This is just an extra chapter, taking place chronologically between Chapter 9 (Going Right For the Goods) and Chapter 10 (Return to Sender.)

"And then... we totally. Had. Sex."

Pinkie Pie's jaw drops open wordlessly, for once. Applejack just cocks an unimpressed eyebrow.

"...You didn't," Applejack says, more hopeful than accusing.

"Ohhhh yeah we did!" Rainbow Dash holds her head up high. She's sitting on a park bench, towering over her friends. Applejack and Pinkie Pie are resting on the grass.

Applejack snorts. "This is another one o' yer pranks, ain't it? Where are you hidin' the camera, Pinkie?"

Pinkie Pie shrugs innocently.

"Prank?" Rainbow Dash says. "Hey, doin' it with The Dash is no laughing matter!"

"Ugh," Applejack groans. "Please don't call yourself that."

"Whatever, the point is I completely gave it to Twilight Sparkle."

"Pfff..." Applejack waves a hoof dismissively. "I bet you didn't give 'er so much as a goodnight kiss."

"Oh, I gave her a kiss. Right on the lips. Her back lips, if you know what I mean." Dash waggles her eyebrows as much as possible.

"Ooooooooh!" Pinkie Pie nods very seriously.

"Ugh, come on." Applejack rolls her eyes again.

"Sex. I mean sex. I'm talking about oral sex," Rainbow Dash explains.

Pinkie Pie gives a hushed gasp. "Mouth sex! Wow!" she whispers.

Applejack shakes her head, giving Dash a withering stare. Then, slowly, she comes around to a wince. "You... you didn't really. Did you?" she asks.

"Hell yeah I did!" Rainbow Dash poses in victory, almost thumping her chest. "I got right up in there! Ate her out like... like a... like something good."

"Like a cookie?" Pinkie asks.

Rainbow Dash puts a hoof to her chin, considering that. "Nah, not really like a cookie," she says.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Applejack almost sounds angry now. "You set her up on a date and then you just did it with her."

"Well yeah. That's the whole point of a date, right?" Rainbow Dash says.

"No it ain't!" Applejack says. "I mean... that ain't the whole point."

"Like you would know." Rainbow Dash grins. "Besides, that was the point of this date. Twilight's got that Luna thing going on. I was just helping her out."

Applejack looks even more disturbed than before. She shakes her head slowly, turning away in a sulky huff. "Y'all are crazy. I mean, she's your friend, for pony's sake. Have some respect. I can't even... I... I dunno," she mutters.

"It was crazy. Crazy awesome!" Dash is all bravado again, flaring her wings out.

"Did you do anything else? Or did you just eat her like a banana?" Pinkie Pie asks, now munching popcorn she inexplicably pulled out of nowhere.

"...banana?" Applejack raises her head in confusion. She is ignored.

"Oh man, we did all kinds of stuff! I gave her the mouth sex for a while. Drove her wild." Rainbow Dash points with a hoof, grinning like an expert. "Then I got on top and just gave it to her."

"Neat!" Pinkie Pie nods along.

"...gave it to 'er?" Applejack wonders.

"Yeah, it was great! I was like, un! Un! Un!" Rainbow Dash thrusts her hips in the air, pumping her forelegs. "And then Twilight was like, 'Oh Rainbow Dash, you're amazing! You're so good!'"

"Hee hee! She would say that," Pinkie Pie says, still munching popcorn.

"And then... oh man, this part... you know how Twilight's really good at magic?"

Again, both ponies hang their mouth open. Not quite as much as before, but still good. Dash grins.

"...magic? Is that... safe?" Applejack cringes.

"Don't care! It was too... awesome." Rainbow Dash stares off into space, almost as satisfied as during the event itself.

"Wowie! Did she use her magic like this?" Pinkie drops her popcorn so she can make a ridiculously lewd gesture with her hooves.

"Naw... it was more like this..." Rainbow Dash makes a lewd gesture of her own. Applejack's eyes dart back and forth between them, her cheeks slowly turning red. Pinkie and Dash just keep making gestures, and then Pinkie starts in with sound effects.

"Okay!" Applejack shoots up onto her hooves. "Beggin' yer pardon, but I gotta go... do... somethin'. Right now. Y'all have a good one."

She trots away without waiting for their response. They silently watch her go, dropping their sexual mime acts.

"Did we make her mad?" Pinkie says quietly.

"Eh, she's just a tight ass about this kind of stuff. Whatever."

They both pause. Applejack rapidly shrinks until she rounds a bend in the path and disappears. Pinkie Pie dives back into her popcorn, but Rainbow Dash's eyes linger on the path. She heaves a sigh.

If only...

"Anyway..." She turns back to Pinkie. "I scored. With Twilight. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Extra cool!" Pinkie sprays bits of popcorn as she speaks. "Are you and Twilight gonna do it again?"

"Huh. I dunno." Rainbow puts a hoof to her chin for just a second. "It was pretty awesome. But she's got a real thing for Luna going on. And I kinda thought I should get out there more. You know, mix it up. Play the field."

"Hee hee! You are such a player, Dashie! I bet you get all the fillies!"

"Uhhh... yeah. Yeah! You know me." Dash grins, but not with her eyes.

"And all the colts, too! Wow, you're so lucky."

"Ha, yeah, that's me... just doin' ponies left and right. Nopony is safe!" She glares, all confidence again.

"Oooooh!" Pinkie couldn't look more enthralled. Then she sexily cocks an eyebrow. "So who are you gonna do next?"

Dash's face falls for a second. "Uh..." She starts to speak, but nothing comes out and she trails off before remembering to be herself. "Uh, I... don't really have a next target lined up. Because I've done so many ponies. You know, it's getting hard to find new ones. Small town, heh."

"Gosh, I never thought of that!" Pinkie looks seriously concerned. Clearly the fate of Equestria hinges on Rainbow Dash getting laid regularly. "Maybe I could throw a party to find you some new ponies to do it with!"

"Ha!" Dash quickly forms a picture in her head. "Yeah, you could like, have 'em fill out applications."

"And then they line up and you get to pick out the best one!"

"Hahaha! Awesome! I'd be all like, in a big chair. With a drink in a fancy glass. All like, 'That one. And that one. That will do,'" Dash says with a snooty wave of her hoof.

"You could ask them questions and stuff! It'll be like a game. A sex interview game!"

"Eh, just talking is kind of boring. We should do it like a talent show."

"YES!" Pinkie shoots up onto her hooves. "That would be the best! They would be like, 'Rainbow Dash! You should have sex with ME because I can do THIS!'" Pinkie proceeds to close her eyes and shake her rump furiously, her thick tail thwumping about.

"Pfffft haha! Not really what I was picturing, but not bad. I would totally pick that pony."

"What about a pony who could do this?"

Pinkie flops onto her back and starts pulling her hind legs up towards her head, grunting and straining. Her back end hovers just off the ground, bobbing in front of Dash. Dash's eyes go a little wide. She can clearly see Pinkie's... well, everything. She stares a little longer than she means to before she gets confused.

