Pinkie and Dash's Honeymoon
Weddings are always a joyous occasion in Equestria, but today is extra special. Today is the wedding day of two of the most famous ponies in the land, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. Everyone in Ponyville, along with some friends from the other kingdoms, is gathered outside of Sugarcube Corner, all dressed in clothes from Rarity’s wedding collection.
“Ooh, this is so exciting! Isn’t this exciting?!” exclaims Rainbow Dash’s maid of honor, Scootaloo. She’s a young mare now, and she’s clad in a tuxedo.
“Yes. I’m ecstatic,” replies her fellow maid of honor, Maud, in a deadpan voice. She’s wearing the same dress she had on when she got married to Mudbriar. “I really thought Pinkie was going to choose Gummy to be her maid of honor. I’m glad she picked me instead.”
Octavia starts to play the wedding march, signaling all the guests to quiet down. Everyone turns and looks behind them. The two soon-to-be-weds walk down the aisle next to each other, with Spike scattering flower petals at their feet. A few of the guests are taken aback by their attire. Both of their dresses are open around the belly area, and a scandalous amount of underboob is visible through Pinkie’s dress. Not only that, but the fabric is so thin it’s practically see-through. Even though Rainbow Dash’s electric blue nipples and rainbow bush are on display for all to see, all eyes are on her fiancé. Pinkie Pie’s dress is jutting out thanks to a bright pink strapon adorned with glittery gel on the inside.
“What?! Who designed these dresses?!” Twilight Sparkle hisses under her breath.
“I did, now shut up!” Rarity says, elbowing her. Twilight whimpers, silently repeating to herself that this is her best friends’ wedding and she shouldn’t panic.
As Rainbow Dash passes by, Applejack spanks her ass. “Lookin’ good. Go get ‘em, Dash!” she says, watching her ass jiggle beneath her dress.
“Hey, hands off the goods! That ass is all mine,” Pinkie says dreamily, squeezing her fiancé's other cheek. Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes and smiles.
“Remind me to ask her where she got that strapon,” Celestia whispers in her sister’s ear.
Even in high heels, Pinkie skips down the aisle making her signature bouncy sound and sending her strapon jostling every which way. While her dress is all white, Rainbow Dash insisted on a rainbow trim all along hers.
The two of them arrive at the front of the aisle and stand in front of the marriage officiant, Mayor Mare. The two women look at each other and hold hands, smiling. “Do you, Rainbow Dash, take Pinkie Pie to be your lawfully wedded wife?” asks the mayor.
“I do.”
“And do you, Pinkamena Diane Pie, take Rainbow Dash to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“Absotively!”
“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you mare and wife! You may kiss the bride.”
Rainbow Dash gracefully leans in, but Pinkie grabs her by the sides of her face and pulls her into the kiss. All of the guests cheer and applaud. Scootaloo breaks out into tears of joy, and Maud cracks a tiny smile.
“I always cry at weddin’s…” Apple Bloom sniffles, wiping her face on her sleeve.
“Me too!” Discord shouts, grabbing some of the fabric of reality and blowing his nose with it.
Pinkie pulls away from her wife’s mouth, but doesn’t let go of her cheeks. “Ahhh! We’re married! We’re really married! Rainbow Dash, I love you so much!”
Rainbow Dash giggles. “I love you too, Pinkie. Now, the ceremony’s over, right?”
Mayor Mare nods. “Yes, so now I invite everyone inside the bakery for-”
“For the reception!” Pinkie Pie announces with a blast of her party cannon.
She opens the door to Sugarcube Corner and bolts inside. “Oh no you don’t, I’m getting in there first!” Rainbow Dash says, taking flight and blowing past the mayor. The rest of the guests follow close behind.
Inside are some surprisingly lavish decorations as well as the usual balloons and confetti that are a standard of any Pinkie party. At the center of the room is a layer cake adorned with tiny statues of the newlyweds on top and icing that says “Just Married!”. The guests look around in awe as they funnel in.
“My, Pinkie Pie really outdid herself this time!” Fluttershy muses, looking at the marble chocolate fountain.
“O’course she did, this is the most important day of her life!” Applejack says. “Now where did the guests of honor run off to?”
