Black Diamond Dog
by TrollestiaSubjectChapter III: Aint no Rest for the Wicked

Pinkie Pie had been acting strangely lately, a bit... nervous. Her friends could even have said kind of suspicious. What none of them had noticed was that it had just been around Rainbow Dash, or Blacky, The new resident of Ponyville, around whom it was more evident. Especially due to the fact that he was a diamond dog.

It was odd, especially because Pinkie had been the first pony to welcome him in Ponyville, and to nopony's surprise, the first friend he had made. But now, something was odd in Pinkie's behavior. Even under direct question ing from her friends, Pinkie would deny anything was wrong, and nopony had pinpointed exactly what was causing such randomness. It was especially hard because she was a random kind of pony normally.

Of course, not everypony had accepted a diamond dog as part of the community. At first Rainbow Dash had acted much more suspicious towards Blacky, even to the point of following him around. Pinkie wasn't doing anything like that, or at least nopony had noticed. It was around the time Rainbow Dash had accepted that Blacky wasn't a bad neigh bor just because he was a diamond dog that Pinkie started to act a little nervous around them both. Many ponies attributed this to the fact of Pinkie being Pinkie, but her closest friends didn't take long to notice that it was weird, even for Pinkie’s strange ways. Her ears angled backwards and drops of cold sweat stood out on her face. Her ever-present smile had been replaced with a display of clenched teeth more reminiscent of a crude facsimile, and that was never a good signal.

The worst part was that not even her friends had seen the exact combination of factors triggering this strange behavior. Twilight thought it was some kind of phase that would end soon. Applejack trusted that her friend would ask for help if she ever need it. Rarity was too busy being melodramatic about how much her idols in fashion had accomplished at her age. Fluttershy thought she understood Pinkie because the world sometimes could be scary, and Rainbow Dash hadn’t even noticed that Pinkie was acting nervous around her. She was too busy keeping her own secrets to mind the attitude of somepony else.

In fact Rainbow Dash was trying to touch the subject of the dog as little as equinely possible. The new relationship with her new 'doggy' friend, as she called him, was evident to everypony. She was even using a collar made by him, not a commonly worn piece between ponies. However, it seemed to be kinda of cool for her, with a pendant shaped like her cutie mark in thin stone. But the true nature of their relationship was so unlikely, that nopony could even fathom a small part of its explicitness. Rainbow Dash had been having 'private meetings' with Blacky: inside alleys during working hours; a couple of times in his own house; and even in the outskirts of the Everfree forest after nightfall.

The version of the story that Rainbow Dash had told to her friends about befriending Blacky, only said: "We got to talking after we met in the doctor's waiting room because we both had caught a cold that day. There I realized that he's not so bad once you get to know him!" And with that brief explanation, Rainbow's renewed and playful attitude towards the dog was evident. Which had been a relief for her friends, who were worried about how she had been acting paranoid a couple of weeks ago, about the fact that she thought he could be a spy, could eat somepony, or any other crazy excuse to follow him around.

Maybe it was the distracting manner in which Rainbow Dash was coping so well with the new diamond dog neighbor that had been distracting Pinkie’s friends from noticing exactly which factors were causing her new jitters. What they hadn’t figured out either, was that Rainbow Dash and Blacky had said about getting sick because they both "had been out for too long on the cold previous night.” None of their friends had even dared to imagine that they both had been together that night, or what they were doing. Nopony, except Pinkie Pie, who had seen it all. And was particularly worried that Rainbow Dash, or Blacky, would find out.

Pinkie Pie had been in the forest that cold night, when Blacky had prepared his “epic joke” for Rainbow Dash. Pinkie had promised Blacky she wouldn't show up, but of course she wasn’t going to miss out an epic joke for anything in Equestria.

Worried that any of them would find her on the way to the scene, barely inside Everfree Forest, Pinkie had been very cautious before arriving at the site. After all, the joke had been promised to be 'EPIC,' and she hadn’t Pinkie Promised not to go anyways. So she went a little late that night, to find something very different from what she had imagined.

Pinkie's approach had been discreet to avoid being detected and ruining the joke. After all no pony could deny Pinkie's sneaking abilities. Hiding behind a tree and some bushes, she had found Dashie's head between the legs of the diamond dog, seated over a fancy but boring white picnic blanket that looked more like a bedsheet. At the beginning she didn't get what was going on, and couldn't hear the conversation that seemed to include her own name very well. Just after watching the scene, she found what her friends seemed to be doing very funny, especially with their positions. But then Rainbow Dash had apparently heard her giggles, and she had to stay extra quiet. It wasn't for the sake of the joke in that moment, but because she was mischievously enjoying watching them without being noticed.

The excitement of finding out whatever they were doing in that funny position was more exciting than any joke before. It didn't take long for her to realize that Rainbow Dash’s lips were doing exactly what she had just dared to imagine in her playful mind, and she had to hide her gasp of surprise with her hooves above her mouth. Maybe it was the tone of concern in which Rainbow Dash was saying Pinkie’s name, but something in their conversation seemed to indicate that she wasn’t welcome there.

Stressing her sneaking abilities, she was willing to leave the place right away, but a soft and cold breeze had dragged their moans along with it, and the weird but enticing smell that their bodies had started to produce during their union had been an appealing reason to stay. She was witnessing the caresses and complicity that only a married couple should have. That night she saw their bodies joining together, each time better, through pauses and reorganization, to achieve a movement against each other, in a sweet and tender rhythm that seemed to slow down time.

As Pinkie Pie observed them, her right forehoof unconsciously began kneading out a slow, almost unnoticeable rhythm between her haunches. When Pinkie realized, she was surprised by how wet her hoof had become, and how warm her thighs felt. But that was little compared to the blazing shame she felt for being there spying on them.

Overcome with guilt, Pinkie felt obliged to depart the scene when Rainbow Dash was on top of the dog, yelling “I hope Pinkie Pie never has to see me like this!”

Very late that night, in her own bed, Pinkie couldn't get the picture of them together out of her head, nor the queue of feelings that they could be still experiencing. And she fell asleep with her curious hoof between her thighs, and her drenched marehood unsatisfied.

