Gravity

Blending thoughts,
Dream now.
Make friends,
Turn to more.

Batter thick,
Lick now.
Make sours,
Turn to sweets.

Boring task,
Laugh now.
Make jokes,
Turn to joy.

Baking pan,
Fill now.
Make heat,
Turn to cake.

Bleeding heart,
Heal now.
Make love,
Turn to her.

Boiling point,
Melt now.
Make syrup,
Turn to glue.

***

Rainbow’s eyes were closed, but the same could not be said for her mouth. It hung open as heavy moans elicited forth between the occasional utterance of ‘More!’, ‘Harder!’, and ‘Don’t stop!’. It didn’t take a great grasp of vocabulary to communicate in the heat of the moment. Particularly when wrapped in the throes of such a passionate lover. Her hooves dug deep into the mattress beneath her, pushing the limits of tension that the silky threads of Rarity’s sheets could handle.

The unicorn between Dash’s hooves was happy to oblige the simple, yet carnal requests, alternating between strokes from her tongue and jabs with her horn. Between the surges of pleasure rocking through her body, Dash could only wonder if this was her own sexual energy, or just the magic of a unicorn coursing through her veins as it connected with her most sensitive areas, pulling wide the walls inside her.

The sensations stilled a bit, and the familiar feeling of Rarity’s tongue was all Dash could feel moving through her body. There was no more embarrassment for Rainbow to feel between the two of them, and she had no problem asking Rarity for what she really wanted. “Please Rare, keep using your horn. I was so close…”

“Mmmmm…” The high-pitched moan was the only response she received, but Dash’s request was denied.

Dash begged harder between the pleasing moans that escaped her between each lick and caress of each tender spot on her body. “Don’t tease me! I– Oh, sweet Celestia, yes! I– Please give me more…” Her hoof reached downward towards Rarity’s horn, aiming to push it down towards her aching opening. Rainbow felt for the firm feel of bone and surging energy, but only felt the soft short fur of her lover’s forehead.

“Rarity? What’s—YES~!” Dash felt herself interrupted by the approach of release, and pushed her hoof up and through the luxurious mane that flowed from the head between her lower hooves. Dash began violently shaking, her wings barely able to contain their urge to lift her away. She gripped tightly on the mane, pulling it in closer to the juicy flow emanating from her orgasm, too wrapped up in the moment to notice the unusual curls of her lover’s mane.

Dash collected her thoughts again as the rising of her chest slowed to an average pace. Each encounter ended in a better orgasm than the last, and she longed to make Rarity feel the kind of energy she just felt, even if she didn’t have the aid of a horn. Her train of thought halted as she recalled her last bits of sapient thought before orgasm: Where was Rarity’s horn?

Dash’s forehoof fell to her side as she attempted to push herself upright and open her eyes. It landed in something thick and sticky, and as she pulled the hoof to her face as the world came into focus around her. Was this… frosting? She looked about her to find her flanks no longer wrapped in the thick down of Rarity’s mattress within the Carousel boutique, but instead seated upon a prep table in the kitchen of Sugarcube Corner.

“Rarity? What kind of spell did you cast? How did we get here?” Dash’s voice seemed to shudder as she gazed down at the kinky coiffure that pulled itself out from between her legs.

“Mmmmm…” repeated the same moan from moments from before. “You never told me that you taste so good, Dashie!”

“Pinkie?”

Pinkie giggled as she gazed up from her comprising position with a sugary-sweet grin on her face. “Dashie?”

“Oh no…”

“Wake up!”

***

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Rainbow’s body shot upright as she awoke screaming in the middle of the night. She found herself no longer in either the confines of the boutique or bakery, but the vast expanse of the night sky. The beauty of the dark tapestry was lost on her, as she approached the tipping point of her anger and frustration.

“What the buck!?” She pounded fiercely on the cloud she lay upon as she cursed at the loneliness around her in a less-than-elegant fashion. “What the bucking buck? Why does this keep happening? What is wrong with me?”

The beating of her hoof against the accumulated condensation broke the seal on the cloud, and a small torrent fell below. She pounded harder and lightning strikes began to rocket through the air, with the sound of thunder muddling her curse words to anypony who might have awoken from her ranting. With one last heavy beat from her hoof, the cloud beneath her dissipated to mist, and she descended a few feet before her wings instinctively caught her in the air.

Rainbow hovered high above Ponyville, unable to calm herself down. For the last week, her dreams had become progressively worse, and it was all because of Rarity! No, that wouldn’t have been fair. It was her, and she just didn’t know why it was happening. Her psyche felt broken enough by the weeks and months where her dreams went no further than one single passionate kiss, but the thoughts still replaying through her subconscious had gone far further than that.

Every time, she woke up screaming horrifically at the thought of a different element of harmony pleasing her to no end. She knew this wasn’t normal. She wasn’t sure what normal was anymore. It was bad enough to imagine kissing her friends, but being rutted by her friends? This was territory she was too afraid to venture into.

