Cheaterby Mr VChaptersChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 1"It turns out that Twilight really did turn the monster into candy! So I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happened next..." Pinkie hops about the colorful kitchen of Sugar Cube Corner with a bright and sunny smile, happily gathering ingredients as she tells you another of her long and bizarre tales. She's just come to the point where she and her friends rescued Princess Luna from a dimension of ghosts. You laugh to yourself as you remove the latest batch of cookies from the oven, being extra careful not to burn your mouth. That was one lesson you had to learn the hard way. With a sudden start, you realise that you'd allowed your attention to drift from Pinkie's story. "And that's when my nose started hurting because I got all that spaghetti sauce in it, which is so~o weird because I wasn't even eating spaghetti! Then Rarity said she never wanted me to throw her a birthday party again." And just as you expected, you no longer have any idea what she's talking about. You place the cookies aside to cool, watching Pinkie out of the corner of your eye as she pours a pan of melted chocolate into a mixing bowl, humming a lively melody to herself. You give the concoction a dubious look. After all, you don't remember anything like that being on the task list today. "What is this stuff exactly?" you ask, "Did Mrs. Cake give you a special order or something?" Pinkie tosses the empty pan onto the growing pile of dishes in the sink and turns to you with a shake of her head, "Nope," she says, placing the bowl under a mixer and lowering the beaters, "this is a Pinkie Pie original! Three different kinds of chocolate sauce, blended together..." she clicks the power button on the machine, starting up the quiet whirring of the motor, "with just a teeny hint of orange zest." She looks away with a confused expression. "Zest. Zzzeesssssst. Omigosh! That's such a funny word, isn't it?" You're about to respond when Pinkie interrupts you with a playful nuzzle. "I could never get so much work done before you came along. You're such a super good boyfriend!" You laugh. "Well it's easy, when I have such a great gal," you reply as you return the nuzzle and place a small kiss just behind her ear, smiling as her cheeks slowly turn a deeper pink and her eyes dart shyly to the floor. As much as you love her adorable voice, you also love how easily you can make her speechless. In her agitation, she fumbles about on the counter, carelessly raising the mixer out of the bowl before she remembers to turn it off. With a panicky shriek, she realises her mistake as the spinning beaters scatter mounds of gooey chocolate all over the room. Pinkie herself suffers the worst of the barrage before she manages to shut down the machine, leaving her splattered and streaked with dark, melty fudge. You both take a moment to look about the room. Bits of chocolate can be seen chaotically dotting the cabinets, the counter tops...the ceiling. As your eyes drift, you notice Pinkie has begun snickering. And soon the snickering becomes a chuckle, and the chuckle becomes a roar of spirited laughter. "Hahahaa! Did you see that?" she asks, excitedly bouncing up and down, "That was hilarious! That machine was all 'Sspppspspsppsps' and I was like 'Waaaaaah!' and now we're all chocolatey!" She gives your cheek a long and hearty lick. "Heehee, you're so sweet!" Seeing her there, chocolate in her mane, a wide grin on her blushing face and a smile in her shimmering blue eyes as she stares up at you, it feels like your heart is about to bubble over. She laughs as you catch her in your embrace, spinning her around and around as you shower her cheek with kisses. "Pinkie," you laugh as you squeeze her close, "you know what I love most about you?" "Nuh uh. What?" she asks as she squeezes you back. "Everything." She giggles at your answer. "Cheater." With only a glance into each other's eyes, you find your lips pressed together, the kiss so serene and so long that you feel as if you're lost in a dream. She smiles happily for just a moment, keeping her mouth in soft, alluring contact with yours, and then moves closer, once more trapping your lips with that same gentle touch. With little motions, she drifts away, and then back, lovingly brushing the tips of your lips over and over again with sweet, delicate Pinkie Pie kisses. You pull her close and begin eagerly nuzzling her; her cheek against yours, her bouncy curls squeezed under your hoof as you hold her tight. Her skin feels so warm against your lips as you kiss her neck, slowly drawing a path down to the point of her shoulder. She giggles as you lift her from the ground, and clutches your shoulders as you lay her on the floor. Your kisses quickly move lower on her chest, your lips moving passionately over the plush form of her body, and she laughs out loud as you ticklishly lick a streak of chocolate from her belly. You begin longingly kissing and licking away each dot of chocolate, and her laughs dissolve into happy, bubbly moans as you move up once more, bit by bit. With tiny nips at the edge of her throat, you carefully remove each tiny trace of sugary fudge, the chocolate warmed by her skin and the flavor mixing with her own sweet and fruity fragrance. She shivers as you draw your tongue especially slowly up the side of her neck, her skin hot and flushed with excitement. "Y-you're pretty good at this," she says, a lusty tremble in her voice, her breath slow and sultry against your ear. With a devious smirk, you pull away, reaching for the bowl on the counter top. You set it to the side and dip the tip of your hoof in the dark liquid. Pinkie watches amorously as you slowly draw your hoof along her belly, leaving a long, chocolaty streak on her pink tummy. You lean in close, Pinkie quivering in anticipation as you tantalize her with your breath until, with slow and deliberate motions, you begin licking up the chocolate line. She arches her back, her hooves in your mane, and you slip your forelegs around her, both of you greedy for the feeling of your tongue pressed against her skin. You capture the whole stripe