Hybrid Rainbow

Once again, Pinkie Pie's trusty party cannon has proven itself useful.

Too useful, that is.

The Mane Five found themselves sprawled across the plush sofas and armchairs that made up the northern side of the Wonderbolts Mansion's main hall. Despite busying themselves with entertaining activities like counting the sandstone bricks at the base of the walls, staring to space and fiddling with a small tin of rubber bands, Spike and the others had their work at preparing the party all cut out for them thanks to Pinkie's prized invention. There was one major snag, however -

They were bored out of their minds.

Having arrived at the mansion mere minutes after Rainbow Dash and friends left for lunch, they found the place devoid of nearly all life, save for the far-off whine of a janitor's vacuum; the perfect opportunity to load up the party cannon and let it work its magic. Twenty thundering rounds of party-based artillery fire provided the balloons, streamers, karaoke machines, favors, tableware, snacks and everything else required for a night to remember with efficiency and accuracy that was beyond the impossible. The only thing that had to be brought in manually, however; was the calorie-crammed, colossal cake made by Pinkie Pie herself, who adamantly refused to allow it to be fired out of that pink Howitzer of hers.

Such a sugary pillar of confectionary decadence was far too good to be used as simple ammunition.

Although that invention of hers saved everypony a ton of back-wracking labor, it left them with enough free time to take a look around the mansion, take themselves on a tour of the mansion, get some exercise by walking around the mansion and simply wandering through the halls of the mansion. Twice.

Spike let out an agonized yawn, his eyes glazed over with a hybrid of boredom and irritation. "Ugh, where in the world is everypony?!" Groaned the baby Dragon, feeling an increasingly irresistible urge to bang his head against the armrest of his couch. "I'm bored out of my freakin' mind here!"

"Spitfire and Rainbow Dash went out to eat, the rest of the Wonderbolts are out fighting some giant monster and the party doesn't start for another six hours." Said Twilight, reading a book she found on the shelf about the history of the Wonderbolts. "Didn't I already tell you that?"

"Oh, right..." He said in a deadpan tone of voice. "This place has a kick-awesome rec room, so why don't we just use that instead of loafing about doing nothing?"

"Them Wonderbolts don't like strangers usin' their stuff without their say-so." Applejack replied, prompting a heavy groan from the Dragon sitting on the couch across from her. The farmpony was laid out on her back, staring up at the frescos of Wonderbolts in mid-flight that adorned the arched plaster ceiling above. "Buncha snooty, upper-crusty showponies if ya ask me..."

"Why are you so irritable, Applejack?" Asked Twilight. "It's not like you to act so crotchety. You sure that your estrus isn't making you emotional?"

"'Course not! I'm not smellin' like a mare on a hot date, am I? Plus, ah took my Regumate today, so there's no worries, alright?"

"But... there must be something that's making you feel that way, right?" Fluttershy inquired, pawing at the carpet's fringes below. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking..."

"Ah don't mind, sugarcube. It's just..." Applejack sighed heavily. "...complicated, that's all."

"Sure you don't want to talk about it with us, AJ?" Asked Rarity, sprawled out suggestively on her side of Applejack's couch, reading a fashion magazine from seven months ago. "If it's romantic issues, then I might be able to give you some helpful advice. I am the go-to gal when it comes to amorous affairs, after all."

"Ah can tell by the racket you always love makin' while makin' love with Big Macintosh. And ah don't think I can keep giving Apple Bloom the 'wait 'til yer older' response for much longer..."

"I can't help it, darling. Big Macintosh is simply everything a mare could ask for under the covers; which says quite a bit when you consider that he prefers rutting with other stallions..."

"Speakin' o' ruttin', can somepony please explain what's up with Pinkie Pie?"

The aforementioned party animal was squirming and writhing around on the couch she was sleeping on, interrupted by the odd bout of suggestive hip-thrusting. All while making giddy little squeaking noises of varying pitch and volume, oblivious to the odd stares she was getting from the others.

"Brace yourselves, everypony -" Said Spike, a mix of concern and exasperation evident in his voice. "Pinkie Pie is in heat."

"Umm...Pinkie? Are you okay?" Asked Fluttershy.