And yet, she reminded herself, she already had. What happened between her and Rarity was indeed no fantasy, but she had yet to decide if it was a waking dream or a living nightmare. It was… fun. She couldn’t deny that. She even found it a little freeing, but the fact that her fantasies had only grown worse since that day, turned that freedom into a cage, and Rainbow was one pegasus that refused to be contained within a cage, particularly one of her own making.

She took off into the night sky, punching through clouds left and right in a vain process to vent her self-loathing. Droplets of mist turned to steam from the friction that she sped through the sky with. The reflective prisms of the moonlight through evaporating water looked not like a reflection of herself, but the many eyes she had imagined staring up at her in her dreams.

She didn’t feel the pliable, cotton softness of each cloud her hoof connected with, but instead each cloud felt to her as the manes she dreamed of stroking her hooves through. The long, thin cirrus wrapped around her hooves like the long pink strands of Fluttershy before Rainbow ripped the cloud to nothingness. Puffy cumuli coiled about her legs like Pinkie’s bouncy curls before they too were reduced to fog in the wake of her fury.

Rainbow hovered in stillness among the night sky. Breathing heavily, she gazed about at her destruction. There remained no evidence except empty sky and loneliness. She breathed heavily with exhaustion and rage.

And passion.

She shook her head violently and yelled into the darkness, “No! No! No! This isn’t right. I love my friends, but I don’t love them.” She thought of the afternoon she had spent at the spa with Rarity, and her feelings turned to guilt. She had avoided her since, taking off blindly whenever she came close to an encounter with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any further interest in Rarity. The unicorn was still the subject of her dreams, but Rainbow wasn’t sure how to tell her that she was thinking about their other friends as well. All the while, she knew the longer she waited to confront Rarity, the more damage she was doing to their friendship.

Rainbow looked about for something else to destroy with her frustration, but still, she was alone in an empty expanse of open air. She needed to vent. She needed to sleep. Without anymore clouds around for her to do so, she needed an alternative. What she truly needed was a sounding board; somepony that would hear her out in the middle of the night, but somepony that could keep such a secret as well.

She knew exactly who to go to.

***

*Tap*

It wasn’t hard to pick out which window on Sugarcube Corner belonged to Pinkie’s bedroom. It was the one that never went dim, even in the wee hours of the day. Rainbow was certain Pinkie slept, as all her friends had cracked a joke or two at her expense about how loudly she snored when they had snuck past her to sample the ‘Marshmallow Marzipan Whatsit’ or whatever Pinkie had called the monstrosity. Maybe that was that one of the ‘M’s in the name?

Still, with all the lights on, she knew Pinkie would be asleep. She only kept the lights on because, as she had once said, “When the lights go off, the party’s over!” That’s how it had always been with Pinkie. No party ever ended, it simply transitioned into the next one. She was a boundless reserve of sugar and energy, but that wasn’t what Rainbow needed right now. She needed a loyal friend, and she herself wasn’t feeling like the embodiment of loyalty at the moment.

*Tap tap tap*

Rainbow wondered why she was tossing pebbles at the window when she could easily fly up and knock on the window with her hoof. She continued to toss pebbles anyway, lest she peek in the window and find Pinkie in a compromising position similar to her own recent sleep patterns. She blushed at the thought and shook her head. No, she was here because she was tired of those thoughts and had to talk to somepony about it. She chucked another hooffull of pebbles at the window, too distracted by her unclean thoughts to notice that it was now open.

*Tap tap THUD*

“Ow! What’s the big idea? Who the hay threw that?” Pinkie asked as she peeked her head out the window. She held her hoof to a sore spot below her mane where not long ago, Rainbow had been searching for a horn.

Rainbow violently shook her head again and collected herself. It was bad enough what she was going through without the additional problem of looking uncool. “Hey Pinkie.”

Pinkie’s gaze wandered toward the ground, one place she hadn’t expected to find Rainbow Dash. “Hi Dashie! Did you happen to see whoever was throwing rocks at my window? I need to give them a piece of my mind. Or just a piece of pie. Whichever!” She let out an infectious giggle followed by a long yawn.

“Uh, no. I just got here,” Rainbow responded with shifty eyes.

Pinkie seemed to take no notice of the lie. “Oh, so you’re here for the party then? Hooray!”

“Party? Weren’t you asleep?”

“Um, duh! It’s a sleepover!”

“A sleepover? Who else is there?”

“Oh, nopony showed up. Gummy forgot to give out the invitations, which is probably because I forgot to make them. But you showed up anyway. Oooh, did you get my invitation?”

Rainbow stared back in confusion trying to piece together which order those sentences should have gone in, and which sentences should elicit a proper response. “Pinkie Pie, you are so random…”

Pinkie giggled delightfully. “I know. Isn’t it great?” She stuck her tongue out, and it hung long past where it should have ended. “You coming up?”

“Sure. Sounds great.” Rainbow floated up to the open window and inside the brightly lit boudoir. The floor was littered with confetti and streamers of multiple colors, most of them pink, which didn’t surprise Rainbow a bit. Out the corners of her eye, she caught a table with multiple packages wrapped with artistic care and integrity, the only thing Pinkie did without a sense of chaos. “Who are the presents for, Pinkie?”

