Pinkamena Pie and the Incredibly Brave Rainbow Dash
Infinite Party Favors
by der paraspriten
"I'm sorry, but we seem to be all out of triple-lime-frosted chocolate cake. And that means I have to make some right away, 'cause I don't like it when there aren't enough sweets to go around! Here, have a free lime-frosted cupcake in the meantime!"
Smiling her giddiest Pinkie smile, Pinkie Pie brandished the delicious-looking treat at the stallion across the counter.
"No, thanks," said the stallion, pushing the cupcake away gently. "I don't want to be a bother. I'll just go somewhere els—"
"Oh, it won't be a bother at all!" Pinkie insisted. "I like my job! Actually, it's more of a calling than a job! Even though my cutie mark technically doesn't have anything to do with making triple-lime-frosted chocolate cake... but I love making everyone happy and sweets make ponies happy so I like making them and they also taste really good—"
"Really, I'll just go somewhere else," the stallion cut her off. Pinkie's ears drooped.
"At least have the cupcake?"
He cast her a suspicious look. "How do you make money, giving out free stuff like that? It's bad business."
"Silly, it's not about business," said the pink pony. "It's about making everyone happy!"
Pinkie held he cupcake out for him to take again, but he just glared at her, turned around, and walked out the door with another word. Sighing, Pinkie put the cupcake away and made a mental note to throw parties for that particular stallion until he was less of a grumpy-pants. It was good that he liked triple-lime-frosted chocolate cake, but who in their right mind would turn down a free cupcake?
Seeing as there was no one about, Pinkie went back into the kitchen. Truthfully, she was a little bit glad he had decided to go someplace else to get what he wanted. She had a lot of other work to do, and making triple-lime-frosted chocolate cake would have added to her workload.
The Cakes were on vacation for a week and had left Pinkie Pie to run Sugarcube Corner by herself. It was the first time she had been given such a significant amount of responsibility over the shop, so she was determined to prove she wasn't as vapid as some of the townsponies claimed when they thought she wasn't listening to them.
She also had a date coming up that night with her marefriend, Rainbow Dash, for which she was very excited. They didn't really go on public dates, since they had agreed at the start of their relationship to keep it a secret until they were both ready to come out. But they did have a lot of fun in private, watching movies and making cupcakes and just lazing around together.
That, of course, was not the kind of date Pinkie had with Rainbow the coming evening.
And on the topic of Rainbow Dash...
A sudden sound like someone clearing their throat made the pink pony twirl around, almost knocking over a tray of unbaked cookies. A columbia-blue pegasus mare with a messy, multicolored mane stood in the doorway, grinning a mixture of fond happiness and narcissistic self-satisfaction at Pinkie.
"Dashie!" Pinkie scolded her. "You have to wait for your cookies like everypony else."
"What? Oh, yeah, the cookies," said Rainbow, rolling her eyes. "I'm totally just here for the cookies. I came to ask them out on a date."
"Ooh, where are you going to take them?"
"Eh. Not really sure." Rainbow Dash strolled further into the kitchen as she spoke. "It'd be kinda mean to take cookies to a place where they serve dessert... But it doesn't matter."
"Why not?" asked Pinkie, who had turned away to put the unbaked cookies in the oven. She suddenly had a feeling that somepony was very close to her, and then she felt a feathered wing drape over her and draw her up against a rather warm body.
"'Cause, I saw you and I decided you're about a million percent better. Duh."
Pinkie giggled and nuzzled the pegasus next to her. "Aww. You're the sweetest, Dashie."
"Eh. I musta picked it up from spending so much time around you," said Rainbow. "Anyway, I thought I'd, y'know, pop in earlier than I said I would, 'cause I like bein' around you."
"I like being around you too," Pinkie agreed as she set the timer. "Especially all the time. Wanna help me run the shop for a day?"
"Sure. I was kinda planning on staying here 'till we go up for our date anyway. What do you want me to do?"
"Well, watch those," the pink mare replied, pointing at the oven where the cookies were baking, "and tell me when that," and here she pointed specifically at the timer, "reaches zero, 'cause the dinger-thingy is broken and I have lots and lots of work to do."
Rainbow saluted her with all the stiff haughtiness of a Royal Guard. "Yes, ma'am!"
Giggling once again, Pinkie started working on a cake that had been custom-ordered earlier that day. It wasn't long before Rainbow started getting restless, since pegasi, for the most part, were built and wired to always be on the move.
"I'm bored now. We should do something fun. How about I take you flying."
"I can't go," replied Pinkie sadly. "I have to stay here."
"Whyyyyyyyyy?" Rainbow asked in an incredibly whiny, impatient voice.
"The Cakes left me in charge of Sugarcube Corner for the week, Dashie," the pink pony explained. "I don't think it would be very nice of me to just close up the shop to go on a flying date in the middle of the day. They're counting on me to be responsible."
"Oh... Yeah. I guess you're right..."
Seeing Rainbow's put-out look, she turned, kissed the pegasus on the corner of her mouth, and added, "I'm sorry, Dashie. I miss flying with you too. What about tomorrow, after the Cakes are home again? I'll take a day off."
This only made Rainbow Dash look even more dejected. Her other wing unfolded from her side and drooped lethargically, as sometimes happened when she was feeling depressed about something.
"I guess you haven't had a chance to see the clouds outside yet. The weather station said we have to have thunderstorms for the next four days, starting tonight! Apparently, I haven't been putting enough of them on my schedule. It's gonna be raining on and off from about five this evening to, like, three in the morning on Monday, or something. Not very romantic."
"Aw, cupcakes..." said Pinkie. Her perpetual smile briefly turned to a contemplative frown.
"'I guess I could always try calling in some favors and get the sky cleared," said Rainbow halfheartedly. "'Course, I dunno if they're gonna do much for me after that twister incident, at least for a few weeks... but hey, I'm The Dash. Who could resist a pony like me?"
"There's nopony like you, Rainbow Dash," Pinkie said. She turned again and pecked the smaller mare on the lips. "Nopony is as awesome..." She kissed her again. "...or as talented..." This time, she kissed Rainbow's neck instead. "...or as loyal..." Up to her forehead. "...or as fast..."
"Heh. That's me," the pegasus agreed, blushing slightly at the praise—it actually meant something to her when Pinkie said it, instead of just reiterating what she already knew. "A hundred and fifty percent better than all the other rainbow-maned pegasi you know."
"...or as great..."
"I kinda am, yeah."
"...or as powerful..."
"Yeah, I—" Rainbow stopped and narrowed her eyes. "Wait a minute..."
"...or as modest... or as humble..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Qua qua qua." She rolled her eyes as Pinkie giggled. But her insecurity over the comment shone through eventually, when she put her wing over Pinkie's back again and hugged her, looking a bit uncertain.
