It was a beautiful Saturday in Ponyville. The sky was clear and the sun shone down on the peaceful village. Colts and fillies played in the park while adults strolled through their favorite shops. Pinkie Pie bounced around town. She had gotten off work early today and she didn’t have any parties to plan. She had spent the last half hour hopping down the road, then hopping through the market place. Then she hopped down to the lake and spent a while resting in the cool grass. Since all that resting made her hungry she hopped to her favorite restaurant and ordered a hay sandwich. Her mind turned to pranking. Of course, pranks were twice as fun when you had a partner in crime. She gobbled up her hay sandwich and went off to find her favorite partner-in-crime and the most awesome marefriend in existence, Rainbow Dash.
“Rainbow Dash! Raaaaiiiinnnbooow DAAAAAASH! Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash! Dashie! Where are you?!” She shouted as she galloped all over town, her eyes in the sky as she searched for the elusive pegasus. Yet, she was nowhere to be seen.
“Where could she be?” Pinkie wondered. Deciding she was visiting another of their friends she headed over to Sweet Apple Acres. The pegasus often enjoyed napping in the branches of the apple trees, but Applejack hadn’t seen her all day. Pinkie then decided to check on Twilight. The librarian unicorn hadn’t seen the speedster either. So, Pinkie headed over to Fluttershy’s.
“Oh, hello Pinkie Pie.” Fluttershy greeted as she opened the door.
“Hi, have you seen Dashie?” Pinkie asked.
“She just left. She said she was going to look for you. Something about a prank.”
“Yay! I had an idea for a prank too!”
“That’s nice.” Fluttershy said. Pinkie gave her an impromptu hug which the shy pegasus returned before she bounced away.
If Dashie is looking for me the first place she’d check is Sugarcube Corner. Unless she’s already been to Sugarcube Corner and I’m not there since I’m looking for her and she’s looking for me and we’re going to spend the whole day looking for each other which doesn’t sound fun at all.
She stopped on the middle of the bridge when suddenly she felt two hooves wrap around her middle and pull her into the air. She giggled as she felt the wind blow around her mane. While she was being carried miles above the earth she didn’t feel afraid. She could smell the scent of open sky and sun, the fresh smell of the earth after the rains have passed, the scent of her beloved Rainbow Dash. And she knew her Dashie would never drop her. She relaxed in her grasp. Dash nuzzled the top of her head.
“Looks like I’ve caught a pretty pony. What will I do with her?”
“Go pranking with her? I thought of this awesome prank to use on Zecora!”
“Zecora?” Dash asked as she landed and let Pinkie down. “We’ve never pranked her before.”
Pinkie proudly pulled out a jar of grape jelly from her saddlebag. “This is my grape jelly jar. The pancake house has great pancakes, but I don’t like their jelly so I bring my own.” She grinned. “Let’s go ask Zecora what color it is.”
“You’re a genius, Pinkie.” Dash said, grinning. “An evil, evil genius.”
They galloped off to find Zecora. They found the Zebra shaman meditating outside her hut.
“Greetings my pony friends, Dash and Pinkie
I greet you cheerfully!” Zecora said in her traditional rhyming style.
“Hi, Zecora!” Pinkie said. She pulled out her jar. “Me and Dash have been having a fight! I say this jelly is purple she says it’s blue! What do you say?”
Zecora took the jar from Pinkie and examined it carefully.
“This jelly is of purple hue
with so much sugar I doubt it’s good for you.”
She handed the jar back to the flabbergasted Pinkie.
“She is good.” Dash whispered to Pinkie who nodded.
“Well, um, thanks for settling that, Zecora.” Pinkie said.
“I am always glad to help a friend.”
“Hey, that didn’t rhyme.” Dash said.
“I do not rhyme all the time.” She responded. “I am about to have tea, would you like to join me?”
They shrugged, decided they had nothing better to do and followed her into her hut. After drinking some tea they said goodbye to the zebra and left the Everfree Forest.
“I think the jelly’s good for me. I mean it doesn’t have that much sugar.” Pinkie muttered to herself as she trotted beside Dash who was walking beside her instead of flying. She had a wing draped possessively around her.
“Y’know, you do eat a lot of sugar.”
“But sugar makes me happy! So it must be good for me right?”
“Um…it doesn’t actually work like that.”
Pinkie pouted. “I’m not cutting back.”
“Maybe you could cut back a little? Like five cupcakes a day instead of how many cupcakes you normally eat?”
“But I NEED those ten cupcakes before lunch!”