“Oh, those?” Pinkie spoke through her toothy grin, party favors hanging from her mouth as she bounced back to Dash’s side. “I keep those in case it’s someone’s birthday and I forgot. Luckily, I’ve never forgotten anypony’s birthday.” The party favors fell to the floor with a clatter as Pinkie let out a sharp gasp, “It isn’t your birthday, is it, Dashie?”

“Um… No. It was last month. You threw a gigantic party, remember?”

“When am I not throwing a gigantic party?” Pinkie said as she gathered the party favors from the floor and strapping a conical party hat to Rainbow’s head. “Now it’s a party!” She bucked a nearby table, not only starting the turning of a record, but dropping the needle conveniently at the start. A loud screech rang through the room for a brief moment, and Rainbow’s hooves did little to block the sound from her ears. What followed wasn’t exactly what most would call party music, or at least, Dash wished it had a faster tempo, but it was the upbeat kind of stuff Pinkie always played. Happy melodies that made it impossible for those around to not have a good time.

Rainbow wasn’t quite having a good time yet. Her mind was still a bit distracted by the recent dreams she had about this very room, and she only felt more confused that she thought of them while still awake. The loud music made it hard to think, which had the added effect of calming her down slightly, although she wondered if such loud music was appropriate in the middle of the night. “Pinkie? Don’t you think the Cakes are trying to sleep?”

“Well sure they are, but what does that have to do with anything?” Pinkie asked quizzically through her never-ending smile.

Rainbow rolled her eyes as she tried in vain to make sense out of the senseless. “Um, this is their house. As in, they live here. As in, if they’re trying to sleep, this music isn’t help– STOP DANCING AND LISTEN TO ME!”

Pinkie paused mid-step, her forehoof high in the air as though holding a lasso. “Awww, but come on! Geldham Style!”

Rainbow slapped a hoof directly to her scrunched shut eyes and let out an exasperated groan. She began to wonder if her choice of confidant was wise, but then she realized her options were limited at this hour and she couldn’t wait to take care of these issues. Waiting meant time, and time is slow. “First, that’s not how you do it. Second, will you focus for a minute? Won’t the Cakes wake up if you keep playing your music so loud? Plus there’s no way two small foals are going to sleep through th—”

Rainbow interrupted her train of thought as she made a sudden realization. She slapped her hoof to her face a second time and rubbed her temples to calm herself down. “They’re not here, are they?”

“Yup!” Pinkie said with a smile that both eased and doubled Rainbow’s rage. “They took the twins to meet their grandparents in Trottingham. That means I get to run the shop and party all week long!”

“Pinkie, you party every single day.”

“I know, isn’t it great?”

Rainbow nearly bruised herself with another smack to the face and a long drag that stretched her face a bit. “Yeah, fine. Whatever.”

Parts of Pinkie’s mane started to fall flat against her sides as she noticed her friend wasn’t dancing or partaking in any party time activities. “Is something the matter, Dashie? There’s not something wrong with my party, is there?”

“No, Pinkie. Your parties are always the greatest.” Rainbow scratched at the back of her mane as she searched for the right words to say. “I’m just… distracted. I came hoping we could chat.”

Pinkie’s hair stopped deflating and perked back up instantaneously. “Oh I know exactly what you need!” she exclaimed.

“… Oh no. What?”

“Cake! Wait right here!” Pinkie bounced across the room, retrieving a large platter with a lid. Rainbow watched her curiously, amazed at how the tray stayed balanced on Pinkie’s back despite the constant bouncing. “I made a huge cake for the party. It’s really good. I can’t wait for you to try it!” Pinkie held out the tray in her one forehoof and pulled off the lid with the other, revealing an empty tray with a few measly crumbs remaining on it. “Oh right, silly me. I ate the whole thing.” Pinkie snorted a bit as she giggled at her absentmindedness. “Well, it was really good.”

“It’s fine, Pinkie, really. I just came to talk anyway.”

“B– b– b– but… cake!” Pinkie’s mane began to lose it’s curl again and then burst back up. “Ooooh! I know! We can make another one!” Pinkie dug a hoof into her mane for a second, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she searched around for something besides hair. Her hoof emerged with two toques, the first she placed on her own head, and the other directly on top of the party hat on Rainbow’s head. “Come on! Time is candy! Or I guess, in this case, cake! You can tell me all about whatever’s on your mind while we bake.” She pushed Rainbow towards the door before she could reject the idea.

A lump started to form in Rainbow’s throat as she was dragged downstairs. Her mind filled with memories of her recent dreams, many of which had involved late-night baking sessions with Pinkie. She reminded herself they’re just going downstairs to bake, and she still desperately needed to tell Pinkie what was on her mind. She mustered a nervous gulp and gave in to Pinkie’s demands. “Fine. Sounds like fun.” Good, clean fun.

***

“I don’t think half that stuff should have gone in there, Pinkie…”

“Well if you’re not going to lick it, then I will!”

“Shouldn’t you unplug it first?”

