Chapter 12: Pure, Unadulterated Bliss

This was bliss, Fluttershy realized as she was kissing Pinkie Pie. This was pure, unadulterated bliss. Something about the movement of Pinkie Pie’s tongue sparked her on the inside, set her belly aflame with passion. They were on Fluttershy’s bed, legs wrapped around each other, tonguing each other mercilessly. Pinkie Pie started biting at her neck, which Fluttershy enjoyed.

Pinkie Pie suddenly decided it was time to get rough, so she shoved Fluttershy down into the bed and mounted her back. Fluttershy’s stomach burned ever hotter as Pinkie Pie started spanking her.

“You’ve. Been. A. Very. Bad. Pony!” Pinkie Pie said, emphasizing every word with a spank. Fluttershy was on the verge of tears, but she was so aroused that she dared not call the safety word, which today was “Gummy.” Fluttershy wanted to see just how much pain she could tolerate.

“Does it hurt?” Pinkie Pie asked, spanking Fluttershy once again. Fluttershy merely squealed.

“I asked you does it hurt!” Another spank hit Fluttershy in a sore spot, and she screamed out.

“Yes, yes it hurts!” she said. Spank!

“You’re weak. How does that make you feel, Fluttershy, knowing how weak you are?” It was as if Pinkie Pie was a completely different pony, using a much harsher voice and harder dialogue than her normal cheery self. The change both intimidated and titillated Fluttershy.

“I know I’m weak,” Fluttershy said. Spank!

“You have no fight in you at all. It’s no fun when you don’t put up a fight,” Pinkie Pie said, temporarily reverting to her cheery self.

“But I thought you wanted me to be weak,” Fluttershy said.

“No, I want you to be strong and then become weak by my hoof. I want to break you.” Pinkie Pie had reverted to her harsher tone.

“Well, I dare you to try!” Fluttershy said. Another spank left her whimpering.

“Don’t move!” Pinkie Pie ordered. She jumped off the bed and fished through a black bag of sexual toys she had gotten in Manehattan earlier that week. Fluttershy dared not look at what she was fishing for, but winced when she heard the crack of a whip. Pinkie Pie brought the cat o’ nine tails back to the bed with her, and Fluttershy gulped down her fear.

“You…you think that’s s-supposed to s-scare me?” Fluttershy asked. A crack followed a sharp hit to Fluttershy’s dock. Tears were starting to pour down Fluttershy’s cheeks. Pinkie Pie strapped onto Fluttershy a mouth ball, which she had apparently also brought over.

“Stomp on the bed three times when it’s too much,” Pinkie Pie said kindly, before reverting back to her domineering tone.

“I am sick of your back talk, young lady,” she said. “Looks like somepony needs some lickings so she can learn her manners.” More cracks of the whip landed on Fluttershy, causing her to squeal in pain. Tears were openly flowing down Fluttershy’s cheeks. Pinkie Pie returned to her black bag and fished out easily the most embarrassing item she had purchased: a rounded, purple dildo. She returned to the bed and began to shove it into Fluttershy’s vagina. Fluttershy’s gasp was muffled by the mouth ball, but her eyes flew open and then rolled up as Pinkie Pie thrust the dildo into her cavern.

Soon Fluttershy could feel her arousal beginning to rise as Pinkie Pie thrust faster and faster into her. Yes, the hard plastic object hurt as it went in and out at such a pace, but it just felt so damned good. What was starting to not feel good were the images that were forming in Fluttershy’s head. The images frightened her so much that she screamed the safe word “Gummy,” but the mouth ball gagged her. She remembered to stomp her hoof three times, and Pinkie Pie immediately removed the dildo and released Fluttershy from the mouth ball. Fluttershy started to sob openly, no longer in the ecstasy that had ridden her to this dreadful place in her mind.

“What happened, Fluttershy?” Pinkie Pie asked, her concern obvious in her softer tone.

“I don’t want to talk about it…” Fluttershy said.

“But Fluttershy, we have to talk about it, or we won’t be able to have our fun anymore. If something’s bothering you, you really should tell me so I can help you fix it. Is that okay?”

“I suppose so, Pinkie Pie, but you’re just going to think I’m crazy or something.”

“What is this about, Fluttershy?” Pinkie Pie asked, concern escalating to outright worry.

