Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash make a bet…

Thanks to Avid Reader for the request!

This chapter will contain non-human pony clop.

Categories: Anal, licking, rimjob, competition

Warnings: Heavy amounts of anal stimulation, predominantly with the tongue. Not for everypony.

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“Backdoor Bets”

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“So… What’s up, Pinkie?” Rainbow Dash was always slightly hesitant around her bubbly pink friend. Once Pinkie had given her a suggestive smile and a note asking to meet in the back store room of Sugarcube Corner, Dash’s defenses immediately went up. Rightfully so, it seemed. Pinkie had something devious in mind.

“Alright, Dashie. Here’s the deal.”

“Huh boy…”

“Only if you want.”

“What?”

“Oh, shush and lemme tell you what I got planned.” Pinkie draped a hoof over Dash’s shoulders, pulling her close. “It’s no secret, Dash. I’m pretty loose.”

“Loose?”

“Like, in bed.”

“Oh.” So that’s what this was about… Not good. Pinkie probably wanted Dash to do some depraved act or something… Dash was largely uncomfortable in that moment. “Pinkie, I-“

“Relax, Dash. Look, I have a bet planned out. If you win, you can do whatever you want. Walk away, or whatever.” Dash perked up. A bet? So this was a challenge. She was intrigued…

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“Alrighty! So, I’ve got a pretty big group of ponies in on this already. Here’s the thing… I think I can make more ponies cum than you can.” Oh. A sexual challenge. Still intrigued, but not very interested… Still, she held her tongue. “But here’s the deal. Only using our tongues,” Pinkie poked her out, as if to prove a point. “And only on their back doors.”

“You mean lick their buttholes?!” Dash asked incredulously, slipping away and hovering a few feet off the ground. “Gross! I can’t do that!”

“Oh, so I guess you’re giving up.”

“Eer…” Her spirits flagged. Dash never backed down from a challenge… But this… This was just… “Eew, though…”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, Dashie. So whaddaya say? You in?”

“Well… Who’s in on it?”

“Anypony wearing a pink bracelet.” Dash glanced down at Pinkie’s wrist. She was wearing a red one. “These are for us,” She said, raising her hoof to show it off proper. “If they see you and you ask them, they’ll let you do it.”

“So… Anypony wearing a pink bracelet, they’ll let me lick their…?”

“Yup! You can lick their butts. But only their butt! Any other sort of pleasure, and you’ll be disqualified.”

“How… How many ponies are in on this…?”

“Fifty-three.”

“FIFTY THREE?!” Dash’s eyes went wide as she took off again. “How did you get them all to agree?!”

“I’ve been with all of them.” Pinkie bubbled. “I asked them whenever we did it, since I had this planned for a while.”

“How long is a while?” Dash asked, narrowing her eyes at Pinkie.

“Two years.”

“You’ve been planning this competition for two years? But, you already know all these ponies… I don’t think I even WANT to know…”

“Well, if you wanna give up, that’s fine too.”

“I didn’t say that…” Dash muttered. She was mulling it over. It’d be fun, right? Pinkie might have been with all of them, but she was fast. If there wasn’t any confusion, she could easily out-distance Pinkie Pie…

“I made a list for you anyways, since you don’t know who they all were.” Pinkie nudged a square of paper across the floor at Dash. She glanced at it, surprised at the multitude of names. “Oh, wow… Pinkie, all our friends are on here!”

“Eeyup! Applejack was REALLY fun!” Pinkie bounced. “Twilight’s good with her magic, too.”

“Erugh… But… Rarity?”

“Not as prim-and-proper as you think, Dashie.” Pinkie grinned at her. She surveyed the list, getting a rough picture of where these ponies were… Yeah, she could do this… She could easily do this. In fact, it’d be a piece of cake. She had never licked back there before, but she was no stranger to cunnilingus… So… Not that different?

“Alright, Pinkie. You’re on. Gimme that.” She let Pinkie fasten the red bracelet around her hoof, grinning. This would be fun!

“Okay, here’s the rules!” Pinkie pulled a board from nowhere, along with a pointer, using it to underline a few bulletins on the paper tacked to the board. All of it came from, quite literally, nowhere. “No vaginal or penile stimulation. Anal only.”

“Right.”