with one firm, continuous lick, barely noticing the candy flavor, focused instead on the velvety flesh beneath. You reach again for the chocolate, only to have your hoof pushed away at the last moment by Pinkie Pie. She sticks her own hoof deep into the bowl, and with almost maddening slowness begins to drip the dark, silky chocolate all along her body. Her hoof hovers from her chest, along her belly, down to her hind legs, drizzling a thick line along her center. Using both of her forehooves, she starts to smear the sauce, rubbing slow circles and streaks all along her front, coating herself from hip to chest. Seeing her with that enticing look in her eyes, gazing hungrily at you as she slathers herself, you simply can't resist any longer. Moans and breathy giggles flow from Pinkie as you begin licking, slurping, tasting every inch of her wonderful chocolate covered body. With one hoof you pull her closer, forcing her against your tongue, and with the other you eagerly massage and rub and smear the wet, dripping candy mess, your hoof gliding over her slippery skin from breast to hip, then slowly down her flank as you bury your face in the soft valley of her neck. One by one, you leave a trail of kisses along the base of her jaw, only to have your mouth caught once more by Pinkie's waiting lips. Even now her kiss is gentle, as sweet as the chocolate that coats your snout. As she pulls away, she holds your chocolaty hoof and draws it gently to her mouth. You feel your heart flutter as she touches it to her lips, lightly nibbles at it, licks along the sole, letting the chocolate pile up against her tongue as she draws a deep furrow in the thick coating of fudge. With a final, rough motion, she presses her face against it, nuzzling and rubbing your hoof, coating her lips with the rich, bittersweet liquid. You offer no resistance as she heatedly grabs your head, pulling you into another kiss, only to quickly begin licking at your lips, letting her tongue run roughly over your mouth. You do the same, cleaning the chocolate from her face, feeling a burst of fire in your mind every time your tongues touch. You very quickly forget about the chocolate, forget about the world entirely, concerned only with that hot, wet feeling of your tongues together, time and time again, pressing and stroking one another as you lap voraciously at your lovely Pinkie Pie. Until the sudden crash of a door being thrown open sends you both flying apart. You sputter and panic, scuffling about on the floor, wondering what you could have clonked your head on and praying to whatever Princess may be listening that you won't have to explain to Mrs. Cake why you were licking her employee. "Uh, what's going on?" Rainbow Dash asks, looking a bit unsettled as both you and Pinkie slide chaotically about on the ground. "Why are you both on the floor and ... covered in chocolate?" Pinkie finally manages to stand, her face blazing red as she stutters a response, "W-well, you-you know me, Dashie! Pinkie Pie! I'm so random, right? Haha, yeah ..." she pulls a strand of messy, curly hair from her face, only to have it stick embarrassingly to her hoof. "I'm-I-I should ... I'd better go clean this off! Thanks-for-your-help-today-I'll-see-you-later-I-guess-bye," she says, rattling off a goodbye as she stumbles up the stairs to her room. For a moment, you'd swear Dash looks almost distraught as she watches Pinkie run away. But quickly, her expression turns to annoyance when she her attention to you. "So, are we hangin' out today or what?" she asks. "Uh, yeah! Yeah, no problem," you laugh nervously, "I guess I should ... probably clean up a little bit too, huh?" Chapter 2Despite the admittedly unusual start, you've managed to have one heck of a great day just hanging around and having fun with your best pal Rainbow Dash. Even when it's nothing more than sitting around, chatting back and forth about stupid things, she somehow manages to make every moment you spend together unforgettable. Her lively attitude is apparently contagious, like some kind of very awesome disease. An exciting pick-up game of hoofball with the Apple siblings was a great choice to end a perfect springy afternoon, and now, bellies heavy with milkshakes, you and Rainbow Dash lazily make your way back to her home, bantering and jabbing at each other as usual. "You shouldn't feel too bad," she says, smirking as she slowly tramps along at your side, "after all. Applejack and I are the most athletic ponies in all of Ponyville. You didn't think you could actually win, right? Because that would just be sad. Like, I'd actually feel sad for you if you thought that." "Yeah? Well, the score seemed to say otherwise. You were only ahead by three points at the end." "Pfff," she responds. "Yeah, but that was enough, wasn't it? Besides, you only did so well because Big Mac was on your team," she says smugly. "You just can't get around that guy! He takes up the whole field all by himself. It's a totally unfair advantage," she bumps you with her shoulder as she grins, "Cheater." "Me?" you laugh, "You were using your wings half the time out there! You're the cheater." You find yourself spitting out feathers as Rainbow Dash bats you with her wing. "Oh? You got a problem with my wings?" she laughs, flapping you in the face again. You try to shield yourself from her attacks for only a moment before you lunge at her, hoping to trap her in a playful headlock. But as usual, she's too quick for you and easily slips away. "You'll have to do better than that!" she prods as she quickly shoots out of sight. Before you can even hope to follow her movement, you feel something lightly touching upon your back. You turn your head and, just as you expected, you find Rainbow Dash literally standing on you, all four hooves touching down just above your flank, mockingly staying just out of reach. She scoffs at your feeble attempts to buck her off. "So you're just gonna make me carry you home now, is that it?" you ask. She pretends to think about it for a bit. "Hhhmm-yeah. Pretty much." She plops herself down heavily on your back, hanging her forelegs over your shoulders. "So let's get going, already. We aren't