"Aww, Dashie... you're not that bad," said Pinkie soothingly, and she reached up to rub Rainbow's mane with her hoof. "You're just right. That's why you're my Dashie."
"Heh..." Rainbow leaned her head against Pinkie's, half-nuzzling her.
"And if you ever acted like Trixie I'd tell you right away, 'cause you're not allowed to bring Ursa Minors to Ponyville, ever. Or put on strange amulets and gain so much power that you forget who you are and become a fascistic dictator. Nope, not gonna happen. Else I'd bend you right over and smack your plot until you said sorry."
Rainbow was snickering by the end of Pinkie's warning.
"Oh, no. You aren't allowed to laugh." Pinkie pasted a mock-frown on her face. She waggled her hoof in front of Rainbow. "This very, very serious, missy. I will not let my marefriend become a crazy traveling showmare with a terrible fashion sense to compliment her very underdeveloped sense of humor. My marefriend is going to stay perfect and lovable and adorable and cute and kinda smart once you get past how you avoid reading all the time like it's a disease and more loyal than anypony in Equestria and so—"
She never finished this, because Rainbow kissed her in the middle of it and she forgot about talking, because kissing Rainbow Dash was a much more appealing thing to do with her mouth. Rainbow quickly let Pinkie take control and push her against the counter, knocking over some things that Pinkie dismissed as less important than Rainbow and therefore unworthy of making her break the kiss to clean them up.
"Y'know," said Rainbow when they finally parted, "I told my therapist about what we do. She said it's good for me."
"Of course it's good for you, you silly filly." Pinkie kissed the tip of her nose lightly. "We both have fun and even though it's not exaaactly something I think most ponies spend their evenings doing, it's our thing."
"Mmhmm. But she said, like..." The blue mare paused, trying to remember. "...like... it's a good way of... resolving my issues, or something. She called it roleplaying. But that's for eggheads at Star Gallop conventions, isn't it? She wouldn't listen when I told him I'm not an egghead. I'm not! Twilight's the egghead. And I... huh, how did I get from that to eggheads so quick? Wow.”
Pinkie giggled. "Aw, you're channeling me! But I think what she means is that we take on power-based roles opposing those of the selves we normally present to society in order to explore aspects of our psychology that we often ignore or suppress and I think she also means that when you and I engage in roleplaying it allows you to come to terms with some of the less rational ideas that are ingrained in your psyche by years of uncontested reinforcement of those very ideas and therefore your exploration of and dealing with your feelings of self-doubt and atychiphobia through the substitution of another's will for your own helps improve your self-image and clear out some of the repressed emotional reactions you've buried to protect yourself over the years as well as nurture a tender side of you that you've chosen or been forced by circumstances to deny until now."
By the end of her run-on sentence, which was somehow delivered in the span of a single breath, Rainbow Dash had stopped paying attention and begun drawing a heart in some spilled flour instead. Giggling, Pinkie kissed her again.
"What I mean is that you're not an egghead," she summarized.
"Well, duh. Finally, somepony agrees with me!"
The bell out in the main store rang suddenly, signaling that somepony had come inside the shop. That, unfortunately, was more important than kissing Rainbow at the moment, so Pinkie reluctantly separated herself from the increasingly clingy pegasus after one last kiss.
"I'll be back," she promised. "It's not that busy today."
With the help of her wings, Rainbow managed to propel herself into Pinkie fast enough to grab one more kiss before she left the kitchen, and then turned her attention to adding RD + PP in the center of the flour heart.
Surprisingly, Rainbow paid enough attention to the oven to notice when the cookies were done. It wasn't like she actually needed to—Pinkie had a sort of internal timer for things like cookies and cupcakes—and they both knew it, but it was nice for Rainbow to be involved in Pinkie's activities and not feel like she had ruined whatever the pink pony was making
Sugarcube Corner closed around six-thirty, and after dinner—Rainbow refused to partake in Pinkie's meal of cupcakes, candy, and Manester, and so ordered takeout—they went up to Pinkie's room to watch a movie, which was mostly ignored in favor of kissing each other on the bed, and then they went into the attached bathroom and shut the door.
Rainbow and Pinkie always marked the beginnings of their sessions by taking a bath together. There were usually a few splashes exchanged between them early on, and other such things, because the transition between their two opposing states—carefree and giggly to firm and commanding, and wild and aggressive to meek and obedient—was a gradual process.
At some point, and that day was no exception, Rainbow would allow Pinkie to sit behind her and wash her mane with a sugary-sweet shampoo that made it feel like silk for several days. And, as always happened, Pinkie ended up massaging her scalp. She was up to her belly in water, sitting on her rump behind Rainbow with her back legs on either side of the smaller pony, who was up to her chest in it, and rubbing shampoo into Rainbow's mane. Gummy sat on the sink, blinking cluelessly at them with his blank eyes.
"It smells like sugar," commented the pegasus. "The shampoo."
"Of course it does!" Pinkie exclaimed. "I'm making you smell delicious so I can eat you up later. Not that you're not already delicious on your own. But now you'll be extra-delicious!”
Giggling, Pinkie washed Rainbow’s mane out, and then spent a while massaging her head and neck with her hooves. Eventually she said, “Okay, now I’m gonna do your wings. Spread ‘em!”
Rainbow, who had been sinking further and further into the water with her eyes closed and a look of pure ecstasy on her face as Pinkie massaged her, reluctantly sat up and opened her wings to their fullest extent. This involved flaring her soggy feathers until the wings themselves looked at least as big as she did. It was an illusion, of course—they were the same size they had always been—but it was also an impressive display nonetheless.
"Left one first," said the party pony as she squeezed some feather shampoo onto her free hoof. "Have I ever told you how pretty your wings are, Dashie?"
Silently, Rainbow nodded, a small smile crossing her face. Then her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment and she let out a little sigh of contentment, because Pinkie had begun lathering up her feathers with the shampoo. As things so often did with them, it started out innocently enough, but Pinkie spent far more time than was strictly necessary washing (and doing a lot of other things that weren't really needed for that) Rainbow's feathers.
Pegasus wings were believed by the leading genetic researchers to be a relatively recent evolutionary development, and consequently they were subject to a lot of strange quirks, in addition to being rather physiologically dumb. Around sixty percent of the Equestrian pegasus population suffered from some kind of physical oversensitivity somewhere on their bodies (usually in the wings), which led to a lot of awkward moments with other ponies and a widespread epidemic of feather fetishism in places like Cloudsdale.
This, of course, didn't matter in the slightest to Rainbow Dash, who was too busy groaning and contorting her body into strange shapes to care about the statistics of pegasus parasympathetic nervous system abnormalities. Pinkie knew her wings so well that, with a little bit of her Pinkie Pie magic, she could fool those parts of Rainbow's body into thinking she was flying just by touching them the right way.
