Daring Do-Me (clop)

>It took every bit you made at AJ's farm to afford the supplies.
>Every terrible sensation of asshole-ism you could weather in blackmailing Twilight for keeping her Big Mac shrine a secret.  You needed those enchantments at base cost, and you hadn't planned on mentioning that glowing red picture wall.  The trauma of what had rested at it's center lingered still, and moreover, someone might have asked how you had found it.
>It would all be worth ever mean moment.  You would be walking on clouds, and probably the first human in the history of ever to do so literally.  You'd have to make it up to Twilight somehow, or so you swore.
>You only wished your various efforts could be for something a little more Earth shattering than hanging out with Rainbow Dash.  Why you'd gone to these lengths, oh boy... That had been the question on your mind for quite some time.
>In the end, you derived it only seemed justified.  That intense pony had a way of turning on the hype machine, and every bragging notion about her hometown spun through your head as simple, stupid arrogance.  It only seemed fitting to have a suitably powerful reply to her positively captivating descriptions- an honest and brutal criticism of it.
>Then the other ponies confirmed it was, indeed, as awesome and alien to most of them as Rainbow had described.  That had secured your resolve.
>So, there you were.  Cloudsdale.  Ready to hang with Rainbow, having earned every ounce of ability to walk on vapor just to kick back and see the look on her arrogant face.
>You'd made a list, though.  Things to do:
>Make a small supply of water balloons to toss randomly off clouds at areas of high population.  Pinkie had provided the casing, all you'd need for the completed ordinance was water.  You had a feeling a place that had floors made of water could finish the job.
>Have Rainbow catch you during a free-fall.

>Distribute a ream of photocopied pony porn via wind.  Oddly enough, Fluttershy had dragged you aside and thought it would be a fun idea, then provided you with shit you never thought capable of any pony in Equestria.  She had quite the collection, well alphabetized in her basement.  Angel managed an adorable, still rude gesture.  Had it been his collection?
>Cloud-ball fight!  Piff-piff, poof-poof.
>What did pony clouds taste like?  You were going to find out.
>Inflate your own bladder with soda or alcohol, locate Canterlot's general location, and pee all over it.
>You were sure you were missing something, but that list was complete for the necessities.  You'd even passed it by Rainbow offhand, in private, to see if it was acceptable.  She'd laughed and said she'd done the last one numerous times: “There's a reason Earth ponies try to filter their water.” she'd said.  “It's our biggest joke that those snobs still haven't figured out!”
>When she'd said that, you were all for going to extreme lengths to get to Cloudsdale.  It wasn't often a man had the option to pee on a national capital.  You offhandedly pondered if your piss would mingle with the magic of the place, and spawn a race of creatures, hyper intelligent in comparison to their peers, as God must have done with Mesopotamia.  You'd probably say the same thing He did in eons past- “I sure did urinate on a set of PITA's. You can imagine my surprise when I found out my piss made a race of idiots that thought they were super-beings.”
>Plop.  You take your first step off the hot-air balloon cockpit with complete neglect to safety.  If things had gone wrong, the only result wasn't at all preventable without some quick pegasus intervention anyway.  You sink in several inches, the impact of your weight dispersing a few errant globules of cloud.  Pinky seems non-chalant about your disregard, front legs cast over the edge of the cockpit while she gives one of her blue eyed smiles.  “You have fun Anonymous!”

>Oh, Pinkie.  You have no goddamn idea.  Or do you?  Was she just smirking her galvanizing smirk?
>She probably was aware.  She had such a good social network.  If Pinkie was entertained by the idea of your list, and keeping herself silent over it, that made her just as awesome as Rainbow.  You give her a wave and a knowing grin.
>As the bag of hot air vanished through the cloud cover, you discovered you were being watched.  Rainbow was in a slow, amused orbit.  Wings a flappin,' she plopped down with a glossy smile filled with anticipation.
>How disappointing, then, that the first order of business was what it was.  Burnout: Pegasi on Fire edition.  Managing the large buttons meant for hooves on Rainbow's Hug-Box 360 was a new experience, sure, but not what you had in mind.  Nor  the fact that she has completely kicked your ass for the past three digital competitions.
>Was digital the right word?  Did ponies have microprocessors?  Was it some cloud based fucking anomaly with string and the power of joy, or some such shit?
>The more you wondered about ponies...
>Race four.
>More ass-kickery was not on the menu.
>You devise a plan.  An evil, two-hearts-too-small plan.  You use your teeth to rip off a piece of her couch while she's enraptured with the game.  You had discovered that clouds were flavored as colored; her couch, being greenish, had a minty aftertaste.  Her bed sheets had been grape.  She still hadn't noticed, or in the case she had, a protest had gone unspoken.
>Halfway through the race, your pegasi character is airborne amidst a scattering of feathers tossed up by impact.  He is also on fire, because that was the draw of the game in the first place.  Having the seapony made of asbestos would not be anything short of cheating fan expectations, even in the underwater DLC racetrack you were losing spectacularly upon.
>”Geez, Rainbow, you're too good a this.” You say.