“Everyone has promised to be clean as can be, and I can vouch for each and every one of them. But you have to clean your tongue inbetween each one.”

“Naturally.”

“You have two hours, and the pony with the most orgasms wins. You can do one pony more than once, but you’d be wasting time. Getting them to cum once from anal alone is tricky. Twice is impossible.”

“Alright… How do we keep a tally?”

“After you’re done with a pony, they’ll come back here. After two hours, using their honor system, we’ll tally how many orgasms.”

“Okay… Anything else?”

“Yes. This can’t be done in public. Has to be indoors, or at least away from prying eyes. Don’t want any fillies seeing this.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“You can touch yourself, but each orgasm you have subtracts two from your total. Again, honor system.”

“No worries there. I’ll sweat it out.”

“And the winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser. You can walk away, or… You know.” Pinkie slid a hoof over her flank, giving her mark a quick swat. “Lick me instead.”

“We’ll just see, Pinkie.” Dash was hesitant about licking Pinkie Pie anywhere.

“Alright, then! Any more questions?”

“Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Alright, then! Let’s go!” Pinkie bounced out of the store room and to the front of the shop, grinning wide. “As soon as this here clock starts, we have two hours. Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Dash grinned, stretching her wings. She cracked joints all along her back and through her legs, getting loose… Limber.

“On three! One!” Dash nudged the door open, her wings flared wide. “Two!” She crouched low, her sights set on the sky. “THREE!”

The door slammed open as she burst through it, the gust of wind sweeping Pinkie Pie out onto the street. Dash was half a mile to Sweet Apple Acres before Pinkie could even dust herself off. Her bones rattled with speed, grinning ear-to-ear as she zoomed off over the trees.

“AJ!” She roared, landing just outside of the barn. “AJ, where you at?!”

“What in tarnation?” The farm pony trotted around the barn, her quizzical expression looking at Dash. The pegasus’ keen vision picked out the pink bracelet before Applejack could even see hers. Quick as can be, Dash tackled her, rolled around, then dragged Applejack into the barn.

“What the hay?! Dash, lemme go!” Applejack squirmed and swatted at her, but Dash deposited her in a hay-filled stall before dancing away. She shoved her hoof at Applejack, displaying the red bracelet. “Aw shucks. Ah hoped Pinkie’d be the one to git here first.”

“Shut up, AJ, and lemme see your ass.”

“Aright, sugarcube. You asked for it.” With a wide grin, Applejack rolled to her hooves and flicked her tail up over her back, exposing her rear end. Normally, Dash would have focused on the glistening pink slit positioned just beneath Applejack’s tight pucker, but instead, she had a mission. “Yipes! T-take it easy, there, Day-ash! Aah!”

“Haah.” Ignoring the musky taste, Dash’s tongue drooled saliva all over Applejack’s back door, lubricating her up nicely.

“Hnn… Tha’s good… Aah…” She put pressure on the opening with her tongue, gently teasing it apart. Applejack shuddered as Dash pushed the tip of her tongue inside, wincing as she felt the rough flesh give way to something more soft, and pliable. “Aah, Dash… Fah, yer good at this…”

“Hrm…” Dash worked her tongue in a circle, teasing and licking Applejack’s rear, pulling out to give her a few sloppy, saliva-spreading licks before earnestly pressing deeper. Despite what she was expecting, Applejack didn’t taste all that different from another mare’s regular hole… Maybe a little more strongly, but it wasn’t unpleasant… She was glad Pinkie had thought to ask the participants to wash up…

“Haah… Fahk, Dash, Ah’m cummin’!” Applejack grunted. Dash doubled her efforts, her dexterous tongue sliding deeper. “Haah… Uhn!” A fresh wave of musky liquid washed over Dash’s tongue before she pulled out, making her spit the vile fluid into the hay. Applejack panted as she came, her pink slit dribbling liquid. “Ah… Fuck…” She groaned. “One fer you… Ah’ll wait a bit before ah head into town… Ah gotta clean up… Trough’s over there,” She gestured with a hoof, walking a little funny as she left the barn. Dash eagerly lapped at the water in the nearby trough, spitting out several mouthfuls until she was positive she was clean enough. One down, and hardly ten minutes into the challenge! Applejack was the furthest away from town, so Dash was glad she could focus on rapid-firing others inbetween here and sugarcube corner. Next target: Carrot Top.