"What are you doing?" Rainbow asks.

"I'm putting my – hng – feet behind my – erg – head!" Pinkie says, while failing to do any such thing. "I saw this movie once where a mare did it and then a couple of stallions..."

"Oh yeah! I think I watched that one with you."

"The one where they put their thingies in her..."

"OH yeah. THAT one. That was wild."

"I know!" Pinkie gives up on her stunt, letting her legs drop onto the grass. She's lying on her back in front of Dash, propped up on her elbows a little, just grinning like she always does. "She took it like a champ."

"Heh, yeah..." Dash looks away for some reason. "Anyway, I gotta get back to work. I've been on lunch for like, two hours now," Rainbow says. She's not lying. "I'll see you later. Cool?"

"Okie dokie lokie!"

Pinkie Pie gets up and bounces off to do whatever it is Pinkie does. Rainbow Dash smiles and takes off instantly, darting up into the sky without so much as a glance back.

Rainbow Dash slices through a thick, dark stack of clouds, cutting her way across the sky. Everything around her is roiling and dark and menacing, and she's loving every second of it. You can only spend so long building a playground before you have to go play on it, right?

She dives and soars and loops, her heart pounding in her chest. She and the rest of the weather team have spent the last few days working on this particular playground. For all their control and schedule over the forces of nature, there are certain things that just need to happen if all is to go smoothly. Spring thunderstorms happen to be one of them. It's not really a problem. Not for Rainbow Dash, anyway.

Her stomach lurches as she slides into an updraft, popping her up into the thick, dark rolls of an angry cloud. She folds her wings to the side to minimize drag, purely on instinct, not thinking at all. She pierces right through, cursing the condensation on her goggles.

She rolls slowly, letting the wind buffet her around. It's like floating on rough water, lost in an endless sea of dark gray. She can't even see the ground below – she's surrounded on all sides, sealed inside the storm. It's disorienting. It's scary. It's dangerous.

It's so cool.

She grins arrogantly and drops into a dive, straight down, making her heart jump up into her throat. She brakes with her wings and loops back up as the clouds below her get nearer, but she could've waited longer.

That wasn't even close... would a Wonderbolt have pulled up that early? That's right, I didn't think so!

She grins and dives again, then up and down again, cutting it closer each time, craving the rush in her blood each time those clouds loom larger and larger in her vision.

Something flickers in the corner of her eye, off to the left. Something bright. And then her whole body shakes as thunder booms through the sky, roaring right through her. Her mouth goes dry, but her heart is still racing – this is dangerous, really real dangerous.

They never plan lightning. You don't make lightning. It just happens, a by-product of the necessary storm. It's a bit of wild sticking out of a system where they otherwise have utter control.

Sure, a pegasus can kick a little bolt or two out of a cloud sometimes. That's foal stuff – just a slap and a jolt and a bang. Rainbow Dash has done it dozens of times as a prank.

But the real deal?

That shit is no joke.

She smiles warily and stops her tricks and stunts, evening out into a straight glide. She scans around her, knowing you never see it coming but trying anyway. The sky looks innocuous enough – just dark clouds as far as the eye can see.

She spies a lighter tuft of cloud and knows without thinking that a good updraft will be nearby. She banks, turning towards that inviting patch of air...

Her eyes snap shut. Bright light pierces through anyway, and then she's pushed and jumbled around, locked in a raging box of sound. Her ears sting. Her heart feels like it's stopped.

It passes quickly, and she regains control just as fast. Her heart is really pounding now, sweat freezes on her brow as soon as it forms. Every hair on her coat is standing on end. She looks around, knowing it's silly. It never strikes in the same place twice, they say.

Still. That one was a little close. Even she can admit that. Time to turn in.

What?! No! No there's so many cool wind formations come on come ooooonnnnnn...

She ignores the cocky voice in her head and enters a shallow dive. She slows a little as she sinks through the bottom layer of clouds, flying blind in a gray soup, and then she breaks through.

Ponyville is laid out below her. It isn't too late, but the town looks deserted. Compliments of the Equestrian Weather Service, thank you very much. Dash smiles. She really loves her job, sometimes.

Misty rain washes over her, coating her goggles even more. It's getting really difficult to see.

Rain already? It wasn't supposed to... what time is it again?

Dash has no idea. She swoops low over Ponyville's rooftops...

I think I'm low anyway is that the clock tower or town hall? Dammit these stupid goggles...

She curses under her breath, as if she wouldn't be completely blind in rain without them. The wind seems more violent now that there are things nearby to crash into, and her body jerking up and down in the air is the wrong kind of exhilarating.

It's cool it's all cool time to go home just a few minutes' flight...

Lightning flashes in the distance, the clouds grinning at her. A twisted, murderer's smile. Any second now, the skies will open up.

Ah... hmm. Huh.

With nopony around to witness it, Dash perches on top of the fountain in Ponyville's town square. She wipes at her goggles and darts her eyes around, shivering in the wind. She curls her wings around her body, but it doesn't do much.

Come on you sissy just fly home it's no big deal it's just lightning.

Rain and wind, okay... no big deal. But lightning? Come on. There's nopony around to impress. It's cool. The lightning is supposed to slack off after a few hours anyway, just...

...sit here?

Sure. Sure.

She looks around again, feeling the first real raindrops slapping into her coat. There's that strange tightness in the air, winding in her breath. That weird tension before any big storm. The wind feels like it's blowing right through her. She realizes all at once that her whole body is shivering.

Okay... what's the plan here?

Her eyes scan around. Nothing but dark storefronts and bits of leaves and branches flying through the air. She turns around.

Whoa!

A giant, glowing cupcake towers before her. She wipes at her goggles again.

...oh. Sugarcube Corner.

Hey! Sugarcube Corner!

The bell above the door jingles as Rainbow Dash lets herself in.

"Dashie! Hey!" Pinkie Pie looks up from kneading a pile of dough, her eyes huge and happy.

"'Sup, Pinks." Dash flaps her wings a few times, flicking water all over the floor. She just barely avoided being soaked through to the bone.

"Did you come for some baked treats? Because everything's mostly closed up. The Cakes turned in already. I'm just having some fun." Pinkie grins and squishes her hooves into the dough.

"That's okay. I just wanted to... uh... hang out." Rainbow Dash sidles up to the front counter and sits, calculating every move for maximum aloof coolness. She slides her goggles up onto her forehead. "Whatcha makin'?"

"Pie!" Pinkie throws her hooves up in the air as she yells, sending droplets of dough onto the ceiling. She doesn't seem to notice. "This one's gonna be blueberry and that one's gonna be banana cream and that one's apple! Of course!" She rolls her eyes on the last sentence.

"Cool. Pie. I like pie," Dash says. She winces at her own words, wondering where her brain went.

Must be cold or something...

She does still feel like she's shivering a little. Warm tingling is coursing through her hooves and wing tips as feeling returns.

