Hot Pink

by Cosmonaut

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Pinkie Pie, Sex
Length: 5630

Sweating, frantic and desperately in heat Rainbow Dash looks for any way to find a solution.

After a magical mishap due in part to Twilights magic, Pinkie Pie ends up changed into a stallion! The new body structure unfazes the former-mare and Pinkie goes about her (his) day. Meanwhile, at the peak of Estrus, Rainbow Dash is frantically looking around town for a stallion to help her beat the heat. After scouring the town she comes across a very not so feminine Pinkie Pie....

Audio Reading of the fic! by Lotus Moon

Published 2011-12-20 02:23:59 UTC
Last updated 2011-12-20 02:23:59 UTC

Hot Pink

“Don’t you think you’re over-reacting Rarity? I’m sure if Spike and I looked around there’d be somepony here that could help you out with your problem.”

Rarity huffed, her beautiful purple locks already frazzled enough from all her frenetic worrying “You finding moi a suitable colt to model for me in Ponyville? Not likely Twilight Sparkle. I’ve been considering all the possibilities and absolutely none of them are suitable, at all.”

Twilight frowned, listing the few boy ponies she knew around town in her head “Big Macintosh?” she offered enthusiastically.

“Too big, too bulky,” replied Rarity dejectedly.

“Mr. Cake?”

Rarity snorted “Too gangly,”

Twilight put a hoof to her chin “Mr. Breezy?”

“Too stocky,”

“Caramel?”

“Doesn’t live around here darling,” she said testily, her patience wearing thin at this pointless guessing game.

“Well how about-”

“How about you please help me with this mannequin I dragged all the way over here to your library and just cast the spell so I can get some work done before dusk?”

Twilight sighed, flipping through the pages of her spell book. She wasn’t especially skilled at transformation magic but it’s not like it was something she avoided because she was nervous. She honestly never had a (willing) test subject to try it on before, besides herself of course, but risking a permanent change of gender at her own doing was a risk she didn’t want to take. It pained her because she loved experimenting otherwise too. Raritys’ suggestion to swap this ‘female’ mannequin to become a male figure seemed like a perfectly safe way to try it out. If it worked, Rarity was happy, if not then she could brush it off as one of those ‘living creatures only’ kind of spell.

There was a loud bang, the door to the library slammed open “HIYA GIRLS!” bubbled an overtly animated voice.

The two unicorns let out a simultaneous groan. Pinkie Pie had been talking non-stop all week about her special new recipe for butterscotch cookies, but each time she made a batch she would offer a fresh plate and immediately take the treats away from them. They had to be Pinkie Pie perfect, and if they weren’t they hit the garbage can. Now there was another batch of cookies hanging from a basket around her neck as she bounced through the door.

“You girls have gotta try my latest bunch of super scumptilicious butterscotch cookies! It’s the absolute BEST I Pinkie Pie swear it!” she assured shoving a cookie at each of her two friends. Rarity magically grabbed it, hovering it closer to her mouth and eyeing Pinkie warily, as if the bakers apprentice was going to swat it away at any moment. Cautiously she took a tentative bite of the small yellow cookie.

“Thish is delicious Pinkie Pie!” complimented Rarity, speaking through the chewy treat. Swallowing, she asked “How many batches did you bake before ending up with this bunch?”

“A dozen and a half!” she said instantly, expecting the question. “I can’t tell you how many of those cookies I had to throw away before they had JUST the right flavor. Of course Gummy kept sneaking into the garbage can to take a bite. He had so much that he got himself a GUMMY-ACHE!”

Laughing herself into a fit Pinkie bounced around the room, snorting at her good joke. Twilight rolled her eyes, wondering to herself how she was going to concentrate now with Pinkie in her library. She finished her own cookie, and turned to her bouncing pink friend.

“We are both really glad that you did a great job baking these cookies, but if you don’t mind I need you to step aside for a moment. I’ve got an important spell to cast and it requires a direct line of sight to work out correctly. So move away please!” requested Twilight civilly as Pinkie bounced to the right of the mannequin.

Rarity sidled up next to Twilight as the lavender unicorn scanned the spell instructions a few more times, rapidly piecing together how much focus and energy she would have to put into the spell. Too much and she would over-exert herself resulting and being tired for the rest of the day, too little, and the spell would fail.

