Rainbow Dash Buys a Pornygraphic Magazine.
Rainbow's Pornygraphic Magazine.
Rainbow's Pornygraphic Magazine.
Rainbow Dash and Twilight were in their way to Carousel Boutique. Earlier in that day both of them had been found by her friend Rarity and she had asked then for a little chit-chat to get a little advice; something involving Applejack. But right then they were saving Ponyville from an Eldritch Abomination, so they promised to go later. It was until early that night that they got enough time to fulfill their promise.
In their way over there, they considered different possibilities to alleviate the damage if these two began a fight, or any other possibility in which Rarity might need any advice about her relationship with Applejack. But just after reach the Carousel Boutique area, they noticed something suspicious. It sure couldn't be the same monster from earlier, but it was coming from inside the boutique. So they took a peek view from a window, and found out that both of their friends had settled her differences.
Applejack was Bucking Rarity’s backside silly with a black strapon double dildo over the sewing table. Twilight and Rainbow Dash could hear Rarity’s far pleasure cries even before enter to the boutique. But they had took the courtesy of only watch through the window without interrupt theirs friends important issues.
And it seemed important for Applejack indeed, she was smirking while smacking Rarity’s cutie mark with a hoof, and pulling her mane with the other.
“So yah’r gonna be my shoompy-dumpy sweatie-twatie pony pie” Applejack happily commanded from above.
“Yes, YES!! I’ll be your shoompy-dumpy sweatie-twatie pony pie! juST KEEP GOING!!!” Rarity confirmed just as calmed as she could, in a very convincing way.
Outside Rainbow Dash noticed that Twilight had started to touch herself, but she didn’t say anything; her friend doing that was actually cute, and being there without touch herself made Rainbow even more cooler, or so she thought, that’s why she resisted the urge of also slid a hoof into her lower set of lips and scratch her heat away.
When Twilight finally noticed that she was being watched, she blushed flattening her ears to the back of her head. Trying to share the guilt with her cyan friend, she look behind, passing her friend’s folded wings into the lower part of Rainbow’s hind legs, but her hooves were firm on the floor.
Rainbow Dash saw the whole intention of that move, and proudly of herself, striked a dramatic pose, with a cocky grin on her face.
“What is this thing in my hoof?” Twilight said a little confused looking at the varnished hoof she was using unconsciously to pleasure herself.
“Don’t you know!?” Rainbow Dash asked, utterly confused but forcibly trying to keep her wings in their place.
“I’m not sure,” Twilight said, smelling the hot fluid and even giving a small lick to the point of her hoof to taste it.
Rainbow Dash spread her wings fully open, or maybe they opened by themselves, she didn’t care right then.
“Doesn’t this excite you?” Twilight sheepishly asked to her tomboyish friend after point a hoof at the window. Rarity’s moans were still clearly audible in the outside.
“Nah, I’m too cool for that. But I can’t blame you though, it’s ok if you wanna peeping out!”
“No!, I mean. I- I want to... For scientific reasons of course! But, I would feel guilty if only I...”
“No problem, Twi. Everypony loses their minds the first time they seen something like this. Look, the first time I did...
I was still a filly back then, up in Cloudsdale, I had never saw anypony else besides pegasi, or even landed in that old land of yours, but Fluttershy was already my friend. We were blank flanks, and she had dragged me to a festival of some sort, a drawing meeting or something, I don’t know; but she was checking up some books and I was just gazing a pile of magazines, then I saw it, it didn’t catch my eye in the first second, but the cover was very funny, a mare with a funny expression and a stallion between her hind legs, it was a pornygraphic magazine, but I didn’t even knew such things existed back then.
In any case I opened it, and I still remembering what I saw inside, I could never forget, neither the funny feeling on my wings or beneath my hind legs.
When fluttershy finished her business she show me some books she wanted to buy, but I didn’t show her the magazine I had just found, I wanted it to be only mine, my precious, what a wonderful magazine.
When I asked how much it was at the clerk’s desk before leave, they told me I shouldn’t buy it, so they took it off from me. No without a fight! in which I was easy because Fluttershy seemed to start to sob.
Anyway, I couldn’t forget of that magazine for ages, some years later, when we had found already our cutie marks, I found out a draw from Fluttershy in which two bunnies were bucking tartarus out from each other, and I knew it! I just realized then and there; about what I had seen before. I have always wondered if telling Fluttershy about it was the correct thing to do, since she dropped her drawings that day, and she never drew again...
In any case; Some years after that, I convinced fluttershy to return to the meeting, but I knew what I was looking for, I didn’t found anything lost at the regular magazine shelves. My plan was to take it and hide it under my wings, to walk away out from there with it. So I wanted to go to the back side of the place to find my precious magazine, but I couldn’t tell to flutters to come with me, you know how she is. So I took my opportunity when we passed near, I just took a quick look at everything I could inside that section, but I couldn’t find the same magazine that had haunted me for so many years; I knew the cover, the content, I could even remember the texture of the paper, but I couldn’t found it that year.
Over the time I had returned to that silly meeting just to look for that very same magazine, and as I was growing up, my plans changed from steal it, to ask to somepony to buy it for me, an older pony that could ask me some bits in return from the favor, but even like that it was totaly worthy for me. I even could try to convince Fluttershy about buy it for me if I found it. When I become old enough, my plan was to just say I was older enough to buy something like that, but back that time I had several worries about how other ponies could see me if I bought anything like that for myself. But my worries and plans were always useless, I could never find that very same magazine again, so I never stole it, payed somepony to buy it for me, or bought it myself.
Eventually I ended buying a pornygraphic magazine; I went to a whole different city where nopony knew me, I dyed my coat, and bought a hat and a pair of sunglasses as disguise, but it was not the very same magazine I had watched years before, and when I was watching it, simply wasn’t the same feeling I had the first time”.
When Rainbow Dash finished her story and opened her eyes, Twilight was seated under the well lighted window of Carousel Boutique; hunches on the floor, her mane was a disaster, her hooves were just as wet as the pool of dampness under her loins, and she was breathing heavily; exhausted but with a happy smile on her face, just the same as the two mares inside the building.
After recover her breath and return home, Twilight told Rainbow about the importance of keep her:
“observation activities, with only scientific purposes, of ‘this’ night, as a secret.”
But after a brief “yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever” of the cyan pegasus, Twilight tried appealing to her sense of empathy and asked:
“Well, Rainbow. Then... what happened? Did you ever found out that same magazine again?”
“Sure! I found it. Pinkie Pie had a copy all along, when she showed me her collection of pornygraphic magazines, I was like: ‘Sure, Pinkie. You show me.’ But when I saw that magazine just standing there, it was SO-AWESOME! All that excitement of the first time returned to me.
But that time I knew what I could do with it. So I slipped into Pinkie’s bathroom, and I released so many years of frustration that afternoon. Only Celestia knows how many clients from Sugarcube Corner could hear me; but I didn’t care, I had at least ‘MY’ precious magazine with me, and I knew that this time, it was going to be for-ever.”
“Oh! Nice, but why Pinkie had such an old magazine?”
“Well... I’m not very sure,” Rainbow Dash said, rubbing one of her front hooves in her shin, “I never asked her why, or how, she came across that magazine; but Mr. and Mrs. Cake are the ones in the cover”.