"Everypony likes pie." Pinkie rolls her eyes again, almost rolling her whole head. "I'd love to hang out, Rainbow Dash. We can have a rainy day indoor hang out party! But I wanna finish these, first. Can you give me just a few secs?"

Dash's whole body freezes and her face goes blank. "Secs?" she says.

"Yeah! You know, second. Sec. Sec of second of secs. Hmm... I wonder why ponies don't say min instead of minute? Like, hey, gimme a min here!"

"Uhhhh..."

"I dunno! Anyway, gimme just a few more mins and I'll have these sweet babies in the oven. And then we can... chillax!" Pinkie points her hooves at Rainbow Dash on the last word, striking a very Rainbow Dash-esque pose.

"Uh... heh... sure..." Dash nods.

Pinkie goes back to squishing dough under her hooves, humming tunelessly. Dash fidgets less and less as she dries out and warms up. Now that those needs are met, she starts wondering how to pass the next few hours. She hadn't wanted to hang out, actually. She really wants to just go home.

Yeah, take a nap, chill for a while... just have some Dash time.

She looks around the bakery. Rain is pounding at the windows now. Most of the store is dark and cold looking, the weather outside bleeding in somehow. The ovens and counter are a warm, glowing island.

Thunder crashes outside again. Flying right now would be both very brave and very stupid.

So it looks like she's stuck here for a while. She's wondered before how Pinkie passes time when they aren't hanging out, and she was never sure if she really wanted to know. And now they're both cooped up inside... what are they gonna do, read books? Or no, watch a movie? That sounds good.

She opens her mouth to raise the question just as Pinkie turns and walks away, balancing an unbaked pie on her nose. She watches Pinkie sliding the pie into one of the bakery's many ovens. Her friend is wearing a ridiculously cute apron, white with red frills all along the edges, and her spastic pink poof of a tail is bouncing all over the place.

Rainbow Dash doesn't really notice the tingle in her wings at first. Her eyes start bobbing up and down in time to Pinkie's rump. The pink earth pony is bouncing on her hooves just a little as she bakes, dancing to a song in her head.

Man, her ass is WAY bigger than Twilight's.

Her eyes go wide at her own thought.

Uh... wha... huh? It's just Pinkie.

Dash narrows her eyes a little, not sure how to feel about what she's thinking. Her chest feels a little tight, almost like she's nervous... just like how she felt the whole time she was cooking for Twilight. Her eyes wander all over Pinkie on their own. There are bits of dough and patches of flour staining her pink coat. Dash's mouth waters a little, and she gets the sudden urge to clean Pinkie off. With her tongue.

She licks her lips. Her eyes narrow further into a predator's glare.

Yeah but... hold on. It's just Pinkie!

She thinks back to a few days ago, watching her friend try to contort herself in the most exposing way possible. She could see pretty much everything. It wasn't bad.

No, no, come on... it's just Pinkie.

She closes her eyes and shakes her head, trying to throw off these random urges. Then she jolts in place as she realizes that her wings are sticking straight up on either side, quivering with tension. She takes another long, hard look at her friend, still obliviously humming and bouncing.

Well why not? She's pretty cute.

Yeah but... it's just Pinkie. I mean... does she even...?

Only one way to find out.

So... I'm doing this? I'm gonna fuck Pinkie Pie?

Talk about low hanging fruit.

Hey, come on. She's cool. This could be fun.

Or it could be weird. And what if she's all like... Pinkie Pie about it?

Dash snorts quietly, holding in a laugh. In her mind's eye she saw Pinkie on her back in a bed, giving a sultry look. She slowly spread her legs, only to have a burst of confetti and streamers pop out from between them, heralded by the sounds of a noisemaker.

"Hmm?" Pinkie turns to her, eyebrows raised, holding a pie in her mouth.

"Huh? Nothing." Dash puts on an innocent grin.

"Mmm mmm." Pinkie nods and slides the last pie into the oven.

She's got really bright blue eyes.

They're pretty. Never really noticed before.

And a nice big ass...

Okay, definitely want to do Pinkie all of a sudden. Who cares if we're friends, right? It's cool.

I'm stuck here for a few hours anyway.

She forces her wings back into place with her hooves just as Pinkie returns to the counter. Pinkie is too busy starting to clean up to notice the devious grin slowly spreading across Rainbow Dash's face.

"Hey, uh... Pinkie?"

"Mmhmm?"

"You don't have like, a boyfriend or anything? Do you?"

Pinkie drops a towel from her mouth, belting out peals of cheery laughter. "Hahaha! Don't be silly, Dashie! You know I don't. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever had a boyfriend. Not for realsies."

Most other ponies would've looked sad delivering that sentence. Pinkie just looks genuinely curious. She keeps cleaning, barely missing a beat.

"Right. Yeah." Rainbow Dash is about to press on when Pinkie Pie talks again.

"I would tell you if I had a boyfriend, Dashie. Besides, remember when we had drunk sloppy makeouts? I wouldn't be having drunk sloppy makeouts with my friend if I had a boyfriend."

"Drunk sloppy what?" Dash panics slightly. She takes a long, curious look at Pinkie. "That actually happened?"

"Did it ever!" Pinkie lowers her eyebrows. Then, impossibly, her eyes show the tiniest hint of sadness. "You don't remember? That was the night of the Winter Wrap Up Festival."

"Oh! Oh yeah..." Dash rubs the back of her neck, feeling just a bit stupid. Caught out. "Sorry. Heh. I thought I like... dreamed that part or something. That night's kind of fuzzy now."

"You did drink a lot." Pinkie's eyes ease into slight concern.

"Yeah... well you did, too. I think."

"Yuppers! I was a silly sibbly wibbly wobbly drunky party pony that night!" All joy in those eyes again. Dash breathes a sigh of relief. Then Pinkie puts a hoof to her chin.

"Say... come to think of it, we've done that a couple of times now!" Pinkie says. "There was after that party I threw that one time, and then the party in Appleloosa, and then the ride back from Canterlot after the Gala!"

"Hey... yeah..." Dash speaks slowly. "Wait... Gala?"

"Oh yeah! We were in the carriage, and you said you were gonna give me maximum makeouts! You were like, 'Pinkie! Prepare your body!' And I was like, 'Yes ma'am! Pinkie's body is ready!' And then Rarity was like, 'My word, I declare that you two mischievous ruffians should acquire a room for such practices,' and then you were like, 'Oh yeah? WELL WATCH THIS!' and then we had the bestest make outs!"

Dash's mouth hangs open wider and wider as she watches Pinkie pantomime the story.

Crap... I really don't remember that one.

"So yeah! Definitely don't have a boyfriend. Or anything." Pinkie leans over the counter and jabs Rainbow Dash with her elbow, her eyes half-lidded. Rainbow Dash recoils in surprise.

Whoa... she's like, really into this. Hot damn!

Rainbow Dash swallows hard, her dry throat grating against itself.