Pinkie Pie had been following the 'unknown-for-everypony-except-her couple' as she called them, around Ponyville all week. She followed them far more successfully than Rainbow Dash had followed Blacky; after all Pinkie was better at sneaking, and had better spy gear than a plain cloud. Pinkie had seen Rainbow and Blacky going into those hidden nooks of Everfree Forest, Rainbow Dash occasionally sneaking off to visit Blacky's house late at night, and both of them having some discreet meetings in alleys during working hours. Those last were the worst, in any other place at least she could only imagine what they were doing, but right there, in the middle of Ponyville, in broad daylight? Pinkie thought: ‘How could Celestia let them do that? And yet they were doing that! In there!’

A few days later, as Pinkie trotted through the marketplace on her way back to Sugercube Corner, with some ingredients for the bakery in a basket on her head, she noticed Rainbow Dash in the sky doing her job, but then suspiciously she darted from above, down into an alleyway behind some warehouses in the commercial part of Ponyville. Pinkie was going to follow her there, but suddenly a rearing Twilight interrupted her way, particularly cheerful and displaying a big smile on her face. For some reason that felt more like an annoyance to Pinkie Pie, but Twilight had to arrange the details for Rarity’s surprise birthday party, and of course she had many things to discuss about it with Pinkie, who, even if not in the mood, simply had talent for those kinds of things.

Twilight kept asking question after question, and more questions after that! When Twilight ran out of time and had to leave, she agreed to a meeting in a couple of days, where the rest of her friends could work over the details on what Rarity would like better. When Pinkie could finally enter that alley, she found it empty, but with the distinctive odor that Rainbow and Blacky had produced that chilling night.

When Pinkie finally returned to the Sugarcube Corner, where she usually felt less stressed than anywhere else, her attitude was still a bit too serious, perhaps even a bit meaner than her usual bearing.

“Pinkie, is something wrong?” Mrs. Cake questioned, when she saw her distracted resident less chipper and bubbly than she usually was while doing her job.

“Ah?! Who? Me?! Why??” She answered defensively, looking back, pointing a big eye to Mrs. Cake, rather than showing any real feeling about what was worrying her. When Mr. Cake noticed this, he tried to cut the tension of the clearly distressed Pinkie Pie.

“Hey, Pinkie, have I told you about this invitation that Cupsie and I received for the ‘Great Baking Exposition’ in Canterlot? We just received it this morning!” He said with the hope of cheering up Pinkie, but to no avail.

“Well, of course I don’t know, if I was out this morning how I'm supposed to mumble* mumble* mumble*” Pinkie said, putting some raw pastries in the oven, not really wanting to be heard.

“Oh, well, of course not,” Mrs. Cake said to herself, trying to keep her smile, but extremely worried about the reason that the young mare was in that unusual mood.

“What I mean is: it’s a great honor for us, Pinkie. And honey bun and I would like to invite you to the event, we couldn’t have done it without you! The invitation is just for two, but we’ll pay your expenses. Besides...-” Mr. Cake was explaining, with real pride in his voice.

But what Pinkie Pie heard was “Spying Time!” So when Mr. Cake ended the invitation, she regained her good mood, and politely declined such an honor. After all, it was meant for Mr. and Mrs. Cake, and all she knew about baking was what she had learned from them. Pinkie Pie ended her working day happy and chipper as usually expected, which was a bit weird because that was not what the Cakes were expecting that day.

“I wonder what’s up with her,” Mr. Cake wondered with concern that afternoon as soon Pinkie had left the kitchen.

“Nothing. She’s probably just in love,” Mrs. Cake answered with a low devious tone in her voice. “Don’t you remember when we were young? The uncertainty, the agony, the fear of somepony else knowing how you felt...” Mrs. Cake finished in a hopefully tone.

“Ho, ho, ho. Yeah. As if. I knew we were meant to be the moment I saw you,” Mr. Cake said with a certain amount of hidden insecurity

“Well, I remember that handsome colt, shaking badly the moment he asked me out on a date,” Mrs. Cake teased.

“Hah! At least you remember when I did! I was too nervous,” Mr. Cake confessed, scratching his foreleg with his other forehoof. “Do you think Pinkie is going through that?” He inquired while Cup answered, nodding positively, and smiling, not without a mix of pity, and pride, on her face.

“I’m quite certain, honey,” She said, adding “I just wonder who the lucky pony is.” Mrs. Cake inquired with her cheek against Mr. Cake's, both watching longingly at the door from which Pinkie Pie had left the room, trying to figure out, who of all the nice colts in Ponyville and around, could be the lucky stallion, since they never had seen Pinkie particularly attached to one.

A few more days were like that, until the Cakes had to say goodbye for the ‘Great Baking Exposition’ in Canterlot, very early in the morning. Pinkie pretended to be still asleep when they said goodbye to her. She had planned a whole day of spying on Dashie and Blacky, a camo suit was of course indispensable, not like night vision goggles, but she also took those with her, just in case, and of course, the most important item for that day: A photographic camera.

The device was small and light. With that she was going to show, with proof in her hoof to Rainbow Dash and Blacky, that what they were doing was risky and indecent. With enough luck, they would be doing it again in broad daylight, and they won’t have any way to defend their bad habits. Best of all, she could face them knowing about their relationship, and probably stop them if they returned to do such things in those inappropriate corners around Ponyville.

Pinkie started her day looking at the sky with a pair of binoculars, literally, one in each hoof. The cloudy sky before the winter season was being tended to, and soon she could find one pegasus, two, three pegasi, and Rainbow Dash next to them, giving some orders before they started. Some clouds had to be collected and stored for later, and it was one of those days in which after hitting away on a cloud, it tended to form itself again, so it wasn’t going to be a job for '10 seconds flat.'

After find her, Pinkie had to locate and follow her to Mr. Blacky, who was going to be harder to locate, but easier to follow than Rainbow Dash. Pinkie had anticipated the steps of what she knew about the morning routine of the diamond dog. First: Work on pawmade crafts in his workshop next to his house. Later: A morning break to go out and have a breakfast, usually at Sugarcube Corner, which he knew was going to be closed because the Cakes informed him, like to any regular client. His morning walk to Ponyville’s commercial area, to buy materials, was something expected. Pinkie went there, standing inside a straw Bale. Which isn't a very good place to stand for long, but it was a good camouflage, and her black camo tights made it far less itchy.

