> EveryDash
>  by Monoth
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> Chapter 1
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In the dead of night, the windows atop Sugarcube Corner filled with light, throbbing and flashing.

The beat bounced, and Rainbow Dash did the same. She could hear only the beat, the pounding in her ears and the pounding of her feet, nothing else. From below the sound of slapping rapped out, bare feet on wear-shined metal, and she had not a moment to rest before she was already moving. The music thundered and boomed, filling her world as surely as the screen’s light ate up her bright-eyed stare. 

“Perfect!”

She grinned, and the faint reflection grinned back at her before the falling arrows stole her attention.

“Perfect!”

The numbers soared as only she could make them soar. Each step made them jump, each bounce made them flicker from one to the next in a never ending climb towards that one goal.

Rainbow Dash was going to make it hers. Her high score.

Did she need to be playing an air-guitar as she did it?

No. No, she did not.

“Wooo! Go Dashie go!” Pink danced at the edge of her vision, taunting her with distractions and four bouncing balls of pink joy. The fuzzy pair rustled and shook, occasionally leaving to fly over her. How Pinkie was there to catch them, her personal funbags still doing their thing, was known to no one.

‘When did she get pompoms?’ Dash wondered for all of two seconds before it vanished in a sudden rush of music. She had far more important things to focus on than Pinkie’s pompoms. Either pair.

She became a blur of movement, colours of her wild locks mixing more than ever. For a moment, she felt as though adrenaline was pumping through every vein, as if her body moved before she could even feel it in the rush to achieve—

“New high score!”

Her feet slammed down, one final time, the last slap lost in the cheers that erupted around her. Her hands crashed onto the rails, and through the sweat pouring down her face, there was a wide, triumphant smile.

“Aw yeah!” Rainbow Dash spun, sweat flinging in every direction from her hair, and grinned at the five women watching. “New high score! Rainbow Dash wins yet again!”

Arms wrapped around her, nearly pulling her down as Pinkie’s hug dragged her off the machine. “Wowie! Dashie can dance dance her way to revolution like no one can! Better not let you dance near the town hall or we’ll have a new mayor— oooh, I could throw a new mayor party! How exciting... I wonder if I could convince them they need a dance machine…”

She rubbed her chin with a gleam of wickedness in her eyes. It took Rainbow Dash a moment to realise her support was gone, and the floor grew dangerously close for an instant until she pulled herself up.

“No, Pinkie.” An empty paper cup bapped the giggling girl’s fluffy hair on its slow flight towards the trash can. Twilight shook her head, dismissing the aura of magic around her cup. “You’re not allowed to enter politics, overtly or not, ever again.”

“Awww.”

Laughter filled the room, each unique and beautiful in its own way. Smiling, Dash perked her pert rear on the rail. Almost like magic, a drink found itself drifting over to her. It could be said there was something magical about how it got to her, but Rainbow Dash preferred to think of her as divine.

“Thanks,” she said, taking the drink. The cold cider washed down her throat, parchness fading.

Fluttershy smiled back, gently brushing her hair from her face as she said, “Oh, it’s no problem. You look like that took a lot out of you.”

“Me? Nah,” Dash drew out the word, shrugging with a casual smirk aimed at the pretty animal-lover. “I could take this thing with one hand tied behind my back. When you’re me, this kinda thing is a cinch.”

“Surprised ya can jump around with a head that big.” With an arm as thick with muscle as her voice was with accent, Applejack hurled the smaller girl off the machine. She smiled, flexing her arm and getting a glare in return. She didn’t notice when Dash’s gaze dipped lower, to the other girl’s muscular chest and exposed breasts. Going shirtless at these things had long since become easy for Applejack, and any embarrassment had faded after a while. Everyone wanted to be comfortable, and that was what made her comfortable.

“Real funny,” growled Dash, squirming out of the taller girl’s hold. She didn’t resist too much, her eyes on tits that jiggled with her struggles. A bony elbow poked the farmer’s stomach. “You’re just jealous you can’t—

New high score!

“Oh, look, I won!” Pinkie giggled, leaning it to play with the controls. “P-N-K-Y. Pinkie!”

She beamed back at them, pointing at the flashing name, right above ‘R-B-W-D.’ Humming cheerfully, Pinkie bounced off the machine, right past the gaping athlete.

“Who wants cupcakes?” she asked, her voice as sing-song and upbeat as ever.

“....”

Applejack patted her on the shoulder, and Fluttershy gave Dash a reassuring look. She sighed and shook her head, taking only a moment to glare at the Dance Dance Revolution machine. How Pinkie had even acquired it, she had no idea.

“... damn Pinkie Pie…” Slinging an arm around Fluttershy that forced her to lean down to her level, Rainbow Dash pointed. “Alright then! Let the party continue! Serve me up some cupcakes and cider, Pinkie, ‘cause being that awesome can tire even me out.”

“Sure thing, Dashie!” Pinkie glanced around the room. “Who else? Rarity? Twilight? Gummy?”

Gummy blinked.

Rarity shook her head, delicately coiffured hair bouncing. “No thank you, darling, I’ve had quite enough for now.” She gestured at the half-empty cup next to her. 

“She’s watching her figure. Too much cake lately, Rares?” asked Rainbow Dash with a snicker. She pretended to duck from the glare sent her way. 

“Rainbow Dash…” Fluttershy didn’t need to say anything else, a slight frown on her face.

“Aww, come on. I’m just teasing.” Arm still slung over Fluttershy, Dash caught the cupcake thrown her way in that hand, and snagged another drink of cider in the other. “So, what now?”

The snap of a book closing, and the clearing of a throat, got everyone’s attention. Twilight smiled at them, and held up ‘An Intermediate Guide To Slumber Parties’. She opened her mouth—

“No,” said everyone else.

Twilight blinked. “But... the book-”

“Twilight, darling, I don’t mean to be rude, however…” Rarity hesitated.

“Books are boring and parties aren’t fun if you get them out of books!” Pinkie wrapped Twilight in a hug from behind. The scholar squeaked, head bowing forward as a pair of weights settled atop her head. “Yoink!”

“Yoink?” Twilight’s brow furrowed in confusion. It suddenly struck her that her hands were empty. She stared at the space that had, moments before, held her book. The weight vanished from her head the moment she realised what had happened. “Pinkie!”

Laughter spilled from Dash’s lips. All but dragging Fluttershy down, she planted her plot on an overstuffed beanbag.

“Wait, what am I doing?” Sighing overdramatically, Dash stood up, bumped Fluttershy into the middle of the beanbag, and sat down. She leaned back, pressing her head against the convenient pillows provided. “Ah, nice.”

“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity threw a glare at her, cheeks flushing. “Have some decency!”

The slender girl just grinned back. “Flutters doesn’t mind. Right, ‘Shy?”

“I… I don’t mind,” said Fluttershy, nodding weakly. Her cheeks reddened as Rainbow Dash adjusted herself, squirming on her lap. The oversized shirt Fluttershy wore, nearly reaching down to her knees, shifted beneath Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy’s flushed cheeks brightening at the thought of Dash’s movements raising the hem too much and exposing her.

Rarity let out a sigh, her glare becoming a flat look before she shook her head and turned away from the smirk Dash’s grin had become.

“So, what now?” Hunkering down next to the pair, Applejack took a swig of cider. She let out a pleased sigh, gulping it down, before lowering the cup.

A beanbag shaped like a cupcake landed between Rarity and Twilight’s cushion, and promptly nearly exploded. Pinkie grinned, shuffling her rear against it as she got comfy.

‘What a booty,’ thought Dash, eyes glued to Pinkie’s squirming, shifting form.

“Since Dashie is already thinking about my butt,” said Pinkie, giggling at the outbreak of red on her friend’s face. “Let’s talk about lo~ooooooooove.”

Applejack chuckled. “Love? Sugar, pretty sure there ain’t a one of us who isn’t single,” she pointed out. “Not much to talk about there.”

Fluttershy’s cheeks coloured, and she looked down. Her hair fell like a gentle curtain, enough to hide her expression. A soft squeeze, Rainbow’s hand on her leg, sent warmth through her. She moved her own hand up, passing around Dash’s slim waist. Despite everything between them, Fluttershy couldn’t help a little bit of guilty amusement at how... small the big ego’d racer was. She’d never say it out loud, but it was positively adorable sometimes.

“Perhaps so,” agreed Rarity, her demure tone bringing Fluttershy back to reality. She looked up to find the fashionista watching her out of the corner of her eyes, and there was suspicion gleaming in them. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about the possibilities, does it?”

“It sounds like fun! Fun fun fun! let’s do it!” Pinkie pulled out a bottle, spinning it around on the palm of her hand. “We can even use a bottle! Spin spin spin, whoever it points at, you win!”

Twilight frowned. “Win what, exactly?” she asked.

The party girl grinned at her. “The chance…” Twilight blinked, and suddenly Pinkie’s voice was right in her ear. “... to spill your beans into our ears.”

“Gah!” The scholar practically took off, landing on her cushion a moment later with her chest heaving. Her pajamas proved to lack enough support for Rainbow Dash to watch her for a few seconds until, sadly, she calmed down and the bouncing stopped. The glare Twilight shot towards Pinkie, while cute, wasn’t worth an end to the bounce.

