Pinkie Pie kisses a mare

by Infatuation

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Romance, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life
Length: 1538

Pinkie Pie learns something new, then has sloppy makeouts with Dash.

It all begins the day Rainbow Dash asks Pinkie for a kiss—presumably after some slightly less blatant attempts to hit on her, which Pinkie was somehow oblivious to.

That adorable cover picture is by Pinkablue.

Published 2023-04-18 16:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-04-18 16:40:01 UTC

There's a first time for everything

"Hey Pinkie, uh...did you ever consider that like...maybe we should smooch?"

Pinkie Pie's fluffy cotton candy mane popped up behind the counter. Her bright blue eyes followed a fraction of a second later, peeking at Rainbow Dash from across the polished wooden surface. The surface was speckled with flour from today's baking session. The result of their labor (dough, for the time being) rested in a massive metal bowl to the right.

"Uhm...Come again, Dashie?"

Dash cleared her throat. "Uh. You know...smooch? You and me? Like uh, right now or maybe this evening, if you want?"

The party pony blinked, and then—yet again—disappeared behind the counter, returning two seconds later with a medium-sized bowl, which she slammed onto the table with enough force to make particles of flour fly up into the air.

"Hmmm...gimme a quick second while I grab the whisk, Dashie-poo! Hmm...hmm~hmm~hmm...hmmm...!" Pinkie's humming took on a catchy melody, always. Even when she was pondering or ruminating, and trying to make sense of what Dash was trying to get at. She'd have to be really distressed for her little hums and hrms not to turn into a cute little jingle.

A few moments later the whisk had been procured, and Pinkie was right back to staring at her friend with a puzzled look on her face. "You like...want us to kiss? Uhm...why?" Rainbow flinched ever so slightly, tail tucked in and wings pressed against her back. "Uh..." Before she had any chance to answer, Pinkie interjected: "Oh, oh! Can you grab the cream from the fridge really quick? Pretty please!"

A few seconds, and a few deep breaths later, Dash set the cream onto the counter.

"So Dashie! Uhm...why did you wanna smooch me? Also...are you sure you're doing well, you look a teeny little bit tense?"

Rainbow winced ever so slightly, shaking off her question with a laugh. "Ahahah, d-don't worry about it Pinkie, I'm doing great. Perfectly...dashing, fast, energetic, as usual." Awkward grin. "...But uh...so...like...I wanted to kiss you since...I kinda like you, Pinkie? But if uh...you don't really feel that way about me, t-that's totally cool by me, just so you know."

The party pony let out an 'Oooohhhh!' sound, and then—suddenly—leaned over the counter with a staggering amount of athletic skill and flexibility, and smooched Rainbow Dash right onto the nose, before pulling back with a wide grin.

"Oh puh~lease Dashie, of course I don't mind kissing you! We're like, besties! And I'm super glad we're spending so much time together lately. Y'know, it's super difficult for an earth pony like me to reach you up there in the clouds unless I use bouncy things or like, super long stilts!" She giggled.

Throughout the """kiss""", Dash had merely managed to stare at her, dumbfounded. She scratched the back of her head.

"Pinkie, I..."

"Yeees, Dashie?"

"I uh, I don't mean that kind of kiss. I meant a real one. You know, the type of kiss you only share with—"

"—your special somepony?" Pinkie Pie completed the sentence. "Wait, but...!" Suddenly, her tail started to beat left and right, like that of an agitated cat. Her chestfluff was heaving as she processed the incoming information. Dash wanted to kiss her like a special somepony. Not like a friend.

The party pony stared at Dash. Then at herself. Then at Dash. Then back at herself, and at her own tail, sticking her head down between her legs. Her head bounced back up shortly after, wobbling for a few moments like a rubber toy. 'Special somepony'. Her lips were pursed curiously.

"But Dashie, aren't both of us mares?"

It took an incredibly amount of willpower for Rainbow Dash not to faceplant into the nearby flowerpot.

"So like, you are not a stallion, I am pretty sure. Right? And I'm not a stallion either, I think I would've noticed that by now! So what do you mean with 'special somepony' kiss, I am like, pretty sure you can't..." She blinked a few times.

Rainbow Dash had to do a double-take, staring while Pinkie Pie rummaged for a set of cookie cutters, put them onto the table and tried to press them against each other in some vain attempt to help all of this make sense. Dash could practically hear Pinkie's brain turning the idea over inside of her mind, squaring the circle, searching for the secret ingredient she was missing, for the final piece of the puzzle that'd help all her make sense of this mystery, of mares kissing...other mares.

