Rainbow Dash with Hot Fudge and a Dash of Cream
Pinkie Pie needed frosting inside of her.
But there was a problem: Eating frosting all by herself just wasn't nearly as fun as eating some with a friend.
Sure, she could always dunk her head in a gallon of icing and eat it all in one sitting, but without somepony to laugh and enjoy it with her it just didn't have the same appeal. It was hard to have a party alone without a lot of toys involved.
Parties. Icing. Eating. Toys.
She liked all of the above a good majority of the time, whether it was with foals, her friends, or a more private Pinkie Playtime with herself. Once the plots started shaking at her parties they tended not to stop until ponies were full of food and punch. And if the parties were for adults, spiked punch.
Playtime. Plots. Spiked punch.
Why was she suddenly thinking about all of this in a way that made her a naughty, naughty mare? Was it the Twilight-is-now-a-Princess-and-so-she's-going-to-be-super-stressed-and-I-am-too-for-her-but-I'll-hide-it-because-Twilight-needs-me stress Pinkie was under? Why-
Rainbow Dash's twentieth birthday was in a few days.
Rainbow liked frosting, parties, eating, playing, plots, and spiked punch. It wouldn't take much to get her into toys or playtime; Dash was a naughty little pegasus when she got drunk and talked about Shining's after-party or what she had done or heard about.
And Rainbow had the nicest plot in Equestria, and she did like to play a lot of games with Pinkie. They were the best of friends!
Maybe it was time for a new game...
Rainbow's birthday was going to come early this year. And it was going to be the best one she had ever had.
Pinkie squeed the moment she heard the doorbell to Sugarcube Corner ring, flailing about excited in the air for what was about to come.
Flying on an invisible wind she zoomed toward the door, ripping it open loudly to the shocked look of the pony who was once behind it.
There she stood: Rainbow Dash. It wasn't a shock since Pinkie had invited her over, but the joy of seeing Rainbow still made Pinkie's heart thrum in delight. It only beat harder at the adorable expression on Rainbow's face. Seeing her snout squishing into her own neck in shock was wanting to make Pinkie squeeze Rainbow's muzzle and give her snout a good lick. She was so adorable at times.
"There you are, Rainbow," Pinkie said, dragging her tongue playfully over Rainbow's nose. "I'm so excited that you came!"
Rainbow sputtered at the sudden lick to her muzzle, wiping off the saliva that stuck to it with a forehoof.
"If you are licking me at five 'o clock on a Wednesday than you are thinking of doing something epic," Rainbow said. "And the last time I checked I'm not a pony to miss out on epicness."
Pinkie Pie grinned. "Epic baking time, duh! Well... okay... not everything we do involves me baking but this does and it will be glorious!"
Rainbow laughed, nosing Pinkie's side as she walked into the bakery. "Okay, this seriously must be a hayuva thing we're cooking if you are this excited about it. 'Cause there is Pinkie excited and than there's holy-crap-calm-down-Pinkie excited."
Pinkie's body and eyes slowly turned around to look at Rainbow's rump as Rainbow looked around the room casually. It was impossible for Pinkie not to slowly lick her lips at the sight in front of her.
The toned, tight, lean rump of Rainbow's, trained by years of flying and fitness training. The way it gently moved to show off the muscles underneath and the curvature of her flank. And Pinkie even got sneak peaks of the blue prizes between it when Rainbow flicked her tail idly toward the side for a moment.
Pinkie liked the view. Very, very much. Now she saw why so many ponies were jealous of Rainbow.
And that rump was going to be hers. Very, very soon.
She trotted toward Rainbow, poking her neck gently with a forehoof. "Hey, Dash, would you like a hard cider? You know how well those go with most of my desserts."
Rainbow turned halfway around to look at Pinkie, raising an eyebrow. "Umm... it's five in the afternoon. On a Wednesday."
Pinkie rolled her eyes dismissively. "Has that stopped us before?"