It wasn't a totally sexual experience—part of it was just the pegasus's love of flight at work—but there was a lot of eroticism to it nonetheless. Pegasi had a strong taboo against having their wings touched, so the flight rush was accompanied by a feeling that they were doing something incredibly dirty. Rainbow's wings quickly rose into the position that signaled she was ready to be mated—rigid, pulsating, and pointed almost directly upward, the feathers now sticking straight out of their own accord. By the time the earth pony finished 'washing' her, she had become quite vocal in her appreciation of what had basically gone from washing her wings to an erotic massage.
She pouted and whined in a very un-Rainbow-Dash-like way when Pinkie's hooves stopped touching her, and sent a pleading look at her marefriend. Pinkie was unimpressed by the eyes Rainbow was giving her, meeting her gaze until the smaller pony got the message and reluctantly tucked her wings at her sides again—although she opted to lean over and plant a tiny kiss on each one once they were closed.
"Bend over and lift your tail," she said, nudging Rainbow forward. Blushing furiously, the pegasus placed her front hooves on the edge of the bathtub so her rear was right in front of Pinkie and moved her tail out of the way. The blushing got even worse as Pinkie began rubbing soap onto her plot.
They said nothing for a while, as Pinkie was too absorbed in 'washing' Rainbow's pert rump to say anything, and Rainbow was too busy staring very intently at a spot on the wall and wondering when her face would burst into flame. After a very lengthy session of prodding and generally unnecessary touching, Pinkie finally said, "Okay, done. C'mere, Dashie."
Rainbow sank back into the water, still blushing deeply. Pinkie moved aside to let her submerge herself as much as she could in the tub and get the soap off, then slid back into her original spot behind Rainbow and started petting her wet mane again. The prismatic mare leaned back against Pinkie—being an inch or two shorter than Pinkie, she could comfortably rest her head on the earth pony's shoulder—and closed her eyes contentedly.
"Is this nice?" asked Pinkie after a while. Rainbow nodded.
"Yeah.." She suddenly eeped when Pinkie's hoof slid down her front and stopped between her legs.
"How about this?" Pinkie began slowly stroking Rainbow's slit, and nibbled on her ear a little. "Is this nice, Dashie?"
"Mm... yeah," said Rainbow dreamily. "Love it... Hey." The pegasus squirmed slightly, trying to grind up against the hoof when it stopped caressing her snatch. "Hey, that's no fair."
"Come on out. I'll dry you off and preen your feathers for you," said Pinkie, ignoring her pouting entirely.
Reluctantly, Rainbow got up and allowed Pinkie to help her out of the bathtub (as a pegasus, she was used to bathing in rainclouds, not solid tubs, so she was a bit clumsy about getting in and out), and then she allowed the earth pony to put a towel around her—the special, silky kind made specifically for feathered creatures—and gently dry her while she stood in the center of the room, feeling kind of like one of Rarity's manequins.
"All done!" said Pinkie, taking the towel away with a flourish and leaving behind a fluffed-up blue pegasus pony. "Open up again. I'm gonna preen your wings."
Said wings began to stiffen and unfold of their own volition, before Rainbow extended them the rest of the way herself.
In addition to the social taboo against touching them, wings were also a symbol of individuality and power to most pegasi, particularly Rainbow Dash. Having her feathers preened for her was not only embarrassing—it was actually slightly humiliating; a way of saying she belonged to Pinkie, who would do as she pleased with her. The possessive act made her feel very small and helpless, triggering the first hints of her panic response and making her extremely jumpy.
The psychological mechanics of this, again, were irrelevant to Rainbow. She was more interested in the extremely pleasant sensation that came each time Pinkie moved a feather around, and the feeling—very much like being tickled, except twice as erotic—of the pink pony gently sucking on the largest of her primary feathers. The brief adrenaline surge and the impression of being naked and on display only enhanced these feelings.
Just as she was starting to really get into it, Pinkie stopped her and moved back. Rainbow felt cheated, having been left with a pair of stiff wings and a jittery, giddy feeling. Normally, she would have glowered at the other mare and petulantly demanded that she return to touching her wings and making her feel good, but she was no longer playing the role of the loud, impetuous stunt pegasus she usually did.
Pinkie led her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, one hoof playing with the mane she loved so much.
Sitting with Rainbow on the floor, she put a hoof behind the prismatic mane and gently pulled Rainbow closer so she could nuzzle her. Rainbow had reached the point where she gladly cuddled into it, and the nuzzling soon turned into more kissing. Hooves slid up and down over her flanks, brushing over her cutie marks and making her blush furiously again.
Since she had no wings, Pinkie did the next best thing one could do with a pegasus pony and wrapped her front legs around Rainbow's neck instead when she kissed her. Rainbow melted right into it with a contented sigh that she absolutely would never have uttered in public, and unfolded both wings so she could press them against Pinkie's body.
"Do you trust me, Dashie?" Pinkie whispered into her ear. She had abandoned her usual manic way of speaking, opting instead for a soft and gentle tone; it was vaguely similar to how one might talk to a sleeping foal, but at the same time much more intimate and breathy.
Rainbow nodded, and then pulled away slightly so she could reposition herself with her muzzle hidden in Pinkie's still-straight mane. The pink mare's hoof ran up and down the back of her neck, lightly stroking her mane and making her skin tingle a bit. She took a deep breath.
"Yeah," she said. Her own speech had changed somewhat: she now sounded a bit less sure of herself than usual. "I trust you."
"How much do you trust me? Enough to give me your wings?"
A little thrill shot through the columbia-blue mare upon hearing those words. they remained where they were, though, and the only time they moved was when Pinkie placed another kiss on the side of Rainbow's head, and when Rainbow pressed against Pinkie's neck and let out another sigh, albeit softer than the first one.
"Yeah," Rainbow finally answered, a tremor beginning to enter her voice. "I want to give you my wings."
Pinkie leaned forward and kissed her on the nose.
"Then go sit," she said, pointing at the floor beside her bed.
Rainbow trotted over and sat where she was told, and Pinkie followed her. The pink mare held up a pair of leather bindings that seemed to have come out of nowhere, although Rainbow was too preoccupied with her throbbing wings to think about the entirely unsurprising crime against reality Pinkie had just committed. A pair of hooves brushed over her stiff, erect primary feathers, and she started.
"Close these," said Pinkie, rubbing Rainbow's wings as she spoke.
"I-I can't when you're doing that," Rainbow protested. "It's hard when they're all... hard... and stuff."
Pinkie raised an eyebrow—an un-Pinkie-ish gesture—and the prismatic pegasus blushed.
"It's har—difficult to close my wings when you touch them, because it makes them so h—so stiff," she expanded on her previous statement.