getting any closer just standing here." With an exaggerated sigh, you continue along the road. Beyond the cycling warmth from the sun as you pass between the shadows of the trees along the trail, you feel something unexpected: Dash seems to have wrapped her forelegs rather snugly about your chest. Probably because of the wind, you think. It can still get a bit cool in the evenings, after all. Suddenly, you hear something ... a sound just above a whisper, but you can't quite make it out. "Um, did you say something, Dash?" You hear her mumbling to herself for a moment before she raises her voice "I said ... sorry. I'm sorry for being such a jerk all the time." While you have to smirk at the idea of the amazing Rainbow Dash apologizing for anything, you still want to be supportive. "Ah, come on, you're not a jerk," you reply, "I love the way you are. We always have a good time, right?" As you spoke, it almost felt as if her grip grew tighter for some reason. "You're only making it worse, you know," she whispers. "What do you mean?" "… Nothing …" You stop, only now realising that she seems to be pressing her cheek against you a bit more than you'd think necessary to ward off the brisk air. "Rainbow Dash, is something bothering you? I know I might not be the best pony to go to for advice or anything, but if you want, I can always--" "W-what am I doing wrong then?" she asks, her voice wavering in a way you can't recall having heard before. "How come ... how come it's Pinkie Pie ... who has a great boyfriend, but I don't?" "Is that what this is about?" you ask in disbelief. "Come on, you uh ... you could ... well," despite your best efforts, you can't help stumbling a little at this unexpected line of conversation. "Rainbow Dash, any guy in town would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend." "So, what about you?" You can only respond with a confused stare. "If things were different," she starts uncertainly, "If ... you never met Pinkie Pie, do you think you'd ever consider maybe--" "Go out with you? Yeah, 'In my dreams,' right, Dash?" you laugh. You feel a shift on your back, only to find yourself suddenly tackled into the tall grass beside the road. You look up, under the shadow of an elderberry bush, into the misty eyes of Rainbow Dash. "So, let's just pretend," she says, her voice throaty and trembling with unshed tears. "W-we can pretend that I'm your girlfriend. And you're my boyfriend and you l- … you love ..." Her mane falls into her eyes as her body shakes with her quiet sobs. "Dash ..." you reach up to the pretty young mare standing over you, brushing away her choppy hair from her face, only to have your hoof caught in hers, and hugged tightly against her tear covered cheek. Your mind is racing, leaving you uncertain of how long you lie there, too shocked to speak as your friend dries her eyes with your hoof, her tears dripping onto your chest. "Dash, you're my best friend," you manage to say, "you're Pinkie's best friend, you can't--" "I know! That's what makes it so hard!" she cries. "I love you guys, you know, and I want you to be happy or whatever but -b-but why," she calms herself, meeting your eyes, sniffling and roughly wiping her cheek before she continues, "why can't you look at me the way you look at her?" You honestly don't know how to respond, not that you get a chance to try anyway. Rainbow Dash swiftly lowers her head, her expression a mixture of panic and desire. "But can't we pretend? So I'll know what it's like? J-just for a little while ..." With that, her mouth crashes into yours, crushing your lips together almost painfully. It's rough and hungry, the inexpert act of a desperate young mare who's never been kissed before. Her tears continue to fall, even she continues the harsh contact, her head tilting to the side, her mouth moving, biting, pulling at your lips, her breaths heavy with emotion. You feel her tongue in your mouth, warm, and soft, the hot flesh sliding about, pressing every surface of your own as her breath and yours begin to mix. But then, just as suddenly as it began, the kiss ends. Rainbow Dash drops her face against your shoulder, her forelegs thrown about your neck. "I'm sorry," she quietly weeps, her teeth and eyelids clenched, "I'm sorry! I didn't- I ..." Even if you know it'll probably make things worse, you can't help but wrap your forelegs around her. "It's okay, Dash. I'm not mad or anything. Everything's gonna be fine," you whisper, gently stroking her back. "No it's not," she sniffs, "I've messed everything up now! It's just, when I see you with Pinkie ... I mean, I r-really like being with you, you know? But you'll never ..." She clings to you as she trails off, silently trying to dry her tears on your mane. As you hold her, you begin to understand just how much you need this proud, spontaneous, hotheaded mare in your life. If things had been different … If things had been different, maybe you two could have been together. If you had met her first, if you had known earlier how she felt ... But you can only sigh, because you didn't know. And now? You know you're completely in love Pinkie Pie. You can't imagine your world without her. But Dash ... Can you really only love one of them? As you cast your melancholy eyes to the sky, perhaps hoping to lose yourself in the clouds but knowing that you'll only be reminded of the bright blue pony lying on top of you, you find the last thing you'd ever have expected to see. “Pinkie!?" Chapter 3Your fireplace may be small, but it's perfect for a night like this. The quietly popping flame fills the room with long, dancing shadows and a golden glow that sparkles from the various gleaming surfaces of your meager home, a comfortable warmth against the chill of the early spring air. But then, you doubt that you'll be lacking warmth any time soon. Curled up against your side is a rather affectionate young pegasus, her forelegs wrapped tightly around your middle as though she's afraid you'll run away if she ever lets go. For a long moment, you sit there in front of the fire, just looking at her, watching the light play against her colorful mane and smiling as she snuggles against you. Her eyes