Prompt: "Rainbow Dash always wants to try something new."

Time: 60 Minutes

Originally posted at Sexty Minute Ponies

It stinks.

Stinks like sex.

Rainbow Dash rolls over, stretching and finally catching her breath. It’s an awesome kind of stink - thick and strong and humid, like sinking through a summer storm cloud.

But this isn’t a cloud, she grumbles silently.

No, it isn’t. It’s just a dumb earth pony bed.

So lame.

“Ohhhhhhhh, Dashie!” Pinkie Pie says, oozing the words out in a satisfied moan.

Rainbow Dash glances over at her - she’s curled up next to Dash on the bed. Well, not next-next to her, not like right next to her, like they’re cuddling or something stupid like that. Pinkie is curled up in a ball a small distance away from Dash, hugging her legs against her body and rocking back and forth.

Dash stares at her, watching her bright blue eyes stare at nothing. They’re just staring, kind of dazed, almost unfocused.

“Did I blow your mind again?” Dash asks.

Pinkie’s eyes go back to normal, and she turns to Dash with a huge grin. “Hee hee! Always!”

Dash nods to herself.

Still got it.

Not that she doesn’t know she’s still awesome. Of course she’s awesome. She’s Rainbow Dash. Hottest piece of action in Ponyville, nay, Equestria! No way a stud like her would be stuck in some earth pony bed, made of cloth and stuff, lying next to a mare she’s already done a dozen times instead of out racking up more kills.

Dash shifts uncomfortably, feeling the hard metal of the bedsprings against her wings. What kind of lame ass puts metal in a bed, anyway?

“You look so cute when you do that,” Pinkie says, scootching a few inches closer to Dash on the damp bed.

“Huh?”

“Your cute little nose is all scrunched up, like this,” Pinkie says, scrunching her nose comically. “And you’ve got meany-face thinking eyebrows, like this,” she says, glaring at nothing.

Rainbow Dash snorts. “I’m not cute.”

“Are you sure?” Pinkie asks, hovering just far enough away.

Rainbow Dash snorts again and rolls onto her side, away from Pinkie. They really should’ve just gone to her place - how long had it been? I mean what, it just takes a few minutes to get Twilight to cast the cloudwalking spell, and then bam, fuck party at Rainbow’s pad. No Cakes down the hall, no foals to be quiet around, just Dash and Pinkie and a good old pegasus-style...

She feels Pinkie sigh, feels it through the mattress. Cloud bed wouldn’t have done that.

And why aren’t they in a cloud bed right now? So what if Twilight finds out she’s still doing Pinkie Pie? Rainbow Dash can do whoever Rainbow Dash wants. No big deal. So what if she’s been doing the same pony all the time lately?

So lame.

Pinkie Pie isn’t lame. Most of the time, anyway. Pinkie Pie is awesome. It’s not like it’s getting boring - it really isn't, Dash realizes with a start, her eyebrows relaxing for a second. It’s never boring with Pinkie Pie.

It always gets boring eventually. Gotta keep moving. Fly right on to the next one.

Of course she will. That’s how it’s always been - Rainbow Dash is way too much for just one pony, and one pony is never gonna be enough for The Dash. Unless it was a Wonderbolt or something. She chuckles a little.

That’s right, gotta lookout for The Dash.

Gotta keep going, gotta be cool, gotta sweep another mare off her hooves, or maybe a stallion because why the hell not? Gotta fuck ‘em and fly just like every other time, because who has time to get tied down? Especially when there’s so much to try out there. That’s the cool thing to do, and cool is one of Rainbow Dash’s many middle names.

Yeah, she thinks, still frowning and glaring. That’s the plan. Gotta snag some new action.

“...Dashie?”

It almost startles her. She turns back to Pinkie Pie. Pinkie’s still smiling.

But it’s one of the bad ones.

See, that’s the thing a lot of ponies don’t get about Pinkie. And Rainbow didn’t really get it either, really, she knows that now. Sure, she’s always smiling. But there are a thousand kinds of Pinkie Pie smiles, and they all mean something different.

Other ponies makes faces. Pinkie Pie makes smiles.

She never would’ve known if she hadn’t spent so much time in bed with the poor pink pony, so much time so up close and personal that even a pony as thick as Rainbow Dash can be can’t help but start to learn all the different smiles and what they mean.

And this is not a good one.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Pinkie asks. Still smiling.

“Uh...” Dash gets the urge to burrow under the covers and hide. Or maybe just fly out the window. “I dunno,” she says instead, feeling exactly as dumb as it sounds.

“Oh.” Pinkie blinks a few times and then relaxes, lying on her side near Dash. Still staring at her. “You look all grump face.”

“I’m fine, Pinkie.” Dash scowls, fluffing her wings in a very grump faced way.