Pinkie ran her hooves slowly through the feathers, causing Rainbow to shudder. "This makes them hard, huh?"
"Yea—Uh, yes."
"Maybe you should keep them open, then," suggested the earth pony. "Does that sound like a good idea or a bad one?"
"Good idea," squeaked Rainbow as Pinkie discarded the restraints in favor of a pair of cuffs. The cool metal of the cuffs touching the bases of her wings set off yet another reaction within her. Her heart began to beat faster, a result of both her apprehension and her arousal.
The two metal cuffs fit snugly over the bases of each of Rainbow's wings, and two smaller ones went on the lower arms, just behind her primary feathers. Pinkie then pushed the wings down with her hooves until they were sticking straight out sideways from Rainbow's body and she looked a bit like a prismatic . Since her erect wings were supposed to point almost directly upward when they were in the mating position, her body fought against the pressure with violent, pleasurable spasms.
Pinkie took a metal bar in her mouth and connected it to each of the wingcuffs over Rainbow's back before getting off her again. Testing her work, she tugged lightly at some of Rainbow's primaries. The pegasus shuddered, and her wings spent a futile moment trying to spring up again, but the spreader bar kept them firmly in the same displayed position.
Satisfied that her marefriend wouldn't be flying away anytime soon, Pinkie pulled some rope out of nowhere—it seemed like it, anyway—and said, "Sit down and give me your hooves."
Rainbow sat, fidgeting nervously. She raised her forelegs and held them out so Pinkie could tie them together. The ropes bound her front legs to one another, and then Pinkie wove a series of intricate knots and lines across her entire upper body that hugged Rainbow's body tightly and her to stay upright with her hooves held up in front, like she was offering a prayer to the pink pony.
Now unable to fly or walk properly, Rainbow's instincts were screaming that she was in extreme danger. Pegasi were programmed by nature to get upset and afraid if they were rendered immobile, so letting another pony take away her ability to fly or even walk felt like giving them complete control over her ability to survive for a short time. She knew Pinkie would never actually hurt her, but her physical body and brain were still reacting to her situation with panic and alarm. Against her will, her nervous mind played out a series of less pleasant scenarios involving things Pinkie could do to her while she was trapped that way.
Perversely, she found this terror erotic as well as unpleasant—knowing that she was completely at the mercy of the other pony, with only her trust in Pinkie's good intentions to keep her from harm, both terrified and aroused her. It was a confusing state to be in, especially with her thoughts so clouded by desire, and the conflict between Rainbow's contradictory emotions translated into a surge of anxiety.
"Shh... it's okay, Dashie." Pinkie sat beside her bound, shaking marefriend and started stroking her mane soothingly. Rainbow initially flinched at the touch, but soon leaned into it instead, pressing her muzzle against the warm, soft cotton candy mane cascading down around Pinkie's shoulders. "I'm here. I'll keep you safe."
The hooves running through her mane, and also the hoof gently rubbing her back over the ropes did a lot to calm Rainbow. Her breathing started to slow down to a more normal pace, and her wings stopped straining painfully to get free. This was what she liked the most about her sessions with Pinkie—the feeling that somepony was going to take care of her and protect her; keep her safe.
Part of her enjoyed the erotic thrill of terror that came with being at the mercy of the world around her, but there was another, equally strong, part that wanted to be told it was okay to be let herself vulnerable like that, and that she didn't have to be afraid of it. Rainbow had lived almost her entire life by the philosophy that it was better to be completely independent than to ever trust another pony to take care of her. To be forced to rely on Pinkie instead of on herself was a relatively new and very frightening thing, and at the same time it brought out a hidden craving for intimacy that had never been fed or nurtured the way her paranoia and fixation with personal independence had.
She buried her face in Pinkie's shoulder, feeling more like a foal searching for comfort than a grown mare as she did. The pink hooves were still on her, but they were pressing lightly against the back of her neck now, rubbing gentle circles beneath her wild prismatic mane. They slowly moved downward again, still rubbing and bringing relaxation to every inch of her they touched until they reached the bases of her open wings. Here, Pinkie's light rubbing became heavier against the powerful muscles that stretched between the pegasus's back and wings, making them twitch and quiver against the spreader.
The warmth of Pinkie's body vanished as the earth pony moved back just a little. She tugged lightly on Rainbow's left wing, indicating that she should bring it closer to her, and Rainbow hesitantly obliged. All the feathers were standing on end and had become extraordinarily sensitive as a result of Rainbow's arousal, so when Pinkie took and started preening the misaligned ones back to their proper positions, the pegasus experienced a bit of (bearable) discomfort as well. The preening only lasted a short time, however—just enough to tease her a bit—and then she was done.
"How much do you trust me?" Pinkie repeated, moving to speak into her ear again. Rainbow shuddered and swallowed a few times, as her mouth felt dry. She stammered a little bit before blurting out the answer.
"Everything. I-I trust you... with everything... Pinkie..."
"Do you trust that I won't hurt you, and that I'll keep you safe?" Rainbow nodded mutely, so Pinkie went on: "Do you trust me enough to let me take away your sight?"
Rainbow's breath caught in her throat as Pinkie held up a strip of black cloth. The thought of being unable to even see what Pinkie was doing made her almost drip with arousal, but it was also utterly terrifying, and she couldn't figure out which feeling was stronger. The only times she'd ever been blindfolded outside her sessions with Pinkie were when she played pin-the-tail at parties, and that was a completely different thing; it didn't bother her all that much because her system wasn't on high alert when they did that.
"Only if you want it," said Pinkie softly, gently. "Only if you're up to it, Dashie. You don't have—"
"I want it," the pegasus whispered, her desire finally winning out. "I trust you."
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
Gulping nervously, Rainbow nodded her head once. "Yeah."
Pinkie scrutinized her for a while, then said, "Okay. Close your eyes, Dashie."
Rainbow Dash took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself, then shut her eyes. She felt Pinkie wrap the cloth around her head, and then she felt the pink pony tying it into a double knot in the back to keep it in place. When she opened her eyes again, she saw only a very faint glow through it, which she guessed was probably the center of the bright light from Pinkie's lamp.
She sat, trembling with adrenaline and arousal and leaning toward Pinkie as much as she could, suddenly irrationally fearful of the other pony leaving her by herself. Rainbow would have clung to the larger mare if she could; if her hooves or wings had been free—but she could only push up against her, digging awkwardly into her side. Her fears came to life when Pinkie suddenly moved, and Rainbow overbalanced and fell down. She whined, feeling very alone now that she didn't know where Pinkie was, but then Pinkie's hooves took hold of her under her wing and thigh and helped her up onto the bed before hopping on herself. The pink mare sat in front of Rainbow, facing her, and close enough that Rainbow could feel her breath coming just inches away.