Pinkie giggled, joining in with the others, and landed back on the cushion no one had seen her leave. Dash couldn’t help but eye her friend as she plopped down, and nearly lost to the urge to lick her lips. The baker wasn’t fat, but she had a little more meat on her bones, and in all the right ways. First hand experience had taught Rainbow Dash that Pinkie Pie’s pillows were as big as Fluttershy’s.

‘’cept I get to do more than hug Fluttershy’s,’ thought Dash, and she nearly snickered aloud. A tap on the shoulder told her to pay attention, and with a roll of her eyes Dash focused in time to see Pinkie catch the bottle she had, apparently, flung into the air.

“Oh, look at that, it’s pointing at me!” She said, beaming as she pointed the bottle at herself. “I guess I should do the spilling! Anyone wanna guess what my love life is like?”

Somewhere, a cricket was chirping. It would have found itself enjoying the open, quiet air in Pinkie Pie’s room at that moment. She looked between them in rapid-fire, full-body turns as her fluffy hair bounced with each jump from friend to friend.

Much as she enjoyed the well-rounded, bouncing breasts, Dash couldn’t help but speak up. “Communal?” she asked with a laugh that only grew at the looks the others threw her. Fluttershy’s wince, however, felt from her position, made Dash feel a moment of guilt.

Pinkie giggled again. “Neeeeeeeearly~,” she teased. She leaned forward, breasts swaying under her light nightwear, and seemed to soak up the shock on their faces. “Let’s say your ol’ Auntie Pinkie Pie knows how to throw every kind of party.”

Not a word passed from their lips as they stared at her, and the big, lovable baker giggled with all the delight of a devil.

“If I knew you’d all go those colours, I’d have said something earlier!” Pinkie giggled, holding her chin as she watched them. “Rarity, you’re all red! Like, super-duper red! The reddest red that ever redded! And Applejack, you’ve gone green! I didn’t mean just guys, you know.”

“Shucks, Pinkie, ya just caught us all by surprise,” Applejack pulled her hat off, leaning over to wave it in Rarity’s face. “Ya really do that? Why didn’t ya ever mention it?”

“Do not say it’s because no one asked, because if you do, I fuckin’ swear…” Trailing off, Dash contented herself with a baleful glare.

“Yep, you did just swear! Which means, swear jar!”

Dash mimed pulling pockets inside out on her boxers. “Yeah, Pinks, later.” ‘Like hell.’ “So, go on, tell us more. You had sexy parties?”

“Rainbow Dash!” Twilight shrieked, a pillow through the air following her indignant cry.

Dash raised a leg to kick it out of the air, grinning like a loon. “Nice try, Twi.”

“This is what the game is about, learning more about our bestest friends! And I wanna tell my bestest friends all about my sexy parties! Oooh, you should have been at Caramel’s birthday party! I invited all the guys and gals!” gushed Pinkie. She didn’t pause, speaking without breathing in at all. “He loved it! You should have heard the sounds he made, especially when—”

Fluttershy squeaked, and Applejack held up a hand. “Hold up there, sugar. We’re all mighty interested, I’m sure, but it ain’t any of our business what ya get up to with Caramel.” She scratched her chin. “Though that does explain why he was limpin’ the day after his birthday.”

“He takes it like a champ! Especially from your br—”

“OHWHATSTHATDASHYAWANTMORECIDER?!” bellowed Applejack, face turning beat red. She all but threw a bottle of cider at Rainbow Dash. Extreme it might have been, but it ended that particular avenue of Pinkie’s discourse.

“I... I think Pinkie’s turn is done,” Twilight suggested. She patted Rarity on the back, torn between embarrassment of her own or giggling at the overdramatic reaction. “So, I guess we spin the bottle?”

Clapping, Pinkie dropped the bottle and gave it a spin. It whirled around and around, six expectant stares locked onto it. Moment by moment it began to slow, gradually losing speed until…

Applejack sighed. “My turn,” she grumbled, sighing. “Not that my turn is gonna be very exciting.”

She shrugged, and Rainbow Dash enjoyed the sight of those farm-tanned tits giving a bounce. There was nothing better at a slumber party than Applejack’s willingness to go without. Shirt? Who needs it when you’ve got skin tanned by a life on the farm, and breasts like firm, round melons?

“You can’t seriously mean you’ve never had any suitors, darling. I have been to the market with you, you know,” remarked Rarity with a hint of disbelief. “Not quite everyone who stares is admiring moi, after all.”

Applejack shifted uncomfortably. “They might look, Rares, but they don’t touch.” She scowled. “I broke a fella’s wrist when he thought he could cop a feel.”

“Hardcore,” Dash snickered. “You know how to scare ‘em off, AJ. What, you use that lasso of yours to bring them back?”

The farmer rolled her eyes. “No, Dash, I don’t. Just ‘cause I like using a rope doesn’t mean I like, uh, using a rope. Not like that.”

“You sure?” Leaning forward, off Fluttershy’s pillows, Dash grinned cheekily. “Going a bit red there at the idea, aren’t ya?”

Applejack glared as she reached down to spin the bottle. “Getting a bit full of yourself, ain’t ya?” She turned to Rarity. “Your turn, sugar.”

Dash turned to Rarity as well, eating up the voluptuous fashionista’s figure. She didn’t even hear the first part of Rarity’s answer, sinking into the enjoyment of admiring the hourglass barely hidden behind such a thin affair of a night gown.

‘Don’t get distracted ogling her,’ Rainbow Dash reminded herself, a thought she’d had to focus on more than once when hanging out. ‘Wait until no one is watching, then ogle her.’

It was a good plan.

Now she just had to stop staring at Rarity’s tits.

She just had to stop.

Any second now.

She could do it.

... soon, she’d do it soon.

“-ting for mister right! Yes, I know it may not be a... prince charming…” Rarity winced at the saying. She quickly rallied, and Rainbow Dash did her best to catch up. “But I have indulged on occasion, I admit.”

“Indulged? With one of those fancy friends you made in Canterlot?” asked Dash. Her head lolled to the side as she grinned. “Or did you mail order a plastic ‘Mister Right’?”

A faint flush came to Rarity’s cheeks as she rolled her eyes. “Ugh, so vulgar, dear. Let’s just say... I have spent a few evenings with gentlemen who prove themselves to be worth the time. After all, it would be such a sin to have a body like this and never enjoy it, would it not?”

Applejack snorted. “Careful there sugar, your head’ll end up as big as Dash’s.”

“Hey!” the athlete protested.

Rarity fluttered her eyelashes. “There’s nothing wrong with just a little bit of confidence, darling.”

Dash grinned, sticking her tongue out at Applejack. “Ha!”

Taking a sip, Rarity added, “Advice I hope Rainbow Dash will one day heed.”

“Hey!”

Giggles and laughter rang around the circle, and even Fluttershy joined in. This wasn’t entirely displeasing, at least, not the way it made her breasts jiggle slightly. The athlete grumbled to herself, and reached out with a foot to spin the bottle.

“Moving on... hey, Twi! Spill the beans. You Canterlot girls are probably super kinky, right?” she asked, and grinned at the rush of red on her friend’s face.

“Dash!” the scholar shrieked, sending a pillow flying at her again. “Don’t talk like that. I wouldn’t— that’s not—”

Grabbing the pillow out of the air, Rainbow’s grin didn’t fade in the slightest. “Oh, I’m sorry, Twi’. Instead of yourself, why not tell us about Spike? I mean, you must have walked in on him when he was ‘walking the dog’—”

Slender fingers covered her mouth. Dash let out a muffled whine of annoyance, looking up at Fluttershy and the frown on her face. Sighing through Fluttershy’s hands, Dash rolled her eyes. She didn’t need to hear what Fluttershy was no doubt going to say, even as the woman opened her mouth. Dash gestured lazily at her, then at the others.

“Sorry, Twilight,” Fluttershy murmured. “She’ll stop, promise.”

Twilight heaved a sigh. “Thank you. I’m glad someone here can control her mouth, even if it's not her.”

“No one can control my mouth,” Rainbow Dash announced, yanking Fluttershy’s hands away. “I dare you to even try!”

“Well, I suppose I can cut ya off from the cider if you really want…” Applejack trailed off, raising an eyebrow and smirking at the distress on Dash’s face. “That’s what I thought. Now, let the lady talk.”

Shooting Applejack a grateful smile, Twilight stalled for a moment, fiddling with the buttons on her modest pajamas for a moment. “Well... there’s not much to say, honestly. It was never something I was interested in.”

“... seriously?” Groaning, Dash shook her head. “Laaaaaaaaaame.”

Twilight flushed indignantly, glaring at her. “I’m so very sorry I don’t have half a dozen lurid tales to tell you all. I was far too busy being a nerd in my library to go around talking to boys, or... or having rampant sex parties and— and all that kind of thing!”

Rainbow’s hands rose, and she leaned back into Fluttershy’s breasts. “Geez, calm down, I was just teasing. No harm if you didn’t get out much, Twi’, nothing wrong with that.”

“Hmph.” Twilight folded her arms, pouting faintly. “Well, everyone else has at least something more interesting than that. I just… never had the interest. In Canterlot, I had books and studying to do. When I came here, I had you girls. I never felt the need to go out looking for, uh, romantic relationships.”

Rarity laid a hand on her shoulder. “It’s fine, darling, no one is making fun of you for that.”

“‘Cept Rainbow,” Applejack pointed out.

“Except her, yes, but even she isn’t serious,” continued Rarity. She glanced sternly at Rainbow Dash. “Right?”