Twilight chewed her lip, running the spell directions over in her head one last time. Lowering her head, she paid careful attention to her horn, positive that it was pointing straight at the dummy. With a deep breath she shut her eyes, casting the spell.

A bright orange bolt of light erupted from her horn, zigzagging across the room and immediately filling the air with the scent of burning ozone. This spell was stronger than she’d initially expected, and she shut her eyes, cringing at the powerful energies flowing from her horn. She heard a zapping sound, a yelp from Rarity next to her and Twilight opened her eyes back up, spell complete.

The first thing she felt was a twinge of disappointment, the spell hadn’t worked. The mannequin before her was still a curvy figure of femininity. Her ears flattened against her head.

“Sorry Rarity, I guess the spell doesn’t work like I expected,” she mumbled dejectedly under her breath.

Rarity grabbed her, turning Twilights attention away from the intended target of the spell “Twilight,” she hissed, her voice low, “Look at what you’ve done to her!”

Pinkie Pie stood dumbly before them, her blue eyes rolling in her head. Twilight didn’t immediately understand the problem that irked Rarity like this. All she saw was the same silly pink pony that had barged through her door a few minutes ago.

“Oooh…” suddenly she DID notice that Pinkie wasn’t all herself anymore. Now she noticed that Pinkie suddenly had a thicker neck, and stockier frame. Her mess of pink hair was now curlier, tail a bit shorter and she was taller looking overall. The shape of her face was changed too, now she had the squared off look of a colt.

“…shoot,” finished Twilight, glancing between the plaster dress dummy and the now masculine visage of Pinkie Pie. She connected the dots, realizing that instead of not working the spell had simply targeted the nearest living thing closest to the mannequin.

“Oh my GOSH what did you do?!” cried Pinkie Pie, who immediately gasped at the slightly deeper, yet still familiar tone of voice she now possessed. “I sound like a boy now! Twilight you turned me into a boy!”

Twilight groaned, putting a hoof to her forehead “Now I have to go find a counter spell. I’m sorry Pinkie Pie I didn’t plan-”

“I have a penis!” shouted Pinkie sticking his head between his forelegs, looking directly at the new set of parts provided with the spell.

Rarity burst out laughing, causing Twilight to give her a sharp look. Rarity slowly halted her chuckling.

“You simply must acknowledge the good humor in the situation Twilight. Well maybe it’s not that good for Pinkie Pie but come on dear, that was funny,” snickered Rarity watching Pinkie reaching at her privates and falling forwards on her face.

Sighing, Twilight magically tugged a dark orange book from the top row of the bookshelf behind her, “I screwed up a spell and majorly changed Pinkie Pie into…a colt! This kind of spell is…it’s, huh, that’s good news.”

“What’s good news?! What’s it say Twilight?” asked Pinkie Pie bouncing over to the book. He had a much bigger spring in his step now too, probably with extra strength granted to him thanks to Twilights spell.

Using her hoof she brushed Pinkies curlier hair out of her face “It says here that the spell isn’t permanent, and while no true counter spell exists it doesn’t matter because transformation magic automatically defaults back to its original form after only six or seven hours later.”

Pinkie Pie gasped “So you mean I’ll be a Pinkie guy for only a little while! That’s terrrrrrific!”

Rarity usually let nothing that Pinkie said get her bothered, yet at that comment she was dumbfounded “Darling don’t tell me that you’re…not upset at being a boy?”

“No way ho-say!” replied Pinkie brightly. “Now I can go out and try all these boy things I’ve always wanted to try but wasn’t sure about before. It’s already seven o’ clock but I’m sure I’ve got plenty of time to get moving!” he giggled “moving, mooooving. Gosh my voice is so funny now!”

Twilight and Rarity shared a confused glance, before asking “What do you mean boy things?”

Pinkie laughed, rolling his eyes “You knoooooow, boy stuff! Like having one too many beers and smoking big stinky cigars and getting into fights with other ponies-”

“Pinkie,” said Rarity trying to cut him short.

“-and forgetting to wash behind my ears and reading the boring bits in newspapers and playing football and-”

“Well okay then!” interrupted Twilight a little louder than her fellow unicorn. “I’m sure you have lots of stuff to do and it sounds perfectly okay that you’re okay being a boy the rest of the day. So go on ahead for a good evening Pinkie! Just, don’t do anything too…erratic.”