>”Well, I've had a lot of practice.”  She responds, immediately responsive to your plan.  She does not lose pace, nor dexterity, in bruising your ego's asscheeks.  She even phhhhbt's to your initial attempt.
”You're almost as good at this as you were in the porn Fluttershy gave me.”
>You screenwatch her like the douchbag you are.  Boom.  Crash.  You bypass her, just barely, eeking out the win.  You throw your hands up, the tossed controller meeting the cloud-based floor with such impact it sinks.
”Oooh, what now? You can SUCK it.”
>You turn to a blue set of cheeks that may as have been filled with hot coals.  She's dropped the controller, her dark eyes moving to meet yours.  What she says then, floods you with a sense of stupid regret bordering on pre-ejactulation.  “Y-you saw that?”
>You pause only a moment to perceive what she's just admitted.  The hamsters run and run and run on their wheel, thinking they are going somewhere.  Your most coherent response spills from your lips like vomit.
“Huh?”
>Rainbow puts her hooves to her head.  She trembles in place.  “Oh my Celestia... I'm so sorry you saw that.”  She puts her front hooves together, the sound of slow, hollow grinding rippling off the puffy walls.
>What you saw just wasn't right.  The most headstrong, loyal pony was shuddering where she sat.  Distressed was only a colorless word for what you'd just done to her.
>Roll for speech save.  Pray for a 20.
>You try to keep it lighthearted.
“Whoa, whoa.  Just a joke, Skittles.”
>You expose both palms.  They move toward and away from her in quick succession.
“I was just kidding.”
>She leans on a forehoof, the other curled and bent.  Her mouth ajar, you are witness to tears spilling from magenta eyes.  “What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?  You didn't like it?”
>Fuck you, speechcraft.  Deep in panic, you try to salvage what you can.
“I never said that.  I've never actually seen you doing that sort of thing.”

>”Of course not!” she yelped, voice cracking at the apex of her exposition.  A hoof draws across her nose, muffling a sniffle.  “Not like you were a pervert or anything.”
>A neuron finally flares.  Horrid faults of self become sharp reality, and you nearly implode trying to retreat.
>What the hell kind of porn would she have even made, anyway?
“Well, maybe I'm enough of one to see you sucking off a stallion after some horrendous saxaphone riff and find it funny.”
>She bites her lip.
>Gee, Anon. You're rolling an awful lot of critical failures today.  Are you TRYING to be an awful person?  Does it come naturally?
“Okay.  Okay okay okay.”
>You wave your hands like you're trying to ward off angry bees.  Then, you stop.  Rainbow... Did porn?
“Wait, hang on.  Were you just a fluffer, or?”
>She lifts a corner of her mouth. “What? No.  I... What?”
>Fucking up this already deleriously confusing conversation should not have been on the menu.  Was “fluffer” related some kind of strange cloud fetish?  During the revelation, however, you manage to sputter out what you have comprehended.
“You were in porn?”
>She gapes.  Then, her eyes roll, and she slumps where she sits.  Her half-spread wings slide to her torso, accompanying a sigh.  “You're so full of-”
“But, you just said you were...”
>Rainbow lets out a vivid, loud growl toward the ceiling.  “Yes, fine.  I was in porn.  It's not something I talk about alright?”
>You try to keep your face expressionless.  Try.
“I just said that to win the game-”
>”I know!” she squeals, her heat tossing back as she flails her legs at the ceiling like a flipped turtle.
>An absence of words descends.  There are no crickets in Cloudsdale.  Only a notion, strange to you since the arrival in Equestria, that was called shame.  Your mental craving to remedy the entire embarrassing mistake concocts a pathetic answer.
“Well, if you can laugh at it, it can't hurt you, right?”