Dash rolled her eyes, again. “Yeah, what Rarity said. I don’t mean anything by it, egghead. Not everyone is made to just get it on. Some people go for one person they only do it with after ages, some for lots of people one by one…” She shrugged. “Some people for, you know, a bunch at once.”

Fluttershy squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, and despite herself Dash felt her heart beat a little faster.

“A bunch at once?” Twilight spluttered in shock. “Wait, like—”

“Oooh,” Pinkie chimed in before Twilight could finish. “Like an orgy!”

They all just looked at her smiling face in silence for a moment.

“No, Pinkie Pie, not an orgy,” groaned Rainbow Dash. She rubbed her forehead, brushing aside her many-hued locks. “That other thing. I meant some people go in for polyamory. It’s weird too, like not being interested in sex or romance and stuff, but just ‘cause its weird that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with it.”

“Well, I for one am amazed,” Applejack drawled. She grinned. “Who woulda guessed Dash knew a word as big as polyamory? That show up much in Daring Do?”

The athlete stuck her tongue out at her, and light laughter surrounded them. It faded away after a moment, and Twilight reached for the bottle.

“If we’re done talking about Rainbow Dash’s grasp of big words like ‘polyamory’ its...” She frowned, spinning it again. “Okay, Fluttershy and Dash, you’re in the same spot,  and you’re the only ones left, so one of you, I guess?”

Forcing a smile that looked more confident than she felt onto her face, Dash shrugged. “I’ll take it, since we’re talking about… uh… okay, so the thing is…”

She cleared her throat, everything she’d prepared beforehand vanishing from her mind. Already she was uncomfortably aware of the curious silence as her friends waited for an answer they had assumed would be loud, quick, and slightly exaggerated. The longer it took her to answer, the more curious they were getting.

“Oh, fuck it,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms up. “I have a girlfriend!”

For a moment, there was only silence.

“OHMYGOSH!” 

Dash barely got her hands up in time to keep Pinkie from latching onto her. As it was, she still had a face full of overexcited party planner beaming at her with mad intensity.

“Who is she? Where is she? Is she tall? Fat? Thin? Neighponese? Zebrican?” Pinkie gasped, and her hands found their way to Rainbow Dash’s shoulders despite her defenses. “Is it Zecora?! Do you have Everfree Jungle Fever?”

“What? Pinkie, no, it’s not Zecora.” Pushing her back, Rainbow Dash found a new attacker; Rarity. The fashionista was sitting next to her, beaming and leaning in close with a smile. “Gah!”

“Darling, darling, how could you have kept this a secret? How long have you been in love? Who is she? You simply must tell me. I have so very many couple designs to make!” She squealed in delight. “Oh, this is wonderful news! Who is it?”

She looked past Pinkie and Rarity, but all Applejack could do was shrug with a snicker, something Twilight mirrored.  Holding her hands up, she pushed both of them back some more.

“Okay, here’s a hint; whose tits am I using as a pillow?” Rainbow Dash raised an eyebrow. “I mean, seriously, I say I have a girlfriend and I’m sitting in a girl’s lap.”

Once more, silence. Eight eyes found their way to Fluttershy’s slowly reddening cheeks. No one said anything. With the faintest of movements, she gave the smallest of nods.

“Wait, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash?” Twilight’s eyes bugged out, her jaw dropping open. “I... that’s not statistically probable!”

“Oh, tish and pish to statistics, Twilight! They’re in love! You are in love, yes? Oh, darling, how delightful!” Rarity clasped her hands, a beatific smile on her face. “I can’t believe you never told us before now!”

Shrugging, Dash relaxed. “Well, yeah, but it’s not like it’s any different from how I feel about you guys.”

As casually as she’d said it, she couldn’t deny the tension she felt, watching for their reactions. Rarity’s was the most attention grabbing, because of course it was. She gasped, raising a hand in shock.

“Rainbow, darling, how ever could you say that?! In front of Fluttershy too!” she exclaimed, moments from firing a furious glare at her friend. 

“Hey, it’s not like she doesn’t know!” Dash shot back, sitting up. “I kinda made it obvious, duh! ”

The fashionista sniffed in disdain. “Oh, is that all? Is Fluttershy just a friend with benefits for you?!”

“Uh, Rarity—” began Fluttershy. She fell silent, cut off by the slender hand that rose to impose itself in front of her face.

Rainbow Dash gave her a reassuring smile. “I got this, ‘Shy.” Her expression became a glare as she looked at Rarity. “I never said that, I just said I feel the same way about her as I do about you guys.”

“I suppose everyone can do it their own way, but really, I do think being intimate with friends should mean something,” Rarity continued, crossing her arms and looking away. 

As the pair bickered, Twilight looked to Applejack in distress. All the bigger woman could do was look just as uncertain. Neither had any experience, and Pinkie seemed too preoccupied looking confused to say anything helpfully distracting.

“It does mean something, I said that!” Groaning in frustration, Rainbow closed her eyes and rubbed them for a moment. “I said I felt the same way about her as I do about the rest of you, so when I say she’s my girlfriend, how do you not get that I mean ‘I want all of you to be my girlfriends’?”

Rarity blinked, and her expression of confusion was shared between the the others… except Pinkie, of course, whose eyes had gone wide and had a look of delight growing on her face.

“I... could you clarify, darling?” Rarity asked with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “When you say ‘girlfriends’, you mean as in friends who are girls, yes?”

Pinkie bounded into focus between them, beaming. “Or!” she cut in, eyelids half-drooping in a look that could be either tired or sultry. “Do you mean in the rumpy-pumpy kissy-kiss way?”

Gesturing at Pinkie with a sigh of relief, and not a little bit of worry, Rainbow Dash nodded. “Give the girl a prize! Yes, I meant like that. That’s what I was trying to say! Fluttershy is my girlfriend, but I feel exactly the same about all of you. How much more do I need to spell it out? I have the hots for each and every person in this room. You make me feel all weird and warm and not just like normal friends, like a weird and warm and fuzzy way like people who are in love! Yes, Rarity, I fucking want to fuck you all, but it’s not about benefits! I! Love! All of you!”

The only sound that stood out was her harsh, panting breath. She felt their eyes on her. Dash had already pulled her arms in around herself and aimed her eyes at the floor in a surprisingly meek display. It was too much. She hadn’t meant to just explode like this. She’d meant to explain it all nice and neat and calm and now she’d fucked it up and they’d think she was weird and—

“Dashie,” murmured the softest, loveliest voice she knew, right in her ear. “It’s okay. Calm down.”

There was nothing so soothing as the sound of Fluttershy in full caretaking mode, or the feeling of her fingers working out the tension knotting Dash’s bony shoulders. She went limp, still not looking, just waiting for the judgement she knew as coming. Granted, if she’d bothered to look up, she would have seen Applejack blushing hotly and wearing an expression torn between relief, shock, and curiosity. Twilight was hardly doing any better, though she looked far, far redder. There was certainly a level of resemblance to a tomato going on.

Rarity, quite simply, was lost for words.

“So...” Evidently, Pinkie was not, and she peered at the others with an eager smile. “Orgy?”

Delivering the conversational equivalent to a hysteria ending slap, Pinkie sat back with a giggle. She did so enjoy listening to Twilight splutter, trying to force out words through half-frozen lips stiff from shock and embarrassment, and leaned over to gently push Applejack’s limp lower jaw up.

“You’ll catch a fly like that. I know it sounds like it’ll let you fly like magic, but it doesn’t. Trust me, I tried, and I didn’t even get fly wings!”

“Wha-huh? Er, Pinkie—wait, no, no, that ain’t important.” Applejack scrambled desperately for something to latch onto that made sense. “Now, lemme just check, but Dash, did ya just say ya wanted to... ya want to…”

“Polyamory!” Every eye went from Rainbow Dash to fix firmly on Twilight. She flushed, coughing slightly. “Being in a romantic relationship with numerous people at once. That’s… polyamory. Like Rainbow Dash said earlier.”

“...that explains how you know that word, at least,” said Rarity. Her voice was coloured with faint uncertainty, and she was looking at the pair of Dash and Fluttershy in a new light, as if seeing them for the first time. She blew out a sigh. “And it seems none of us knew you quite as well as we thought. I am... well, needless to say, surprised. Very surprised.”

An eye for detail was vital in her work and in her passion, and it was this eye that spied the tensing of Dash’s shoulders and the small flicker of…

‘No, that can’t possibly be... Rainbow Dash can’t possibly be afraid, can she?’ It seemed a mad thought for her to entertain, yet Rarity was a woman who prided herself on being able to read others. Her lips spent a moment turning down, and she sidled across. ‘Well, we mustn’t have that!’

Her hand joined Fluttershy’s, feeling the tension on those well trained shoulders, and Rarity offered the pair a smile. “Which, let me stress, is not disapproval. I am very flattered, but… it is rather a lot to process. My, uh, tastes have never really run towards women, you understand…”

Returning her smile with one of her own, Fluttershy nodded. “We know, Rarity. W-we know how hard this must be to understand, but we really do appreciate it.”

“Er, sorry to interrupt—” Applejack cut in uneasily, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Don’t apologise! Didn’t you hear, Dashie wants you involved~,” cooed Pinkie before she exploded into maddened giggles that made the heat on Applejack’s face grow by ten fold.