“It’s just…I was reminded of my father, that’s all.”

“Your father? What do you mean?”

“I mean he…”

“He what?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Nothing, forget I said anything.” Pinkie Pie was starting to get frustrated.

“Fluttershy, if it was nothing then why didn’t we keep going? You’re really strong, you know, you can take a lot from me, so when you did the safety stomp I knew something bad was going on. Now you’ll either tell me, or forsake the fun that we’re having, ’cause I don’t wanna do it if it isn’t fun. Understand?”

“Yes, Pinkie Pie,” Fluttershy said dejectedly. “Okay, let me explain. My father was a mean pony, always slapping my mother around and calling her horrible names. Looking back on it now, I think he was a drunk, but I didn’t know it when I was a little filly. He used to…he used to use the whip on me…”

“Well, we certainly won’t need this anymore,” Pinkie Pie said, ready to throw the cat o’ nine tails in the garbage.

“Not that kind of whip,” Fluttershy said, “but a whip all the same. He’d only use it when he was real drunk, I think, because he always had that smell on his breath. Anyway, he’d call me ‘young lady’ all the time, so I think that’s what triggered all this.”

“I’m so sorry, Fluttershy. I promise I’ll never call you that again.”

“It’s okay, Pinkie Pie.”

“No, it’s not okay! Why, I wish I could walk right up to your dad and tell him that what he did was not okay. You’re a great pony, Fluttershy, and you don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

“It’s in the past now,” Fluttershy said. “My dad left when I was eight. I never saw him again after that.”

“What a scaredy-cat. Why’d he run away?”

“I think, um…he and Mom got in a huge fight, and he hit her with a…a frying pan. Anyway, the police were called, so he took off rather than get arrested.”

“That rotten pony deserves to be in jail,” Pinkie Pie said.

“I suppose so,” Fluttershy said. “I suppose so.”

***

“We really wimped out yesterday,” Scootaloo said. “I mean, we didn’t even try to get anything out of Twilight.”

“That’s because she caught on to us right away,” Applebloom said. “We need to be cleverer.”

“But how?” Sweetie Belle asked. “Twilight’s probably going to warn all her friends to watch out for us.”

“We just have to be super sneaky,” Applebloom said, “like spies.”

“Or secret agents!” Scootaloo added.

“That’s the same thing,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Is not!” Scootaloo objected. “Secret agents and spies are totally different.”

“Girls, ah reckon we’re missin’ the point here. What Scootaloo said makes sense. If we can’t ask ’em, we’ll have to sneak ’em to find out. Any ideas on how to do that?”

“What if we didn’t do the sneaking?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle piped in. “The ponies would never expect somepony like Big Macintosh to be our spy.”

“Or secret agent,” Scootaloo said.

“Mah brother would never work, he’s too honest. We need to pick someone crafty to help us…”

“I know!” Sweetie Belle said. “What about Spike?”

“Spike’s away on some quest or somethin’” Applebloom said discouragingly. “He can’t help us.”

“But when he comes back, there’s nopony better,” Sweetie Belle advocated. “Twilight trusts him a lot, and the other ponies know Twilight knows her assistant. Plus, he’s bribable…”

“What do you mean, ‘bribable’?” Scootaloo asked.

“I mean I could give him one of my sister’s gems. She’ll never know it’s missing, and the poor dragon will just beg to have it. All he has to do is find out about Applejack and Rainbow Dash, and we give him the loot. It’s that simple.”

“Ah like it,” Applebloom said. “It seems like a pretty good idea. What do you think, Scootaloo?”

“I love it!” Scootaloo said. “As soon as Spike comes back, we’ll be ready.”

***

Applejack and Rainbow Dash slammed the door to Rainbow Dash’s room open as they kissed furiously. Applejack had requested Twilight cast the walk-on-clouds spell for her earlier today, and Rainbow Dash had flown her to her house, where they could finally guarantee themselves some privacy. They were quick to jump at the opportunity to enjoy such privacy, as they boarded the bed and Rainbow Dash started nipping at Applejack’s neck. The mare undid her ponytail and threw her Stetson onto the floor as she took Rainbow Dash’s head and shoved it down lower. Rainbow Dash needed no invitation; as soon as she surmised what Applejack wanted she went to work licking her clitoris. Applejack moaned as Rainbow Dash lapped up the fluid secreting from the hole.

