> That's a Lot to Digest
>  by SixUnderscore
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> Chapter 1
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Dry heat clung to the air of the sandy and arid desert, vacant of any life save for a few vultures,  lizards or armadillos seeking refuge from the heat under the shade of the cactus and other vegetation scattered along the sand and dirt of the ground. Estranged from the usual wildlife of the environment, the ground gradually rumbled  from the movement of a large,  lime-green armored tank rolling along the rough terrain. Its charcoal dark tracks made a loud clacking with each churn forward across the rough desert sand, showing no signs of stopping despite having no clear destination it drove toward. Though the driver of the armored vehicle remained to be unseen, a pair of thin amber hands clutched for dear life onto the back of the vehicle. They pulled their way up from the back until the woman climbing along the surface managed to hoist herself up, dropping her chest onto the top of the vehicle to catch her breath. 
Adorned in an olivine vest, pale leggings and tall hikers boots, the woman clutched onto the shaking tank to ensure she didn’t fall off. A slight breeze combined with the momentum of the vehicle blew up her black and gray hair, causing a small updraft to lift the tan pith helmet off of her head. Her right hand darted up into the air and caught the helmet at the last second, securing it to her head as if her life was tied to it. Still holding onto the tank, she reached into the pocket on the left breast of her shirt and pulled out a small sticky substance with a fuse attached to it. Striking a match and lighting the end of the fuse, she leaned her head away before the putty exploded just enough to loosen the sides of tank’s hatch, so she could pry the cap open and peer inside at the driver behind the wheel. 
“It’s over, Stalwart Stallion!” she shouted into the tank, causing a man with flattened dark hair and pencil moustache and beard to look up at her with a scowl, “Now hand over the idol and nobody has to get hurt.”
“The only one of us getting hurt will be you, Daring Do!” Stalwart exclaimed back at her while keeping his hands at the controls of the tank, “Once I unlock the secrets of this idol, I shall gain control of all the elements of the world, and rule over it as its one true king! No one will be able to stop me!”
“I gave you a chance to surrender peacefully. But now — thankfully — things are going to have to get ugly,” Daring Do said, before reaching down into the tank and wrapping her arms underneath Stalwart’s pits, using all her strength to lift him from the seat despite his struggles. His feet kicking about knocked one of the levers forward, causing the shaking vehicle to veer off and take a slow but sharp turn right. With Stalwart lifted out of the vehicle, Daring could see the knapsack on his right hip carrying the idol he’d stolen from the ancient ruins several miles away. She dove for the bag with haste, but not before Stalwart could put his foot up against her chest and halt her advance, leaving her arms outstretched in a feeble attempt to reach him. Thinking fast, Daring reached for her whip on her right hip and cracked it against his bag, yanking it and Stalwart sideways to loosen his foot off of her. Making another dive for the bag, Daring reached inside and pulled out a small golden statue of ancient tribal design, before Stalwart dove toward her and grabbed the idol, both of them wrestling each other for the prize. 
“Get him, Daring Do!” a rainbow-haired teenager exclaimed with enthusiasm, “Come on, left hook! Right jab! Choke hold! Don’t hold back!”
“Sssssh!” a number of people around her within the dark theater hissed. Offering them a weak smile from her reddening face, she began to slide back into her seat. Just after she crossed her arms from her humility, a girl with poofy pink hair next to her reached a hand over to give her wrist a squeeze.
“Hey, don’t worry about it Rainbow Dash!” she whispered with glee, “I know you can’t help how happy you get over Daring Do sometimes.” Her gentle grasp and soothing reassurance caused Rainbow Dash to sigh and loosen up enough to open her arms. 
“Thanks Pinkie Pie,” Rainbow said, making sure to keep her voice down while her eyes traveled up and down the girl’s white and pink shirt above her skirt adorned with balloons, “I’m glad I’m seeing this movie with someone who doesn’t judge me for getting too excited over what I love.”
“Trust me, I know all about getting over-excited about a LOT of stuff!”
With Rainbow Dash’s right arm resting on the seat, Pinkie Pie slid her hand along the underside of her arm under her jacket’s short sleeve, before pressing their palms together and clasping her fingers around her hand. She felt a tingle run up her arm and settle in her chest upon feeling her pink hand grasp her skin, making her shiver a bit when she looked upon her beaming face. Hearing a loud punch from the theater’s speakers, her face snapped back to the screen in front of her, making her eager smile return from what she saw. 
Stalwart Stallion laid hunched over with his face against the tank, his tongue hanging out and his eyes crossed as he laid in a daze with a deep bruise against his cheek. Pulling herself to her feet, Daring Do clutched the idol in her hand with a triumphant expression with her gaze fixed upon the small statue. Her victory seemed short lived however when her eyes darted forward and widened at what she saw. Just a yard away, the sandy ground of the desert ended with the edge of a cliff giving way to a mile long drop to the rocky terrain below. Her face contorted into one of dread, her body frozen in place with fear as she saw her doom approaching closer and closer by the second. 
“Daring!” a voice called up to her from above, snapping her from her trance before she turned her gaze to the skies. Just a yard above her, she saw a man with pale hair and blue skin in a pilot’s jacket, flying a small two seated airplane. A rope ladder hanging from the side of the aircraft leading up to the passenger seat behind him. “You look like you could use a lift!”
“Good timing, Wispy Wings!” Daring Do shouted while she reached for her whip, cracking it onto the lowest rung of the ladder. Stalwart shook himself from his daze and looked behind him just in time to see Daring with the idol clutched to her left hip as her right arm gripped her whip. “Happy trails, Stalwart!” she said with a wink, the airplane lifting her up from the tank and into the sky. Turning about, Stalwart looked toward the cliff just a foot away from the front of the tank racing toward it. 
“Yahhhhhh!” he screamed while he and the tank careened over the cliff’s edge, his scream lessening in volume during his plummet. After seeing Stalwart and the tank disappeared from sight, Daring felt the ladder lifting upward, prompting her to look up and see the pilot pulling it up along with her whip, until Daring was safely on board the plane. 
“Well Daring, I always thought so myself, but this confirms it: you really do like to live life on the edge, huh?” Wispy Wings said with a toothy grin, causing Daring to lift an eyebrow at him with a bemused smirk. 
“Oh man, please stop talking,” the rainbow-haired girl murmured, her left hand pinching the middle of her brow in annoyance. 
“Don’t you have a plane to fly, Wispy?” Daring said with her eyes fixed on the empty cockpit.
“Don’t worry, Miss Adventure, it’s on auto-pilot!” he assured her, just when a gust of wind made the plane rock, both of them struggling to keep their balance, “You know what, maybe I should get back in there, just to be safe.” As Wispy made his way back to the front seat, Daring sat in the seat behind him, looking down at the bottom of the cliff when he circled back around. The fall from the cliff had reduced the tank to a smoking mess, nothing more now than a heap of steaming metal scrap. What caught her surprise though was what she saw about half a mile above the wreckage: the sight of the man she’d just fought with over the idol, both his hands gripped on a thin tree branch, looking down at the bottom of the cliff with horror as he struggled to keep himself from falling. Looking up for a moment, he noticed Daring Do flying above him, lifting the idol to show off the prize she’d snatched from him. 
“Curse you, Daring Do!” he screamed with vengeance as he hung from the tree branch, “We will meet again! And I swear I will have my revenge on you!” Just after he finished screaming, the branch he held onto made a small cracking noise, forcing his fearful expression to return to his face. 
“Well then, you better get climbing, Stalwart!” Daring taunted him from above, “Gonna be hard to get your vengeance on me if you’re stuck hanging on a cliff forever — or worse!” Tuning out the pleas for help from her nemesis, Daring Do put the idol into her lap and heaved a heavy sigh of relief. She had won the day, and another adventure had come to an end. 
“We still have to turn over the idol to the feds at the edge of town,” Wings said as the wind blew through their hair, “After that though, I was wondering if you might like to rest up at my place?”
“Ugh, don’t…” Rainbow groaned, even with Pinkie Pie rubbing her thumb against her friend’s hand.
“I’m afraid not, Wings,” Daring said while lifting her helmet off to let her sweaty hair breathe for a moment, 				“There’s no rest for an adventurer like myself.”
“Oh… alright then. Well, maybe I can call you some time?”
  “Sorry, but there’s just one call I’ll ever heed.”
  “What’s that?”
  “The call to adventure!” she replied, as the plane they rode on flew off into the distance and disappeared into the brightness of the sun’s shining light. A few seconds later, the credits began to roll on screen, followed by the audience making their way out of their seats. 
“Phew!” Dash sighed, before she and Pinkie sat up from their seats, “That was so awesome! Man, it’s even better seeing it a third time!”
“Right!?” Pinkie assented with cheer, “I loved seeing it with the other girls on the night of the premiere, but the next two times have been even better seeing it with just the two of us!” Pinkie Pie leapt forward and wrapped her hands around Rainbow’s stomach, giving her a tight hug and leaning her face against the back of her neck. While she appreciated the embrace, her tight grip elicited a strong spasm from the front of her lower belly, making her squeeze her legs in response. 
“Hey Pinkie, ease up would ya?” Dash said as she pulled the girl’s wrists away, “I kind of got so wrapped up in the movie that I lost track of how much soda I drank.”
“Oh, whoops. I didn’t know you had to go potty so badly.”
“Don’t say it like that, Pinkie,” Dash said with a chuckle, “It’s embarrassing.”
“Dash has to go pot-ty, Dash has to go pot-ty,” Pinkie sang jovially, making Rainbow laugh on their way down the steps leading to the front of the auditorium. 
“If you keep making me laugh, I’m not gonna make it to the bathroom.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone then,” Pinkie said, before leaning her face forward and planting a light kiss on Rainbow’s cheek, causing a portion of her blue face to turn a light shade of red around her smile. “I might as well too. Don’t want to have to go while riding home in your car. That’d be inconvenient to have to hold it for the whole ride.”
Dash gave a small shake of her head while keeping a soft smile on her face, while the two of them walked out of the theater and stood in line within the women’s bathroom. Others might have thought it strange, but Rainbow Dash had grown used to Pinkie Pie’s wacky antics over their years of friendship — even more so now that they’d been dating for a few months now. Despite the time that had passed, Rainbow still had a hard time believing how events had turned out, that her bond with Pinkie ran deeper than the friendship they’d shared with each other and their other friends for so long. She’d thought the relationship that blossomed between Rarity and Applejack would be the only exception within their circle of friends, and a part of her had feared that she and Pinkie were following a bandwagon trend within the first month of dating. Over time she’d realized that their feelings for one another were genuine, each outing feeling fresh and exciting, each private moment wrapped up in each other’s arms feeling just as exhilarating yet cozy as each time before it. Though still in the early phases of exploring new territory with one another, Dash felt like they’d struck gold by taking a chance by opening their hearts to allow the other entry and find solace in one another’s affection. 
After a few minutes of waiting in the bathroom line and hearing more than one toilet flush, Dash looked forward to see a pair of stalls open up and the women inside step out toward the sink. With she and Pinkie at the front of the line, both of them stepped forward, Dash taking the door on the left while Pinkie stepped toward the right of her. 
“Guess we’re gonna be stallmates!” Pinkie said, prompting Dash to glance toward her when she’d previously kept her eyes forward. 
“Heh, yeah, I guess so,” Dash said with a half-smile, before shutting and locking the door behind her. Sliding her hands to the waist of her black leggings, her fingers inched underneath her panties and yanked them down with her pants down to her knees. “Oh, shoot,” she muttered, before turning toward the wall with her pants down to grab a paper toilet cover. She bent over with her lithe blue cheeks sticking outwards, while she balanced the thin piece of paper over the seat, then turned back around and lowered her buttocks down until she felt the protective paper crumple under the weight of her behind. 
Before she could release the pressure building in her bladder, her eyes looking downward caught the sight of the pair of shoes in the stall to her left, the pair of panties hanging just an inch above the ground around the ankles of the girl on the toilet next to her. It wasn’t like she and Pinkie Pie hadn’t used the bathroom at the same time on numerous occasions during their lives, but since they’d begun dating, Dash found it hard to keep her mind from conjuring up more intimate visuals about her than usual. Knowing she had her underwear down, Dash could only imagine what she was missing out on from the other side of the wall dividing them: Pinkie’s smooth legs under her skirt, her bare and bouncy buttocks, and the soft little opening between her legs. 
The instant Dash began to feel a different kind of pressure building up in her, she heard the sound of a trickling stream emanate from her left, followed by a relieved sigh from Pinkie. While not disgusted by the sound, it cooled her down enough to shoo away the enticing images her mind had conjured up. She thought it for the best in any case; better to hurry up and take care of business herself so they could get home before their parents began to worry about them staying out too late — Pinkie’s parents more than her own, since they tended to be more uptight and strict than Dash’s overly supportive parents. Taking in and letting out a soft breath of air, Dash let the muscles of her groin relax, allowing the pressure she’d been holding back to subside. A stream of pale yellow began to pour from between her legs, splashing against the clear water below as she kept her arms crossed around her knees. She could already tell she had quite a lot to empty, both from the large soda she’d drank during the movie and from dinner they’d had an hour before entering the theater. 
In relation to what they’d eaten, Dash felt another type of pressure building in her stomach, one that stretched downward and poked between her butt cheeks. She hoped that she might not feel the effects until after her date had finished and she was home, but apparently her meals from earlier that day had begun to grow tired of their stay in her stomach and wanted out. It felt tempting for her to give a push and rid herself of any nagging pressure in both regions of her body. Hearing the movement and chatter outside of her stall kept her anus locked in place, hesitant to give even the slightest push in case she made any unpleasant noises that other girls might hear. It was something she had become more than used to, holding in the contents behind her sphincter in the school bathrooms so none of the other students heard. Additionally, with two inches of plaster separating her from her girlfriend, she made extra sure her blue posterior didn’t make even the faintest of repulsive noises.
Plrrrrpt
Rainbow’s eyes widened in shock from the sudden outburst. For a moment she worried that it had come from her own backside by accident without her even feeling it. Upon processing what she’d heard though, she realized the sound came from her left, along with the loud snort followed by a flurry of giggles. 
“ ‘Scuse me!” Pinkie Pie said before continuing to laugh. Biting her own lip, Rainbow found her girlfriend’s laughter somewhat contagious. She knew it was juvenile for someone her age to find humor in someone farting, but the way Pinkie acted so girlish after letting out such a rude noise was just too funny to her. She finally gave up and started chuckling, causing the stream of yellow to gush out with a bit more force, causing her bladder to empty much quicker than she’d anticipated. 
“Ooh, I think that might have knocked something loose,” Pinkie Pie said, her voice becoming slightly strained, “Yup, that sandwich and all those cookies are on the move now. Hnn… mmff.”
Though Dash found it a bit childish how vocal Pinkie was about her bowel movements, part of her felt somewhat envious about it. She herself couldn’t bare to let go of the nagging feeling in her own butthole, but Pinkie had no problem announcing what she was about to drop, even with the knowledge that her own girlfriend could hear every bit of it. While she pulled a handful of toilet paper to wipe between her legs, she heard a faint hiss of air emanate from Pinkie’s stall, followed by the sound of a squishy crackling. She wasn’t an expert on the matter by any means, but judging from the slow rate of the squishing and Pinkie’s deep grunting, she could imagine the log sliding out of her cheeks had to be quite a doozy. Dash pushed the wad of toilet paper against her damp lips and swiped downward just once, before gripping the waist of her pants and sitting up. 
“Nngh… come on…” she heard Pinkie mutter while Rainbow slid her tight black leggings up her blue posterior, “Ho… ough!” she exclaimed, before a deep splashing plonk rang out from the toilet hidden behind the walls. “Phew… that was a big one.”
“That is disgusting,” a voice outside the stall whispered, followed by a few other voices chiming in with their agreements. 
“So juvenile.”
“What is wrong with her?”
“H-hey, Pinkie?” Dash said as she looked at the wall hiding her girlfriend from her view, “I’m gonna be outside, okay?”
“Okay Dashie. I think I might take a while longer: I feel a lot more of what I just dropped wanting to come out of my hiney.”
“Awesome, great, uh, see you in a bit,” Dash said before flushing her own toilet and stepping outside of the stall. She caught a glimpse of the other girls in the restroom chatting with each other, all of them staring toward Dash with menacing looks of discontent. With a guilty smile on her face, Dash kept her head down on her way toward the sink, pushing on the soap dispenser a few times before running her hands under the sink water. 
“Oooh, come on you!” she heard Pinkie Pie grunt from behind her, causing Dash’s ears to redden, “Nobody said you could hang around once you’re out. Unnh… unh! Alright, that’s it, I’m gonna have to shake you off, aren’t I?” 
Without even looking, Dash could feel the eyes of the other girls digging into her back. Not wanting to meet their harsh gaze, Dash rushed to finish washing her hands, darting out of the bathroom without even bothering to dry them, instead shaking them around and patting them against her tights once she’d left the bathroom. 
Rainbow Dash could feel her face still burning when she pulled out her cellphone, desperately searching for something to distract herself with. She felt a little guilty for how she reacted to the glares of the other girls back there. While Pinkie’s childish antics in the bathroom did embarrass her sometimes, she didn’t feel at all ashamed of the girl she was dating or how she behaved. She knew in her heart that even if Pinkie tended to breach several codes of women’s bathroom etiquette, she wasn’t really doing anything wrong. The one change she really wished for was the level of standard that women expected in a bathroom of all places, including herself. 
