Five Minute Break
A cool breeze blew through Pinkie Pie's mane as she lay her chin on her living room window sill. She sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying the last warm breeze of the year. Soon the pegasuses would start their snow clouds and they'd say farewell to fall. They'd been hard at work all day spreading the giant mass of white fluff the weather factory ponies had delivered early this morning.
Even though she wasn't the right kind of flying pony to help out with the clouds, Pinkie was super busy herself. She had been baking cupcakes, and cakes, and cookies, and croissants, and pies--even though those didn't begin with C--since this morning. It had been a nonstop whirlwind of mixing and kneading and rolling and dropping chocolate chips, but for the moment, she could relax. All her ovens were full and every scrap of flour, sugar, soda, and candy was mixed, chopped, kneaded, or poured. So she had time to just sit and watch all her friends working. And hope for a glimpse of Rainbow Dash.
She loved watching Rainbow work. It wasn't as exciting as when she did tricks and she didn't smile as much as when she was just playing around, but there was something about the way she moved when she was working. She wasn't like Thunderlane, all rigid and stiff, every move directed at getting the job done, nor was she like Blossomforth, adding flourishes for the sake of it. She was like the wind. She flowed from one cloud to another in an effortless dance with nature. Even when it seemed she had flown too far up or spun too much, she would tuck and roll or spin or pirouette and the earlier wasted move turned out to be exactly the thing she needed.
She loved dancing with Rainbow. Her Dashie could take a flank check and keep right on going. None of the others could really keep up with her. It was the best thing about Dashie: even when she couldn't keep up, she faked it. Maybe they'd be able to try another slow dance tonight. Those always ended up with one of them tripping over the other and they'd go down in a tangled mess of manes and legs and wings. Sometimes she could even steal a kiss.
Her eyes scanned the sky even as her ears twitched, listening for the buzzer that would mean her break was over. She saw streaks of yellow, purple, gray, blue, pink, but no multicolored blur that meant her pegasus was zipping along. Rainbow Dash must be wrangling winds or rustling clouds, or whatever it was she did when she was in charge.
A shadow fell as the cloud cover above her home was finally completed. She closed her eyes and hummed a soft goodbye to the last sunny day for the next three months. Later, she'd say hello to ice skating and snow ponies and sledding, but for now she remembered the warmth of the sun on her coat.
"Don't you have a cake to be frosting?" Her mouth split wide as she opened her eyes to see Rainbow Dash hovering in front of her. Dashie flashed her signature smirk then touched her nose to Pinkie's. Pinkie giggled as Dash jerked away and went crossed eyed. "What the...?"
Pinkie leaned forward, pulling herself onto the ledge. Her tongue shot out and lapped the dollop of icing off of Dashie's nose. "Mmmm, now it's twice as sweet!" Dash darted forward. Pinkie swallowed before she could steal the treat back, but Dash licked her cheek instead.
"You missed a spot."
Pinkie Pie giggled as Dash nibbled under her chin. "You did too," she said, pointing to a gap in the cloud cover.
Dash craned her neck around. "Nah, Cloudchaser's got that end covered. I'm totally free and clear until they finish." Wrapping her forelegs around Pinkie's neck, Dash drew closer and hugged her. "So it's just you being the lazy one right now."
Pinkie giggled again nipped Dash's ear. "I've got until the blueberry cupcakes finish baking." She pushed Dash back until she could stare into her eyes. Dashie had such pretty eyes, like the best combination of strawberries and cherries and Pinkie's own coat.
She lowered her lids halfway. Pinkie had practiced in front of a mirror after Dash had told her how awesome it looked. It was hard to tell if she was getting it right. Sometimes she just ended up making faces. The way Dash's mouth dropped opened was all she needed to see.
Pinkie leaned further out the window, bracing herself on Dash. Her eyes closed slowly as she stretched forward putting more and more of her weight on the flier. They both bobbed and swayed with each beat of Rainbow's wings. She could feel the other mare's heart speeding as their faces drew closer. Her lips made contact, a little high and to the right.
Cracking her eyes to adjust her aim, she could see Rainbow's cheeks reddening The other mare's mouth hung open, her lips quivering slightly as she tentatively closed around nothing. Pinkie pressed her lips against Dash's, trying her best to support her own weight. Without waiting, she thrust her tongue into Rainbow's mouth and moaned.
Her eyes flew open as she started to fall. Her shriek was stifled as Dash caught her. The other mare's face was bright red. "Um, you surprised m--"
Pinkie pulled Rainbow in close and pressed her lips against Dash's muzzle once again. It was hard to find her lips, her flying had grown jerky and erratic. Once more her tongue quested forwards, this time meeting Dash's. A soft moan from her Rainbow--
"Hey, Rainbow Da-- Oops, sorry." Flitter's voice made them both open their eyes. Dash's brows drew together in frustration. Pinkie just smiled, her slight nod wasn't even needed.
Dash gave her a slight push, helping her hind hooves touch the floor again before turning. "What's up?"
"We got all the clouds in position, we just need to get the winds fixed and we'll be ready to start the snowfall." Flitter's eyes darted over to Pinkie, giving her a nervous smile. "Um, sorry."
"It's okay! Besides--" A buzzing from inside drew Pinkie's attention. "I've gotta go anyway. Those cakes won't frost themselves!" As she threw herself down the stairs, she called over her shoulder. "Yet!"