"Good point," Rainbow chuckled, hopping over the sales counter toward the kitchen.
It gave Pinkie an opening she was more than happy to use.
She leaped over the counter behind Rainbow, giving her friend's rump a spank. She had done it playfully before, but to feel Rainbow's hind muscles tense up at Pinkie's hoof sent a shiver down her spine.
The eye candy of seeing Rainbow's tail hike up on instinct was just a small bit of torture for Pinkie. She could see, but not yet touch. She could see the long, smooth, beautifully trim blue labia of Rainbow's outer lips in all of its perfect glory. The soft, cute, puffy little rumphole just underneath Rainbow's tail. All of it was tucked between her athletic withers.
It drove Pinkie nuts, and she had to be herself to cover up the act.
"Rainbow!" Pinkie gasped. She did her best to sound like Rarity. "To think you can just walk into my kitchen and serve yourself? The nerve, young filly! You'll be twenty soon and this is how you act?"
Other then blushing for a few seconds Rainbow thought nothing of the slap on her rump. It was just Pinkie being her playful self at Rainbow's bravado for cider.
"You're the one who offered it to me!" Rainbow laughed, flicking her tail playfully over Pinkie's nose. "It's not like I'm gonna raid your fridge or anything. You offered to bake stuff too."
Pinkie giggled at Rainbow, peaking at her as she opened Pinkie's refrigerator for one of Applejack's hard ciders.
She needed just another look at that blue butt. Another drop of fuel for the fire burning in her loins. Another glance to remind herself that it had been a very, very long time since she had had some fun with another pony.
So why not do it with a best friend? A friend who wasn't afraid to talk about her sex life. Who loved to have fun as much as Pinkie did?
And why not make her scream in the process to the point Rainbow would never, ever want anypony else other than Pinkie ever again?
Rainbow turned around with her cider in her left wing, cracking open the bottle with a forehoof. She took a long chug of the sweet liquor, her magenta eyes looking at Pinkie's rump dancing to an unknown beat as she went through the large kitchen freezer.
She thought nothing of her friend's rear shaking in the air in a manner that was more apt for an eighties movie; it was just Pinkie's excitement at concocting something sugar filled. If it exposed Pinkie's plush pink folds underneath her puffy tail it was just Pinkie being silly.
"So what are we making?" Rainbow asked, taking another sip of her cider. "And what's going on that made ya wanna do something special?"
Pinkie placed several tubs on top of the kitchen counter, giggling once more as her blue eyes looked at Rainbow.
"Just wanting to spend one-on-one time with my Dashie before your birthday. So this is... uhh... an early treat!"
Rainbow leaned against the long baking counter. "Really? Usually you make these things a surprise."
"So I surprised you by not surprising you!" Pinkie said, pulling off the top of an ice cream container. "Never thought of that, did you?"
Rainbow stared at her for a long moment, flicking her tail away from the counter.
"Touché, Pinkie."
Pinkie tittered in glee, her sounds of joy growing louder once the buzzing of one of her ovens filled the air. "Brownies done!"
Rainbow tilted her muzzle to the side as Pinkie hopped toward the oven. "Umm... I thought we were baking together?"
"Silly filly," Pinkie said, pulling out the brownie, "you don't like waiting for food, so I started cooking before you got here! Never thought of that did you?"
"Man, I am not on my A-Game today." Rainbow shook her muzzle. "I don't think much, but I don't mind-"
Pinkie hummed idly to herself as she rested the pan on the counter, ignoring Rainbow's growing reaction for just a few seconds. She was content to see Rainbow's eyes go wide, trotting over to the microwave without a care in the world.
"That's a chocolate freakin' tart," Rainbow whispered. "That's not a brownie!"
"Oops!" Pinkie said. "I got confused! Silly me. Would you like me to bake a brownie instead, Rainbow Dash?"
