> Zecora Tries Her Hoof At Clop
>  by Esle Ynopemos
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> (Prologue)
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In the seedier part of Ponyville, where shops are not painted quite as brightly, and dim shades are drawn over windows, there is a bookstore.  This is not the same kind of bookstore a pony might expect to find in a more respectable part of town.  This is rather the type of bookstore that is right at home nestled between the decaying laundromat and the abandoned movie theater where one could find it.
If a pony were to enter through the dark-tinted glass door of this bookstore, they would be regarded disinterestedly by the proprietor, an older stallion with a deep orange coat and a slicked back graying mane.  The proprietor would not likely say much, if asked a question, instead giving a grunt before turning his attention back to his newspaper.
A pony, upon entering such an establishment, would be greeted with the musty smell of yellowing pages.  Shelves of cheap paperbacks occupy the center of the store, their spines proclaiming lurid titles like “Riding Hard at Sunset” and “Diaries of a Filly-fooler.”  The white tile floor, though clean, would nevertheless stick to a pony's hooves as though juice had been spilled there at some point in the past.
Nearer to the counter, where the owner of the bookstore would still be passively nursing his mug of coffee, a few racks of... “novelties” can be found.  Some of the toys are clearly meant to be gag gifts and nothing else, being far too outlandish to ever actually be used.  Others appear to have a more practical application in mind in their design.
Along the far wall, more books line the racks.  If a pony were to have frequented this establishment often enough, they might notice that the owner tends to keep the more bawdy titles in the center shelves while a few of the more reserved ones end up back here.
About midway between the third and fourth dividers on this back wall, wedged between one book with a unicorn drawn on the spine and another entitled “Wallop My Whithers,” a pony might find a plain, blue-covered tome.  At the right angle in the light, stripes would appear to flash across the cover.
If a pony were to try and crack this striped book open, the proprietor would likely growl at them, insisting that they pay for the book before reading it.  At only three bits, it is not a huge investment, and if so inclined, such a book may provide a pony with an interesting diversion for a few hours.
Upon paying for the book, a pony would no doubt take their prize home with them. They would likely wait until they have a little bit of privacy before digging it out of their saddlebag and opening to the first page.
> Chapter 1: And Twilight Likes to Be On Top
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Since you are reading this book, I will assume you agree
there are few better thrills than pornography.
While most would consider me a mild-mannered mare,
this particular passion I believe we share.

Before I begin, though, I must speak in all candor.
It is not my intention to write any slander.
I mean no offense with the words that I write.
So please do not sue poor Zecora, all right?

This story is about six lovely mares
who together have faced dragons, demons and bears.
While few could deny the strength of their bonds,
fewer still could have guessed what their friendship had spawned.
For mares of their age, well, they have certain needs.
And since this is clop, I think you know where this leads.

We open our tale with the lovely Twilight,
who was not feeling so lovely after a long, sleepless night.
She'd been tossing and turning all night in her bed.
“What the hay's wrong with me?” poor Twilight said.

“No sooner than I close my eyes,
do I picture myself between Pinkie's thighs!
The trick to good sleep is to keep your mind blank,
which is hard when I keep imagining AJ smacking my flank!”

She moaned as the sun announced it was now day.
“I guess I wasn't getting any sleep, anyway.”
Four purple hooves took her down each stair.
Breakfast was made in cast-iron cookware.
A tongue tasted little as teeth chewed the food,
while a brain churned out thoughts licentious and lewd.

“How am I to enjoy my spinach and clover
when all I can think of is Fluttershy bending over?
It's really quite maddening, I've had quite enough.
There must be a book on this kind of stuff.”

She left her breakfast half-finished on the table
to sort through her books and see if she was able
to find a cure, or at least to explain
these thoughts that had plagued her and frazzled her mane.

She found no answers in Rare Pony Maladies,
nor in The Medicinal Anthologies.
Frustrated, she discarded tome after tome
until great piles of books littered her home.
“Gah! How can so many books fail
to explain why I want to sniff Rainbow Dash's tail?”

“You want to do what?” asked her assistant, Spike.
Twilight's face went dark red in a way she did not like.
“Ngk—nothing!” the unicorn said.
Her cheeks were still flushed with a very deep red.

Spike shrugged, “Whatever,” and went on his way.
He did not feel like dealing with crazies today.

The door swung open, a pony stepped inside.
This pony was Pinkie Pie, and she was grinning wide.
“Howdy!” the pink party pony pronounced.
She giggled and grinned as she bounded and bounced.

“Pinkie Pie's here,” Spike announced with a shout.
He pushed past the door.  “And I'm headed out.”

“Right, right,” said Twilight, “Have a good day.
Oh! Can you pick up a new inkwell on your way?”