“Pinkie, shush, I just gotta... I ain’t sure I get what’s going on. I mean, I get the sorta... you wanna have more than one girlfriend, and so does Fluttershy? Are you asking us all to go out with just you, or with each other, or…” The farmer sighed heavily. “Okay, maybe I don’t understand.”

Holding her hands up in a calming gesture, Dash gave her friend a smile. “Hey, AJ, don’t worry. It took me waaaaaaay longer to work it out. I’m not gonna pretend I expect any of you to leap at the offer—which is weird, I mean, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to get with The Dash—but I think we could work it all out.”

Silence spread in wake of her offer, and she settled back to wait. So far, it was going better than she’d expected. No one was throwing things or demanding she get out for being weird, which was positive. Still, she needed an icebreaker of some sort… the silence had gone on for nearly a minute!

“Wanna watch me make Fluttershy cum?”

The reaction was utterly worth it.

“Rainbow Dash!” hissed Rarity, cheeks flaring. She folded her arms, glaring at her in scandalised fury.

A faint slap filled the air as Applejack facepalmed. She groaned, though it was muffled by her hand until she took it away and just gave her athletic friend a weary look. A hint of red on her cheeks made Dash grin anyway, and it only grew as Pinkie’s giggles filled the room.

“I don’t think that’s the sort of thing you’re supposed to do in polite company,” spluttered Twilight, looking away. She wanted to look mortified, but she couldn’t quite manage it. She pressed her legs together, and cursed her curiosity. Scientific curiosity, of course.

“None of those sounded like a no to me.” Leaning back against Fluttershy, Dash grinned up at her. “How about you? Want me to play with you until you squirt all over the floor?”

Frozen in place and cheeks aflame, Fluttershy trembled. She visibly gulped, glancing over the rest of them before her eyes settled on Dash again. With a sigh, she opened her mouth to say ‘no’, as they all knew she would.

“A-alright.”

Applejack’s jaw hung open, which to be fair was more composed than Rarity’s gasp of utter shock. She looked to the others, as if hoping one of them would reveal she had just imagined that. Given the way Twilight looked torn between burying her face in her sleeping bag or reaching for her notepad, and Pinkie was leaning forward with an eager, rapturous expression, it seemed rather unlikely. Applejack looked back at Dash in time to see her springing to her feet.

“Awesome!”

Dash was naked in the blink of an eye, and what she had been wearing just a second before it flew through the air, right at her target. She grinned when Applejack swept them aside with her hand, laughing as the farmer tried to give her a glare that petered out when it found a bared chest to oogle.

“Just watch…” With agile steps she was behind Fluttershy, and fell to her knees, small breasts pressed into Fluttershy’s back. Rainbow’s arms slid down her shoulders, over Fluttershy’s arms, until she reached the hem of her shirt. Surprisingly gentle, she drew it up until Fluttershy raised her arms to let it come right off. “... and be amazed.”

First, her tongue teased. It traced across delicate lobes, warm and wet, a sensuous, sinuous heat that left a shudder racing down Fluttershy’s spine. Her breath drew in, eyes half-lidded as a moan fought to slip free.

“Oh, Rainbow…” She couldn’t help it, not as her lover’s tongue trailed up the edge of her oh-so-sensitive ears. Had she been standing, her legs would have trembled beneath her. 

Perhaps in answer to the near-moan of her name, Rainbow Dash’s tongue vanished. Before a protest could be voiced, and oh-how needily it would have been voiced, something replaced it. Hard, with hot breath breezing past, her lips fixed themselves to her lobe and tugged with loving gentlessness.

Her friends watched, enraptured, and their eyes grew wider as Fluttershy’s moan rose. With each tiny flex of her jaw, nibbling away, Dash felt the shudders and tremors in her girlfriend’s body. It made her so hot, playing her body so easily. A lick, a nibble, and those vulnerable ears gave her everything she could have asked for... or they would, with a little more work.

Dash slipped her hands across skin as smooth as silk, feeling the warmth beneath her palms. They ran up gentle curves, squeezing gently, fingers pressing into that lovely flesh, as her teeth worked the sensitive lobe. A wispy gasp rushed from Fluttershy’s lips, and she closed them to hold in a moan. She felt Rainbow Dash’s hand cup her breast, a pair of slender fingers catching her nipple between them. The other hand fell as the athlete groped her, finding another little button to squeeze right between her legs. A rush of heat filled her cheeks with red, and her womanhood with juice.

“Mmf,” moaned Rainbow Dash, a pant muffled by the little bit of Fluttershy she was nibbling on. Her jaw parted enough to talk. “Flutters, you taste so good... so how sweet’s your honey?”

An ‘eep’ filled the room, such a small sound becoming so loud in the absence of anything else save the breathing of their audience, and the couple’s own heavy pants. She trembled, feeling the fingers that pushed her lower lips open as they tested the waters, so to speak. Her lips parted easily, a string of her juices stretching between them. A third finger slipped in the welcoming hole, probing, and earning a moan.

Lowering her mouth, Dash found another place to nibble; her teeth caressed Fluttershy’s neck, a light pressure against the soft skin. She bit back a moan, instead spreading her fingers wide across Fluttershy’s breast. Titflesh swelled between groping fingers, and the nipple pressed into her palm. She squeezed, and nearly moaned at the mewl she was dragging from Fluttershy. It made the fire between Rainbow Dash’s own legs burn hotter and wetter, though she could only grind her thighs together with both hands busy.

‘Later,’ she thought, a lewd grin spreading across her mouth. ‘She’ll pay me back tonight.’

In her finger went, stroking lovingly, and out it came to flick up against Fluttershy’s clit. She repeated it, again and again, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. Fluttershy had no chance to prepare for each touch or tease on her delicate folds that sent shudders through her and drops of pussy-juice to the floor. The tip of Dash’s finger lingered on the little button, tracing a teasing circle around it.

“D-Dash…”

Giving her lover’s neck a lick, Dash grinned. “Yeeeees?” She dragged the word out, almost into a moan to match Fluttershy’s as her finger suddenly stopped completely. It sat there, unmoving, a teasing presence that made the meek girl’s hips jerk minutely as she fought not to move against it.

“P... please…” Fluttershy shuddered, leaning back against her. She didn’t even notice her friends in front of her anymore; the only thing she cared about was the touch of the woman she loved, and how she just kept teasing her!

“Please what?” To the shock of their audience, Rainbow Dash actually cooed, as if her light, teasing touch on the girl trembling in her arms was as pleasurable for both of them as it was for Fluttershy. “Please... tease you?”

She pulled, tugging Fluttershy’s nipple out for just a moment before she released the nipple, letting the fleshy breast bounce. Even as another gasp escaped the nature-lover, the athlete’s fingers spun a circle around her areola. The magic of the skyborn that let her soar found itself twisted to perverted purpose as the smallest of gusts began to spin a tight circle of sorcerous wind over the sensitive nub.

‘That,’ thought Twilight, eyes latched onto her friend’s nipple, ‘Is not at all proper use of skyborn magic.’ Her cheeks heated as she glanced at her bag. ‘I should take notes. For... for science.’

She watched the shudder that ran through the buxom girl, and Dash’s dirty grin growing. Unseen by the audience, something had splashed her hand as it teased that moist little cleft. They might not have seen it, but they certainly heard Fluttershy’s moan.

“Mmf~” groaned Rainbow Dash, her lips pressed to Fluttershy’s neck. She came free with a faint pop, a hickey marking her claim. “They can hear you, ‘Shy. Hear you moaning when I touch you.”

Awareness finally came crashing back into Fluttershy, and her eyes flicked to their friends. She had but a moment to observe the reddening of Rarity’s cheeks, to notice Applejack’s stare trained on them with surprising intensity, and Pinkie’s hand pushing open her underwear before the slim, wind-touched finger of her lover slipped into her. 

“They’re gonna see you cum,” Rainbow murmured, letting out a faint moan of her own arousal. “Spread your legs. Let them see.”

Licking her too dry lips, and telling herself she really should be looking away, Rarity found her gaze dropping as Fluttershy’s legs began to spread wider. They hadn’t exactly been held tight, but they began to spread enough so that even Dash’s slender hand couldn’t hide the pink of Fluttershy’s pussy. Lips spread by her lover’s fingers, the eyes of their audience tracked the drip of arousal that poured from her.

Dash nibbled her ear before she spoke again; “They can see inside you. Can you feel their eyes on it?” 

She flicked the nipple that had gone without magical torment.

“Tell me.”

Pleasure radiating from too many places for her to manage, it took another flick for Fluttershy to answer. “Y-yes,” she panted, mouth hanging open. She wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn’t. Not while they were being watched. “They’re seeing me... m-moaning and…”

“Squealing,” added Dash, eliciting that exact sound, pussy-playing hand suddenly forming a hook with two fingers that pushed in. Her palm pressed into Fluttershy’s clit, giving her button a tap. “That’s it~ Squeal for me, ‘Shy.”

The stroking, violating probe of her hooked fingers found wet walls pressing in around them. Juices rolled out as the meek girl squealed and clenched. She gasped for breath, only to find it driven out with each motion of those fingers, and gone again when next she took a gulp of air and the magical wind on her nipple burst with sudden speed.

Chin on her shoulder as she pressed against Fluttershy’s back, the wide, dominant grin on Dash’s face parted to let her tongue slip out and tease her ear again. “Nearly there?” she cooed. “Ready to cum for everyone? Maybe I’ll make you squirt. I could if I wanted. I could make my trembling little ‘Shy squirt in front of everyone.”