Snorting, Pinkie Pie bounded out of the room “You’re so silly Twilight, I wouldn’t know the first thing about being erotic.”

Rarity laughed again at the pink blush at Twilights cheeks “Now now, that didn’t turn out so bad did it darling?”

“I suppose not but, hey wait a minute!” she turned to the alabaster white unicorn. “How come you didn’t ask Pinkie Pie to help with your fittings? I just made her into a colt!”

Cocking an eyebrow Rarity replied “Do you honestly expect me to get Pinkie Pie of all ponys to hold completely still while I stitch together twenty seven suits for the rest of the day?”

Well…no, I guess not,” Twilight admitted finally allowing herself a little laugh at the absurdity of the whole event “sooo what now then?”

“Now?” suddenly getting back to reality, Rarity sighed, “I suppose at the moment I’ll go on to figure it out myself. Thank you for all your help Twilight. It’s been a very entertaining evening.”

Twilights face fell, a little upset she couldn’t assist Rarity daintily trotting out through the front door, her curly purple tail grabbing the knob and pulling it shut behind her. Deciding that she wasn’t satisfied with how things turned out, Twilight decided to nose through another section in Tricky Transformations. Hopefully there was a more detailed page on working with inanimate objects.

***

On the other side of town at Sweet Apple Acres work was wrapping up for the day, the last stubborn stump being forcefully hauled out of the ground by Big Macintosh. It took him the better part of three hours and he waved a foreleg at his sister who was a few hundred yards away by the barn doors, signaling his completion of the task. He thought she saw him but right now, Applejack was wholly distracted from the newly bare patch of field so readily cleaned by her brother. Rainbow Dash had stopped by seeking advice, and when she got said advice demanded something more as well.

“No way, no how. It’s your own darned fault for lettin’ this go ‘till it was too late. Besides, even if Macintosh over yonder did have the energy to help ya out he wouldn’t because he’s a gentlecolt, not some pony ya just go an’ have a quick fix with,” concluded Applejack stamping a hoof for emphasis.

Rainbow Dash groaned loudly, leaning against the wall of the barn “Why not? You just TOLD me that’s the only way to make…this stop. I need this to go away fast as possible it is driving me completely insane AJ.”

Applejack rolled her eyes “Don’t ya’ll know the signs of this sorta thing when it’s happenin’? I mean, it ain’t exactly subtle. Every filly learns about this in school too.”

Very lightly Dash banged her head against the red barn wall “I must have skipped that class a few times or something. Now please can ya help me out with your brother?”

“No!” was the immediate response. Applejack turned away from Dash, who whimpered loudly.

Skipping school was fun for Rainbow Dash to do when she was younger, being cooped up in a classroom when she could be outside flying was something she could never tolerate. Waking up earlier in the day she felt weird, antsy, like she needed to race something at high speeds to blow off extra energy. Despite zipping to the top of the nearby mountain at fast as possible it did little to quell that hot bothered feeling inside, so she took a nap assuming it would go away.

A slight breeze picked up, pushing her colorful tail against her now visibly sensitive privates making Dash tense up and bite her lower lip to avoid making any noises. She’d woken up twenty minutes ago sweaty, excited, and terribly aroused. The small cloud she had slept on during her nap had been practically soaked with that heat and wetness emanating from her loins. Not knowing what exactly was wrong with her she had calculated as fast as she could the best pony to seek advice from and concluded she would get honest answers from Applejack.

Now that she was getting them, she began regretting coming here in the first place.

“Listen, AJ, I know, I’m kinda in the wrong for bein’ so, nggh,” Dash clenched her teeth, wind caressing her flanks again “selfish but right now I need help and I caaAAme, ah, here for your help so I would really like some solid advice to make this stop okay?”

“Ya got wax in your ears? I already told ya the quickest way to get over that is ya gotta get your, ahem, fields plowed,” she repeated to the sulking Pegasus. Applejack sniffed the air, nose crinkling “Good gravy girl I can smell ya’ll from here. Is this really the first time ya been in heat?”