“Sure,” said the dragon.  “I'll be back before dark.”
And he took off in the direction of the park.

Pinkie Pie came in, her blue eyes gleaming bright.
“Good morning!” she said to her good friend Twilight.
“I was just passing some party invites around.
This one is yours—hey, what's got you so down?”

“That's just it,” Twilight said, “I haven't a clue!
Lately, I've been having weird dreams about you,
and Applejack, and Rarity, and tubs of whipped cream,
and we do such strange things with each other in my dream!
I can think of no curse, no flu, no pox,
that would make me keep picturing Rarity taking off her socks.
Something must be wrong with me, I just don't know what...”
The librarian trailed off, distracted by her friend's butt.

Pinkie laughed.  “Silly filly!  You don't know what's going on?
You're horny! You're randy!  You, my friend, are turned on!
There's one sure solution to this problem you vex.
You need to get laid; you and I should have sex!”

“What!?” Twilight sputtered, “I think I didn't quite hear—”
She was cut off abruptly with a nibble at her ear.
Something inside of her melted to mush
as she felt a tongue give her earlobe a push.

She pulled back to be met with a half-lidded stare.
Twilight locked eyes with the beautiful mare.
“Ahem,” she coughed, a flush heating her face.
“We probably shouldn't do it in this place.
Too many open windows, you know?”
Pinkie's grin widened.  “I know just where to go!”

Up the stairs the pair went, clop, clop, clop, clop.
The door to the bedroom was up at the top.
Shutters were drawn, the door locked securely.
“Is this private enough?” Pinkie purred demurely.

A thick fog of lust filled the purple mare's head.
So addled, she pushed Pinkie onto her bed.
Something quite primitive, animal and base
put a wicked sneer on the unicorn's face.

The pastry chef giggled and gave her a wink.
She waggled her rump.  “So, what do you think?”
“I think,” said Twilight, climbing onto the sheet,
“that we have some experiments to complete.”

She straddled her friend, placed a hoof on each hip.
The smooth pink coat caused her eyelids to dip.
Her friend was silky and soft to the touch.
Twilight's pulse quickened; this all was too much.

Pink hooves ran up her sides, they groped and caressed.
The librarian buried her face into her friend's chest.
She kissed the pink mass, then drew back a bit.
There was something to what she tasted, what was it?
It wasn't sweat, nor sugar, this was something new.
“Is that... apples that I taste on you?”

“Oh, that,” Pinkie said with a sheepish sigh.
“Last night I got into some Apple Pie.”
“Oh no,” Twilight tittered, “that simply won't do.
I'll just have to lick the apples off of you!”

The pink pony giggled as the unicorn worked.
The tongue ran over her as she squirmed and jerked.
Up her chest, down each leg, Twilight was very thorough.
Saving for last Pinkie's puffy pink furrow.

The pink mare's forehead had a thin sheen of sweat.
'Round her crotch, her coat was sticky and wet.
A hot, musky scent rose into the air.
There could be no doubt that it came from the mare.
Twilight perched between her thighs, licking her lips
as Pinkie suggestively rolled her hips.

The purple mare needed no more invitation.
She dove forward and commenced with their fornication.
Pinkie's flavor, she found, was not as sugary
as she had expected the flavor to be.
Rather, a tangy, sour-ish zest
watered her mouth and inflated her chest.

Her tongue flittered among fleshy flaps.
Pinkie Pie moaned in between Twilight's laps.
“Oh,” she said softly, then said “oh,” once more.
“Oh,” a bit louder, and “Oh!” made it four.

Pinkie's breaths grew shorter, she shuddered and stirred.
“Nnnh! Please keep going!” came Pinkie's gasped words.
Twilight wrapped her hooves around pink flanks for more leverage
and took a deep slurp of her new favorite beverage.

The librarian pushed harder, thrust deeper inside.
Pinkie Pie twisted, she groaned and she sighed.
Her eyes lost focus and rolled back in her head.
She arched her back, lifting clean off the bed.

There are a few true facts about the pink party mare.
She loves to eat cake, and hides candy in her hair.
She loves her little pet alligator, Gummy,
and at night hugs him close up to her tummy.
Her favorite party decoration is the streamer,
and when she orgasms, Pinkie's a screamer.

Twilight put a hoof to her ear.
She briefly wondered if she could still hear.
To her relief, it turned out that she could,
for she heard her friend gasp, “Wow, Twilight, you're good!”

The Princess' Pupil wiped cum from her muzzle,
and slumped forward to be greeted by a tender nuzzle.
“Uh-uh,” said Pinkie, “We aren't done just yet.
Not till my good friend's needs have been met!”
With surprising agility and grace.
she brought Twilight's nethers up to her face.

