Author's Notes:

—Takes place during CRISIS: Equestria - Chapter 15—

Grayscale shoved her way past Havocwing, who watched the bigger pegasus with irritated disdain before circling around to Starlight’s side. “You needed something, boss?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

Starlight quirked an eyebrow. “Grayscale, are you well? You appear fatigued.”

Havocwing noticed it as well. Grayscale’s mane and tail were unkempt, and her eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them. It appeared as if Grayscale hadn’t slept for days, despite it having only been hours.

Grayscale grumbled. “Choosing the room next to Dash seemed a good idea at the time. Then, I discovered the walls in this place are paper-thin.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Havocwing asked.

“Pinkie Pie.”

Rainbow Dash stared at the ceiling of a tiny little room on the second floor of the so-called Checkpoint building, which had been assigned to her and her alone for resting up for the night. There was a small bed for sleeping, a small dresser to put her clothes if she’d wanted to change—she didn’t see the point since the flight jacket she wore was perfectly comfortable—and not much else, really.

There was no private bathroom, but there was a shared one down the hall. There were no windows to look out at the Wasteland that she wouldn’t want to look out on anyway, since there was nothing out there but air and dust. A little ceiling lamp barely kept the room lit, at least.

She let out a grunt. “This sucks,” she said to nopony in particular, but mostly herself. She just needed to get that thought off her chest.

She rolled over onto her stomach and let her wings stretch a bit and thought about the situation she and her friends were currently in, putting ticks in boxes to try and determine how screwed they were and if there was anything that could be done about it, specifically if there was anything she could do about it.

Fluttershy had very nearly died to some venomous insect the size of an ox, but at least she was recovering now. Was it awful? Check. Was there anything she could do about it? Well, she’d help make sure Fluttershy wouldn’t be a burden to travel with while she recovered—the venom had practically paralyzed her—even if that meant carrying her herself. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d had to take care of Flutters.

The traveling party was way, way off course from where they were supposed to be going, according to Tick Tock, who she was trusting less and less every day to know anything at all. Was it awful? Not really, not if Tick Tock was being truthful about them suddenly making good time along this secondary route, which she doubted. Was there anything she could do about it? Well, she’d argued for going this way in the first place. So… a win for her?

She didn’t trust that Lockwood guy alone with Fluttershy, not one bit, and still suspected he was just waiting for the right opportunity. Was it awful? Check. Double check, actually, since Rarity seemed to feel the exact opposite that Rainbow did and trusted him implicitly. Was there anything she could do about it? Well, she could sneak into the jerk’s room and smother him in his sleep. Nah, wishful thinking. She’d only do that if she had proof he’d been fooling around with Flutters. Nopony’d argue with her.

And now, a bunch of new mares showed up with cool superpowers and agreed to help them go south. Was it awful? Not at all; in fact, it was awesome. That Grayscale Force was super cool, too. Not the kind of cool Rainbow oozed from her every pore, but the kind of cool that knew they were cool but didn’t show they were cool. Like the opposite of somepony trying too hard. Sunglasses-at-night cool, that’s what Gray was. Was there anything she could do about it? Uh… no? Why would she want to? Gray and her sisters were rad.

Rainbow’s thoughts were dashed when all of a sudden she felt somepony climb into bed with her. “Heya, Dashie!” chirped Pinkie Pie.

“Hey Pinks,” replied Rainbow.

She paused a moment, then sat upright and glared at Pinkie, who wasn’t wearing the clothes she’d been traveling in and in fact wasn’t wearing anything at all. That didn’t bother her—they walked around naked at home all the time—but this world had some weird taboo about it and it just bothered Rainbow that she had to even think about clothes now.

Rainbow then glanced at the still-closed, still-locked door which showed no signs of entry. “Wait, how’d you get in here without opening the door?” she asked.

Pinkie stuck out her tongue, a typical non-answer.

Rainbow rolled her eyes. She was used to Pinkie being able to just appear from nowhere when she wanted to at times. Like from inside a potted plant. Or under a perfectly flat rug. Or behind a lamp post too thin to possibly hide behind. So, she didn’t press that question any further.

“What’s up? What’re you doing here?” Rainbow asked.