"Hey Pinkie - got something to share with us?" Twilight inquired.

Much to the shock and confusion of Spike and the other mares, Pinkie simply vanished into thin air without a trace or puff of smoke, later materializing directly under Fluttershy's armchair cushion that squeezed a frightened squeal out of the canary-coated introvert.

"Please don't do that again, Pinkie." She said.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it!" Chimed the random pink phenomena, standing upright with the cushion and Pegasus balanced effortlessly on her head. "I'm just in heat! A real super-duper, hot-n'-horny kinda heat! Some Ponies think I'm some childish, logic-defying cartoon character made for the sole purpose of selling toys and throwing parties, but nooooo, when this mare gets in the mood, I'm the kind of party animal that stallions can only dream of!"

An awkward silence befell upon the entire room.

"Yeeeeeeaaaahhhh, I'm sure you are, Pinkie..." Said Twilight, visibly perturbed.

"I take it that you're...sexually active yourself, darling?" Rarity said nervously, unsure of what exactly was going to happen next. Pinkie Pie was unpredictable to begin with, but when you add estrus into the mix, the universe itself could explode at any minute!

"Of course I am!" Pinkamena Diane Pie proudly declared, zipping off to Twilight's couch, causing poor Fluttershy to tumble clumsily onto the floor. "You wouldn't believe how many stallions I've slept with! In fact, when I'm in heat, folks start referring to me as 'Kinky Pie' instead of 'Pinkie Pie!' Isn't that just silly?!" She added, staring straight into Twilight's terrified eyes, less than an inch away from her face.

The lilac-hued bookworm laughed sheepishly, fearing that the excitable filly in front of her was going to turn the TMI way past eleven. "Eheheh...What exactly do you mean by that, Pinkie?"

"You just had to say it, Twilight." Groaned Spike, rolling his eyes and burying himself under a couch cushion. The purple Dragon braced himself for a barrage of information from Pinkie that he would've been better off not hearing about at all.

"This ain't gonna be pretty..." Said Applejack, cringing.

"Oh dear..." Gasped Rarity.

"Eep." Eeped Fluttershy.

Fortunately for them, Pinkie Pie was a very mature mare; well understanding of the complex social norms and etiquette when it came to discussing matters as private and personal as one's sex life.

"Oh, it's easy! It's just that I have such a super-duper creative mind when it comes to having sexy time that boring old-fashioned sex can get tiresome sometimes, believe it or not!" She laughed, her giggle-fits punctuated by pig-like snorts. In contrast to her look of absolute glee, the faces of Pinkie Pie's audience were etched with pure, unrefined horror. "Which is why I like to do what a lot of ponies call 'Kinky sex!' Isn't that such a funny word? It rhymes with 'Pinkie,' too! Which is why they call me 'Kinky Pinkie' after all! Ooh, but 'Kinky Pie' sounds good, too! Or 'Kink Pink'. Or 'Kinkamena Diane Pie', for that matter... Kinky Pinkie, Kinky Pinkie, Kinky Pinkie, Pinkie Kinky! Isn't that just the funniest?"

"Pinkie..." Said Twilight, starting to get irritated. Pinkie Pie just kept on running her mouth and pronking around her friends in circles.

"Oh, sorry! Anyway, back onto the sexy time party part thingy! One of the things I absolutely love about kinky sex is all of the many many super-fun things you can do with so many many different super-fun things! You would be amazed at the different kinds of hot stuff that you can do with an extension cord, an egg-beater and a rubber spatula! You can even combine several different kinds of household objects to form new kinds of sex toys you never thought were even possible!"

"Pinkie..."

"You don't have to worry, though, I only use my own property for that kind of stuff so that Mr. and Mrs. Cake don't get angry or get into trouble with the city health inspector! I also use my own toys, although they're definitely not the kind that kids play with, since they're the kind that you buy at those shops that are only found in the side alleys of town. If I'm throwing a Hearts and Hooves Day party or any other kind of party like that at Cadence's palace, it always drives the stallions and fillies wild when I try on those tight and shiny black latex stockings! They look really good on me, too! Pink and black is always a sexy color combination, which is why I also like wearing that tight stealth suit that I once wore while helping Twilight sneak into the Royal Canterlot Library that one time! But as I was saying about the kinky sex, I always find that, with a little modification, the mixer can be used for some really epic sex! Why just the other day, I had the mixer on while at the same time, I had a lava lamp and a potato up my-"

"PINKIE!!!" Screamed Twilight, having had far enough of Pinkie's uncalled-for confessions, along with almost everypony else in the room that shared her sentiments.