"Uhhh,” Twilight gurgled as Pinkie took to her toil.
Somewhere within, something started to boil.
Pinpricks ran up and down Twilight's thighs.
“Oh, Celestia,” she purred as she closed her eyes.

Pinkie could do such great things with her tongue!
Heat burned past Twilight's stomach and filled up each lung
with a soft, airy moan that pushed at her throat.
The purple unicorn swooned.  Her head started to float.

Pinkie's tongue found its way to the purple mare's nub.
She sucked it and teased it and gave it a rub.
Starbursts exploded in Twilight's vision.
Her mind lost all semblance of reason or precision.
Her hips spasmed all on their own
while out of her mouth came a long, languid moan.

The pink pony's tongue lashed and it licked.
The purple mare's leg involuntarily kicked.
Twilight could not last any longer
against the attentions of the party-monger.

Where Pinkie had squealed, Twilight went silent.
Her breath caught, her shakes became almost violent.
Electric sparks ran up and down the mare's back.
She lost all sensation, her vision went black.
Twilight collapsed in a heap on the bed.
“Hooray, problem solved!” Pinkie Pie said.

The lavender mare replied to her fellow:
“Mrf mff m-mrff!” (She spoke into her pillow.)
She took a satisfied breath, long and deep.
She could feel the sweet siren call of sleep.

Pinkie Pie giggled and gave her plot a slap.
“We should change these sheets before you take a nap!”
Twilight muttered and rolled off of the covers.
The stained sheets folded between the two lovers.

Fresh bedding was fetched from out of the drawers.
“I need a shower,” Pinkie said, “Can I use yours?”

The librarian nodded and climbed into bed.
Sleepy warm-fuzzies weighed down her head.
Between her all-nighter and all of their fun,
Twilight was asleep before Pinkie's shower was done.
> Chapter 2: Fluttershy is an Animal in Bed
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Out at the edge of Ponyville
was a humble cottage up on a small hill.
It wasn't big, but was cozy, friendly and quaint.
The sun shone cheerful upon its bright paint.

Perched on its roof were all manner of birds.
Beneath it, in burrows, bunnies gathered in herds.
Outside, a low fence formed a loop
around a happily clucking chicken coop.
Past the cottage, the road turned around a bend
and went into the Everfree, its eventual end.

Owls, badgers, foxes and mice,
creatures of all kinds called this place paradise.
Such care for the fauna would all signify
that this was the home of one Fluttershy.

The pony herself was doing something rare.
It was not often she took to the air.
While most pegasi loved flying around,
Fluttershy usually stuck to the ground.
But today she was busily pushing a shroud
of water vapor—she was building a cloud.

Any pegasus pony has the power
to work weather around to cause a rain shower.
But Fluttershy had had so little practice.
“Oh,” she complained, “I'm not very good at this.”
The cloud that she'd built was soggy and frumpy.
It sagged on one side and its corners were lumpy.

With a dissatisfied frown on her face,
she gave up and pulled what she had into place.
The not-quite-a-cloud hung over her abode.
She came in the window and looked out at the road.

The pegasus waited and tried to sit still
as she looked out her window, leaning on the sill.
The cloud (if it could be called one, indeed)
was a signal to a friend that she was in need.
She'd never used it before.  She began to fidget.
It had been so long.  Would Rainbow Dash forget?

Her answer came gleaming in the sky.
A rainbow trail cut through the air up high.
The rainbow arched downwards, buzzing the ground.
'Shy stepped back a bit; Rainbow wasn't slowing down.

The window flew apart with a terrific crash.
In tumbled a tangled ball of Rainbow Dash.
The blue pegasus rolled to a crouch,
to find her yellow friend cowering on the couch.

Dash snorted, “What's wrong, Fluttershy?
Did somepony hurt you?  Show me the guy!”
Rainbow Dash looked around for signs of trouble.
Her hoof pawed at the floor, kicking up window-rubble.

Fluttershy waved her hooves.  “No, I'm not hurt at all!”
Though now she had a new hole in her wall.
“Please calm down! I promise I'm all right.”
Rainbow's nostrils flared.  She'd expected a fight.

The blue mare stood up.  “Are you sure you're okay?
When I saw your cloud, I came straight away.”

Fluttershy's confidence ebbed, she started to stall.
“I'm sorry, maybe this wasn't a good idea, after all.”

Rainbow stepped forward.  “Hey, what's the matter?
The yellow mare's pulse pounded, pitter-patter.
Fluttershy winced and hid under her wing.
In a small, quiet voice, she muttered something.

Blue ears perked forward.  “Can you speak up, Flutter?”
she asked the pony the color of butter.
“I think I may have something in my ear.
You'll have to speak louder if you want me to hear.”