“Yupth, I phrobathly thould’ve” Pinkie replied, her tongue already tangled between the whisks of the egg beater. Rainbow stared in amazement of just how much tongue had been twisted through the device, wondering where in her mouth Pinkie had found the space to store that much. Pinkie flipped a switch on the device and the beaters spun the opposite direction, releasing her tongue from captivity.

Rainbow broke into heavy laughter at the sight of Pinkie’s tongue as it hung far enough from her maw to land on the floor. Pinkie gave a quick tug of her mane and her tongue shot back into her mouth. Rainbow continued to laugh while she wondered whether or not the sound of a cash register was just in her head, or yet another or Pinkie’s mysteries.

“Mmmmm. This is gonna’ be yummy, I can tell already,” said Pinkie as she poured the concoction into a baking pan.

“I’m a little worried I might just have to take your word on that one, Pinkie.” Rainbow didn’t know much about cooking, but she didn’t want to imagine what would happen to the candy canes and butterscotch candies once the cake started baking. She had watched Pinkie constantly demand more sweet things and candies to go into the cake, and they had to keep adding more and more batter to compensate. Rainbow wondered how two ponies could consume so much cake. Then she remembered that one of those ponies was Pinkie Pie, whose appetite for sweets was never sated.

“Oh come on,” Pinkie said, “Have a little faith in me, Dashie.” She giggled a bit as she pointed a hoof at her pegasus friend.

“What’s so funny?”

“Here. You’ve got batter on your face.” Pinkie motioned at her cheek and Rainbow mimicked the action. “No, not there. Here.” Pinkie bounced over and gave a long lick along Rainbow’s opposite cheek, chuckling at Rainbow’s embarrassed reaction. “Mmmm, you never told me you taste so good, Dashie!”

“What did you just say?”

“I said that the batter is yummy. Take the gum out of your ears, silly filly. Mmmm. Gum!”

Rainbow shook her head, and told herself that this has got to stop. Her mind was out of control. She knew she should be used to these kinds of random things from Pinkie, and it meant nothing. She should still be upset and worried, and she was, but she was having fun, and somehow that overshadowed her concerns for the moment.

“C’mon. This is your least favorite part anyway,” Pinkie said.

“What is?”

“Waiting,” Pinkie replied with another of her infectious giggles.

That same infection spread to Rainbow, and she was laughing again as well. “Yeah, you’ve got me figured out. So what do we do then?”

“Well, we gotta’ make some frosting and such to top the cake, and while I do that, why don’t you tell me what’s been bothering you so much?”

“Um, yeah. About that…” Rainbow’s gaze trailed off with her words.

“Oh, I get it. One of these talks.” Pinkie turned to face Rainbow, and performed her ever-changing ritual of the ‘Pinkie Secret’.

Rainbow watched as hooves flew through the air in seemingly random motions. When she was certain Pinkie’s ritual was over, she inquired, “I know I’ll regret asking this, but what did you do this time?”

Pinkie let out a heavy sigh. “Why does no one ever get it?” She began repeating the motions at a slower tempo as she narrated the path of Rainbow’s secret. “First I locked my mouth shut. Then I built a vault to hold the key. Then I locked the key in the vault. Then I realized that I locked the key to the vault itself inside instead of the key to the lock on my mouth, so I had to fight back past the guard dogs to get back in. Then I—”

Rainbow promptly shoved a hoof in Pinkie’s mouth before she could figure out how long this story was going to drag on for. “I get it Pinkie. I trust you. Let’s go make som– Are you licking my hoof?”

“Mmmhmm!” Pinkie hummed as Rainbow retracted her hoof. “There was still some batter on it!”

Rainbow face flushed as she stared at her hoof and tried to silence the voice in her head begging her to let Pinkie keep licking it. She rubbed the saliva-soaked hoof against her chest and shrugged, “Okay, fine. So you promise?”

“Better! I Pinkie Promise!”

“Good enough. Lead the way.”

***

“Dreams?”

“Sometimes. Lately I can’t tell if I should just call them nightmares.”

“Well, how do you feel when you wake up?”

Rainbow pondered how to answer this question. The word ‘aroused’ came to mind, but she wasn’t ready to admit that yet. “Depends. It’s always the same dream, sort of. Mostly I wake up… confused. Tonight, I woke up angry… or I guess disturbed.” The word rolled off her tongue with a feeling similar to its definition. Rainbow pushed through and corrected herself, “Really, I’m just upset. I want it to stop.”

Pinkie sampled a bit of syrup melting in the pot, and her tongued wavered in an out of her mouth with a faint clicking noise as her palette, numb from years of an all-sugar diet, registered the contents. “Needs more sugar.” She pulled a heavy sack from beneath the table as she turned her attention back to Rainbow. “What about scared?” she asked.

“Not really, no.”

“Then it’s not a nightmare, silly filly. But these dreams have to be pretty vivid if you’re so upset about it.”

“Vivid doesn’t begin to describe it,” Rainbow mumbled to herself.

“Hmmm?” Pinkie said as she turned her head, ignoring that she was still pouring sugar into the overflowing pot.

“Isn’t that enough sugar, Pinkie?”