Still waiting for her girlfriend to leave the bathroom, Dash found herself browsing through her photo gallery on her phone, seeing all the pictures she and Pinkie Pie had taken together over the past few months. She started at the beginning, with Dash wearing a teal coat and a scarf to match her hair, sitting across from Pinkie in a puffy coat with a fluffy hood, both of them sharing a caramel white hot chocolate at Sugarcube Corner on Valentine’s Day. Pinkie Pie had surprised her the day before by sending her a glittery card with a sappy poem inside, asking if they could spend the holiday together as Valentines. She flipped her thumb sideways, changing the picture to one of Pinkie smiling with her lips pressed against a very surprised looking rainbow-haired athlete in the cafeteria. It still made her laugh remembering how Pinkie had offered to clean a bit of cupcake frosting on her lips, but didn’t expect her to clean it with her own mouth. Rarity just happened to have her phone out to take a update her online status, but couldn’t resist capturing the tender moment taking place in front of her. Despite her clamoring for the camera and begging for Rarity to delete it, she conceded at the end of the week and asked Rarity to send her a copy of the image for herself. 
Dash continued to scroll through more and more pics they’d taken over the past few months: going ice skating together, clothes shopping, eating chili dogs at one of Canterlot High’s basketball games. She laughed to herself when she remembered that a few hours after that, Pinkie Pie had unleashed a noisy and smelly horror in the stall next to her, being just as noisy with her commentary as her butt with its explosive output. Strange as it seemed sometimes, it was Pinkie’s unreserved extravagance that made Dash feel so drawn to her. Even if it embarrassed her in front of others sometimes, she couldn’t even dream of asking Pinkie Pie to change how she acted out in public. She could put up with a warm face now and then if it meant remaining so close to the girl she adored. 
“Hey Dashie, whatcha looking at?” said Pinkie, her voice startling Dash and making her phone jump out of her hands as she scrambled to catch it and put it away. 
“Uh, nothing, soccer videos,” Dash fumbled, “Ready to go then?”
“Mhm!” Pinkie said, sidling up to Rainbow Dash and poking her head underneath her right arm so it rested on her shoulders. Looking at her with a gleeful smile, Rainbow Dash shook her head with a grin before the couple strode toward the doors to exit the theater. 
“Sorry I kept you waiting for so long,” Pinkie Pie said, the two of them walking through a crowd of students talking to each other about the movie they’d just seen, “I had a little bit of trouble pushing what I had left out. It got kind of sticky near the end, so that means I had a lot to clean up before I could get up.” 
Rainbow Dash gave a half-hearted smile in response to her girlfriend rambling about what she’d done in the stall when Rainbow had left. Though more than used to Pinkie’s tendency to ramble on and on about something, she found this particular tangent a little strange. She wasn’t grossed out even close to the point that the other girls in the bathroom had been, but she didn’t find the conversation very engaging either. All she could do was smile and nod in an effort to humor her. 
“I mean, I’ve had some messy cheeks to clean up before, but this was one of the biggest — you know, not counting when it’s all liquidy or chunky, that’s kind of its own category,” Pinkie continued without pause, “Still, I had to use so much toilet paper that I had to flush before I was done, or else I might have clogged the toilet! And I still had more to wipe after that!”
“Uh huh,” Dash muttered, now beginning to feel a bit of confusion as Pinkie Pie kept talking about what she’d done in the bathroom stall. Despite her wish not to, her mind began to imagine her beautiful girlfriend on the toilet, the inner part of her bubbly pink cheeks covered in a layer of light brown as her hand dipped down with a collection of white paper, her head bopping from side to side while she wiped up the mess. Truth be told, the image of Pinkie being so upbeat even when she wiped herself sounded adorable, but she could’ve done without imagining the messy state of her butt while she was doing so. 
“So yeah, you finished up pretty quickly. But I guess that makes sense: you’re pretty much fast at everything you do, so I guess that means you pee pretty quick too. But I’ve never been in a bathroom with you when you’ve pooped before, so I don’t know if you’re quick at that too.” Dash’s eyes glanced toward the girl under her arm for a moment, her face twisting a bit with uneasiness both from the fact that her focus on the subject had transitioned to herself, and that it had reminded herself of the need building between her own cheeks. 
“Yeah, I… don’t like to do that in public, Pinkie,” Dash said under her breath, seeing her Buck GNX car about half a yard away from them in the theater’s parking lot. 
“I know; you and most of the other girls don’t like to, it’s the same with most of the girls at C-H. The only one I know who isn’t shy about pooping in a stall is Applejack.” Pinkie Pie began to giggle before she continued, “And man, she can let out some big splashers sometimes! Which makes sense, considering how much she eats so she can work hard on the farm. And they’re pretty smelly too! I’m guessing on a scale from one to ten, if me and my sisters are from four to six sometimes, hers are easily an eight or a nine for smelliness, whew-wee!” Just after Pinkie ran out from Dash’s arm toward the passenger’s side of the car, her face leaned over the glove compartment toward Dash in the driver’s seat. “What do you think yours are, Dashie? I wouldn’t have any way of knowing myself, but if I had to guess, I’d bet yours might be a four… no, maybe a five, since you tend to eat a lot of protein and fruit. That kind of makes for — .”
“Pinkie Pie,” Dash interrupted, keeping her voice low to maintain control of her voice in spite of the conflicting feelings dwelling within her. 
“Yes Dashie?”
“Is there a reason you’re so fixated on pooping habits right now?”
The smile that Pinkie Pie had worn for most of the night melted and her eyes widened, her sight fixed on Dash who stared back at her with a stone expression. Though lasting for just a few seconds, the silence that gripped the air also gripped Dash’s innards, not enjoying the fact that she’d put her girlfriend on the spot so suddenly, but feeling the need to know if there was something more to this than just typical Pinkie Pie weirdness. 
“Ha… ha ha…” Pinkie Pie laughed nervously before she reached both her hands to the end of her poofy hair, gripping onto the pink curls like they might fall off if she let go. “W-what do you mean?”
“I mean you’ve spent the last… two minutes or so talking about you wiping your butt, how much AJ’s dumps smell, and you asked me how fast I can take a dump and how much it stinks.”
“Pfft, I’m just, you know — mak-making conversation, that’s all! If you want to talk about something else, feel free. Hey, what soccer team were you watching when I came out to find you?”
“You know you’re a terrible liar, right?” Rainbow Dash asked, “Almost as bad as AJ even.”
“I… think I’m a pretty good liar… when I need to be,” Pinkie said with a wide grin, her forehead becoming a bit shiny with the amount of sweat forming under her hairline. Rainbow Dash lifted an eyebrow toward the girl beside her, unconvinced of her statement and forcing her to sigh in defeat. “Okay, that’s not true. I can’t even lie about being a good liar; that’s how bad at lying I am.”
“Pinkie, what’s going on?” Rainbow asked, softening her voice upon sensing that her girlfriend was worried about something, “You can tell me. I promise you I’m not gonna get mad.” Pinkie Pie’s right hand began to rub her left shoulder, her eyes darting up and down from Dash’s face to the glove compartment between them. It took a few seconds of her tugging her teeth against her bottom lip before she gulped and lifted her head up, keeping her eyes away from Dash.
“Okay, so I’m gonna tell you something that only a few people in real life know about me — a lot of people online know about it, but they don’t know me IRL, so that’s kind of a different story.”
“O...kay?” Rainbow said, feeling herself tense up as she anticipated a bombshell about to drop from the girl sitting next to her. 
“So, since middle school, I’ve kind of had this… interest…” Her eyes glanced at Rainbow Dash for a moment before darting away once again, “Okay, it’s a kink, might as well just say it.” Hearing Pinkie Pie stammer and beat around the bush felt so alien to Rainbow Dash. All her life she’d seen Pinkie as the daring extrovert that had no sense of shame about anything. Seeing her acting timid and reserved as their friend Fluttershy at the moment put Dash on edge, knowing that whatever caused her to act this way must have been huge. 
“And the thing is, it’s not like I’m ashamed of it or anything — it’s just that, I’ve seen a lot of people online hate this kink, like really hate it, so it just kind of makes me scared that if anyone I know in real life finds out about it, they might not want to be friends with me anymore.”
“And that kink would be, what exactly?” Rainbow Dash asked, knowing full well the meaninglessness of the question. Judging from what Pinkie Pie had spent the past few minutes rambling about, and how Dash’s question had made her a nervous wreck on the spur of the moment, she could put the pieces together and deduce what was coming. 
“I, uh, kind of have this thing for… w-watching girls use the bathroom,” Pinkie admitted, her head sinking in her shoulders while she looked down at her colorful skirt, “Specifically, watching them… poop.”
Even though she’d anticipated the answer, Rainbow Dash still felt bewildered at hearing it out loud. She was no stranger to internet porn, and had seen a number of things that she couldn’t understand how people found arousal from them. She’d seen only two videos of women pooping sideways on a toilet to give the viewer a glimpse at what came out, or one where they popped a squat and let it slide out onto the floor, and just those two were more than she needed to see to decide she wanted nothing to do with it. Never in her wildest dreams did she think Pinkie Pie, even with all her strange and zany antics, would ever find interest in such a kink. 
“Well, I’m sorry if I just made things awkward for us,” Pinkie Pie said, still clutching her hair as her voice snapped Rainbow Dash from her thoughts, “And if this is too weird for you to handle, then I get it. I don’t want to force you to be in a relationship if it means your partner has a kink that you find icky, so — .”
Before she could say anything further, Rainbow Dash leaned over the middle of the car and wrapped her arms underneath Pinkie Pie’s armpits, her right hand reaching up to rub her fingers against the back of her girlfriend’s shoulder. 
“It’s okay, Pinkie,” she said in a soft voice while her chin rested on the girl’s right shoulder, “It’s okay.” Rainbow Dash could feel Pinkie lower her face against her shoulder, her body beginning to tremble as she continued to hold her. “I promise you I’m not mad.”
“Y-you’re not?” Pinkie Pie asked, her voice cracking slightly. 
“No way!” Dash said while she rubbed her back, hearing a slight whimper emanate from the girl in her arms, “I mean, yeah, it’s not something I’m into myself, it’s not really something I get, but — hey, look at me Pinkie,” she instructed, pulling Pinkie away so she could look into shimmering cerulean eyes, “Nothing, and I mean nothing you say about yourself could ever make me mad at you — not enough to make me break up with you at least. I may not be into this kink of yours myself, but I don’t think anything’s wrong with you for having it.”
“You mean you don’t think it’s… weird?”
“Well, it’s a little weird,” Dash said with a playful smirk, “But you’ve pretty much been weird ever since I’ve known you. You’re the girl who’ll show up to school wearing a dress made of cake, the girl that can walk into a kitchen blindfolded and still whip up something delicious without even seeing what she’s doing, who considers one of her stuffed animals a pet.”
“Gummy doesn’t like it when people call him a stuffed animal,” Pinkie said, her voice still deflated of its normal bubbly optimism, “He thinks it’s unfair that he gets treated different from other alligators just because he was born with extra soft scales and can’t move around very well.”
“Oh, right, sorry about that,” Dash said with a light chuckle, “Point is, being weird isn’t a bad thing Pinkie; it’s part of your charm. It’s one of the reasons why I… why I like you so much. So, having a weird kink isn’t something you need to be afraid of, it’s just another part of what makes you, well… you.”
Pinkie Pie’s eyes remained locked on Rainbow Dash, who offered her a comforting smile in return. After several seconds of silence, she lifted her arm and wiped her eyes while she sniffed through her nose. 
“Thank you, Rainbow Dash,” she said as she ran her right hand under her eyes, “I’ve felt really scared to tell you this for a while, worried you might not be as accepting as you are right now.”
“Aw, come on, give me a little credit,” Dash said before her hand moved up to Pinkie Pie’s poofy hair, stroking the soft curls behind her head, “You should know me better than that.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Pinkie said, allowing herself to smile again, “I shouldn’t have doubted your loyalty to your friends.”
“And that goes double for you, Pinks,” Dash said, leaning her face toward the girl smiling toward her. Closing her eyes, she brushed her mouth against Pinkie Pie, feeling her soft lips accept her embrace. Normally she could feel Pinkie bouncing with energy every time they kissed, her excitement soaring higher than her usual abnormal levels. This time she was more passive, letting Dash take the reigns as she pushed her tongue forward and enticed her tongue to come out and play. The two tongues weaved around each other as the girls remained close, Dash’s fingers running down Pinkie’s hair and tickling the back of her neck, eliciting a soft giggle from her which reverberated between their mouths. Pinkie’s hand found its way to Dash’s unoccupied left hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to show her appreciation for her support at the moment. After half a minute of tongue fondling, the two broke their lips away from each other, their hands still remaining on the other and their eyes remaining locked on the pair staring back at them. 
“So…” Dash began, her eyes beginning to wander to the side while she thought things over, “Since you’ve enjoyed this kink for a while, do you want to see me, uh… you know…?” Pinkie Pie’s eyes widened in surprise at what she’d just heard. 
“When?” she asked, catching Dash off guard, “You mean like tonight? Or tomorrow maybe?”
“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down!” Rainbow Dash said as she pulled her arms away and held them up in front of her shoulders, “I wasn’t offering to do that, I just felt like asking out of curiosity: is that something you want to see me do?”
“Oh… right,” Pinkie said in a somewhat defeated tone, “Well, yeah, kinda — I mean, yeah,” she admitted, “Pretty much since we started dating it’s something I’ve fantasized about. Like, every time we go out and use the bathroom together, I keep wishing that it’d be the one time where you decide that it’s too too urgent to hold onto and maybe I could hear a splash come from your stall. Or if we’ve gone out to eat, then I’ll go up in my room after I get home, thinking about what it’s gonna look like once it digests and comes out of you — gosh, that’s given me so many orgasms I’ve pretty much lost count of — !” Pinkie Pie stopped in her tracks when she caught Rainbow Dash’s wide eyed expression toward her, petrified like a marble sculpture. “Oh, sorry,” Pinkie Pie said as she gripped her skirt, “TMI?”
“A little bit. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with any of that, it’s just — I’m still kind of adjusting to this, you know?”
“Right, yeah, I understand,” Pinkie Pie said while she drummed her fingers against her thighs, “Hey Dash?”
“Yeah?”
“I just want to say, I really appreciate that you’re not freaking out over this and that you still want to stay with me after I dropped this on you, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything for me because of it.”
“Huh?”
“I’m saying that just because I’ve been fantasizing about watching you poop, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that now to make me happy, if it’s something you’re not into. I’m happy just keeping things the way they are now. So, if it’s something you’re not comfortable doing, then I’m not gonna take it personally, okay?” Seeing Pinkie Pie offer a genuine smile as she spoke put Rainbow Dash more at ease, enough for her to lean her head back and sigh in relief. 
“Thanks, Pinkie Pie,” she replied while she kept her eyes on the ceiling of the car, “That helps a lot, actually.” She felt Pinkie’s hand reach over and rub the top of her own, prompting her to look down at her while both of them offered reassuring smiles toward the other. “Cripes, look at the time,” Dash said as she pulled her hand away to lift her keys to the Buck’s ignition, “We’ve sat here talking for more than five minutes. Your parents will kill me if I get you home later than we said.”
“Don’t you mean your parents will kill you if you’re not home in time?” Pinkie asked with a giggle.
“Pfft, you’re kidding right? Have you met my parents?”
“Not formally, no.”
“But you’ve been over to my house with the other girls more than once. You should know by now that they hardly ever punish me for doing anything. Pretty much everything I do is a cause for celebration in their eyes.”
Following a quick and for the most part silent drive away from the theater, Rainbow Dash parked her car outside of Pinkie Pie’s house, a small wooden farm house surrounded by a neighborhood of common and similar looking houses. She turned the car engine off and walked around the front of the car to meet Pinkie Pie on the other side. Sappy though it seemed to her, Dash couldn’t fight the instinct to walk her girlfriend to the door, just as a customary gesture.
“Hey, Dash?” Pinkie Pie asked when they began their trek up the walkway leading to the front door. 
“Hm?”
“I know you pretty much said it back at the theater, but I just want to hear you say it again: we’re okay, right?” Rainbow Dash smiled as the two approached the front porch and turned to face her outside of the door. 
“I promise you we’re okay, Pinkie,” Rainbow assured her, reaching out to hold her girlfriend’s pink hand in between their waists, “I’m still gonna need at least a day to think things over concerning this, uh… thing,” she said, keeping her eye on the front door next to them, worried that it might have ears listening from the other side, “But one thing I don’t need to think over is our relationship: that’s not going anywhere. So make that one less thing you have to worry about, okay?” Dash’s assurance was rewarded with a bright beam of affection from Pinkie Pie, who leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Dash’s shoulders. 
“Thank you so much,” Pinkie said as she held her tight, Dash lowering her hands down onto Pinkie’s shoulders, “That means the world to me. Seriously, you’re the best.”
“Heh, I know that,” Rainbow Dash said with a pompous tone. Catching her off guard, her lips found themselves assaulted by Pinkie Pie’s, who’d darted upward and planted a quick kiss onto her mouth with her usual bubbly energy. “Come on Pinkie, cut it out,” Dash giggled after breaking away from Pinkie’s lips, lowering her voice to a whisper, “Your parents are probably watching through the peephole.”
“Yeah, probably. I don’t care if they see me kissing my girlfriend.”
“But you might care if that leads to you being late,” Dash said with her phone out to check the time, “You told me they wanted you home before nine, and I’d guess you have less than a minute to get in there.”
“Oh, yikes!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed as she pulled out her keys from her hair and slid them into the lock, “Anyway, thanks for the awesome date Dashie, call me tomorrow when you — oh, hi mom, hi dad,” Pinkie Pie said with a sheepish tone after she opened the door. Rainbow Dash’s eyes slid to the left to see Pinkie’s father with his short gray beard and her mother with her equally gray hair in a bun both glowering down at them with stone expressions. 
“Uh, what’s up — I mean, hello there, Mr. and Mrs. Pie. Sorry for cutting it close, I, uh, had to stop and get some fuel for the car.” The two parents kept their silence steady with their expressions unchanging, making Dash’s insides twist while she grit her teeth with discomfort. “Welp, I guess I’d better be off. Thanks for letting your daughter see the movie with me tonight, we had a great time. So… bye!” Dash said before sprinting down the patio and sliding over the hood of her car, jumping into the driver’s seat and zooming down the street, the Pies gaze following her Buck riding off into the distance. 
“Quite the polite young lady,” Mr. Pie said, his tone remaining flat as the expression on his face.
“Most certainly,” Mrs. Pie concurred, mirroring the inflection and gaze of her husband, “I reckon our daughter chose a fine gal to spend her free time with.”
“I’d reckon that too,” Mr. Pie agreed, before closing the door and themselves off to the outside world. 