Fluttershy tried once more.  She spoke very slow.
“Do you remember that time a few months ago?
You came to my cottage and stayed overnight,
and then-” she blushed and her lips closed tight.

“Remember?” Dash smiled.  “How could I not?
The stuff we did then, geez, it was hot!”
The blue pegasus let herself reminisce.
Then her eyes went wide.  “Hang on, is this...
Fluttershy, is this a booty-call?”
Fluttershy went pale.  “No!  Not that at all!”

She stammered, “I-I just wanted to talk about that night,
and then, maybe later, if it was all right,
we could...” the mare paused a moment, “Oh, my!
It is a booty-call,” said a shocked Fluttershy.

Rainbow Dash laughed.  “And I'll gladly heed
the call of a friend so desperately in need!”

Fluttershy blushed.  “Dash, I'm so sorry!
You don't have to do... that... for me.”

A rainbow mane whipped as Dash shook her head.
“Why wouldn't I want to?” the pegasus said.
Her lips curled into a lascivious sneer.
“Should we head for the bed, or just do it down here?”

Fluttershy looked at the glass shards on her floor.
“I think I would like the bed a bit more.”

Dash glanced sheepishly at the hole in the wall.
“Oh yeah.  Sorry about your window and all.”

The yellow pegasus shook her head.  “That's okay.
I shouldn't have made you worry that way.
It shouldn't be too hard to fix, I think.”
She changed topics.  “I'm thirsty.  Would you like a drink?”

Rainbow Dash smacked her lips.  “My mouth is a bit dry.
And I'll need it limber for what we're gonna try.”
Fluttershy chewed her lip and took to the kitchen at a trot.
She smiled as she caught Dash staring at her plot.

A few glasses emptied between the two mares
along with stories, laughter, and a few lusty stares.
“...And then,” Dash said, “you did that thing with your hooves.
Man, not even Wonderbolts have those kinds of moves!”

Fluttershy finished her glass and set it down on the table.
She steadied herself as well as she was able.
She wobbled and craned her neck forward a bit,
and whispered, “I'm tipsy enough now.  Let's do it!”

“Tipsy?” Rainbow asked, raising her brow.
“We've just been drinking water, I don't see how-”
“Hard water,” 'Shy interrupted, unusually brash.
She tottered toward the bedroom.  “Are you coming, Dash?”

Rainbow Dash didn't need to be told again.
She zipped to the bedroom.  Fluttershy showed her in.
She had only a second to look around the place
before her friend planted two hooves on her face.

Fluttershy had been waiting for this.
She gave Rainbow Dash a long, tender kiss.
A pair of yellow lips met a pair that were blue.
Each soft lip parted to let wet tongues through.
Pinpricks tingled beneath her coat.
A hungry growl built in Fluttershy's throat.
She gave Rainbow Dash a playful bite.
“Now, get on the bed.  ...That is, if that's all right.”

Rainbow Dash did just as her friend said.
She sprawled herself out upon Fluttershy's bed.
Fluttershy took a breath as she looked upon the mare
from her sleek cyan curves to her chromatic hair.
Soft yellow wings spread, and left her no doubt.
She wanted to rut this mare, inside and out.

It would sound too aggressive to say Fluttershy pounced,
but when she 'alighted' on the bed, the bed bounced.
Rainbow Dash breathlessly gasped, “Woah, nelly!”
as Fluttershy wrapped her rear legs around her belly.

The yellow mare hummed like a meadow lark
as her hooves gently tickled Dash's cutie mark.
Her blue friend nickered and squirmed beneath.
She nipped at Fluttershy's tail with her teeth.
Dash gave her pink tail a few playful yanks.
The yellow mare gasped and squeezed Dash's flanks.

The sticky scent of arousal filled the air
as Fluttershy straddled the sky-colored mare.
She looked down with a grin; Rainbow's blossom had flowered.
Ponies eat flowers—Fluttershy devoured.

“Oh, holy—nyyyuh!” Rainbow said with a start.
'Shy may not make good clouds, but she had this down to an art.
Fluttershy's lips massaged, her tongue brushed and flit
across Rainbow Dash's swollen wet clit.

Dash moaned and her hips started to buck
as Fluttershy gave her nub a suck.
The prismatic pegasus threw her head back.
Her eyes squeezed shut as her jaw went slack.

Fluttershy varied her rhythm—one long stroke, then a flick.
Dash's hoof slipped off the bed with an unconscious kick.
The yellow mare nibbled the Best Young Flier of Equestria,
who cried out hoarsely, “Ohh,  sweet Celestia!”

Fluttershy could feel her friend go rigid and tight.
Rainbow Dash was close to the edge, all right.
She pressed a yellow hoof against Dash's abdomen
and changed up her tempo once again.