>”Huh?” A pensive Rainbow shrinks from your words at first, but then leans back into a more stable position.  She looks to the TV, then back to you after sticking her chin out.
>Her half-lidded eyes, punctuated by a gloriously soul-destroying pout, close.  “Fine.” She mutters.
>Huh? You think at first.  Halfway through her rummaging beneath the plush couch do you realize what she thought you had asked of her.
>Rainbow produces a thin, plastic case.  It's fantastically gaudy; the cover has a border that is fully leather, and it's latched at the side in brass.  The picture on the front is colorful, a nasty nest of transparent tentacles curling around the brown-hide mare, it's monochrome mane splitting in hue that, at a distance, you realized was Rainbow's.  Somewhere along the line, she'd met with a great make-up artist, and spread her back legs wide for some excellent special effects.
>”Daring Do-Me, and the Curse of the Sapphire Boulders.”
>Your bottom lip curls inward.  You feel the pressure of your nibbling teeth failing to hold back the escaping snorts, and those stifled laughs release with such pressure they nearly draw blood from the bite.  Rainbow grunts, unamused.
>Rainbow gives a weighted trot toward the Hug-Box system, popping the game gem free.  She fiddles with the movie crystal, nuzzling the pink diamond into the gap.  She looks back at you, the roof of the Hug-Box still open, her tail whipping about to swat away flies that didn't exist.  She finally closes it, taking up the controller cord between her teeth to retreat back to the couch next to you.
>The splash screen arrives.  By god, the music is everything you could have imagined cackling to- and it's still catchy.  You hold back the laughter, just barely, for her sake.
“You know, if you hadn't said anything-”
>”Shut up.”
“I mean, you can stop, I won't blame you for anything...  I won't tell anyone.”
>Hell, how could you?  The other ponies would start to whisper things...

>Rainbow waits a moment, eying the paddle.  A number of tense seconds pass, and a glowering eye slides toward you.  “A little late for that.” she says, depressing a button.  “Besides... Having somepony besides Fluttershy knowing about might make you right.”
>The credits begin to roll.  Those names... Tall Oak, Diamond Pillar.  When the name “Milk Hose” passes by, your eyes are misting from compressed laughter.
>There is something captivating about the entire thing, however.  “Daring Do-Me” has crept off the dilapidated riverboat, and has begun navigating thorny vines from spindly trees with spider-leg limbs.  Starved beasts with dripping fangs regard the pony in the tan coat hungrily as she carefully analyzes- and disregards- the eager monsters.   Darkness eats at her sides, compressing attention to carefully placed angles showing off glistening, athletic flanks and a compass rose cutie mark.  A gravely narrator ushers out complicated backstory you'd need to rewind to understand, inflections and speech attuned to the crescendo of symphony made music.  She adjusts her pith helmet, and you can barely pick out the curves of Rainbow's tight features amidst the vision.  Had it been any other pony, and had your comparison to the brown mare on the screen been absent, you never would have known it was Rainbow.
>By the time Daring Do-Me had reached the clearing before the temple, you were actually... Interested.
>Daring Do-Me was no normal human porn.  Ponies, it would seem, had excessive production values, even in “filth” like what you were watching.
“Pause it for a second?” You ask her.
>Rainbow obediently obeys, after a confused glance.
“You have pop-corn, right?”
>Rainbow's Brows lift, and one eye squints.
“This is actually kind of cool...”

>Illuminated by needles of sunlight piercing the low tree canopy, Daring Do-Me kept a proud saunter along a scar between the brush.  She peered beneath densely bundled branches, sticking out her jaw against numerous watching eyes peering from the gloom.  Creatures leered with starved grins as she passed by, her swaggering flanks centered upon by the camera.
>After a gracious supply of tail lifted butt-waggling (the grinding cheeks never once covered by the Vijaya font credits that were finally starting to taper off), Daring found her hooves thumping upon greasy stone.  She was soon surrounded by soundless, babbling statues, lilting in the loose dirt on either side of the cobblestone.
>At it's end, the camera zoomed out to show a look of confusion on her face- and then, panned even further to reveal where she was.  Daring was upon a pony made stone circle, several meters wide.  Atop a cliff of unknown height, she peered over the edge; the camera cut behind her shoulder, showing a drop that was deep enough it vanished into billowing fog.
“Was this shot on location?”
>Rainbow tapped her chin as you munched down another handful of pop-corn.  “Well, the path was in Everfree.  The cliff was all illusion magic stuff.  Wait- what the hell? It's no fun if you know!” She jabbed at your shoulder.
>Then, there was a splitting shriek from her television.  Numerous shadows surrounded Daring on the outskirts of the stone, and began to circle.  As Daring's vision bravely analyzed in quick back and forth motions, her hunters were revealed.  They were numerous zebra mares, thin hemp ropes stringing up beads and medallions of suggestive shape.  They were astride a sort of gryphon, a halloweenish mix of crow and tiger.  All of them were bound in leather straps, the mares crouched over them like crotch rockets...