Pinkie soon found him delivering what seemed like cabinet doors to a restaurant. After a few minutes inside, Blacky went out. He took a seat in one of the bistro tables outside. There, he could salute his friendly neighbors, to whom he looked at in a weird way once they turned their backs to him. Pinkie realized he most often looked oddly at the mares as she watched him through her binoculars from within her hideout inside the straw bale. Now she knew why Rainbow Dash had been acting a bit paranoid around him last week. It was kind of obvious now, and it wasn’t anything like a hunger by his carnivorous instinct.... or at least not as a meal.

At that time, Rainbow Dash was taking a break from her busy workday, the one that had started about a hour ago, and in which she just had given a couple of orders. Resting on a cloud over Ponyville, she had a complete view of the place beneath her. When she found a straw bale moving around, she didn't feel astonished, since that wasn’t the strangest thing she had seen from above, so she didn't gave a second thought about that. However, she grew quite interested in the distinctive look of a jacket onthe blackish coat of her doggy friend.

She felt the temptation of pass by and say hi, and maybe take him to that nice dead end like she did the other day. However she also thought about the implications of being seen with a diamond dog at a bistro table in plain sight of everypony, and she didn’t want to be caught in any kind of relationship, especially not with him, and not before being a Wonderbolt. Later on she would have tons of admirers, and some day surely a nice, younger, and very handsome pegasus, would be looking up to her to be as great as she will be as a Wonderbolt. Then, if he'd be worthy, he could become a Wonderbolt all on his own, and would show her his affection in a more passionate way, than the one some wingless dog did once. They would be the beginning of a famous Wonderbolt dynasty for the ages to come, or something like that. ‘Just not now, and not with a diamond dog,’ she thought while giving a flustered sight to the dog from her cloud. She had plans for later, but still... the idea of a quick visit to the alley before that was still appealing to her, so she kept an eye on him.

When Blacky finished his breakfast, Filthy Rich came near to him to ask for details of fancy metal fence for his house. After a short bussines conversation both leaved, and Black felt that the day had been productive enough. He was planning maybe to go to Fluttershy and ask if the fence of her chicken coop was fine, or maybe buy some apples from Sweet Apple Acres. The movies or buying a new jacket later was also an option, even though he should start working on that fancy metal fence. He had said to everypony he'd brought with himself a small fortune in gold from the underground tunnels he had left before living in Ponyville. Even when he knew that wasn’t totally true, bits weren’t one of his biggest concerns. He could just sit down and watch the open sky, just like he was now, from that bistro table in Ponyville. That was a pleasure that not every diamond dog could indulge every day. And there, watching the sky, he found Rainbow Dash, or Rainy as he called her. She was making signals with her forelegs to him, in some kind of code that he had never seen in pegasi, or any kind of creature. It seemed to disappoint Rainbow Dash that he didn’t know it.

One facehoof later, Rainy decided to step on that old and dirty ground next to him, and gave the simple mention of, “Alley?” with a suggestive face, which he knew how to interpret very well. He just replied with the same word in an affirmative tone, and an ever present grin on his face.

That had been the moment that the bored Pinkie between the hay had been awaiting for so long. She knew the place, had the gear, and the plan, so she waited for the diamond dog to leave, which didn't take long, and from a safe distance she kept track of him. She failed to keeping her cover from ponies that were surprised to find a straw bale snooping around the corners of Ponyville. After the initial surprise, they found a bit of pink lurking inside the hay, which was a relief for most of those ponies, who immediately thought of a certain fluffy-maned mare.

The entrance to the alley was slim, and had two corners ahead before a roofed dead end. It was built as ventilation and illumination space for the windows in the upper section of the warehouses around, and was barely used, if even at all, to store damaged barrels and other containers for recycling, and only at the end of the workday. Pinkie and Blacky had played pranks on the workers of that place before. A barrel full of the sharp teeth in the open mouth of a diamond dog, always caused interesting reactions in anypony. So they knew the schedule of the workers peeking into that place, but did not count on the peeping eyes of Pinkie Pie.

When Pinkie got up to the front of that imposing entrance surrounded by tall walls, something stopped her from going further. At the beginning she thought somepony could be pulling her camouflage made out of hay, but nopony was behind her. We're her hooves the ones thinking with better judgment than herself? We're they telling her that she shouldn’t be doing that to her friends? So what if they had a secret relationship? It’s not as if that was bad at all. So, Pinkie wondered for herself, was she really trying to help them, preventing them from those casual encounters in that risky place, or did she just want to watch them together again?

'I would feel better if I let them know that I know about their relationship,’ Was the thought that let Pinkie cross the entrance. Careful of the sound of the hay, with the camera ready in a holder around her neck, and some regret reflected in her sweaty face, she went on. Still, before the next corner she started to wonder how much she wanted to actually watch them in an intimate moment again, instead of help them.

If she were doing this for their own good, then why had she been so nervous around them since she found them in the forest? She figured that this could solve the situation, and if they asked she could tell them that she just found them the day she happened to have a camera along with her. That could be both convincing, and convenient. That was the thought that motivated her steps again, allowing her to enter into the next section of the alley, where she could have a direct view of them.

‘Convincing and convenient, convincing and convenient.’ She thought repeatedly. But the sudden realization of ‘convenient for who?’ made her stop again before peeking around the corner.

She could hear something that sounded like, “It’s cheating because you have wings,” from Blacky, and a bit more of an indistinguishable argument until Rainbow Dash came up with, “We both know it’s not your speed what I like about you.” Those were statements made to mask their true feelings, the rest was said in a more soft tone, more intimate, and private, the rest was for them, and them alone, the world didn’t need to know, and so Pinkie couldn’t hear it.

Pinkie was getting ready with the camera between her hooves, when another sudden realization struck her again. What was she going to do with those pictures? Give them back, destroy them, or keep them as a reminder for them next time they were doing the same thing in public? How was she even going to process those pictures, she wasn’t an expert herself, and the pony at the pictures kiosk was going to surely see the pictures.