shut as if she were settling in for another nap. You reach up to her face, brushing away a red forelock for no other reason than to feel her mane against your hoof. She looks at you with that cocky smirk you've seen a thousand times before, that brash, self-satisfied expression that says "I told you I'd win." Your hold her just a bit tighter as you look into her eyes. You know exactly how you'd like to wipe that smile from her face. ... But ... "Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss her!" Pinkie pipes in from your other side, grinning in amusement as Rainbow Dash casts a flustered glare in her direction. "Pinkie, are you ... really sure about this?" you ask. "Uh, du~uh! It's like I told you, 'There's no rule that says you can only have one girlfriend,' remember? Now hurry up. slowpoke, her lips are waitin'!" Despite your misgivings, you turn back to Rainbow Dash, the pink in her face evident even in the dim light of the fire. With no further hesitation, you lower your lips to hers. Your second kiss is nothing like your first, her desperation replaced with shyness, her inexperience giving way to your expertise as you caress her mouth with soft and subtle motions. As your lips separate, she looks a bit bewildered. "Whoa," she says in a whisper. "That was ... really nice." You suddenly hear the sound of clapping. "Yay! That was great!" Pinkie Pie laughs. "My turn!" With that, she throws her forelegs around your neck and pulls you into a long, deep kiss. Every moment leaves your mind reeling and every taste bud swimming with the spicy flavor of licorice. Eventually, your mouths open together, each of you gasping for air. Yet she keeps her lips on yours, her tongue still held in your open mouth, still slowly moving, licking the tip of your tongue as she draws a hoof along your chest. She pulls away gently, looking satisfied as she raises her hoof to your cheek. "That was nice, wasn't it?" Rainbow Dash huffs as she cuddles against you. "Hmf! Showoff ..." With a grin, she lifts her hoof and gives Pinkie Pie's butt a swift smack. She laughs as Pinkie squeaks, her ears lowering bashfully before she falls against you, her forelegs once more around your neck. But after just a moment she whispers thickly. "Um, you know I ... I think I kinda like that." "You mean this?" you ask, tapping lightly on her flank. She squirms. "Uh huh. Do you think you could ... do that some more?" Quite happy to oblige her timid request, you reach down with a wily smirk. Pinkie's head on your shoulder as you quietly stroke her haunch, moving in a slow orbit around her cutie mark. You lift your hoof and bring it back down with a sharp "pop," feeling her backside jiggle just a bit under your hoof. You move once more, Pinkie's breathy giggles in your ear as she rises off her haunches a little, lifting her rear end for your next strike, giving a small squeal as your hoof connects. With every smack, her breath grows heavier, her reddening backside jumping with each blow. She draws away as you raise your hoof to your mouth and run it slowly over your tongue. Pinkie immediately joins in, and you begin passing your hoof back and forth, tasting each other as the two of you cover the surface with long, sloppy licks. As you pull your hoof away, she immediately starts kissing you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as your hoof lands on her rump with a loud, wet slap. Time and again the room fills with echoing claps, her backside shivering as you rub slowly along her haunch, lingering and circling at the base of her tail. The sound of Rainbow Dash's snickering forces your focus from the trembling pink mare at your side. "Wow," she laughs, "I should have guessed Pinkie Pie would be into that kind of weird stuff." Pinkie hides her face in your mane at the sound of Dash's laughter, hugging your neck tightly in her embarrassment, but you can hear a smile in her voice as she speaks. "Hey, Dashie, have you ever let anyone rub your wings?" You and Pinkie share a devious look as the laughter abruptly ends. Dash begins stuttering as you move your hoof along her wing, gingerly stroking the fuzzy surface. "W-wait a minute," she protests, even as she presses closer to you, one hoof lying weakly on your belly, the other on the floor, pushing her chest against you. As you rub the thick muscles in the center of her back, you feel them begin to flex, her wings gradually extending against her will. "Nnnn ... no~oo ..." She looks at you plaintively, practically panting with heavy, excited breaths. "Don't ... don't look ..." she begs as her wings continue to expand under your gentle kneading. Your forelegs wrapped around both ponies, you all go to the floor as Rainbow Dash pushes you to the ground, Pinkie giggling all the way. Dash buries her nose in your chest, her wings rising stiffly into the air as you stroke her back, massaging softly from her wings down to her backside, caressing her flank as much for yourself as for her. To your side, Pinkie Pie crushes herself to you, squeezing your hind leg between her own as she licks and nibbles the base of your ear. Her body fills your grasp, soft, deliciously feminine, flooding your senses with the feeling of her silky form against your neck, your chest, your legs. On your other side, you savor the lithe, supple physique of Rainbow Dash, her eyes shut, whimpering as she lightly bucks against your touch with every long, solid stroke of your hoof against her muscles. A tender, tremulous moan escapes her throat as she grinds firmly against you, her mouth open, her saliva dripping from her extended tongue, wetting your chests as she slides her fit and slender figure along your body. You share a deep and passionate kiss with Dash as she eagerly tries to push your hoof up to her wings, coaxing you to stroke them with the same heated intensity. Then with a quick turn of your head you're kissing Pinkie Pie, her giggles filling your mouth as she rubs her knee flirtatiously against your flank. As you lie there in the shimmering firelight with these two gorgeous young ponies, your hearts overflowing with love and desire, you can scarcely keep from laughing. Honestly, the situation is so amazing it seems almost ... unfair.