Pinkie smiled. “Wellll, I figured you were getting restless thinking about everything that you think’s going wrong, so I thought I’d come keep you company and get your mind off of all that negative mojo.”

“And how do you know I’m doing that?”

“Because I know you, Dashie, and I know that when things don’t feel awesome, you don’t feel awesome, and that makes you grumpy.” Pinkie curled up next to Rainbow and nuzzled her neck. “Sooo, I’m here to cheer you up.”

“I am not grumpy,” Dash huffed.

“Uh huh. Says the mare that just stared up at the ceiling and said, ‘This sucks’,” Pinkie said in a perfect imitation of Rainbow.

“Wait, how long have you been in my room?”

“Nevermind that. It’s okay if this whole situation we’re in is making you upset, Dashie. We’re all upset. And I don’t want any of you to be upset. Get it?”

“Yeah… I get it, Pinks. Thanks.” Rainbow’s mouth curled in a little grin and she nuzzled Pinkie’s ear. “So… how’re you intending to cheer me up, huh? Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night? Gonna tell me a bedtime story?”

Pinkie giggled and booped Rainbow’s nose. “No, silly, that’s for little fillies. We’re gonna get frisky.” To emphasize her point, Pinkie pulled Rainbow in for a kiss.

Rainbow gladly participated in the kiss, knowing that Pinkie was right and that she needed some relief from all this stress and tension. Pinkie was the best fillyfriend Rainbow had ever had: attentive, caring, funny, and with the best ass Rainbow had ever seen on a mare, like a heart-shaped bowl of pink gelatin that bounced to and fro with the slightest movement.

And most importantly, Pinkie knew just what Rainbow liked and how she liked it, so she didn’t resist as Rainbow roughly shoved her tongue into her mouth and kissed her like her life depended on it. Traveling with everypony for so many days straight without any privacy made it impossible for the two to be intimate, but nopony was here right now to make any remarks, so Rainbow allowed herself to indulge.

Rainbow rolled onto Pinkie and fiercely made out with her marefriend, one hoof digging into Pinkie’s mane while the other ventured down Pinkie’s stomach to reach her nethers. Pinkie let out adorable little squeaks and gasps as Rainbow groped her; it was just one more thing that got Rainbow so hot for the pink confectionist: those cute-as-hell noises she made when she was turned-on.

“Wait wait wait,” Pinkie suddenly said, pushing Rainbow off her just enough to look her in the eyes. “I have an idea.”

Rainbow smirked. When it came to sex, she always loved Pinkie’s ideas. For Pinkie, sex was like a private party, and nopony in the world knew how to party like Pinkie Pie. “Yeah?” Dash asked. “What’s that?”

“Okay, so actually, two ideas,” Pinkie said, pressing her hooves together. “So you know Red Velvet, right?”

Rainbow quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Of course she knew Red Velvet, what a silly question. Red was Gray’s sister and traveling partner. And of course Pinkie knew Rainbow knew her, because Red looked just like Pinkie fresh out of the bath, what with the long, straight mane and tail. She even had a nice pert ass, too, which Rainbow had mentioned to Pinkie earlier today, being sure to add that Pinkie’s ass was way bigger and better so she didn’t get jealous.

“Well, I know you think she’s hot,” Pinkie continued with that same devilish grin, “and I was wondering if maaaaybe I could go talk to her and convince her to, y’know… be our Player Three?”

Rainbow was given pause for two reasons.

First, she was surprised Pinkie was even suggesting bringing another mare in to join them for an evening of raunchy fun. Not that Rainbow minded at all, because as she said, Red was hot as hell. The fact that she looked exactly like Pinkie made it hotter. She’d had that dream once, of having two Pinkie Pies to play with, and had needed to change her sheets the following morning.

Second, and unfortunately, she knew that it wasn’t going to work out. Dash had subtly noted to Grayscale that she thought Red was hot precisely because she was planning on asking Pinkie if they might be able to convince Red to join in. Maybe once they had a chance to rest and relax later rather than tonight.

But Grayscale, in her own subtle way, made sure that Rainbow knew that Red Velvet was all about stallions. Like, super into stallions. The phrase “craves cocks” hadn’t actually been said but Rainbow knew that was exactly what Grayscale was insinuating.