“Right.” Dash picked up a brochure for “Spouses of Sugarholics Anonymous” as they passed the library. Sure they weren’t married, but maybe it’d give her some ideas. She eyed her marefriend’s shapely rump. On the other hoof, maybe she was perfect the way she was.
“So, what do ya wanna do now Dashie? I say we play more pranks.”
“Sounds good to me. We just need to pick up some cupcakes.”
“To Sugarcube Corner!” Pinkie declared while galloping towards the bakery, leaving Dash in the dust. Dash took off after her, spreading her wings and soaring into the sky. A few minutes later Pinkie had collected the cupcakes and Dash had found a cloud. Dash nestled into the cloud, holding the cupcakes.
“It’s raining cupcakes, everypony!” Pinkie announced giggling as she ran through town. Dash followed close behind, dropping cupcakes on pony’s heads. They ran and flew all through town raining down a literal storm of cupcakes upon the unsuspecting townsponies. The prank was much appreciated as the townsponies caught most of the cupcakes for snacking. The fillies and colts of the town were literally dancing in the streets. After they ran out of cupcakes they went to Pinkie’s room.
“That was awesome!” Dash declared dropping on the bed. Pinkie straddled the pegasus and landed a kiss on her forehead.
“Pranking is always more fun when you got a partner.” Pinkie said. “Got any more prank ideas?”
Dash was about to answer when she noticed a cider bottle on Pinkie’s desk.
“Um, Pinkie? You been hoarding cider?”
“Just a few bottles.” Pinkie answered. “Applejack gave it to me. It’s kind of strong. It’s Earth Pony only.”
Dash rolled her eyes and picked it up. “That a challenge?”
“Dashie, that’s really not a good idea-”
Dash unscrewed the cap.
“Dashie, c’mon-”
She swigged it. Her eyes bulged and she started coughing. Pinkie jumped off her chest as Dash continued her coughing fit.
“Shit, this burns!” Dash choked out.
“I told you, you silly filly!” Pinkie exclaimed.
Dash stood up and stumbled. Then she took another swig.
“Dashie!”
“Damn, this shit is good. I can’t believe Earth Ponies are keeping this to themselves!”
“Dashie, seriously, let me see that!” She took it from her marefriend’s grip.
“I bet I could drink more of it than you!” Dash exclaimed.
Pinkie grinned. “I’ll be right back.”
She left the room and came back with seven bottles and two glasses she somehow balanced on her back. She poured herself a glass then Dash.
Dash drained hers, slowly and cautiously. Pinkie drained her glass in a single gulp. Dash’s eyes widened as Pinkie poured herself another glass and gulped that one down too. Dash swayed unsteadily on her hooves as she poured herself a second glass and sipped the liquid fire.
…
The combatants stared at each other, both slightly swaying. Pinkie poured herself her tenth glass of cider, Dash poured herself her fifth. She sat down to drink it.
…
The room was now covered in cider bottles. Both Pinkie and Dash were sitting down as they sipped from their glasses.
“Readys to givesh up, Drinky Dry?”
“Not on yer life Dashbow Drain.” The pink pony responded, gulping down her twentieth glass. Dash tried to gulp her tenth glass, but only succeeded in nearly choking on it.
…
It was morning. Dash knew that by the way the early, gentle light felt against her fur. Something soft and furry was curled into her side. She stroked it. Her head felt like a Minotaur had tapdanced on it and was throbbing with pain. She reluctantly opened her eyes. She was in a bush and wearing a harness. She knew she was wearing a harness since the leash to the harness was connected to Pinkie’s hoof. Pinkie was cuddled into her side and she had a wing wrapped around her. She curled around to look at her rear which was covered in spank marks and had “property of Pinkie Pie” tattooed on it. The pleasant sting in her hindquarters told her she had gotten the mother of all spankings at some point in the past twelve hours. She could vaguely recall being over Pinkie’s lap while Pinkie called her a naughty filly and smacked her butt. How they had wound up in a bush in their current compromising position was beyond her.
Also, a crowd of children and Cheerlie were staring at them.
Pinkie chose that moment to wake up and stretch.
“THAT WAS THE BEST SEX I EVER HAD!” She announced then looked at her surroundings. “Oopsie.”
Cheerlie face hoofed. “Get off the playground or I’m calling the cops.”
“Yes, ma’am.” They both said as they stood up and very slowly wandered off.
“So, you want pancakes?” Pinkie asked as they left the schoolyard.
“Pancakes and several gallons of coffee.” Dash responded as they made their way to the pancake house.
(A/N-Hey, like/dislike folks. Would you mind telling me specifically what you like or dislike about my stories? I use flames to keep my pet dragon warm and constructive criticism helps me to be a better writer.)