Come on come on do NOT get the jitters now it's just Pinkie come on I gave it to Twilight like a champ I can do this

"Have you ever... y'know... done it... with a mare?" Dash asks.

"Oh, no way!" Pinkie almost laughs.

Rainbow Dash slumps a little.

"I mean, not that I wouldn't try it," Pinkie continues.

Rainbow Dash's posture improves considerably. Before she can make her move, Pinkie rambles on.

"I think about it sometimes. Sometimes when I'm at work here I'm just like... hmmm... doin' it. Hmmm!" She hugs her forelegs to her chest, staring off into space with a wide smile.

"You think about doing it?"

"Oh, all the time!" Pinkie waves a hoof.

"Heh, yeah. Me too."

"You too?! You come to Sugarcube Corner to think about doing it?" Pinkie looks almost aghast, completely serious.

"Uh... not really what I meant..."

"Oh." Pinkie's face goes blank for a fraction of a second, then explodes with the usual joy again. "But yeah! I think about doing it ALL the time. But I've never done it with a girl. So I'm like... hmmm... how do you put the thingy in the other thingy if neither of you has a thingy?"

Rainbow Dash stares at her in confusion for a second. She shakes her head quickly, all coolness again, and leans in over the counter.

"Oh, it's easy. No big deal. There's all kinds of thingies to play with... even without a colt around," Dash says, grinning.

"Ooooh, that's right! You know all about it, don't you, Rainbow Dash?" Pinkie puts extra emphasis on the name. She leans in close over the counter as well, bouncing her eyebrows at her friend.

Dash's cool façade breaks for a second as her eyes pop open wide. "Yeah... yeah I do." She grins even wider. It only falters a little as she makes her next words. "You know... maybe I could do you a favor and show you how it's done. Since you've been wondering, right?"

Pinkie Pie's face goes blank again. She blinks a few times, just staring. Rainbow Dash holds her grin, her eyes slowly losing hold on the nervous tension behind them.

Then Pinkie jumps up in the air and gasps, one of those patented Pinkie Pie heart-stopping party-idea gasps. It makes Rainbow Dash jump in place.

"Dashie!" Pinkie gasps out. "Are you talking about... doing it? With me?!"

"Uhhh..." Dash averts her eyes, feeling that tickle in her wings again.

"You wanna do IT with ME? Like... have sex? S-E-X?! With ME?!" Pinkie stares, her mouth hanging wide open.

"...yeah, I guess so. Yeah." Dash forces her eyes to lock onto her target, pulling herself together. Pinkie just stares back, completely frozen.

"...do you wanna...?" Dash trails off, then jumps again as Pinkie explodes with noise.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh YES!"

Pinkie darts over the counter and grabs Rainbow Dash's face, planting a flurry of quick little kisses all over it.

*pomf*

Dash watches Pinkie's adorable face stare to either side, taking in a pair of splayed out wings.

"Eeeeeeeeeee so cool!" Pinkie squeals, bouncing on her hooves.

"Yeah..." Dash pauses, horrified at the high-pitched, excited squeak in her own voice. She clears her throat and begins again. "Yeah, they're pretty cool. You really think you can handle The Dash?" She poses against the counter.

"I hope so!" Pinkie bounces around the end of the counter, gasping and stuttering as she goes. "I would love to do it with you, Rainbow Dash! That would just be... I can't even... I don't even... WOW!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm pretty awesome." Dash relaxes completely, calm in victory.

"I can't believe this is even happening! This is the best! I mean, I never thought I'd get the chance to try, and now I get to try with RAINBOW DASH!"

"Heh... yeah... no problem, Pinkie."

"I mean, you're Rainbow Dash! You're just... the... best! You're ALWAYS talking about how awesome you are in bed! I'm so... this is so... eeeeee!" Pinkie trails off into a delighted squeal, bouncing next to Dash.

Rainbow holds a hoof up. "Alright, alright, I get it."

"Oh, sorry!" Pinkie rolls her eyes, looking as happy as can be. "Why am I wasting all this time talking? I'm like, dying here! Let's do it RIGHT NOW!" Pinkie Pie glares intensely, bracing her front hooves up on the counter. She shakes her backside in the air right at Rainbow Dash, sending the blue pegasus' heart roaring into her ears.

Dash snaps her eyes away from that hot pink shaking rump and looks around the cold, dark bakery. "What... here?"

"Yeah! Oooooh, let's do it right on the counter. The Cakes will never know!" Pinkie shoots a look of pure sex over her shoulder.

Rainbow Dash practically quivers on her haunches. "I... uh... I don't know..." Dash tightens her hooves against the floor, putting her cool face back on. "I mean... let's go up to your room. I need a bed so I can really work my moves."

"Bwa! You are so right!" Pinkie is practically hovering in the air, grinning with pent-up excitement. "What was I thinking? All my toys are up there. How can we have a private sexy porny party without toys?"

"...toys?" Rainbow Dash grimaces.

"Yeah! Come on!" Pinkie dashes upstairs, not even looking back.

Rainbow Dash just sits still for a second. The whole room is lifeless now that Pinkie is gone.

What... have I gotten myself into?

Whatever. No backing out now.

Dash makes her way upstairs, to the apartment above the bakery. She's been up to Pinkie's place plenty of times before, of course, to watch a movie or plan their latest prank. Or just to chill for a while and listen to Pinkie talk about how cool Rainbow Dash is. You know, the usual.

But now it's like she's seeing it all for the first time. She treads carefully up the stairs and down a short hallway. Pinkie's door is hanging half open, and Dash pushes past it with a hoof.

The room is a mess, of course, even in Dash's eyes. Pinkie is busily digging through a large box, throwing its contents this way and that...

Are those? No way...

One lands on the floor in front of her, flopping against the rug with a heavy thud. It's a pretty lifelike imitation of a stallion's pride, except for the bright purple color. Dash's eyebrows go up on their own.

"You have a whole box of these?" she says.

"Sure!" Pinkie lifts her head out of the box, talking around an even more lifelike dildo in her mouth. "You don't?"

Dash's mouth hangs open. Pinkie upends the box, making a pile of ridiculous dildos on the floor. Dash's eyes bug out at the sheer variety of imitation cock.

"Where did you even get all of these?" she balks.

"Huh... I dunno!" Pinkie puts a hoof to her chin. "I don't even use most of them. Sometimes I see them and I just think they're so silly or cool and I buy them! Like this one!"

Pinkie holds up a clear plastic phallus with blinking lights inside, running up its length.

"Huh... that is kinda cool." Rainbow Dash appraises it very seriously.

"Right? It's like... space penis!" Pinkie flies the dildo through the air like a toy rocket ship, making fake engine noises with her mouth.

"What's that one?" Dash points a hoof at a large, dark, strangely curved cock.

"Oooh, that one!" Pinkie picks it up carefully, cradling it like an infant. "It's supposed to be a Zebra. I... uh... I use this one." Pinkie Pie winks.

Dash hears the flutter of her wings unfurling and feels her cheeks get a little warm. It's instantly forgotten when she sees something huge on the floor.