So, Rainbow let Pinkie down gently. “Sorry, Pinks, but I have it from a reliable source that Red Velvet craves co— stallions, not mares. Sucks, I know, but hey, that’s life.”

Pinkie pouted, her lip trembling in exaggerated sorrow. “Awww. I thought it might be fun to boink my doppelganger. Phooey.”

“Well, what’s the other suggestion?”

“Oh! Ooh ooh! I haven’t dressed up in awhile, so I was thinking maybe I could, y’know…” She leaned in and whispered huskily into Rainbow’s ear, “Do some sexy cosplay for you?”

Rainbow grinned. She loved when Pinkie put on her little cosplay outfits in the bedroom. To this day she had no idea where Pinkie got all of those wonderful costumes that were perfect matches for their favorite characters from games, movies, and cartoons, nor any idea where she kept them all—she’d seen Pinkie’s closet and none of them could be found—but that didn’t matter. What mattered is that Pinkie looked hot in a costume—even when playing male characters—especially since she always picked the right characters to play.

But Rainbow had to sigh and shake her head, for it was not to be. “Pinkie, how’re you gonna dress up? This is a completely different world, and we’re a long way from home. You don’t have anything here.”

Pinkie grinned. “Never you mind, Dashie, never you mind. You just give me an idea of who you want me to cosplay as for you tonight, and let me handle the rest. Trust me, you’ll be pleasantly surprised what I can do when I put my mind to it.”

Rainbow rubbed her chin. “Hmm…”

“Oh, and keep in mind that this scene takes place during a chapter that was written in March of 2012, so… y’know, nothing that came out after that.”

Rainbow blinked. “Huh? Chapter? 2012?”

“I mean, my first thought would totally be Tracer, because I know you’d love her and would love me dressed up as her—seriously, her costume would make my butt look amazing—but she won’t technically exist for four more years, so—”

“Babe, focus. I have no idea what any of that means.”

Pinkie giggled into her hoof. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Ignore all that. Just, uh… tell me who you wanna bang tonight, honey.”

“That’s better.” Dash resumed rubbing her chin in thought, then came up with an idea.

She whispered into Pinkie’s ear exactly who she had in mind, and old favorite that Pinkie hadn’t done before but that they both knew she was saving for a special occasion. And what was more special than tonight?

Pinkie purred and kissed Dash’s chin. “Oh ho, nice. Breaking out the gold standard, huh? You got it. Now, you just sit right there, and I’ll be riiiight back.”

And with that, Pinkie leapt off the bed, opened the dresser's top drawer, and leapt inside all in one fluid motion. Said dresser bounced and shook as though it had a mind of its own, spitting out clothes that definitely weren’t already in there, all of which disappeared before Rainbow could blink. Rainbow was left baffled as to how any of this worked, then shook her head, reminded herself that this was Pinkie being Pinkie, and that it was better if she just relaxed and didn’t ask any questions.

A handful of minutes later, Pinkie leapt back out of the drawer and landed on the foot of the bed, standing tall and proud in her new cosplay. “Ta da!” she said with a brief flourish of hooves.

Pinkie had dressed herself in a tight-fitting white sailor uniform, complete with a wonderfully short blue skirt, one pretty red bow on Pinkie’s chest and another right above her tail, and little red boots on her rear hooves. She’d even styled her mane so it was in a long, thin, twin-tail style rather than her usual poofball. A small, gold tiara even rested on top just to complete the image.

“I am Sailor Pink,” Pinkie declared, standing on her hind hooves and striking a pose, “the champion of justice! In the name of the moon, I will right wrong and triumph over naughty mares… and that means you!” she finished, pointing right at Rainbow with both hooves.

Rainbow gulped. “Sweet Celestia, Pinkie… you look… damn.”

Pinkie giggled, then got back on the bed and straddled Rainbow. “I’m glad you like it, Dashie.”

“How’d you even manage this?”

“Well, I had to really focus to get this to work, because I know you love when I dress up for you so… I figured that if it makes you happy, I would put everything I could into making you happy, and… ta da!” She flipped her skirt a little bit and adjusted her bow. “Y’know, I bet if I really worked at it I could do more than just the costume…”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, just having an idea. Not relevant until at least next chapter.”