“YES!” shouted Dash, completely exasperated “You and everypony else knows that I’m the youngest, even though it’s only by a few weeks but still! AJ! I don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself! I don’t know any colts in town besides your big brother and-”

“-and ya’ll barely know him yourself Rainbow,” finished Applejack giving her a firm stare.

Annoyed, Dash grit her teeth “It’s better than going up to some random colt and begging him to screw me.”

“Listen here for the last time sugarcube, the answer is no. What ya’ll can do is try what Twilight does an’ go meditate yourself in your home till it passes,” she yawned, motioning for her brother to come over to the barn “Ya’ll don’t gotta make a fool out of yourself, an’ ya get some extra nap time to boot! That’s all I got to tell ya. Unless…ya’ll want some sound advice from Rarity maybe?”

Fuming, Dash turned tail and rocketed into the sky, leaving a multi-colored streak of rainbow behind as Big Macintosh cantered over to his sister.

“What’s that all about AJ?” he asked softly, chewing a sprig of wheat in his mouth.

Sighing, she turned to her brother, leaning closer to his ear “Rainbow Dash is ‘in season’ for the first time an’ she came to ask me for help on what to do about it.”

Macintosh tilted his head, looking at her quizzically, “So what’s that mean there? She wanted help with you?”

“With you big bro,” she answered with a slight chuckle. “She wanted MY permission to get a roll in the hay with ya to help her ‘beat the heat’ so to speak.”

He stepped backwards, looking flustered “Really? I dunno if I should be flattered or…shoot, I don’t quite know what to think. ‘Course I suspected as much, I did catch somethin’ funny on the breeze,” he looked skyward to where Dash had bolted off to. “Ya think she’ll be alright?”

Slapping a hoof on his work collar, Applejack laughed “I’m sure she’ll figure herself out. Like I said, the girls in heat an’ all worked up right now. Ya’ll remember how bad I was when I first got into heat right?”

Big Macintosh laughed this time “I sure do, boy howdy I thought you was gonna have the whole house down.”

She grinned, blushing a little “Well shoot, ya’ll lucky you don’t gotta deal with my attitude now don’t ya think? Go wash up an’ fetch Applebloom. It’s time for supper.”

***

A small cloud that had been drifting lazily through the sky burst apart as a speeding Pegasus barreled through it, blasting it into small pieces of fluff that scattered through the air. By Rainbow Dashs count it was the fourteenth cloud she’d barreled through as she ascended the sky, gaining speed as she tore past the stratosphere and into the mesosphere. It was pointless to try this again, last time it didn’t work so why would it calm her down now? Dash halted her climb, and spotting a stray cumulus cloud settled down on it, the small cloud beginning to descend rapidly from her weight.

“This sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this royally sucks,” she ranted into the pillowy cloud, mind swarming as her nether regions still pulsed with that insistent demanding burning sensation.

Of course Applejack turned out to be no help at all, flat out denying the cure for her problem. Dash shivered and winced, trying carefully to keep her hind legs from moving to prevent any more unwanted sensations traveling throughout her. Dash slowly realized it wasn’t working anymore either, even staying stock still those powerful pulses of pleasure were still snaking up and down her spine. Just the slightest breeze, the smallest twitch of her tail, was only amplifying her intense feelings of arousal. Her mind was gripped with fleeting notions of sex, but Dash was trying desperately to distract herself with something, anything else to make it go away.

The cloud dropped lower in the sky, she absently flicked her tail at a passing raven, annoying birds. Another lustful rush of pleasure wracked through her body, and Dash shoved her face into the cloud, wings practically shaking as she bit a mouthful of the fluff to prevent herself from squealing.

Her head ruptured the bottom of the cloud, giving her a view of the ground below. She’d drifted near the edge of town by one of the trails leading to the Whitetail Woods. The setting sun cast a pretty orange glow across the land, and warmed her body even further. Dash moaned, certain she’d be stuck in this horrible aroused state for weeks. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, focusing, saw Pinkie Pie bouncing down the trail.

She narrowed her eyes, though she was still high up, her naturally good eyesight could make out that Pinkie…didn’t look quite right. Curious, Dash coasted up and around her field of vision, darting to a nearby bush. Pinkie bounced past, and Dashs jaw dropped.

“Pinkie? Is that you?” she whispered to herself quietly. Pinkie Pie didn’t look like a girl anymore, for all the world she looked like a colt. Not even some sort of a costume either.