"Dashie?" she said softly.
"Yeah, Pinkie?"
"Lie down."
A sudden thrill of panic shot through Rainbow as Pinkie pushed on her wing bases, tipping her until she fell over onto her back with a muffled poof sound and a little exclamation of surprise. She found this even more unnerving because the way her body was bound by the ropes meant she couldn't get up again without help.
She inhaled sharply when something heavy came down slowly on her stomach, pinning her tied forelegs against her chest. They were positioned in just the right way that Rainbow could feel Pinkie's heartbeat against them. Though she couldn't see anything, she had a feeling the pink mare was looking right at where her eyes were under the cloth.
The hot breath on her muzzle became a pair of lips pressing gently against her own. Rainbow returned the kiss, quickly losing herself in the same passion that took over her when she raced, or performed a particularly dangerous stunt, or just flew through the sky as fast as she could. The kisses eventually moved down to her chin, and onto her nose, and cheeks, and her neck. Though Rainbow hardly even felt some of them, each one was enough to make her heart beat faster and faster.
Wanting to be as close as she could to the mare of her dreams, Rainbow wrapped her hind legs around Pinkie's waist—Pinkie was a bit taller than her, so they weren't entirely even—as tightly as she dared, pressed her muzzle into the pink pony's mane and inhaled the sweet scent, and then let out an involuntary giggle when Pinkie moved back and licked her hooves.
Much of her fear had melted away by then, temporarily replaced with a sense that everything was right in the world. With Pinkie, Rainbow didn't have to be the big, posturing, grown-up-too-fast hero she sometimes felt she'd become. She could spend a while forgetting her own desires and shortcomings, and just exist in a strange but pleasant kind of emotional trance for a while. They lay there for a long time, and eventually Rainbow pressed her muzzle into Pinkie's neck, letting the other mare's mane hide her face, and began to nuzzle her without really processing what she was doing.
This was the feeling she wanted more than anything else: that Pinkie was there, as real as she possibly could be, and protecting her from everything that had taught her to fear any sort of tender experience for most of her life. Toward Pinkie, Rainbow felt something unnameable that she usually reserved for talking to the Wonderbolts, or to royalty. The universe seemed to center on the pony above her, as though Rainbow were in the presence of its very core. This feeling, which was greater even than what she felt for the Wonderbolts and the Princesses together, went beyond the point of love, even. It was a special kind of adoration that could only be experienced between ponies who were completely and utterly dedicated to one another.
"Pinkie?" Rainbow whispered into Pinkie's ear—or the place she thought it was, anyhow.
"Yes, my Dashie?"
"I love you."
"I love you too!"
"Please fuck me," said the bound pegasus suddenly. "I-I need you, Pinkie... Oh, Celestia—I love you so much!"
"Aww, Dashie!" Pinkie kissed Rainbow's nose tenderly, "You're such a sweet little pegasus... Of course I'll fuck you."
She kissed the side of Rainbow's head, and then her cheek, jaw, neck, chest, and down, and down, all the while murmuring mostly inaudible compliments about about her lover. The pink pony trailed more kisses across her belly, swirling her tongue across it and making Rainbow giggle involuntarily. Then, finally, she reached Rainbow's marehood... which she didn't touch. Instead, she slid back and rearranged herself to sit in front of the pegasus.
Her hooves remained on Rainbow, gently rubbing her belly. Slowly, they moved downward to her teats and began to play with the erect nipples, which produced a strangely ticklish feeling kind of like the one she got when her hooves were touched. Rainbow squirmed a little as they were tweaked, and gasped when Pinkie gave each one a single lick before moving on.
One hoof pushed Rainbow's hind leg further aside, and the other went to touch her exposed slit The contact was brief and so light that Pinkie's hoof barely even brushed against her, but the almost-nonexistent caress stimulated her that much more, making her marehood ache. Rainbow whimpered when Pinkie touched her in that same maddeningly insufficient way, now rubbing very slow circles across the whole of the opening.
One thing Rainbow couldn't stand was being teased, and that was exactly what Pinkie was doing. The hoof doing the clopping went just fast and just enough to cause a seemingly endless electric jolt in her nethers, but it didn't pick up speed or vary its course even when Rainbow's snatch started to become slick with arousal. Nor did it change when the pegasus began wiggling around and bucking her hips slightly, desperate to either get some relief for her ever-worsening itch or, at least, stop the mind-melting stimulation from Pinkie.
"Stop teasinnnnggg!" she begged, voice cracking into an impossibly high squeal.
The hoof between her legs finally disappeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief. It re-appeared again a second later, caressing Rainbow's muzzle a bit. Pinkie's sweet scent was overwhelmed by a smell of electricity and burnt ozone—the smell of a coming thunderstorm—that was normally unnoticeable to the pegasus unless she put a wet hoof right up to her own nose, which she rarely did.
"Get up," said Pinkie softly. She tugged on Rainbow's wing. "Come on."
Rainbow, of course, couldn't get up without Pinkie's help, and Pinkie didn't come to her rescue until she admitted it out loud. With the pink pony's help, she got back onto her hooves and stood as still as she could on the bed. Because of the way she was tied, she had to bend over with her bound forelegs tucked with her chest and her face pressed up against the bedspread. Pinkie spent a short time adjusting her so that her rump was pointed upward, the wet slit ready for use.
"Lift up your tail," the party pony said.
Feeling a fresh wave of arousal wash over her, Rainbow raised her plot higher in the air and moved her tail aside as ordered. Then she squeaked with surprise, and pleasure, when something warm and wet moved up and down her marehood a few times—something that felt like Pinkie's tongue.
Pinkie only licked it a few times before she stopped again, but Rainbow knew she was still only inches away because she could feel the other mare's warm breath on her cunt. She squirmed restlessly, moving her plot back and forth, trying to entice Pinkie into putting her mouth on it again. Surprisingly, her ploy worked. Pinkie plunged right back into her, running her tongue all around the outer lips and into the center to tickle her clit. Groaning, Rainbow tried to flutter her wings the way she did when she approved of something, and let out a frustrated whine when the spreader bar stopped it from happening.
In pleasuring Rainbow, Pinkie didn't just use her tongue; she used her lips and even the end of her snout as well, pushing into Rainbow's snatch and making the 'eating' part of 'eating out' all but literal. And she also didn't stick to just that part of the pegasus's body: there was a mortified little eep from the pegasus when Pinkie ran the entirety of her tongue from her clit all the way up to the base of her tail. Several more times after that, she 'accidentally' went too high and licked Rainbow's anus instead of her cunt.
She put her lips on the little nub that was Rainbow's clit and sucked on it, prompting the blue mare to let out a low 'Ahhhhhhh...' and buck her hips slightly. After just a few seconds of Pinkie's ministrations, Rainbow was moaning and mumbling half-formed words that made little sense, arching her back as much as she could, her muscles flexing and straining involuntarily, and her body was shaking again.