What would Fast Picture think of her? Would he speak of the kind of pictures she processes with her other friends? Would Rainbow Dash and Blacky be angry with her? Would the rest of her friends be? Doubts and more doubts assaulted her head and she hadn’t even peeked around. All she could hear were fast breaths and whispers, that had led to an restless hoof between her haunches, a hoof that was removed immediately after noticing what should have signaled her true intentions in that place, but didn’t, and not being able of resist any more, she took a slight peek.

‘Just a little sight won't harm anypony.’ Pinkie thought. But what she found was kind of disappointing. All she could see was the dark coat of the diamond dog, bouncing over something with four cyan hooves grabbing strongly his back, and a repeating rutting movement over a row of big wooden boxes aligned at the end of the alley, where who else but Rainbow Dash would be taking explicit joy at just the worst angle possible for anypony snooping from where Pinkie was. Last time she had a wide array of bushes circling the place; this day a picture of that would be mean nothing, or so she considered.

Rainbow Dash, who was lost in a sea of fur under the caresses of the dog’s coat, without being able to place her head over his shoulder, could just poke out her head out to bite on the fur of the dog’s upper left leg. That leg was caressing her wings, and she bit down to avoid screaming while he was wheezing and caressing her nape with his other paw. And that wonderful feeling of waving pleasure crashing down, and accumulated warmness abandoning her body, was running through her spine to every corner of her body; from her hooves, to the tip of her ears and her lips, helping her feel lighter and awake. But it was in that precise moment when she heard something like the flash of a camera bulb coming from the direction of the entrance.

“Hey, what was that?” Rainbow Dash asked, breaking her embrace with the dog by lifting her body, helped by her hooves on his shoulders. Blacky just let out a whimpering, and tried to hold her body in place again.

“I didn’t hear anything,” He said, trying to align his unsatisfied body along with hers again. But she had finished, and was being a bit nervous. She had seen something that looked like a walking straw bale earlier, and some pegasi were still working over Ponyville, plus the fact that she had another commitment that day.

“Sorry, Doggy. You're not so fast as you think you are, and I have yet a meeting with my friends. ” She said midair, giving a glance to her left wrist which was empty, without even a drawn watch on it this time. “We’re organizing Rarity’s surprise birthday party,” She shouted before waving goodbye, and flying away.

“You don’t have to be the fastest for everything!” The dog shouted before regretting immediately. At least Rainbow Dash didn't seem to hear him. Alone, with his expectations broken, and his needs unmet. The dog noticed that this wasn't even the first time she leaved him like that.

“Huh, the meeting!? I had totally forgotten!” Pinky said, gasping with her hooves on her cheeks. Totally startled and with a feeling that could have ignited a Sonic Pinkboom, though she did not because she was trying so hard to keep her cover, Pinkie started her way to the meeting point advancing slowly before even waiting for the dog to leave from deep inside the alley. However she didn't have to wait too long. The diamond dog passed her running in four legs, starting his own race to Celestia-knows-where.

He was quite fast running on four legs, and passed next to Pinkie Pie through the alley. Pinkie wasn’t sure if she has stopped her marching in time, but she didn’t think that he noticed a straw bale noticing them. ‘Most probably he didn’t even notice my disguise on his way out,’ Pinkie thought.

Pinkie dropped her cover before going out of the empty alley. It had been a good camo and she felt safe inside of it, even happy, like if she was destined to be inside of it, but was noisy and itchy.

“Maybe next time a plain cardboard box could make the trick,” Pinkie said to herself, making a mental note considering the advantages of hidding devices over artificial skins. Running away to the meeting a bit puzzled on how she was going to explain her camera to the others, Pinkie found a delivery mare on her way. Giving her the camera, and instructions to leave it just inside Sugarcube Corner, on the balcony or any open window. Even with doors closed a pegasus shouldn't have problems getting inside from the second floor. Ditzy'd have to go out of her rute, and wasn’t the most trustworthy service, but it was her job anyways.

The meeting was at a wooden table on the outskirts of Pony villa. Far from Carousel boutique, or any regular place for Rarity. From the distance, Pinkie saw the backsides of Twilight and Fluttershy seated there already, but getting closer, she also found to Rainbow Dash, wings unfolded, awkwardly positioned on Blacky’s lap, who was seated on the other end of the table. Both had pretty much the same attitude: they were calm, but seemed very happy for some reason, with smiles on their faces, and a bit excited about something, almost like they were dancing in place.

“Howdy everypony, what's going on here?” Pinky asked, a bit anxious, to nopony in particular, trying not to let her nerves betray her. Simply do a quick ten seconds planning of what had to be the best social event of the year in Ponyville, and get the Tartarus out of there.

“Well, Applejack informed us she wasn’t going to make it up here today, some pie emergency, a large order for today that Mr. and Mrs. Cake had to decline. So... I guess we’ll need to make another meeting later anyways,” Twilight explained, while reading a few lists, magically floating in front of her, from the many she had in her piece of the picnic table.

“Okie dokie loki!” Pinkie said, waving goodbye, already on her way away.

“But Pinkie, we have lots of things to discuss, like the lighting of the boutique. Before Rarity comes in she shouldn't think anything suspicious is going on, and what kind of lights are we going to use later? And... oh, wait! What if she doesn't use the door?! How can we be sure she'll enter through the door?” Twilight worriedly explained, making a mess with her lists over herself. Pinkie just took a deep breath and took a seat next to Fluttershy, in the same row along with Twilight.

Perhaps, by the way they were seated in front of Rainbow Dash and Blacky, Pinkie was giving them a perfect opportunity to, hopefully, confess about their relationship. But all she saw was a slight seesaw motion, very subtle and sporadic, between the black dog and his cyan friend.

“-... Must be very exciting, participating in an exposition in Canterlot! Don’t be nervous... I’m sure they’ll do great.” Pinkie heard from Fluttershy, who had a friendly smile, after noticing a nervous aura surrounding Pinkie. But Pinkie wasn't really paying attention. She could see them. Blacky and Rainbow Dash. See what was happening under the table, just in front of them.

‘Why isn’t anypony else noticing?’ Pinkie thought, trying to keep control, and barely listening to what her friends were saying. Twilight seemed to put more attention to her own listing, and Fluttershy seemed to be more worried about Pinkie than anything else.

