Pink Velvet Pie (Ed)

Pink Velvet Pie

   The bell chimed as Rainbow Dash walked through the entrance of Sugarcube Corner.
   “Oh, hiya, Dash!” Pinkie said cheerfully from behind the counter.  “I don’t see you in here very much.”
   “Yeah, well, I don’t eat a lot of sweets,” Dash boasted.  “I’ve got to stay lean and mean, you know?”
   “Well, OK,” Pinkie said.  “What can I getcha?”
   “Have you got anything with a lot of carbs?  I’ve got a race this afternoon, and I was thinking of tanking up with a lot of carbs.  You know, for energy.”
   “Oh, sure.  I think I can help you there.  We’ve got muffins.  There’s the banana nut muffins.  And apple bran muffins.”
   “Oh, those sound tasty.”
   “Yeah, the apple bran muffins have a lot of cinnamon.  And we’ve got fresh baked croissants.  They’re stuffed with raspberry and cream cheese.  Is that over doing it?”
   “Well, probably,” Dash said.  “But they sound really really really good.”
   “Mmm, they are.  And they’ll give you lots of energy for Fluttershy later.  I mean your race.”
   “Well that’s what I’m here for... wait, what did you just say?” Dash asked.
   “They’ll give you lots of energy for your race.  That’s what you’re here for,” Pinkie smiled.
   “You said something about Fluttershy.”
   “No I didn’t.”
   “Pinkie, what have you heard about me and Fluttershy?”
   “I haven’t heard a thing about those things you did with Fluttershy.”
   “Pinkie Pie!” Dash raised her voice, “how do you know I had sex with Fluttershy?!”
   “Hee hee,” Pinkie giggled, “you just told me, silly.”
   Dash’s jaw dropped.
   “Don’t worry, Dash.  Your secret is safe with me.  I won’t tell a soul.  I think it’s cute.  You two are pretty much opposites.  Oh, and don’t worry, I won’t tell her you’re bi.”
   “Sometimes I don’t know how you seem to know all these things that you... wait, what?!”
   “C’mon,” said Pinkie, “flying off with two male Wonderbolts?  You can’t hide things from Pinkie.”
   “But there’s no way you could have known I had sex with the Wonderbolts!”
   “Not without you just telling me again,”  Pinkie grinned from ear to ear, blinking several times.
   Dash fumed.  She almost burst into flames.  She shut her eyes tight and tried to count to ten.
   “Were they hung like Clydesdales?” Pinkie asked.
   “Pinkie...”
   “Did they put it in your pooper?”
   “PINKIE PIE!”
   “Oh calm down, Slutty McFuckerson.  I’m not holding it against you.  C’mon, I love the cock. I’m only teasing.  Yup, it’s only cock for me, for Pinkie.  Not that I have a problem with alternative lifestyles.”
   “Oh, puhleeze,” Dash said.  “Am I supposed to believe you’ve never munched a carpet or two?”
   “Eww, no.”
   “Really?  Pinkie Pie, the biggest party animal in all Equestria has never made love to another mare?  Even while drunk and experimenting?”
   “Nuh uh.”
   “Pff,” Dash snorted.  “Doesn’t sound like much of a party animal to me.”
   “Whatchu just say to me, bitch?”
   “I said,” Dash said moving into Pinkie’s angry face, “you can’t call yourself a party animal until you’ve dived into a big wet bowl of candy vag.”
   “Is that a challenge?” Pinkie grinned.
   “That’s a straight up dare,” Dash boasted.
   “Upstairs? In my room?  Right now?”
   “You’ll have to close the shop.”
   “Already did, slow poke.  Turn around.”
   Dash turned around.  The front door was locked and the “open” sign had been turned around to display “closed” from the outside.
   “How did you...,” by the time Dash had turned back to look, all she could see was the end of a fluffy pink tail ascending up the stairs.
   “Don’t ask how Pinkie gets her powers!” Pinkie called down.
   Dash sped after her, finding her way to Pinkie’s bedroom.  She was jumping up and down on her bed, nearly hitting her head on the ceiling.  “I’m gonna dooo it, I’m gonna dooo it, I’m gonna do it with another gir-rl!”
   Dash sat down at the edge of the bed.  “Pinkie, I thought you were just saying you loved cocks.  Now you’re telling me you want to eat pussies?”
   Pinkie crashed into her, knocking her backwards.  Dash was flat on her back.  Pinkie peeked her head over Dash’s face, appearing to be upside down from Dash’s perspective.  “Well, I want to eat yours, silly, it’s attached to you.”  Pinkie kissed her on the lips, hard.  There was no tongue, just a sweet, romantic, passionate kiss.  When she stopped, Dash opened her eyes to see a big gorgeous smile on Pinkie’s face.