The sudden absence of any part of Pinkie's body on hers made her whine with disappointment as she tried to hump the air, desperate for some kind of stimulation. She heard Pinkie's hoofsteps crossing the room.
"Pinkie?" she asked uncertainly. "W-where're you going?"
Briefly, Rainbow found herself wondering, against her will, if Pinkie was going to walk away and leave her as she was—horny and helpless, and really not in a very good emotional state to be left alone—until she heard Pinkie coming back. The bed shook a little as the earth pony climbed back onto it. Something brushed against Rainbow's still-wet slit; something harder than a tongue and definitely not a hoof.
"Do you still trust me with everything?" Pinkie's voice was a whisper.
"Yes," replied Rainbow without hesitation.
The strap-on dildo continued to push on her, albeit irregularly, as Pinkie climbed up on top of the smaller mare, mounting her like a stallion would and resting her hooves on the erect wings. She nibbled lightly at a columbia-blue ear, which made Rainbow shudder, and then she kissed the same ear lovingly.
"Do you trust me... with your life?"
Rainbow's breathing stopped dead and her stomach turned over. Her body flooded with adrenaline, and at the same time she felt something slowly dribble down the inside of her leg. Though she opened her mouth, no sound came out, because she didn't know what sounds to make. Though the dildo had stopped rubbing against her slit, she was so deep in the haze she could hardly think at all even without the distraction
It wasn't that she was afraid of getting hurt. She knew Pinkie would never hurt her; at least, she knew consciously. But to let Pinkie actually decide her fate was the same thing as openly giving the last herself up—what terrified her was that she didn't know what would happen to her then. Would she still be Rainbow Dash? Could she ever be the same mare after signing away what remained of her independence?
The thought of giving up the very last of her freedom and relying fully on another pony for her very survival forced her to consider something she had avoided thinking about until then: there was very little of the cocky, self-assured, independent Rainbow Dash left to sign away. She felt like more of an extension of Pinkie Pie; that they had become so close there was no longer any distinction between them. All that remained was to acknowledge it.
She did trust Pinkie with her life—and, more importantly, she wanted to entrust her life to her. However deeply she believed in Pinkie, and however sure she was that the pink mare wouldn't hurt her, Rainbow was beginning to realize that she was so in love with Pinkie that she wouldn't have minded even if the pink pony did hurt her. She wanted to belong to Pinkie, to give her everything she had to give.
"Yes..." Rainbow said in a tiny voice that was choked up with emotion and difficult even for her to make out. "Oh, Pinkie, I trust you... Please let me be closer to you. Make me yours."
There was total silence until Pinkie spoke in an equally small voice, this one that conveying utter joy. "Dashie... I'm going to do just that."
She paused, hesitating. "...A-are you sure you want this?"
After saying yes the first time; after clearing that first hurdle; after finally acknowledging what she wanted and saying it out loud; Rainbow had no problem repeating, "Yes!"
"Okay, Dashie. Brace yourself. I'm going to show you that you can trust me with your life."
Pinkie placed something under Rainbow's neck—something long, thin, and flexible. Upon realizing what it was, a new flame of terror sprang up inside Rainbow, reaching a height she hadn't experienced since the first time Pinkie had ever tied her up. She pressed her face against the bed to muffle her hyperventilation until she could get it under control.
After some time, Pinkie finished tying the rope into a configuration that looped around her marefriend's neck several times and left both ends loose in the back. She now had the power to kill Rainbow on a whim. Not that she hadn't before—but all that was needed to crush Rainbow's windpipe or break her neck now was a sufficiently hard jerk on the rope. All she had to do to strangle her was pull on the rope and hold on tight. The only defense Rainbow had now was her belief that Pinkie wouldn't hurt her.
Seeing Rainbow's distress, Pinkie hugged the shaking pegasus from behind and stroked her mane a few times to help her calm down.
"Are you absolutely sure you want me to do this with you?" she said softly.
"Uhuh," replied Rainbow Dash faintly. Her voice shook with fear and excitement. "I'm okay, Pinkie... Please fuck me now. I need it..."
Pinkie kissed the back of Rainbow's neck. "Well, okay.... Just remember—all you have to do is say the word, and I'll stop."
"I-I-I kno-ow," the pegasus sniffled. "I'll s-s-stop you it if I c-can't handle it."
When Rainbow signaled that she was ready, Pinkie pulled on the ends of the rope, which she'd tied together like a set of reigns and twisted round her hoof. The rope tightened around Rainbow's neck; not enough to choke her, but more than enough to scare her. The pegasus breathed a sigh of relief when they slackened again, her body trembling so badly she could hardly have stayed upright if it hadn't been for Pinkie's presence on top of her.
After rubbing the blue pony's clit a few times with her hoof, Pinkie placed the end of the dildo against Rainbow's slicked-up opening. Rainbow gasped and squirmed a little, since it wasn't exactly a small toy and the only thing that had been inside her snatch to loosen it until that point was Pinkie's tongue. Though there was pain, it was the good kind, like the soreness she felt after she flew very fast for a long time without stopping.
The rope around her neck twitched just a little, making her gasp fearfully at the reminder of her helplessness. Her wings continued to strain against the metal spreader bar with debilitatingly pleasant contractions. She felt Pinkie nibbling affectionately on her ear ear again, and the the pink pony's free foreleg sliding under her belly to hold her. The other hoof, with the rope wound crudely around it, played with Rainbow's mane again.
Rainbow's tongue lolled out of her mouth as Pinkie pushed further and further into her, until the pegasus had taken all who-knew-how-many inches of it and was practically connected to Pinkie's groin with her plot. Slowly, Pinkie began to thrust in and out of Rainbow's snatch. It was very gentle, but nevertheless it made Rainbow sigh and groan softly.
"Do you want more, Dashie?"
"Y-y-yes," replied Rainbow, whose words were almost lost in the bedspread her face was pressed up against. "P-please, gimme more...?"
As the pace started to pick up, Pinkie gave the rope another tug, and then she slapped Rainbow's thigh right on her cutie mark. Rainbow's feathers all shuddered while the pegasus cried out and bucked her hips against Pinkie, momentarily breaking the rhythm. She whimpered pleadingly until Pinkie had resumed thrusting in and out. Yet another jerk on the rope resulted in a cry similar to the one from before, though much more alarmed.
A wave of strange contentment washed over Rainbow. She felt so used, the way Pinkie was rutting her, and yet it was loving kind of use; the kind that said you're useful and I love you for it. It was bringing her closer to Pinkie as well as to her orgasm, triggering a whole slew of emotions she didn't understand. The sum of them was that she loved Pinkie, but Rainbow had never been very good at picking apart the individual components of her feelings.