The hitch in Fluttershy’s breath brought a gleam of satisfaction to her eyes. A third finger began to brush against her pussy lips, teasing its entrance but never quite committing to it. Every whimper made Rainbow Dash hold back her own moans, and the heat radiating from between her legs grow. Raising her eyes, she made sure every one of their friends was looking right between those gorgeous legs, and grinned.

With a single swift motion, her third finger slipped in. She pushed in, and pressed, and let a word hiss into the quiet room, the only other sounds Fluttershy’s whimpers and Pinkie’s muffled moans;

“Cum.”

For a moment, Fluttershy just stopped. The world disappeared, the only sensation a spike of pleasure that lanced from her nethers and right through every thought that had been trying to form in her lust-addled mind. Her muscles locked up and her mouth fell open. The price of sweet torture after sweet torture finally hit home and Fluttershy came with a moan that was almost a scream.

Fluttershy’s weight fell on Dash, and she held up the moaning girl. A flood poured out, rushing over her fingers as the walls tried to crush them and pull them deeper. Pleasure made the girl twitch and shudder, moans and gasps filling Dash’s ears with the sound of success. She grinned, pulling her hand free and up until her fingers found another wet, warm hole.

Applejack covered her mouth with a hand, a sound that could have been a moan muffled, eyes locked on the sight of Fluttershy licking Dash’s hand. The red in her cheeks made her feel as though she was aflame. She took in the vision of sexual bliss, and already found thoughts cramming themselves into her mind and imagination. The heat grew when her eyes found Dash’s.

“Like the show?” she teased, but her words were clearly meant for all of them. With a smile, she kissed her lover’s neck. “Enjoy your dreams tonight, girls. All you have to do to make them true…”

A warm, dopey smile on her face, Fluttershy gulped down her own sweet fluids, and finished for her, “is ask.”

Suddenly, Fluttershy frowned. “Oh no.” She flushed. “I... um, P-Pinkie? Do you have a spare sleeping bag? Mine is, uh, a bit wet…”


> Chapter 2
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Some might think that, given she had gotten her girlfriend off before the hungry, fascinated or stunned eyes of the other women she hoped to make her girlfriends, that Rainbow Dash would have trouble getting to sleep. They might think that revealing secrets of her sexuality could leave uncertainty haunting at the edge of one’s thoughts despite the acceptance shared by her friend. These theoretical people might even suspect that leaving open an invitation to join into a polyamorous relationship would have Rainbow Dash awake and troubled, grappling with the doubt she might feel with the hope beating in her heart.

Given that Rainbow Dash lay sprawled across her sleeping bag, twitching in her sleep with each dream-changeling she laid low with almighty dream-punches, all the dream-ladies throwing themselves at her, these hypothetical people of questionable privacy consideration would be very let down.

“Well, this isn’t very interesting,” Discord mumbled to himself, rolling invisible eyes and disappearing with a silent snap of his fingers, parting words fading with him. “Honestly, you come expecting some dreams of rejection and worry, but all she does is punch changelings, again, so boring…”

With the, uh, possibly hypothetical person gone, another pair of eyes opened, and a hungry smile spread across the lips of a very eager young lady.

“Silly Dissy~,” she giggled, muted by a pillow as poofy as her hair. Had he remained, he might have wondered if the pink sleeping bag was actually some kind of worm as it wriggled and squirmed from one side of the circle to the next.

Rainbow Dash lay there, unsuspecting, as each movement of the pink predator brought the cheshire grin that peeked from the bright sleeping bag a little bit closer.She was spread across her sleeping bag, as free in sleep as she was in the sky. Dreams of adventure, violence, and Princess Luna shaking her head as she wandered off into the distance with a bored expression left her exposed to the machinations of her friend. 

The next moment, Rainbow Dash stirred. Not much, her dreams didn’t even fade; all that changed was a dream-lady. A delicate hand ran across the waist of her underwear, slipping beneath the tight band to trace the shape of her delightful behind. For a moment she squeezed, gently, fingers pressing into the shapely rump. 

Lost in her dream… Rainbow Dash gasped as one changeling came from behind, crashing against her rear and holding on. “Think you can get me from behind, eh, changeling?” she cried into her dream.

Pinkie suppressed her giggles as her prey squirmed and let out the faintest of noises in her sleep. In the face of such an adorable reaction, she really had no choice but to continue, didn’t she? Could anyone blame her if she squeezed again, and pressed closer to Adorable Dashie?

The changeling held on, dropping its head below her elbow as she lashed out, and tightened its grasp. Chitinous claws had found their place upon her and they seemed unwilling to let her go free. The others swarmed closer as she fought, held off despite her predicament. With an uppercut she drove yet another back, and sneered at the rest.

“Come get some,” she snarled in challenge, and they came in a rush.

The loose little tank top provided no more protection than her underwear, at least not to Pinkie’s prying fingers. She smiled, a cat with the cream very much in reach, and she moved one hand up Dash’s side with fingers tapping a gentle beat as they danced up.

“Dashie~,” she cooed, chin settling on her friend’s shoulder, whispering her name into her ear.

The changeling that held her slowed the furious athlete, and another threw itself upon her. Rainbow Dash threw a punch that never hit, and the changeling had its hands on her before she could stop it, weighing her down even more.

Wet pink lips parted to let a wetter, pinker tongue slip from between them. It left a trail of saliva in its wake across Dash’s cheek. A little sound of pleasure left Pinkie’s mouth, the taste bringing a smile to her face as she snuggled against her sleeping friend.

Rainbow Dash gasped, trying to pull her head away as a tongue flecked with changeling goo lashed across her face, leaving her recoiling at the flush of heat that rushed through her.

“Get off,” she growled, panting with more than just anger. “Get-”

Changeling lips, Dash discovered in that moment, were much softer than they looked.

Curled into a new position, lips pressed against Dash’s, Pinkie’s eyes lit up. The kiss was returned, though she had no idea what Rainbow Dash was dreaming. She just hoped Princess Luna was enjoying it, and she decided to test the limits of her midnight molestation. Her groping hand cupped a breast, and her fingers closed upon the helpless nipple there.

It was kissing her, and touching her, its hands firmly groping her breasts. Rainbow Dash let out a faint moan as she kissed back, and she couldn’t remember at all why she had decided to fight them instead of fuck-

The changeling pinched-

The kiss was turning out to be Pinkie’s favourite part. She got to feel the sleepy kiss of her polyamorous friend, and it even kept Dashie from waking up the others with her cute little squeal. She released the kiss with a faint giggle, smiling at the groggy athlete.

“Heya, Dashie~,” she cooed, pecking the stunned girl on the lips. “Have a nice dream?”

Grogginess quickly gave way to a flush of anger, with a dose of arousal, as Rainbow Dash realised exactly who had woken her, and exactly what she was doing. “Pi-”  

Another kiss silenced her, cutting off the cry before it could stir their friends. Lips parted for tongues, and for a moment Dash forgot what she was upset about. Pinkie Pie was a very good kisser, and when she pulled away, it left Rainbow Dash letting out a faint whine of protest.

“Shhhh,” said Pinkie, replacing her lips on Dash’s with a finger instead. Her smile, as happy and mischievous as it had ever been, seemed to Dash somehow different. There was something… exciting in it, something that made her breath hitch for a moment. 

She nodded, and then she nearly gasped, silent only thanks to the finger holding her voice in. Her eyes shot down, following the path of Pinkie’s arm to the party planner’s other hand, where it cupped her breast.

“Sorry for the surprise party in your bag, but I couldn’t help myself. You just looked too cute, and I wanted to, mm~, get you warmed up for our date,” whispered Pinkie, pressing herself into the lithe skyborn’s body. “But that’s all you get until then.”

She replaced her finger with a kiss, soft and loving, a far cry from the fingers playing so aggressively with Rainbow Dash’s nipple, and with silence few ever expected from her, Pinkie slipped away.

In the silence and the darkness, Rainbow Dash stared at the ceiling. Lit only by the glimmer of moonlight shining through a window, she listened to the breathing of her slumbering friends, somehow hearing it past the pounding of her heart.

‘Damn,’ she thought, licking her lips. ‘What are the odds I can get off without waking anyone? ’

~ One week later ~

The shrill whistle filled her ears as she stepped onto the train platform, and Rainbow Dash found herself relieved she had resisted the urge to leap out. There were too many people waiting to board, and she had to dodge between them. A glance back showed her that Pinkie Pie had clearly lost her own fight with that impulse. How she came flying out of the train and hit no one, Dash had no idea.

“Pinkie, stop playing around,” she called, rolling her eyes and jerking her head towards the exit. She looked that way, through the crowd, just in time to see a flash of pink. A hand curled around hers, and it tugged her along. She blinked, and realised through the press of impatient travelers that it was Pinkie pulling her.

“Who's playing?” giggled Pinkie, her pace seemingly undeterred by the packed train-goers all around them. Her bag bounced, thudding against her back with every step she took, and Rainbow Dash realised she was skipping.

“How… never mind.” Best not to go down that route, she had long learned. Rainbow Dash let her pull, just rolling her eyes again. “Whatever! So long as you’re this good with crowds tonight, I don’t care.”