“... and Spike insisted on helping Rarity, so we'll know where she is, and she won't spoil the surprise,” Twilight proudly commented, after finishing the magical reorganization of her unimaginable long scrolls, before finally inquiring about all the freezing nervousness that Pinkie seemed to hold inside. “Pinkie, are you alright?” Twilight asked from the other side of Fluttershy.

“Ah! Me? Yes!” Pinkie answered trying to be convincing, wondering why she had heard the name of Spike if he wasn't even around, and pulling that fake smile that her friends had been noticing lately.

“Well, then... We were just brainstorming ideas and...-” Twilight began. Reading again from her notes.

“Balloons!” Rainbow Dash said suddenly. Very effusively, with a hoof in the air, and throwing her body around while flapping her wings, after just a few comments by Twilight.

“Yes, Rainbow, balloons. And I have already approved all the colors that you, so enthusiastically, proposed. Anything else?” Twilight asked.

“I would like to suggest, muffins,” Blacky recommended in a suggestive tone of voice, lowering his head, pushing his sharkish smile near the table. That could have been a bit scary, due to his long muzzle and sharp teeth, but it really wasn't, because Blacky had proved to be a friendly dog so far. In that moment, Rainbow Dash, who had been leaning against him, dropped her face on the table along with her forehooves.

“Is something wrong?” Fluttershy asked her. She was not expecting that reaction from Rainbow Dash, after how well she seemed to be getting along with the dog.

“No, no. Keep on! It’s just that... I don’t like certain muffins. That’s all,” Rainbow Dash answered from below her own head, her face glued on the table. As if it were a bad idea that she didn’t want to try at all.

“Well, I’m sure Sugarcube Corner will help with that. As long there's not another new and important even for wich they have to close again. I’m sure we can count on a wide variety of muffins, isn’t it true, Pinkie Pie? Pinkie...?” Twilight asked again after see how sweaty Pinkie was, with her sight moving between everypony at the table.

“Are you alright?” Fluttershy asked, really concerned about her friend.

“I- I think that... Oh, sure, Sugarcube Corner, sure!” Pinkie answered, she was not sure to what she had replied.

“Okay... then...? Hey, Mr. Blacky and Rainbow Dash, I see you’re getting along better. I knew you both could be good friends,” Twilight mentioned, trying to change the subject to lighten up the mood, and maybe cheer up to her pink friend, who seemed stressed for some reason.

“Yes, I trusted you, and well, I guess we are now,” Blacky said, shaking Rainbow Dash’s back. Dash, lifted her face from the table, crossing her forelegs in front of her face to just show her eyes and nod with her full body in what seemed to be a cheerful expression. But Pinkie could see how she just accelerated her pace on him for a couple of seconds, and the deep sigh he gave after doing that confirmed her suspicions.

“Uhg... Yes! I guess you were right. He’s not so bad,” Rainbow Dash answered suddenly, with a relaxed attitude, lifting her body from the table, and showing a blushing face that seemed to hold no regret at all.

“that's great, I’m glad to see that your relationship with Mr. Blacky has improved,” Twilight said happily, shrugging her shoulders and closing her eyes, knowing she was right from the beggining. Fluttershy just found the scene very moving. Pinkie was about to have an aneurysm. How could they not see what Rainbow and Blacky were really doing, right in front of their faces?

“Huh? Oh, yeah! Believe me, I’m very glad too,” Rainbow said, with what seemed to be a bored face, with her eyelids half closed, and a little smile that seemed a bit sarcastic.

“So, what’s going to be your presents, guys?” Twilight asked, looking at one of her lists, pulled from between some others on the table, trying to ignore Rainbow Dash’s sarcastic answers.

“I have her present ready,” Blacky ensured.

“I, need, more... Planning!” Rainbow Dash followed, emphasizing her words by knocking a hoof on the table after every word, and shaking her body a bit each time. Such energetic reaction left Twilight and Fluttershy a bit puzzled. Pinkie Pie, who had been quiet as a stone, was just letting the time slip away, while almost bursting in shame.

“Well... great.” Twilight answered, confused by Rainbow Dash’s emphatic answer, but trusting that whatever she had planned was going to be great.

“By the way, thank you for helping us to organize the party, Mr. Blacky,” Fluttershy said a while after Rainbow's huff.

“My pleasure,” Blacky answered back to her, very gallantly, “Miss Rarity was one of the very first ponies with whom I held one of the most enjoyable conversations that I have had since I moved to Ponyville. I’m sure she just wanted to be sure I wasn't like those scouts that kidnapped her before. I guess I’m not like them or she wouldn't have given me hints that helped me get along better with everypony else. ” The diamond dog answered slowly, always shivering a bit between every pause, as if he was really thinking about what he was saying. All said in a grateful, almost blissful tone, like he was very grateful just being allowed to help.

“It’s a bit funny because everypony gave me advice on how I could befriend Rainy.” Blacky said to everypony. “I remember that Rarity told me that I would like you if I wore a... how did she say it? A more flameboting and boulder jacket, or something like that. I still don't know if she lied to me, but I don't think that helped anyways,” He added, looking at Rainbow Dash from above, while she rested on his torso, which was much larger than hers, to look up to him. “I also wanted to thank you all for inviting me to the party. I’m not sure if she considers me a close friend, and I’m not very used to pony’s social events, but I assure you that I’ll be there,” Blacky added with a pleased expression.

"I'll definitely be coming!" Rainbow Dash said enthusiastically, without clarifying why she said it. She was even daring enough to give her opinion in what they need to bring that day to lunch. "Bread sticks in hot milk are the best!" She opined, to which, Fluttershy answered that she liked fresh fruit juice better, and Twilight, looking at another list, noted that since the party probably was going to last from daytime to early night, both fresh and hot beverages could be good for the occasion.

But Pinkie Pie didn't say anything back to that, she just kept thinking about the implications.

"Oh, my. Are you feeling alright? You both have a bit of color in your cheeks. I hope neither of you get sick again," Fluttershy worriedly said to Rainbow Dash and Blacky, aware of the fact that they had caught common flu a week ago.

"Nah, don't worry Flutters, we're fine, we just were doing some... training together," Rainbow Dash answered disregarding the concern, and panting a bit all of a sudden.

