FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN
Horrifying wasn’t the word. Arousing didn’t quite cover it, either. Confusing was close. How about... ridiculous? Every time Rainbow Dash thought she had a word for what she was seeing, she changed her mind.
“Uhhh.” Still not the word, but getting closer. The constant chorus of “Fun! Fun! Fun!” all around was making it hard to think anyway.
“I know, right? Ooh, I just knew I would want to come over here to have fun with you, Dashie! Because I wanted to come and see you, so of course I knew I would find me over here wanting to have fun, and look!” Pinkie stopped bouncing long enough to pose with her forearms spread wide. “I was totally right, because here I am! It’s perfect!” She hadn't looked this pleased with herself since the incident with the fire hose--which probably meant that Dashie had cause to be worried right now.
“I... uh...” Rainbow Dash realized that her mouth was hanging open and that her sunglasses had fallen off of her face. She did nothing to correct either of those things. “Yeah, you’re here, all right.”
“Fun! Fun! Fun!” Pinkie replied.
Rainbow Dash glanced away from Pinkie to look at Pinkie, who had her forehooves propped on her chair’s left armrest, then at Pinkie, whose head was poking out from behind the backrest. Then, of course, there was the flood of bouncing, swimming, tumbling Pinkie all around. It was a landslide made of Pinkie. Another word presented itself: Frightening? No, that wasn’t it.
Suddenly, Dash’s field of vision was full of Pinkie Pie. “Weeelllll?” Pinkie Pie asked, fluttering her eyelids.
Rainbow Dash leaned instinctually backwards. “Well what?”
Without warning, Pinkie jumped into Rainbow Dash’s lap while Pinkie leaned over the chair’s backrest to drape her forelegs over Dash’s shoulders. “‘Oh, come on!” Pinkie rolled her eyes while Pinkie giggled knowingly. “Don’t you want to have SEX?”
Rainbow Dash could feel Pinkie’s flanks on her lap literally vibrating with excitement. She could feel a different, even more tangible kind of Pinkie excitement starting to ooze onto her lap, too.
And just like that, Dashie found the word she was looking for. Two words, actually.
“Fuck yes!” Rainbow Dash threw her forelegs into the air, her eyes widening with wild fuck yes-ness. “Hey, you should see if you can frmrhfrlhrl!” she added as she received a furiously happy upside-down kiss from Pinkie.
“Frrrrrn!” Pinkie squealed, directly into Rainbow Dash’s mouth.
Pinkie let out a squee too, nearly bumping into Pinkie’s head as she leaned forward to nip Dashie on the neck.
“Hey! Hey, me!” Pinkie yelled, looking away from the scene to wave at the surrounding Pinkie mob. “She totally said yes!”
Out of the corner of her eye, Rainbow Dash could see an advancing horde of pink as nearly every Pinkie who had shown up to “have fun with Dashie” stopped what they were doing and started bouncing over to join themselves in a crowd around Dashie’s little lawnchair. As the chirping, bouncing wave of Pinkie Pie advanced, the volume of the “Fun!” chant steadily increased in volume, but Rainbow thought she heard scattered commentary over the mantra of fun. Also, at least one of the Pinkies was yelling “Fuck! Fuck!” which, to be fair, sounded similar enough.
“Oh my gosh I’ve always wanted to do this!”
“Wow, me too! What are the chances?”
“How many do you think will fit at once?”
“Ooh! Ooh! I bet we can LIFT her if we have enough!”
“Hee hee! Pony-lifting Pinkie power teamwork!”
Before the wave of pink arrived, Pinkie slipped forward off of the chair and crashed into the pink pony who was nuzzling into Rainbow Dash’s shoulder and neck, sending them both tumbling onto the ground.
“Okay, what was that about teamwork?” Rainbow Dash blurted out as soon as her mouth was free. Her answer came in the form of a wet lick at her left cheek that drew a saliva trail all the way across her mouth and over to her right cheek. It didn’t stop there, either. She felt Pinkie nuzzling warmly against the side of her head, her mouth hanging wide open while she threaded her tongue around the back of Rainbow Dash’s neck.
Then came the first tongue-tip nudging at her already flared vag, followed by the second, and the third. Dashie let out a happy moan, which she extended into a desperately, uncontrollably horny one as the number of warm, slippery tongues lapping at her groin increased. Two or three tongues fought for control over her clit, another wrapped slowly around her leg, and at least two more lapped enthusiastically at her belly. The cries of “Fun! Fun!” started to die down as more and more of the surrounding pink ponies opened their mouths and extended their tongues for a long-distance taste of Dashie.