Flicker, flicker, stroke, and that was enough.
Rainbow's lungs emptied in an ecstatic puff.
Her wings flared ramrod-straight,
arching her back beneath her mate.
Her legs stretched outwards as far as they would go.
She screamed loudly, "Ahh, ahh... Ooooohhh!"

Fluttershy only let her friend rest for a moment.
She was finding it difficult to be very patient.
She grinned wildly. “If it's all right with you,
I hope that you're ready for round two.”

She swung her hindleg over Dash's thigh
and pressed her hips against her friend's with a sigh.
Loins pressed against one another for all they were worth.
The pegasi started rocking their hips back and forth.
Soft fleshy lips made wet sticky noises
accompanied by moans in the two ponies' voices.

Fluttershy felt a familiar warm glow
in the pit of her stomach starting to grow.
She breathed deeply as she rocked her hips.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips.
'Shy could still taste Dash's sharp flavor.
She was glad she'd been bold enough to ask her this favor.

As she thrust forward, yellow wings beat the air,
whipping gusts of wind through her long pink hair.
Several strands blew across her face.
She lifted a hoof to tuck them back into place.

Rainbow Dash bucked hard and grinned.
'Shy lost the concentration to defend her mane against the wind.
She dropped her hooves to steady herself.
Her wingbeats knocked a picture off a nearby shelf.

Every beat of her wings lifted her into the air.
Between the beats, gravity drove her into the blue mare.
Heat spread through Fluttershy's body like a fire.
It leapt into her wings, driving her even higher.

She felt her head touch the ceiling.
Every feather she had was tingling.
Rainbow Dash hung below her upside-down.
With the noise she made, it was good they were at the edge of town.
Rainbow sucked a ragged breath in.
“Dear Celestia,” she gasped, “I'm c-coming again!”

Vertigo swam around Fluttershy's head.
Her wingbeats erratic, she lowered them both to the bed.
The way she was beginning to swoon,
Fluttershy could tell she too would climax soon.

She squeezed her eyes shut and chewed on her lip.
She felt Rainbow go stiff as a board against her hip.
The sudden jolt pushed Fluttershy over the edge.
Ecstasy struck the yellow mare like a sledge.

Fluttershy curled forward as her muscles contracted.
Not that Rainbow noticed—she was similarly distracted.
A bead of sweat glistened on Fluttershy's cheek
as she uttered Equestria's tiniest, purest squeak.

It was a long time before the mares could move once more.
Even then, they laid still until there was a knock at the door.
Fluttershy's ears perked up as she lifted her head.
“Who could that be?” the pink-maned pegasus said.

Rainbow wrapped her hooves around her.  “No, stay.
Maybe if we stay quiet, they'll go away.”
Fluttershy paused to consider this for a minute or four.
Such a tactic had certainly worked for her before.

The door knocked again, and Fluttershy shook her head.
“It's not nice to keep them waiting,” she said, rolling off of the bed.
She made it three steps before tripping over her hoof.
Her legs buckled beneath her.  “Oh my... oof!”
Fluttershy tumbled onto the floor.
Her legs were too wobbly to walk anymore.

Fluttershy blew her mane out of her face.  “Oh dear.”
She giggled, “Rainbow, would you mind helping me out, here?”

Rainbow said, “What makes you think I can help you?
I'm all limp and wobbly, too!”

The yellow mare apologized, “I'm sorry, I just thought
the Best Young Flier would be quicker on the recovery... I guess not.”

Rainbow Dash opened one eye.
Was she getting lip from Fluttershy?
She rolled over and spread her wings in the air
and fluttered unsteadily over to the yellow mare.

With a few more stumbles between the two mares,
they made it out of the bedroom and back down the stairs.
'Shy rested her hoof on the door with a contented sigh,
then pushed it open to reveal Pinkie Pie.

“Fluttershy!” she greeted, “And Rainbow Dash, too!
I've got a couple party invitations for you!”

“A party?” Fluttershy asked.
Pinkie nodded.  “That's right!
In Applejack's barn, at seven thirty tonight!”

“Uh, Pinkie,” Dash said, “does Applejack know it's in her barn?”
Pinkie thought for a moment.  “...Oh, darn.”

Pinkie Pie rubbed a hoof on her chin.
Then her face split into a wide grin.
“Applejack is next to get an invite, anyway.
I'll ask her then if we can use her barn today!”

Rainbow Dash perked up.  She stretched out a wing.
“Mind if I come with?  AJ was gonna lend me something.
That is, unless,” she said, pausing at the door,
“Fluttershy, did you need anything more?”

The yellow pegasus gave a smile sweet and wide.
“No, Rainbow Dash, I'm quite satisfied.
Go on ahead, if you want, and have fun.
I have a little cleanup to get done.”