Rainbow Dash’s Buck pulled into the driveway of her two story home of white wood and charcoal tiles, and she stepped out after cutting the ignition. Her expression lacked the exuberance she’d had with Pinkie Pie a few minutes ago, now that she was by herself with just her thoughts lingering about. In the heat of the moment, Dash’s instincts told her not to let Pinkie Pie’s kink bother her, to accept her for who she was without question. She still intended to do that, but one problem still remained: whether or not to indulge her girlfriend’s interests. 
Since they’d begun dating, Pinkie had gone out of her way to make Dash happy whenever they spent time together, and never asked anything in return. Even though Pinkie had told her not to feel obligated to indulge her kink if she didn’t want to, part of her still wondered if she owed her at least an attempt at trying it. She still couldn’t believe how things had turned out this evening: after all the time they’d spent dating, tonight was the first time they’d ever discussed anything erotic taking place between them and it turned out way more outlandish than she had expected. Dash herself didn’t have that many kinks she would call strange — perhaps the desire to have sex in a public place, hiding from people nearby with the risk of getting caught looming over her and her partner could be considered a little odd. She’d never known when the topic of sex would come up between she and Pinkie Pie, but she always imagined that it would happen in a relatively normal fashion: the two of them having a sleepover or maybe taking another camping trip like they did in Camp Everfree, she or Pinkie crawling into the other one’s bed and just letting things happen naturally. She never anticipated that the first erotic interest expressed would be Pinkie Pie wanting to watch Rainbow Dash take a dump. 
Rainbow Dash sighed as she slid the key into the lock of the front door, twisting it to the side and pushing the door open. Though her mind weighed heavy with the burden of her worries, she hoped that she could at least alleviate herself of the burden poking between her cheeks, take a long warm shower and sleep her worries away for the night. As she stepped into the house and closed the door behind her, the lights turning on and the sound of party blowers accompanied by confetti made her realize that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. 
“Ahhhh!” Rainbow Dash screamed in response to the loud noise and sudden lights startling her, “What the hay!?”
“Congratulations, Rainbow Dash!” a pair of voices cheered while Rainbow processed what was taking place. Before she could even see them, she felt herself hugged from both sides by two different people, one about a foot taller than her and with a heartier build, and one half an inch shorter than her with a figure somewhat similar to her own, yet more ample around the lower body than herself. Rainbow’s face expressed a look of mild annoyance when she realized that despite it being a regular occurrence, she’d forgotten the obsessive ritual her parents always initiated: celebrating something trivial that she’d done every time she walked in the door. 
“Say cheese, honey!” her father said, looking forward as her father held his phone outward with a selfie stick, their daughter between them wearing a half lidded stare and unamused grimace during the flash of the phone’s camera. Pulling the device inward, he opened up the gallery to look at the photo he’d just taken. “Perfect! Windy, just look at that face. Does our daughter know how to scowl or what?”
“She sure does, Bow!” Dash’s mom replied with gusto, “She’s practically an artist when it comes to irritated faces. Gosh, is there anything she can’t excel at?”
“Probably failure. Aw heck, who am I kidding? Even if she failed at something, I’m sure she’d look great doing it.”
“Alright, I get it, both of you think I’m awesome, wonderful,” Rainbow Dash said while maintaining her annoyed expression, “Mind telling me what we’re — urk — celebrating?” she strained while prying herself out of her mother’s iron grip of a hug. Both Windy and Bow looked at each other for a moment, before their faces twisted into amused smiles, followed by a bout of rowdy laughter. 
“‘What are we celebrating?’ she asks,” Windy said with a hand over her mouth, “Such a modest young lady; you gotta love her!”
“Come on Rainbow, don’t play it off like it’s not a big deal!” Bow said with a tap of his elbow against her arm, “You just completed your tenth date with your girlfriend Pinkie Pie! TENTH!”
“... Oh, yeah,” Rainbow said after a few seconds of silence, running the number of dates in her head, “I guess it has been ten, hasn’t it?”
“Time sure flies when you’re in love. Believe me Dash, we know the feeling all too well,” Windy explained, before her husband leaned down to rub his nose against that of his wife’s. Rolling her eyes upward, Rainbow Dash opened her mouth and hung her tongue out, the combination of her parents’ overly supportive nature topped off with them engaged in public affection with each other making her gag. 
“So, tell us all about it sweetheart,” Bow requested, prompting Dash to pull her tongue back into her mouth when he looked toward her, “And don’t spare any details. We want to know about everything that happened between you two.”
Rainbow Dash wasn’t in the mood to talk about the date she’d had with Pinkie Pie, despite that it had gone well for the majority of the night, save for the one awkward moment between them concerning how she’d learned about a hidden kink of Pinkie’s. Before she could utter a word of wanting to pass on the story, she found herself transfixed on her mother and father’s eager eyes and smiles toward her, rivaling the ecstatic beams that even Pinkie could muster at times. Even though their aggressive support grated on her nerves, she didn’t have it in her to give them a total cold shoulder. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she decided she should just suck it up and humor them for a little bit before heading upstairs. 
“It was… great,” Rainbow said, forcing herself to wear a soft smile, “We went to Whey Burger for dinner about an hour before the movie, got some shakes on the way out — Pinkie Pie finished hers right when I had only made it halfway through mine. Got to the theater and found our seats about half an hour before anyone else showed up… talked and stuff.”
“That means they made out since they had the theater to themselves,” Bow whispered somewhat loudly to his wife.
“I know!” Windy whispered at the same volume, matching the same jovial look of her husband, “It’s so precious that she thinks we don’t know that!”
“Then the movie started!” Dash exclaimed while she felt her cheeks burn slightly, forcing her mind to rid itself of the images of she and Pinkie Pie locking lips and letting their tongues dance with one another while their hands found their way up one another’s shirts, “And the movie was awesome, just as awesome as it’s been the last few times I saw it. After that…” Rainbow Dash’s mind wandered back to the restroom stalls, remembering the noises coming from Pinkie’s side with new context considering what they’d discussed a few minutes later in her car. “We, uh, went to the car, talked a little bit more — cut it out!” she blurted when she saw her parents begin to giggle once again. “Then I drove her home, walked her to the door, came home, got ambushed by you guys, yaddah yaddah yaddah, I’m telling you about it all right now. That’s about it, we good now?”
“That.”
“Was.”
“Wonderful!” both of her parents exclaimed after Bow had lead with the first response. “Can you believe how fast they’re progressing with each other?” Bow asked his wife. 
“I know, it’s so exciting! Why before we know it, we’re going to have to start talking with her parents on who’s going to end up buying what for their wedding!” Dash’s eyes widened in alarm at what her mother had just suggested, her dad nodding with ambition. 
“Well, luckily we’ve already gotten a head start, making that catalog of great locations outside of the city to get married. We’ll have to run it by her and Pinkie Pie to make the final decision, but I’m sure — .”
“Okay, I’m going to bed!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed before she rushed past her parents, having reached the limit of how much she could tolerate of them for one evening, “Have fun being… you guys, okay?”
“Alright, goodnight sweetheart!” Bow said with his eyes following her up the stairs, “Rest up so you can get back the energy to keep being the best daughter and girlfriend in the whole wide world!”
“You show that bed who’s boss!” Windy cheered as she and Bow waved, “That pillow and blanket doesn’t stand a chance against you!”
“Ugh,” Rainbow sighed during her climb, at last out out of view of her parents and the rest of the world. The relationship she had with her parents was complicated to put it mildly. All her life, they’d been one hundred and twenty percent supportive of everything she did, cheering the most mundane actions of hers like milestones and practically worshiped the ground she walked on. She’d gone through a brief phase in her younger teenage years where she’d resented them for it and lashed out to the point that it had broken their hearts — prompting them not to scold her, but to instead praise her for a job well done in making them feel worthless. After talking it over with her honorary little sister Scootaloo, she’d been persuaded to realize that it was better to have overly supportive parents than those who could care less. With such a revelation in mind, she’d patched things up with them and learned to tolerate their overbearing support, knowing they had good-hearted intentions in the end. 
Opening the door to the bathroom, Dash felt more than relieved to have some privacy to herself for the evening. Stepping toward the toilet next to the shower, she saw little point in keeping her clothes on if she was just going to shower in a few minutes anyway. Slipping her leggings down her slim yet toned legs after kicking off her shoes, she lifted her left foot and yanked it through the tight cloth before stepping forward, stepping on it to give her right leg an easier time stepping through its side. Lifting the lid of the toilet, Rainbow turned around and sat her trim, lithe cheeks onto the seat, removing her jacket and slipping her shirt over her head before tossing them onto the floor with her pants. She unbuckled her light turquoise bra and stretched her thin arms above her head, taking solace in the fact that her perky A-cup breasts finally had a chance to breathe after a whole day of confinement. 
Rainbow leaned forward with her back arched a bit, her sleek arms crossed over her knees in front of her belly button. The swelling between her buttocks increased dramatically upon knowing she’d reached her personal pooping sanctuary isolated from the rest of the world. She heard the faintest airy pfff hiss from below when a bit of trapped air seeped from the crevices between her turd and her anus, and felt the mass begin to slither out of her at a gradual pace. Even with the urgency she’d fought off for more than half an hour now, the mass tucked up inside her wasn’t coming out on its own, and required some help from Dash herself to get started. 
“Hnng… nngh,” Dash grunted, her eyes closed and her mouth tightened while her cheeks turned red, and her fists clenched tight over her lithe hips. She squeezed the muscles of her sphincter together and forced what she’d held back to finally begin moving. It was a rather hard and bumpy one, tugging at the soft flesh of her anus on its way out. It felt somewhat dry due to how long she’d held it in since the dump she’d taken last night, making it all the more difficult to pass. Dash had to close her eyes, her mouth scrunching up as she strained to make the stubborn piece of waste keep moving. 
“Mmm… mmmn,” she hummed through her closed mouth, her face reddening from the exertion she put herself through at the moment. After a few seconds, her eyes opened wide upon feeling the rigid lump hanging out of her behind steadily increase its pace without her needing to increase her efforts anymore. “Hahhh — oh — ooooh,” she moaned softly when she felt the turd slither out of her, the bumps she’d felt earlier lessening and giving way to a relatively smooth texture through and through. After several seconds of feeling it slide out of her, the long snake finally snapped off from her anus with a deep plunk of a splash into the water, making her gasp from the sudden lack of stretching in her anus. She felt somewhat dizzy as her body realized how much effort she’d exhibited before. Dash shook her head to clear away the stars swimming in front of her eyes and leaned back, taking a moment to catch her breath. Her nose immediately picked up the strong smell of the dump she’d just released, a somewhat stale and acrid smell that she’d grown more than accustomed to smelling once a day throughout her lifetime (not counting the less powerful gusts from her behind that she’d release when she was positive nobody was around to hear them). 
After a moment, Rainbow Dash realized that despite the size of the turd she’d just dropped into the water below, she had some stragglers left behind. Leaning forward a bit more to the point where her behind lifted slightly off the back of the toilet, Rainbow once again began to push, with much less effort than before. Feeling less of a struggle than a moment ago, she felt her anus open up to give passage to something maybe half the size of its predecessor and with a much softer and smoother form. It slid out between her cheeks without much resistance, followed by a third one that felt like a small round nugget, the runt of the trio so to speak. Dash gave her rectum a few more squeezes just in case there was more hiding up inside of her, but felt that she’d completely evacuated her bowels for the moment.
She reached a hand for the roll of toilet paper next to her and wrapped it around her palm about five times before breaking it off. She lifted her butt off of the seat and reached back to wipe herself, feeling a very thin layer of grease along her butthole, hardly any debris left behind from the hard turd she’d squeezed out. Swiping the soft tissue between her blue cheeks to clean the space between them, her mind once again found itself on Pinkie Pie and the conversation they’d had in her Buck. She still found it so strange that if what Pinkie Pie said was indeed true, what she’d just done at the moment was something that her girlfriend would get off to. She didn’t find the act immoral or creepy about Pinkie Pie — it was more something she felt unsure of about herself, whether she could bring herself to do something like this in front of someone she had feelings for. 
Maybe what Pinkie Pie saw on the internet wouldn’t seem as glamorous as she thought it would be in real life? Maybe she’d find the noises Dash made when she pushed cringe-inducing, or she’d find the smell more off-putting than she’d anticipated? Maybe if she were to see Dash’s butt pushing out a thick turd and the mess it left on her butt afterward, she’d never look at it the same way again with the image of what it could put out in her mind. On the other hand, she wondered what would happen if Pinkie liked it too much. Perhaps if she were to see Dash doing such a thing for her, it would make any other erotic acts pale in comparison. It might reach the point where she’d never be able to turn Pinkie Pie on again unless she was watching Dash push out something thick and foul smelling from her behind. 
Just after the thought crossed her mind, she felt ashamed for thinking it. She’d known Pinkie Pie since the two of them were kids, and gotten to know her better than ever since they’d started dating. Pinkie loved trying new things all the time, be it new recipes, movies and TV shows, or new activities with her friends. There was no way she’d get stuck on one kink without wanting to try other things for the entirety of their relationship. 
Feeling clean between her blue cheeks, Dash dropped the thick swatch of paper into the toilet bowl. Before flushing, a thought crossed her mind: what if she snapped a picture of what laid in the bowl at the moment and send it to Pinkie Pie? Would she get off on something like that, maybe take it as a gesture that Rainbow didn’t find her kink off-putting? She looked down at her jacket where she knew her phone laid in one of the pockets, tempted to pull it out and strike a pose next to the bowl while capturing a shot of whatever laid in there. 
A few seconds of thinking passed, and Rainbow let out a defeated sigh, her hand reaching up to the toilet lever and pushing it down, letting the water swirl around and pull away what she’d released into it without even looking back. Part of her felt like she’d just thrown away a potentially beneficial opportunity to give her girlfriend a bit of reassurance, knowing that even though she’d told her their relationship was fine, she had to be feeling some similar conflict on her own end. 
Turning the spouts of the shower on, Rainbow stepped under the warm water, letting it cascade down her sleek and smooth form, from her face, down her small chest and hips. She poured a dollop of vanilla-scented liquid soap into her hand, reaching back and swiping it between her limber cheeks like a credit card, just to make sure she gave her anus an extra cleansing on top of what she’d wiped away a moment ago. 
With her fingers sliding down her shaved front, centimeters away from her labia, Rainbow contemplated repeating her habitual ceremony following a date with Pinkie Pie: plunging her fingers within her moist caverns while imagining it was her girlfriend giving her such a blissful feeling between her legs. Before she could make full contact with her lower lips, the memory of what she’d heard in the stall in the theater bathroom came rushing back to her; hearing the trumpet of a fart and the squishy sputtering of what slid out of her pink round cheeks. It hadn’t bothered her before, but now that she knew of Pinkie Pie’s secret kink, it seemed much more unnerving to her. Cringing internally, Rainbow pulled her fingers away, instead applying a palm full of soap over her privates and quickly rinsing the suds off. 
Nothing, and I mean nothing you say about yourself could ever make me mad at you — not enough to make me break up with you at least, she remembered telling Pinkie when she’d looked over her worried expression in the passenger’s seat of her car, I may not be into this kink of yours myself, but I don’t think anything’s wrong with you for having it. 
Rainbow continued repeating what she’d said earlier that night over and over in her mind while she continued to wash her body under the warm water. She figured that her worries were most likely nothing permanent. It was just something new and unexpected dropped onto her all at once at the end of a long day, and her tired mind just had trouble processing things at the moment. She told herself to stop fretting over things, finish her shower and get a good night’s sleep, knowing she’d have all of Saturday to think things over with a fresh mind.
> Chapter 2
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“Easy does it, honey,” Bow Hothoof whispered next to his wife still in her scarlet pajamas with orange polka dots, “You got this. Eyes on the prize, you can do it!”
Standing in the kitchen with her husband in his vermillion bathrobe, Windy Whistles held in both hands a plastic tube of frosting, her fingers squeezing the dispenser with the utmost delicacy. Her wrists moved along a strict path of curves, their pace slowing down steadily before she lifted them up, moving her finger over the nozzle to keep any excess frosting from dropping out. 
“Perfect!” Bow cheered after Windy breathed a sigh of relief, then dropped the tube in favor of picking up a small round, colorful shaker, “I know I say this a lot, but I think this might be your second finest work yet.”
“Well thank you, honey,” Windy Whistles replied with a flattered beam while she shook the dispenser over the dishes below her hand, “But I still think it’s unfair to compare everything you and I create nowadays to the masterpiece we both created so many years ago.”
“You got me there,” Bow said as he wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders, his other hand using his smartphone to snap a photo of the dishes on the oven, “Guess we’ll have to leave everything we do from now on in its own category if they can’t ever come close to our true masterpiece.” After the two shared a quick peck on the lips, their attention was pulled away from each other by the sound of footsteps from the second floor moving toward the stairs. “Speaking of our little masterpiece, seems she finally decided to wake up.” he said, pointing to his watch. 
“Perfect timing! I’m hoping we didn’t wake her by being too noisy — maybe the wonderful smell these made woke her up gently and beckoned her to track down the source of the aroma?” Windy suggested while she picked up the plates near the stove, putting two of them on the kitchen table and holding the third in her hands, “I’m so happy we got to finish these to help fuel her for whatever adventures she has planned for today.” 
“Ssh, here she comes,” Bow whispered while the footsteps made their way down the stairs, followed by a soft yawn. “Three…”
“Two…” Windy continued, with the plate still in her grasp.
“One!” both of them whispered, just when their daughter took her last steps down the stairs, “Happy Saturday Morning, Rainbow Dash!” both of them cheered, while the rainbow-haired girl stood in front of them rubbing her arm against her tired eyes.
“Morning,” Rainbow in her white t-shirt and cerulean pajama pants replied, her voice weary and lacking any energy whatsoever. 
“We know you were too tired last night to celebrate your tenth date with Pinkie Pie,” Bow explained, “So we decided to save the festivities for the morning. Just look at what’s for breakfast!”
“Surprise!” Windy cheered, holding out the plate in her hands toward her daughter. Rainbow Dash’s tired eyes looked down to see a stack of pancakes, covered in frosting with a large rainbow insignia intertwined with multi-colored balloons, along with what appeared to be confetti littered around the surface. “RainbowPie pancakes! And before you ask, yes, you’re looking at edible confetti. Bought it from Mr. and Mrs. Cake from the Sweet Shoppe bakery.”
“That’s not all,” Bow said with a proud smirk, “I took my recipe for Hothoof Hotcakes and mixed it in with not only chopped mixed fruit, but — wait for it — cotton candy flavoring! I’d say that fits the bill pretty well for you and Pinkie Pie, don’t you think?” Following another yawn, Rainbow Dash lifted her eyes from the stack of pancakes and toward her parents, her face still wearing a look of indifference. 
“Thanks mom and dad, looks great,” she muttered, before turning toward the kitchen and heading toward the pantry, “I’m just gonna get some cereal.”
The look of exuberance on both her parents faces vanished and gave way to wide eyed expressions of despair while they watched their daughter open the pantry and pull out a box of Cocoa Clops before moving to the cabinets to get a bowl. 
“U-um, sweetheart, you’re not worried about eating them because they look so wonderful that you don’t want to ruin the design, right?” Windy asked with a nervous smile, “Because Bow took a picture of them, so we can still appreciate how wonderful they look even after they’re all gone.”
“Nope,” Dash replied as she moved toward the fridge, opening the door and pulling out the carton of milk from the bottom shelf, “Just not in the mood for pancakes today.”
“Alrighty… w-we can put them in the fridge and eat them later. They should still be good if we don’t let them sit overnight.” Windy looked down at the dish in her hands, her smile weakening before her husband rushed up and rubbed his hand over her back in a soothing fashion.
“So, Dash… what’s today got in store for you, huh?” he asked, doing his best to keep up a radiance of enthusiasm even while his daughter’s back was toward he and his wife, “Any plans to hang out with the other girls? Maybe just you and Pinkie Pie together, letting the intimacy of your relationship strengthen the bond between you two?”
“Nope,” Rainbow Dash replied as she poured the milk into her bowl of chocolate cereal, “Just gonna hang out in my room and wait for the day to pass.”
“... Okay then!” Bow said with his right eye twitching just slightly, while Rainbow put the milk back in the fridge and walked past him with her bowl in her hands, “If that’s what you want to do, then go for it! You be as lazy as you can be, don’t let anything get in your way!” Rainbow Dash climbed up the stairs without so much as a grumble, reaching the top and turning past the rails back to her room. 
“We love you, honey,” Windy called up the stairs, just a second before the both of them heard the click of her bedroom door. The two parents turned their confused gazes toward one another, then down to the plate of pancakes in her hands. “Well then, I guess I’d better put these in the fridge,” she said, walking toward the kitchen table to pick up she and her husbands plates as well, “Good thing we didn’t put syrup on them yet, so they won’t get soggy.”
“Windy, you know she wasn’t upset with the pancakes, right?” Bow said after Windy closed the door, prompting her to turn around and lean against the fridge with a sigh. 
“I know,” she replied when he drew nearer to her, “And I know she gets frustrated with us when we’re extra supportive of her, but that didn’t seem like frustration or annoyance. It just seemed…”
“Lifeless,” Bow finished for his wife, “Like she didn’t feel anything at all.”
“That just doesn’t make any sense,” Windy said, the both of them sitting down on the living room sofa,sitting cheek by cheek next to one another, “She seemed fine when she came home last night — a little grumpy, but she’s usually like that when we’re making so much excitement over her. What do you think happened between then and now?”
“I’ve no idea,” Bow replied with his chin on his knuckles, “And since we don’t know what it is, we don’t know how to fix it either, or if it’s something we even can fix.”
“I think it’s worth trying though,” Windy suggested as she rubbed her hand against Bow’s forearm on the kitchen table, “There’s a chance she might just want to be left alone, but I’d rather know that for sure instead of sitting here wondering.”
“Good idea, honey,” Bow said with his wife’s hand in his grasp, “You think we should go up there now?”
“Yes, but instead of us, I think I should take this one on myself,” Windy said, eliciting a somewhat dejected frown from her husband, “I know you want to help too, dear, but you know how she gets sometimes. Both of us can be a little overwhelming for her, and right now I don’t think she needs that. She could probably use some ‘girl chat’ more than anything at the moment.”
“Alright then, fair enough,” Bow relented, his wife giving his hand a thankful squeeze before she stood up, “Good luck, Windy.”
“Thanks.”
After a short trek up the stairs, Windy arrived outside of Rainbow Dash’s bedroom door, placing her ear onto its surface. She’d learned over the years to listen before even attempting to knock, just in case any specific sounds from the other side might have indicated her daughter needed a particular kind of alone time for a moment. What she head from the other side wasn’t the sound of her daughter’s soft and passionate moans, but instead the low reverb of Dash’s guitar, each strum slow and disorganized. Lifting her knuckles to the wooden door, she softly knocked three times before speaking. 
“Dash, honey?” Windy said from her side of the door, “Do you mind if I come in for a moment?”
“Whatever,” she heard her daughter reply in the same lethargic tone she’d had downstairs. It wasn’t the answer she hoped for, but it wasn’t denying her entry either; thus she gripped the doorknob and gave it a twist. Opening the door and stepping inside, Windy saw Rainbow Dash laying on her side in her bed, her right hand plucking at the strings of her guitar without any real pattern or rhythm. Windy leaned herself against the side of the door frame, forcing herself to smile before she spoke. 
“Hey there, sweetheart!” she greeted with an upbeat timbre, “Ooh, you have your guitar out, nice! You cooking up another smash hit for the Rainbooms?” Even while Windy stood behind Dash with a grin plastered to her face, nothing but silence filled the air, save for the aimless strumming on Dash’s guitar. Not even a sigh or roll of the shoulders came from her to acknowledge her mother’s presence. Dropping her smile, Windy walked toward the end of the bed and sat down gingerly, looking over her shoulder toward her daughter. 
“Honey, your father and I know something’s bothering you. And I know that we can get on your nerves sometimes with how excited we get, but I don’t want you to forget that we want to support you in other ways than celebrating everything you do. If there’s some kind of problem bringing your mood down, we want to help however we can, if you’ll let us.” Again, Dash said nothing, her fingers still busying themselves with the occasional plucks on the strings of her guitar. “I understand if it’s something personal and you don’t feel comfortable discussing the whole thing with me, even if you could tell me just a little bit about what’s bothering you, that would mean the world to your father and I.” In a surprising turn of events, Rainbow Dash’s fingers went still, silencing the slow reverberations that had emanated throughout the room. “But, that’s up to you honey. Even if you don’t want to talk about it, we still love you and hope that you can figure out how to overcome whatever’s got you down. Okay?”
Several seconds passed of Windy keeping her sight fixed on her daughter, whose eyes darted back and forth from her to the window of her bedroom. Just before Windy could lift herself off of the bed, she noticed Rainbow put her guitar down and roll herself over before sitting up with her knees against her chest. 
“It’s… about Pinkie Pie,” she said, keeping her eyes averted from her mother. 
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart,” Windy replied, scooting herself along the mattress a few inches closer to Dash, “Was it something that happened last night?”
“Yeah, kind of. I mean, it’s not like we had a fight or anything, and we’re not gonna break up. It’s just…”
“Complicated?” Windy asked. 
“Yeah. Complicated.”
“I know how that feels, Dash, more than you think. Like I said, you don’t have to go into detail about it if you don’t want to. You can talk about as much or as little as you like.”
Rainbow Dash felt her insides squeeze when she thought about how to phrase what weighed on her mind. She imagined the possibility of just blurting it out, that her girlfriend had revealed her secret scat fetish, along with her desire to watch Rainbow Dash take a dump in front of her. Just the thought of saying such a thing to her mother made her cringe. She felt sure that her parents of all people wouldn’t judge she or Pinkie, saying they supported whatever the two of them enjoyed so long as they kept things safe and hygienic. Still, Dash just couldn’t force the words out of her mouth, and thought it best to keep things vague. 
“Last night after the movie, Pinkie Pie told me something about herself that I didn’t know. And it was… weird. Like, weirder than typical Pinkie Pie weirdness.”
“Wow. That must have been quite a doozy,” Windy said with her sight kept on Dash, “And I’m guessing it changed the way you look and think about her now?”
“Yeah,” Dash said, her hands gripping the legs of her pajamas, “I mean, it’s not like this is a bad thing about her or anything, she’s not doing anything wrong with… this thing she told me about. It’s just kind of surprising, and I’m not sure how to deal with it from now on.” With her eyes still looking downward, Dash saw her mother’s hand reach over and place itself on top of her own which still remained clutched onto her knee.
“Dash honey, I just want to say that it’s normal for you or anyone else to have doubts and insecurities about their relationship — even one that’s as wonderful as the one you and Pinkie Pie share,” Windy said, prompting Rainbow to look up for a moment to see her mother’s face looking toward her, “Believe me, you’re not the only one who goes through something like this.”
“So, I’m guessing you and dad…?” Dash began, drawing a soft snort from her mother.
“Actually, no; your father and I pretty much knew we’d be together forever about a week after we started dating,” she said with a proud beam, which dropped the instant she heard her daughter heave an aggravated sigh, “But-but we’re an exception, not the norm! Most people’s relationships aren’t perfect, and most of them come with their share of speed bumps and hurdles along the way. The fact that you’re sitting here at the crossroads so to speak means you’re taking your relationship with Pinkie Pie very seriously.”
“It does?” Rainbow asked with a slight bit of optimism.
“Absolutely! If you just decided on a whim to break up with Pinkie because of what she said, that would mean the relationship wasn’t important to you at all. On the other hand, if you’d just accepted it without a second thought, then that means you’re just ignoring your own wants and needs in favor of hers, which isn’t good either.” Scooting closer to her daughter, Windy picked up Rainbow’s hand off of her knee. “See, the thing about a relationship is, you can’t give too little or even too much in order to maintain a healthy bond. If you give too little, then it deteriorates over time until it breaks off completely,” she explained, her grip falling away from Dash’s hand and letting it fall back to her knee in a heap. Her other hand reached for the one adjacent to Dash’s knee, lifting it up and wrapping her whole palm over the top of it, “But if you let your own needs get overrun by your partner’s, then you let yourself get overwhelmed by them; so it’s not a relationship anymore — it’s servitude.” Picking up Dash’s right hand with her left, Windy held bother her hands up, letting her fingers slip in between Dash’s to form a gentle clasp, both of their palms making contact with one another. “A true and genuine relationship relies on compromise; neither side pushing or relenting too much so that the other side gets more than them, but still putting in that effort to hold onto that connection and keep it going strong over time. Does that make sense, honey?”
Looking at her mother’s hands holding her own, Dash’s eyes remained open wide as her mind let Windy’s words sink in. It astonished her, how her mother and even her father could surprise her like this now and then. While most of the time they seemed like ridiculous clowns without any purpose in life besides throwing a party every time she took a step on the ground, they’d sometimes put a halt on their antics and really communicate with her to help give her a sense of direction in her life. Looking into her mother’s eyes and seeing her smile toward her, Dash leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Windy Whistles, feeling the gesture returned in one second flat. 
“Thanks mom,” Dash said, her voice an octave higher than the defeated tone she’d had since she went downstairs earlier.
“You’re welcome, honey,” Windy replied, her right hand moving up to smooth over the top of her daughter’s multi-colored hair, “I hope I was able to help somewhat.”
“You did. A lot, actually,” Dash said as she pulled her head away from her mother’s chest, wiping her wet eyes just a bit, “I still have to think about how I’m gonna approach this thing with Pinkie, but I feel better now knowing that I’m not wrong for feeling like this.”
“That’s a wonderful improvement. Just remember, if you need anything at all from me or your father, don’t hesitate to ask. We’re always here to support you.”
“Heh, you don’t have to remind me of that,” Dash said with a soft chuckle, “You guys do enough of that on a daily basis.” With a lighthearted giggle, Windy leaned forward and kissed the top of Rainbow’s head before sitting up from the bed and heading toward the door. 
“Good luck, Dash,” Windy said, before leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind her. Heaving a deep and exasperated sigh, Dash flopped to the side and stared toward the front of her room as her mind began to process everything she’d just heard. It was true, that the chat her mom had with her made her feel much better than she’d felt this morning when she woke up, clearing her conscience about the hangups she had with Pinkie’s scat fetish. The problem still remained however, and it seemed more clear now after Windy had talked it over with her. 
What did Rainbow Dash want out of her relationship with Pinkie Pie? What was giving too much for Pinkie and forfeiting her own needs? What wasn’t giving enough and leaving Pinkie unsatisfied? Would letting Pinkie Pie watch her drop her waste in a toilet be a requirement for their relationship moving forward? If she said that she didn’t want to do that, would Pinkie Pie think she wasn’t getting enough in return and want a girl who was more into her own kinks? 
With her eyes wandering about the front of her room toward her computer desk, she happened to notice the familiar sight of a white card with glittery pink puffs littered all over the surface. She pulled herself from her bed and stepped forward, lifting the card and opening it to see the same decorations inside along with a short poem written in messy print. Reading over the words brought her back to Valentine’s Day, when she’d opened her locker in the morning and seen the envelope staring back at her, prompting her to open it and read the words inside. 