"Whoa! That... looks painful."

"What, this old thing?" Pinkie holds it up. It's a latex recreation of a pony's foreleg, up to the elbow.

"It looks like a prop from a horror movie," Dash says.

"Hee hee! Yeah!" Pinkie tucks one of her forelegs to the side and drops the fake leg to the floor. "Oh no! I've been mangled! Blehhhhh!"

"Heh..." Dash chuckles before a startling image enters her brain. "Have you... uh... used...?"

"Oh gosh, no!" Pinkie rolls her eyes. "I just thought it looked silly. I mean, look at it!" Pinkie holds it up like a trophy, then starts waving it around. "Look at me! I have five hooves! Haha!"

"Heh heh. It is pretty great."

"Stop hitting yourself, Dashie!" Pinkie pokes her in the ribs with the fake arm. "Stop hitting yourself!"

"Um..." Dash just sits and takes it, not sure if she's still aroused at all.

"Hee hee! Pow! Pow!" Pinkie just keeps poking her with the fake leg. "Pow! Pow! Zappo!"

...zappo?

"Okay, okay!" Dash waves her hooves, halting Pinkie. "Why don't we... uh... get comfortable?"

Dash fixes Pinkie with a look that means business, then slides her foreleg over Pinkie's shoulders. Pinkie shrinks into Dash's arm, holding the fake leg up to her chest like a flower. She looks up at Rainbow Dash with rapture in her bright blue eyes.

"Oh Rainbow Dash! I can't believe this is finally happening."

Finally?

"...sure. No problem. Anything for my buddy Pinkie Pie."

She leans in closer, looping her other foreleg over Pinkie's shoulder. Their noses are almost touching. Dash can smell Pinkie's sweet, hot breath.

"I just..." Pinkie stammers a bit, completely beside herself. "This is so... I just... oh, Rainbow Dash! Will you say my name again?"

"Uh... Pinkie Pie?" She cocks one eyebrow.

Pinkie just makes a shuddering happy sound. Dash pulls her in closer, feeling that hilarious fake leg poking into her chest. She leans in, brushing their noses together, pursing her lips as she closes her eyes...

"Wait!"

Dash feels hooves push her back. The fake limb bounces onto the floor.

Aw, not again... not Pinkie.

"What's wrong?" Dash glares.

"I forgot snacks!" Pinkie looks completely panicked.

"Snacks?"

"Snacks! How can we have a private party without snacks?!" Pinkie darts for the door, pausing just at the edge of the room. "I'll be right back! Don't... go... anywhere!"

Again, the room is lifeless without her. Dash sits next to a pile of sex toys, blinking. She looks over to see a clock on the wall, in the shape of a blue frog. Its eyes loop around as the clock ticks, somehow staring at her.

She looks down. Her own eyes loop all over the cocks on the floor. She knew these things existed, of course, but she'd never actually seen one before, in the flesh, so to speak. And now she feels like she's seeing every kind that ever existed. In Pinkie's room, of all places.

There's green and red and pink ones. There's a menacing one carved out of stone, with weird tribal designs. There's one with a weird little finger sticking out on one side. Dash knows from porn that it's for clitoral stimulation, and it keeps her attention for a few seconds. There are even a few with really strange shapes, nothing like a stallion's phallus.

How long has she been collecting these?

For once, Rainbow Dash feels just a bit in over her head. She knew Pinkie had hooked up with guys before. But this...

A fairly normal one catches her eye. It's perched on top of the upended box. It's just sitting there, full of potential, looking as realistic as all get out.

Dash slowly reaches a hoof out and pokes it.

It rolls off the box and flops on the floor like a deli meat, coming to rest against a pile of its brothers.

Dash stifles a laugh. Something about the way it bounced...

The base of it is facing her now. There's something sticking out of it.

A button?

Again, a slow hoof reaches out and tentatively pokes. Dash almost jumps back when the thing comes to life with a dull bzzzzzzzz. It jitters its way across the floor, slowly sailing the sea of dildos.

"Huh."

Her head snaps to the side as Pinkie bursts through the door.

"Oooooh! You found Mr. Shakey!" she says, eyeing the toy crawling around on the floor. She's got a big basket looped around her neck.

"What's all that?" Dash asks.

"I told you, snacks." Pinkie grins at her, her eyes narrowed. "Alright, Rainbow Dash! You better get on that bed right now, 'cause it's party time!"

Dash makes an amused snort, but she flutters over to the bed anyway.

"So... I was thinking – oof!" Rainbow Dash starts to talk, but gets tackled into the blankets. She's on her back, completely vulnerable. She looks up to see Pinkie Pie looming over her, sans basket.

"My first real kiss with a girl! With Rainbow Dash! This is gonna be so super duper special!" Pinkie grins down at her. Dash doesn't get the chance to think or speak or anything before a hyperactive mouth is clamped over her own.

Her eyes go wide, but all she can see is pink bushy hair, so she closes them. Pinkie attacks with her mouth, sloppily flopping her tongue all over Dash's, moaning loudly.

Maybe I'll actually remember this time.

Dash's body relaxes, her apprehension fading as her wings slowly unfurl, spreading out against the bed. She twists her forelegs around Pinkie's mane and pulls her down, locking their bodies together. She's so warm and soft, so much thicker than Twilight.

"Wow!" Pinkie gasps out, breaking their kiss. She grins down at Rainbow Dash, her eyes flashing. Rainbow Dash licks her lips experimentally, smacking her mouth open and closed.

"Were you eating pie dough?" she asks.

"Yuppers! I ate a bunch of the filling, too." Pinkie nods up and down.

"You taste good." Dash grins.

"Not as good as I'm about to." Pinkie shakes her eyebrows furiously.

"...what?"

Pinkie answers with more kisses, cramming her mouth against Rainbow Dash's. Dash can feel Pinkie's hooves sliding all over her, rubbing up and down her forelegs and ribs and neck. She's almost frantic, she can't stop moving, just a bouncing ball of sexual energy completely overwhelming Dash.

Dash loops her forelegs around the back of Pinkie's neck, holding on for dear life. She can hardly breath, it feels like Pinkie's tongue is filling her mouth.

"Aah!" Dash jolts, pulling her mouth away. Something – NOT Pinkie – is crawling on her leg.

"Gummy! Bad boy, scaring Dashie like that!" Pinkie leaps off of Dash, leaving her frozen and speechless in the bed. A small alligator is sitting on Dash's leg, staring blankly at her. She stares back.

"Sorry Gummy, but Mommy needs some private time!" Pinkie grips the alligator's scruff in her teeth, then moseys over to her bathroom door. She unceremoniously tosses her pet through the doorway and slams it shut.

Dash silently watches the whole thing, finally catching her breath.

"He's so protective of his Mommy! Such a good little boy." Pinkie Pie shakes her head, staring back at the bathroom. She walks back over to the bed, but doesn't climb back in right away.