“Well, whatever. You’re too good to me, babe. Come here.” Rainbow pulled Pinkie in for a fierce kiss, one hoof behind Pinkie’s head with the other on her ass. “You make me happy just being you. The cosplay is just… frosting on top of my favorite Pinkie Pie.”

“You’re corny when you’re horny, honey,” Pinkie giggled, booping Dash on the nose.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. So, what’re you waiting for, Sailor Pink?” Rainbow spread her hooves out in a come-and-get-me gesture. “I’m the evil villain. Triumph over me.”

Pinkie waggled her eyebrows, then cleared her throat and put on her game face. “Aha, Queen Rainbow," she said in her best dramatic voice. "I’ve come to vanquish you in the name of the moon. Now your reign of terror will finally be at an end.”

Rainbow put the pastern of her hoof to her head. “Oh no, Sailor Pink!" she said in her best dramatic voice, which was decidedly less impressive. "My arch-nemesis, come to battle me. Whatever shall I do?”

Pinkie tittered and pinned Rainbow to the bed. “That’s right, villain! Now, prepare yourself for my ultimate attack… Pink Spiral Tickle Strike!”

Rainbow jumped in surprise as Pinkie’s hoof rubbed the underside of her wings, right where she was most ticklish. “H-hey! No fair tickling!” she laughed as Pinkie relentlessly attacked her.

"Aha! Are you ready to give up, evil-doer?"

Between laughs while rolling on the bed, Rainbow managed to blurt out, “Think again, Sailor Pink!”

Rainbow then grabbed Pinkie’s side with her forehooves, and with her hind legs she casually—and carefully—flipped Pinkie over, then pinned her on the bed.

Pinkie let out a mock gasp of shock. “Oh no! You countered my ultimate attack!”

“Aha!” Rainbow said with a triumphant laugh. “Fool! Now I have you at my mercy. You’re simply not strong enough to defeat my awesomeness.” She licked her lips and pressed her nose against Pinkie’s. “Now… what should I do with you?”

She roughly kissed Pinkie on the lips first, earning a squeak of surprise, then moved down to Pinkie’s neck. When she got to Pinkie’s chest, she yanked at the ribbon that kept her top tied closed, revealing the luscious pink fur beneath, which she then set to kissing and teasing with her teeth.

“Ahh~” Pinkie cried, her hooves pawing at the bed sheets. “You’re too strong, Queen Rainbow~”

“Hmm hmm, you were so naive to challenge me and think you could win,” Rainbow chuckled as she made her way down. “Now you must pay the price for your… uh… insolence? Is that the right word?”

"Yeah, that works."

"For your insolence! Ha ha!"

She lifted up Pinkie’s short skirt and found that Pinkie was wearing a thin pair of white panties, if only to complete the costume. She casually pressed her hoof against the thin fabric, rubbing Pinkie gingerly through it and being rewarded with another whimper of enjoyment. She could see that the fabric was already damp with Pinkie’s excitement.

With a grin, Rainbow continued rubbing her marefriend through her panties, bringing her face up to Pinkie’s mouth to kiss her again. “Are you ready to submit, Sailor Pink?”

“Never~” Pinkie cooed. “I will defeat you, in the name of the moo-o-o-n~”

Rainbow had just slid her hoof inside Pinkie’s panties to fondle her folds. By now, the thin fabric was totally soaked—when Pinkie was wet, she was wet—and practically useless.

“Ha! The once mighty sailor scout is now a quivering mess within my hooves,” Rainbow growled in Pinkie’s ear. “Submit now, and perhaps I’ll let you enjoy this.”

“N-never!”

“Go on… tell your new Queen what you want.”

“I’ll… never submit… to an evil like you-u-u~” Pinkie whimpered as Rainbow’s hooves flicked her clit. “Ahh~ S-stop that~”

“You’re stronger than you look, Sailor Pink,” Rainbow chuckled. “Perhaps it’s time I use my ultimate attack.” Her hooves went to the bands of Pinkie’s panties and yanked them down, tossing them unceremoniously aside; they landed on the floor with a damp squelch.

Pinkie gave Rainbow a mock look of fear, which secretly meant that it was okay for Rainbow to continue.

