dash though, Sketch having the luscious bedding to fall back upon. But Dash’s lust demanded her footing come with new positioning. Corkscrewing herself deliciously on her length, she assumed a proper cowgirl position, then looked into Sketch’s blown-out eyes and made her last request.
“Pump me fucking full, Sketch! Please!” Love Sketch’s disorientation spirited away, as she took Dash’s hooves in her own and her cock surged back into Dash’s waiting walls. The inidgo shaft's medial ring was tight and warm and wet against pink folds, milking her with vicious, rapid strokes. Dash decided to help Sketch, bouncing up and down on her thickening girth, the spots of hardened red on Dash’s body being rubbed at by her as she writhed and hopped on that indigo dick.
It took the pungent smell of Moonlight Zephyr’s sticky-sweet cunt pressing over her face before she discovered there was indeed another pegasus to pleasure here. “Finish me… I’ll help you get over… when Dashslut does.” With that promise in hand, and Moonlight sitting over her drooling face, Sketch’s jaws wrenched spurt after spurt of juice from her abused areola. Her thrusts became more erratic, Dash finally clamping down on her.
“Yes! So close! Don’t stooooo-'' Dash's walls drenched for the second time that day, bursting the seal her throbbing dick had placed on her pussy as juices hosed out. And, with a speed even Dash could envy, Moonlight dripped two strips of red down Sketch’s barrel, right over her sensitive teats. The fires went out in the lights from the angle Moonlight poured – but for Sketch and Moonlight, the inferno resurged within them with a carnal vengeance.
Right into Dash’s womb the bulb of Sketch’s swelled, and string after string of thick cum unloaded within, the mixture pummeling out of Dash’s’ abused cunt as her belly stretched in futile attempts to keep it in. At the same time, the sight of that wax cooling over her partner’s skin and her bellowings into her cunt made Moonlight climax over Sketch's tongue. Wave after wave of marecum bathed the unicorn’s face, battering her throat and showing off how much she had to swallow to keep from drowning.
The blue horn scraped amazingly against Moonlight’s dock, leaving her shuddering as she rode her way to blissful oblivion ove Sketch's face. Her lips connected with Dash’s, and they shared one last passionate kiss, the triangular tempo reaching its end as they all shivered in bliss. Tongues tangled, pleasure bubbled like the wax over sweat-ridden bodies, and cries filled the room list like the sharp scent of scented candles and cooling cuntsap.
Eventually, Moonlight‘s body gave out, and so sprawled out on the right-hand side of the bed. Dash followed suit soon after. “So, you got the lesson down-pat?” Moonlight's whisper trickled into Dash's ear like so much Sweet Apple jam.
“Y-yeah… everything,” the cyan pegasus hissed.
Moonlight laughed exhaustedly. "Cool. And to keep the other Elements from getting on our plots - Skeeeetch!” A winking light from his horn and Dash’s warm feeling throughout her body got warmer. “Didn’t want you to feel bad over the B.C., so we actually made every one of Sketch’s spells warm a body up. Helps in Winter Wrap-Ups, too.” And getting out of speeding tickets, Moonlight decided to spare Dash hearing. That would be for another day.
“If you want more, you know where the dining hall is,” purred Sketch. Her cock twitched as her gaze swept over the cum-stuffed Dash. “And so do your friends."
Rainbow Dash nodded. After several seconds, the cyan pegasus took the snoring of her two fuckbuddies as prompting, rolled onto the floor, and left the room. Her saddlebags were re-slung over her frame from their position just outside the bedroom door, but she ended up bumping into another pony after ten paces.
This stallion, however, was all too quick to pull her to her feet. “Whoa, there - didn’t see you! I’m Quibble, and.- Whoa, gonna guess the snack bar was a more popular locale than I thought!”
Dash, realizing her belly was still swollen with Sketch’s spunk, rolled with the misinterpretation. “S-sure. And – “Wait, you’re Quibble Pants?”
“Explorer Extraordinaire, you got it! We’ve got a whole second day to go through, and I know we’ve been a bit busy. I’m glad to know an Element of Harmony took up point here. How about tomorrow, I give you the grand tour of the expo; get you around some more places here before we all see Daring?”
“Y-you bet!” How could Rainbow Dash forget! There was a whole second day of this expo to go! And A.K, she had so much to tell her now! Specifically about these two booth ponies, if she could keep them in the forefront of her min. Even now, something about those questions Moonlight begged from her as Sketch felt… well, sketchy. But then Quibble Pants was guiding her back and she sunk into his embrace, ignoring the slight blush on his cheeks. She’d done enough trailblazing tonight. Let a big strong stallion lead. She could find out more about them… all of them, later…”
Moonlight Zephyr took one last longing look at the door that Wonderbolt had left through, then back to Sketch. The second she cradled her head in her hooves and turned to try and rest, she turned on her side and opened the nightstand next to their marred bed. A shiny copper disc with the letter 'C'. Tapping a small lever on the side, she was soon greeted with the oil-slick tones of another stallion.
“Yes? You got that ally of Daring interrogated proper, Moonlight…?”
Swallowing thickly Moonlight Zephyr looked at the cooling wax on their cum-slick bodies, her anklet shining brightly with Dash’s cum. and came to a description. “Nope. Didn’t even get to meet her, let alone make her spill anything.” She lecherously re-studied her own anklet. “Go with Plan B, Doc Cab.”
“What? You failed to break Daring’s new disciple? How is that even-?!”
“Oh, and lose this number. Don’t care if you think you’ll win against Daring this time – just don’t waste mine with working over small fries.” Moonlight would forever regret not being able to wedge in the words ‘rat’s ass’ into that sentence. She’d have to settle for the satisfying crunch of the communicator as it hurtled out of the room as a consolation prize.
“Moonlight?” Her heart thumped as the unicorn dickmare finally turned to answer her, heads finishing massaging her temple. “You okay?”
“Sure am, squirt.”
“’Squirt’.” Back to her temples the curves of keratin went for Love Sketch. “Goodness, I should’ve never had that third date,”
“Aww, you remember how it ended… “ Feeling Sketch’s light smile, Moonlight continued on. “Besides, I was ribbing before. You’re the one who got dinner with Daring tonight.”
A smile split Sketch’s face in two, so sickly sweet Moonlight wondered if Pinkie had the copyright to it. With a mighty heave, the exhausted pegasus moved to her stomach, cuddled the white-maned Sketch, and fell asleep herself in the crook of her neck. They needed to get some hours in before they went to see the A.K. for their true meeting of the night.
Of course, the state they left the legendary author luxuriating in nearly bit them in the barrel when Dr. Caballeron came calling for her and Dash. But exactly how that A.K. dinner went down, well… that tale of Daring-Con will have to wait for another time.