That got another giggle, as so many things did, from Pinkie. She pulled with one hand and waved with the other a ‘hello’ and a ‘how are you’ to any who caught her eye. Perhaps she knew them, a traveler who had passed through Ponyville, their name saved in the party database that was her mind. Or, more likely, she was just being Pinkie ‘thy name is friendliness unrestrained’ Pie.

In time any Canterlot native would have sworn was impossible, they were free of the crowds and the station itself. They strode onto the road, a straight lane that ran from the station through the heart of the capital city, and beyond. Soaring towers across the city paled in comparison to the spires of Canterlot Palace, dwarfing them with white stonework that shone in the sun, even as it dipped towards the horizon as dusk approached.

“It was so nice of Twilight to ask the Princess to let us stay in the palace. Oh, oh! Do you think I can use the kitchen there to bake the Princess a thank you cake?” asked Pinkie as she led the way, excited skipping back and forth ahead of Rainbow Dash.

The athlete chuckled. “I think we’re gonna be busy, y’know…” She waggled her eyebrows. “Getting busy.”

Pinkie giggled, and squeezed her hand. “So impatient! We need to have a date first, then decide if we’re gonna have a private party for two.” Her smile went from innocent to lewd and back so quickly Dash wasn’t sure if she had really seen it. “Or maybe three.”

Dash felt a shiver run down her spine, eyes lighting up. “Maybe four…” she trailed off for a moment, glancing back towards the train station and her thoughts went to the past week. “I think AJ is really thinking about it, you know.”

“That’s great!” said Pinkie, fluffy hair bouncing as she nodded excitedly. “I’m not surprised, it’s about time she…”

Raising an eyebrow at the sudden end to whatever Pinkie was saying, Dash asked, “About time she what?”

Pinkie waved it off, giggling again. “Oh, nothing! Just give Applejack some time, I’m sure she’ll come around in the end. Maybe if tonight goes really well, I’ll go tell her all the good parts-”

She stopped, and Rainbow Dash yelped in surprise as she was sent tumbling. The world spun, and she felt lips against her own and arms around her. She reacted to the kiss without thinking, tasting those sugar-sweet lips. Pinkie held her up, their hair and bags hanging towards the ground as they kissed in the street.

Pinkie released her, and she was back on her feet before she knew what was going on. Heat suffused her cheeks, and the very public display had earned them more than a few looks. She caught Pinkie winking at one particularly impressive guy before pulling her again, and picking up as if she had never stopped to make out.

“-like that, and she’ll realise the more the merrier! Especially when it means more kissing!” continued Pinkie. She started to hum cheerfully under her breath, bouncing along as happily as ever, stares flying past her harmlessly.

All Rainbow Dash could do was start to laugh. Pinkie was so random, she wasn’t sure what else she could do. The pair strolled through the city of the Princesses, elegantly towered buildings rising all around them from immaculately neat streets, though neither had eyes for the splendor that surrounded them. Even as they approached the palace, they had eyes only for each other, laughing and talking in the casual delight of close friends on the verge of getting even closer.

By the time the night was over, both looked forward to experiencing that closeness.

Guards ushered them through as soon as they realised who it was, and Dash basked in it. After all she had helped save the world and performed the sonic rainboom. She lapped it up, arm swinging hand in hand with Pinkie as they were escorted through the palace. Through the halls they were led, until finally a door more ornate than the others parted for them, and a familiar, motherly voice touched their ears.

“Ah, how lovely to see you both.” Princess Celestia rose from behind her desk, walking around it with a warm smile. She nodded her silent thanks at the guards, who bowed and retreated without a word. She turned her smile on the young women, and warmth immediately filled both.

“Hiya, Your Highishnessish!” greeted Pinkie with manners that would have made Rarity faint.

“Yo,” added Dash, who would have made Rarity want to strangle her. Politely strangle, of course. “Thanks for putting us up for the night, Princess. We really appreciate it.”

Celestia dismissed it with a gentle wave of her hand. “Oh, please, there really is no need to thank me. It’s the least I can do, and I have done the same for Rarity.” Her eyes took on a mischievous gleam. “What a shame she isn’t here.”

Rainbow Dash laughed, and Pinkie giggled. The easy manner of the Princess eased them both, though how much easing Pinkie needed was questionable at best, and the warmth of her presence seemed to touch something deep inside.

“Come, I’ll show you to your rooms,” the Princess said, setting a hand on a shoulder each to guide them from her study.

Rainbow Dash nodded gratefully, then paused in a rare moment of observation. “Oh, thanks, but we didn’t want to interrupt or anything, I bet you have, like, heaps of important stuff to do,” she said.

Celestia glanced back at her desk, and the pile of paper upon it. “Very important,” she agreed, though she made no move to return to her work. “But I should think I can spare a few minutes to converse with two of my faithful student’s best friends, both exceptional women in their own right.”

“Besides, paperwork is booooooooooooring,” added Pinkie, shuddering. She clutched her sides as if sick. “Ugh, it's like doing taxes for the Cakes! It was even worse than baking bads!”

Just the mention of ‘baking bads’ made Rainbow Dash queasy, and she shut out the stories of the incident that had circulated throughout town since. Instead she focused on their guide, and her truly divine body.

Perving on the Princess’s body was probably enough to make Rarity burst a blood vessel, which just made it even more attractive an idea. Not that the idea was the only attractive thing, of course. From the corner of her eye, Rainbow Dash ate up the Princess’s figure, studying the curves that strained belief. She couldn’t see a thing wrong with their ruler, not in her curves or her breasts, large yet balanced as if she had been shaped by some master artisan intent on making the perfect model. Her eyes ran up from the ruler’s bust, eyeing the statuesque figure and even going up her neck to her face…

And their eyes met.

Rainbow Dash froze, and knew that the Princess had caught her redhanded. She missed a step, stumbling, and were it not for the sudden tightening of the hand on her shoulder, she would have fallen.

“Careful, Dashie, you don’t wanna fall all over such a nice carpet,” Pinkie giggled.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s fine. I wouldn’t mind at all if Rainbow Dash fell on my carpet. I’m just worried if she’d be alright,” said Celestia, and there was something to her smile that made Rainbow Dash gulp.

“Hey, I think I can handle a little carpet just fine.” Dash crossed her arms, trying to ignore the thought nudging her in the back of the brain. She couldn’t imagine that Princess Celestia meant anything but what she said. She was the Princess, after all, she couldn’t possibly mean anything… lewd, could she?

“I’m sure you could. So, what brings you to Canterlot for the night?” The Princess looked at them curiously, her eternal smile as innocent as ever. “Twilight seemed to have forgotten to tell me in her letter.”

Even Rainbow Dash knew, somehow, that it would be weird to just blurt out ‘We’re going clubbing for a date to see if Pinkie wants to be one of my girlfriends’ to the eternal ruler of Equestria.

“We’re going clubbing!” chimed Pinkie, grinning in anticipation. “Dashie and I are going on a date!”

Rainbow Dash resisted the urge to facepalm. To her surprise, all the Princess did was nod.

“I see. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time. I regret I don’t know much about the modern clubbing scene, I’ve been rather busy for the last few decades, and haven’t taken the time to go out in a while,” Princess Celestia told them. She let out a sad sigh. “Quite the shame, really.”

Mouth hanging open, Rainbow Dash tried to process that for a few seconds. Instead, her brain stalled. She was still frozen, trying to connect the concepts of ‘Princess Celestia’ and ‘clubbing’ without success, when the Princess looked straight at her.

“Twilight told me of your offer last week. I can’t tell you how pleased I am to know that such a wonderful tradition has not died out entirely yet.” She squeezed Dash’s shoulder, sending a rush of warmth through her. “I wish you all the best. It’s been nearly half a century since polyamory was last in vogue; perhaps you’ll bring it back.”

For a moment, Rainbow Dash teetered, dizzy. ‘Princess Celestia just wished me luck. Princess Celestia… approves?’

Right up until then, Rainbow Dash hadn’t realised how much weight it would take from her mind to hear the ultimate authority in the land say that. She gulped, numb lips working silently for a moment until she got what she wanted from them.

“T-thanks…”

Celestia squeezed gently again, reassuringly, and gestured at a door Dash hadn’t noticed in front of them. “You have nothing to thank me for. Just treat each other well, and do your best for each other. For now, though, I think we’ve arrived at your rooms.”

They stepped into a dead end hallway lined with a few doors on either side, and two of them opened. The Princess gave each a soft push towards a door.

“Now, you two get ready, and have fun. That’s a royal command, too,” she added.

After that, what could they do but obey?

~ A short time later ~

Walking down the street of downtown Canterlot, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie found themselves earning their fair share of attention. As unwilling as she was to play dress up for fancy occasions, Rainbow Dash had to admit dressing up for this at least had been worth it. Her cocktail dress clung to her, displaying her lithe figure up to the short jacket that managed to cover her shoulders and just about nothing else. Soft grey leggings ran up to her cocktail dress’ short skirt, and she couldn’t help the smile it brought her to know how good she looked. She glanced at over at Pinkie, and almost joined those leering at the party girl.

She was wearing pink, because of course she was, a semi-translucent cocktail dress over a tube tube top that made Rainbow Dash want to just rip it off right then and there, and barely decent shorts under it. The lack of a jacket of her own left her curves as even more enticingly obvious than Dash’s, and showed her off even more than the skyborn she had on her arm.