Feeling particularly naughty, Rainbow Dash took her hoof and started to rim Applejack’s anus. The orange pony gasped with surprise as she felt the new sensation, but relaxed and let Rainbow Dash continue as she licked her. Applejack felt herself start to come, and she started to moan at a faster and faster pace, urging Rainbow Dash onward. Rainbow Dash needed no further invitation to lick Applejack at a more feverish pace. Applejack’s moaning became crying out when she came, and when the orgasm had passed she brought Rainbow Dash’s head back up to her own and kissed her feverishly.

“Rainbow Dash,” she said, huffing and trying to recover her breath, “ah’d like to talk about somethin’.”

“Sure,” Rainbow Dash said, eager to hear what Applejack had to say.

“Ah want you,” Applejack said. “Ah mean ah want you to go all the way with me.”

“You mean straight up vaginal?” Rainbow Dash asked. Applejack nodded.

“Now you’re talking,” Rainbow Dash said. “It would be my pleasure.”

“Hold on,” Applejack said, grabbing Rainbow Dash’s head to keep her from mounting her like she was a service horse. “Before ah let ya bump uglies with me, ah need to know ah’m losin’ my virginity to the right pony.”

“What do you mean?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Ah mean ah really love ya, RD, and ah need to know ya feel the same way.”

Rainbow Dash felt like she had just walked into a trap. Sure, she wanted Applejack as badly as one might want a sweet dessert, but what Applejack was asking for was a stronger commitment than just a carnal desire. She might as well have asked Rainbow Dash to marry her, as far as Rainbow Dash was concerned. And while she liked Applejack a lot, she wasn’t sure she was ready to make that commitment.

But sex with Applejack sounded so good, and she didn’t want to pass up an opportunity like that over such a thing as semantics. She definitely loved being with Applejack, and frankly that should count, right? Rainbow Dash decided that it did count when she answered Applejack.

“Of course I love you, Applejack,” she said.

“Then get busy, ya sexy thing,” Applejack said, and Rainbow Dash didn’t need telling twice.

***

Rarity was busy working on another order when she allowed her mind to drift off into a fantasy.

She imagined Twilight kissing her in the grassy fields on the outskirts of Ponyville, the two of them lying in the summer sun, sweat beading down their necks. Twilight began to kiss lower and lower, moving down Rarity’s neck to her chest and finally to her thighs. Rarity giggled, as her thighs were ticklish, but then giggling became moaning when Twilight stuck her horn into her vagina. Twilight began to thrust it inward and outward and Rarity cooed with delight as she started to come. So engrossed in this fantasy was she that she caught herself clopping to her own thoughts in the middle of her sewing. Embarrassed, she soon stopped and returned to work, either to try out this newfound fantasy with Twilight the next time she saw her, which Rarity knew would be soon.

***

“You know, Fluttershy, I think I can relate with you,” Pinkie Pie admitted after Fluttershy had had her turn dominating her. Fluttershy toned down her domineering façade to allow her gentle, nurturing side to return to the surface.

“What do you mean, Pinkie Pie?” Fluttershy asked delicately.

“I mean your parents were very mean to you when you were growing up. I can’t say my parents were exactly the same, but they were just so sad all the time. My mom especially would spend hours holed up in her room, and sometimes when I crept up to the door to see if she was okay I could hear her sobbing. I tried to ask Daddy about it but he said it was none of my business. So I started to think maybe it was my fault she was sad, and that made me sad, too, and my mane was straight back in those days. It wasn’t until the Sonic Rainboom that I decided that maybe it was time to be happy. So I threw a party for my parents and they loved it!” Fluttershy caught something in Pinkie Pie’s sudden shift of tone that she found suspicious.

“Are you sure they really liked your party?” Fluttershy asked. Pinkie Pie’s face looked nervous behind the false grin she was wearing.

“Of course, silly, what pony wouldn’t like a good party? Only a boring one!” Pinkie Pie had said this last sentence a little too harshly to be believed. Fluttershy decided to pry a little deeper.

“Pinkie Pie,” Fluttershy said, “are you telling the truth?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Pinkie Pie asked. “That was my story about Equestria’s birth, wasn’t it?”

“You don’t have to make a joke out of it,” Fluttershy said, “and you don’t have to lie to me. Tell me, Pinkie Pie, if your parents loved your party, why have I never met them?”