"I didn’t know you both were training.” Twilight cut in on their conversation. "Are you also interested in fitness Mr. Blacky? I'm sure have a couple of books in the library that could be useful for you.”

“Sounds good, I'll drop by later, Miss Sparkle.” Blacky said shaking in anticipation.

“Twilight also told me about a book of the diamond dog’s culture,” Rainbow Dash said joyfully. “But I guess I have my fair share of that by now,” She added, looking up for a second at the dog behind her.

“That was one of the tips she gave me to be closer to you. All your friends gave me ideas to get closer to you. They were always talking about how wonderful you are as a friend, when you weren’t sneaking up on them, but you had been just rude to me. Lastly was the baby dragon who told me: 'Let her save the day!' And I guess that worked,” Blacky answered, looking back at her.

“I... guess,” Rainbow Dash said striking a pose of satisfaction, crossing her forelegs behind her head, and resting over the chest of the dog, with a pleased smile on her face.

“Make it stop! Oh, make it stop!” Pinkie said in a dramatic outburst of emotions, while her mane deflated and she ran away from place. How was possible that Twilight, nor Fluttershy, could notice what Rainbow Dash was doing with Blacky down there? Of course they were seated on the other side of the table, but by Celestia's mane, she was on him, struggling to fake a smile, while moving her hips very slowly but noticeably, occasionally moving her whole body up and down.

“I... um, did something wrong?” Fluttershy worriedly asked to Twilight after Pinkie ran away from the place.

“I... don’t know. I don’t think so, Fluttershy,” Twilight answered very confused herself, after trying to analyze the strange behavior of Pinkie Pie.

“Hey, is it on my head, or something weird has been happening with Pinkie Pie lately?” Rainbow Dash wondered in a confused tone of voice, taking a seat apart from the diamond dog and, for the first time, noticing something odd with her pink friend.

“Yeah, I've also noticed something odd with her in the last week...” Twilight added, a bit concerned about where Pinkie could have gone. They had tried to talk with her before, but she assured Twilight everything was fine. Now that seemed to be a lie, and Twilight was out of ideas, she only hoped that if this was some kind of phase, it would end soon.

“So, are we finished? Are we done?” Rainbow Dash asked, stretching her legs in the air, totally insensitive to Pinkie’s problem.

“We haven’t even finished half of the preparations,” Twilight answered, a bit stressed, looking at another bigger list, and worried for her friend.

“Everypony, wait! Did her mane deflate? or...?” Blacky confusedly asked, with real concern.

“Well, I’m not daring enough to say that it’s something ‘normal’ about her, but it happens sometimes, and believe me, it’s not a good signal,” Twilight explained.

“We should talk with Pinkie, I think,” Fluttershy added, slightly depressed, from behind her mane to Twilight.

“Well, if it helps I could try to talk with her,” Blacky added, considering that maybe confrontative talks weren't Fluttershy's thing, and trying to lightening the pressure on Twilight, already stressed by the details of the party. But he left Rainbow Dash behind, with a matter in which she wasn’t very interested: fancy, well planned, parties.

It was still in the morning that day when Pinkie decided to go back to the alley. She had ran away from her friends without establishing a course, and the worst part was that her plan had failed. If she had wanted to confess to them that she knew about their relationship, she had her opportunity to say something in that meeting. Now her chance had passed, and the explanation of why she had that picture wasn’t going to be convincing, or convenient. They surely were just going to be just angry at her, and no longer would want to be her friends. That flow of emotions made her look for refuge where nopony could find her.

Sugarcube Corner always had been like a refuge for her, and of all days, today was empty, but subconsciously, Pinkie wasn’t looking for refuge. She wanted to be out there, in the depth of that dead end, just watching Blacky and Rainbow Dash playing the games that they kept secret. And maybe in that way, her hoof could find what it started to seek between her haunches every time she started to think about them.

With her head on the boxes at the end of the alley, and her playful hoof getting wet, Pinkie realized that she was frustrated, not because she was keeping a secret from them, or because what they were doing was wrong, but because Dash was having fun, and wasn't letting anypony else be part of the amusing facts. Have been there that night, helped Pinkie to understand the true nature of the new cordiality between Dashie and Blacky; it was filled of flirtations, winks, quiet giggles, and indirect insinuations that nopony else seemed able to notice, and that was also very frustrating.

Pinkie’s curiosity picked up when she detected a scent similar to the one they had produced that fateful night. It was subtle on the boxes where they just had been, but Pinkie’s nose found a drying spot where the smell was concentrated. It had a faint stain of wetness, and seemed to run from where Rainbow Dash had been seated, towards the front of the crate. That smell helped to bring back memories of them having pleasure in secret, and that was enough for Pinkie to feel better, that was probably not what she wanted, but was what she needed.

Pinkie held her nose over the concentrated scent, her only foreleg on the ground unable to hold her anymore, her haunches plummeted to the ground, along with her head to the crate. With her head on the stain, she noticed it was cold and sticky, but that also helped to create new fantasies inside her head, fantasies where she was the protagonist, in the place of Dash, the dog, or somewhere in between, it didn't matter, and didn't need to make sense. She was feeling fine for the first time since all this started and therefore everything lost importance. It was in that soft and warm moment inside her head, when she started to slide her tongue out of her mouth to lap the gooey source of her fantasy.

“Pinkie, you shouldn't be doing that. It’s probably dirty by now.” Pinkie heard Blacky say, from behind her, in a sly tone of voice.

“Ah! No! No! No! Nooo!” Pinkie Pie said in shock, turning around as she stopped touching herself. Seated on the ground she started to cry, covering her face with her forehooves in shame.

“Oh, no, Pinkie. C’mon, please don't cry. I’m won’t tell anypony,” The diamond dog slowly said, while advancing on four legs to Pinkie Pie.

“You won’t?” She asked, sobbing, and lowering her hooves to look at the dog.

“No, so don’t worry. In fact I understand you! So you don’t need to be ashamed,” The dog coyly said, walking around her before sitting on the ground next to her, and hugging her from her right side.

“You don’t know all the bad things I have done,” Pinkie retorted, lowering her forelegs to show her eyes, but not stopping her sobbing. “You won't want to be my friend anymore.” She added.