“Aww, look how they’re all looking,” Pinkie whispered with a laugh, covering her mouth with her free hand. “I bet they all want to make friends with us, Dashie, but not tonight~”

Rainbow Dash grinned, and tightened the arm looped through Pinkie’s. “They can look all they want, but the only friend I care about here is you, Pinks. Tonight is gonna rock.”

“Sure is! We’re gonna rock Canterlot soooooooo hard!” Pinkie leaned against her, winking, and bumped hips with Dash. “They won’t know what hit ‘em!”

Smirking, Rainbow Dash returned the bump. “Oh, they’ll know. No one forgets the Dash.”

Arm in arm, they sauntered towards the Gilded Bridle, its neon sign at odds with the air of sophistication Canterlot eternally strove to maintain. There was nothing refined about the people lined up outside, or the flashing lights that throbbed in time with the music from every window and its jealously guarded door.

“Damn it,” Dash cursed, scowling at the line. “We should have left earlier, it’ll take half the night just to get in. Pinkie?”

She realised they were still going straight for the door, the line ignored by the bouncy pink haired girl who had taken lead. Pinkie’s arms tightened the loop, keeping Rainbow Dash right with her as they went right past the line.

“Hiya!” Pinkie greeted the bouncer with a grin, waving cheerfully with her free hand. “I’m Pinkie Pie. This is Dashie. What’s your name?”

The bouncer looked at her, and clearly saw nothing special. Still, he looked down at the clipboard in his hand. His eyebrows shot up after a moment, and he unlocked the velvet cord sealing the way in.

“Huh. Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash,” he said, wondering about the smiley face and balloons surrounding the name on his list. 

As Dash’s jaw dropped open, Pinkie shook her head. “No, silly, those are our names. What’s yours?”

“Eh?” He blinked at her, wearing the expression Rainbow Dash had come to think of as ‘the Pinkie’d’. This particular fellow had only gotten a relatively light Pinkieing.

‘So long as she Pinkies me hard after this,’ thought the skyborn, fighting back a smirk. Her hand slipped from Pinkie’s arm and crept down, not even caring about those in line staring at them jealously as she reached for her prize.

“That’s great name, Eh, but can I call you- eek!” Pinkie jumped, sending tits bouncing in front of him. “Dashie!”

Rainbow Dash grinned, and squeezed her ass again. “Come on, we’ve got in, you can make friendly with the bouncer some other time.”

Wearing a pout, Pinkie let out a mock-sad sigh. “Aww, alright. Have fun, maybe we’ll see you on the way out, Eh?” She squealed again as Dash’s hand swapped cheeks, and with a great bouncing of breasts jumped forward, skipping into the night club.

“See ya inside,” said Rainbow Dash, giving the line a smug wink. The bouncer gave her a grateful nod for getting the pink oddity moving, and hooked the velvet cord behind them.

A single step in was all it took for a wave of music to wash over them, and it had an almost physical force. Bright lights of a dozen colours, and hues of countless variety, flashed on and off, sparking in time to the pounding music. The space around them was empty,  but only because everyone else was either at the bar, rioting on the dance floor that dominated the club’s floor, or crowding the tables with drinks.

Rising above it all, a figure worked away at the turntables, leading the music and through it the dancers, though it was hard to say if there was much beyond the vaguest hints of adhering to the music. They simply seemed to be in it for the chance to throw themselves about, and the music was just a lucky coincidence.

“This place looks awesome.” Rainbow Dash had to raise her voice to be heard, but the grin and nod from Pinkie told her she heard. The skyborn’s hair seemed to blend with the flashing neon lights, each streak of colour catching the beams and changing hues half a dozen times in a few mere moments.

 Already eyes were turning. Oh, there were others, their hair coloured artificially, but something in the natural fibers made her hair... special. It was a difference that could only be hers, and she wore it proudly as she strode into the club.

“Drinks!” screamed Pinkie, bouncing at her side until her arm came free. “First drinks with funny names, and then the dancing, then more drinks, then dancing, and more drinks, and then danc-”

“Yeah, Pinkie, I get it.” Dash grinned, serving up a slap to Pinkie’s behind. “You get the drinks, I’ll bring the awesome, and then we’ll see where we go from there.”

Pinkie grinned back and broke away. Her ass swayed, each step drawing eyes to her full behind. It certainly drew Rainbow Dash’s. She had to wrench her gaze from it before she ran into something.

The dancing crowd, wild and energetic, called to her, but Rainbow Dash knew just looking at it that if she went in alone she’d never come out. Still, as she slipped into place, she cast a longing gaze into the people dancing to the mad beat. The energy was contagious, and she bounced in her seat. Though she was stuck waiting for Pinkie, and the alcoholic prize her hopefully soon-to-be second girlfriend would bring, she could still look, and look she did.

Her eyes drank in the bodies as they swayed and jumped, running across shapely rumps clad in the tightest of shorts and the shortest of skirts. Man, woman, or impossible to tell, she was happy to feast on this metaphorical feast. She licked her lips.

Hard plastic pressed to her lips not a moment later, and something fruity with more than a hint of alcohol lapped at them. She jerked back in surprise, but the drink hovered steady where Pinkie Pie held it as she giggled.

“I got the drinks, but Dashie is already drinkin’ something else. Drinking in the sights.” Pinkie leaned down, somehow shouting a stage-whisper, “I mean their butts! You’re looking at their butts!”

Swiping her drink, Dash rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Pinkie, I got it,” she laughed. Throwing back the fruity drink, she barely tasted it before it was down her throat and contributing to the deterioration of what little impulse control she had.

Pinkie had her drink drained, and they clinked against each other as they put them down in the same instant. The pair shared a grin, and Dash couldn’t help but notice the way Pinkie’s lips shone wetly in the throbbing lights….

‘Steady on there,’ she caught herself with effort. She couldn’t just go leaping into a full-on kiss yet. This was, after all, a date.

What thoughts her diminishing restraints had led her to were swiftly dismissed by the feeling of those soft, shiny lips against her own. Just for a moment, Pinkie pecked her on the lips, and then she was gone, up and around.

“Come on, Dashie, don’t get all shy on me! It’s dance-dance time,” Pinkie said with a giggle, her voice raised through the noise, and she pulled her date up in a swift tug. “This time, I promise not to beat your high score.”

Rolling her eyes, Rainbow Dash still smiled as she let Pinkie pull her to the dance floor. “There’s no points in actual dancing,” she called back, a laugh on her lips. Their fingers entwined, and they all but flew onto the dance floor.

~ An hour, several drinks, and a dozen dances later…. ~
 
As Rainbow Dash swayed to the beat, she felt the barest brush of fingertips teasing their way across her thighs. For a moment, Dash almost thought she had imagined it, so light was Pinkie’s touch. That moment passed, and she knew she hadn’t. Delicate pressure grew as they slithered beneath her dress, and she barely kept an ‘eep’ contained as she glanced at Pinkie. The devious baker was smiling innocently, as if she hadn’t a care in the world, yet it was most definitely her hand under there.

“Pinkie!” she hissed. The noise swallowed her words, but her date’s eyes traced the shape of her lips, and grinned. Her fingers didn’t stop. They pushed and pressed, earning a gasp from her as they explored her. The pair parted, Pinkie bouncing off into the crowd of dancers before Dash could get back at her for the sense of loss she was left with.

On the next swing, as the music brought the bouncing women together, Pinkie’s fingers strayed again. For just a moment they caught and pinched a delicate nipple and earned a gasp from the athlete. Rainbow Dash swiped at Pinkie, too slow, and her tormentor vanished into the shifting, dancing mass. A low heat lit, and it made Dash pant weakly. She swung her hips, and felt hands—familiar hands, hands she knew had to be Pinkie’s—grope her. The weight of Pinkie’s head settled on her shoulder, and she glanced back as Pinkie rested her chin there. Without thinking, Dash pushed back into those groping hands.

One slipped down, between her legs, and Rainbow Dash was helpless to do more than gasp at the teasing touch.

“Still think you’re not going to score in this dance, Dashie?” cooed Pinkie, at once sultry and innocent. How, precisely, Dash had no idea. All she knew was that it was fucking hot.

“How much are you gonna tease me?” she hissed, leaning back, lips brushing the pink-haired party girl’s ear. “Are you trying to make me jump you on the dance floor? Cause if you keep this up, I totally will, and we’ll get kicked out.”

“After the show was over,” Pinkie corrected her with a giggle. “They’d throw us out after I made you squeal all over over the place!”

The idea of them going at it locked into place in Dash’s imagination. There was really nothing else she could think about, she simply had no choice. To not imagine, in lavish detail, their bodies writhing together on the dance floor, their swaying, wild dance turned horizontal in the madness of lust.

Grabbing Pinkie’s hand before it could get in too deep, Rainbow Dash decided she was done waiting.

“Time to score.”





They stumbled out together, the back door swinging shut behind them. The heat roaring within was barely restrained, the pounding of her blood as loud the music was from the club. It screamed in her ears, the teasing touches of her new girlfriend having set her aflame. The door swung shut behind them, and the music muted as easily as pressing a button.

‘I’m gonna press her button,’ thought Dash, savage lust spurring a predatory grin onto her as she wrapped her hands around Pinkie. “Gonna press it so hard,” she hissed.

Pinkie giggled, leaning into the embrace, and pecked Dash on the lips. “Silly Dashie, that’s meant to be internal monologue. Don’t worry though…”

A trained athlete, part time kung fu practitioner, and all round physical badass that she was, Rainbow Dash had no warning and couldn’t react to Pinkie’s sudden movement. Too fast for her to even realise what was happening, her back hit the alley’s wall with a thud, and Pinkie stood before her. She almost stood over her, it felt to Dash, the simple confidence that rolled off the party girl in waves all but assuring Pinkie knew the way forward.