“Enough sugar? Blasphemy!” Pinkie pulled another pot from under the table and guided some of the excess into it as she turned on a second burner. “It just means another coating of glaze for the cake.”

Rainbow wondered if by the end of this, she would need sunglasses or perhaps a camera obscura to stare directly at the cake without bodily harm. “You’re crazy.”

“Says the mare who can’t tell dreams from reality.”

Rainbow’s wings flared up a bit and she took a defensive stance. “Did you just insult me?”

Pinkie pulled the wooden spoon from the pot and splattered some of the syrup on Rainbow’s nose. “Relax, Dashie. I’m only teasing. Besides, you can’t be dreaming about anything too crazy if you’re having trouble with whether or not it’s real.” Rainbow relaxed her stance and tried to lick the syrup off her nose to no avail, wondering why Pinkie’s tongue was so much longer than her own. “What are your dreams about, anyway?”

Rainbow paused, dumbfounded with her tongue flat against her nose. She noticed how uncool she looked as Pinkie stared at her awaiting a response. “I, uh– can’t remember.”

Pinkie giggled, leaving Rainbow wondering if she found something funny, or was just being devious. “You’re a terrible liar, Dashie. At least Applejack doesn’t have twitching wings when she lies.”

Rainbow gazed back at her wings, both of which had indeed been twitching without her noticing. She reached back with her hooves and tried to still them to hide her embarrassment.

Pinkie turned her attention back to the stovetop as she continued her interrogation. “So who’s the lucky stallion?”

*CRASH*

One of the boiling pots fell to the floor as Rainbow’s wings could no longer be contained by her hooves and swung open. “How did you—”

“Lucky guess.” Pinkie was unable to contain herself to just snickering as she pointed at Rainbow’s wings and laughed. “But it looks like I was right.” She bounced around Rainbow in circles. “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!”

Rainbow tried to force her wings prone as she struggled to answer. “That’s why I’m so upset. Every night it’s different. Some nights more than one.” Her wings shot back out further as she realized what she just said. “In my dreams! I meant in my dreams!”

“Tee hee!” Pinkie joyfully giggled as tried to comfort Rainbow. “It’s okay. I knew what you meant, Dashie. You don’t need to be embarrassed. Have you confronted anyone about it?”

Rainbow blushed with a deep crimson as she tried to find a way to deny her magical afternoon with a magic seamstress. “Kinda. It went… well. Too well.”

“That’s great!”

“No it’s not!” Rainbow’s face shot forward to face Pinkie, tears welling in her eyes as she screamed. “It’s not great! It only made the dreams worse!” The seal broke around her gaze as the tears began to fall to the floor. “And now I’m afraid I’m going to lose all my friends if I keep acting on impulses and I—”

Rainbow stopped searching for words as she felt Pinkie wrap her hooves around her, hugging her tightly. “It’s okay,” Pinkie said. “Your friends love you, and no matter what you say or do, we’re stuck to you like glue.”

The tears flowed freely now from Rainbow, as she felt Pinkie squeeze the tears out of her. She sniffled into Pinkie’s mane, and between the salty scent of her cries, she could make out the sweet aromas of vanilla and cinnamon in Pinkie’s curls. She’d always figured it would smell like pastries, and through her tears a smile forced its way out of her. “You promise?”

Pinkie eased back on her hug and looked into Rainbow straight in the face as she answered, “Better. I Pinkie Promise.”

Rainbow emotions interpreted that as permission, and she became the one to embrace the other as she pulled Pinkie close. Her wings swung around and kept the earth pony firmly grounded despite the instinct of Pinkie’s hooves shooting upwards in an attempt to bounce from shock. A gasp barely left Pinkie’s lips before they were silenced by Rainbow’s force against them. Rainbow desperately fought back the urge to open their embrace and find out if Pinkie tasted as good as she smelt, and simply waited as Pinkie melted into a syrupy mess as the seconds passed, barely held up by the strength of Rainbow’s wings.

When Rainbow pulled back to gauge Pinkie’s reaction, she truly wasn’t sure what to expect this time. She had been so sure that Rarity would have reacted in anger, but all that was on her mind now was Pinkie, and the hope that she would react pleased, or at least surprised. Anything but angry.

The natural color of Pinkie’s namesake hid any signs of her blushing in shock as she instinctively pulled away to assess the situation. “Dashie? What’s gotten into you?”

Rainbow stared at the floor as she stuttered, “I’m sorry! I just couldn’t say it. I know it was uncool, I just… I jus—”

Pinkie pulled the pegasus’ gaze back to her own. “Dashie, calm down. I’m not mad.” Her smiled melted its way into Rainbow’s heart. “You’re still the coolest pony I know.”

Rainbow definitely took this as permission again, and kissed Pinkie again. She held nothing back as she squeezed the earth pony tight, grinning internally as the pink pony responded with a squeak. Rainbow eased her tongue entwine with Pinkie’s, finding no resistance as her senses overflowed with the flavors of every candy and pastry that had ever graced Pinkie’s lips. Kissing her was like a cake walk down memory lane, with every block paved with sickeningly sweet confections.