“Well, if that's it,” Pinkie said, “then let's go!”
She cantered out the door, followed by Rainbow.
“We're off to Sweet Apple Acres next.
By the way, Dashie, you smell just like sex!”

Rainbow Dash grinned sheepishly. “Heh, you're right.
I'll go find a raincloud real quick.  Hang tight!”
The blue winged pegasus shot off into the air.
She came back a minute later with soggy, damp hair.
She shook herself off, whipping water droplets to and fro.
“Alright, Pinkie, I'm ready to go!”
> Chapter 3: Rainbow Dash is In Over Her Head
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The walk to Sweet Apples was well-shaded by trees.
White blossoms were abuzz with yellow honey bees.
The sun-dappled hills were covered in green.
Rows of apple trees stretched as far as could be seen.

Nestled into the center of it all,
the red-painted farmhouse stood, proud and tall.
The sun gleamed off of the fresh white trim
in a friendly way that seemed to invite ponies in.
On the roof, speckled with red and brown,
was the morning's rooster, who had forgotten how to climb back down.

Rainbow Dash heard a cough from Pinkie Pie.
“So,” Pinkie said, “how was sex with Fluttershy?”

Rainbow sputtered and coughed and leaned on the gate.
“Um,” she said, “I mean, it was pretty great!”
No point in evasion, Rainbow opted to boast,
regaling Pinkie with tales of how she pleasured her host.
“...and so then, while we were hovering there,
pow! Both of us came in mid-air!”

Pinkie Pie bounced on the tips of her hooves.
“Wow, Dashie!  You should show me those moves!
How about when we're done talking with AJ,
you can show me what you did with Fluttershy today!”

Dash said, “Well, we can't do some of those things,
'cause only one of the two of us has wings.”
From around the corner came a resonant 'whack,'
announcing the presence of Applejack.

Pinkie and Dash found her beneath a great tree
that was thicker than an apple tree had any right to be.
Applejack glanced up. “Howdy! I'll be with y'all real quick.”
She faced away from the tree, lining up for a kick.

Rainbow stared up at the branches, baffled.
“Hey, AJ, I don't think this tree has any apples!”

“It don't,” said Applejack, “Not until fall.
I'm jus' keepin' myself in practice, is all.”
Her rear hooves connected solidly with the trunk,
which sounded out loud with a deep wooden 'thunk!'

Applejack grinned and wiped sweat from her brow.
“All right, I think I can take a break now.
Hi Rainbow, hey Pinkie, how are y'all today?
What brings the both of y'all out my way?”

Rainbow Dash spoke up before Pinkie.
“Twilight said you had a book for me.”

Applejack gave Dash a quizzical look.
“Did she happen ta mention what kind of book?”

“Something about Wild West pieslingers,” she said.
“Twilight said it was like the Daring Do books I read.”

“Billy the Colt!” AJ said.  “Fastest pies in the West!”
“That's the one!” said Rainbow.  “Thanks, you're the best!”

Pinkie burst out laughing.  “That's just silly!
The fastest Pie isn't a colt named Billy!”
She wiped a mirthful tear from her eye.
“That title belongs to my aunt Speedy Pie!
She's so quick, whenever she goes anywhere,
she finds out that she's already been there!”
She thought for a moment. “Although, Aunt Speedy lives in the east.
Maybe Billy's the fastest in the west, at least!”

Applejack and Rainbow both shared a look.
Applejack shrugged.  “Let's get ya that book.”
She led the both of them across the farm
and held the door open as she let them into the barn.

Inside, the air was dry and a bit musty.
The shelves and stalls were cluttered and dusty.
The floor was covered in piles of hay,
which an expert napper like Dash knew was a good place to lay.
Leaning up against the near wall
was a small bookshelf about half a pony tall.

The orange pony trotted up to the bookcase, stopped and turned.
“Actually, sugar, could ya maybe do me a small favor in return?”

Rainbow Dash nodded and smirked.  “Sure thing!
For my buddy Applejack, anything!”

“Jus' remember ya don't have to if ya'd rather.
See, the truth is, I've worked myself up a bit of a lather.
Farm work builds up certain needs, I find.
It'd be nice if ya'd help an ol' farm mare unwind.”

Dash frowned.  “I don't quite follow, I think.
Do you want me to get you some water to drink?”

AJ shook her head. “That ain't what I was tryin' ta say.
What I meant was, how's 'bout a roll in the hay?”

“Aw,” whined Pinkie, “But I just talked to Dashie,
and she said she was gonna do it with me!”

Dash's eyes widened.  Her cheeks turned a little red.
“Now hold on, Pinkie, I never said—”

Applejack's shoulders sagged in disappointment.
“That's okay.  If ya got a previous commitment...”