   Pinkie rolled back, finding the open center of the bed, and laid down on her side.  Dash climbed up to her.  “So how do we do this?” Pinkie asked.  “I haven’t read an instruction manual or anything.”
   “It’s pretty natural, goofball,” Dash said, and kissed her again, this time with tongue.  Pinkie was an expert kisser, Dash soon realized.  Her tongue was masterful.  Pinkie’s tongue slid across Dash’s, fought with it, teased it, tickled it.  Pinkie was already breathing heavily.  She was clearly having fun.  Dash, for her part, could feel her wings stiffening on her back.  Dash stroked Pinkie’s back.  Her coat was so soft.  Dash had always pictured Pinkie as the kind of filly who spent a lot of time in the bath, using expensive soaps and shampoos.  If this silky texture was the result, it was worth it.
   Pinkie’s knee slid up between Dash’s legs, simply as a matter of comfort.  Dash responded to it.  She slid her her hoof all the way down the small of Pinkie’s back, around the curve of her ample rump, and back up her leg.  She pulled up, forcing Pinkie’s knee to her own crotch.  Dash slowly started rocking back and forth with her hips, humping Pinkie’s leg.  Pinkie herself didn’t notice, she was too absorbed in making out.  Dash ran her hoof back down Pinkie’s leg, up around her rump, and grabbed her puffy tail by the base where it met her spine.  Dash gave it a short, gentle tug. Pinkie groaned in pleasure.
   Dash pulled her tongue from Pinkie’s mouth.  “Are you ready?” she whispered.
   Pinkie opened her eyes, “I think so,” she replied, unusually nervous.
   Dash released Pinkie’s knee from between her legs; it was sopping wet. Then she rolled Pinkie onto her back, kissing her lips from above.  Dash stroked her hoof down Pinkie’s chest, then her belly, past her navel.  She stopped to fondle her breasts, first the left, then the right.  Pinkie ate sweets all day.  She had the same frame as Dash, but was a bit cushier in places than Dash’s muscular body.  Pinkie’s tits were a perfect example.  Dash was surprised at just how much larger they were than her own.  She squeezed them.  Rolled them around with her hoof.  Prodded at her large, round areolas, forcing her nipples erect.
   Dash lowered her head, kissing and nibbling at her neck.  Pinkie cooed.  Dash again lowered her hoof, feeling between Pinkie’s soft thighs.  She stroked down one thigh, and then the other.  Her strokes becoming shorter and shorter, closer to Pinkie’s love.  Dash bit Pinkie’s neck just a little bit, making her flinch.  Dash began to caress her cleft of Venus, rubbing it all the way from the bottom to the top and back down again.  These strokes too became shorter, focusing towards the top.  Pinkie was dry.  Dash had to dig a bit for her clit, hidden under the thick folds of her lips.
   “I don’t think this is working,” whispered a worried Pinkie.
   “Mmm, relax,” replied Dash.  “I’ve got this.”  Dash kissed further down Pinkie’s neck, biting her shoulders.  She got on top of Pinkie, their breasts tickling each other for a moment, before Dash moved down her body, sliding down between her legs.  She stopped briefly, her mouth above Pinkie’s velvety tits.  She took each into her mouth, sucking on them, biting at them.  She tested them, to see how each nipple responded, growing or tightening.
   Dash moved down all the way; Pinkie’s legs were up around Dash’s neck and shoulders.  Dash extended her tongue and licked all of Pinkie’s pussy once, again from the bottom to the top.  She used the tip of her tongue to dig between her lips and found her soft clit.  She flicked it with her tongue once, twice, three times.  Then she lowered a bit and stuck her tongue up Pinkie’s hole.  Dash could feel a rush of wetness coming from her pussy, almost instantly she was as wet as Dash’s own mouth.  She could sense Pinkie’s whole body flushing, it radiated out from her crotch.  Dash could almost sense Pinkie’s love relaxing, opening like a blossoming rose.
   “Oh wow, that did it!” Pinkie gasped.
   Dash didn’t stop to agree.  She returned to the clit, licking it, sucking on it, circling it with the tip of her tongue. Pinkie’s back began to arch up and down.  She closed her soft thighs around Dash’s head, hugging it.  Dash had her ears smothered by them, she couldn’t hear a thing except for the blood rushing through Pinkie’s thighs.  She could hear Pinkie’s pulse getting faster and faster; Dash matched the increased speed with the flicking of her tongue.  Pinkie’s back was arching further, stronger and faster.  She must be close to climax, Dash thought.  Dash buried her muzzle into Pinkie’s love, giving it everything she had.  Long minutes passed.  Pinkie’s thighs became slick with sweat.  Dash grew impatient.
   “Are you close?” Dash gasped, as she paused to take a breath.