“Now, now. Why wouldn't I want to be your friend?” The dog whispered in her ear, caressing her straight mane. “If it’s because you couldn’t help but go to the forest that night, it’s fine now.”

“You knew?!” Pinkie asked surprised, lowering a bit more her forehooves, still crying.

“Pinkie, I could hunt down a cockatrice just by the smell and the sound. I can tell when somepony is following me! I have to admit, I once saw to Fluttershy when I thought it was you, and sometimes it's just the faint smell of a ball you hid, but that doesn’t matter. That night, in the forest, I was expecting you to show up, so Rainy could see everything was fine, but you decided to just watch from the distance. She scared you, didn’t she? Since then I’ve been waiting for you to ask for an explanation or something, and not just drop the matter on you rudely, but what happened now with your mane was really worrisome. So, I guess it’s all my fault, and I’m sorry. I guess helping you out would be the least I can do for you,” Blacky said tenderly.

“Help me out? With what?” Pinkie managed to say between sobs, yet covering the lower part of her face.

“You know, that game you were playing alone when I found you here, it’s much better when you play it with somebody else. I would like to be that body,” Blacky calmly said, lowering one of her fore paws to her belly. “Were you doing that because you like to watch, or you want to find out how it feels? I can help you find out, it's the least I can do for you” He whispered in her ear, while holding her shoulder from behind with his other paw, getting each time closer until their noses touched and their lips meet.

He planted a soft kiss on her lips that lasted just a moment, but seemed much longer for Pinkie Pie before the dog took his face away. It had been a quiet kiss, and Pinkie was amazed by how soft and warm the lips of somepony else could feel on hers. It had been her first real kiss, and was surprised by the warmth she felt on her face. It had been their breathing. The dog smelled like the apple pie that he had for breakfast, but Pinkie didn't mind. Thereafter only in the warmness of his lips lingering on hers, and in Pinkie’s thoughts.

“Are you going to rape me?” Pinkie asked, surprised, and a bit scared, but leaving her sobbing behind, when the diamond dog took his face away. He just chuckled for a moment and wiped her tears away.

“No! I mean. No if you don’t want. Why is it that everypony asks me the same thing? I’m trying to help you in the best way I can. I think you're not going through a very complex situation: You feel curious; your body probably gets excited when you remember what you saw that night, and that’s normal for anypony. Somepony should have explained it to you. Now... I think you deserve some explanations. After all, you were raised in a rock farm, and maybe the cakes haven’t talked with you about where puppies or, well, foals come from?” The dog said a bit cynically, to a Pinkie who was looking with incredulity back at him.

“I went to school, you know?” She said unamused.

“Ah. So they explain it to everypony? That’s great!” Blacky said, before kissing her again, this time looking for a sweet tooth inside Pinkie’s mouth.

She resisted at first, but before the surprise ended, his intrepid lips parted their way between hers. She didn’t have time to react the first time, and she didn’t know what to do. Now his long tongue was exploring her mouth, creating certain suction that was unnerving to Pinkie Pie, until she found out, after a bit of strain, that he was just looking for some reciprocity

It didn’t take long to achieve a soft dance of swapping pace between their tongues, where the only struggle they had was to keep their lips together. Pinkie was now more relaxed, and she was even embracing him back in a side dancing position. But her mane was still straight.

Meanwhile, something soft was sliding slowly between her haunches. She barely noticed, giving priority to the game on her lips. She felt something like when her hoof slides there on its own, but it was something warmer, and softer; something slower just teasing her. Soon she broke away from the kiss, and realized that her hooves were surrounding the dog. She found this time that the thing that was playing with her nethers was one of his paws.

He noticed that she was a bit scared of strange limb being too familiar with that part of her body, so he helped her to watch exactly what his paw was doing there, by touching her just with the tips of his pads, just passing the entrance of her humid lower lips.

“You’ll be better if I help you to satiate your curiosity,” Blacky said, lifting his sight from her loins to her, to help her concentrate on the feeling. “After all you don't have anypony special, or somespecial pony, how do ponies say?” Blacky, who seemed puzzled, asked, looking directly at Pinkie’s eyes. Mesnwhile his right paw continued caressing her folds. His other paw, ventured below to caress her lower back over her tail, and beyond, to her left cutie mark.

“Special somepony?” Pinkie corrected, looking back at the dog, and blushing a bit. Which passed almost unnoticed in her pink coat.

“One of those,” Blacky replied, slightly increasing the length and depth of his teasing on her slit, while she wasn’t looking. “But it’s not your fault, most of the males in this village are married, or boring. If you had somepony funny enough, in whom you could trust, and who understands you, and if he were the kind of pony who wants to keep a secret only with you, who trusts you, and finds you funny, and beautiful. Then you could satisfy your curiosity with him. Pinkie, I know I’m not a pony, but... if you want, I could show you everything that you want to know.” He said in a tender tone of voice, taking his deepened teasing to the upper part of her hidden marehood. Over a hardened spot that had never been touched directly, and which was barely avoided on purpose in this occasion.

Pinkie’s heart was racing, and her haunches had been experiencing the torment and delight of being touched by somepony else. The eagerness for a touch to come, and the surprise in the uncertainty, had tamed her sadness. She was a bit ashamed to answer back, but holding a forehoof on her chin, she answered, nodding positively after thinking it for a second.

“Don’t worry, and don’t be ashamed. If there’s something special that you want to do, you can ask me for anything,” He said, positioning himself to hug her from her back.

They both were seated on the ground, and his head now was resting over one of Pinkie's shoulders. His paw stood secure between Pinkie's warm thighs, but the other had moved near the furless parts on the lower part of Pinkie’s belly. “You’re shaking. Are you nervous, or excited?” He asked, but Pinkie, who was too nervous to think about anything, and too excited to care anyways, didn’t say anything. But when he started to caress the furless borders of her teats, she reacted strongly.

“That tickles!” She said in a burst of laughter, knocking his paw away.