She turned her muzzle toward Rainbow, her ears folding by the sides of her snout. "I guess that flowerless, dark chocolate, creamy, dense, moist, chewy pie will just be for the party on Saturday."
"N-n-no no!" Rainbow said quickly. "Chocolate tart is totally okay. I-"
"Yay! Melted fudge, caramel, and peanut liquor is done!"
Pinkie whistled loudly to herself as she balanced the three warm bottles on her back effortlessly, placing them beside her friend with a kind smile spread across her muzzle.
She dug a spreading knife into a carton of vanilla frosting, rubbing it smoothly over the surface of the dark brown cake, glancing at Rainbow as she slowly licking her lips.
"First, we need three scoops of peanut butter ice cream after we coat this baby in thick, creamy Prench vanilla frosting," Pinkie said. She dug an ice cream spoon into the carton in front of her, plopping the three scoops on top of the cake.
"And then we need to use our handy dandy caramel and liquid fudge bottles and give her a nice spray."
Pinkie's forehooves twirled over the cake, swirling and dancing to create a mystical pattern of black on honey that was art all by itself.
She looked up at Rainbow's erect wings spread to their full plume, the cider bottle long having been placed on the ground for its own safety. Her large and powerful wings and feathers a fan of blue that was matched by the content swishing of Rainbow's colored tail dancing behind herself.
Pinkie was winning. Rainbow had a lot of willpower where it counted, but she was almost as gullible with food as Pinkie was.
She pulled no punches.
Pushing her silly side to the back of her mind Pinkie's eyes turned into sharp, blue slits that sparkled at Rainbow. She fluttered her eyelashes rapidly at her friend, a confident and playful grin spreading over her muzzle as she lifted up the final bottle.
"And then," she purred, "we drizzle this peanut butter liquor all over the top of it. Just... like... this."
She lifted up both of her forehooves to press gently onto the bottle, letting the dark yellow nectar ooze over the hot fudge cake and still cold ice cream. She moved it in a smooth, rotating pattern over the liquid chocolate and caramel to create a helix of dancing streams and toppings.
"Do you like it, Dashie?" Pinkie cooed. "I know you need to watch what you eat during the summer, since you compete and everything, but doesn't it look delicious? And silly me; I forgot to mention I put liquid peanut butter in the center of the tart. Oops! I know that's your favorite."
Rainbow nodded her muzzle slowly, a deep nicker of hunger escaping from her lips.
"I'm gonna need to work out so much after this, but screw that this is so worth it."
Pinkie stroked Rainbow's cheek affectionately, licking her own lips wetly. "Oh, I'll work you out, Rainbow. Are you stressed about Twilight being a Princess too?"
She placed a forehoof on Rainbow's lips before she could respond, handing her a large serving spoon, placing it in Rainbow's forehoof.
"Don't worry, Dashie," Pinkie whispered into Rainbow's ear, "you just need to take all of that stress from saving the world, and competing, and the Wonderbolt's camp away. Dig in!"
One last bit of resistance flashed across Rainbow's pinkish eyes until Pinkie pressed Rainbow's muzzle gently into the cake, forcing her to inhale the overwhelming scent of chocolate, peanut butter, and caramel blending together.
"Oh no, don't trip!" Pinkie gasped, bringing her friend's muzzle up from the cake.
Dash had made a small indentation in a quarter of the tart, the front half of Rainbow's snout covered in a cocktail of liquid sweets that stuck to her muzzle fur, ruining its once blue color.
"You poor filly," Pinkie whimpered, turning Rainbow's muzzle toward her own. "I'm not Rarity though, so let me lick that off of you. Is it any good?"
Rainbow opened her muzzle to respond, only to have Pinkie's lips seal around her own.
They were both forced to inhale the sharp scent of sugar that stuck to their nostrils as Pinkie's tongue placed a swirling mix of the dessert into Rainbow's muzzle.