Nor did she feel any need to. She loved the mare who was fucking her, and that was that.
The hooves moved to rest on her wings now as Pinkie reached full force, pounding away at Rainbow's cunt so hard there would without a doubt be bruises in the morning. And Rainbow didn't care in the slightest—whatever Pinkie wanted to do was fine with her. The simmering heat in her nethers started to overflow, making her whine and moan in ways that she would never have done in any other situation. The bound pegasus started bucking her hips against Pinkie, trying to match her rhythm.
Rainbow's wings started trying to flap against the spreader bar as she approached the final moments before her orgasm hit. She found herself running her tongue across a small section of the bedspread like some kind of candy. In her half-aware state, she couldn't even remember what had motivated her to do it beyond a desire to stimulate herself in any way she possibly could..
Whatever it was, she didn't give it much more thought, because at that moment Pinkie tugged on the rope and bit her ear—hard enough to sting a little, but gentle enough that it didn't actually hurt—which she used to pull Rainbow's head back, forcing the pegasus to arch her body awkwardly. The heat and pressure inside her marehood exploded just then, and Rainbow was hit by the most intense orgasm she'd ever had.
The room momentarily dissolved into a haze of white as all her senses were overloaded at once. Rainbow's ears rang like she was standing next to the town bell; her muscles were all spasming at the same time; she was practically screaming with pleasure; and for a moment she felt that she understood the entire universe, and that she was one with Pinkie in that short time.
She came out of her euphoric haze to discover that she'd collapsed onto her stomach, forelegs still pinned beneath her chest and her other limbs splayed out to the sides. The pressure on top of her told her that Pinkie had let herself fall onto Rainbow's back, the strap-on still inside. If the feeling she had for Pinkie earlier was powerful, it was nothing against her post-orgasmic bliss. Everything was so perfect when they were together, and Rainbow had to let Pinkie know how much she cared, and how much she needed the other pony. But, for some reason, Rainbow couldn't remember how to make words. Even if she could, it was doubtful that she would have been able to get them out through her sniffling.
Strangely, she wasn't sure when she had started crying, or even when she fully realized that she was doing it. The wetness under the blindfold just seemed to fade into being, as did the hiccuping sounds coming out of her mouth. It wasn't even that she felt sad; on the contrary, she was happier than she'd ever been in her life. Rainbow didn't understand why she would be crying.
Pinkie lay down so that her body crossed Rainbow's and her head was right next to the pegasus's, and started stroking her mane soothingly with her hoof. With her other, she started untying the rope around Rainbow's neck as a small, wet trail trickled out from the bottom of one side of the blindfold. Despite not being able to see anything, Rainbow turned her head to look at what she guessed was Pinkie's face.
"That was amazing," she choked as she pushed up against the pink pony, desperate for as much physical contact as possible. "Oh, sweet Celestia... I love you so much, Pinkie! Please don't ever leave me!"
"I'll never leave as long as you want me around, Dashie," said Pinkie. She finished untying the rope, and then reached over and started fiddling with the spreader bar.
"I want what you want. I want to make you happy." Rainbow sniffled loudly. "You... you make me feel safe... No, you keep me safe..."
The bar popped loose. Rainbow's wings started fluttering by themselves, still excited from her explosive orgasm, so Pinkie had to catch them one with the bar still attached to get it the rest of the way off, and then she had to fight them to remove the rings and the cuffs. It was doubly hard work because Rainbow, who was too out-of-it to comprehend that she was getting in the way, started twisting around, trying to nuzzle her. Once the cuffs were finally off, the earth pony rolled Rainbow over onto her back.
"Sit up and give me your hooves," Pinkie said.
"I don't even know how to s-say it right. I've never felt like this about anypony b-before, Pinkie!" Rainbow babbled on, voice cracking into a squeaky parody of the way she usually sounded. Tears were still brimming below her eyes. "I lov—love you, I love you so much..."
"Rainbow, give me your hooves," repeated the pink pony, slowly and clearly. Hiccuping, Rainbow presented them as best she could, and Pinkie began untying them and loosening the rest of her bindings as well.
"I just love you so much... I-I don't... I don't understand... You're perfect... and I'm... just... just..."
"You're just everything I always wanted wrapped up in one pony," interrupted Pinkie softly, as the ropes began to slip off Rainbow's body at last. "You're my perfect little pegasus."
"A-am I really?" Rainbow pleaded, now in a timid voice more suited to a filly than a grown mare. She needed Pinkie to form her opinion for her, because at that moment there was nothing left of the egotistical pegasus known to Ponyville. By then, she had become her role—had she met herself in her normal state, she probably wouldn't even have recognized the loud, brash pegasus if she didn't already know who she was.
But at the same time, the mare she became wasn't really a different pony; not really; she was just Rainbow Dash without all the things that made her so confident, just like the 'other' Dash was Rainbow without her crippling need for intimate affection. They were all just different parts of her, but this part had been so well-hidden she hadn't known it existed before she started dating Pinkie. Maybe, had something gone differently, it would have been the quiet, submissive pony who was the 'real' Rainbow, and her confidence would have been hidden away instead.
"Yes, Dashie," Pinkie answered her earlier question, and Rainbow felt relief wash over her. "You're the sweetest, most loyal, most loving pony in the whole wide world, and don't you ever anypony tell you think otherwise."
They lay there for a while, and eventually Rainbow pressed her muzzle into Pinkie's neck, letting the other mare's mane hide her face, and began to nuzzle her without really processing what she was doing. This was the feeling she wanted more than anything else: that Pinkie was there, as real as she possibly could be, and protecting her from everything that had taught her to fear any sort of tender experience for most of her life.
"You're such a brave little pegasus... such a perfect Dashie-pony..." Pinkie murmured into the still-blindfolded mare's ear. She pressed her muzzle against the prismatic mane and gave the top of her head a sort of half-kiss. Then she said, apparently noticing that Rainbow kept trying and failing to speak, "What is it, Dashie?"
"Uh... C-can I... you know..." said Rainbow meekly, flattening her ears back and looking down in an overt display of submission. "...can I... d-do you now? I want to... to make you f-feel good..."
"You want to pleasure me?"
Rainbow nodded.
"Of course you can," Pinkie told her. She moved Rainbow away for a second, leaned back, and propped herself up on her elbows while she opened her hind legs to present her marehood. The pink pony placed one hoof on Rainbow's head and gently pushed the pegasus down. "Get like you were before. Bend over."
"Okay..." Rainbow got down on her knees and front hooves, her rear pointing into the air as she had when Pinkie was rutting her, so her face was an inch away from Pinkie's snatch. She could smell the other pony's arousal; it was very different from her own—it was kind of sweet, as opposed to Rainbow's thunderstorm smell. There was something in it that reminded Rainbow very distantly of cupcakes and sugar.