"What is it, Twilight?" Asked Pinkie Pie, as if absolutely nothing happened.

The Unicorn groaned in exasperation. "Rainbow Dash and Spitfire are home."

"Oh, goodie!"

Rainbow Dash greeted the Mane Five, along with Tank, Soarin' and Spitfire, who helped guide her over to the couch for a lie-down. The Captain of the Wonderbolts was looking a little uncomfortable - queasy, even. Her eyelids hung heavy with fatigue, cradling her stomach with a single hoof as Rainbow Dash helped her onto the couch. Gently shifting herself into its silky cushions, Spitfire turned over onto her side and rested her head in her front legs on the soft arm of the couch, letting out a rather unlady-like belch.

"Oogh, I feel so full..." She moaned.

"Somethin' wrong, Spitty?" Asked Applejack, repositioning herself into an upright sitting position that reminded Fluttershy a little too much of a certain jade-colored Unicorn.

"Spitfire got really really hungry all of a sudden at the diner and ate a little too much too quickly." Soarin' replied, happily wagging his tail as he came up to greet the orange farmpony. "So whatcha up to up?"

"Pinkie Pie was just givin' us a real bang-up tale 'bout her sex life." She replied.

"Yeah, a little too informative." Quipped Fluttershy.

"You really shouldn't be so...overt about your sexual habits, Pinkie Pie..." Said Rarity, making the spontaneous pink ball of energy blush crimson hues into her cheeks.

Pinkie Pie giggled sheepishly, giving the fashionista a guilty grin. "Eheheh...Sorry." Her ears fell to their sides.

"Anything I can get you, Spitfire?" Asked Rainbow Dash, petting the yellow mare's shoulder affectionately.

"An antacid and a glass of water would do just fine, Dash." She replied groggily.

"Comin' right up!" The spectrum-haired said with a salute before promptly trotting off to the kitchen, all eyes watching her as she disappeared behind the mahogany doors leading to the dorm rooms. The hollow clop of her hooves against ceramic tiles slowly faded away before disappearing into the next room, preceded by the heavy thud of the doors closing behind her. Rainbow Dash was showing her loyalty much more than ever before when it came to helping Spitfire out, almost becoming a willing slave at times, much to the captain's embarrassment. As much as Spitfire appreciated Rainbow being her own personal doormare, she felt a little uncomfortable being waited on hoof and hoof everywhere she went, especially if a water puddle stood in her path and subsequently having Rainbow Dash become her own personal doormat.

"Heh, wow... Looks like Rainbow Dash is really living up to her title as the Element of Loyalty, isn't she?" Said Twilight, smiling warmly.

"She is my biggest fan, so I'm really - urp - not all that surprised..." Said Spitfire, suppressing the turbulence deep in her stomach. "Although I feel so embarrassed sometimes when she exerts herself like that. As much as I love getting pampered by an adoring fan, there are times when it really - hic - starts to get unhealthy. Say, what were you guys talking about before we got here, anyway?"

"Sex, Spitfire, sex." Spike said bluntly. The Wonderbolt felt a blush flare up on her face and a smile curl on the edge of her lips.

"Yeah, I was just sharing some of the details of my own super-fun sex life!" Chimed Pinkie, getting comfortable on the couch next to Twilight, leaning up against the blushing bookworm.

"Which we weren't really all that keen on hearin' in the first place, though." Said Applejack, still a little irritated.

"I wouldn't mind hearing that!" Soarin' chuckled, giving a pervy smile.

"Don't encourage her." Twilight said icily.