The pure and clean taste of the chocolate tart melted in with the ice cream that fell apart on their tongues. It was drenched with caramel sticking to their teeth, liquid chocolate and peanut butter dripping down their chin, and peanut liquor melting over their taste buds. The raw warmth of their tongues, mouths, and the freshly cooked dessert made them berserk. It was evident by how Pinkie didn't even need to coax Rainbow anymore; she had given in and flicked her tongue over Pinkie's to taste the sweet saliva that went from one muzzle to the other.
Pinkie broke the kiss as calmly as she could. Her blue eyes looked sweetly into the barely open windows of Rainbow's own, enjoying the bits of color that dotted the end of her muzzle.
"Oops," Pinkie squeed, her teeth caked in bits of frosting and chocolate. "Guess I went a bit-mmmmph!"
Pinkie felt Rainbow's forehoof insert itself into her muzzle with what felt like half of the tart, choking her with a taste bud orgasm of flavor and filling her snout to the brim with food. It was too much for even her, and she felt like she was going to cough it out the moment Rainbow's forehoof pulled back.
Until Rainbow's snout pushed into Pinkie's own.
Pinkie moaned into the kiss as their mouths were filled with an explosive volume and flavor of Pinkie's cake. The dense chocolate was a flat wall for their palettes to consume as ice cream poured down their chins and onto their chests. Warm peanut butter from the center of the cake rolled over their gums as their lips and tongues suckled and dueled each other, wanting to taste as much of the treat as they could.
She squeaked the moment Rainbow lifted her up, forcing her to stand on her hind legs and against the counter. The loud kissing between them never broke as Rainbow's groin pressed into Pinkie's own. The sweet caramel that stuck to the roof of their mouths was matched by the sudden stickiness of their mare nectar connecting their waists together.
Rainbow was wet. Very wet. And she had taken charge.
That wasn't supposed to happen! It-
The kiss finally broke, chocolate bits escaping from their lips to stick to the front of their coats. They both panted loudly, brown drool slithering down their tongues lazily without a care in the world for how it was ruining the once bright colors of their fur.
"H-h-hi, Rainbow," Pinkie gasped, her chest pressing into Rainbow's own. "I-I-I-have some-gahah!"
Much like Pinkie hadn't asked for Rainbow's permission before, Rainbow lifted Pinkie up onto the counter with little effort, forcing her to sit down, hanging her hind legs over the end of the top.
She gave Pinkie no warning; she simply placed Pinkie's hind legs on her shoulders as she pressed her muzzle on top of Pinkie's damp, puffy folds. Rainbow's tongue dragged itself at a painfully slow pace across her pink labia, caking it in a thick wave of her spittle.
"D-d-dash!" Pinkie sighed, her forehooves digging into the table. "W-w-what are you doing?"
Rainbow gave no answer but a smile as her left forehoof grabbed the warm bottle of liquid fudge, giving it a firm shake.
"N-n-no! You wouldn't!" Pinkie whimpered.
Rainbow hovered the nozzle above Pinkie's open lips, and pressed down.
The chocolate cream squirted out of the bottle wetly as Rainbow's hoof moved around Pinkie's crotch, caking her thick lips in a torrent of warm, melting fudge. It moved around in an oval to soak into all of Pinkie's sex, sticking to the fur between her legs and dripping between Pinkie's plump thighs.
Pinkie cried in delight at the wet heat splattering her muscles and bouncing back to drip down Rainbow's cheeks from the ricochet.
It only got worse.
Rainbow tossed the bottle aside to massage her forehooves tenderly around Pinkie's soft mons, squeezing the formerly pink flesh that held Pinkie's sex. The chocolate stuck to Pinkie's fur, melted into her skin, and even dripped inside of her.
It was ecstasy.
Pinkie moaned loudly. It was a natural, sexual moan any stimulated mare would do.
She was mentally gone.
Rainbow had turned the tides, and Pinkie had become thoroughly grounded in the pleasure that Rainbow's tender hooves massaging her thick lips with that dense liquor did to her.