“Right behind ya!”
Rainbow Dash swoops in and spanks Applejack’s tight ass. “Damn, all that time on the farm really gave you buns of steel!” she says, massaging her hand slightly.
“I thought flyin’ with the Wonderbolts woulda put you in the same boat.” Applejack sinks her fingers into the pliable flesh of Rainbow Dash’s ass. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your ass is downright flabby!”
The pegasus sheepishly rubs the back of her head. “What can I say? Dating Pinkie Pie means being Sugarcube Corner’s resident taste-tester.”
“Oh, there you guys are!” Pinkie Pie bounds towards her friends. There’s a bit of white flour on her nose. “After I beat Dashie in that race, I somehow found myself back in the kitchen!”
“You beat me? You’ve got a long way to go before that happens.”
“I’m quick where it counts!”
“That reminds me. Why in Equestria are you wearing a sex toy during your wedding ceremony?” Twilight Sparkle shouts, her tension coming to a boil.
“What, do you not like it?” Pinkie lifts her dress, showing off her strapon. Rainbow Dash bites her lip and raises her eyebrows, her gaze fixed on her wife’s thick ass and adorably pink legs. “All my sisters have one! You should see Maud’s, hah! It’s a riot!”
“Well, I think it’s beautiful, darling.” Rarity says. Twilight bangs her head against the wall.
“Um, your dresses...They’re a little...distracting…” Fluttershy murmurs, averting her eyes and blushing.
“Really? I think this would be a lot cooler if everyone had on a dress like this. Especially you, Fluttershy,” Rainbow Dash teases, grabbing one of her huge tits. Fluttershy lets out a whimper of surprise.
“I know I wouldn’t mind seeing Rarity in one of those dresses…” Spike says with a dopey smile on his face.
“Oh Spikey, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask!” Rarity picks up the teenage dragon and presses his face against her tits. He buries himself into her cleavage, groping her breast with a clawed hand.
“Dashiiie, if you wanna grope someone’s boobs, I’m right here!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, puffing her chest out and showing off her voluptuous rack.
“She got the good genes,” Maud says matter-of-factly before looking down at her own flat chest.
“Aw, cheer up, Maud! You know I love you just the way you are!” Pinkie pecks her on the cheek.
The tiniest trace of a smile stretches across Maud’s face.
Rainbow Dash pulls her wife to the side and whispers in her ear. “All this talk about tits is getting me all fired up. What do you say me and you go upstairs and start our honeymoon a little early?”
Pinkie Pie beams and nods profusely. She picks up Rainbow Dash in a princess carry and bounds up the stairs, one hand firmly squeezing her ass.
“Where are they going?! They’re the guests of honor, they can’t leave early!” Twilight Sparkle shouts.
“They’re newlyweds, give ‘em a break,” Applejack says.
Celestia approaches in a hurry. “Where’s Pinkie Pie? I need to ask her where she got her strapon!” Twilight facepalms and groans.
Up in Pinkie Pie’s room, the two women are kissing furiously and slowly making their way over to the bed. They spin around, and Pinkie pushes her wife down onto the bed, licking her lips. “Turn over and get that skirt up!”
Rainbow Dash complies, flipping onto her belly and hiking up the hem of her dress. Pinkie Pie kneels behind her and presses a cheek against her ass. She jiggles it around, feeling her asscheeks shake against her face. She sighs contentedly.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your butt?”
“Only like a million times. But you can still mention it more.”
Pinkie Pie giggles and spreads her asscheeks. “Gotta get you nice and ready for my dick!” the bubbly girl explains. She presses the flat of her tongue against Rainbow Dash’s asshole, taking a few testing licks starting from her taint and ending at the base of her tail. Dash moans, her rainbow tail swishing against her wife’s pink curls. The movements of her tongue are slow at first, painting her rim in a primer coating of spit, before turning up the speed and power a bit. She presses the very tip of her tongue against her backdoor and presses firmly against it, wiggling a bit from side to side.
“Mmm, yes...Lick my asshole some more…” Rainbow Dash groans. She folds her arms and rests her head on top of them, eyes half-lidded as she basks in her wife’s ass-worship.