	Who’s cute, courageous and quick as a flash?


	The answer’s so easy: it’s Rainbow Dash!


	She’s the school’s coolest girl and the greatest athlete.


	She’s daring and dreamy, and pretty darn neat.


	I’m always happy near her, so I’ll hope and pray


	She’ll spend the evening with me on Valentine’s Day!


	Sugary Sweet Kisses,


	— Pinkie Pie ❤


The poem flooded her heart with the nostalgic surprise of learning Pinkie Pie had that kind of interest in her, and the immense joy that had followed during their several dates afterward. While Pinkie had a natural talent for making those around her smile and laugh, she seemed to excel in knowing the right thing to say or do to make Rainbow the happiest girl on Earth, whether she intended to or not. Her corny puns, her sporadic tangents she’d ramble on about at the drop of a hat, her crazy creations that defied reality at times. More than anything, she cherished her eager smile, her infectious laughter and the soft puffy hair she could lose her hands in whenever they hugged. Rain or shine, when Pinkie Pie was with her, things just felt right as they should be, like she was whole and complete. 
With everything that had just coursed through her mind, she found one answer for certain, what she wanted out of their relationship. She wanted the two of them to stay together, getting to enjoy Pinkie Pie’s bubbly and playful antics more than anyone else in the world did. She didn’t know what she and Pinkie would have to give or take to keep it intact, but she knew for a fact that she couldn’t give that up over a weird kink she wasn’t completely on board with. 
Even so, Rainbow was still left with a problem at hand: what exactly was giving too much or not enough, regarding this fascination Pinkie had which she didn’t fully understand? Dash groaned once again as she fell back onto her bed. The talk with her mother had helped, but she still needed some advice, some kind of guidance to help her make the right decision. Looking to the right side of her room, she looked at the plastic box containing a collection of grass and a dish of food flakes, while a small tortoise took its time munching from the dish at a gradual pace. 
“Hey, Tank,” Dash called out to the tortoise, making him slowly lift his head up from the dish and turn toward his owner, “You wouldn’t have any advice on what to do when your girlfriend has a scat fetish and you don’t, would you?” It took approximately five seconds for Tank’s eyes to close and open in one slow and gradual blink, his expression remaining as blank as a white canvas in art class. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. It was worth a shot though.” The tortoise turned his head back toward his dish, lowering it once again to resume eating his breakfast for the third time since he’d woken up an hour ago. Watching him eat reminded Dash that her bowl of Cocoa Clops hadn’t filled her up as much as she’d wanted, a little pocket of emptiness in her stomach asking to be filled. Rolling over a few times along her bed, Rainbow managed to reach the lamp desk near her pillow and open the only drawer it had. Reaching inside, she managed to find a bright red apple, surprisingly fresh for something she’d forgotten she’d even put there in the first place. 
“Well, if you can’t offer any advice, I’ve gotta find someone who can,” she said, lifting the bottom of her shirt to wipe off the surface of the apple. “Someone who has relationship experience, so that kind of rules out Fluttershy or Twilight — it’d be nice if she and Timber Spruce would just make it official instead of staying all timid about it.” Lifting the apple to her lips, she sunk her teeth into the skin and took a large chomp out of it, savoring the sweet juice and chewy substance filling her mouth at the moment. “I could ask Sunset, but she was still a major bully back when she and Flash were dating, and she’s stayed single since then. So I don’t think she’d be able to give good advice on compromise in a relationship.” Dash continued to bite into her apple, feeling the void in her stomach disappear thanks to the sustenance filling her at the moment. 
“More importantly, whoever I ask, they have to be someone honest; someone who isn’t afraid to speak the whole truth regardless of how it might make someone feel. I mean, since we’re talking about me and Pinkie being honest with each other, then it wouldn’t help if I talked to someone who thinks it’s best to shower someone with lies to avoid some discomfort, right?” Dash rolled onto her back and chomped the remaining bites of her apple and continued to think. “Who do I know like that? Who could I talk to about my problem and get some honest and truthful advice on what to do? Hm…” Dash thought hard over who she knew that could help her out, while staring at the thin core of the apple she’d eaten to fill the emptiness inside her. 
The sound of her phone vibrating snapped Dash out of her daze, as she pulled herself up from her bed and reached for the device. Tapping the button on the side, she saw she’d received a text from Applejack, which she opened after tapping the front screen twice. 