She stares at Rainbow Dash, wearing an almost dangerous smile.

"So... gonna get back over here so I can tap that fine ass, or what?" Rainbow Dash says, trying so very hard to sound nonchalant. Her pulse is racing, her mouth watering. The prospect of imminent sex has her whole body turned on, a live wire.

Pinkie, for once, says nothing. She reaches down and grabs the handle of the basket in her mouth. She climbs onto the bed and puts the basket down by the foot.

"Whatcha got there?" Dash says, just a tad nervously.

"I told you. Snacks." Pinkie Pie plunges her head into the basket, rummaging around. Dash's heart just about stops – she cranes her neck forward, trying to see.

"Aha!" Pinkie holds up...

"Whipped cream?" Dash says, disappointed.

"Mmm-hmm." Pinkie waggles her eyebrows as hard as a pony can, then stalks up the bed, climbing over Rainbow Dash.

"Jeez, I thought you were gonna pull out like... I dunno, a mega dildo or something," Dash says with relief.

"Don't be silly, Dash. You can't eat a dildo."

"Uh... yeah, I guess no– waugh!"

Dash's whole body tenses up as Pinkie sprays a blob of cold whipped cream onto her chest.

"Pinkie, that tickles!"

"I know!" Pinkie hovers over Dash, grinning insanely.

Dash looks down at her chest, then up and Pinkie, back and forth. "Uhhhh..." is all she can manage to say.

Pinkie's eyes flash, and she dives her mouth down, dragging her tongue up Dash's coat.

"Whoa!" Dash's eyes bug out. Her wings twitch, shedding a few feathers. Her tail lashes back and forth.

This feels CRAZY

"Om nom nom nom!" Pinkie messily licks the cream off of Dash, smiling the whole time.

Dash plunges her hooves into Pinkie's thick mane, watching her go to work. It feels so weird to just lie there.

"Oh, Dashie. You are the sweetest treat!" Pinkie sits up, shaking the can of cream. She slowly lowers it again and sprays a line down Dash's belly.

"Ha! Hahaha! That REALLY tickles!" Dash can't help shaking, she feels so helpless. Exposed. It's making her as wet as she used to get with...

Gil...

Her smile fades.

Nopony. Nopony at all. Never felt like this before.

Pinkie is too busy feasting to notice Dash's face. She loudly slurps up the whipped cream, running her tongue all over Dash's belly.

Rainbow Dash's smile comes back pretty quickly.

Pinkie slides lower. She stares up at Rainbow Dash as she shakes the can again, holding eye contact. Dash stares back, her chest heaving, her whole body quivering. Pinkie lowers the can, hovering it right above Dash's crotch. Her grin gets wider. Dash holds her breath.

Kshhhht

Pinkie darts her hooves to the side, tracing a line of whipped cream up the inside of Dash's thigh.

"Aw, come on!" Dash starts to roll her eyes, but stops short. "Augh!"

Pinkie is licking and nibbling up the inside of her leg now.

"Whoa!" Dash closes her eyes, panting. She slaps the bed with her forelegs, kicking weakly with her hind legs.

"Do you like that?" Pinkie asks, licking her lips.

Dash moans loudly, nodding. She looks down again, her haunches are burning so much it almost hurts. Pinkie's cute face is hovering just above where Dash wants it to be.

She wraps her legs around the back of Pinkie's head and yanks down, forcing Pinkie's mouth to where it should be.

"Aaaaaaaaahhh hell yeah!" Dash moans from deep in her belly, every part of her body relaxing now that the attention is finally where she wants it.

Pinkie's eyes go wide and then roll back slightly. Dash can see her smiling around the edges, even as she clumsily flops her tongue around Dash's nether lips.

"Oh, damn! Damn!" Dash bucks her hips up, jostling Pinkie's head.

"Mmmmmm!" Pinkie moans with her mouth full. She goes to work enthusiastically, if not skillfully.

Dash lies back, squeezing with her thighs. She can feel herself going, tight, coiling pressure spreading out from between her legs, sapping the rest of her body. Pinkie's slippery tongue is flicking up and down her slit so quickly, matching her panting breaths.

What the hell is this? You gonna just lie back and take it?

Dash snaps back to reality a little, getting a determined glare.

Get up and show this filly who wears the pants around here!

Dash sits up, Pinkie's head still crammed between her legs. Grunting between small moans, she scoots her rump back so she can sit upright. Pinkie hardly notices. Dash has her friend's head in her lap now, hooves resting in her hair. Her pink back stretches out before Dash, ending in the wide curve of her ass. She reaches out with a hoof to pull Pinkie's tail, but she can't quite reach...

"Gah!" Dash cringes, leaning back. Pinkie is sloppily kissing her clit, making loud gobbling noises.

Dash looks around, almost in panic. She's getting close to coming, far too soon, this can't end so fast!

The basket!

Dash drags it over with a hoof, digging around inside blindly. She pulls out the first thing her hoof hooks around.

"Chocolate sauce?" she says slowly.

Pinkie stops licking and looks up. "Ooooh! Great idea! Right there!" Pinkie nods down at Dash's wet folds, swollen and spreading on their own.

Dash gets a wicked grin. "Nah, I don't think so," she says.

"Huh?" Pinkie's face goes blank, just long enough for Dash to grab her by the armpits and flip her onto her back. Dash pounces on top of her, the tables completely turned.

"Ohmygosh YES! Take me, Dashie!" Pinkie says melodramatically. She puts a hoof to her forehead and spreads her legs wide.

You don't gotta ask twice...

Dash sticks her tongue out to one side, considering where to start.

No reason not to go right for it.

She slides down, grazing her nose through Pinkie's coat. She stops just over the valley between Pinkie's hind legs.

Huh... wow. She's an outie, I guess.

It's so different from her own, or from Twilight's. Dash pauses, just looking at it. It winks back.

Pinkie's breath picks up, frantic gasps.

"Please... please!" she moans.

"Yeah?" Dash grins, not moving. "You want some?"

"Oh yes please!" Pinkie begs. "Use the sauce!"

"Huh?"

"Use the chocolate!" Pinkie points to the bottle nestled in Dash's hoof.

Dash looks at the bottle for a moment, then shrugs. She grasps it in both hooves and squirts a random mess of chocolate all over Pinkie's private zone.

"Hee hee hee!" Pinkie wiggles her hind legs around.

God she is so weird.

Despite her thoughts, Dash's mouth is watering. She doesn't waste further time thinking.

"Ooooooooooohhhhhh wow wow wow Dashie! Dashie this is the BEST!"

She can feel Pinkie's hooves against the back of her head. She tries to ignore it, lapping her tongue strongly against the sexual chocolatey mess in front of her.

Man... this is kind of awesome.

The taste of chocolate mixed with the almost sickly sweet of Pinkie Pie is stirring all kinds of weird feelings in Dash's body. She flicks her tongue up and down Pinkie's slit, probing into her.

"Oh my GOSH!"