Finally, her ass stretches wide enough for Pinkie Pie to slip her tongue inside. Rainbow Dash moans. Her tongue starts to explore the inside of her ass. There’s no rhyme or reason to her tongue’s movements, reflecting its owner’s personality. She just swishes it around, marking her anal walls with spit as she forces her tight asshole to open up. Her fingers dig into her ass. Underneath all the recently-acquired fluff, she can still feel Rainbow Dash’s tight glutes. Muscles like that don’t go away from just a few sweets. Pinkie Pie can feel them squeezing down on her tongue. Most would see it as an annoyance, impeding her tongue’s progress as it tries to push deeper inside, but Pinkie can’t get enough of the tightness of her wife’s ass. Her mind wanders, thinking about what it would feel like if she had a real cock to put inside so she could feel her tightness. However, she wasn’t blessed with one, so she has to make do with an imitation.
Rainbow Dash is a total anal freak, and nobody knows that better than Pinkie. It doesn’t take long for her to cum from the attention. Pinkie relentlessly tongue-fucks the first few inches of her asshole, her spit sliding off her tongue and lubing up more of Rainbow Dash’s ass as it goes deeper inside. Rainbow Dash thrusts her ass back, trying to milk her tongue for all it’s worth.
“Harder! Fuck! Pinkie Piiee!”
Pinkie feels her wife’s ass jiggle in between her fingers as her entire body shakes with orgasm. She slithers her tongue out of her asshole and starts greedily lapping at her pussy, drinking down all of her fluids as they gush out of her. While the Wonderbolt is still coming down from the high of her climax, Pinkie Pie tears off her wedding dress and lays down on top of her. She grabs her strapon and guides it to the entrance of her asshole, gently grinding her body against hers so she can feel every one of her curves. Pinkie can feel the athlete’s powerful back muscles underneath the thin fabric of her dress as her tits squish up against them. Rainbow Dash looks back at her wife’s beaming smile and adorable sparkling eyes.
“You ready?” Pinkie Pie asks, pressing the tip of her strapon against Rainbow Dash’s rim.
“Only if you think you can handle me.”
“Pssh, I’ve ‘handled’ you more times than I can count. I’m basically an expert at it.”
With a thrust of her plush hips, Pinkie Pie spears Rainbow Dash’s asshole. The first half of the strap sinks in without issue, but then it hits a point where Pinkie’s spit didn’t quite reach and her walls are tighter than ever. But she’s not giving up now! She slowly pulls out to the tip before pushing back in again. Rainbow Dash moans, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets. Bit by bit, the tight muscles are forced to relax, opening up her sphincter for more of Pinkie’s “cock” to violate.
“Geez, this thing isn’t even real and I can still feel how your butt is choking it!”
Rainbow Dash doesn’t respond. She’s too busy reveling in the aching pleasure of the dildo inside of her.
“Oh, don’t act like this is your first time! We’ve done this like five times this week, and it’s only Wednesday!”
After a few minutes of slowly sawing in and out of her, Rainbow Dash’s asshole only opens up enough for another inch’s worth of glittery imitation dick. Pinkie Pie isn’t known for her patience, so rather than try and stretch her any more, the party planner decides to stick with what she’s got. She slowly pulls her hips back one final time before starting to pound away at her ass with all her might. Rainbow Dash’s eyes roll back and she opens her mouth to moan, but her wife forcing her fingers into her mouth shuts her up real quick.
“Not too loud, Dashie! We still have guests downstairs!”
The room is filled with the loud clapping of Pinkie Pie’s generous hips colliding with Rainbow Dash’s thick ass. The Wonderbolt is reduced to a squirming mess, her moans muffled by the pink fingers pressing down on her tongue. Each impact sends ripples coursing throughout both of their flanks, producing an odd wavy effect on their cutie marks that neither of them are unfortunately paying attention to. With her free hand, she grabs Rainbow Dash’s mane and forces her to look at the wall in front of her. She starts to piston her fingers in and out of her mouth, shlicking them in saliva like she would with a pussy.