Once they ran out of space on and around their target’s dripping candyvag, the Pinkie tongues spread outwards onto Rainbow Dash’s sides and cutie marks. Every tongue was considerate enough to carefully avoid her wings, albeit barely. Meanwhile, all Rainbow Dash had room for in her pleasure-addled pony brain was fun and fun and oh god Pinkie yes yes tongue-fuck me as hard as all of you can--
Rainbow Dash didn’t stop moaning until she ran out of breath. She inhaled with a violent shudder, then let out another moan that was more like a yell, while down below she winked like she had never winked before. Not one but two Pinkie tongues out of nowhere flew into her open mouth for a long-range kiss, and her vag closed its wink around a tongue that was already snaking its way in. Dashie’s cry of pleasure grew to a muffled, throaty squeal as what felt like hundreds of tongue-tips tickled at her sides, neck, every inch of skin.
She arched hard as wet Pinkieness worked at her entire body from nose to flank at the same time, every single tongue an individual genius of lesbian pony-sex. Her squeal briefly jumped a whole octave as the tongue exploring her from the inside went from What A Waste mode straight to ridiculous fuck yes Happy Fun Time gyrations, bringing her instantly to the very ragged, gasping edge of orgasm.
This particular Happy Fun Mode didn’t last long, though, because after only a few seconds Dashie’s vag became too crowded with tongues to allow much movement beyond tense, shudder-inducing ripples. It wasn’t unlike a massage on the inside of her vagina--is what Dashie would have thought, if she hadn’t been so busy shrieking herself hoarse despite the tongues sticking out of her mouth, which now numbered three. She was blanketed in Pinkie tongue; even her face was covered with wet, squirming Pinkie tendrils, and Pinkie saliva was starting to soak her coat.
“Hey!” cried Pinkie Pie, who was stuck somewhere on the mob’s outer ring. “You should try it now! I bet that’s plenty of tongue-power!” Noises of agreement rippled through the crowd.
Some of the tongues on Rainbow Dash’s limbs were crowded out when the ones that belonged to the closest Pinkies curled into firm loops that tightened around her ankles, knees, all the way to her shoulders.
Through the dense forest of tongue all around her, Rainbow Dash saw several towers of Pinkie, each with Pinkie Pie on top, equipped with a tongue that was secured to a pegasus limb like a rope. Some of the towers were still keeping up a faint chorus of “Fun! Fun!” even while balancing Pinkie Pie on their shoulders.
“Okay, on three! One...”
And Rainbow Dash felt every tongue around her press hard against her body, their combined strength easily lifting her out of the chair and up towards the tops of the towers. Even the tongues inside her vag pressed upwards in unison, without relenting at all in their aggressive twisting and squirming.
Suspended several feet above the ground by slithering, probing Pinkie tongues, and with all four limbs spread wide and held fast that way, Rainbow Dash was helpless to do anything but scream in ever-increasing ecstacy. Multiple Pinkie tongues were still wrestling for control over Dashie’s clit. It seemed like they were having a contest to see which could pleasure Rainbow Dash harder, and for obvious reasons, it was a tie.
Dash was drenched with so much Pinkie drool that even her mane was starting to look matted. Her eyes were rolling back in her head from the overpowering sensations being inflicted upon her entire body at the same time. She spasmed in the air, pulling against the tongues holding her so violently that she thought she heard little cries of protest from the tower-borne Pinkies. Her moans became whimpers, then breathless shudders as she jerked again, her muscles possessed by an orgasm so intense it brought tears to her eyes.
Pinkie Pie, Pinkie Pie, and Pinkie Pie refused to stop working at Rainbow Dash. The three tongues competing for Dashie’s pert nub seemed to have learned to get along with one another as they all rubbed haphazardly, a three-pointed assault converging on one little pony clit while four tongues rubbed the inside of her vag. Rainbow Dash came, and came, and came, quickly losing count of how many spasms and gasps this orgasm was lasting for...
Skipping merrily and balancing an inflatable raft on her head, Pinkie Pie arrived at the edge of the lake only to find her poor Dashie sprawled facedown on the sand, which was wet with Pinkie drool and Dashie come. From the state of her mane and fur, it looked like Dashie had been swimming. However, Pinkie could already smell from the other side of the lake that it wasn't water in her pegasus friend's hair.
“No way! And they didn’t leave any for ME?” Pinkie huffed, dropping the raft and stomping a forehoof in annoyance. “Hmph! I guess I should just go see how Applejack is doing. I can be so inconsiderate sometimes!”
But first, Pinkie hurried down to the lake to pick up Rainbow Dash’s discarded umbrella, open it, and angle it to protect the poor, collapsed pegasus from the sun. Then she patted the unconscious Rainbow Dash on the head and hurried off in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres.