And Rainbow didn't stop.
As her forehooves caked Pinkie's lower stomach and inner thighs with chocolate her tongue dipped between Pinkie's quam caked insides, rubbing her wet snout around her hot marehood. Rainbow's tongue darted out to slurp thickly inside of her sex, lapping up the cum and dripping fudge that was wiggling inside of Pinkie's body.
"Dashie!" Pinkie gasped, her forehooves digging into the counter, "s-s-stop! I... I..."
Rainbow didn't stop.
Her tongue dragged itself over Pinkie's opening and underneath her lips, letting out a loud suckle as she drank Pinkie's fluids like her friend was a water fountain. Her once blue muzzle had turned almost entirely chocolate colored as she suckled onto Pinkie's cunny.
She had never asked if Pinkie had wanted this. Just like Pinkie had never asked if Rainbow had wanted it. And yet Rainbow pulled her muzzle away from Pinkie's insides to kiss at her fudge covered labia, lapping up the warm milky dew.
Rainbow clearly wanted more.
"Please, Rainbow, stop!"
Rainbow didn't stop.
She leaned down with her nose tip, rubbing it down Pinkie's body until she came to her mare clit. She gave Pinkie a playful wink, and suckled.
Pinkie didn't want her to stop.
Pinkie whinnied loudly, bucking into Rainbow's chocolate covered tongue that kissed her marehood. The wide tongue spun around Pinkie's hardened flesh without any pretenses or shyness. It knew exactly what it wanted out of Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie couldn't resist if she tried.
"I'm... I'm... Rainbow! I'm gonna..."
Rainbow's magenta eyes looked up at Pinkie with the most devious sparkle Pinkie had ever seen.
Rainbow slurped loudly onto Pinkie's clit, letting her hot air blow over the plump marehood in front of her.
Pinkie broke.
She screamed out in orgasm, her chubby thighs clenching around Rainbow's shoulders as her mare cum splattered the front of Rainbow's muzzle. Little jets of Pinkie's sticky quam caked the front of Rainbow's colored mane, forcing her to close her eyes as Pinkie used her friend's face as a sex toy.
Pinkie was panting loudly. She mumbled incoherently as her orgasm oozed over Rainbow's snout, causing dense plops of liquid chocolate to drop onto Pinkie's thighs. Her friend's snout was utterly ruined with fudge and cum.
And yet the moment Pinkie felt her orgasm leave her body, Rainbow sucked onto her clit once more.
Whatever calmness her orgasm had brought Pinkie had vanished as stimulation bombarded her body once again. Her puffy tail slapped the counter again and again as Rainbow pulled on her hood without asking. She just did.
"Rainbow, what are you doing!?" Pinkie cried, her body arching into the forehooves massaging her outer folds. "T-t-the-stop! Dashie, stop!"
Rainbow didn't stop.
Her lips sealed around Pinkie's hard nub like a vice, her forehooves pressing their blunt tips into Pinkie's cum covered sex. Pinkie's nether lips sparkled with liquid chocolate and mare fluids mixing and blending together.
Rainbow's forehooves opened up Pinkie's plump folds and exposed them, only to squish into with the tips of her hooves.
"Rainbow!" Pinkie sobbed, "stop! Please! B-b-bucking stop!"
Rainbow's flat tongue drooled profusely over her friend's marebell, her magenta eyes looking up at Pinkie's teasingly. Cocky, determined, even smug.
Pinkie had lost.
Her plans to play with Rainbow, seduce her, show her a side she had not shown anypony were for naught.
She was Rainbow's. Rainbow saw through her ruse.
"Don't bucking stop!" Pinkie weeped. She didn't care that she was crying. She was in such a paradise of pleasure her body and mind were shutting down.
She gave in.
She grabbed Rainbow's cum drenched mane with her right forehoof and the bottle of peanut butter paste with her left, shaking it loudly as she squirted it into her friend's mane.
