One Stormy Afternoon

Part 2
"Fun and Games"

1
“Under the Bed”

Before Rainbow Dash could even begin to process what was happening, Pinkie Pie rose to her hooves and padded off towards her vanity... where she grabbed her pet Gummy.

Gummy the Gator usually gave Dash the creeps, but she never said anything. He was tiny and green, his short legs could move him fast as she could fly, and when he wasn't moving he was still as any other random object in Pinkie's room. She also tended to not see him unless he was right in front of her, and even then... His pale purple, independently blinking eyes always made her skin crawl. He was Pinkie's pet, though, so she had to tolerate him. As Pinkie bent down to get him, Dash got a look at her... mare bits.

Going along with Rainbow's first thoughts, her personal bits were indeed... a bit swollen and moist. With Pinkie by the window, the cool breeze wafting her warm scent in Dash's direction, the Pegasus took in some air through her nose. This was enough for her to be sure. Pinkie Pie was aroused, therefore the only logical conclusion Rainbow could make was that Pinkie Pie was coming on to her.

"Come back here, Pinkie Pie," Rainbow said, patting on the floor. "Sit with me for a while."

Bringing Gummy over and setting him on the bed, Pinkie did just that... again, snuzzling right into Rainbow's side and happily sighing.

"Pinkie Pie," Rainbow began slowly. "Let's talk. I've always kind of liked you..."

Pinkie giggled:

"And I've always liked you!"

Rainbow chuckled, looking down at her friend with a grin. Pinkie looked up, her eyes twinkling innocently in the faint light. Sighing and unable to think straight, the Pegasus thought maybe a more physical demonstration was in order.

She kissed the top of Pinkie's head, gently and slowly at first, barely touching it. Pinkie wriggled on the floor in response, snuggling in tighter. Dash held her securely and kissed her on the side of the face. Pinkie responded, again, by smiling and giggling. This was surely a sign Dash was reading her right... so she started rubbing her back rhythmically, pulling her in even tighter.

"Uh, Dashie... what're you doing?"

"It's okay," Rainbow replied, again rubbing Pinkie's back, this time a bit lower. "You don't have to pretend anymore. Just go with it!"

"Um... okee!"

Dash and Pinkie looked each other in the eyes again, Dash's rubbing now getting a little bit closer to Pinkie's softer parts. She leaned in, lips together, as she rubbed lower and lower... towards Pinkie's tiny, adorable rump. She finally touched it. It was just as squishy as she imagined, but it wasn't to last...

"No!" Pinkie cried, pulling back sharply.

Pinkie looked as though tears could start welling up in her eyes at any moment, instantly pulling Dash out of her trance.

* * *

Rainbow Dash removed her hooves and instinctively put them where they could both be seen.

"Uh,” she said, trying to keep from getting upset herself. "What- what just happened?"

"Did you think I," Pinkie began, smiling uncomfortably. "Wanted to... you know?"

Dash nodded before she could even think to stop herself.

Pinkie's eyes dropped to the floor as she thought about everything in her own drunken, fuzzy way.

"You and AJ,” she began. “You like each other the same way the Cakes like each other... don't you?"

Rainbow put a hoof to the back of her head, searching for the words carefully. They alluded her in the fog... so she just winged it:

"Kind of... We're not, you know, married and everything, but we're an off and on kind of couple. AJ's pretty busy with her farm and everything, so I take what I can get."

Pinkie smiled, looking up at her friend with the same, nearly tear-filled look as she had before:

"You like me that way, too... don't you, Dashie?"

Rainbow smiled uncomfortably:

"I thought you were telling me with your body that you liked me, too, Pinkie. Your personal bits were kind of a dead giveaway."

"My personal bits!?" Pinkie Pie nearly jumped out of her skin, but thankfully sat back down. She sighed deeply, staring at the floor. "Rainbow Dash... I'm sorry."

"Pinkie, you've got nothing to be-"

Pinkie shook her head. Even in her current state, Dash knew enough to listen:

"Dashie, sometimes when I'm around a pony I really like I start thinking about things I really like. I guess you saw that and must've thought..."

Rainbow was nodding already, but puzzled. Though Pinkie trailed off, and both ponies were drunk, she probably would have still been confused at her best.

"What do you mean?"

The pink pony looked up at her, again letting out a sigh:

"If you promise not to tell anypony, can I show you something?"

"Of course, Pinkie Pie! I Pinkie Promise not to tell a soul!" Dash repeated Pinkie's rhyme, “cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”

Pinkie smiled warmly hearing Rainbow Dash repeat her rhyme. She found herself slowly moving away from the bed, the Pegasus following suit.