Rainbow licked her lips as she got a faceful of pink crotch. “Ultra Rainbow Swirling Tongue!”

She put both her hooves on Pinkie’s plump ass—lifting the skirt as she did so—and buried her muzzle right in Pinkie’s pink, puffy pussy.

“Eep!” Pinkie squealed. “You fiend! Not so rough~”

The complaint wasn’t real; Pinkie loved it when Dash took things hard and fast, which Dash always did because that was how she did everything. Dash knew that. Pinkie knew that. But Pinkie still made the comment because it sounded hotter to Dash when she acted like she didn’t like it when clearly she did.

And Dash knew Pinkie liked it because the party pony was letting out those adorable squeaks and gasps every time Dash’s mouth and tongue moved, whether it was licking Pinkie’s outer folds, piercing her tongue inside, sucking on her clit, or giving gentle nibbles to any of the above.

Part of it was Pinkie just being over-excited no matter what and not knowing much about restraint, so anything that made her feel good would get a reaction. The other part of it was that Dash was intensely proud that she knew how to please a mare with her tongue, and had the experience to prove it. Pinkie was hardly her first fillyfriend, but she was that one that Dash had serious feelings for, so it just made her feel better that Pinkie enjoyed it so much.

“D-dashie~” Pinkie whimpered out-of-character, her hooves grasping desperately at the bed sheets to steady herself. “I’m gonna… gonna cum~”

Dash didn’t relent, and if anything doubled her efforts.

“Dashieee~” Pinkie cried as she bucked her hips against Dash’s muzzle, cumming all over Rainbow’s tongue.

Rainbow clamped her mouth down hard so that she could catch all of Pinkie’s juices as she came. She loved how Pinkie tasted. Other mares all had pretty similar tastes that weren’t particularly special or sometimes even pleasant, but the party pony was different; she tasted like flavored sugar. The flavor was somehow never the same twice, either, but was always dangerously sweet and tangy on her tongue, like those candy packets she used to eat as a filly.

Tonight, Pinkie tasted like blue raspberry. Sweet, yet sour, but all-around delicious.

Pinkie practically collapsed onto the bed as her orgasm wore out. The costume’s tiara fell off her head and rolled off to the side, causing Pinkie’s mane to poof out again. “Oh my goodness, Dashie, that was… sooo good~”

“I bet. You’ve been pent up as much as I am, Pinks, admit it. You needed that,” Rainbow said, moving up the bed so they were face-to-face again.

Pinkie groaned and nodded. “Yeah… I did. I needed my Dashie. Holy moly did I ever. But you need some release too, honey. C'mere.” She leaned up and gave Rainbow another intense kiss, which she then interrupted after a few seconds, licking her lips. “Ooh, blue raspberry!”

Dash groped Pinkie’s ass again, running her hooves under the short skirt. “Don’t get comfortable. We’re not done yet.”

Pinkie growled in approval and gladly let Dash pin her beneath her. “Gee, Dashie, what’ve you got in mind?”

Rainbow grabbed one of Pinkie’s hind legs and lifted it up onto her shoulder, then scissored herself in so her and Pinkie were joined at the crotch, pink against pink. Pinkie’s skirt did nothing to hide their union, but the fact that it tried and failed tickled Dash’s fancy just right.

Typically, this would be where Dash would whip out one of the many toys they had and would just go to town on Pinkie, but all of their equipment was at home and she wasn’t about to ask if Pinkie had a dildo stashed away in her mane somewhere. Mostly because she was worried Pinkie did.

So, au naturale it was, as she figured Rarity would say.

Dash was no stranger to doing this with Pinkie, either, so the party pony knew just what to do to help Dash scissor her better, shifting her weight and using a pillow for leverage to properly angle herself. Seeing her marefriend so eager to please just made Dash's pussy twitch with excitement.

She didn’t waste time bumping and grinding against Pinkie’s pussy, brushing clit against clit every few moments but otherwise keeping to a nice, steady pace and using all of the space available. Pinkie’s thick thighs felt great to rub against for Rainbow; Rainbow’s muscled leg did the same for Pinkie.

Rainbow took one of Pinkie’s silky boots in her teeth and stripped it off her, giving her a chance to kiss the sensitive frog of Pinkie’s hoof and getting a groan of approval in response.