Pinkie’s need for air outweighed the desire of Rainbow’s wont for her curiosity, and she pulled away with a gasp. Rainbow refused to let go, but still let Pinkie part enough to breathe and have the opportunity to refuse what was happening. Pinkie’s hoof stepped backwards into the puddle of syrup that had spilled from the pot on the floor, and went tumbling down, pulling the attached pegasus with her.

Pinkie let out a teasing laugh at Rainbow. Rainbow stared blankly at the laughing pony before she felt herself being shoved over and found Pinkie atop her instead. “You never could land gracefully,” Pinkie chided her.

Rainbow rolled Pinkie back beneath her before she quipped back, “And you can’t do anything without causing a mess.”

“Then we better clean this up.”

“Later.” Rainbow forced another kiss onto Pinkie and the messy mare beneath her responded in kind. She felt Pinkie’s hoof caressing its way through the various colors in her mane, and the tingling sensation moved its way down through her wings. The pegasus’ wings opened with some resistance, sticky with the heat of sweat and the syrup from her roll on the floor. She broke their bond and whispered into Pinkie’s ear, “You better preen my wings when we’re done.”

“When we’re done with what?” Pinkie responded in a teasing tone as she worked her hoof between stuck feathers, smiling as Rainbow cooed in pleasure.

“Don’t be a tease.”

“Says the mare who forced me down into a sticky puddle of sugar.”

“That’s enough out of you,” Rainbow responded as she pushed Pinkie’s head back with a hoof and made an attack at her unguarded neck with her tongue. She felt the shuddering vibrations of the moans that worked up through Pinkie’s throat as Rainbow tried to differentiate between which sweet tastes were syrup and which were the naturally saccharine musk of the pony she held in her hooves. She pondered the endless quirks of Pinkie’s physical form as her forehoof tenderly graced up Pinkie’s thigh towards what Rainbow could only consider a veritable pot of honey.

As the crafty pegasus felt for the first time the extremities of a mare besides herself, her eyes widened at how familiar it felt to her. It was so different to her to feel the aroused silk lining in her hooves without being distracted by the sensations she was sending through her body with the touch. To just feel how raw and beautiful it was instead of becoming overwhelmed with her own sexual pleasure, it was as much freedom to her as it was confinement, as she wanted to never let go of what she held at that moment.

With some resistance, Rainbow’s wings began to spread of their own accord. They dragged long lines across Pinkie’s body, sticking from the drying syrup with each touch. The viscous sugar and sweat pulled them even closer together, reaching a blissful captivity neither wished to break.

Rainbow held her hoof still against the prize, and Pinkie moaned longingly. Pinkie stared up at her with questioning eyes. “Why are you stopping?” Pinkie pleaded.

The pegasus smiled deviously back at her. “Is that the syrup, or are you just happy to see me?”

Pinkie laughed between moans, her body pushing back against Rainbow’s motionless hoof. “Why don’t you sample it and find out?”

“Heh. As you wish.” Rainbow pushed in for a short kiss before she moved her head down the course of Pinkie’s body, taking in every curve and movement as it tried to guide her down to the ache below that called to her. Rainbow’s naïveté and anxiety over her inexperience in such matters fell behind her as she was overcome with the desire to claim her first taste of whatever sweet surprises awaited her between the pink mare’s welcoming thighs.

Knowing her partner’s penchant for games, Rainbow took great pleasure in the chance to keep Pinkie guessing as to what she would do. She wrapped her lips around the opening to Pinkie’s greatest mystery, and Pinkie responded with a gasp and a shudder that slowly moved down her the entirety of her body. Rainbow let heavy breaths out, pushing hard against Pinkie with streams of hot air that raised the heat around Pinkie’s arousal to a boiling point.

Rainbow’s wings graced back across Pinkie’s face, still clingy with melted sugar, but gentle enough to feel the soft shudders in the mare’s rosy cheeks. As it passed across her lover’s lips, Rainbow felt the fleecy slither of a tongue wrap around her wingtip. It licked past the sugar and straight to the sensitive nerves therein, and Rainbow’s wings struggled to shudder against the resistance of the adhesive sugar. The heat from her lover’s mouth worked through her down to her core, and she felt her body become overwrapped in the same sort of passion that she was still staring at with heavy breaths.

Rainbow pushed her tongue towards the dripping sweetness that called to her from within, reveling in the raw sweetness of her lover as the juices she drained from within called attention to the faint saltiness that hid beneath the sweet exterior. She moved her tongue ever upwards, as Pinkie’s moans grew louder and giggles began to peek through. “That– oooh! It tickles, Dashie!”

Rainbow’s eyes peaked over the mound and she considered pausing for a moment, before reminding herself that for Pinkie, tickling was probably a good thing. She worked at it even harder as she pushed her hooves up Pinkie’s abdomen, caressing sensitive areas as gently as she could until she made it to the base of her lover’s forehoof. She graced it with a light stroke as her tongue pressed against the throbbing center of Pinkie’s core.