Rainbow, you mind if Rarity lets Sweetie Belle borrow your copy of Pummel Princess you lent us last month? She told me last night that Sweetie Belle’s never played it before and got real excited over it when she heard Apple Bloom got it from you. 


“Ugh, seriously?” Rainbow Dash groaned as she tossed the phone aside, “I’m kind of busy trying to figure out how to make my relationship as perfect as yours with Rarity. The last thing on my mind is some game I bought when I was a freshman and —.” Rainbow Dash froze as her brain processed what she’d just said aloud. “Huh… guess that settles it then.”
After a quick change out of her pajamas and into her sleeveless jacket and crop jean shorts, Rainbow grabbed her keys and stuffed them into her jacket pocket before stepping out of her room and heading down the stairs. 
“Mom, dad?” she called out, seeing both of them sitting on the couch and watching football together before they both turned toward her, “I’m gonna go over to Applejack’s for a little bit — probably like an hour or two.”
“Okay honey!” Bow replied to her, “Glad you’re deciding to spend your Saturday out with one of your friends.”
“Just be sure to text us if you need more time out there, okay?” Windy said with a hopeful expression on her face. 
“I will. See you later guys, love you!”
“Love you too, Dash!” both of them exclaimed before she stepped out the door. Pulling her keys out of her pocket, she held them up to unlock her car door, before she stopped and thought something over. Even without traffic, it was about a thirty minute drive to the other side of town to reach the countryside where Applejack’s farm resided. Rainbow didn’t exactly want to wait that long to reach Applejack and tell her about the problem weighing on her mind. 
Looking about her surroundings and seeing nobody was watching, Rainbow reached into her other jacket pocket and pulled out the other item out from its confines: a light blue crystalized circle, with the inscription of a lightning bolt underneath a cloud. Squeezing the trinket with her fist, a bright light flashed from the crystal, while Dash felt a surge of magical energy course through her body. The light dissipated in a matter of seconds, leaving Dash’s body to feel lighter than ever, like gravity had weakened just enough to keep her from floating off of the ground. Lifting her eyes to scan over the neighborhood and toward the direction she knew Applejack’s farm to be in, Rainbow crouched toward the ground with her hands holding herself up over her bent right leg, while her left leg stretched out behind her. 
After waiting a few seconds, Rainbow pushed herself off of the ground and sprinted forward, a rainbow trail following her as she darted through the streets and left her neighborhood in the blink of an eye. She kept her eyes alert while she passed several cars along the roads, clearing several miles in just a few seconds as her arms and legs moved faster than the eye could see. If she kept her current pace up now, she figured she’d be at Applejack’s in less than five minutes. Though she loved driving her Buck car, it just couldn’t compare to the speed and exhilaration she received when activating the power of her geode. She’d loved running since she was a child, and was one of the fastest students in Canterlot High. Ever since she’d obtained her geode from Camp Everfree, she loved finding opportunities to utilize its magic and test just how fast it could allow her to go. Still zooming along the road, Rainbow Dash felt more eager than ever to see Applejack in the hopes that she could get her head pointed in the right direction with Pinkie Pie.
> Chapter 3
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In a dark room lit only by a small desk lamp near a computer, a girl with dull violet hair and wearing a plain gray dress sat in front of a large table against the wall, a collection of rock fragments splayed out on a white sheet in front of her. A large and upscale microscope sat underneath her eye which peered inside the device to view the jagged piece of rubble held on the tray under her view. 
“This fragment of shale rock seems to be mostly gray but with a slight hue of blackness to it,” the girl said with a flat and monotone voice, her facial expression remaining as stone as the substance which she had her gaze fixed upon, “This most indicates that it came into contact with some carbon during its compression beneath the Earth’s crust before being pushed to the surface. It lacks any signs of erosion, meaning it couldn’t have spent very much time in the lake or river it was deposited into before it washing ashore. Wow,” she said, lifting her face from the microscope and picking up the substance that had captured her interest so much, “Fascinating indeed.” Her eyes lowered from the rock in her hand to her lower body, her other hand giving her tummy a gentle rub. “I guess I’ll have to take a break from studying the rest of these for a moment.” Turning to her left, she picked up another stone wider in size and with a smoother surface throughout. “Come on, Boulder. It’s that time again,” she said, before leaving her bedroom with the stone in hand. 
Making her way down the hall, the rock enthusiast entered her bathroom, closed the door behind her and turned the lights on, before walking toward the toilet next to the bathtub. After placing Boulder onto the corner of the sink, she turned to face the shower curtains and lifted her gray dress above her waist to reveal her bloomers the same color as her hair. Sliding her underwear down to uncover her limber buttocks, she turned her back toward the toilet and sat down, her empty gaze pointed toward the wall in front of her. 
“Hi Pinkie Pie,” she said without the slightest change to her  tone of voice, “Was there something on your mind you needed to talk about?” Just a second after her question, the shower curtain slid back to reveal Pinkie Pie sitting fully clothed in the middle of the bathtub,  her body facing straight toward the girl on the toilet. 
“Wow Maud, that’s super neat!” Pinkie said with fervor, “I can’t believe how good you are at reading people.”
“Even if I wasn’t, you’re my sister, Pinkie,” Maud said, her posture straight as a pole while a loud trickling of liquid emanated from the toilet bowl underneath her, “I’ve known you since you were a baby. I wouldn’t be a very good older sister if I couldn’t tell that something was bothering you.”
“Yeah, it’s true, something is kind of bugging me. It’s sort of a long story, I hope you don’t mind.”
“From the way things feel down there, I don’t think I’m going anywhere for a while,” Maud said as the sprinkle of liquid began to die down. A soft plrrppt rang out from the acoustics of the porcelain bowl amplifying the volume of her flatulence. “What’s eating you?” Pinkie Pie took a deep breath through her nose, catching a whiff of what her sister had just released into the air, then sighed as she fortified herself for what she needed to say. 
“So, you know how I have that kink for watching girls take a dump — you know, aside from you since you’re family, and it’s more like a mild interest?”
“Yes,” Maud replied.
“See, last night at the end of my date with Rainbow Dash, I might have kinda-sorta told her about that kink. Actually it was more like I kind of rambled on about stuff related to it too much, and she just figured it out from there.”
“Right.”
“We talked it over, and she said that she wouldn’t break up with me or even feel weirded out over something that trivial, which is super nice of her and made me feel better. But part of me still worries that she might have just said that because she didn’t want to hurt my feelings, and she might actually feel grossed out by it.”
“I see,” Maud said, her face remaining expressionless while her knuckles tightened somewhat from the effort her muscles from down below exerted, a faint hissing and crackling pfffchlk emerging from underneath her behind. 
“So now I don’t know what to do. Rainbow said she’d need some time to think things over and process what I told her, but I’m scared that the more she thinks it over, the more likely she’ll decide she is grossed out by it and not want to be with me anymore. Or she might think she’s obligated to do that for me, and that’s not what I want at all: I don’t want her to show me that unless she’s a hundred percent okey-dokey-lokey with letting me see it. I just…I don’t know anymore.”
“My advice is to do nothing,” Maud said, the crackling underneath her butt increasing in frequency before a splash rang out with a loud plunk from below. 
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Rainbow said she needs time to think things over, right? That’s not a bad thing: it means she really cares about you and is taking time to think about the best way to move forward for the both of you.”
“You really think so, Maud?” Pinkie Pie asked, her voice wary of becoming too optimistic. 
“I do,” Maud confirmed, the sides of her cheeks tightening as another squishing sound arose from between them, “Have more faith in how much Rainbow Dash cherishes her relationship with you. She laughs at your jokes more than anyone else.” Maud elaborated, followed by a deep ploop from the water below,  “She blushes whenever you compliment her clothes or accomplishments.” , a light plink of something smaller in size splashing beneath her grayish cheeks, “Her face lights up whenever she picks you up for a date. She won’t let your uncommon kink come between you two.  I’d bet all the rocks in my collection on that.”
Pinkie Pie looked toward her sister on the toilet with shimmering eyes and a bright smile, the first one she’d worn since she left Rainbow Dash last night. 
“Oh, Maud…” she began as she stood up from the tub, leaping forward to wrap her arms around her sister who remained on the porcelain seat, “Thank you so much. That was the most wonderful, thoughtful advice anyone could have given me. I’m so glad I talked to you.”
“What are sisters for, right?” Maud said without any inflection in her voice, the tiniest plip ringing out under her behind. Pinkie Pie pulled her arms away from Maud, beaming with joy as she ripped a piece of toilet paper off the roll and blew her nose with it. 
“Wow, I feel so much better, that’s a load off my mind. Oh, speaking of load, do you mind if…?”
“Sure,” Maud said, lifting her gray dress and spreading her closed legs open while she looked at her younger sister. Pinkie Pie looked down past Maud’s thin pussy lips under her violet bush and into the bowl underneath her. Below the faint yellow water, Pinkie Pie saw one hefty brown log about seven inches long, one right next to it about four inches, and two little slivers that might have been about as big as her thumb.
“Whoa, pretty nice!” Pinkie Pie said, catching a few bitter fumes rising up around her nose, “Is that breakfast?”
“Most likely dinner from last night,” Maud said, keeping her dress raised for Pinkie’s view, “I had breakfast approximately three hours ago. That’s not enough time for my stomach to process that meal and pass it through my intestines yet.”
“Oh, yeah, good point,” Pinkie Pie replied, “Well, I better go, I’ve got some algebra homework to get through. Thanks for the chat, Maud.” Pinkie Pie made her way to the bathroom door, but she halted just when her hand gripped the doorknob. “Oh Maud, something I’ve wanted to ask you but it always slipped my mind.”
“Yes?”
“Why do you bring Boulder with you every time you need to use the toilet?” 
Her face remaining stoic as ever, her eyes shifted to the side where her pet rock remained planted to the corner of the counter, then back to her sister. 
“Boulder likes to watch,” Maud said without the slightest change in tone.
“Oh, wow!” Pinkie said with a wide grin, “You and I have a lot more in common than I thought, Boulder!”
“You’re making Boulder blush.”
“Oops, sorry Boulder,” Pinkie said bashful remorse, “Okay then, I’ll let you two enjoy yourselves then. See ya!” Pinkie said before opening the door and whizzing through before she closed it behind her. With Pinkie gone, Maud’s sight again turned toward Boulder on the counter near her. 
“You came a lot this time, much more than usual.” She said with her eyes fixed on the rock, blinking just once during a silent pause. “I see. So you kind of liked the embarrassment. Wow. Just when I think I know you through and through, you still continue to surprise me.” Maud reached for the roll of toilet paper, wrapping it about four times over her hand before snapping it off. “Oh, you’re into that too, are you?” Maud asked as she held the wad of tissue in her hand over her lap. “I see. Well, I’ll ask Pinkie Pie how she feels about it, but there’s a chance she might consider that cheating on Dash, so don’t be disappointed if she says no.” Lifting the collection of soft paper, Maud leaned forward so her pale buttocks lifted off the seat, giving her room to press the soft substance against the slick surface of her anus and pull away the leftover filth her turds had built up on their way out. 