“Good morning, Dash!” Carrot Top’s farm was just south of Applejack’s, and the earth pony was wearing a pink bracelet. Grinning, Dash flourished her own, watching as the look of recognition passed over Carrot Top’s face. “I see. Right here okay?”

“Will anypony see?”

“My sister will, but she’s in on it, so it’s okay. Think you can handle us both?”

“Bring it on.” Dash smiled as Carrot Top let out a piercing whistle before turning around. She leaned in, panting as her tongue brushed over Carrot Top’s rosebud. The flesh twitched for a moment against her tongue, making dash groan out loud. Carrot Top writhed slightly, her legs quivering already.

“Been… Hah- looking forward to this… Hng!” Dash’s tongue spread her apart, sliding in just a little ways…

“Carrot Top, what the hay?!” Another pony approached. Dash raised her hoof idly, showing the bracelet. “Was it today? Oh shoot, you’re right! Here, I think I have it in my bags…” Dash heard leather creak as whomever the other pony was rooted through her bags, searching for the pink bracelet. Meanwhile, Dash worked her tongue deeper into Carrot Top. She was getting good at this! The poor earth pony was whimpering by the time her sister had snapped the bracelet on, and as soon as Dash gave her one last good lick, she released.

“Uugh… Fuck…” Her legs shook as she came, her pink core pulsing in time with the flexing of her muscles.

“Me next, Dash.” Carrot Top’s sister spun around, flicking her tail aside.

“Can’t.” Dash grimaced, smacking her tongue several times. “Gotta clean. It’s the rule.”

“Here.” Carrot Top pulled a bottle of something from her bag, offering it to Dash. She twisted the top off, passing it to her. Dash took a large sip of cider, groaning at the taste. She wanted to swallow, but she swished it around her mouth and spat it out instead. The spicy taste lingered, making her want more. “Take half,” Carrot Top offered. Smiling, Dash took the time to swirl another mouthful of potent alcohol around her mouth before swallowing it and chugging half.

“Let’s do this.” She turned to the earth pony’s sister, grinning as she set to work. It didn’t take much longer this time, and before she knew it, Dash was fifteen minutes in and three orgasms down. “Thanks, girls!” She took another swig of cider, spitting this one out with a grin. “I owe you one.”

“Hnn…”

“Good luck! We’ll go to sugarcube corner soon.” Dash took off, leaving the sisters behind. Her eyes scanned the clouds, searching… They had to be around here somewhere… There!

“Flitter! C’mere!” Dash waved her red bracelet at the other grey pegasus, both of them smiling before they even alighted on the same cloud.

“Alright! I’ve been waiting for ya, Dash! Here ya go!” Flitter readily spun her rear around, exposing herself. Dash wasted no time in setting her tongue to work, panting as she licked the tense flesh. Flitter, being a pegasus, was undoubtedly more tight than the hearty earth ponies… So Dash made sure she was well-lathered with saliva before pushing in… When she did, Flitter shuddered nice and hard before letting loose a groan. “Oh… Oh wow… That’s… Haah!”

“Hnn… Mwah.” Dash kissed the soft pucker of flesh, smiling before getting back to it. She was beginning to get aroused at all the licking and orgasms… If she wasn’t worried about Pinkie’s potent pucker-licking, she might take the time to rub one out on herself and avoid the distraction in the future. That would put her back to one, though, so Dash resisted. She licked a little more firmly, working Flitter over until the grey pegasus was panting and shuddering.

“Dash!” Flitter gasped, her muscles tensing more. “I’m gonna cum!” Her forelegs collapsed, her rear supported by Dash’s hooves hooked under her hips. She released a thin stream of cum against Dash’s chest, the splattering liquid most definitely not helping Dash’s predicament… She could feel it coursing down her front, running in rivulets over her thighs, down to her…

“Gotta run!” Dash gasped, dragging her tongue along the cloud. The condensation built up until it ran off of her tongue, cleaning it as best she could. Her wings flared out, but a half-conscious moan caught her attention.

“Cloudchaser’s in… The movie theater…”

“Thanks!” With a smile, Dash dove off of the cloud, making for the town. She zipped through an open window and into the theater smoothly. There she was, sitting in the back row, munching popcorn. “Hey,” Dash whispered softly, showing off her bracelet. In the dim lighting, Cloudchaser could barely see the red tint. But she smiled nevertheless and slipped out of her seat.