Rainbow looked on as Pinkie went under her bed and pulled out a deep, long wooden box. It looked quite old, but clean and sturdy, resembling something that miners used to carry their tools around some 50 years earlier. Despite its ancient appearance, it still had Pinkie's zest -- it was covered in colorful animal stickers and crayon drawings of what Dash guessed was Pinkie's family. There were two mares, a stallion, and a few fillies (one that looked quite a bit like a little Pinkie). The box also had a rather inviting, familiar smell... like perfume. It was warming to the nose, gentle, but pronounced.

"What's all this?" Rainbow asked, feeling Pinkie's eyes on her.

"Dashie, this is really special to me," Pinkie began. "This was my first toy box... Granny Pie gave it to me when I was only 3.” Rainbow just smiled as Pinkie continued, “even with all this liquid confidence in me I'm not sure if I'm brave enough to show you what's inside. Please understand..."

"Well, you don't have to, Pinkie," Dash replied, gently. "But I'm curious now that I see the box. Would it be better if I opened it?"

Pinkie shook her head, pulling open a latch:

"I can do it.”

Rainbow watched as one by one, Pinkie loosened the rest of the latches and opened the box wide. Once opened, the box was set on the floor and Pinkie motioned towards it with her eyes.

Dash pulled herself over and sniffed the air. Up close the smell was overpowering.

Foal Powder?

Rainbow didn't look up to question it... instead she looked further into the box:

Inside was a folded up cyan blanket, a few foal's toys, a white plastic package about the size of a jumbo saddle bag, and a foal's bottle with matching pacifier.

"Pinkie," Rainbow said, looking up at her friend. "What is all this?"

For once, Pinkie Pie looked genuinely embarrassed. She blushed, unable to answer the question fully:

"It's all mine."

Most of the things in the box could be easily identified, except for the white package. Curiously Rainbow Dash picked it up, realizing one of the sides had been ripped open. She looked at the torn side, pulling away shredded bits of plastic to get a better look inside. She took a breath... this was definitely the source of the smell. Peeking in, she saw pink plastic, almost matching Pinkie's coat, along with strong white tapes. If Rainbow didn't know any better, she thought she was looking at...

"Diapers?" She said aloud, taking one out and looking at it. It was roughly the size of one of Twilight's old spell books. "Woah, these are way too big to be for foals!"

Pinkie nodded:

"They're mine."

"Pinkie Pie," Dash looked up at her. "You wear these?"

Again, Pinkie nodded. Gummy had her tongue, as she probably would have said.

"Why?"

"Well, Dashie," Pinkie said, trying to think carefully about the next words she wanted to use, despite the fuzz in her brain. "Sometimes... I just like to. They're super-duper comfy, plus it's fun to pretend sometimes. When I'm all alone with no pony to talk to, I like to put them on sometimes and pretend I'm a foal."

Dash nodded, truly meaning what she was about to say:

"Alright then, Pinkie. I understand."

Pinkie beamed a grin that looked as though she could rocket off the floor in excitement.

"You do?"

Again, Rainbow Dash nodded:

"Sure! We all have our... let's call them our 'special interests'. Even I've got some... but why are you showing me all this?"

Pinkie looked away again and blushed:

"It's silly, Dashie."

"Try me."

"I'm not sure I wanna-"

"You can tell me Pinkie. Come on..." Dash pulled an idea half-jokingly out of the air. "You probably want to ask me to treat you like a foal for a while, don't you?"

Pinkie looked at the ground and sniffed.

"Come on, Pinkie Pie... I was just fooling around. I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings, okay? I can take this seriously."

Pinkie continued to stare at the floor. Dash put a hoof on her shoulder and patted her gently.

"That's really what you want... isn't it?"

The pink mare nodded, weakly smiling up at her friend. Rainbow smiled back, hiccuping:

"Pinkie Pie.... you put so much effort into making me and all our friends happy. Pinkie, I love you for it! Why not?"

Pinkie's eyes went wide:

"Really?"

Dash nodded:

“Really.”

Pinkie hugged her tightly... and Rainbow hugged back, but this time she kept her hooves above her friend's tummy. Pinkie still snuzzled affectionately into Rainbow's neck, causing the mare's rainbow mane to stand up all over the place (even more so than it usually does). When they broke away, Dash straightened her mane and took a breath.

Pinkie could move fast. She was already on the bed, leaving Rainbow Dash rubbing her eyes and blinking in surprise. The earth pony had stuck the pacifier in her mouth and was laying on her back, clutching the blanket... completely exposed, submitting to her cyan marefriend. Dash couldn't help but grin at the sight of Pinkie Pie... legs splayed open, completely relaxed and vulnerable. She shook her head:

Focus you perverted mare!

She was doing this for Pinkie... not herself. She grabbed the diaper she removed from the package and took a breath.