>One last attacker came from below the cliff, lifting high into the air and landing in complete silence.  As she rose, you saw beyond the long two-tone hair and puckered lips of curiosity she had in watching Daring.  The most gaudy of the bunch, her steps were delicate, and confident, as Daring challenged her gaze.  You also recognized the gold accessories she had.
>”What's this we have, in our dark land? A tiny pony, colored sand?”
>When that oh so familiar voice drips the rhymes, your turn your head aside and spew a hose of half chewed popcorn.  It vanishes through Rainbows floor, the perforations in the cloud quickly sealing up.  It makes you laugh even harder when you think of the neighbors living under her.
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see Rainbow giggling with you.  She'd been spying on you while you watched.  “See?  It's better if you don't know the plot...”
>You returned to watch as not-Zecora busted out another rhyme.  “Oh little pony of blackened hair,  give your name and I shall try to care.”
>”I'm Daring Do-Me!” She exclaimed.  Somehow, with pride.  You and Rainbow shared a mutual snicker, and she actually tried to sneak some pop-corn.  Her hooves made the attempt moot, so she plunged her muzzle in the bag and got to eating.
>“What do you seek within our jungle?  What makes you think you will not bungle?”
>Daring rolled her eyes upward and sighed.  “I'm looking for the Sapphire Orbs of the Forsaken Pillar.”
>”If it's truth you speak, then I'm afraid your quest is bleak.”
>”I know where this is going.  Look, I respect your traditions and all, but if you expect me to die then can you just ignore the pleasantries and let me-”
>”If you wish to continue along your quest, for us you must pass a simple test.”

>Daring hid behind her hat, and the scene faded at her frustrated groan.  The camera focused on a single torch being lit by another crackling stick.  When it zoomed out, it revealed just the same stone clearing being re-used in a night setting.  Candles and tiki torches provided rosy orange light, and a close up of Daring's pith helmet atop her neatly organized belongings.
>Then, the Saxaphone riff started.  And the lip smacking.  When it cut again, Daring and not-Zecora's  tongues writhed, but remained magnetized to one another.  The way those pink pony palettes could move was hypnotizing on it's own, let alone watching them slide between obviously plush lips.  The thick saliva trail when they finally separated was met with protest.
>”How is THIS going to prove anything?”  Daring's chin was lifted by a striped foreleg, magenta gems shining and combative.  Nose to nose with the zebra, Daring let out a short, wispy moan.
>”The land ahead, my pretty stranger, holds a most unusual danger.  Through these wet actions and lovely test, it strains talents needed at their best.”
>The other zebra hadn't left.  Their steeds were crouched, tails swatting about like impatient snakes.  Atop them, the notably curvy mares were sprawled.  Every pair of eyes was gleefully and quietly watching the two, whom were wrapped together at the center of the stone.  The torch-lighter finally finished, and handed off something to her apparent mistress.  You are compelled to ask:
“Wait... Is that real gold?”
>”Yeah, because a porn studio would make something with real gold.”  Rainbow slapped your shoulder again. “Shut up and watch the movie.”

>Daring crouched and rolled onto her back, at the behest of the “native,” after which the zebra nudged at her rear hooves.  Daring lifted her legs, hooves together, and keeps them elevated.  A dark zebra hoof moved in upon a close up of the tan booty, and the tail twitched as the hoof traced along the generous curve.  A little poke made Daring flinch, and the reaction is visible even though all you can see is the clenching of tawny rump.  A moment later, her legs were being spread by something from off screen.
>As the thighs open, you are shown the sweetest little snatch you've ever seen.  It's tiny, taut, and shimmering in the torchlight, the mound fading from tan a set of juicy grey lips.  Past the body and over the bits, you can see a pair of magenta eyes watching the camera before a hoof comes gently down.
>it worked over just above the lips, gyrating on the flesh.   Daring wriggles as the zebra chuckles, and the double-ended golden toy has one of its tip drawn achingly slow along each centimeter of exposed flesh.  It was disproportionately large compared to the first shot you'd seen it.  Circles are made, and after several laps the tip is dripping; Daring's ass is soaked from her own natural flow, and the succulent morsel between her legs is threatened by the wide “idol.”
>Despite your doubts, it slides in.  Those dark lips eat slowly, swallowing the thing whole, inch by sluggish inch as the slit distends around it.  When it's finally inside, you hear a throaty gasp, and the camera finally leaves.
>The scene was cut to an angle from above, onto which the smirking zebra is positioning herself against the opposing end.  Though it takes some wriggling, the ebony slit takes in it's own end.  The zebra on her side, one back leg lifted, she uses her forelegs to push downward.  Soon, the two cunts are nearly kissing, were it not for the central flare set halfway between the toy.