"Don't you dare stop!" Pinkie neighed, her instinctive drive to orgasm again swallowing everything that she was as a pony. She dug into the once field of colors that was Rainbow's mane, destroying it with a barrage of thick peanut paste.
"You... you..."
Rainbow pressed her forehooves into Pinkie's slit, feeling the tips squish into the thick folds that Pinkie exposed to her. Rainbow latched onto Pinkie's marebell as tightly as she could, and gave it a strong, teeth felt pinch.
Pinkie exploded.
She screamed louder than she had in her entire life, splattering out messy spurts of her cum onto Rainbow's peanut frosting caked mane. She shouted incoherent words between the howls of her second orgasm, tears streaking down her muzzle at the chemical utopia that she had entered. It was higher than any high she had ever felt. No song could capture it. No joke. No one liner.
She was in heaven.
Rainbow broke from her to leave her legs kicking against the counter, content to look at Pinkie.
Her pink tail was utterly ruined. It had become a black sponge of chocolate sauce. Her crotch was twinkling in her dew and bubbling liquor mixing and dancing together. Her lips were wide open and caked in chocolate.
As for her body? She was panting like she had given birth. Her pudgy stomach moved up and down in labor with each wheezing gasp she exhaled from her muzzle. Her lips couldn't find words. Her tongue needed a drink despite being caked in batter and toppings. Her eyes rolled around in her head as she stared off into space.
And yet despite her muscles failing her, despite her loins being satisfied, she hadn't got her frosting.
She needed more than just frosting.
She needed mare frosting.
"Dashie... your... crotch. Face... me... face me."
Rainbow finally spoke. "Are you-"
"Don't you buck this up for me!" Pinkie neighed. "I need your cupcake frosting!"
Rainbow pressed her snout into her own neck in shock, swallowing down a ball of saliva.
"O-o-kay," Rainbow whimpered.
That little whimper from Rainbow only made Pinkie's hunger for Rainbow's nectar that much stronger.
"Now!" Pinkie said.
Rainbow nodded, her wings flapping to bring herself up in front of Pinkie Pie.
It was the greatest sight in the history of ever to Pinkie Pie.
Rainbow's lithe thighs pressed into her small waist, curving toward her dark blue mare slit. Her tight labia was open and absolutely covered in Rainbow's nectar, and those trim lips were a perfection that Pinkie even envied a little.
And it was hers now. At last. Hers.
Pinkie pulled over the container of vanilla frosting, smothering her hooves in the creamy gunk until it formed a mass of sticky paste. She looked up at Rainbow with a hormone fueled and wicked grin, watching Rainbow's wings flap harder in nervousness.
"Cupcake time!" Pinkie tittered madly.
She slathered Rainbow's trim mons in the white frosting, plastering her once blue crotch fur with a wall of creamy pearl goop. By the way Rainbow whickered and pressed a forehoof into the cabinet above her, Pinkie was hitting a weak point.
"Does my Dashie like that?" Pinkie purred, pressing her forehooves tenderly into Rainbow's outer nether-lips.
"Buck yes!" Rainbow cried, sending a jet of her cum into Pinkie's mouth. "Ahh... V-v-very sensitive to hooves down there."
For a moment, Pinkie coughed at the sudden ejection of cum that landed on her tongue. She didn't expect that.
Or that...
Rainbow really did taste like Skittles!
Pinkie gasped at Rainbow as if she was a baby, her blue eyes sweetly looking up at Rainbow.
"Sensitive? You mean you will totally cum if I just..."
Her forehooves rubbed in a semi-circular pattern around Rainbow's frosting covered blue folds. They pressed into the flesh to tenderly pull and push Rainbow's muscles apart, layering them with icing.
Pinkie's tongue and muzzle moved forward to press against Rainbow's vagina, dragging straight up the flesh from hood to lip. Her muzzle rubbed itself rapidly over her friend's outer folds, caking her own muzzle and tongue in mare cum caked frosting. It was a perfect blend of juices and sugar.