“I think you’re just a bit nervous, Pinkie. Let’s try another thing,” Blacky said, placing his paw on her again, this time next to the other to massage, in an exploratiory way, her tensed thigh. “How do you like when you play with yourself, Pinkie? Do you like slow and gentle, or a bit faster?” He asked changing the pace of his pad, barely pressing over her hooded love button, as he saw her doing by herself before. Hardened as it was, and not very used to be teased, that sparked a negative reaction, like a cramp. Curling herself, but not her mane, she tensed all her muscles. Closing her body, but leaving one his paws trapped inside her.

“Sorry, did that hurt? I always thought that by having hooves, all mares should be used to a bit more of... roughness. But you’re not very used to be touched here, are you?” He calmly asked, trying to not make her more nervous, but applying a bit of pressure again in the same place, pulling out a similar reaction again, but not so unexpectedly this time. “Do you even play with yourself? How about here?” He asked, reaching with his trapped paw two soft spots of exposed skin, slightly above her crotch. Which made her body shiver all the way from below, making her giggle, and take again a seated position. “It’s just my paw, I’m not gonna move it. Just try to be calm,” He said, nuzzling his cheek on hers from behind. Moving his other paw back to her, he applied rhythmic pressure on the upper part of her slit, until Pinkie started to gasp, followed by her feeling something that was sliding out,

He kept his paws in place, pulling upwards on her hooded love button with one pad of his paw, while other was exploring just below almost without moving at all. Until the small and tender layer of skin protecting Pinkie's most sensitive part gave up, exposing her clitoris for first time in her life. Causing a sensation of thrill and excitement.

they both had bowed down in unison trying to see what had happened; Pinkie with some fear, but the diamond dog with certain joy for the accomplishment.

“No, wait, that’s not... stop,” Pinkie pleaded, taking his paw away from there. “That was...” She said without know how to end the phrase.

“Have you exposed that part of your body before?” Blacky asked, but getting only a confused expression in return. In fact it was for Pinkie a sensation very hard to explain. It was hot, almost hurtful. She could feel even the fresh air rounding her Clit. It had been painful but somehow it had felt good too.

“That’s a sensitive part on the body of any mare. Don’t worry, it’s meant to make you feel good. I'm not going to hurt you. All nervous as you are right now, It might have felt... frightening. Don't be scared, I just want to help you out.” He explained to Pinkie, who seemed sad, especially with her mane like that.

“I’m not frightened,” She assured, while her nerves pulled a forced a smile onto her face.

”Oh, you’re not? Well, you see? You were only nervous, it doesn't tickle that much.” Blacky said, letting her notice that his other paw had been softly rubbing the bare skin of her teats the whole time.

She reacted to that by bursting into laughter, and snorting. She jumped away, breaking his embrace.

“No, that still tickles,” Pinkie retorted, looking back at the dog, with such a joyful expression that her mane would have puffed again, if the next movement of Blacky hadn’t been to rest with his back on the ground, exposing his doghood out of his sheath, all for her.

“I promised that I was going to help you. I don’t know if it helps, but...” He said, before lifting his head, to find Pinkie frozen, almost touching his member with the hoof of her retracted foreleg, utterly shocked. Pinkie was unable to move a single muscle, or show any sign of reply.

“Pinkie, Pinkie? Pinkie...!” The dog worriedly shouted.

“What? I’m here! What?” Pinkie worriedly answered, snapping out of it, but immediately considering again, if she should stretch her foreleg to touch the weird looking exposed meat of the diamond dog. It had a shape very different from the one she would expect in a stallion. More pointy, and weirdly stained in white, and yet red. Glowing with the shades of raw meat, like an injury, or something hurtful to touch.

“Urgh, Pinkie. I think you're still nervous,” Blacky said after watching her paralyzed next to him. “Your first time shouldn’t be in this ugly and dirty place either, this alley never liked me anyways,” Blacky said lifting his torso, but staying seated in that spot, sheathing himself again, and hiding his bulge within his coat.

“But, but...” Pinkie whispered, without forming any request. She just extended her hoof, with some visible regret pouring through the bangs of her straight mane.

“Is there any place where you feel safe, Pinkie? Any place that you like, where you can relax...” He asked smiling, ignoring her sad expression.

“Well, there’s a place, but...” She answered frowning, with a hoof on her chin. “But, I dunno...”

“What? Is it a public place?” He whispered, while looking around.

“No, actually it's going to be totally empty for a couple of days. But I’m not sure if I should...” Pinkie replied, thoughtful.

“Well, it’s not like if we’re going to do something bad with the place,” He said standing up on four legs, and walking around her before whispering in her ear, “Think of it as... some kind of party. It’ll be fun, and the place will be undamaged; I guarantee. Could you throw a party in that place?”

“A party? well, I- I don’t see any problem if we have a party there at all. Wanna go to Sugarcube Corner with me?” Pinkie tentatively asked.

“Yes.” He said, snuggling her. “You go first and I’ll catch up as soon as I can. I need to pick something up first, or everypony is going to start wondering where I am. Okay?” He asked in her ear again. Being secretive was never an unnecessary precaution in a public space.

“I- Uhm... is this a secret?” She asked back, also whispering in his ear.

“If you wish.” He answered smiling, and at normal volume. Then she started to trot away, excited but cautious on her way out of the alley. “Oh, and. Pinkie, have breakfast!” He recommended, just before Pinkie went out of the alley, trying to act normal. Which everypony considered a strange behavior in her.

A moment later, Blacky did the same, except that he used two legs in public, four was more like a defensive position and better for running, which is what he would wanted to do, but running in predator stance around Ponyville could attract negative attention. He didn’t want to make Pinkie wait. The first stop he had to make was at his own house, not far from that spot, but for the second stop, he had planned to deliver a message to somepony. Luckily the gray delivery mare with weird eyes was passing over there. He wasn't very sure of her name, but she was going to prove be useful, for a second time that day.

To Be Continued.

Author's Note

Special thanks to Gabriel LaVedier and Admiral Hoofsome for editing this chapter.

also to everyone in the Clopfics Group that helped me proofreading: MindFcuk in Aisles, ShootingStar159, tailsopony and ElectricalBanana.

The name of the chapter was based on Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage the Elephant. Known also as Borderlands 1 intro. I wanted a good rock theme from Splinter Cell but I didn't find any, nor from Metal Gear, I had to settle with this song that isn't bad at all.