>Daring nipped down on her bottom lip, her legs still high and spread.  The zebra gave small shoves to the ground with her forelegs, rocking the two in place.  Daring whined and rolled, giving a more demure mirror to the zebra's position.  The started to push in tandem and against one another, giving several inches of gold to one another after a short build up toward a common pace.
>”Y-you still haven't told me what this test is supposed to prove...”  Daring growled over hissing breaths.
>Between more collected sighs, not-Zecora STILL managed a poetic verse.  “What lies ahead is a most unusual danger, especially for the unknowing stranger.  Monsters and traps that play upon lust, incredible will to resist is a must!”
>”Your kidding right? You have to be.  That's no way to kill a pony!”
>The zebra laughed.  She gave even more elegant rolls of her hips, the sways of a dancer, to absorb the impact from Daring's “attacks.”  “We've seen many, and allowed them to pass...  They're all in the temple, just pieces of ass.”  The zebra grinned.
>”Unequestrian beings and monsters galore, all looking to turn your pretty cunt sore.”  Not-Zecora pressed her weight advantage, pushing Daring along the ground slightly on each aggressive thrust.  The sound of the tightly squeezing pussies squelched, well lubricated around rigid gold.  “Traps that bind and fill with bliss, all of them far more intense than this!”
>”You can't be seriously saying- ahn!”  A powerful shove left the central base of the idol right against her lips.
>”A lapse in hindering that which you crave, and you'll be conditioned into naught but a slave.”
>”Why... Does it always...” Daring clenched her teeth and rocked back, amusing the zebra as a shock went through not-Zecora's body.  “Have to have some kind of psychotic eldritch magic?  Just once I'd like to see a nice open hallway without pressure plates...”

>”Even if you manage, things only get worse, as you're still under threat of that terrible curse.”  Zecora rolled, and Daring took the queue after a few tense, twitching seconds.  They stood together, asses up, cheeks together.  All around them, the beast-riding mares were all looking exceptionally entertained.  “Deep the temple lurks a spirit of incredible girth, prepared and able to make you quiver in mirth.  His impressive touch has never been eluded- all that have tried are in his harem included.  Should you fail and your will succumbs to desire, your mind will be gone and to his favor aspire.”
>The zebra thinned her eyes and the thighs of the two partners met one another.  Daring clenched one eye shut, holding back a sound; the pressure proved too great, and she squealed.  “You will be trapped there and eternally bound, nothing more than the old god's cock-hound.”
>”A stud with a cursed kidney scraper?”  The movements of the two had gotten all the smoother.  The cracks in the stone, soaked with their juices, were reflecting the controlled flames.  Darings hair clung to sweaty cheeks.  “Okay.  Traps, monsters, evil gods... Nothing out of the ordinary for me. I can handle it.”  She was shivering as she convinced herself.  “Just gotta keep my cool.”
>There was a hot slap, and a small splash of liquid from the impacting asses.  On all fours together, not-Zecora had taken the advantage, smacking her rump against Daring's smaller duplicate.  Daring's wings popped out and trembled.
>Daring was only momentarily enthralled.  She crouched like a feline, backside up and tail swishing, and pushed back to keep the zebra at bay- though still hilt deep.  The scene cut again, to a perfect bird's eye view.  Not-Zecora's ass was very obviously in the “plump” territory, especially in comparison to Daring Do-Me's.  Thick hips and a heart shape distorted on impact against the resilient pegasus posterior.  The stripes never moved, squeezing and rippling with the ivory flesh.