The gentle warmth of spring had taken full effect after getting its start a few weeks ago, leading to less chilly days and plant life making its return to the city, most notably on the outskirts of town where the farmland reigned over the region. The most renowned of the farms, Sweet Apple Acres, had vast fields of apple trees once again brimming with the shiny red and green orbs waiting to be picked. Rather than pick the fruit by hand, the Apple family had made it part of their routine to use a different way to obtain the juicy spheres from up high. The three youngest members all gathered around one of the trees in an orchard one-tenth of a mile away from the farm where their elderly grandmother resided. 
“You ready to catch, Apple Bloom?” the blonde girl in a flannel shirt, blue jean shorts and a stetson hat asked. A red-headed youngster in overalls tapped the helmet on her head, which had a large wooden bucket attached to the top. 
“Ready, Applejack!” Apple Bloom said with enthusiasm, “Let ‘er rip, Big Macintosh!” Without a word, the tall sturdy boy with dark amber hair holding a small battering ram reared his arms back before swinging it forward against the trunk of the tree. In less than a second, a rainstorm of apples began to descend from the tree and fell toward the ground. Apple Bloom began to scurry around at a hectic pace, racing to catch each apple that fell in the bucket on her head or by hand and toss them up into her carrier afterward. One last apple fell a foot away from her, and just as she was about to sprint to catch it, Applejack reached out and snatched it from the air. 
“You’re gettin’ pretty good at this, little sis,” she praised as she tossed the apple into the bucket, “Better balance, better speed, no bruises — on the apples or on you, heh heh.”
“Thanks Applejack! Ya think I might be ready to start bucking duties before winter this year?”
“Tell ya what; you start doing more push ups and lifting during your free time, work out these noodle arms of yers, and we’ll see if ya got enough strength to shake these beauties loose.” 
“Aw, come on,” Apple Bloom protested, “I think I’m plenty strong enough to — .” before she could finish, a loud crash against one of the trees startled the trio of Apple siblings, causing another downpour of apples to litter the grass below. 
“What in tarnation?” Applejack asked before she and the other two walked over to inspect what had just happened. Her confused face turned to one of annoyance when she looked on the ground to see what had caused the commotion. “Well, that’s one way to buck apples, I suppose.”
Laying on her back against the ground was Rainbow Dash, her hand rubbing against her multi-colored hair while a flurry of dancing stars clouded her vision. Shaking her head to regain her senses, she rushed to her feet and greeted them with a sheepish grin.
“Hey guys, what’s up?” she asked, before looking down and brushing of the collection of leaves and dirt she’d accumulated on her clothes. 
“Not much,” Applejack said with a glower as she helped Rainbow Dash to her feet, 
“Just working the farms on the weekend, same as always. Didn’t realize you were coming over.”
“Well I figured, today’s such a nice day and all, why spend it all alone when I could spend it with one of my best buddies?”
“I figured you’d rather spend it with Pinkie Pie.”
“Yeah, she’s just kind of busy, uh… being Pinkie Pie — hey, speaking of which, you think I could talk to you AJ?” Dash asked before she sidled up to the farmer girl and put a hand over her ear, “In private?” she whispered rather loudly. After raising an eyebrow in confusion, Dash shot her a expression of urgency, causing her to relent at once. 
“Hey Big Macintosh, I’m gonna get an early start on the green and yellows over yonder,” Applejack said as she hoisted up a bucket of her own and a battering ram, “Ya think you and Apple Bloom can manage this section by yourselves?”
“Eeyup,” Macintosh replied, and his youngest sister gave Applejack an eager salute. 
“Thank ya. I’ll meet ya somewhere in the middle after a while.”
Both Applejack and Rainbow Dash meandered away from the other two Apple siblings for a minute, before Applejack broke the silence between them. 
“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s the first time it’s happened,” she began, “But it ain’t really too often that you just up and crash into one of my trees without any particular reason.”
“Oh, yeah, about that,” Rainbow Dash began nervously, “See, I was walking over here — after I drove here in my car of course — and I was about to call out to you guys, but I tripped, over an, uh, an apple, and fell right into the tree. Clumsy me, huh?”
“Mhm,” Applejack replied, her voice lacking any trust in what she’d heard, “And I suppose it’s got nothing to do with the geode around your neck?” Rainbow Dash’s eyes peered down toward her chest, seeing the small blue crystal hanging just above her shirt collar. 
“Aw, crud,” she muttered as she looked at the necklace hanging above her chest, “Okay fine, I ran here, misjudged how much time I needed to stop, and crashed into the tree, alright? Sorry.” 
“Ya know, ya shouldn’t misuse that for your own trivial conveniences. We got those things on account of helping save Camp Everfree. We should only be using those in times of crises, like if our friends or the town is in danger. You know, power and responsibility that comes with it and such?”
“Oh, please,” Rainbow Dash groaned as she and Applejack approached another orchard, this one filled with granny smith, golden delicious and other similarly colored apples up in the trees, “Are you telling me that you never use your geode to help make apple bucking a little easier?”
“Not in front of my siblings, no. I don’t like to show up my brother; he’s the oldest and naturally the strongest of us three; I don’t want to use some magical doodad to give me an unfair advantage.”
“But neither of your siblings are here right now, are they?” Rainbow Dash asked, holding onto Applejack’s shoulder while bouncing her eyebrows up and down mischievously. Applejack’s eyes shifted from side to side to make sure it was just she and Rainbow Dash, before she reached into the pocket of her jean shorts. She pulled out a small trinket a similar shape to Dash’s, with a dark golden color and an insignia of red apples on the front, draping the necklace over her head before giving the gem a squeeze. A bright flash of green emanated from the jewel and illuminated Applejack’s body for a moment, before she let go and shook her head. Looking to the tree next to her, she tapped her foot against the trunk, shaking every apple out of the tree at once. A sudden gust of wind blew her hair in front of her face and her hand darted to keep her hat on her head, seeing a rainbow contrail whizzing by in front of her. Once it stopped, she saw Rainbow Dash standing in front of her with the wooden bucket, having caught every single apple in the blink of an eye. 
“Alright, alright, I guess these things do have their merits, aside from stopping wrongdoers,” Applejack admitted as she looked her geode over with interest, before turning her sight back to Dash, “Anyway, you said you’re here because of Pinkie Pie?”
“Oh… yeah,” Dash said apprehensively, before darting away and returning with an empty bucket, “Okay, so before I get into that, I need to ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
“So, you and Rarity have been dating for a while, right?”
“I’d say a while’s a good way to measure it,” Applejack said as she waltzed over to another tree and tapped it with her foot, Rainbow whizzing around to catch all the apples, “Probably be a year come fall.”
“Yeah, that’s a pretty long time,” Dash said before darting out of view to exchange the full bucket for another empty one, just as Applejack wandered up to another tree, “So, after all that time, I’m curious… have you two had sex yet?” Just a second after hearing the question, Applejack’s eyes went wide with surprise, and she lost control her her foot, swinging it into the tree much harder than she meant to. The force of her foot caused a crack at the bottom of the trunk, making it tip over on the opposite side toward the ground. Before it could fall too far, Applejack hurried to the other side and caught it in her arms, halting its momentum. 
“I don’t think that’s— urk — any of yer business, Rainbow Dash!” Applejack said, lowering the tree to the ground with care to keep it from making any noise. 
“Look, I know it’s personal, but I kind of need to know,” Rainbow said as she jogged toward AJ, facing her from the other side of the fallen tree, “Please Applejack, I’m asking because I need your help with something. I need some advice from someone who has more relationship experience than me, and if you’ve had experience with that, then it’ll really save my bacon right now.” Applejack grumbled and crossed her arms, while Rainbow Dash darted across the shrubbery of the fallen tree to pick up all the apples she could and place them into the bucket. “Please?”. Rolling her eyes, Applejack sighed and put her hands in her pockets. 
“Alright, fine, if you need to know because it’ll help ya with somethin’, then…” Applejack looked around to insure once again that nobody but she and her brightly colored friend were around, “Yeah, Rarity and I have had… relations.”
“Really!?” Rainbow Dash asked with a surprised grin. 
“Yep,” Applejack said, “On more than one occasion, matter of fact.”
“Nice! How good is it? What positions do you guys use? Is Rarity a moaner? Are you? Which one of you tops — or do you switch? Which of you is the first to — ?”
“Rainbow. Dash.” Applejack said with anger in her voice, while her freckled cheeks flushed red, “I didn’t tell ya about me and Rarity’s intimacy so you could assault me with personal questions, I told ya because ya said ya needed my help. If you ain’t gonna ask me for that, then I ain’t got nothing to say to ya.”
“Oh… right, sorry. I guess I just got a little excited. I’m happy for you guys, really, and I guess I just wanted to…” Applejack’s unamused face showed she wasn’t in the mood to hear excuses at the moment. “Right. Okay, so, hypothetically speaking, let’s say that you found out that Rarity was into… some kind of kink that you weren’t into. Not one that’s morally wrong or creepy or anything, it’s just not something you like the same way she does.”
“Is that what this is about? Pinkie Pie’s into something that you ain’t?”
“Hey, that’s not fair. You got mad at me for asking personal questions, you don’t get to do the same right back at me.”
“Alright, fair point,” Applejack relented with a sympathetic tone, “The thing is, I consider myself pretty vanilla when it comes to stuff in bed. The farthest I could see myself going might be one of us wearing a strap — .” Applejack’s eyes widened as she realized what she almost said, her gaze turning up to see Rainbow grinning with interest. “A-anyway, that’s not important!” she said, taking her hat off to fan her reddening face, “Back to the matter: I can’t really think of any particular kink Rarity’d like that I wouldn’t, on a count of I ain’t into most of ‘em to begin with.”
“Well then just pick one.”
“Like what?” Applejack asked, her voice lacking any harshness she’d had before. 
“I don’t know. I mean, what’s the weirdest thing that Rarity could be into that you wouldn’t like, without it being so weird that you’d want to break up with her over it?”
“Hm…” To pass the time it took for her friend to think of an answer, Rainbow Dash swiped an apple from the bucket on the ground and took a large chomp out of the side. “Well, scat’s kind of a weird one,” she said, making Rainbow Dash spit out the chunks of chewed up apple in her mouth, “I ain’t got no real beef with folks who get off on that, but I just can’t wrap my head around — .”
“Second weirdest!” Dash exclaimed, coughing a bit on the bits of apple stuck in her throat. 
“Pardon?”
“What’s the second weirdest kink Rarity could like without making you break up with her?”
“Oh. Alright then. Uh… bondage I guess? I mean I see why other folks might be into it, but not me. The latex suits, gettin’ tied up, one partner’s the ‘master’ the other’s the ‘pet’ or the ‘slave’ — ugh, it just kind of rubs me the wrong way.”
“You think Rarity might be into bondage?”
“I thought we were talking hypothetical?” 
“Right, yeah,” Dash corrected herself, “Okay, so hypothetically, let’s say Rarity told you that she was into bondage, and even more than that, she wanted you to do, uh… bondage stuff with her, whatever that might involve. What would you do?”
“Huh. Never thought about that before,” Applejack replied with a soft and somewhat confused voice. The farmer took a moment to lower herself down and plant her keister onto the trunk of the fallen tree, using it as a bench while she thought things over. “I guess I’d give it a whirl, for her.”
“Really?” Dash asked in surprise, “I thought you said it rubbed you the wrong way?”
“It does. But Rarity don’t. Sit down a second,” she instructed, before Dash took her cue and sat down with her cheeks a few inches away from AJ. “Is there ever anything in your life that you used to be scared of before you tried it, and then after you did it turned out to be fun?” Rainbow Dash had to give it some thought, since she considered herself one of the bravest girls in school without much of anything scaring her. She had to delve pretty far back into her memories, all the way back to when she was still in early grade school, before something came to mind. 
“Roller coasters, I guess,” Rainbow replied, “I used to think all the twists and turns looked unsafe, plus I used to be afraid of heights. I felt scared I would fall out if I went on. But then mom and dad showed me that they had safety belts on to keep me strapped in, and went on with me to help me feel safe. After that, I’ve always loved them.”
“Perfect!” Applejack exclaimed, “That’s a perfect example, Dash. A new kink is kind of like a roller coaster: it’s full of a bunch of twists, turns and loops that you’ve never seen before, so looking at it from the outside makes you scared that you might fall off and hurt yourself if you try. But you still got belts and harnesses to keep you strapped in so you don’t fall off — and in this case, that’d be the restrictions you set up before either of you get things going in bed, or wherever your kink takes you.”
“Restrictions?” Dash asked. 
“Mhm. Little rules and lines for neither of you to break or cross, stuff you both agree on and compromise ahead of time. Say for example, me and Rarity and the whole bondage thing — hypothetically. If she wanted to try that with me, I’d be willing to give it a chance, but on a few conditions. First of all, no physical abuse. She ain’t hittin me, and I ain’t hittin her; that just don’t sit right with me. Second, no personal insults. I know condescending talk is usually a norm, and that’s fine and dandy, but there’s a point where it can get hurtful and kill the mood. Third, and I think this is a norm for that kind of stuff, but if either of us ain’t having fun after a while, we stop on a dime. We’d have a — ah, what do they call ‘em — oh yeah, a ‘safety word’ in place.”
“So, if all those rules were in place, you’d try a kink you’re not into?” Dash asked. 
“Absolutely. Rarity and I lo— l-like each other a heap, and with that comes this big level of trust between us. I know Rarity respects me as much as I respect her, and even when she’s doing something to get herself off, she’ll still have my interests in mind. That’s part of the compromise in a relationship: trying new things that you’re not sure about, but knowing you don’t have to keep doing it if you don’t like it. And hey, even if we don’t enjoy the experience, it ain’t gonna be the end of the world. It’ll feel a little awkward for a day or two, but then we’ll look back on it and laugh. That’s part of life Rainbow, relationships included: taking a leap, sometimes falling, but laughing if off after you pick yourself up.” 
Rainbow Dash stayed silent a moment, letting Applejack’s words sink into her mind. She thought over how she’d worried about trying out a kink she felt so reserved about, how much Pinkie Pie seemed to enjoy it herself, and most importantly, how much the two enjoyed their intimate connection outside of anything erotic. Just like Applejack said about Rarity, Rainbow Dash felt the same level of trust between herself and Pinkie Pie. She felt a little silly for not seeing it before, but was glad that she could see things clearly later rather than never. Out of everyone she knew in her life, she couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather take a crazy roller coaster ride with than the sugar-loving cotton-candy haired girl she felt so fond of. 
“That makes perfect sense, Applejack,” Rainbow Dash said as she turned her head to look at Applejack, “Thank you so much for this.”
“Don’t mention it, sugarcube,” she replied, putting an arm over Rainbow Dash’s shoulders, “I’m glad you stopped by and asked for my help.”
“Yeah. I am too,” Dash said as she leaned inward, both of them giving each other a warm hug. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to work, I gotta get home. Thanks again.” With a flash of a rainbow contrail, she was out of the woods and zooming back toward her house, leaving AJ by herself in the middle of the forest. Her ears picked up the sounds of soft grass being trampled on behind her, and turned to see her older and younger siblings walking toward her. 
“Hey AJ, did Rainbow Dash leave?” Apple Bloom asked as she looked around. 
“Mhm. She took off just a bit ago, gone in a flash.”
“What were you girls talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Uh, mm, we, um…” Applejack stammered, wishing for one of the few times in her life that she was a little better at lying, “We-we were just talkin’ ‘bout…”
“Economics,” Big Macintosh uttered. 
“Economics?” Bloom asked.
“Economics!” Applejack confirmed, “Dash was havin’ trouble with her ecnomics homework, and needed me to help her finish it.”
“Yeesh,” Bloom groaned, “Sounds borin’.”
“Sure is! Guess we better forget ‘bout it and get back to apple-buckin’, huh?” Apple Bloom nodded and trotted away from her older sister. Applejack heaved a sigh of relief, before turning to her brother who looked at her with a smirk. 
“I owe ya one, bro,” she said with a grateful smile.
“Nope,” he replied, the two of them walking toward their younger sister waiting for them next to one of the larger trees in the grove they’d found themselves in.








Speeding through the twists and turns of her neighborhood, Rainbow Dash came to a skidding halt once she reached the beginning of the block she lived on, sliding all the way down the street until she stopped right in front of her house. Almost falling over, Dash stuck her hands out to her sides to keep her balance, before turning around to see that she’d left a trail of smoking black along the sidewalk starting from the spot she’d stopped running. 
Wincing a bit with apprehension, Dash looked away from the trail she’d left behind and stepped toward her front door, hoping none of the neighbors were shooting her dirty looks at the moment. Walking through the door, Rainbow braced herself for what she knew was coming as soon as she closed it behind her. 
“Welcome home, Rainbow Dash!” both her parents exclaimed with cheer as they raced up to her and hugged her from both sides. For one of the rare instances in her life, she didn’t feel annoyed with Bow or Windy at all; she was glad to have such supportive parents, along with her supportive friends too. 
“Did you have fun at Applejack’s?” Bow asked, “I think we can all assume she had fun with you; I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy having you over, right?”
“Yeah dad, I enjoyed my time over there,” she replied, “We didn’t do much except talk, just about… stuff. Kind of important stuff. But AJ laid some wisdom on me, and it helped me out… a lot,” she finished, looking toward her mother who responded with a gleeful smile. 
“Honey, that’s wonderful!” she said before kissing the side of her hair, “I’m proud that you went to your friends for help when you needed it. It takes an awesome daughter to accomplish things on her own, but an even more awesome one to admit that she needs help.”
“Hum-ble! Hum-ble! Hum-ble!” Bow cheered as he swayed the both of them from left to right, Dash actually in a good enough mood to smile at both of their antics. 
“Okay, okay, I get it. You’re both proud of me for being awesome, and… I’m grateful for that,” she said, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders in return, “I love you guys. I’m glad that you’re my parents.” Exchanging happy looks of surprise between themselves, Bow and Windy both leaned their heads against Dash for a soft group hug, both of them settling down enough to enjoy the tenderness of the moment. “So… I know it’s a little late in the day for it, but, do you think we could have those pancakes now?”
“Honey, it is never too late in the day for celebratory pancakes!” Windy said, darting from Rainbow Dash to the kitchen to pull out the pancake dishes still in the refrigerator. 
“If multi-billion dollar restaurants can serve pancakes for lunch, I don’t see why we can’t too,” Bow said before he gave his daughter a playful noogie. Dash broke away from his hold with a playful chuckle, before the two of them entered the kitchen, while Windy had their plates in the microwave. 
“I set it to defrost for about a minute,” Windy said to them, “That way it should make them just a bit warm without melting the frosting on top.”
“Thanks mom. Oh, and since we’re all about to eat, uh… RainbowPie pancakes, that reminds me,” Dash began, garnering both her parents eager looks, “I know tomorrow’s Sunday, which makes it a school night, but I was wondering… would it be okay if Pinkie Pie came over for a sleepover tomorrow night?” Not even a second passed before both her parents emitted excited gasps, putting Dash slightly on edge from how strong their reactions were. 
“Our daughter’s first sleepover date!” both of them exclaimed, making Dash cover her ears from the volume at which they shouted it. 
“I can’t believe this is happening!” Windy cheered as she hugged her husband, “Dash has had Pinkie and her friends sleepover multiple times, but it’s never been just the two of them before!”
“And while they’re dating!” Bow concurred with the same amount of energy, “It’s all moving so fast — which makes complete sense given its our daughter, right?”
“What do you think they’re gonna do while she’s over?”
“Oh, what won’t they do? Why I wouldn’t be surprised if — !”
“GUYS!” Rainbow Dash shouted, making both of them halt at once as they turned toward her, “I haven’t even asked Pinkie if she wants to come over yet. And even then, she needs to ask her parents too, and given how uptight they are in general, there’s a strong chance they might say no. So, let’s hold our horses before we get all worked up over something that might happen, okay?” Both her parents nodded toward her with a soft grin. 
“Understood,” Windy said, just as the microwave beeped behind her, “Oh, pancakes are done!” Turning around to open the door, she, Bow and Rainbow Dash stepped forward to grab their plate and stack of pancakes on top of them. 
When she’d first seen them that morning, she wasn’t in the right mindset to appreciate what they’d made for her. Now that Applejack had helped clear the clutter from inside her head, she could feel proper admiration for the wonderful sight in front of her: the frosting her mother had used perfectly sculpted the insignias that she and Pinkie Pie were associated with, the rainbow lightning bolt and the balloons of various colors. The amount of edible confetti layered onto the stack itself was enough that might even impress Pinkie Pie herself, and she could even see faint colors of the bits of fruit that her father had mixed in with the pancake batter itself. 
“Wow guys, you really outdid yourselves,” Rainbow Dash said with enthusiasm, “These look like the best pancakes ever!” Both Windy and Bow turned toward each other, wearing prideful smirks and one eyebrow cocked upward. 
“Geez Dash, laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” Bow said as he looked back at his daughter who seemed taken aback. 
“Yeah, I mean, they’re just pancakes,” Windy concurred, “You’re kind of suffocating us by getting excited over something so trivial.” A few seconds of silence passed between the trio, before Dash’s bewildered expression turned to a smile of her own. All three of them broke out into laughter at the same time, before Dash accepted the plate from her mother.
As she sat down with her parents at the kitchen table, she heard them gossiping about the possibilities of the potential sleepover she might have with Pinkie Pie, as if they themselves had some sort of stake in it. Rather than dissuade them from getting too excited over it again, Dash just ignored them, cutting into her pancakes and popping a large slice into her mouth. She felt her entire face melt from how exquisite the taste of mixed fruit and fried buttermilk covered in syrup felt against her tongue, savoring the impressive flavor for a moment before swallowing. Much as she enjoyed the pancakes, part of her now regretted not eating them earlier in the morning. If they tasted this good after being reheated, she could only imagine how much better they would have tasted fresh. 
Feeling the bite she’d taken drop into her stomach, another thought entered Dash’s mind, concerning what else she might eat between now and when Pinkie Pie might show up tomorrow night. Taking Applejack’s advice to heart, she had a feeling that what went into her gullet might have a somewhat important impact on the evening she had planned for the two of them. For now though, she decided to continue enjoying her brunch with her wonderfully supportive parents as she cut out another slice of RainbowPie pancakes.
> That's a Lot to Digest (Chapter 4)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