Dash just moans, lapping all around Pinkie's mound, cleaning her off. Then, out of nowhere, Pinkie yanks her head up and away.

"Hey, I was – mmmf!" Pinkie silences her with a ravenous kiss, dozens of flavors mingling together on their tongues. They hold it for whole seconds, and then they're just staring at each other, breathing heavily. Pinkie gets a wicked smile and sprays some whipped cream onto Dash's chest before she can react.

"Hey!" Dash glares at her for some reason.

"Tee hee! Gotcha!"

Dash tenses up. The gauntlet has been thrown. She grabs the bottle of chocolate sauce again and loudly squirts a stream of it onto Pinkie's belly.

"Haha! Listen to that! Thhhbbbbttt!" Pinkie sticks her tongue out, blowing spit everywhere.

They both pause for a second, covered in condiments, just staring at each other.

Then they both pounce at the same time.

Rainbow Dash has no idea what's happening. One second she was a thinking, rational pony. Now she's a complete animal, just biting and groping and licking and kissing, rolling over and over as she tussles with Pinkie, both of them only pausing to squirt more sauce on one another. Pinkie's giggling rings in her ears, and she grunts loudly in response, sticking her tongue into a chocolate-covered ear. It slides out from between her teeth, and then Pinkie is rubbing whipped cream onto Dash's flank with her hoof, covering her cutie mark.

Pinkie's flanks are bobbing right in front of Dash's face. Completely on instinct, she raises a hoof and slaps Pinkie's ass, hard.

"Ouchies!" Pinkie says with a deep smile.

Dash shivers. That felt amazing. She could feel Pinkie's rump squish and quiver under her hoof... it was awesome! She gets a wild look in her eye and starts squirting chocolate all over the side of Pinkie's flank.

"Spank me again!" Pinkie yells.

"Huh?"

"Spank me! I'm a naughty filly!"

Pinkie wiggles her ass even more. Dash hesitates, seeing as Pinkie's butt is a war zone of chocolate at this point. She winds up and slaps anyway, almost as hard she can, making a wet smack against the sticky hair.

"Hahaha! You hit me and it felt good! How crazy is that?" Pinkie looks back at Dash over her shoulder.

Dash halts, getting her brain back into gear for a moment. She looks down at her own hoof, covered in sticky chocolate sauce. Then she looks around them, letting her jaw drop a little. Both of them, and the bed, are covered in condiments.

"Man... we really messed up your bed," Dash says.

Pinkie looks her right in the eye very seriously. Then she squirts some whipped cream right onto the sheets, not even near Dash.

"What are you doing?" Dash says.

"I do NOT care about the bed." Pinkie crawls over, grabbing Dash's shoulder with sticky hooves. "I just want you to do me!"

Dash is frozen in Pinkie's glare, then frozen even more as Pinkie ravenously kisses her. She gasps for breath when Pinkie pulls away.

"Okay... uh... no problem. How do you want me to... uh... do it?" Dash says, still pretending she's in charge.

"I have an idea!"

Pinkie hops off the bed in a flash, leaving a trail of sugary hoof prints. She comes back holding something long and neon green in her mouth, like a dog holding a stick.

"Wha holy crap! What is THAT?" Dash scoots away. "It looks like a weapon."

"I saw this in a movie once." Pinkie lies on her back, her business end facing Dash. She winks with her eyes and takes the double-headed dildo in her hooves, placing it gingerly over her own entrance.

"You... wha... whoa!" Dash's jaw drops. Pinkie doesn't stand on ceremony for a single second – she starts working one end into herself, making cute little grunts. Her tongue lolls out, and her eyes almost glaze over with pleasure.

Dash's mouth continues to hang open. She can't take her eyes away. That huge thing just keeps going into Pinkie, inch after inch, spreading her lips wide. Dash would've sworn this kind of thing would never shock her. She's seen it tons of times in movies, after all.

But now it's right there. Her mind blanks completely, dumb arousal the only thing left. Her wings quiver, forgotten.

"Ta-da!" Pinkie waves her hooves in the air, now the proud owner of a bright green latex phallus. Half of it is sticking out into the air, pointed right at Dash.

"Daaaaaaaamn Pinkie, that... whoa, don't move!"

Pinkie Pie ignores her and, somehow, rolls over. She stands up, her new dong flopping a little, and bends her head around this way and that, inspecting it.

"Ha! I have two tails! Neat!"

"I... uh... wha..." Dash just stares, breathless. Pinkie turns to face her with a flop of her fake cock.

"Grrr! I'm a big horny stallion!" Pinkie advances on Rainbow Dash, glaring. "I'm gonna rut you now, you dirty little filly!"

"Oh my god Pinkie what is wrong with you?" Dash says, laughing a little.

"Hee hee! C'mere!" Pinkie lies down again, rolling onto her back. She waves Dash over, presenting the unoccupied end of the dildo. Dash crawls over cautiously, her eyes still fixed on that huge... thing.

"Do I just... I mean, uh... yeah, let's do this. Gonna give it to you. Give it to you... like..." Dash trails off, completely mesmerized.

"Just get on top. Like this." Pinkie drags Rainbow Dash's body over, positioning her on top. Dash barely moves, letting Pinkie pose her. Once she's in place, Pinkie reaches down and bends the shaft up, pointing it straight up towards the roof.

Dash holds her breath. She's straddling Pinkie Pie, sitting upright, her hind legs shaking a little. She can't stop looking down, past her own chest, staring at that huge length. She can feel the end of it resting against her sensitive folds.

"Don't worry, Dashie," Pinkie says quietly. "You're all worked up. It won't hurt."

Dash frowns. She wasn't worrying.

...Okay, maybe a little.

She relaxes her legs a little, letting her own weight do the work. It enters her just slightly...

"Whaaaoooooohhhhhhhhh man!" Dash moans out. She suddenly feels empty, yearning, cavernous. She NEEDS to be filled up, right now.

"Oh!" Pinkie moans quietly underneath her, resting her hooves on Dash's hips. She barely moves. She lets Dash handle everything, going at her own pace.

Rainbow Dash slowly slides down, wailing a little as that thing pushes inside her.

"Oh man... Oh man!" Dash halts, raising her hips a little. She leans forward, propping her arms on Pinkie's chest. She humps up and down a little on just the top few inches, reveling in this new feeling.

"Doesn't it feel good?!" Pinkie says, her eyes dreamy.

"Uh huh... uh huh..." Dash mutters, her face slack. She slowly works herself up and down, squeezing her crotch muscles around it, mind totally blank.

She goes to shift her weight. Her hooves slide against the sheets instead, and then gravity introduces Rainbow Dash to the feeling of being fully penetrated.

"Gaaaaaa woooooowwwww ow ow ow!" Dash collapses against Pinkie. It feels like she's splitting in half.

"Ohmygosh are you okay?" Pinkie hugs her tight.

Dash just chokes out some gasps.