She stuck out her tongue and gave Pinkie a small lick in a randomly chosen spot that turned out to be the hood of her clit. This seemed to please the pink pony, if the way she started rubbing her ears was anything to go by, so she did it again. The taste was unusual, but not altogether unpleasant; there was definitely a sweet taste about the pink mare, like with her scent.
After smacking her lips together a couple of times and licking some of the fluid from her muzzle, Rainbow ran her tongue from the lowest point all the way up to Pinkie's stomach. Then she pushed her tongue into the slit and started probing around, waiting for a reaction. Rainbow actually didn't have much experience eating out other mares before she started dating Pinkie, so she was really just blundering around in the dark, so to speak. But Pinkie seemed to like what she did, despite it being, for the most part, completely random actions on the blue mare's part.
And, fortunately, Pinkie wasn't afraid to tell her exactly what she wanted. She rubbed her clit a few times with her free hoof and then gestured at it. "Right here, Dashie. Focus on this for a bit."
Rainbow flicked her tongue lightly against the little button a few times. Apparently, pushing against it with her tongue was a very good thing, because it made Pinkie moan a little bit. Encouraged, Rainbow placed her lips on it and began sucking gently on it, licking at it every so often. Though she was certain she could never learn to do some of the things Pinkie could do with her mouth, she was starting to think maybe she had improved since their first time.
Two hooves took her ears and gently pulled her forward, until her muzzle and one side of her face were pressed right up against Pinkie's snatch. Instead of trying to move away, Rainbow welcomed the contact, and once she was in the right position to do so, she slid her tongue into the pink pony and pushed as far in as she could and wiggled it around. This made Pinkie sigh happily and pat her on the head.
"Goooood Dashie," she groaned. "Good giiirl... good giiiirl..."
Her moans were getting louder and more passionate, signaling that she was very close. Rainbow tried to push her tongue further in, and, failing that, she took it out and started planting very sloppy, wet kisses on random parts of Pinkie's cunt and lapping—still rather amateurishly—at her folds. Pinkie suddenly held her by the ears again, and when she regained her bearings, Rainbow found herself being used as a masturbation aid.
It was a little uncomfortable to have Pinkie rubbing herself against her muzzle, but she was genuinely pleased by it, since it made Pinkie happy. Actually, it was kind of thrilling because Rainbow was rarely able to make Pinkie cum without having to use a vibrator. Excited, Rainbow did everything she could to intensify Pinkie's experience. The party pony's moaning turned to a sort of weird laughter-like exclamation when Rainbow started rubbing her cutie marks with her hooves.
"Such a perfect pegasus," Pinkie gasped, shuddering at the touch as she played with Rainbow's mane. "Pinkie Pie's Perfect Pretty Pegasus Pony..."
Immediately following this odd alliterative statement, she inhaled sharply and arched her back with a loud cry. As she came, she wrapped her hooves around Rainbow's head and pushed the pegasus up against her snatch again. Struggling was no use, so Rainbow tried to go with it to the best of her ability, flicking her tongue against one of the outer folds and running it over her clit. This seemed to prolong Pinkie's orgasm, as she continued to breathe heavily and push against Rainbow's head for a long time.
Eventually, Pinkie relaxed, and her muscles began to untense. She seemed to melt for a short time after that, releasing Rainbow's ears with a satisfied sigh, her body still twitching and shuddering a little. When she zoned back in again, she prompted Rainbow to turn over and sit up. Rainbow immediately clung to her.
"Did I do okay?" Rainbow asked with a watery, nervous smile.
Pinkie nodded. "You did fine, Dashie. Just perfect..."
She pushed Rainbow's blindfold down and let it hang around her neck like a bandana. Rainbow blinked blearily as her puffy, red-rimmed eyes adjusted to the new light level. All the sex had left her quite a mess: her mane stuck out wildly everywhere, there were tear tracks down half her face, the other half was smeared with sticky, sweet-smelling vaginal fluid.
Her eyes were still blurred by a few tears, which was odd because she didn't really feel much of anything except for a desire to be as close to Pinkie Pie as she could for as long as she could. Even as she wiped them away with her aching wing, she decided it was probably the sudden change in lighting that was making her eyes tear up now. After spending such a long time in the dark, the lamp's bulb was almost painful to Rainbow's eyes.
"I-it's b-ri-ight," she finally commented to Pinkie, voice cracking into a squeak again. Clearing her throat, she repeated, "It's bright... can you... uh..."
"Hold on," said Pinkie softly. "I'll go turn it off."
The thought of separation from Pinkie made Rainbow's stomach turn over, but she reluctantly nodded her head and let the pink pony slide onto the floor. Pinkie trotted over to the door and flipped the light switch, plunging them both into total darkness. On her way back to the bed, she stopped again to open the curtains on her window, which allowed a beautiful, bright ray of light from Luna's moon to shine through.
"Is that better?"
"Yeah," Rainbow replied distantly. She looked pleadingly at Pinkie. "Please come back..."
As soon as Pinkie was back on the bed, the sniffling blue pony immediately cuddled right back up against her, trying to get as close to her as possible. She was starting to shake as she experienced the beginnings of an adrenaline crash, so Pinkie helped her slide under the covers and let her drink from the glass of water on the table next to her bed before joining her. The moment Pinkie lay down, Rainbow moved around until she could curl up against her. One of Pinkie's hooves petted her head lovingly, eliciting a contented cooing noise from the pegasus, and the other foreleg hooked around her front in a partly possessive, partly protective gesture.
"Mmmh, that was n-nice," Rainbow mumbled into Pinkie's sheets, rubbing her cheek on the bigger pony's chest. "Hey Pinkie?"
"Yes, my little Dashie?"
"I'm real glad I did that... th-thing... with the rope." One of her wings opened up and covered Pinkie. "It made me realize I'd do anything for you. 'Cause... you know... I would."
"I don't know if you've realized this, but you mean everything to me," Pinkie said softly. "I'll always love you. Even when we're apart, I'll always come back to you."
"Really?" Rainbow asked. The word was marred halfway through by an involuntary, exhausted yawn. "Am I really that?"
"I, Pinkie Pie, swear that I will always love Rainbow Dash," whispered Pinkie. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
At first, Rainbow didn't say or do anything, but after a few moments, her mouth curled upward into a tentative smile. It wasn't Rainbow Dash's cocky grin, but it also wasn't like the trembling, timorous expressions she'd been offering before. There was just a little element of her shining through; the stunt pegasus inside peeping out to see if the commotion was over yet.
She yawned again, buried herself further into the pink pony's warm embrace, and closed her eyes. "You're the best, Pinkie Pie."