"Yeah, I can see why that would be a bit of an issue considering how jumpy she is..." Spitfire remarked, with a warm smile. "But manners and etiquette aside, I always feel that it's important to explore one's sexuality, if not talk about the subject of sex, most importantly." Spitfire covered her mouth as she let out another petit burp. "Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, it is mating season - and a particularly long one, as Canterlot astrologers were so keen to point out, so we may as well have a nice little discussion about our sex lives, no?"

"Ah think we'll pass on the topic of sex." Said Applejack, letting out a tired yawn. "Can't it wait until the party?"

"Don't mind her, Spitfire, she's just being a bit of a grumpy-pants today." Said Pinkie.

"Really?" Twilight asked Spitfire. "The Celestial Coven of Canterlot said that?"

"Yep. Six solid weeks of heat and we're only on the beginning of the week number two." The fire-haired mare said.

"Oh my..." Fluttershy remarked, shivering a bit.

"Oh dear..." Said Rarity.

"Oh great..." Groaned Spike.

Rainbow Dash returned from the dorms, pushing a small trolley cart carrying a fizzy, cloudy glass of water over to Spitfire's side of the couch, gingerly handing the cup to her idol, which she quickly emptied down her throat. Returning the empty glass to its place on the cart, Rainbow Dash sat down between her and Soarin', contently resting her chin on her plush flank.

"It's not that bad, Spot." Said the golden filly.

"It's 'Spike.'" The baby Dragon snapped back.

"Whoops! Sorry..." Spitfire smiled nervously, embarrassed by her sometimes foggy memory. "I'm not good with names, sometimes." The Wonderbolt reached a hoof back to ruffle Dash's colorful hair, making the blue mare's mouth curl up into a satisfied smile.

"Seems like Dash has taken a shine to you, Spitfire..." Applejack remarked, the acidic tone of subtle jealousy sharpening her voice.

"And I can see Soarin' has taken a shine to you, AJ..." Replied Spitfire, gesturing to Soarin's lovestruck stare towards the subsequently uncomfortable farmpony.

"I can see that." The orange Earth Pony cringed a bit from Soarin's goofy smile and dilated pupils, which judging by their movement, were hard at work checking out Applejack's body from head to hoof, much to the delight of everypony else in the room.

"So Soarin', how did you get into the Wonderbolts in the first place?" Asked Fluttershy, snapping Soarin' out of his AJ-induced trance to relieve the creeped-out apple-bucker.

"Oh-ho, I can do that!" Soarin' chuckled, much to Spitfire's chagrin. "In fact, I can tell you guys how Spitfire made the team, too!"

"You're too kind, Soarin'." Said Spitfire, a warm smile painted onto her face.

"Anytime, Spitz! Anyway, it all started three years ago in the summer time when I was still in high school..."

Over the course of Soarin's lengthy, hour-long story, Spitfire's mind began to start turning towards certain thoughts. Thoughts of her and Rainbow Dash together and how they might spend the rest of their lives after that inevitable day when either one of them would pop the question. Looking back at the sleeping fan-filly using her flank as a pillow with her dreamy brown eyes, Spitfire began to mentally ask herself numerous questions sparked by her fantasies...

When would we get married? And where? What kind of wedding dress would Rainbow Dash look best in? And what of my dress?

Where would we have our honeymoon? Canterlot? Cloudsdale? Certainly not someplace local. Maybe Las Pegasus? Dash always said that she loved the bright lights and sounds of its many shows and casinos...

And what if I wanted a child someday? As much as I would love to, getting pregnant from Rainbow Dash just wouldn't be possible at all. Unless there was a spell of some kind to do so, but I've never heard of one ever existing. There is a sperm bank at Ponyville hospital, but I don't feel all that comfortable raising the child of a stallion I've never met before. And that's not even an option; I'm practically sterile. Should we adopt one, instead? Or should we even have a child in our future family? Rainbow's not exactly a model parent or sister, even though that one little filly absolutely adores her. What was her name again? Scooter? Scooterola? Scotloo? Gah, it's on the tip of my tongue...