Chapter 1"It turns out that Twilight really did turn the monster into candy! So I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happened next..." Pinkie hops about the colorful kitchen of Sugar Cube Corner with a bright and sunny smile, happily gathering ingredients as she tells you another of her long and bizarre tales. She's just come to the point where she and her friends rescued Princess Luna from a dimension of ghosts. You laugh to yourself as you remove the latest batch of cookies from the oven, being extra careful not to burn your mouth. That was one lesson you had to learn the hard way. With a sudden start, you realise that you'd allowed your attention to drift from Pinkie's story. "And that's when my nose started hurting because I got all that spaghetti sauce in it, which is so~o weird because I wasn't even eating spaghetti! Then Rarity said she never wanted me to throw her a birthday party again." And just as you expected, you no longer have any idea what she's talking about. You place the cookies aside to cool, watching Pinkie out of the corner of your eye as she pours a pan of melted chocolate into a mixing bowl, humming a lively melody to herself. You give the concoction a dubious look. After all, you don't remember anything like that being on the task list today. "What is this stuff exactly?" you ask, "Did Mrs. Cake give you a special order or something?" Pinkie tosses the empty pan onto the growing pile of dishes in the sink and turns to you with a shake of her head, "Nope," she says, placing the bowl under a mixer and lowering the beaters, "this is a Pinkie Pie original! Three different kinds of chocolate sauce, blended together..." she clicks the power button on the machine, starting up the quiet whirring of the motor, "with just a teeny hint of orange zest." She looks away with a confused expression. "Zest. Zzzeesssssst. Omigosh! That's such a funny word, isn't it?" You're about to respond when Pinkie interrupts you with a playful nuzzle. "I could never get so much work done before you came along. You're such a super good boyfriend!" You laugh. "Well it's easy, when I have such a great gal," you reply as you return the nuzzle and place a small kiss just behind her ear, smiling as her cheeks slowly turn a deeper pink and her eyes dart shyly to the floor. As much as you love her adorable voice, you also love how easily you can make her speechless. In her agitation, she fumbles about on the counter, carelessly raising the mixer out of the bowl before she remembers to turn it off. With a panicky shriek, she realises her mistake as the spinning beaters scatter mounds of gooey chocolate all over the room. Pinkie herself suffers the worst of the barrage before she manages to shut down the machine, leaving her splattered and streaked with dark, melty fudge. You both take a moment to look about the room. Bits of chocolate can be seen chaotically dotting the cabinets, the counter tops...the ceiling. As your eyes drift, you notice Pinkie has begun snickering. And soon the snickering becomes a chuckle, and the chuckle becomes a roar of spirited laughter. "Hahahaa! Did you see that?" she asks, excitedly bouncing up and down, "That was hilarious! That machine was all 'Sspppspspsppsps' and I was like 'Waaaaaah!' and now we're all chocolatey!" She gives your cheek a long and hearty lick. "Heehee, you're so sweet!" Seeing her there, chocolate in her mane, a wide grin on her blushing face and a smile in her shimmering blue eyes as she stares up at you, it feels like your heart is about to bubble over. She laughs as you catch her in your embrace, spinning her around and around as you shower her cheek with kisses. "Pinkie," you laugh as you squeeze her close, "you know what I love most about you?" "Nuh uh. What?" she asks as she squeezes you back. "Everything." She giggles at your answer. "Cheater." With only a glance into each other's eyes, you find your lips pressed together, the kiss so serene and so long that you feel as if you're lost in a dream. She smiles happily for just a moment, keeping her mouth in soft, alluring contact with yours, and then moves closer, once more trapping your lips with that same gentle touch. With little motions, she drifts away, and then back, lovingly brushing the tips of your lips over and over again with sweet, delicate Pinkie Pie kisses. You pull her close and begin eagerly nuzzling her; her cheek against yours, her bouncy curls squeezed under your hoof as you hold her tight. Her skin feels so warm against your lips as you kiss her neck, slowly drawing a path down to the point of her shoulder. She giggles as you lift her from the ground, and clutches your shoulders as you lay her on the floor. Your kisses quickly move lower on her chest, your lips moving passionately over the plush form of her body, and she laughs out loud as you ticklishly lick a streak of chocolate from her belly. You begin longingly kissing and licking away each dot of chocolate, and her laughs dissolve into happy, bubbly moans as you move up once more, bit by bit. With tiny nips at the edge of her throat, you carefully remove each tiny trace of sugary fudge, the chocolate warmed by her skin and the flavor mixing with her own sweet and fruity fragrance. She shivers as you draw your tongue especially slowly up the side of her neck, her skin hot and flushed with excitement. "Y-you're pretty good at this," she says, a lusty tremble in her voice, her breath slow and sultry against your ear. With a devious smirk, you pull away, reaching for the bowl on the counter top. You set it to the side and dip the tip of your hoof in the dark liquid. Pinkie watches amorously as you slowly draw your hoof along her belly, leaving a long, chocolaty streak on her pink tummy. You lean in close, Pinkie quivering in anticipation as you tantalize her with your breath until, with slow and deliberate motions, you begin licking up the chocolate line. She arches her back, her hooves in your mane, and you slip your forelegs around her, both of you greedy for the feeling of your tongue pressed against her skin. You capture the whole stripe with one firm, continuous lick, barely