Just as Rainbow Dash is getting used to the rhythm of Pinkie’s thrusts, she hears the strangest noise coming from her wife. It’s so unexpected that it manages to pierce through the fog of pleasure surrounding her. She looks back at the woman pounding at her asshole. Pinkie Pie is humming. She’s humming a little diddy, just like she would if she was on a bouncy stroll through the town. Only she’s not on a relaxing walk, she’s reaming out her wife on their honeymoon. And yet she’s still fucking humming.
It’s so adorably sweet that she can’t handle it. She feels her orgasm approaching, not from the dildo thrusting in her ass or being picked up by her hair like a toy, but from the smile on Pinkie Pie’s face as she hums. It’s the kind of smile that she only sees when Pinkie is doing something she absolutely loves, like baking. Seeing firsthand that Pinkie Pie loves pleasing her just as much as she loves baking is enough to push Rainbow Dash over the edge. She moans loud enough that the fingers in her mouth only slightly muffle it. She has one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Girlcum gushes from her pussy like a dam has broken, staining her wedding dress and possibly ruining it forever.
“Cumming already, Dashie? I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you!” Pinkie Pie says, interrupting her humming. She’s adorably oblivious to exactly why Rainbow Dash is cumming, and that just makes her orgasm that much more intense.
Pinkie Pie slowly pulls the strapon out of Rainbow Dash’s asshole and rolls to the side, off of Dash’s body. She turns her head and plants a lazy kiss on the back of Dash’s head, her rainbow mane slightly obscured by the wedding veil.
“Phew, I almost forgot how much of a workout I get when we fuck!” Pinkie pants, looking back up to the ceiling.
Rainbow Dash groans, her asshole slowly closing up its gape. She rolls over and looks Pinkie in the face. She flashes a goofy smile, then seals her lips around Pinkie’s. Pinkie closes her eyes and accepts the kiss, not fighting back as Dash slips her tongue into her mouth. She moans slightly, and Rainbow Dash moves her hand to the back of her wife’s head. She idly plays with her pink curls, unfurling them and watching as they spring back into place.
Pinkie pulls away from the kiss and giggles. “You really love my hair, don’t you, Dashie?”
“I do. It might even be in my top three favorite things about you.”
Rainbow Dash continues to run her fingers through her hair as the newlyweds gaze into each other's eyes.
“This is nice.”
“Yeah.”
“I wish we could do this forever…”
As tempting as it sounds to lovingly embrace her wife for the rest of time, she realizes that she hasn’t returned the favor. She slithers down in between Pinkie’s legs and slides the strapon into her mouth. Pinkie’s eyes lazily blink open. She watches Rainbow Dash take half of the strapon into her mouth before she gags and spits it back out.
“Mmm...What’re you doing, you silly goose? You know I can’t feel that,” Pinkie Pie says lethargically.
Rainbow Dash wipes the spit from her mouth. Her sleepy voice is so damn cute… “I’m not doing it to make you feel good. Not directly, at least.”
She reaches around Pinkie’s flank and undoes the straps of the dildo’s harness. Pinkie rests her hands on her breasts, watching as Rainbow Dash pulls off her wedding dress and exposing her toned blue body in all its glory. However, rather than pull on the strapon like she’s expecting, she grabs the dildo and forces it all the way into Pinkie’s mouth. That wakes her up. Her eyes widen and she gags, coughing up spit onto the toy. The straps from the harness bunch up on her chest. But despite the protests from her face, her hands don’t move. They could easily grab Rainbow Dash’s arm and force her away, but they don’t. Pinkie loves oral as much as Dash loves anal, something the both of them know quite well.
Rainbow Dash pulls the “dick” out of her mouth. Pinkie Pie coughs up some saliva onto her tits. “Geez, Dash! You at least coulda asked before doing that!” she playfully berates, wiping her tears and some of her mascara onto her arm.
“Sorry. Just wanted to make sure it’s nice and lubed up before we move on.” Rainbow Dash holds up the glittery dildo, shining in the light with their combined spit. She stands up off the bed and pulls the harness on, the dildo pointing straight at Pinkie’s body like a compass needle. Once it’s secure, she flashes a flirty smile at Pinkie Pie. She dives on top of Pinkie Pie, her landing cushioned by the bed and her wife’s soft body.