“Are you sure?” Pinkie’s not-good smile morphs into a devious one. “I can think of a few ways to chase that grump face away, and they’re all fun.”

Rainbow Dash feels Pinkie’s hooves creep closer, feels a tingle in her chest as they brush against her belly.

Man, we just did it like a million times!

She chuckles quietly. Pinkie really is something else.

“Naw, just...” Rainbow Dash brushes the pink hooves away, and tries to ignore the brief flicker of hurt in those blue eyes. “I dunno. I mean, if you want to I guess.”

Pinkie pulls back, looking at her like... something. There’s a new smile there, one Dash doesn’t really know. It’s like she’s a little sad but she’s happy for somepony, like she’s about to say goodbye to a good friend but it’s okay because the good friend is leaving and going somewhere nice.

Or something.

“I’m okay,” Pinkie says. “Whatever makes you happy, Dashie.”

Dash shrugs. That’s more like it. She knows what she wants, what makes her happy - being cool. Being awesome. Being the best. Being the hottest mare around, and having the bedpost notches to prove it. Same plan, every time, over and over and over again until she can fly her way through the, “Listen, you gotta understand something about The Dash” speech in her sleep.

She blinks.

Her grump face grows even more intense.

Gotta snag some new action.

And then a question comes to her, making her blink again.

What would make Pinkie Pie happy?

She looks over at her friend again - the new smile is gone, and Pinkie is just lying in bed with her, lazily humming and tracing her hoof over the sheets.

Before she can think too much about it, Dash scoots over, awkwardly flapping her wings as she wraps Pinkie Pie up in her arms. She hugs her and then just... stays like that, holding the warm pink pony against her.

It feels... pretty good, actually.

“Rainbow Dash?” Pinkie says.

Dash can’t really see her face, not so close like this. She’s nuzzling into Pinkie’s mane, nothing in her eyes but thick, blurry curls.

“...Are you snuggling me?” Pinkie asks.

“I don’t know,” Dash says, snuggling harder.

“I thought you said snuggling was gay?” Pinkie says.

“Pinkie, I’m-”

“But now you’re snuggling me!” Pinkie says breathlessly.

“Oh my gosh, you’re really snuggling me!” Pinkie finally returns the hug, crushing the breath out of Dash’s ribs and nuzzling her desperately. “Cuddles for Pinkie!”

Dash feels herself giggle, and it doesn’t even make her mad. She’s wrapped up against Pinkie, tangled up with her, breathing in her sweet scent with every breath, her soft pink body warm against every inch of her. Dash feels her wings tingling and trembling, somehow, even after the marathon session they’d just put in.

But that feeling’s kind of old hat by now, too.

“Hey uh...” Dash says, gritting her teeth. “You doing anything tomorrow night?”

Pinkie freezes. “Why?”

“I dunno, uh... I guess...” She tightens her hooves against Pinkie’s back - taking the plunge isn’t supposed to scare her. She’s a pegasus, after all. “You wanna do something?”

Pinkie scoots back, leveling her most serious smile right at Dash. “Something?”

“Yeah, like... I dunno.” Dash shrugs. “Dinner?”

Pinkie’s jaw drops. She stares, silent for once, just stares at Dash for whole seconds.

“I mean, like, you know, you and me...”

“Changeling!” Pinkie yells, shaking Dash back and forth. “Give me my Dashie back you gross bug pony!”

“Hey, stop it you dumb idiot!” Dash says, grinning like a dumb idiot herself. “I mean it.”

Pinkie keeps staring at her, but her lips are trembling - she’s right on the edge of some new and awe-inspiring smile, something so bright that Dash squints out of reflex.

But it doesn’t come out quite yet.

“...Are you sure?” Pinkie asks quietly.

Dash feels that old familiar lurch in her chest, the tingling vertigo of free fall. Even for a pegasus pony, it’s new and startling and a little scary, every time.

Dash loves it.

“Yeah,” she says, giving Pinkie a fierce nod. “You know what? I am.”

And then that new smile comes out, and Dash barely has time to bask in its glory before she’s being assaulted by big, wet smooches all over her face.

Heh, that’s a “yes”, I guess.

It isn’t long before Pinkie is sliding lower, still loudly kissing, dragging her tongue down Dash’s coat and snaking her hooves slowly up the pegasus pony’s tight rear legs. She stares up at Dash as she goes, heavy eyelids draped over eyes the color of the sky, staring so full of sex it’s unbelievable.

But she’s smiling, too, a big, goofy, happy grin that’s even sexier somehow.

Dash leans back with her own stupid grin, feeling her wings straining at her back. She’s done it with Pinkie more times than she can even count, but somehow her heart is pounding right now.

Somehow, it’s different.