Jeez I'm fine I mean it hurt a little but it hurt GOOD oh my freaking god

Rainbow Dash wraps her forelegs around Pinkie and hides her face against that pink neck, squeezing her shoulders. Dash squirms her body, wanting something but not really sure how to go about it.

"Dashie are you okay? Do you wanna stop?" Pinkie says.

"No! No no I'm fine I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Dash bucks her hips a few times. It makes wonderful pressure inside her own self, but she's pretty sure nothing moved on Pinkie's end. It just flexed around the bend a little. She bucks harder, getting a little desperate.

She feels Pinkie's sweet breath against her ear. "Here, you gotta do it like this."

Dash's eyes go wide and she squeezes harder. Pinkie does some kind of weird rolling movement with her hips, perfectly thrusting the dildo in and out of both of them.

"Oh my GOD!" Dash blurts out. Then she clamps her teeth on Pinkie's soft shoulder.

"There you go... there you go..." Pinkie takes over completely, whispering into Dash's ear as she works it for both of them. It slides in and out at an even pace. Dash is slowly going insane – this hard thing pushing into her feels perfect. She closes her eyes and just shakes there on top of her friend.

Pinkie slides her hoof between their bodies, rubbing it against Dash's clit.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh..." Dash moans.

"Do you like that? Does that feel good?" Pinkie coos. Unlike if Dash was saying it, it sounds like a genuine question.

"Uh. Muwha. Bluwhamuuuuu..." Dash sputters nonsense, gnawing on Pinkie's coat.

"Oh Rainbow Dash, it feels so good!" Pinkie says, still doing all the work.

Dash's eyes pop open. Her nostrils flare.

"I'm coming! Oh man, I'm gonna come..." she grunts out.

"Oh my gosh! Do it, Rainbow Dash!"

Pinkie picks up speed, rubbing furiously with her hoof. Dash hovers on the edge for a few seconds, grunting and panting, flexing her hips into each stroke Pinkie makes.

"Nnnnnnnnnnn AH!"

Dash's whole body spasms. She cringes and flexes, feeling herself gripping tightly against the dildo. She comes quietly but intensely, slumping on top of Pinkie and choking each breath out.

She lies still, with Pinkie still writhing underneath her. She's stuck on keeping the act of breathing going, tongue lolling out, feeling nothing but waves of orgasmic bliss washing over her.

Finally, Pinkie stops moving.

"Wow! That was amazing! You really are the best, Rainbow Dash!" Pinkie says breathlessly.

"Uh... uh huh... yup..." Dash mutters, still trembling in aftershocks.

"Let me know when you're ready again, okay?" Pinkie says calmly. She paws at the dildo with a hoof, sliding it out of Dash with an almost sickly schlick sound. It flops against wet against the sheets.

Dash hardly notices, but for the fact that her walls are now clinching around nothing. She feels like she's gaping, stretched wide open, just yawning. She slowly, painstakingly catches her breath, resting there on top of Pinkie Pie.

She's moving. Pinkie is rolling, pinning Dash under her. Dash comes to life a little, suddenly feeling sticky sheets under her and seeing pink pony looming over her.

"What... what are you doing?" she gasps quietly.

"Are you ready yet? Are you ready? Huh?" Pinkie beams down at her.

"...ready?"

"Yeah! Now it's Pinkie Pie's turn!" Pinkie grins down at her, her eyes wild.

Dash gulps loudly.

Well... you wanted to get laid. Right?

Pinkie's grin intensifies, and then she's getting closer...

"Uh – I mean... can we... hold on a second?" Dash stammers.

"Awwwww!" Pinkie pouts, halting her offensive. "Can't we just have make outs until you're ready again?"

Dash tries to think, still coming down a little. "Sure. I guess. If you really... need The Dash that bad..."

"Yes! Prepare your body, Rainbow Dash!"

"Aah!" Dash yelps as Pinkie attacks, sticking her tongue down Dash's throat.

Thunder booms outside.

Rainbow Dash cranes her neck up, lazily looking out the window. It's still raining. She thought it was supposed to end hours ago.

Probably should actually pay attention during the planning meetings.

She runs a hoof over the fresh sheets, feeling a sore ache in almost every part of her body. She barely had the energy to take a shower, once they were finally done.

She smiles weakly.

That was... man. Wow.

Pinkie Pie. Of all ponies... Pinkie Pie.

If I'd known she was some kind of sex maniac I would've done this a LONG time ago.

She chuckles silently. The sex maniac herself comes bouncing into the room.

"Hey there buck buddy!" Pinkie climbs into bed, sliding under the backup blankets.

"...Hey."

They hover in bed next to each other, just inches from actually touching. Pinkie is staring right at her, unflinching. Dash averts her eyes.

"So are you gonna stay the night? We could have real snacks. Like, not sex snacks. And maybe watch a movie or something," Pinkie says, not flapped in the slightest.

"Uh..." Dash continues to avert her eyes. She wants to go home. Her own bed is so much softer.

Thunder rolls through the sky yet again. Rain pounds at the window.

"Sure," Dash says, finally meeting Pinkie's eyes. "I can sleep here."

"Great! You can wear some of my pajamas, and we can eat some of those pies I made, and we can play board games, and talk about all the awesome sex we just had..."

"Aah!" Dash jumps, curling her legs up under her.

"Gummy! Bad alligator! I said DON'T scare Rainbow Dash."

Pinkie rummages around under the covers, shooing Gummy out from under them. He tumbles over the side and waddles under the bed.

Dash glares at the small alligator until he's out of sight.

Ugh... lizards.

"...Dashie?"

Rainbow Dash turns. Pinkie is quietly staring at her.

"What's up?" Dash says.

"Thanks. For all of that. It was so amazing! I... I really liked it."

Dash gives her a long, hard look. "...No problem," she says. "I liked it too."

"I really like you, too," Pinkie blurts out.

"Heh... I know. We're like, best friends."

Pinkie's face falls for just a second. "Yeah... best friends," she says, her smile just the slightest bit strained.

Dash cocks an eyebrow, but the curious moment passes quickly.

"Anyway!" Pinkie sits up, her old self again. "Which pie do you want first?"

"Well I already had plenty of pie." Dash waggles her eyebrows.

Pinkie's face goes blank, then she gets a naughty grin. She giggles and snorts. "Oh, Rainbow Dash! I'll get the banana cream."

She bounds out of bed and disappears out the door. Rainbow Dash watches her go, more interested than ever before in those hot pink flanks.

You think she...? Naw, come on. She said buck buddy. We're just pals.

Rainbow Dash flattens out on the bed, staring out the window into the storm outside.

It's probably fine. It's all cool. Just some good, random sex.

She sighs, perfectly satisfied.

Yeah... that's how The Dash rolls. She knows that... no problem at all.

She throws her hooves up behind her head, resting there with a cocky smile.

It won't be like that. We're just friends. It won't be like...

The smile fades.

We're just friends. We're gonna stay friends. I'm not gonna lose her like...

She closes her eyes, hard, then forces the cocky smile back on her face.

Can't cage this pegasus pony.