“Bathroom,” She whispered, ushering Dash along. She followed, smiling eagerly. As they entered the lobby, Dash spotted another pony behind the counter with a bracelet on her fore leg. Perfect. As they slipped by, Dash waved her own bracelet, catching her attention. When the other pony saw where they were headed, she nodded with a smile on her face. Two for one. Awesome. Cloudchaser led Dash into the far stall, bending over the toilet with a wide grin. “Let’s go, Dash.”

It took her ten seconds flat. Cloudchaser whimpered as she came, but thankfully didn’t give Dash a shower like her sister did. She was half an hour in by now. But thankfully, she was in the middle of Ponyville… Pink bracelets would be easy to find. Just as Cloudchaser limped out of the stall, the other pony behind the concessions counter entered. She was a unicorn, her coat a pale, creamy color. She hovered a cup of some liquid over to Dash, smiling.

“Clean up, missy. No dirty tongues on my asshole.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Dash swigged at the soda, spitting the first two mouthfuls into the toilet and flushing them down. Only when the unicorn turned around did Dash take a full drink, smiling before she set to work. Number six was under her hooves, but her jaw was beginning to tire… If she wanted to out-do Pinkie, she’d have to slow down a bit. Her hooves massaged the pale unicorn’s flanks, keeping her relaxed, calm… She still moaned whenever Dash gave her lazy, meaningless licks, though… Which meant she was enjoying it. Once Dash was recovered enough, she pushed her tongue deep into the unicorn’s pucker, breathing heavy over the warm flesh.

“Aah! Ye… Yeah!” She panted, flexing her muscles twice before reaching climax. Dash managed to side-step the gush of liquid, swiping the half-empty soda from it’s place on the floor.

“See you at Sugarcube Corner!” She smiled as she took off, flapping through the lobby and out of the window, not twenty minutes lost in the theater. She was rested, her tongue clean with the soda, and her eyes already scanning for the next pink bracelet. “Aha!” With a grin, Dash swooped out of the sky, her hooves curling under Twilight’s body.

“Dash! What the hay!” Twilight writhed in her grip, fighting to get away.

“Sit tight, Twi.” Dash grunted, flapping hard to carry them up to the bell tower in the middle of town. “I gotta… Hey, stoppit!” She had just landed before Twilight grabbed her with magic, pinning her hooves to the floor. “Look at my hoof, stupid!”

“Oh! Wait, Pinkie didn’t tell me it was you! I was looking for somepony else!”

“Well, lemme go so I can move on.”

“Move on? How many have you done already?” Dash thought for a moment.

“Six.”

“Damn. Well, who am I to say no?” Twilight’s horn died down before she spun around, her long tail sweeping aside to reveal a clean, tight pucker. Dash smacked her lips before setting to work, not giving Twilight a moment to relax inbetween the careful ministrations of her tongue. “Haah… Fuck, Dash… This is… HNN!” Twilight whimpered as Dash’s tongue spread her apart, sliding deep into her rear. The unicorn shuddered as Dash’s tongue undulated within her, slobbering all over her ass. “You’re… Really sloppy… AAH! Good, but sloppy! Really good!” Dash had arched her tongue at the remark, making Twilight whimper sympathetically. “Dash!”

“Haah.”

“Dash, I’m cumming! Aah!” Dash buried her tongue deep inside Twilight, feeling the unicorn’s muscles flex powerfully around her tongue. She groaned against Twilight’s rear, her hooves massaging her flanks to keep her relaxed. When the orgasm had passed, Twilight slowly curled up on the ground. Dash licked her chops, grinning wide at the spent unicorn.

“Seven. And here comes eight!”

“Hey guys! What’s going on up here!” Derpy flapped up to the top of the town hall’s bell tower, grinning crookedly. “Oh! Rainbow Dash, you have a bracelet! So do I!” Twilight looked up, her horn already glowing.

“Here, Dash… Lemme see your tongue…” Twilight whimpered. Dash pressed the tip against Twilight’s horn, feeling a tingling spell wash over it. “You’re clean now… Guh…” She rolled onto her side, panting as she tried to control her twitching abdominal muscles.