“Hey, I've got an idea!” said Pinkie, bouncing in the air.
“We'll both have some Dashie, we just gotta share!”

Rainbow Dash sputtered and coughed.  “What?!”
Sure, everypony wanted a piece of the Dash, but
she wasn't sure she could handle both AJ and Pinkie Pie.
Especially since she was still recovering from Fluttershy.
She coughed to clear her throat and spoke to the mares of orange and pink.
“I mean, that's cool and all, and I'd love to, but, uh, what would 'Shy think?”

Dash jumped in surprise as a soft voice came to her from behind.
“Oh, Rainbow, we're not exclusive.  Really, I don't mind.”
Smiling sweetly, Fluttershy stepped out from behind a bale of hay.
“Good luck, you two,” she said, “she's a pretty feisty lay!”

“F-Fluttershy?” Dash gasped, “I thought you were at your house!
“I was,” she replied, “but I needed to pick up something for Mr. Mouse,
so I followed you out. I hope that that's okay.”
'Shy turned to AJ. “Um, do you mind if I borrow a bit of hay?”

Applejack smirked, and leaned against the bookshelf.
“ 'Course not, sugarcube, go on an' help yourself.”

Fluttershy gathered some hay in her pack.
“I'll be going now. Thank you, Applejack.”

The three ponies watched Fluttershy go.
Applejack coughed into her hoof. “So...
It sounds like she don't mind a bit,
so then, Rainbow Dash, how's about it?”

Dash took a good look at her earth pony friends,
from their grinning, eager faces to their firm, round rear-ends.
Freckles, legs and dimples, that old hat and poofy hair.
She had to admit, they were quite an attractive pair.
But Fluttershy had left Rainbow fairly drained.
“I dunno, I'm pretty tired,” she explained.

AJ smiled sympathetically. “That's okay, I understand ya.
Not everypony has an earth pony's stamina.”

Dash's ears prickled up. “Hang on. What did you just say?
'Cause I've got more stamina than you any day!”

“Aw, don't take it like that,” the farmer said, “I'm just sayin',
some ponies can last longer than others when it comes to layin'.
Ain't no shame in it. You go on home an' get your rest.
I'm sure Pinkie's up to it.”
Pinkie giggled, “I'll do my best!”

Rainbow shook her head. “No. Now there's a point to be made.
Until you've been with the Dash, you fillies haven't really been laid!”
She stretched her front legs, then stretched her back,
and shot a smoldering glare at Applejack.
“Well?” demanded the athletic pegasus.
“Come on, where are we gonna do this?”

Applejack whooped and Pinkie let out a cheer.
“Follow me, y'all,” said AJ, “I got a great spot over here!”
The three climbed up a ladder into the hay loft,
which was piled high with yellow bales fluffed to be extra soft.

“Ooh, it's soft and bouncy,” Pinkie said, poking at the hay.
“This'll be even better than out in the field yesterday!”

Rainbow Dash shivered as a hoof traced slowly along her side.
Applejack grinned as arousal propped Dash's wings open wide.
Her freckles danced with the corners of her grin.
“Now then,” said AJ, “Why don't we begin?”

Pinkie's tail brushed lightly across Rainbow's hips
as she whirled around to plant a playful peck on Dash's lips.
Rainbow whinnied softly as AJ nipped her neck,
which prodded Pinkie to continue with another tiny peck.
Applejack gave her a gentle nuzzle
while Pinkie nickered and licked Rainbow's muzzle.

Dash's eyelids sank as she was nibbled and teased.
A moan escaped her as her friends did as they pleased.
Hang on now, she thought to herself, don't be lame.
I'm the one supposed to make them moan out my name!

Rainbow shook her wings with a sudden, quick flap,
giving both of her friends' rumps a good slap.
She made a quick lunge at the nearest mare,
tackling Applejack in a cloud of yellow hay and hair.

Applejack's hat fell over her eyes
as Rainbow stroked her hooves across AJ's thighs.
“Whoa nelly!” she breathed, relenting to the attack
of vicious kisses and licks Dash peppered on Applejack.

Rainbow pressed her advantage, grinning.
This was a game that she loved winning.
But her plan to rut AJ till she was blind
was interrupted when Pinkie Pie came up from behind.

Dash tried to keep her concentration, but couldn't prevail
once Pinkie got a hold of her tail.
Half in arousal, half in surprise,
Rainbow Dash yelped aloud and closed her eyes.
Her ears twitched and sweat formed on her brow.
Pinkie sniffed and licked her lips. “I think she's ready, now.”