On a wide flat screen television, a small dragon with flaming scales and wings hovered in the air, scowling down at a lightly colored alpaca gazing upward with a bubbly smile. The dragon spewed an array of fireballs toward the ground, the alpaca dodging each one without its stance changing even slightly. The dragon growled with frustration before swooping down toward its target. In the blink of an eye, the alpaca vanished off the right side of the screen, appearing from the left and smacking the dragon with its fluffy backside. She unleashed a barrage of successive butt slams from left and right at ludicrous speed, making the dragon dizzy from her unrelenting assault. With the dragon woozy and motionless, the alpaca jumped into the air and landed onto her with a crushing body slam, making the screen flash a variety of bright colors.
“K.O.!” the announcer proclaimed, as the alpaca jumped away from her unconscious opponent. “Winner: Paprika!” The victorious alpaca lifted her hindlegs into the air over her own head before closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out at the dragon laying before her.
“... I don’t believe it,” Rainbow Dash said, dropping her video game controller onto the lap of her turquoise gym shorts while she stared at the screen in bewilderment. “How did you win?”
“I think I won by beating you up until your life bar was empty,” Pinkie Pie said right next to her, laying upside down on Dash’s bed as her hands holding the controller touched the carpet.
“That’s not what I — what I mean is, I’ve played this game for a month, an hour every day and two hours on the weekends. You on the other hand haven’t even touched this game until thirty minutes ago, because not only do you not own this game, you don’t even own this console.”
“Nope!”
“You had no idea what you were doing the whole time, did you?”
“Nuh uh.”
“... Did I seriously lose six matches in a row to you just mashing buttons?”
“Yup!”
Rainbow Dash’s face twisted into a heap of frustration, prompting her to lift her hands up to her head and lean back against her bed. It wasn’t fair. This was one of her favorite games, something she’d anticipated the release of since its announcement last year, buying it the minute it hit the shelves and spending so much time practicing the character she wanted to play. She knew she wasn’t the best in the world, but she could hold her own somewhat well in online matches, even against some of the higher ranked players. And in the span of half an hour, all of that work had amounted to absolutely nothing. She didn’t want to be a sore loser, but it chafed her so much to know that she’d worked hard to get as good at the game as possible just to be beaten by someone who had no idea how to play.
With her hands still covering her head, Dash felt a slight weight bearing down on her lap. She peeked through her hands to see a cheery pink face staring up at her past the Canterlot High Wondercolts logo on her sky blue shirt, with her poofy curly hair providing a gentle cushion between her own head and Dash’s legs.
“Don’t make that face at me,” Dash said in a flat tone, “I’m mad.” She lifted her eyes up for a few seconds, before peering back down to see Pinkie Pie’s expression hadn’t changed even slightly. “Cut it out.” Keeping her frown on as she stared down at her, Pinkie’s happy face remained unwaveringly strong, even with Dash staring daggers at her. Their silent staring contest persisted for several seconds, before Dash at last sighed and let her grimace fade away. “Why won’t you let me stay mad at you?”
“Because it wouldn’t be a fun sleepover if you stayed mad the whole time!” Pinkie said as she reached a finger up and tapped Dash’s nose, making her mouth scrunch up in response. Try as she might to keep her face looking tough, she eventually smiled as she reached down to run her fingers through Pinkie’s wild yet soft curls of hair.
“Alright, fine,” Rainbow relented, the feel of her girlfriend’s hair against her hand doing a marvelous job at soothing her irritation, “Guess I shouldn’t get too upset over something so trivial, huh?”
“I get it, Rainbow Dash,” Pinkie Pie said as she sat up from her lap, running her hands over herself to smooth over the folds throughout her pink pajama dress over the bloomers underneath it, “You work so hard at all the competitive stuff you do, so it doesn’t feel good when someone who’s a novice snatches that away from you. I don’t know how I kept winning — it just kind of works out like that for me sometimes. But I know without a doubt you could beat all our other friends without any trouble, if that means anything!”
“Nah, not really,” Dash replied as she wrapped her arms around Pinkie Pie’s back, “What means a lot to me is that you’re here with me right now, putting up with the worst of me when not a lot of others would.”
“Aw, no problem!” Pinkie assured her, “It’s no big deal that you get a little cranky when you lose at something. Happens to a lot of us — mostly Applejack,” she whispered, drawing a laugh from Rainbow Dash. Pinkie leaned her forehead against Rainbow, prompting both of them to look into each other’s eyes. A moment passed, and Rainbow inched her lips forward, resting them against Pinkie’s before they slowly opened to allow their tongues to meet in the middle. The two of them engaged in the familiar motions within their mouths,and Pinkie Pie scooted her body forward so the bowtie over her chest pressed onto Rainbow’s t-shirt, her legs spread over Dash’s waist while Dash in turn lifted her knees up, her thighs pressed up underneath Pinkie’s bubbly hindquarters. Feeling somewhat daring, Dash moved her hands down Pinkie’s sides, running them underneath the cover of her pajama skirt and against the smooth skin of her pink glutes. She felt Pinkie giggle with their mouths still connected, making Dash’s heart swell with joy at her response. She had a feeling that Pinkie would be more than fine with such an intimate embrace, but still garnered immense satisfaction at hearing her approval. Just when she moved her thumbs up toward the waistline of her panties, a knock on her bedroom door made her entire body freeze even though Pinkie kept moving.
“Rainbow? Pinkie?” Windy’s voice called from the other side of the door, setting off a number of mental alarms inside Dash’s head, “Mind if we come in for a moment?”
“Yeah!” Dash said after she quickly severed the connection between her and Pinkie, leaving the other girl’s lips still puckered as she kissed the empty air between them, “I mean, no, or — sure, come on in!” Just after the doorknob began to twist, Dash yanked her hands off of Pinkie’s butt, lowered her legs and nudged her forward, causing her to lose her balance and fall on her back with her legs in the air.
“Hey girls!” Windy greeted them with Bow beside her, “Just checking in before me and Bow head to bed. You both having a good time with each other?”
“Oh yeah, great time!” Dash said with a forced grin. Her eyes darted to Pinkie, her skirt still hitched up above her waist and showing off her bloomers. Feeling a sense of panic overcome her along with a burning warmth along her face, Dash’s eyes scanned the room as she tried to come up with something to respond with, “Just, uh… playing video games!” she said when her eyes fell upon the a controller, tossing it onto Pinkie Pie’s chest, who picked it up just as Dash picked up her own.
“Yup, sure are!” Pinkie Pie said with a zesty pep as her fingers danced across the plastic buttons, “No making out or groping going on here, just some nice wholesome simulated cartoon violence!” Rainbow Dash smacked herself over the eyes upon hearing Pinkie Pie over sell their cover up story.
“Great, glad you’re both having such a wonderful time!” Bow said over his wife’s shoulder, “But don’t feel like you have to be family-friendly in our house. You girls are practically young adults, and you’re both in a very strong and supportive relationship, so we encourage both of you to — .”
“Good night mom and dad, see you in the morning,” Rainbow Dash said to them in a displeased tone.”
“Goodnight, RainbowPie!” both of them said before closing the door, leaving Dash to rub her temples in frustration.
“Your parents mushed our names together?” Pinkie asked, looking forward through her open legs at Rainbow Dash.
“That’s not even the weirdest thing they’ve done since we started dating,” she explained, “And I’m sure things are just gonna get weirder in the future.”
“I like it. They seem so happy about both of us together.”
“You say nice. I say weird — and borderline creepy.”
“Anyway, they bring up a good point: it is getting kind of late, considering we have school tomorrow,” she said, lifting herself up from her back and scooting up beside Rainbow Dash, “What do you want to do before we go to sleep, huh? Maybe watch a movie and snuggle in bed together?”
Rainbow Dash lifted her eyes in thought. That certainly sounded like a great way to end the night, her dark room illuminated by some action movie playing on TV, while they paid no attention to it in favor of letting their mouths and hands explore each other in whatever ways their imagination could conjure. Looking downward, she knew something within her would make it impossible to tuck herself into bed anytime soon.
“Actually Pinkie Pie, I’m gonna use the bathroom,” she said.
“Oh, okay,” Pinkie replied without losing an ounce of her cheeriness and reaching for the remote, “I guess I can look through the movie list and see if there’s anything — .”
“You wanna come with me?” Rainbow Dash asked, causing Pinkie’s eyes to widen and her already poofy hair to inflate by several inches in surprise.
“Ha-bwa-ah-dha-whaaaa!?” Pinkie Pie stammered as she looked at her girlfriend in shock.
“And from the way things feel, I’m probably gonna be in there for a while,” Rainbow Dash repeated, sitting up on her knees with her shirt slightly lifted to expose some skin of her back, leaning her face towards Pinkies with her eyes half open and a seductive grin on her face, “I could really use someone to keep me company in there, if you’re up for it” Pinkie Pie dropped the remote control with her mouth hanging open in bewilderment.
“Oh… oh my gosh… Oh. My. Gosh,” Pinkie Pie muttered to herself, “I-I can’t — I didn’t think — I thought you wouldn’t want to do that.”
“I’m willing to give it a try, Pinkie,” Rainbow said as she lifted a hand and put it over Pinkie Pie’s, “Life and relationships are all about taking risks and trying new things, even if you’re not sure how they’ll work out. You and I gave each other a chance by dating in the first place, and we’ve been happy with what’s happened so far. I’m more than willing to try this thing you like at least once, just in case I might like it too.”
“R-really?” Pinkie Pie said, her body trembling as she began to smile.
“Yeah, really. But I need you to decide pretty quick if you’re ready for this,” Rainbow said, holding her stomach while her eyes squinted, “I’m not sure how much longer this thing can stay cooped up in here.”
“Whoa! How long have you — ack, sorry!” Pinkie said as she tapped the sides of her head to regain some semblance of control over herself, “Okay, yes, I would love  to watch you take a dump, Rainbow Dash!”
“Ssh!” Rainbow said, prompting Pinkie to cover her own mouth, “Look, I’m willing to do this with you, but I need you to be pretty quiet, okay? I do not want my parents hearing anything that we’re doing.”
“You think they might not approve?”
“No, I’m worried they will approve, and then they won’t shut up about it!”
“Oh, okey dokey. Let’s go then, before you have an accident,” she beamed, making Rainbow Dash smile as she shook her head.
Peering her head out of the door to her bedroom, Rainbow Dash looked both ways before turning tilting her head so her right ear gained a bit of elevation. She darted out of the bedroom, planted herself onto the wall and motioned with her hand for Pinkie Pie to follow her as she slid down the hallway. With her hands behind her and underneath her waistline, Pinkie Pie bounced down the middle of the hallway, her leaps defying any sense of logic by not making any noise on the way up or down from the floor. It took them about ten seconds of sneaking and bouncing, before the pair finally reached the bathroom and turned on the lights.
“Phew,” Rainbow sighed, before feeling Pinkie’s arms wrap around her from behind, above her stomach to refrain from putting anymore pressure on her intestines.
“Dashie, thank you so much for doing this!” Pinkie exclaimed in a whisper, “This means the world to me, that you’re willing to give this kind of thing a chance! I can’t tell you how much I’ve dreamed of this!”
“Heh, well, I’m glad you’re happy, but don’t get too hopeful yet,” Rainbow said nervously, “I don’t want to kill the mood, but there’s a few ground rules I want to lay out before we start, just so I feel a little more comfortable doing this.”
“No problem. I kind of thought you’d need to set up a few do’s and don’ts before you doo-doo.” Following a soft snicker from Dash, she cleared her throat before reciting her list of restrictions.
“First one is, I need you to keep your hands to yourself on this one. I don’t know what you had in mind when you’ve, uh, dreamed of this, but it’s gonna have to be strictly observation on this one, okay?”
“Question!” Pinkie asked, raising her hand in the air like she was in class at the moment.
“Yes, Pinkie Pie?”
“If I’m not allowed to touch you, am I allowed to touch myself?” she asked with her bright and sparkling eyes fluttering toward Dash.
“Yeah, totally!” Dash replied, “I wouldn’t want you to sit there all pent up while you’re watching a big fantasy of yours coming to life. That’d be pretty evil of me.”
“Yes!” Pinkie cheered as she pumped her fist in front of her, “Any other rules?”
“Just one more: no eye contact.”
“Aw…” Pinkie said with a slight frown, making Dash wince in response.
“I’m sorry Pinkie,” she said softly, “It’s just that this is something I’m still a bit nervous about, and I feel like if I see you watching me, it’s going to give me stage fright and keep things from, well, you know…”
“I understand,” Pinkie nodded, “I kind of wanted to see your face while you’re pushing though, just to see what expressions you make. Lots of people make different faces when they’re pushing, especially depending on how big or small their turds are. But if you don’t feel comfortable with it, I understand.”
“Thank you, Pinkie,” Dash replied, “Okay, those are the only two I can think of right now.”
“Does that mean you’re about to start?”
“Mhm. But before that, there’s something I want to do, to help you get started on your own end.”
“Oh?” Pinkie asked, watching Rainbow kneel in front of her, “Ohhhh,” she hummed with ecstatic wide eyes, while the girl in front of her reached her hands up underneath Pinkie’s pajama dress. Rainbow’s fingers slid behind the waistline of both Pinkie’s bloomers and her fuchsia panties, slipping them down the smooth pink skin of her juicy thighs until the cloth fell from her knees and onto the bathroom floor. She felt her chest tighten while her hands gripped the sides of the dress, easing it upward and preparing herself for the big reveal of what lay in wait underneath.
Rainbow Dash felt her heart skip a beat in response to the sight before her. Below her slim stomach was the smooth and hairless surface of pink flesh, with the small crevasse above the area where her supple thighs pressed together. Her pussy lips, a bit more plump than her own, had a number of tiny creases and folds along the ridges, reminding her of raw dough that had been kneaded before being put in the oven. They’d spread to show a bit of the lighter pink flesh within as well as the tiny round nub at the top, throbbing a bit under Rainbow’s sight. Her eyes moved up the body she knelt in front of, looking to see Pinkie staring down at her with her hands holding her face with a toothy grin.
“Nice…” Rainbow muttered, moving her thumbs inward and rubbing them along the outer labia between her legs.
“Mmmmf!” Pinkie hummed, her thighs squeezing together in response, Rainbow’s eyes darting down just in time to see her pussy quiver and open a bit from Rainbow’s touch, “Y-yeah, I think it’s pretty neato. We have gotten pretty acquainted with each other over the years.”
“Oh yeah?” Rainbow asked as she continued to slide her thumbs up and down the sensitive flesh, “I’m hoping I can get more acquainted with it myself over time.” Leaning her head inward, Rainbow Dash placed a slow and gentle kiss on the nub of flesh at the top of her pussy.
“Oooh,” Pinkie moaned, dropping her hands onto Dash’s brightly colored hair and rubbing her palms over the top. Rainbow could have remained in such a position for quite some time, letting her mouth become even more engaged with the other set of lips touching up against it. She wanted to see if she could work Pinkie’s flesh in just the right way to bring her to her peak, having her orgasm with her own face buried between her supple thighs while Dash lapped up all the wetness excreting from her before and after her climax. Tempted though she was to keep going, she knew she’d come into the bathroom for a different purpose, and pried herself away from Pinkie’s enticing vulva. Standing up, Rainbow Dash turned around and slid her own thumbs underneath her gym shorts, taking in a deep breath before pushing them down.
Following a light gasp from Pinkie, Rainbow Dash slipped her pants down past the slim curves of her behind, showing off her light blue butt cheeks to the girl behind her before dropping them to the floor. Despite her heart rate increasing and her face warming up, Dash forced herself to stand tall and put her right hand on her hip, looking over her shoulder toward her girlfriend.
“Well, what do you think?” Rainbow asked with a confident smirk, leaning forward just a bit to let her petite derriere stick out with her shirt resting over the top of her glutes.
“It’s so good!” Pinkie squealed as she knelt down and gripped the edge of her dress, “You’ve got such a cutie booty, Dashie! I can’t believe something so tiny and beautiful is holding back a big fat and stinky dump!” Rainbow’s eyes widened as her smile remained, prompting Pinkie to lift her hands up to her mouth. “Oh, sorry, was that weird?”
“A little, but not off-putting,” Rainbow chuckled, “But I’m guessing that must mean you’re getting a little antsy, right?”
“Noooo…? Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted with an apologetic smile.
“Guess I should stop teasing then and get on with it,” she said, lifting the lid of the toilet up before turning her backside toward the tank and sitting down, “Oh, are you into piss too?”
“Eh, kinda-sorta?” Pinkie replied, crawling across the bathroom floor to gain a better look at Rainbow now that she was on the porcelain throne, “It’s nice to see, but it doesn’t get me off or anything.”
“Still want to watch?”
“Totally! I don’t want to miss a minute of anything that goes on while you’re sitting on the potty.”
With a slight bit of hesitance, Rainbow tilted her head up to look over Pinkie Pie’s enormous hair, before spreading her own legs to give her a good view of her own privates. She saw Pinkie Pie’s eyes light up at the sight between Dash’s skinny thighs, her own fleshy lips with slightly less folds than the ones on Pinkie’s girlhood. Her own clit remained barely visible, tucked away behind its hood while her anxiousness kept it from gaining any sturdiness.