“That’s awesome! Come here, Derpy.” The grey pegasus landed and happily spun around, but toppled over in the process. Dash just rolled her eyes and picked the poor mare up, burying her face in Derpy’s tail. The pegasus gasped as her tongue immediately spread her apart, spinning in a wide circle around her clean ass.

“Oooh yeah, Dashie! That’s gooooooood!” Derpy groaned eagerly, her muscles twitching against the gentle ministrations. “Eat my muffin! Do it, Dash! Yeah!” As much as she didn’t like Derpy for the pain caused on the last renovation to the town hall, her eager cries were spurring the cyan pegasus on. She licked harder and faster than ever before, bringing Derpy to a relentless, strength-robbing orgasm.

“Haah. Ptoo.” Dash spat onto the wooden floorboards, letting the pegasus go.

“That was GOOD, Rainbow Dash!”

“Heh. Thanks. But I gotta go.” Dash’s wings spread, ready to take off, but Derpy’s hoof stopped her.

“Wait, wait… My boyfriend always says something before he rushes off… I forget what it was… He always said it in Fancy…”

“Oh, I know…” Twilight groaned, beckoning Dash forward. The two quick words she whispered into Dash’s ears seemed to fit… The pegasus grinned as she turned around, her wings spread wide. An hour left, and eight orgasms under her belt. Her lungs bellowed as she took off into the sky.

”ALLONS-Y!”

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“Pwah! Done!” Dash’s tongue ached as she pulled out of her last victim, none other than a panting Roseluck. With not a second to spare, it seemd. A loud trumpet sound came from Sugarcube Corner, signaling their two hours was up. Dash smiled and helped Roseluck to her hooves, half-carrying half-dragging the spent earth pony to the store. There was a somewhat-large group of ponies gathered around, all of them chatting and talking excitedly. As Dash came into view, a good portion of them cheered for her. Panting, her sore tongue unresponsive, Dash smiled and waved as best she could before depositing Roseluck near the back of the group.

“Wow! Good job, Dashie! But do you think you beat me? Huhn?” Pinkie Pie was waiting near the front door to the store.

“I dunno, Pinkie…” Dash muttered. “I sure as heck tried…”

“Well let’s count them off! Everyone for Pinkie, raise your hooves!” Dash looked out over the crowd, counting them off one by one…

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen… “I count nineteen…” She muttered, narrowing her eyes at Pinkie Pie.

“Uh uhn! Twenty!” Pinkie Pie smiled. “I did Big Mac twice!” Dash’s eyes went wide as she looked over to Applejack’s older brother. If he was blushing, she couldn’t see it with his dark red coat.

“Eeyup.”

“Huhn. Alrighty then… All you ponies for Rainbow Dash, raise your hooves!” She smiled as a multitude of hooves rose into the air. She didn’t need to count. She knew how many it was. Pinkie Pie’s eyes darted to and fro as she counted.

“I count twenty. We tied, Dashie!” Pinkie Pie beamed. Dash’s eyes went wide as she scanned the crowd once more.

“Hey… Flitter, stand up!”

“S-sorry…” Another hoof rose weakly to join the others. Pinkie’s jaw dropped just as Dash grinned.

“Twenty-one.”

“Well… Fuck me.” Pinkie groaned, rolling her eyes. “You win, Dash… And remember, you get to do whatever you want with me.” Pinkie Pie grinned as she stepped closer. “Anything. You. Want.”

“Heh. Thanks, but not thanks, Pinkie.” Dash’s wings spread open as she flapped off. The small crowd groaned as Dash flapped away, and Pinkie looked on the verge of tears.

Dash zipped in out of nowhere, tackling Pinkie Pie back through the door to Sugarcube Corner. In the gust of wind left behind, the sign flipped around from ‘open’ to ‘closed.’ Dash grinned down at Pinkie’s shocked face.

“Roll over, Pinkie. I’ll show you who the true anal master is.”

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*sigh* You come up with some weird shit, Avid Reader…

Fuckin’ love you.

Ignore the Dr. Who reference. Please. I beg of you. I’ve been watching that and playing League of Legends for the past few weeks… I’ve taken to just randomly yelling “ALLONS-Y!” and “DEMACIAAAA!” Wherever I go. Like a stupid freak.