The way forward, it turned out, was between Rainbow Dash’s legs if Pinkie’s hands were any indication. They delved beneath the short dress, and the thin underwear that had barely kept her back before was no defense to Pinkie’s probing. The tight, scandalously tiny panties came down with a simple tug, and Dash lost her breath to the first touch of Pinkie’s finger finally finding her most vulnerable spot.

Slick lips, wet with the arousal teased out of her, parted easily. Pinkie ran her finger through the slit, twitching ever so slightly one way, then the other, and earning the reward of a breathy moan. She smiled, a giggle on her lips, and one by one, she brought more fingers to bear. She didn’t go deep; that was a reward for another time, for both of them. Already she felt the leak that had her own underwear soaked since just about when they started dancing.

So tease she did, worse and better, her tracing fingers drawing out more moans, a gasp, every little sound she oh so treasured. There was nothing as delightful as watching Dashie’s expression, and Pinkie couldn’t help another giggle as she compared it to puppet-strings.

“Pussy strings,” she said aloud, thoughtfully, and got to enjoy that look of confusion she so often saw on Dash’s face when they talked appear, before an artful flick of a finger against Rainbow’s clit dissolved it. “I’m playing with your pussy strings!”

“Mmmyeah,” moaned Rainbow Dash, managing a shrug as she curled her hands over Pinkie’s hips. “W-whatever, just stop teasing me, Pinks. Damn, you don’t have to... nngh, drive me crazy before we even get to the main event!”

Pinkie wore a faux-pout, but the giggle beneath was barely hidden as she took away the touch that made Dashie squirm. The look, verging on betrayal, that Rainbow Dash gave her brought her hands to her lips to cover her laughter. The light caught the liquid lust on her fingers, and without a thought her tongue lashed out.

“Mmm, Dashie flavoured! I guess it’s time to get to the main event!” she cheered. Wasting not a moment, she leaned away, rummaging for something just out of sight. “Now, where did I put it…”

“Pinkie! Unless you’re about to drop to your knees and open up, taking your fingers away from my cunt is just not going to get us anywhere!” Rainbow Dash all but howled, torn between screaming bloody murder at her and just shoving her own hands down there.

Looking back with a grin, Pinkie stuck out her tongue. “Too late! Emergency sex supplies, activate!” With a flourish she revealed what she had found and, evidently, prepared earlier. It was long, thick, and pink. It was hard, and it looked like a dick.

A big. Pink. Dick.

“...” Rainbow Dash stared at Pinkie, jaw hanging loose.

Pinkie beamed, and waved it. “It’s a-”

“Why the actual fuck do you have emergency sex supplies? No, wait, scratch that; why do you have emergency sex supplies in Canterlot? You don’t even come here that often!” Dash demanded. Horny as fuck she might be, but damn, there were limits to what she could just ignore for the sake of sex.

“Because I might need them, duh! Don’t worry, I made sure they’re all super duper magic-sterilised and safe!” Pinkie clarified, as if she had answered any possible worries her lover might have. She waved the synthetic fuckstick again.

Dash put her head in her hands, palms to face. “When would you ever need them?!”

“...” Pinkie blinked. “Uh... now?” she pointed out.

For a moment, Rainbow Dash’s jaw worked silently, chewing on an answer that made sense. Any answer. Yet all she could come up with was a graceful concession. “... fuck you.”

Pinkie giggled, and this time, it wasn’t all innocent joy. In her eyes was a gleam that rekindled the lust, set the flames burning inside her again. She leaned in close, their noses almost touching. Her hands lay around Dash’s hips, and something hard pressed into the hot wetness she had teased so much.

“Nu-uh, Dashie,” she cooed, nudging the tip of her strap-on between those succulent lips. 

For once, Dash simply dismissed her questions. When Pinkie had gotten the strap-on on, she had no idea, and she didn’t care. She just moaned.

“Fuck...” Pinkie pushed, and together they moaned as the pink head slipped in with a trace of leaking juices. “...You.”

Rainbow Dash gasped, and her legs almost buckled. Thick plastic, or rubber, or whatever the fuck it was, she didn’t care, because it was thick and it was spreading her pussy more than fingers ever could. She held onto Pinkie, clutching her, and fought to hold her composure. She was Rainbow Dash, and no way would Pinkie make her squeal without even thrusting!

It was a thought she held onto, even when Pinkie did thrust. She didn’t squeal, it was true; she moaned, louder than before, and her legs didn’t buckle, they spread. She felt hands settle under her rear as the pink toy plunged into her, and slowly her weight was being taken.

“Lay back and think of Equestria,” came Pinkie’s voice, the ever-present giggle that lay below the surface strained with the throes of lust as her end trembled with every twitch of Dash’s squirming inner walls. She couldn’t feel it, when Rainbow Dash squeezed with that juicy hole’s tight walls, but she got all she needed. The moan alone was worth every iota of effort, and she pumped her hips for a moment to get another. “Or think of Cloudsdale. Oh, or you could think of me!”

Legs toned with athletic muscle suddenly moved, Rainbow Dash’s weight thrown against the wall and securing herself to Pinkie. The baker swayed, eyes wide, a gasp on her lips as the tremors of movement ran down their toy. She held still, but she felt it, as the strap-on was drawn deeper into the eager womanhood given over to her to ravish. In, she pumped, until at last she pulled out. The tight hole resisted, squeezing down, a vice trying to keep itself filled, and it made them both moan as Pinkie shifted and moved, gyrating herself as if she had to work herself free.

“Pinkie,” moaned Rainbow Dash, her voice breathless with lust, and she jerked her hips fowards. Try as she might, with her legs curled around Pinkie and holding them close, she found her lover’s hands holding her back from their bodies meeting at that most sensitive of spots between them.

“That’s my name!” With a thrust of her hips and a shudder of movement, Pinkie bounced her. Up went Dash, sliding back to reveal arousal-slickened pinkness. “Ooh~ I’d say don’t wear it out, but I’m worried I might do that to you!”

A horny grin spread across Dash’s lust-addled face, and she finally let out the squeal she had been holding in. “Fuck yeah, mm, wear me out! G-go harder!” she demanded. “Faster!”

Silently Pinkie complied, the pace of their fuckery growing by the moment. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the alleyway, and their moans grew together, neither alone in the lust they verbalised, such that any listener would have trouble telling them apart.

Pinkie pounded, bouncing and thrusting, forcing her faux-cock into Dash with a speed and energy only someone with sugar for blood could manage. Not a hint of tiredness marred her features, as she pressed her lips to Dash’s, and they kissed in the midst of their lustful act, the illicitness of turning a city alleyway into their own private show delighting something in them both.

Rainbow Dash tightened her grip as she was impaled again, throwing her head back to howl her pleasure, slapping her crotch to Pinkie’s, and loosened in time to let Pinkie pull out. Almost out, at least, the tip remaining forever buried within her, parting her lips. Those lips ran down the length of fake plastic dick, squeezing, tight, as the pleasure grew. Each time they met, lips above and hips below, the burning core of orgasmic pressure grew. How long they went at it, neither knew. 

Everything was lost in a haze, as they danced far more intimately than they ever had before. The end buried inside Pinkie quivered and shook, each movement born of the pace of their lovemaking and the writhing of Rainbow Dash in the throes of passion.

The pressure grew, and neither said a word. They didn’t need to.  Their lips locked, and they met with a final slap of their hips. On orgasmic highs, they parted their lips and screamed…

Rainbow Dash wasn’t sure how long she lay there, or how long she had been cuddling against Pinkie. Except it wasn’t cuddling, because she was Rainbow Dash, and she doesn’t do cuddling. Whatever it was, they were doing it on the floor of the alleyway, neither of them knew when they had hit the ground, and she was groping Pinkie’s tits as they did it without caring one wit about it.

‘S’ been a good date,’ she decided, post-orgasmic funk leaving her thoughts slow. At least until she felt those lips on her cheek, and then her mouth, and then she was thinking very fast again. Nothing could instill energy like a kiss from Pinkie Pie.

“Pinkie,” she breathed when they parted, lips quivering. It was just the cold Canterlot air, she told herself, and ignored that it was summer. “That was... fuck me, that was just…”

Pinkie booped her on the nose. “Already did, silly Dashie,” she giggled. She smiled, and everything Rainbow Dash knew she loved about Pinkie came to the forefront of her mind. That smile, right there, just held so much of it.

Grinning, Dash lazed there, letting her head rest against Pinkie’s. “Heh, yeah, you did.” Her eyes began to drift shut, enjoying the quiet, companionable silence they shared.

“Wanna go for round two back at the palace?”

Dash’s eyes snapped open. “Fuck yes,” she cheered. She gave Pinkie just a moment as she rose up, sweeping her girlfriend into her arms, and with a surge of will, the sky-born rose. Phantasmal wings sprouted at her ankles, glimmering in the light with all the colours of the rainbow, and they exploded up into the air. The only sign of their passing was the distant squeal of delight as they flew, Pinkie’s joyous thrill reaching those below, and even attracting a few looks. A lucky few even got to discover something Rainbow Dash never would when they peered into the sky.

She had forgotten to put her panties back on.