“Oof! Y’know, you’re lucky you’re so hot.”
The topside of the dildo presses against the length of her pussy lips and taint. Rainbow Dash wraps her arms around Pinkie Pie’s body, squishing her plump breasts against her own modest B-cups. She leans in and starts to lovingly make out with her while her hips thrust up and down, trying to line up the tip of the strap with the entrance to her pussy. With a little assistance from her hands, she manages to find it. Thanks to both of their spit on the dildo and the copious amount of pussy juices flowing from Pinkie Pie’s slit, the toy slides right inside without a hitch. Pinkie Pie closes her eyes and moans into Rainbow Dash’s mouth as her pussy is spread apart, all the way down the base of the strapon. Rainbow Dash’s muff, covered by the fabric of the harness, grinds against Pinkie Pie’s clit and displaces the little tuft of pink hair above it. Pinkie wraps her hands around her wife’s shoulders, running her fingers through her multicolored mane.
Rainbow Dash grinds a bit more, making sure Pinkie’s pussy is fully accustomed to the length of the dildo. Then she gets serious.
She briefly pulls her lips away from Pinkie Pie’s mouth. “You ready to see the kinda speeds a Wonderbolt is capable of?” she whispers sultrily into her ear.
“Yes! Yes!”
Rainbow Dash grins and locks her snout with Pinkie’s once again. She pulls her hips back and wiggles her ass in the air before thrusting into her pussy at a breakneck pace. Pinkie’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She lets out a lurid moan and her tongue goes limp, allowing Rainbow Dash to do whatever she feels like with it. She drunkenly wraps her legs around Rainbow Dash’s flank, teasing the base of her tail with her toes. One toe snakes down to her asshole. It’s still gaping a bit, enough that she can slide her big toe in without problem. Rainbow Dash’s eyes open in surprise, and she slows down for only a moment.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!”
She spears the strapon in and out of Pinkie’s pink pussy so quickly you’d think she’s trying for a Sonic Rainboom. The sheer force of Dash’s thrusts is enough to force Pinkie’s toe out of her asshole. In fact, her feet have to cling on to Rainbow Dash’s ass for dear life, displacing the blue fur on her flank. With only a single layer of fabric separating their clits, every impact sends the both of them moaning as they pound into each other. Rainbow Dash silences her moans by kissing on Pinkie’s neck, alternating between quick pecks and long sucks that would definitely leave a hickey if there wasn’t any fur in the way.
“Ahhhh! Dashie! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou! Harder! Pound me harder!”
Well, so much for not alerting the guests. They probably already knew, but now there isn’t a doubt in anypony’s mind of where the newlyweds ran off to. Neither of them particularly care, though Pinkie Pie is so absorbed in getting her pussy pounded that she can’t think about anything other than her wife.
“Cumming! Cumming! I’m cumming, Rainbow Daaaaaash!”
Pinkie Pie’s fingers claw against the fur on Rainbow Dash’s back as she cums. Feminine fluids gush out of Pinkie’s pussy, but the movements of her wife’s hips don’t slow down. Droplets are sent spraying every which way as her hips slam against Pinkie’s.
“I ain’t stopping until Celestia raises the sun tomorrow morning, so you’d better get settled in!” Rainbow Dash announces. Her words send a few more jolts of arousal coursing through Pinkie’s body.
“I love you so much…”
Rainbow Dash presses her forehead against Pinkie’s, their snouts perpendicular to each other. “I love you more.”
“Love you times a million!”
They giggle and continue to fuck the night away.
Outside their door, the two newlyweds have a bit of an audience peeking in through a crack.
“I CANNOT believe that this is happening!” Twilight Sparkle groans.
“Really? ‘Cuz I can,” Applejack says.
“So...If I don’t raise the sun tomorrow, will they keep going forever?” Celestia muses. A few heads turn her way. “What? I’m just asking.”
Fluttershy and Rarity are sitting on the floor, furiously fingering themselves and, occasionally, each other. Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie are completely unaware. They’re too focused on their love for each other to care about anything else.