Rainbow Dash watched intently as Pinkie stopped on the trail, swiveling his head in circles before pulling something out of his saddlebag. He stuck it in his mouth, fumbling with a small square silver object. After a harrowed minute a flame erupted from the lighter, Pinkie brought it to the cigar in his mouth and took a deep breath.

Coughing, he spat the cigar out of his mouth. Shoving a hoof in her mouth Dash fought the urge to burst into laughter, watching Pinkie slowly wiping his tongue of that taste. With a disgusted look on his face Pinkie Pie turned and bounced back into Ponyville. Rainbow Dash froze, spotting a set of male parts between his legs. As that hot, aroused feeling quickly re-surfaced she fought to look away, but couldn’t. As Pinkie continued on towards Sugarcube Corner, a hazily thought out plan formed in Dashs frenetic, swirling head.

***

The bell to the bakery chimed as Pinkie Pie hopped inside. Rainbow Dash, who had positioned herself across the street, heard a loud feminine shriek followed shortly by laughter. She flicked an ear, now positive that she just wasn’t hallucinating Pinkie Pie’s sudden gender swap. Quivering anxiously she zipped to the upper levels of the bakery where Pinkie lived, peering through the window at her friend. The windows were dirty and she while she could see a faint pink outline, her eyesight could not peer through the grime well enough. Dash furrowed her brow leaning onto the window, which promptly swiveled open, tossing her inside onto the floor.

“Hiya Dash!” bubbled Pinkie Pie from across the room, voice a few tones deeper than normal “What’s up silly? Don’t you know the door is downstairs?”

“Heh, yeah, guess it kinda slipped my mind Pinks,” she said nervously getting to her hooves. “If ya don’t mind me asking, how come you’re a dude?”

Pinkie Pie snorted, then taking a deep breath said “Wellllllll, it all started about an hour ago when I went to visit Twilights library to let her try my latest batch of butterscotch cookies which by the way Rainbow Dash turned out SUPER amazing fantastic and I let her taste one and Rarity was there because she was having trouble with her dresses or something so Twilight was trying to cast a spell to help her but then the spell got me instead and before I knew what happened I got turned into a boy!”

Flabbergasted by that long response, Dash tilted her head “Oh, that, uh, heh, guess that makes sense then? Soooo whatcha been up to?”

“Doin’ boy stuff!” he said cheerfully, pulling out a bulleted list. Pinkie cleared his throat, and sniffed the air once.

“I got into a fight, played sports with Gummy, got all dirty and sweaty, had one too many beers aaaaaand tried smoking a cigar,” Pinkie concluded spitting out her tongue. “That wasn’t as fun as it sounded.”

Pinkies room was absolutely stifling. While her cloud home was aerodynamic and allowed the breeze to swim through this place was unsettlingly warm, no doubt thanks to the bakery down below too. Hot sticky air caught in her throat, Dash shook her head trying to stop thinking about her throbbing privates. This whole idea she had formed in her head to get this to work suddenly didn’t seem like a great idea.

Nose in the air, Pinkie sniffed again “Mmmm, what’s that smell?” he asked, closing his eyes. “It smells…wow, I don’t even know. But it’s good! Where’s it coming from?”

“Probably downstairs Pinkie this is the bakery rememb-” Dash stopped right there, paying attention to the smell now. Maybe it was the hot air of the room, or just her own increasing excitement but now she could very strongly smell that weird, musky smell her posterior was so eagerly emitting. She lashed her tail once, the scent instantly becoming stronger around her.

“It’s so super weird. I have no clue what it is,” mumbled Pinkie, trotting around the room, following the scent. He walked past Dash over to the window, checking the latch, before sniffing louder again and turning around

His nose brushed against the tip of Dashs multicolored tail. Her wings snapped open in response and she bit her lip at the touch.

“Gee golly gosh Dash what did you wash your tail with this morning it smells so gooood,” complimented Pinkie, completely disregarding the blue Pegasus’ personal space. Not that Dash was too concerned at this point.

“Uhh, it’s, uhhhh,” she mumbled, as Pinkie inhaled the scent of Dashs tail again, deeper this time, halfway up her tail.