I know it's best not to rush any relationship, but what else is there to know about her? Rainbow Dash loves me and I love her, so shouldn't that be enough, if not all that really matters? I wish I paid more attention to my dad when he talked about relationships with me years ago... I haven't heard much about Rainbow Dash's fantasies, so that's something I could ask her about, but it's still asking about sex! All I really know about her interests is in flying and aerial acrobatics, but that's not what she's all about, right? Maybe she's into...knitting as well? No, no, no! That's not awesome at all! Stupid heat...why won't you just go away and let me think about something normal?! I have been, actually, but the topic of sex always seems to override everything else on my mind! Surely, this is my heat talking and not a sign that I'm addicted...

But how do I even get to that point in a relationship? I haven't had an actual boyfriend since junior high! I know so little about dating aside from the very basics of getting dinner, spending time together and have the off-chance of a make-out session? I've had sex so many times before, but never with somepony that genuinely loves me. It's been so long since I've really been held in another's hooves, I've almost forgotten what it feels like... And because of my work schedule, I hardly get any time to go out and look for a date! And how would Equestria even react when they find out that I'm in love with Rainbow Dash, let alone another mare?

Come on, Rainbow Dash... I love you so much! So why, then, isn't it easy to just say that, go on a date and then finally, finally fuck?!

"...And that's how we got to be proud members of the Wonderbolts!" Soarin' concluded, even bluer in the face from his riveting, incredibly long-winded tale. It was a story so thrilling, so heart-pounding and so utterly mesmerizing, that everypony else fell fast asleep. Almost everypony, since Pinkie was the only one actually listen, Spitfire had zoned out and Spike simply left the room altogether. Soarin's face slumped from a combination of disappointment from his audience's reactions and a shortage of oxygen from having ran his mouth for so long.

The blue stallion took in lungfuls of breath from hyperventilation. "Well, at least Pinkie...Pinkie Pie enjoyed it..." He puffed, noticing the five slumbering bodies around him.

"And boy did I ever!" Said the lovestruck Earth Pony, staring at Soarin' with a look that simply screamed "do me right now," giving him his own lustful smile.

"Yeah, you might want to shorten that story by quite a bit, Soarin'." Said Spitfire, nudging Rainbow Dash to wake her up. "But you have gotten a lot better at reducing the length of those stories, so you got something going there."

"Thanks."

Rainbow Dash let out an almost exaggerated yawn as she rose to her hooves, eyes glazed with fatigue. "W-what's going on?" She moaned.

"Nothing much." Spitfire replied, leaping off of the couch and walking off towards the dorms. "I just wanted to...talk with you about something, is that okay with you?"

Dash was quick to follow Spitfire, leaving Soarin's fate in Pinkie Pie's hooves. "Really? Well, what did you want to talk about?"

"Just...stuff. Personal stuff." The yellow pegasus replied, her naturally seductive face flushed orange-red and moistened with sweat.

"What do you mean by that?" Rainbow's wings raised a few inches, wondering if this was going to be that "moment of truth" with her idol itself...

"You'll see, Rainbow Dash. You'll see. Just come with me to my room and we'll have ourselves a nice little chat..."

Meanwhile, Pinkie Pie was teasing Soarin' delicate nose with her tail, filling his nostrils and frying his brain's circuits with the intoxicating smell of sugary pheremones. The party animal raised her rump right in front of face, giving him a very good view of her swollen sex and moist vulva. Perhaps most noticeable was her hair, which deflated from curly and bouncy to long, limp and wavy - like the hair of a Canterlot supermodel. Pinkamena's hairstyle was always known for changing its shape and style with her mood.

Exactly how though, was anypony's guess.

"So, Soarin'..." Pinkie said in a very uncharacteristically husky voice. "...Feel like throwing a little private party in your room and in yours truly?" She added, shaking her wiggly pink rump in front of the stallion's entranced eyes.

Pinkie's sweet, saccharine musk was far too much for Soarin's estrus-wracked brain to resist, his wings and member sticking out as hard and straight as barge poles.

"LET'S DO THIS!!" He whinnied, rearing up on his hind legs before briskly picking his mate up in his arms and gleefully flying off straight for his bedroom on the southern side of the dorm wing, shuttling Pinkie Pie off her hooves with all four of his like a cargo airship.

"WOO-HOO!" Pinkie hollered at the top of her lungs. "RIDE ME LIKE THE FRIENDSHIP EXPRESS!!"