The wings of the pegasus continued to tickle and tease the less intimate regions of Pinkie’s form, as her hooves found a calling to Rainbow’s own estrus. She moaned heavily into Pinkie’s form as she touched herself, the vibrations working up past her throat and into her tongue as it pushed firmly to lick through the jewel Pinkie hid between her thighs. Her hooves worked quickly against her own flesh, the sticky friction of the syrup barely finding any resistance against her eager carnal instincts.

Rainbow gathered from the high pitched scream that Pinkie made that she had found what she was looking for, and she repeated the motion again. Pinkie’s body shook with resistance, but never truly pushed Rainbow away. A few fierce licks later, Rainbow felt the body she held in her hooves grow stiff and still for a brief moment before Pinkie’s thighs squeezed tight around her head, shielding her ears from the loud screams that echoed through the kitchen as Pinkie collapsed into bliss.

The sudden squeeze around her head pushed Rainbow’s hooves into overdrive, and she felt Pinkie’s shakes moving through into her past the center of her orgasm and back up. Her face flushed and her head turned blank, reveling in the rush of sugar-laced endorphins that flowed out of Pinkie and through taste buds she didn’t know existed. It felt fattening and yet too tempting to resist another sample and another. It was like nothing she ever tasted or felt, and for a brief moment, as her senses returned, Rainbow’s only thoughts were that it wouldn’t be difficult for her to get used to this.

Motionless, Rainbow remained attached to the source of Pinkie’s sweetness as the shudders grew intermittent and distant. Pinkie’s breathing calmed down to what could only be a normal rate for the hyper pony she was, and she pulled Rainbow up. “Was that anything like your dreams?”

“Better,” Rainbow responded with a smile as she licked the remainder of Pinkie’s sweetness from her lips. She poked gently against Pinkie’s nose as she joked, “After that much pie, I don’t know how I’ll have room for cake.”

Pinkie’s ears perked up and her eyes opened wide. “Oh SPRINKLES!! The cake!” Rainbow suddenly found herself being dragged wildly across the room against her will. “Let go, Dashie!”

“Believe me, I would if I could.” She tugged hard, but her face stuck to Pinkie’s thigh. “Um, I think the syrup…” Pinkie started laughing aloud, breaking the pegasus’ train of thought. “What’s so funny?”

“I told you your friends will stick to you like glue!” Pinkie fell over with laughter, landing squarely on Rainbow’s chest. Rainbow struggled to breathe as she too found herself overcome with laughter.

As the chuckles calmed down, Pinkie leaned down as far as she could and planted a peck on Rainbow’s forehead. “What was that for, Pinkie?”

Pinkie gave an unusually small smile. “Because you’re sweet.”

Rainbow’s blushing cheeks were hidden in her compromising position, but she gathered herself enough to ask, “What about the cake?”

Pinkie pulled herself back up gently this time. “Ruined, for sure.”

“You mean before or after it went in the oven?” Rainbow teased.

Pinkie gazed down at Rainbow menacingly. “Wrong move, Dashie. You forgot who’s in control right now.” Pinkie began bouncing across the room in her usual fashion as Rainbow strained to keep her head from colliding with the floor.

“Not cool!”

“Says the coolest mare in Equestria.”

***

A burnt mass sat smoldering in the sink, and Pinkie glared at it hard enough to light it back on fire. “Um, Pinkie? Are you ok?”

Pinkie sighed. “Yeah, we can always make another cake sometime I guess, but now my sweet tooth is aching.” She smiled deviously and peeked her head downward at the pegasus that stared upside down back at her. “Luckily I’ve got a sweet treat stuck to me!”

“Uh, Pinkie? As good as that sounds right now, it seems rather… difficult for us to pull that off in this position.”

“Oh, darn. You’re right. I better get you unstuck first.” Pinkie fell back on Rainbow’s chest again and the pegasus huffed from the weight pressed against her. The party mare held a hoof to her chin in deep thought, something Rainbow thought she was incapable of.

After a brief moment, Rainbow heard the ding of a bell and wondered if that was reality, or some sort of rhetorical Pinkie nonsense. “Uh, Pinkie was that—?”

Pinkie’s ears perked up and she poked her head back between her legs at Rainbow. “What day is it, Dashie?”

“Uhhh… Thursday, I think. Why?”

Pinkie motioned towards the window, where the exchange of sun and moon was peeking through. Rainbow could barely make it out over the makeshift horizon of Pinkie’s thighs. “Tee hee! Then I think I know who just arrived. Like clockwork! He’ll help us out of this jam.” Rainbow had a first row seat to the sound of Pinkie’s stomach grumbling. “Mmmm. Jam sounds good right now.”

Rainbow stuttered with each question that rolled past her lips. “Wait! What? Who? Help?”

Pinkie ignored Rainbow’s cries of protest and called to the front of shop with a song in her voice, “Oh, Big Maaaaaaaaaac~~~! When you finish unloading the apple shipment, can you help me back here?” Pinkie smirked and looked Rainbow square in the eyes as she continued, “I seem to have found myself in a… sticky situation…” Pinkie snorted as she held back trying to laugh at her own pun.