Holding her breath, she winced as Pinkie continued traveling closer to the center of her problems. She could feel the light, delicate breaths of air slipping through the hair of her tail and caressing her tender rear. Opening her mouth, she let out a silent cry as her posterior burned ever harder with that tantalizing fulfillment she knew was only inches away. At the breaking point she flagged her tail hard to the left, away from Pinkies nose.

She heard immediate retreating hoofsteps behind her, but Dash didn’t look, couldn’t look. “Pinkie Pie, I need your help,” she choked out.

“RAINBOW DASH! I um, shucks I didn’t know, realize that you were, uhm, are in-,” Pinkie backpedaled against the wall of her room by the window. Since her friend was only three feet away Pinkie didn’t have much room to maneuver.

Lashing her tail again, she dropped her head down to look underneath her, “I know, ah, this is a little…bit weird, Pinkie Pie. Any other t-tiiiiime, ngh, I wouldn’t even begin to, to think about this but now, I, it’s all I can think about and I need help.”

Swallowing hard, Pinkie looked, really looked at Rainbow Dash. Her rump was practically glistening in the failing sunlight, her…juices dripping from her open and ready folds. This was supposed to be gross but that weird, overpowering sweet smell was filling his senses. Pinkie wanted more of that pungent scent wafting heavily through the room, tickling his nose. Looking down between his own haunches, something else was beginning to move as well.

“Ugh, uhn, Pinkie Pieeee,” squealed Dash, her eyes focusing directly at her friends expanding equipment “I really, really can’t live like this for two weeks. I reeeeaaally, need your help.”

Standing up, Pinkie tiptoed over to Rainbow Dash, cagily, nervously; own head cloudy with the thoughts of what he might do. What her friend wanted him to do. Already that thing between her legs began lengthening, automatically growing stiff in anticipation.

The sight of that dick filling her view; Dash moaned out loud, already imagining it inside of her. She thrusted her hips at it, pussy drooling eagerly in anticipation of its entry to allow her relief from that oppressive arousal. No longer looking, she could feel Pinkies presence close behind her. Excitedly she flicked her tail again where his face should be, feeling Pinkie sniffing it heavily, and hearing the contented sigh that followed suit.

“Listen, Dash, I know we’re super good friends and all but, are you absotuvely positively super sure serious about me doing this?” asked Pinkie uncertainly, leaning his head over Dashs flank.

“Yes,” she replied, breathing hard into the floor “Please.”

Furrowing his brow, Pinkie nodded, “Well, okey dokey then!”

This was going to be sloppy. Being the casual sort of gal she was Pinkie wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with sex. Fun flings at parties were the best, and if she wanted a good time with a stallion it was a perfect end to any night. Now here HE was, role reversed, about to do the same with Dash. Jumping up, he pressed his forehooves against her back, worrying that his heavier frame would cause her to fall forwards.

Legs holding firm, Dash gasped at the weight. She knew she could handle it though, all her exercise had granted her a stronger build than most Pegasus. That growing member of Pinkies slid against the folds of her aching pussy as he adjusted himself above, pushing against her blue coat with his hooves and the joints of her wings until she felt the presence of Pinkies cock press slightly against her wet hole.

“Ready?” he asked once more, question virtually of the rhetorical as he slid the head of his dick inside her glistening pink lips, just a little.

Dash whinnied, snapping her head backwards “Y-yes! Go ahead. Keep going!”

With that final ok, he thrusted his hips forward, burying his dick deep within his friends’ wet hole and meeting her haunches at the hilt.

They both didn’t move at first, each completely overwhelmed with these new feelings. Pinkie was in a whole other world right now, astounded at how sensitive her cock was, and how being inside of her friend like this felt so impossibly good. Even with neither of them moving Pinkie could feel Dashs inner muscles constricting around his rod, massaging it from the inside while that fiery searing warmth within furthered that feeling tenfold.

“Go ahead, k-keep going Pinkie,” squeaked Dash, barely able to speak with Pinkie inside of her like this. It hurt at first, but then immediately there was pure, blinding pleasure running through her entire body. Her mind blanked, feeling nothing but that shaft shoved so deep inside of her. Eyes watering, she felt that thick member being slowly pulled out of her, every little nuance of her tunnel still eagerly gripping his meat until it was just the head remaining at near the entrance. Then Pinkie rolled his hips forwards again, sliding it back inside carefully until he met her hips again.