“Because…they live so far away from Ponyville.”

“Then why come all the way here?” Fluttershy asked. Pinkie Pie was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

“Because…because I heard Ponyville was full of happy ponies, that’s why.”

“And why would you need to find happy ponies if your parents were happy at home?” Fluttershy asked.

“Because…oh, Fluttershy! They hated my party! They never told me upfront, but I could see it in their eyes! They tolerated the hoopla I’d thrown, but they didn’t love it. They never loved anything! I mean, all we did was move rocks all day long. What kind of life is that? A boring one, that’s what. I left because I couldn’t stand being saddy-waddy all the time. Are you happy?” Pinkie Pie started to bawl, and Fluttershy was more satisfied with her answer and also made an attempt to comfort Pinkie Pie by giving her a hug.

“It’s okay, Pinkie Pie, it’s okay. You can let it go now.” Pinkie Pie sniffled as she hugged her friend tightly.

***

Rainbow Dash dismounted Applejack after some fierce, fierce lovemaking, reasoning that if this is what sex felt like, she had made the right decision in pretending to love Applejack. Applejack was sweating, giggling like a school filly thinking about the naughty things she had just done with Rainbow Dash. Applejack looked at Rainbow Dash and smiled.

“Ah knew ah could count on you, RD,” Applejack said, smiling at her friend. Rainbow Dash nodded.

“I love you, Applejack,” Rainbow Dash lied.

“Ah love you, too, Rainbow Dash,” Applejack said with complete honesty.

***

Rarity arrived at Twilight’s library feeling eager to see her. When Twilight answered the door and let her in, Rarity immediately started kissing her.

“Oh, Twilight,” Rarity said, “you don’t know how badly I want you right now.”

“That’s great, Rarity,” Twilight said between kisses, “but there’s just one little problem.”

“I don’t care how big the problem is, it can’t top my desire for you right now.”

“Rarity, Spike is upstairs. He just got home from his journey.”

“Is he asleep?” Rarity asked.

“Huh?”

“Is he asleep, dear?”

“No, he isn’t.” Rarity stopped.

“You’re a killjoy, Twilight Sparkle,” she said with a pout. Twilight smiled.

“Do you want to say hello? I’m sure he’d be excited to see you,” Twilight said. Rarity nodded, and Twilight called Spike down. Spike came down, saw Rarity, and his face lit up as he went to give her a hug.

“And how is my Spiky-Wikey?” Rarity asked.

“Tired,” Spike said, “but not tired enough to see you.”

“That’s good to hear. I missed you while you were away.” Twilight smiled, hoping Rarity wasn’t leading the poor dragon on.

“How was your trip?” Rarity asked.

“It was great! I met this really cool dragon named Ruby. She was the greatest friend, but my mission to find a dragon I could fall in love with it failed because….because…well, you know…” Rarity smiled knowingly and felt pity for the poor baby dragon.

“Oh, Spike, really, I’m flattered, but I wish you hadn’t given up your journey for me. I’m not worth all that.”

“Oh, but you are,” Spike said. “I mean…I guess I just missed my friends here in Ponyville, especially you, and I…wait, I mean that I just felt it was time to come back,” he said lamely.

“Spike, what was Ruby like?” Twilight asked.

“She was funny, smart, and really kind, Twilight. She also kind of had a crush on me. I had to let her down easy so I didn’t hurt her feelings, and believe me, it wasn’t easy, but I think I pulled it off.”

“Good for you, Spike,” Twilight said. “What do you think, Rarity?”

“Oh, Spike, I wish you had given her more of a chance.”

“What do you mean?” Spike asked.

“Well, no offense to your kind, dear, but seldom do you find a really nice dragon like Ruby. I wish you hadn’t passed that opportunity up. Will you be able to write her at least?”

“Nah, she can’t read. Although I bet she’d learn quickly if she had any books available.”

“Why don’t you send her a book, then?” Rarity asked. “Twilight has plenty of children’s books available, don’t you, Twilight?”

“I do,” Twilight said, “and Rarity, that’s a great idea. Do you want to try that, Spike?”

“Sure,” Spike said, “that sounds good.”

“Great, then let’s look for some books to send,” Twilight said.