"Do this?"
Rainbow cried in euphoria, her wings beating loudly in the air as she clung to the cabinet in front of her. Her eyes were sealed shut as her toned stomach moved up and down to inject oxygen into her lungs. Her quam poured down Pinkie's tongue as she was masturbated, her tongue hanging out of her muzzle in delight.
Pinkie showed no mercy.
With her left forehoof gently pressing inside of Rainbow to rapidly flicker inside of her, her right moved down to get sweet revenge, rubbing and grinding into Rainbow's clit rapidly.
Her eyes fluttered seductively up at Rainbow, glowing at her body giving into Pinkie's every touch. Every caress. Every bit of torture that Pinkie returned to her in revenge.
"Then cu-"
When Pinkie felt Rainbow's muscles contract in orgasm, she pulled her left forehoof back to drink and taste the Skittle sugar that was bound to come out of her friend's vagina.
Coming out of Rainbow was an insult, and a party cannon was a vast understatement.
The best description Pinkie could think of was a battleship gun firing of vagina vodka.
It aptly fit.
Pinkie had once been able to see, much like Rainbow once did before Pinkie drizzled her snout in her nectar. Rainbow's loins used Pinkie's face as a practice range.
Rainbow's cum shot out of her muscular and contracting thighs, stinging Pinkie's face with the sheer velocity of fluids spalling her muzzle fur and landing on the counter.
Pinkie opened her mouth as wide as she could to accept the shotgun of pegasus juice that cascaded into her muzzle and face, giving her tongue a creamy and sticky honey of Skittle quam to smack between her teeth.
Rainbow let out a deep, feminine cry of orgasm with each contraction of her lips. Pinkie's face, neck, mane, and mouth were half cleansed of the liquid delights they had played with, replaced again and again by facial after facial of Rainbow's cum.
And yet Rainbow could give no more. After what had to had been half a gallon of Rainbow's honey slamming into Pinkie's muzzle, mouth, and upper body, her contractions stopped.
Rainbow coughed, both of her forehooves pressing into the cabinet above Pinkie as her wings kept her airborne by instinct. Her core pushed air through her body as she could smell nothing but chocolate, frosting, and now her own fluids bathing Pinkie's face.
Pinkie's tongue extended from her muzzle to loudly slurp across her own face, licking her closed eyes clean of the gunk Rainbow had deposited on her snout.
"Mmm," Pinkie whickered contently, her eyes fluttering open to look up at the small slits of Rainbow's own. "Frosting. Creamy, creamy mare frosting. That's a rainbow I'm tasting more. I am happy now!"
"I think... you forgot something, Pinks," Rainbow chuckled, tapping her forehooves onto the cabinet.
Pinkie tilted her muzzle to the side, ignoring the thick drippings of Rainbow's honey oozing down her mostly flat mane. "That... I'm a pent up nymphomaniac? Nah. I already knew that!"
"That I live off of adrenaline," Rainbow smiled. "Once I got going, I knew what was going on."
Pinkie opened her muzzle, closed it, then opened it again.
"Drat." Pinkie pouted. "That explains a lot! Oh well. We both can top and bottom, and that's super amazing! I like!"
Rainbow Dash landed gently on top of Pinkie, tilting her muzzle to the side to give her lips a soft, affectionate kiss.
Pinkie returned the kiss in kind, wrapping her arms around Rainbow's back to give her a squeeze.
The squeeze made Rainbow burp inside of Pinkie's muzzle, sending her backwards onto the ground with a soft squeak of her body hitting the floor.
They both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Their eyes were wide with shock, watching every twitch of each other's muzzle.
Pinkie and Rainbow were covered in melted fudge, ice cream, peanut sauce, mare cum, and smelted of all four.
They both laughed at the same time.
"After your birthday party?" Pinkie squeed.
Rainbow Dash squeed back. "Yes. Best birthday present ever."