Rainbow opened her eyes to see AJ
pull a lasso out from under the hay.
Using the best of her rodeo moves,
she looped the rope over Dash's hooves.
A startled yell issued from the mare
as Applejack pulled on the rope and hoisted her into the air.

Rainbow Dash shouted, “What the hay?”
Her struggling sent her swinging every which way.

Applejack steadied her with a hoof. “Just hang tight.”
She smiled. “Ya trust me an' Pinkie, right?
We thought we might make this a bit more interestin',”
Applejack said, her smile widening into a grin.

Dash thought for a moment, then nodded her head.
“Yeah, I trust both of you,” Rainbow Dash said.
“Besides,” she reasoned, “it only proves
I can handle two mares while hanging upside-down by my hooves!”

“Yay! That's the spirit!” Pinkie Pie cheered.
She hopped in excitement as Applejack leered.

AJ leaned in and whispered so Rainbow Dash heard,
“All right, sugarcube, 'Iron Pony' is the safe word.”
With that, and a quick nibble on her ear,
she spun Dash around to face the mare's rear.

Rainbow found herself facing a mass of bright pink
which pounced on her lips before she could think.
In came Pinkie's tongue, dexterous and eager.
The inside of Dash's mouth seemed to intrigue her.
Rainbow Dash practically ran out of air
making out with the pink-maned party mare.

Rainbow's tail swished to and fro.
Her cheeks took on a warm red glow.
While her and Pinkie's lips were joined,
she felt Applejack's hoof snake to her groin.

“Ah!” Rainbow gasped, heaving her chest
as Applejack gently rubbed and pressed
her hoof against Dash's supple flesh,
prompting her into lustful moans afresh.

“Unh,” she said, “please, keep doing that.”
Applejack grinned and adjusted her hat.

“Doin' what?” she asked, “Ya mean this?”
Dash's body was wracked with pure bliss.
AJ's hoof was surprisingly gentle for a farm-mare.
Each stroke made Dash more keenly aware
of the knot of lust building inside her,
beginning small and growing wider.

At her other end, Pinkie wasn't done with her yet.
Her tongue pressed forward, long and wet.
She licked up and down Rainbow's exposed throat
as Rainbow's head began to float.

Dash's wings flapped of their own accord
as Pinkie's tongue prodded and explored.
Between Pinkie's tongue and Applejack's hoof,
she forgot herself, hanging in ecstasy from the roof.

“Ohh, Celestia!” Rainbow Dash moaned.
“Hee, I think she's close,” Pinkie intoned.

This prompted AJ to work more quickly.
Her hoof slid between Dash's folds slickly.
With every stroke, her hoof found Dash's nub.
With a deft twist, she gave it a rub.

Drops of Dash's sex dripped to the floor.
Finally, she could take no more.
Her friends could tell her moment had arrived
as she screamed aloud, and twisted and writhed.
The pegasus cried out until she was breathless,
then hung from her rope, utterly senseless.
Her satisfied grin trailed a line of drool.
All she could think was, That was totally, awesomely cool!

The next Rainbow knew, she was upside-down no more.
She found herself lying on the floor.
Dash looked up to see, standing above her,
a pair of earth ponies, and each was her lover.
“Hey,” she said, and grinned sleepily.
“We didn't bang her to death!” cheered Pinkie gleefully.

“Hey, sugarcube,” said AJ, “y'allright?
Ya passed out, an' gave Pinkie an' me a fright!”

Rainbow Dash stretched. “Yeah, I'm just fine.”
She twisted her back and stretched out her spine.
She waved off her friends' looks of concern.
“All right,” she said, “now it's your turn.”

AJ smiled. “Naw, that's all right.
It sounds like there might be time fer that tonight.”
She gave Rainbow Dash a bemused look.
“Fer now, you've more'n earned that book.”

“Tonight?” asked Rainbow, perking one ear.
“Yeah, Pinks told me 'bout the party happenin' here.
It's an idea I reckon's pretty great.”
Pinkie Pie bounced. “I really can't wait!”

Rainbow Dash paused with a blink.
“Wait... it's what kind of party?” she asked the mare in pink.

“The kind that's super-duper fun, of course!”
Pinkie wielded her biggest grin with full force.

A hearty laugh came from Applejack.
“What I said 'bout yer stamina? I take it back!
Ya sure as hay got moxie; ya'd hafta,
to go down on us an' Fluttershy knowin' there's more to come after!
Anyway, here's your book,” Applejack said.
She handed her a dusty book that was clearly well-read.

Applejack herded Pinkie and Dash to the door.
“I better get busy cleanin' this barn up before
y'all show up. Y'all have a great day!”
She turned to start sweeping up the loose hay.

Dash whimpered. She felt unsturdy.
Pinkie waved. “Bye, Dashie! See you again at seven thirty!”