It felt amazing! Finally her body was getting the fulfillment it had craved all day long. At the same time though, it wasn’t good enough. Pinkie was moving too slow. Too cautiously.

“Harder,” she demanded, baring her teeth.

“I don’t wanna hur-”

“HARDER!” repeated Dash, wings flapping in irritation.

Snorting, he immediately switched to a much faster pace, recklessly pumping into her backside. A series of wet slapping noises rose through the air as his balls slammed against her flank over and over again. Satisfied with this quicker pace Dash whined through gritted teeth, then gasping, wings hanging down at her sides as the feeling of an incoming orgasm began welling up deep within her.

Pinkie was sweating heavily, thighs aching from working her muscles so hard in this rapid fire motion series of movements he had begun at Dashs request. It was way better than initially expected too. Pounding into her wildly was turning out a lot more satisfying than taking it slow. Intensifying his thrusting was having that rewarding effect on Dash too. She wasn’t even speaking anymore either, just lolling her head around aimlessly, sputtering half words of praise through the ferocious pounding he continued delivering so forcefully. That newer sensation of dominance he felt slamming while inside of the writhing Rainbow Dash below him was as intoxicating as that delicious smell of her sweat soaked hair. Pinkie liked it.

They continued fucking for long, steady minutes, Pinkie relentless in his ordered pounding and Dash enjoying every second of it. Unsure of what to say Pinkie kept silent throughout, concentrating only on hammering into her as much as she demanded of her as possible. Already tired from the exertion, he pushed through the burning feeling at his own thighs, that tightening feeling at his balls an obvious signal he was going to cum any second now.

But before he could announce it to her he felt the inner walls of Dashs pussy clench tightly around him, flooding with warmth as her wings came to life, slapping at his face. Overwhelmed at the spontaneous explosion of heat and fluid he came too, instinctively bucking his hips as he jettisoned his load inside of her, cock twitching as Dash howled in pleasure, her forelegs folding as she fell forwards onto the floor as the orgasm wracked her very core.

He gasped, mind reeling at the powerful sensations, clutching her sides tightly as she breathed heavily beneath his bulkier form. As the rush of pleasure ebbed away, he felt incredibly tired. Completely spent from the ordeal, his eyelids drooped and he rolled off the panting Pegasus next to the bed. Totally exhausted of energy, he fell asleep.

***

The first thing that ran across Dashs eyes when she woke up was pink. Bright happy hot pink. Her back felt horrible, like she’d been sleeping on the floor. She screwed up her own face, trying to put the color to a memory. With a little difficulty she pulled a hoof lodged in the sheets, absently trying to put things together when it hit her.

“Oh, right,” she whispered under her breath, awkwardly wiggling out of the tangled mess of sheets next to Pinkie. Without thinking she rolled, but one part of the blanket caught her wing and stirred the sleeping Earth pony awake.

“Hey you!” murmered a bright, high pitched voice. A much rounder, feminine Pinkie Pie leaned her head over to smile at Rainbow Dash. “Feeling better Dashie?”

Sheepishly, she grinned at Pinkie “Yeah, actually. It’s stopped tingling…down there so I guess that means I’m better.”

“I’m glad I could help. Aren’t you lucky you caught me when I wasn’t me yesterday? Are ya? Are ya? Are ya?!”

“Super lucky! So thanks, a lot. Sorry if I was being pushy yesterday. I wasn’t exactly myself either,” smiled Dash, no longer feeling nervous. She got to her hooves, wincing a little she turned to look at her flank which was a fading shade of red “You really did a number on me though, wow.”

Pinkie snorted, laughing into her light pink bed sheets “Silly head, you TOLD me to do that.”

“Ouch!” cried Dash touching her tender hindquarters “I didn’t think you’d be that rough.”

“Well I’d be a little bit stronger anyway being a boy don’tcha think?” she asked, bouncing across the room over to a small bulleted list. Pencil in mouth, she reached over and scribbled something on the sheet. Dash coasted over, wincing from the stinging and asked what was on the paper. Smiling, Pinkie showed her the note.

Play sports with Gummy

Drink some beers

Start a fight

Smoke a big stinky cigar

Swear at people I don’t know

Get dirty and not clean up

Sex with girls!