***

Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie had both cried themselves out, and Pinkie Pie thought it best to stay over so they could hold each other. Before they fell asleep, they got to talking.

“You know,” Fluttershy said, “I think our friends might be able to help us.”

“What do you mean?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“I mean we’re not the only ones with bad childhoods. Applejack never knew her parents, and I know nothing about Rainbow Dash’s or Twilight’s. Rarity’s the only one whose parents seem normal, but they’re so down-to-earth that she probably can’t relate to them very well.”

“You have a good point, Fluttershy,” Pinkie Pie said.

“Thanks, Pinkie,” Fluttershy said.

“You’re welcome,” Pinkie Pie said. “I just don’t think I’m ready to tell my friends about my bad family. I mean, it took a lot of guts to tell you, and I couldn’t even do that without crying. How will I tell them?”

“Just take your time,” Fluttershy said, “and the right time will come.”

“That sounds good,” Pinkie Pie said. “Hey, you in the mood to do something naughty before bed?”

“Always,” Fluttershy said.

***

Ruby was exhausted when she arrived at the outskirts of Ponyville. She had done her best to follow Spike at the beginning, but the chariot had moved too fast and she had lost sight of it shortly into the journey. It was by asking around that she found her way to the Everfree Forest, in which she became totally lost. Almost ready to lose hope, she had found a small hut and went inside to meet the zebra mystic named Zecora.

Zecora had welcomed her into her home and prepared a soup with topazes and sapphires in it, and while Ruby ate, Zecora told her everything she knew about Ponyville. Ruby held off asking about Spike, not wanting to give away the whole reason she was visiting.

When she was done eating, Zecora gave her directions to Ponyville and a hotel.

“It was nice to meet you, but before you go, there is something Zecora wants to know. I wonder if you’re able to pay for a hotel where you can stay.” Ruby found Zecora’s way of speaking odd, but knew the zebra meant well.

“I think I’ll manage, thanks,” Ruby said.

“Then Zecora wishes you well, and hopes your journey ends up swell,” the zebra said before sending her on her way.

Ruby checked in at the Ponyville Inn later that day, and realized that Spike was probably already in Ponyville right now. She started to plan out exactly what she was going to say when she ran into him, provided she ever had the opportunity to run into him. Ruby wondered how she would get an opportunity to explain to him why she had left her colony. Was it crazy to follow a dragon who said he didn’t like her? Wasn’t that considered stalking? Ruby thought about her crush and justified it, saying to herself that if she hadn’t pursued this opportunity, she would have spent the rest of her long life regretting it, and that life could be a millennium or two. That was a long time to regret something, she reasoned.

So she went to sleep at the inn hopeful that Spike would understand why she came and that he would give her a chance. But she would have to find him in the morning. Right now she was too tired from her journey to think about trying to find him now. It was time to sleep.

***

Luna lay awake during the day, when she normally slept, tossing and turning in wonderment. Was it wrong to want her sister so badly? Was it improper of a member of royalty to want to commit incest? Is that what she even wanted? These questions plagued her as she rolled over in her bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep.

Eventually Luna did fall asleep, but she didn’t know when she started dreaming. All she knew was that Celestia stormed into her room, grabbed her face with her hooves, and kissed her passionately. Celestia’s horn glowed as she used her magic to rub Luna’s clitoris, moving it around in a circular motion. As Luna’s fantasy played itself out in her dream, she started to rub herself in her sleep. Now that she wasn’t consciously trying to come, she was able to do so properly, getting just the right strength and frequency to make her secrete her juices onto her sheets. When Luna awoke from her dream, it was to the satisfaction of knowing she had finally made herself come.

But should be satisfied? What she wanted was so…unnatural. Yes, that was the word for it, unnatural. But why did something so unnatural feel so right to her?

Luna decided that maybe it was time to talk to Celestia about how she was feeling. That was going to be so awkward, but she knew it was going to be worth it to try, at least. What could she lose by asking? It’s not like she hadn’t been punished before, having spent a thousand years lonely on the moon. In fact, Luna very much did not want to think about how lonely she was for that period of time. It still hurt to think she spent all that time buried beneath the lunar surface.

There was nothing for it. She’d just have to talk to Princess Celestia the next time she saw her. Returning to bed, Luna imagined what the conversation would be like and smiled to herself, hoping that her sister would understand how she felt.