noticing the candy flavor, focused instead on the velvety flesh beneath. You reach again for the chocolate, only to have your hoof pushed away at the last moment by Pinkie Pie. She sticks her own hoof deep into the bowl, and with almost maddening slowness begins to drip the dark, silky chocolate all along her body. Her hoof hovers from her chest, along her belly, down to her hind legs, drizzling a thick line along her center. Using both of her forehooves, she starts to smear the sauce, rubbing slow circles and streaks all along her front, coating herself from hip to chest. Seeing her with that enticing look in her eyes, gazing hungrily at you as she slathers herself, you simply can't resist any longer. Moans and breathy giggles flow from Pinkie as you begin licking, slurping, tasting every inch of her wonderful chocolate covered body. With one hoof you pull her closer, forcing her against your tongue, and with the other you eagerly massage and rub and smear the wet, dripping candy mess, your hoof gliding over her slippery skin from breast to hip, then slowly down her flank as you bury your face in the soft valley of her neck. One by one, you leave a trail of kisses along the base of her jaw, only to have your mouth caught once more by Pinkie's waiting lips. Even now her kiss is gentle, as sweet as the chocolate that coats your snout. As she pulls away, she holds your chocolaty hoof and draws it gently to her mouth. You feel your heart flutter as she touches it to her lips, lightly nibbles at it, licks along the sole, letting the chocolate pile up against her tongue as she draws a deep furrow in the thick coating of fudge. With a final, rough motion, she presses her face against it, nuzzling and rubbing your hoof, coating her lips with the rich, bittersweet liquid. You offer no resistance as she heatedly grabs your head, pulling you into another kiss, only to quickly begin licking at your lips, letting her tongue run roughly over your mouth. You do the same, cleaning the chocolate from her face, feeling a burst of fire in your mind every time your tongues touch. You very quickly forget about the chocolate, forget about the world entirely, concerned only with that hot, wet feeling of your tongues together, time and time again, pressing and stroking one another as you lap voraciously at your lovely Pinkie Pie. Until the sudden crash of a door being thrown open sends you both flying apart. You sputter and panic, scuffling about on the floor, wondering what you could have clonked your head on and praying to whatever Princess may be listening that you won't have to explain to Mrs. Cake why you were licking her employee. "Uh, what's going on?" Rainbow Dash asks, looking a bit unsettled as both you and Pinkie slide chaotically about on the ground. "Why are you both on the floor and ... covered in chocolate?" Pinkie finally manages to stand, her face blazing red as she stutters a response, "W-well, you-you know me, Dashie! Pinkie Pie! I'm so random, right? Haha, yeah ..." she pulls a strand of messy, curly hair from her face, only to have it stick embarrassingly to her hoof. "I'm-I-I should ... I'd better go clean this off! Thanks-for-your-help-today-I'll-see-you-later-I-guess-bye," she says, rattling off a goodbye as she stumbles up the stairs to her room. For a moment, you'd swear Dash looks almost distraught as she watches Pinkie run away. But quickly, her expression turns to annoyance when she her attention to you. "So, are we hangin' out today or what?" she asks. "Uh, yeah! Yeah, no problem," you laugh nervously, "I guess I should ... probably clean up a little bit too, huh?"
Chapter 2Despite the admittedly unusual start, you've managed to have one heck of a great day just hanging around and having fun with your best pal Rainbow Dash. Even when it's nothing more than sitting around, chatting back and forth about stupid things, she somehow manages to make every moment you spend together unforgettable. Her lively attitude is apparently contagious, like some kind of very awesome disease. An exciting pick-up game of hoofball with the Apple siblings was a great choice to end a perfect springy afternoon, and now, bellies heavy with milkshakes, you and Rainbow Dash lazily make your way back to her home, bantering and jabbing at each other as usual. "You shouldn't feel too bad," she says, smirking as she slowly tramps along at your side, "after all. Applejack and I are the most athletic ponies in all of Ponyville. You didn't think you could actually win, right? Because that would just be sad. Like, I'd actually feel sad for you if you thought that." "Yeah? Well, the score seemed to say otherwise. You were only ahead by three points at the end." "Pfff," she responds. "Yeah, but that was enough, wasn't it? Besides, you only did so well because Big Mac was on your team," she says smugly. "You just can't get around that guy! He takes up the whole field all by himself. It's a totally unfair advantage," she bumps you with her shoulder as she grins, "Cheater." "Me?" you laugh, "You were using your wings half the time out there! You're the cheater." You find yourself spitting out feathers as Rainbow Dash bats you with her wing. "Oh? You got a problem with my wings?" she laughs, flapping you in the face again. You try to shield yourself from her attacks for only a moment before you lunge at her, hoping to trap her in a playful headlock. But as usual, she's too quick for you and easily slips away. "You'll have to do better than that!" she prods as she quickly shoots out of sight. Before you can even hope to follow her movement, you feel something lightly touching upon your back. You turn your head and, just as you expected, you find Rainbow Dash literally standing on you, all four hooves touching down just above your flank, mockingly staying just out of reach. She scoffs at your feeble attempts to buck her off. "So you're just gonna make me carry you home now, is that it?" you ask. She pretends to think about it for a bit. "Hhhmm-yeah. Pretty much." She plops herself down heavily on your back, hanging her forelegs over your shoulders. "So let's get going, already. We aren't getting any closer just standing