   “No,” Pinkie sighed, “Not yet.  Come here, I want to taste you.”
   Dash got up to lay back on the bed.
   “No,” Pinkie stopped her, “don’t stop what you’re doing.”
   Dash pivoted around, still eating out Pinkie.  She lifted her hind leg and straddled Pinkie’s head.  Pinkie pulled back a bit on Dash’s hips, to start suckling on her tits first.  Dash returned to Pinkie’s floppy tits as well.
    “Mmm,” Pinkie said, popping a nipple out of her mouth, “they’re so small.  Like a boy’s.”
   “Thanks,” Dash said sarcastically, as she nibbled on one of Pinkie’s breasts. “I guess we can’t all be as well endowed as you.”
   Pinkie soon grew bored with Dash’s taut nipples, and began kissing her way “upwards” to Dash’s crotch.  “You ready?” she asked cheerfully.
   “Aren’t I always?” Dash asked, sliding a few inches forward, back into Pinkie’s pie.  She lowered her own pussy onto Pinkie’s eager face.  Pinkie dove right in.  She ate messily.  She grabbed Dash’s butt cheeks, spreading them apart and squeezing them again.  Pinkie slurped, sucked on her clit, wiggled, and jiggled her tongue inside of Dash.  Dash could barely focus on the task in front of her.  Pinkie was an amateur at this, sure, but the things she could do with her tongue were amazing.  Pinkie was a real keeper, Dash thought.
   Pinkie’s back began to arch again, this time more vigorously.  Her hind legs also started to flail and kick in the air.  She must be close now, Dash thought.  Pinkie started licking wide, up and down Dash’s outer lips, up the length of skin to her butthole, and then started circling it, licking outside.
   “What are you doing,” Dash gasped.
   “It’s a rimjob, silly.  All the boys love it.” Pinkie drove her long tongue in.  It slid in easily.
   Dash’s eyes rolled completely into the back of her head.  She lost control of her body and her face flopped down cheek first onto Pinkie’s wet crotch.  She slowly came to her senses.  She had never had any idea it could be so good.  She went back to eating out Pinkie, determined to make her climax, but unable to focus.
   “Are you close yet?” she asked Pinkie, out of frustration.
   “No, Dash.  Not yet.  I need you.  I want you inside of me,” Pinkie sighed.  “Hoof me, Dash. Please.  I want you to hoof me.”
   Dash pulled off Pinkie, getting down between her legs again for a better position.  She licked her clit while placing her front off right up Pinkie’s pussy, edge wise.  She slowly pushed it in, not an easy fit.
   “Are you sure?” Dash checked.  She wasn’t confident.  She had done this with Gilda many times, but rarely on other ponies.
   “Do it!” Pinkie ordered.
   Dash twisted her hoof a bit, and then the whole thing slid in with a bit of force.  Pinkie moaned.  Dash started moving it back and forth.
   “Deeper!  Deeper!” Pinkie called.
   Dash slowly slid it in, as far as it would go.  Almost all the way up to her knee.  Dash could see Pinkie’s round belly rising up from inside.  Her whole body started to twitch.  Pinkie’s back resumed arching.  All her legs started kicking and shaking.  She tossed her head left and right, ears flopping up and down.
   “Almost there, almost there, almost there, almostherealmosttherealmosterthere,” she was screaming.
   Pinkie’s tail began twitching violently, just underneath Dash’s leg.  Dash grabbed her tail in her teeth and pulled as hard as she could.
   “OH YES!” Pinkie shouted, then screamed unintelligibly.  Every muscle in her body twitched at once, sending her flying up into the air.  She took Dash with her, almost pulling her leg out of joint.  They both fell back on the bed, Dash’s hoof sliding out.  Pinkie bounced back up one more time, rolled, and landed on her belly.
   Dash, overwhelmed, crawled up on top of her.  Pinkie’s body was still twitching in post orgasmic bliss.  Dash cuddled with her, kissing her neck, rubbing down her muscles.  Eventually, she twitching stopped.  Pinkie caught her breath.
   “Wow,” Pinkie said.
   “Yeah,” Dash said.
   “That was amazing.”
   “Yeah.”
   “You didn’t come, did you?” Pinkie asked, concerned.
   “No, but that’s alright.  I’m glad you did.  Besides, I’m willing to go again if you are.  I have all afternoon.”
   “Wait, what time is your race?  Won’t you miss it?”
   “Huh?”
   “You said you had a race this afternoon.”
   “Oh, that.  I made that up.”
   “What?”
   “Yeah, that was just an excuse to come over.  I had every intention of getting you in the sack from the beginning.”
   “But how could you have known this would happen?”
   “Don’t ask how Dash gets her powers,” Dash said.