The Derpy I Know And Love 2 or Shooting Stars Are Not Always Lucky

CHAPTER ONE

Pinkie and Rainbow

Rainbow Dash was not lazy, not completely.  But being the athlete she was, and with all her activity, she needed a lot of sleep to recharge.  That is perhaps the reason for so many cat naps.  Even after a good night's sleep, she would just lay in bed until she had to get up, that is until lately.   She had, a few months ago, invited Pinkie Pie to move in with her.  She and Pinkie were never an “item” as Twilight might say.  But they had shared beds and themselves in the past.  Perhaps more often than Rainbow cared to claim.  But things had changed.

Rainbow was laying in bed not really wanting to get up.  But the smell of pancakes was wafting back to the bedroom.  Since Pinkie moved in, Rainbow was eating well.  Pinkie was a fantastic baker and a very good cook.  Rainbow was afraid with how well she was being fed that she would be too heavy to fly.  But Rainbow worked out daily, and sex with Pinkie was enough to keep her pulse up and the sweat flowing.

Rainbow heard Pinkie’s pet name for her called from the kitchen.  She smiled because she knew what was coming.  The biggest difference with cloud houses, other than hard to have earth and unicorn pony friends over (Twilight had made sure that Pinkie could walk on clouds) was that the cloud floor kept you from hearing any hoof steps.  Never the less, Rainbow knew what was coming, which brought the smile to her face.

Rainbow felt a kiss on her cheek.

“Wake up Dashie!  Pancakes are getting cold.”

Rainbow turned her head and looked into those big beautiful blue eyes, then came the real kiss.  She could taste that Pinkie had been sampling the pancakes.

“Blueberry?”

“Can’t fool you Dashie!”

Then Pinkie followed up with an even more passionate kiss.  The kiss worked down Dash’s neck, chest and was still headed down.

“I thought the pancakes were getting cold.”

“Yes, but I am getting hot!” Replied the pink pony.

Dash had never considered a long term relationship.  Not that she did not like having somepony to share with.  As she had explained to Twilight, that there had been several occasions that she had found herself with Pinkie.  Pinkie could be so random, so infuriating, so confusing.  But Pinkie had an almost magical way of beating Rainbow to any destination, even with Rainbow having a head start.  Truly a trait needed for a companion to herself, somepony that could keep up with her.

But Bubbles and Twilight had shown her how great having somepony there to share with all the time.  Rainbow had to realize that it would be nice to have a partner that she could count on.  Nothing so grand as marriage, as with Twilight and Bubbles or Applejack and Rarity.  But having a pony to be comfortable with.  Plus when she thought back, some of the best sex she had ever was with Pinkie Pie.

It was getting hard for Rainbow to think about these things with Pinkie’s tongue in her marehood.

Rainbow grabbed Pinkie and rolled them off the bed, without Pinkie missing a beat, a giggle was the only reaction.  After all, there was more room to operate on the floor, and cloud house floors were as soft as the beds.

Rainbow was never sure if it was because of her job or if it was just the way Pinkie was made, but she truly had a sweet tasting marehood, it was like candy. This made it more enjoyable to have oral sex with the pink pony.

Soon they were busy trying to out please the other.

The first time with Pinkie, Rainbow was taken aback.  Pinkie did not moan, squeal, groan, or scream.  Pinkie laughed!  At first, Rainbow thought it a commentary on her performance.  But with time she came to realize it was Pinkie expressing sheer joy.  Now Rainbow lived to make the pink pony laugh.  Pinkie still could be irritating and random. but Rainbow was comfortable with it.

Rainbow never fully understood why she was attracted to mares.  She was not like A.J. and Rarity or Bubbles and Twilight.  They were attracted to a specific pony, being a mare had nothing to do with it.

Rainbow knew mares like Bon-Bon and Lyra who said that they were born mare-lovers.  They had argued in the past with Rainbow that it is the way it worked and Rainbow just did not realize it.

But Rainbow knew that she had made a choice after testing both sides of the fence.  She had been with colts, and had enjoyed the sex thoroughly.  But there was something about a mare.  The big eyes, the curving muzzle, the pleasing voice.  And to tell the truth she much preferred a soft mare’s tongue in her marehood than a colt’s hard ‘thing’.

There was no external reason in the past to account for it.  No mistreatment by colts.  No fears or misunderstandings.  She was just happy with being a mare-lover.

Pinkie, on the other hoof, was different.

Dash had joked at Bubbles and Twilight’s announcement party that all Pinkie needed in a partner was a pulse.  It was not that Pinkie was a slut, whore or loose pony.  Pinkie loved life, loved fun, loved joy.  And she took joy where ever it came.

And like herself, Pinkie had come to see the value in a stable relationship.  So she had reached out to Rainbow Dash, perhaps the only pony in Equestria who had the stamina to keep up with her.  Plus everypony knew that Pinkie considered Rainbow a hottie.

Pinkie and Dash had moved on to grinding their marehoods together.  The feeling this morning was so good, Rainbow looked at Pinkie.  Her eyes were closed and there was a look of complete satisfaction on her beautiful face.  Pinkie considered Rainbow a hottie, but Rainbow secretly considered Pinkie a beauty that rivaled Rarity.

Dash, always the fast one, had already cum, and she could tell that Pinkie was not far behind.  Pinkie was laughing hard.   It was a cross between a ticklish laugh and a maniacal laugh.  Rainbow could tell that she had got Pinkie good!  Pinkie collapsed to the floor, then weakly crawled up to Rainbow’s face then kissed her long and deep.  A roll with Pinkie in the morning was the best way to wake up thought Rainbow.

“You are such a freak in the sack, Pinkie!”

“I love you too, Dashie!”  then she gave Dash another quick kiss.

Rainbow froze for a quick moment.  Pinkie had been saying that a lot lately.  It was not that Rainbow did not care for the pink pony.  In fact, she enjoyed immensely the time she was spending with Pinkie.  She would even be willing to admit that she cared for Pinkie deeply.  But the ‘love’ thing just sounded too sappy.

Pinkie got up and trotted off to the kitchen while Rainbow went and brushed her mane just enough to look like she did not have to do anything but to let it fall into place naturally.

When Rainbow got the kitchen the pancakes had been reheated and were delicious.

Pinkie was getting ready to go to work at Sugar Cube Corner.  She was putting on her safety helmet.

“Se ya at lunch?” asked Pinkie.

“Sure, see you then.”

Pinkie gave Rainbow a kiss slightly larger than the regulation ‘see you later’ kiss and headed out the door.  Rainbow had to admit that Pinkie knew how to make a pony happy.  The next thing she heard was the whirly-gig descending to earth.