here." With an exaggerated sigh, you continue along the road. Beyond the cycling warmth from the sun as you pass between the shadows of the trees along the trail, you feel something unexpected: Dash seems to have wrapped her forelegs rather snugly about your chest. Probably because of the wind, you think. It can still get a bit cool in the evenings, after all. Suddenly, you hear something ... a sound just above a whisper, but you can't quite make it out. "Um, did you say something, Dash?" You hear her mumbling to herself for a moment before she raises her voice "I said ... sorry. I'm sorry for being such a jerk all the time." While you have to smirk at the idea of the amazing Rainbow Dash apologizing for anything, you still want to be supportive. "Ah, come on, you're not a jerk," you reply, "I love the way you are. We always have a good time, right?" As you spoke, it almost felt as if her grip grew tighter for some reason. "You're only making it worse, you know," she whispers. "What do you mean?" "… Nothing …" You stop, only now realising that she seems to be pressing her cheek against you a bit more than you'd think necessary to ward off the brisk air. "Rainbow Dash, is something bothering you? I know I might not be the best pony to go to for advice or anything, but if you want, I can always--" "W-what am I doing wrong then?" she asks, her voice wavering in a way you can't recall having heard before. "How come ... how come it's Pinkie Pie ... who has a great boyfriend, but I don't?" "Is that what this is about?" you ask in disbelief. "Come on, you uh ... you could ... well," despite your best efforts, you can't help stumbling a little at this unexpected line of conversation. "Rainbow Dash, any guy in town would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend." "So, what about you?" You can only respond with a confused stare. "If things were different," she starts uncertainly, "If ... you never met Pinkie Pie, do you think you'd ever consider maybe--" "Go out with you? Yeah, 'In my dreams,' right, Dash?" you laugh. You feel a shift on your back, only to find yourself suddenly tackled into the tall grass beside the road. You look up, under the shadow of an elderberry bush, into the misty eyes of Rainbow Dash. "So, let's just pretend," she says, her voice throaty and trembling with unshed tears. "W-we can pretend that I'm your girlfriend. And you're my boyfriend and you l- … you love ..." Her mane falls into her eyes as her body shakes with her quiet sobs. "Dash ..." you reach up to the pretty young mare standing over you, brushing away her choppy hair from her face, only to have your hoof caught in hers, and hugged tightly against her tear covered cheek. Your mind is racing, leaving you uncertain of how long you lie there, too shocked to speak as your friend dries her eyes with your hoof, her tears dripping onto your chest. "Dash, you're my best friend," you manage to say, "you're Pinkie's best friend, you can't--" "I know! That's what makes it so hard!" she cries. "I love you guys, you know, and I want you to be happy or whatever but -b-but why," she calms herself, meeting your eyes, sniffling and roughly wiping her cheek before she continues, "why can't you look at me the way you look at her?" You honestly don't know how to respond, not that you get a chance to try anyway. Rainbow Dash swiftly lowers her head, her expression a mixture of panic and desire. "But can't we pretend? So I'll know what it's like? J-just for a little while ..." With that, her mouth crashes into yours, crushing your lips together almost painfully. It's rough and hungry, the inexpert act of a desperate young mare who's never been kissed before. Her tears continue to fall, even she continues the harsh contact, her head tilting to the side, her mouth moving, biting, pulling at your lips, her breaths heavy with emotion. You feel her tongue in your mouth, warm, and soft, the hot flesh sliding about, pressing every surface of your own as her breath and yours begin to mix. But then, just as suddenly as it began, the kiss ends. Rainbow Dash drops her face against your shoulder, her forelegs thrown about your neck. "I'm sorry," she quietly weeps, her teeth and eyelids clenched, "I'm sorry! I didn't- I ..." Even if you know it'll probably make things worse, you can't help but wrap your forelegs around her. "It's okay, Dash. I'm not mad or anything. Everything's gonna be fine," you whisper, gently stroking her back. "No it's not," she sniffs, "I've messed everything up now! It's just, when I see you with Pinkie ... I mean, I r-really like being with you, you know? But you'll never ..." She clings to you as she trails off, silently trying to dry her tears on your mane. As you hold her, you begin to understand just how much you need this proud, spontaneous, hotheaded mare in your life. If things had been different … If things had been different, maybe you two could have been together. If you had met her first, if you had known earlier how she felt ... But you can only sigh, because you didn't know. And now? You know you're completely in love Pinkie Pie. You can't imagine your world without her. But Dash ... Can you really only love one of them? As you cast your melancholy eyes to the sky, perhaps hoping to lose yourself in the clouds but knowing that you'll only be reminded of the bright blue pony lying on top of you, you find the last thing you'd ever have expected to see. “Pinkie!?"