Dash sputtered: "Pinkie, we can uh, still kiss? What do you mean 'we are both mares', of course we are! Don't tell me you—" Her mind flashbacked her straight to the last time Pinkie had told her everything about her upbringing. Some rock farm in bum-frick nowhere. Very old-fashioned. So desolate from other culture it was surprising Pinkie had even somehow ended up here in Ponyville. Father and mother with the personality of bricks, and a very special family, in all sorts of ways, along with very little contact to other people. Oh. Oh. It all made sense now. Fluffed feathers, she'd never even thought about this.

"Okay, okay, ooookay, I see the issue here..." Dash began, "Listen Pinkie, and look at me." Pinkie's ears perked up, wiggling excitedly. Her breath was heaving with anticipation.

"Alright Pinkie, it's simple, but like...You might never have realized this, but uh, there are mares out there who are 'into mares'."

The party pony was practically vibrating, eyes glossy and wide. Woah.

Dash continued. "You can kiss other mares too if you want to. Yes, really! I uh, kissed a LOT of mares, so I'd know, right? Just make sure they're into you as well. If they are into you, you can kiss 'em, and it's a lot like kissing a stallion or something. Except...you're both girls. That's the only difference."

The party pony gawked at Rainbow Dash with a wide open mouth, eyes glazing over as her mind adjusted itself to possibilities she'd never even considered before. Dash kept her chops shut, and waited patiently. The cream stood on the table, neglected and all but forgotten.

Finally Pinkie Pie let out a 'phew!' and shook her head like a dog trying to shake off water. "Wowzer Dashie, this is...uhm..."

"Totally radicaly? Sick? Cool? Freakin' amazing?"

Pinkie Pie grinned widely. "Yeah, that! Maybe! Probably! I dunno, I didn't kiss a mare yet so I dunno what it's like, right? Twi said it's bad epi-stemics to judge a cake by its icing when she tried to teach me!"

Deep down, Dash let out a sigh of relief that Pinkie had taken the 'news' so well. She snickered, and flicked her tail, finally relaxing now that she'd gotten Pinkie ever so slightly closer to her own wavelength. "So Pinkie...uh...Do you wanna like, go back to baking or..." She was staring at the lonely cup of heavy cream on the table, and then back to Pinkie, cocking an eyebrow.

"What! N-no! I mean yes! I also want to go back to baking, but I uhm...we can't just go back to that after all of this, and after you said that you...you know!" She was still vibrating a little, tail wagging like that of an overly excited puppy.

Dash let out a snort. "So uh, you wanna kiss?"

Pinkie Pie nodded enthusiastically, eyes fixated on her friend as Dash stepped around the counter, wings puffed up ever so slightly. She had not thought that she'd kiss someone today! Especially not Dashie! Heck, she'd never even realized she could look at Dashie like that! At that pretty rainbow tail, that mane, that everything, and, and...!

There faces were close enough to feel each other's breath. Pinkie pursed her lips, still not fully sure what to do. Dash leaned in.

And then the two kissed.

Awkwardly.

It turns out that those brash habits Dash picked up in the flight academy, and Pinkie's lack of experience made for a pretty awkward combination. But the two liked it. A lot.

By the time Dash pulls away, Pinkie somehow looked even more vibrantly pink than usual, glowing with a deep red flush that somehow spread through most of her body. Dash grinned. Pinkie is taking deep, heavy breaths. "W-wowzies...this was..."

"Great?" Dash suggested. "Radical? Fantastic?"

The pink mare beamed. "That! Also, like there's a party happening inside of my mouth. And the only ponies who're invited are you, and me. Uhm...you liked it too, right? And we're doing that again sometime, right?"

Dash grinned, and just leaned in for another kiss, pinning her fluffy pink party pony against the kitchen wall behind her.

Author's Note

Did you know that if you try to whisk heavy cream at room temperature (rather than immediately after taking it out of the fridge) there's a real risk that it is going to turn into butter instead of whipped cream?

Happened to me once. Let's hope Pinkie's cake is safe.

If you stumbled upon this story somehow and want more, really, the only thing I have that's remotely similar in 'vibe' is Twilight Sparkle eats a Cactus which, despite its name, is not a trollfic.