And neither of them left idle hooves to do nothing. Dash’s free hoof—the one not holding Pinkie’s leg up—stimulated Pinkie’s slit and rubbed her stomach, which Pinkie enjoyed immensely. Pinkie’s free hooves either rubbed her own clit, Rainbow’s, or groped Rainbow’s tight, athletic ass, which Rainbow definitely liked.

All the while, Pinkie let out her cute little squeaks and moans while Rainbow grunted and groaned, thrusting herself against Pinkie like she would if she were wearing one of the many strap-ons she usually employed. It wasn’t quite the same but Dash knew Pinkie loved the sensation either way so she gladly did it.

Rainbow found that the bed here wasn’t as stable as the one in Pinkie’s room at Sugarcube Corner, since it shifted and creaked with every movement, its metal springs groaning in unison with the two lovers. She hoped these walls weren’t too thin, or else everypony in the hall would be able to hear them. Hell, Grayscale was right next door, so she might be able to hear them anyway.

But then Rainbow thought, Hell with it, let Gray hear us. If there was anything cooler than making her marefriend cum her brains out, Rainbow had never heard of it, so Gray would probably approve. Rainbow wondered if maybe the other pegasus was enjoying hearing this, maybe even rubbing herself to the sounds of the love-making next door, and that excited Rainbow, making her all the rougher and louder.

As usual, Pinkie came first, letting out a hearty, deep moan and twitching even as Dash kept moving. Dash always lasted longer and didn’t blame Pinkie for it—Dash was just that awesome that she could make Pinkie cum so hard and fast—but that didn’t mean she was going to let up.

It was only when Pinkie was able to collect herself enough to pull away from Rainbow that Rainbow knew it was her turn and she just let it happen. Pinkie was quick to pounce on Rainbow—almost knocking her off the smaller bed—and bury her muzzle in Rainbow’s crotch, tongue hungrily lapping at Rainbow’s clit. Rainbow put her hooves on Pinkie’s head, threw her head back, and let Pinkie finish her off.

When Rainbow came, it was fantastic. She’d gone longer periods without a good orgasm—mostly before she met Pinkie, who just meshed with her—but this wasn’t because of the time. All of the stress and tension and frustration and outright anger just flowed out of her in that one, brief moment when Pinkie sucked on her slit and drew out an explosive, head-clearing climax.

Rainbow panted and heaved as she rode out her orgasm, running her hooves through Pinkie’s mane gently and staring up at the ceiling. Then, Pinkie’s head popped into view, and Pinkie wordlessly gave Dash a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Rainbow could never really describe her own taste, but Pinkie—ever the expert on flavors—said it was like fresh dew on grass in the early spring morning, which was way too poetic for Rainbow to ever say aloud and which she suspected Pinkie stole from one of Rarity's trashy romance novels.

“Feel better?” Pinkie asked as she broke the kiss.

Rainbow nodded. “Much better. Like I said, you’re too good to me Pinks. Way too good.”

Pinkie set her head on Dash’s chest and sighed. “I just want everypony to feel better and forget all the bad things that have happened. If I could do this with everypony—”

“Heh, I'd pay to see you get Rarity or AJ to agree to this,” Rainbow teased. "You might have a chance with Flutters, though. I'm like... ninety percent sure she's bi."

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Not what I meant, silly. I didn’t mean I wish I could bang all my friends. I only have eyes for you.”

“And Red Velvet, remember?”

“Eh, not anymore. That fleeting fancy has come and gone, like dust in the wind…” Pinkie said, gently moving her hoof through the air. “What I meant was, I wish there was something I could do to make everypony feel better, but… with everything going on, I don’t think anypony’s in the mood for a party…”

Rainbow hugged Pinkie close. “Don’t worry, Pinks, you’ll think of something. And hey, y’know what? Now that Gray and the others are around to help us, I think things are gonna go a lot smoother on the road ahead.”

Pinkie grinned. “Yeah, you’re right. I think the worst is behind us.” She pulled up to kiss Rainbow again. “I love you.”

Dash smiled. “I love you too, babe.”

Rainbow set her head down on the bed and took a deep breath, then closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Yeah, things were looking up. Considering all that had happened already, there was no way things could possibly get worse.