>Daring, on the other hand, had a cuter, rounder, muscular backside.  It was just tight enough to have each cheek squeeze like a carefully pinched grape, the sweat (amongst another oozing fluid) making it shine like it were splattered in polish.
>Daring clenched tight, and a quick cut-away showed a determined expression.  With a flap of her wings, she had gripped the end of the idol in her body, and was using her legs and powerful wings to drill it into not-Zecora's ebony lips.  Another cut-away showed the shock on the zebra's face, before both faded back to the sight of the asses slamming together.
>There were numerous wet claps, growing louder and louder.  They came faster as Daring picked up speed and a solid pace, sending visible ripples through zebra ass from the impact of the more petite and athletic rump.  Heavy thuds and sharp slaps came hand in hand with escalating zebra moans.
>It wasn't long before both ponies butts had been singed red from the ordeal.  The zebra recovered somewhat, trying to grind and wriggle, forcing the idol to stir up Daring's fervid insides.  Daring Do-Me, however, didn't accept it for more than a few seconds.
>With flaps that blurred her wings, Daring got enough force behind her pushes back that the air extinguished a pair of torches in front of her.  The zebra lost her balance, and her front half crumpled to the ground in pleased anguish.  Daring leaned back, using her weight to plunge the zebra's length of idol in one long, full descent.  She repaid the snakelike motions of the zebra's hips with a  few of her own, but the look on the zebra's face said everything.  Not-Zecora had lost herself on the thrust, and the gyrations were only amplifying her release.

>The zebra let out a delighted shriek, one that broke on each vivid pulsation of her muscles.  She clenched up ferociously and rapidly at first, seeming to shudder as if electrocuted.  It tapered off only after a good half minute, aftershocks causing her to gurgle as hot breath and drool escaped her black muzzle.
>Daring walked forward, still clenching the idol in her folds with that obscene control.  The ebony zebra lips spilled thick, clear oil, spattering to the stone as the still tingling slit remained caught in plentiful spasms.  Daring inhaled one deep breath and sighed, and squeezed the idol out.  Though her thighs were soaked and she was dripping in sweat, she turned around to admonish.
>”I think I'll be just fine.” she said, from a dry throat.  The camera was curious, sticking to her reddened ass and quivering orifice.  “Now... Will you show me to the temple?  I've got an artifact to recover.”
>Not-Zecora had to lay down and weakly breathe.  She could only burble, still in rapture.  She managed a wave of her hoof toward the idol.  “Key...” She moaned.
>”Oh, for the love of-” Daring scooped up the sticky thing with her mouth.  She began to walk toward her bundle of clothing, and tried to use her shirt as a towel to dry it off.
>”Please, stay the night.” The zebra shot daring a sharpened smile, shimmering, grateful eyes analyzing Daring as she finally sat up. “When morning comes, we'll guide your flight.”

>The scene started to cut again when the image paused.  It was a jarring and brutal stop, and snapped you free from your trance.
“Why'd you stop it?”
>You turned to bump your nose into Rainbow's muzzle.  Her eyes were tightly pinched in a grin.  She was resting her feathery weight on your shoulder, having used you to lean upon like an empty post, or tall desk.  She tossed aside the controller, and it sparkled as the enchantment kept it upon the cloud.  “You didn't hear a thing I said, did you?”
“What?”
>Rainbow pointed toward something in the room with her wing.  When you looked down, you realized you had a very, VERY overt tent sticking up from your pants.  You instantly clenched your thighs together and blocked her view by putting your hand over her eyes.  She playfully wrestled with you through fits of giggles, and easily escaped your grasp.
>”Well, now I got something to make SURE you stay quiet about this!”  She trotted down amidst your confusion, and brushed a ticklish feathertip along the cap of the tent.  She pulled back and flapped near the ceiling, feigning the voice of a distressed maiden. “Oh Anon, how could you?  Stealing my porn stash and playing it for kicks while I was in the bathroom!  He's even more of a pervert than me girls, don't listen to him!”
“You.  Bitch.”
>Flustered and immediately shell-shocked from the notion, you scowled up toward her.
“You know I would NEVER-”
>”Relaaaax.” Rainbow said, swiping a forehoof through the air. “You've kept that secret about the frosting incident canned this whole time- you think I don't trust you?”
>Oh god.  Before the flashbacks of all the sugary goo and gobbling noises started to play, she tapped your head a couple times to keep you grounded.  She leaned down to press nose to nose with you once more.    “Glad to see your enjoying things though.” She smiled wistfully.  “I'm gonna go grab something to drink... You keep that movie paused till I get back.  It only gets more fun from here.”