Chapter 3Your fireplace may be small, but it's perfect for a night like this. The quietly popping flame fills the room with long, dancing shadows and a golden glow that sparkles from the various gleaming surfaces of your meager home, a comfortable warmth against the chill of the early spring air. But then, you doubt that you'll be lacking warmth any time soon. Curled up against your side is a rather affectionate young pegasus, her forelegs wrapped tightly around your middle as though she's afraid you'll run away if she ever lets go. For a long moment, you sit there in front of the fire, just looking at her, watching the light play against her colorful mane and smiling as she snuggles against you. Her eyes shut as if she were settling in for another nap. You reach up to her face, brushing away a red forelock for no other reason than to feel her mane against your hoof. She looks at you with that cocky smirk you've seen a thousand times before, that brash, self-satisfied expression that says "I told you I'd win." Your hold her just a bit tighter as you look into her eyes. You know exactly how you'd like to wipe that smile from her face. ... But ... "Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss her!" Pinkie pipes in from your other side, grinning in amusement as Rainbow Dash casts a flustered glare in her direction. "Pinkie, are you ... really sure about this?" you ask. "Uh, du~uh! It's like I told you, 'There's no rule that says you can only have one girlfriend,' remember? Now hurry up. slowpoke, her lips are waitin'!" Despite your misgivings, you turn back to Rainbow Dash, the pink in her face evident even in the dim light of the fire. With no further hesitation, you lower your lips to hers. Your second kiss is nothing like your first, her desperation replaced with shyness, her inexperience giving way to your expertise as you caress her mouth with soft and subtle motions. As your lips separate, she looks a bit bewildered. "Whoa," she says in a whisper. "That was ... really nice." You suddenly hear the sound of clapping. "Yay! That was great!" Pinkie Pie laughs. "My turn!" With that, she throws her forelegs around your neck and pulls you into a long, deep kiss. Every moment leaves your mind reeling and every taste bud swimming with the spicy flavor of licorice. Eventually, your mouths open together, each of you gasping for air. Yet she keeps her lips on yours, her tongue still held in your open mouth, still slowly moving, licking the tip of your tongue as she draws a hoof along your chest. She pulls away gently, looking satisfied as she raises her hoof to your cheek. "That was nice, wasn't it?" Rainbow Dash huffs as she cuddles against you. "Hmf! Showoff ..." With a grin, she lifts her hoof and gives Pinkie Pie's butt a swift smack. She laughs as Pinkie squeaks, her ears lowering bashfully before she falls against you, her forelegs once more around your neck. But after just a moment she whispers thickly. "Um, you know I ... I think I kinda like that." "You mean this?" you ask, tapping lightly on her flank. She squirms. "Uh huh. Do you think you could ... do that some more?" Quite happy to oblige her timid request, you reach down with a wily smirk. Pinkie's head on your shoulder as you quietly stroke her haunch, moving in a slow orbit around her cutie mark. You lift your hoof and bring it back down with a sharp "pop," feeling her backside jiggle just a bit under your hoof. You move once more, Pinkie's breathy giggles in your ear as she rises off her haunches a little, lifting her rear end for your next strike, giving a small squeal as your hoof connects. With every smack, her breath grows heavier, her reddening backside jumping with each blow. She draws away as you raise your hoof to your mouth and run it slowly over your tongue. Pinkie immediately joins in, and you begin passing your hoof back and forth, tasting each other as the two of you cover the surface with long, sloppy licks. As you pull your hoof away, she immediately starts kissing you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as your hoof lands on her rump with a loud, wet slap. Time and again the room fills with echoing claps, her backside shivering as you rub slowly along her haunch, lingering and circling at the base of her tail. The sound of Rainbow Dash's snickering forces your focus from the trembling pink mare at your side. "Wow," she laughs, "I should have guessed Pinkie Pie would be into that kind of weird stuff." Pinkie hides her face in your mane at the sound of Dash's laughter, hugging your neck tightly in her embarrassment, but you can hear a smile in her voice as she speaks. "Hey, Dashie, have you ever let anyone rub your wings?" You and Pinkie share a devious look as the laughter abruptly ends. Dash begins stuttering as you move your hoof along her wing, gingerly stroking the fuzzy surface. "W-wait a minute," she protests, even as she presses closer to you, one hoof lying weakly on your belly, the other on the floor, pushing her chest against you. As you rub the thick muscles in the center of her back, you feel them begin to flex, her wings gradually extending against her will. "Nnnn ... no~oo ..." She looks at you plaintively, practically panting with heavy, excited breaths. "Don't ... don't look ..." she begs as her wings continue to expand under your gentle kneading. Your forelegs wrapped around both ponies, you all go to the floor as Rainbow Dash pushes you to the ground, Pinkie giggling all the way. Dash buries her nose in your chest, her wings rising stiffly into the air as you stroke her back, massaging softly from her wings down to her backside, caressing her flank as much for yourself as for her. To your side, Pinkie Pie crushes herself to you, squeezing your hind leg between her own as she licks and nibbles the base of your ear. Her body fills your grasp, soft, deliciously feminine, flooding your senses with the feeling of her silky form against your neck, your chest, your legs. On your other side, you savor the lithe, supple physique of Rainbow Dash, her eyes shut, whimpering as she lightly bucks against your touch with every long, solid stroke of your hoof against her muscles. A tender, tremulous moan escapes her throat as she grinds firmly against you, her mouth open, her saliva dripping from her extended tongue, wetting your chests as she slides her fit and slender figure along your body. You share a deep and passionate kiss with Dash as she eagerly tries to push your hoof up to her wings, coaxing you to stroke them with the same heated intensity. Then with a quick turn of your head you're kissing Pinkie Pie, her giggles filling your mouth as she rubs her knee flirtatiously against your flank. As you lie there in the shimmering firelight with these two gorgeous young ponies, your hearts overflowing with love and desire, you can scarcely keep from laughing. Honestly, the situation is so amazing it seems almost ... unfair.