A deep voice resounded through the walls from the front of the shop. “Eeeeyup.”

“Pinkie!” Rainbow pleaded. “He can’t see us like this!”

“Why not?” Pinkie countered. “Worried that Big Mac, ‘Master of Conversation’, might blab?”

“Well… not really, no. But still, isn’t there another way?”

“Hush! He’s coming!”

The swinging door to the kitchen opened as the tall and proud stallion stood eager to help anypony in need. Pinkie stayed behind the prep table opposite the kitchen, keeping the pegasus glued beneath her out of his line of sight as she motioned him to her side. “I’ve got something stuck to my flank. Can you help me get it off?”

“Eeeeyup,” Mac replied as he trotted across the room.

Rainbow voice muffled angrily into Pinkie’s undercarriage, “Are you out of your bucking mind?” Help was one thing, she thought, but this was simply leading the poor stallion along. Rainbow was always good for a joke, or better yet, a prank, but not when she was the butt of the gag.

Pinkie giggled as she took one last peek at her underside. “Butt.” She snorted with a hoof held to her mouth to contain herself. “Because you’re stuck to mine.”

Rainbow wondered for a moment why Pinkie had made that joke. She was pretty sure she hadn’t been thinking aloud just now.

As Big Mac rounded the corner of the table, Rainbow could make out the sight of his large hooves freezing mid-step. “Do you see the problem?” Pinkie asked.

Rainbow could see the large droplets of sweat that started to nervously flow down the stallion’s body. “Eeee– eeeyup.”

“Oh goodie,” Pinkie giggled mischievously. “Any idea how it got there?”

“… Eeeeyup.”

Pinkie turned about, putting Rainbow in full view. “Can you get off– I mean…” Pinkie could barely contain her devious chuckles any longer. “Get it off.”

Rainbow could see the fear and concern in Big Mac’s face now, and she stared back with a similar gaze. “Uhhhh…” she mumbled as her face ran a color deep enough to blend into his coat. “Hi, Big Mac.”

“Eeeee…” Big Mac groaned. His thick tail swept forward to hide his shame from view, but did little to muffle the sound of his fifth hoof as it hit the floor with a faint thud. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. His pupils shrank down as his impeccable conversation skills mustered up the ability to blur the lines of how much could be fit in a single syllable, quickly muttering, “Gotta’go!” before dashing off.

The door to the kitchen swung back and forth with the force of Big Mac’s sudden exit, and Pinkie stared at it, disappointed. “Awww, and I was just starting to have fun.”

“Fun? Fun?!” Rainbow yelled at her angrily as she pushed against Pinkie’s flank in a fruitless effort to set herself free. “I’ll show you fun!”

Pinkie looked beneath her at Rainbow and rolled her eyes. “Why are struggling so much? You know you could have gotten free at any time, right?” Rainbow stared back at her, dumbfounded, and Pinkie poked her in the nose with a hoof. “It’s not like it’s actual glue, silly filly. It’s syrup. Lick it off. Duh!”

Rainbow wanted to smack herself in the face with her hoof so hard at that moment.

If only her face wasn’t still stuck to Pinkie’s thighs…

***

Rainbow spent much of the rest of the day in the shower while Pinkie ran the bakery. The gunk that was stuck in her wings refused to get out, and while she wasn’t one to care about being dirty, she wasn’t going to be able to pull off any wicked stunts with her wings stuck together.

When she finally emerged, she made her way to Pinkie’s room and gazed out the window. She was overcome with exhaustion from the events of the night her lack of sleep was getting to her. She stared at the bright blue sky and cursed herself for clearing up all the clouds during her fit of rage.

She wondered where she would sleep now when her eyes caught sight of Pinkie’s bed. She figured Pinkie had no need for it while she was busy running the shop, and wouldn’t mind if she took a short nap on it. She laid down on the mattress, surprised at how light if felt, even compared to the clouds she was used to sleeping on. As her eyes drifted shut, she figured that someone as silly as Pinkie probably has a mattress stuffed with balloons. Rainbow heard a large popping sound beneath her frame, and snickered at her accuracy before the succumbed to the lull of sleep as the doors to the bakery closed for the day.

“Dashie? You still here?” Pinkie bounced her way up the stairs, curious why she hadn’t seen her friend since she had gone to the shower a few hours before. “I closed up the shop early.” She yawned as her pace slowed, still bouncy, but hanging in the air between hops. “I forgot that slumber parties should involve slumber at some point.”

Pinkie gently pushed the door to her bedroom open, and was pleasantly surprised to find the pegasus waiting in her bed. Pinkie let out a heavy, groaning yawn, and skipped her way across the room, pulling shut curtains on the windows before squirming her way into the bed.

Rainbow’s body attempted to sprawl out subconsciously, and Pinkie let the pegasus’ selfish instincts slide for the moment, figuring she had earned a bit of peace. She pulled a blanket over the two of them and wrapped her hooves around Rainbow’s frame as she gave her a gentle peck on the ear.

“Goodnight, Dashie,” she whispered with a giggle. “Sweet dreams.”