Exhaling softly, Dash relaxed the muscles between her thin legs and felt the tingling sensation rush through her loins. A thin stream of pale yellow liquid shot from her small pussy lips and trickled against the clear water below somewhat loudly. Even above the sound of her urinating, Dash’s ears picked up a slow and rhythmic squish coming from in front of her, prompting her to bring her eyes down. Just as she’d thought, Pinkie Pie’s left hand had found comfort between her own legs, her middle finger rubbing up the centerfold of her tender and moist lips. She’d hiked back her pajama dress, exposing to Dash her pink thighs and slightly wide hips, with just a bit of her belly showing too.
Dash felt another rush surge through her loins along with her urinating. Pinkie Pie was masturbating, specifically to Rainbow Dash taking a leak in front of her. She didn’t do so at a fast pace, but it was enough to show that despite what she’d said before, Pinkie found the act before her quite enticing. With Rainbow’s muscles relaxing, she felt the pressure behind her butthole increase, prompting her to suck it back in. Despite the discomfort, she didn’t want to let even the tiniest puff out until she was ready to do so all at once. Thankfully the surge at her front began to die down, until it slowed to a frail trickle.
“Okay, that’s the appetizer done,” Dash said while she looked between her legs to see the yellowed water she sat over, “You ready for the main course?”
“More than ready!” Pinkie cheered, her legs squeezing together around her left wrist for a moment.
“So, how should I do this exactly? You’re probably not gonna be able to see much if you look at me from the front… you want me to sit backwards on it or something?”
“Hm… actually, better idea,” Pinkie began as her hand left her wet pussy with an audible squish while she brought herself up to her knees, “Why don’t you sit sideways, toward the bathtub. That way you’re sitting with your booty facing the other way, while I’ve got a lot more room to enjoy the view while my hand does all the work?” Dash turned herself to the side, looking over her shoulder to watch Pinkie crawl to a new position next to the bathroom sink.
“How’s this?” Rainbow asked.
“Can you scoot up just a bit? It’s kind of hard to see anything with your butt covering up the hole.”
“Heh, I thought you said my butt was tiny. You saying it’s big now?” Dash asked with a smirk.
“No way! I’m saying you have a teeny-tiny toilet.”
“Nice save,” she said, before scooting up a few inches. Her new position allowed enough space to show a wide gap within the interior of the toilet bowl, along with Dash’s agile blue buttocks and the compact star shaped circle of twitching flesh between them. “Better?”
“Perfect! Fire when ready, captain!”
Rainbow Dash felt her body tense up just a bit, knowing what she was moments away from doing. A number of thoughts raced through her mind, about how things could go wrong: making a weird and off-putting noise, Pinkie Pie getting obsessive over what took place in front of her and violating one of the rules she’d set in place, or even worse, not liking how her fantasy played out in real life and ruining it for her forever. After a few seconds of hesitance, her mind clutched onto what she’d heard the other day at Sweet Apple Acres:
 And hey, even if we don’t enjoy the experience, it ain’t gonna be the end of the world, Rainbow remembered Applejack telling her yesterday afternoon, It’ll feel a little awkward for a day or two, but then we’ll look back on it and laugh. That’s part of life Rainbow, relationships included: taking a leap, sometimes falling, but laughing if off after you pick yourself up.
With the memory of Applejack’s words helping to reassure her, Rainbow Dash remembered that whatever happened, for better or worse, she and Pinkie would still have each other at the end of it all. With the pressure in her backside swelling, Rainbow crossed her arms over the bottom of her shirt over her crotch, took a deep breath and pushed it through her intestines, forcing it through the other side.
  PLOOOOOOT
Dash’s ears grew hot from the eruption underneath her, a combination of the strong vibration that rumbled through her sphincter and the acoustics of the round porcelain amplifying her flatulence numerous times over. She’d expected it to be a strong gust leaving her anus from how it felt, but underestimated the true power she’d been holding back. Even though Pinkie had said this was part of what got her off, her natural instincts told her she’d just committed a horrible taboo by letting her girlfriend hear such an offensive sound coming from her tush.
“Hnnng!” Pinkie Pie whimpered from behind, the slippery sound that Pinkie Pie’s finger had made when rubbing herself increasing drastically. Dash hesitantly looked over her shoulder to see Pinkie Pie on her knees, her hips moving back and forth while her left hand kept itself against the space between her legs, her middle finger seeming to have disappeared inside her caverns for the moment. “Ah, ah, ah, nnng — mmm!” she squealed before going silent for a moment, then sighing through her nose with immense relief. Dash kept her eyes on Pinkie’s lower body, seeing her tremble as she kept her hand in place.
“Wow, already?” Dash asked, still keeping her eyes from looking at Pinkie in the face.
“Yup!” Pinkie said, “I can get to an orgasm pretty darn fast — but I can also get a lot of them out, so I’m good to keep going for a while.”
“Oh good, that’s a relief. I’d feel disappointed if you were already tapping out.”
“No way, po-nay!” she said, making Rainbow laugh.
“Still, just a fart is enough to get a climax out of you?”
“I’ve felt pretty pent up since you said you would do this in the first place, so it didn’t take a lot to get me there. Besides, that was HUGE, way bigger than I expected! How long have you been holding that one in?”
“Pretty much since you got here,” she admitted, making Pinkie gasp.
“You’ve been holding every bit of gas in for hours now?”
“Mhm! Wanted to make sure that when the time came, it wasn’t some weak little puff.”
“It sure wasn’t — it was anything but weak,” Pinkie said, before sniffing the air, “And the smell’s pretty strong too. I can smell it ever from here.”
“Is it that bad?”
“Bad? No way, just really strong.”
“Well, you can get closer… if you want.”
“You sure you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Just, no touching, okay?”
“No problem!” Pinkie said, before shuffling her knees across the floor and closer to the toilet. Turning her head back toward the shower curtain, Rainbow heard Pinkie take another sniff through her nose, before sighing with pleasure.
“So, you like the smell of farts?” Rainbow asked.
“Most of the time, yeah. Depends on what someone’s eaten beforehand. If they eat pretty healthy with a good helping of sugar, that makes a nice smell! Kind of like, pasta sauce that’s been left open for a few days.”
“Huh. That’s a pretty good comparison,” Dash said as she thought it over, “But now I’m never gonna smell spaghetti or ravioli the same way again,” she admitted, making both of them laugh. “Alright, here’s the biggie. And I mean that in more ways than one. You ready?”
“Ready, steady!” Pinkie said, the wet slipping between her legs resuming once again.
Scooting forward just a bit more, Rainbow Dash hunkered down with her shoulders raised, pushing down with her eyes shut tight. Between her sky blue cheeks, the gray flesh of her anus stuck out a few centimeters before parting, giving way to the dark brown tip of her first log.
“Mmm… nnng…” Rainbow grunted, forcing the turd to move forward by half an inch. With a bit more of the head visible, it could be seen that it was slightly dry and knobby, making it difficult for her to squeeze out steadily. “Hrrrk…” The medium brown protrusion began to move downward with a somewhat faster pace, showing a number of splits along its side now that it stuck out by about four inches. As Rainbow paused to take a deep breath, she could hear Pinkie’s fingers moving the fastest they’d moved since they arrived, accompanied by the sound of her panting and moaning while she pleasured herself.
“Hoooo, my gosh!” Pinkie whimpered with delight, “It’s so big! I can hear how much you’re working to get it out, it’s so cute! Eeeep!” Rainbow couldn’t help but smile despite the slight twinge of embarrassment, and the discomfort of the stubborn log taking its sweet old time moving through her colon. Taking a deep breath and doing her best to ignore the stench moving into her nostrils, Dash gritted her teeth and bore down, pushing with even more force than before.
“Grrr… rrrgh!” she grunted, a slight hiss of trapped gas emitting from the splits of her turd once they’d breached the surface. Her single log hung at about nine inches before the end of it began to thin, and at last slide out of her hole with a loud plunk as it splashed into the water below. “Haah! Ah… yeesh,” Dash muttered, her wide open anus pulsing for a bit before curling back a few centimeters into its proper place.
“Ahhh-ahh, D-Dashie…?” Pinkie whimpered, the sound of her hands movements pausing for just a moment.
“Ye — hff — y-yeah, Pinkie?” Dash asked, feeling a bit dizzy from her exertion a moment ago.
“Do you mind if I get a little closer? Just so I can see inside, and get a little whiff? I promise I won’t touch or anything.”
“That’s fine, Pinkie. I trust you.” Dash heard Pinkie force her knees forward, and looked over her shoulder to see the edge of her hair while her head peeked over the edge of the toilet bowl.
“Oh, wow!” Pinkie exclaimed as she peered into the bowl, seeing the fat nine inch turd curled up within the center of the bowl, “It’s huge! I can’t believe you pushed that all the way through without hurting yourself. And…!” Pinkie gasped, Dash seeing out of her peripheral vision that she was looking slightly upward now, “Your little hiney-hole, it’s — it’s got a bit of smudge on it!” Dash felt her tingling face warm up a bit at the mention of her dirty butthole.
“Well yeah, heh. I haven’t gotten a chance to wipe yet, you know?”
“Hnnn, cumming… again!” Pinkie muttered as the sound of her slippery fingers rubbing herself resumed in the blink of an eye, “Hah, hah, hah, hah, oooooh!” Dash could feel the toilet seat shake just slightly under Pinkie’s grip while she experienced a second powerful orgasm. “Ah… ah! Oh… oh, that’s nice,” she whispered, before a slight thud hit the seat behind Dash. She turned around just for a moment to see that Pinkie had dropped her head to lay her chin on the toilet seat, getting a closer look at Dash’s sticky unwiped butthole. She managed to turn back around before Pinkie could lift her gaze up, still wanting to keep her sight onto the shower curtains in front of her.
“I can’t believe how much you’re enjoying this, Pinkie Pie,” Dash said, giving her behind a slight sway from side to side, hearing a feeble moan from the girl that had her sight locked onto it.
“You didn’t think I was lying when I said I wanted this, did you?” Pinkie asked.
“No, of course not. It’s just that, you know, I didn’t think things would go this smoothly. I thought maybe I wouldn’t do something right, or it might not be as sexy in person as it is online, that kind of stuff.”
“That makes sense. You probably had first time jitters because it was something new that you’d never tried before.”
“Yeah, something like that. But I gotta say, I’m kind of glad I’m giving this a try right now. It’s… fun.”
“Really?” Pinkie asked, her excited voice raising half an octave.
“Yeah. I’m still kind of getting used to it, but hearing how much you’re enjoying it helps me relax a little.”
“I’m so glad to hear that, Dashie! I was really nervous you might think it felt weird or that you might want to stop before finishing, but I’m so happy you felt comfy enough to stick it through all the way to the end.”
“The end?” Rainbow laughed, “Who said I was done?”
“You mean… there’s more?” Pinkie asked with astonishment.
“Oh yeah. I’m barely halfway finished.”
“Whoa… h-how long have you held it in?”
“Since yesterday afternoon.”
“No. Way.”
“Yeah way,” Rainbow said with confidence, “Had to make sure I was fully stocked just for you.”
“You held it in for more than a day… just for me?” Pinkie Pie asked. With a warm smile on her face, Rainbow turned her head around to look right at Pinkie Pie below her.
“I did.”
“Dashie… that’s so thoughtful. You didn’t have to go through all that just for me. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable your tummy must have felt today.”
“Eh, no biggie. I’ve held it in for longer before. In fact — oh, hang on,” Dash said as her face twinged, “I gotta get the rest of this out.”
“Oh, okay, go for it!” Pinkie said as she brought her eyes back down to the gray orifice in front of her, with a few small streaks of brown along the surface.
“You can look at me if you want,” Dash said, drawing a confused look from Pinkie, “I mean my face.”
“I-I can?” Pinkie asked in disbelief, “I thought you said — .”
“Changed my mind. Hearing you get this much pleasure out of watching what my butt can push out makes me want to see how much more enjoyment you can get out of seeing my face too.”
“Eeee!” Pinkie said, before her hand darted back to her crotch and began rubbing furiously against her clitoris, “Thank you so much, Dashie!”
“You’re — nngh — welcome,” Rainbow said, her smile a bit shaky and her eyes squinting from the strain she put onto her rectum. Looking down at Pinkie, she saw her eyes darting up and down like watching a vertical tennis match, watching Dash’s face redden and her mouth tighten up, before turning her attention to Dash’s anus which produced turd of a lighter shade of brown growing in length. Unlike the previous log, this one had a bit more moisture along the surface, sliding out of Dash at a somewhat even pace despite her grunting and pushing as well as its lumpy form. With a softer consistency, the rim of her anus became lined with more sticky remnants as it pushed out of her, emitting a squishy noise akin to squeezing cookie dough through a plastic tube. Hanging at an impressive six inches, the turd stopped its descent despite Dash’s pushes.
“Aw man, it’s stuck!” Dash grumbled, swaying her cheeks from side to side a bit.
“Ohhh, oh wow!” Pinkie moaned, her eyes darting between Dash’s squinting face and the long turd swinging from her butt, “This is so hot…”
“Heh, glad you think so — it’s kind of annoying me. Come on, you, get off!” A few seconds of swinging passed, and five inches of the turd dropped down into the water with a decent splash, leaving a one inch nugget of brown still hanging from her anus. “Aw, you gotta be kidding me.”
“It’s stuck… mm…”
“You know what that means I’m gonna have to do, right?”
“W-what are you gonna do?” Pinkie asked, her entire body trembling while her fingers kept her pussy lips entertained.
“Give up.”
“What do you… oh!” Pinkie exclaimed following a sigh from Dash, and seeing her anus close shut and force the turd off of her butthole. Unable to push it off of her, Dash’s last option had made the turd leave an extremely thick layer of brown over her hole. The filthy orifice pulsed back and forth from the workout it had undergone over the last few minutes, causing the mess to squish upon itself and spread outward a little more.
“Oh, golly!” Pinkie whimpered as she closed her eyes, “Third one’s coming… oh, oh, ohhh!”
“Hang on Pinkie, there’s a little more,” Dash warned her, causing Pinkie to freeze her hand while she gritted her teeth.
“Hurryyyyy!” she begged as she watched Rainbow’s messy anus once again move forward. Unlike the previous two thick turds she’d squeezed out, what slid forward now was a tiny little sliver of brown, getting stuck in the mess around the rim and coiling into the collective without any hope of dropping despite Rainbow’s pushes.
“Argh… alright fine, guess it’s gonna be stuck too. I think that’s the last of it.”
“Ahhhh!” Pinkie squealed, before her other hand shot up to her mouth to muffle a scream rocketing from her. This time her climax was so powerful that Pinkie had to lean back and give up standing on her knees, thrusting her hips into the air with her fingers remained pressed against her clitoris. Almost half a minute passed of Pinkie Pie spasming on the floor, letting out feeble whimpers every time Dash tried to say something. Eventually, her squeals gave way to exhausted panting, her chest rising up and down and her eyes closed while her mouth hung open.
“You okay over there?” Dash asked in jest. Without lifting her head, Pinkie lifted her right hand to shoot her an OK sign, making Dash laugh. “Man, I believed you when you said you were enjoying this, but I don’t think I gave you enough credit. I don’t think I’ve seen you this winded before.”
“That… was… amazing…” Pinkie muttered between pants, her fingers stuck against the wet opening between her legs, “I have never… EVER… climaxed that hard in my life.”
“Have you climaxed that many times in your life?”
“Oh yeah, for sure,” Pinkie replied to Dash’s surprise, “I can get about five or six out on a regular basis.”
“Five or six!?” Rainbow asked, losing control of her voice for a moment.
“One time I made it to eight.”
“EIGHT!?” she exclaimed, before covering her mouth, “That’s insane. The highest I’ve ever gone was four, and I passed out for half an hour afterward.”
“Eh, it’s not a contest,” Pinkie assured Dash, who turned away from her with a disappointed grimace on her face, “But like I said, none of those in the past were ever this intense. This is hands down one of the most super-duper amazingly awesome nights I’ve ever had in my life!” Hearing Pinkie say such a thing wiped the grimace off her face and replaced it with a warm smile. Turning back to face her, she felt the sticky smudge squish between her cheeks, causing her to look down at the crack of her butt while she thought things over.
“Wanna make it even better?” Rainbow asked.
“... How?” Pinkie asked softly.
“I mean if you want to, you could help me clean this mess up,” she said, dropping her hands to her buttocks and spreading them a bit to show off the thick layer of brown coating the center of her behind. Pinkie Pie gasped both from the sight of Dash’s brown hole winking at her, and the idea she’d just suggested.
“Sure! But — what happened to no touching?”
“Changed my mind. The way the night’s gone, I have a feeling I’ll be changing my mind about a lot of things in the near future.” Watching a wide grin spread over Pinkie Pie’s face, she saw the girl struggle to pull herself off of the floor, her legs shaking as she forced herself to stand. “Actually, do you have any energy left to do this?”
“Oh, for sure!” Pinkie said, wobbling her way over to Rainbow Dash, “I just need you to bend over the tub for me. It’s the best position for you to take so I have enough room to see what I’m wiping.” Leaning forward, Rainbow Dash pushed the curtain aside and eased her hands onto the bottom of the tub, looking over her shoulder and raising her messy behind up into the air. “Hooo, that looks so hot!” Pinkie squealed as her thighs began to tremble.
“Ha, I never thought I’d hear that,” Dash said while Pinkie Pie reached for the roll of toilet paper and wrapped it around her hand, “Most people might get sick from seeing their partner’s messy butthole after they took a fat dump.”
“Since when have I ever been ‘most people’?” Pinkie asked cheerfully.
“Point made,” she relented as Pinkie knelt beside Dash and reached her hand holding the soft paper toward her raised buttocks.
“Just tell me if I’m making you feel uncomfortable, okay?”
“Got it,” Rainbow replied, before feeling Pinkie’s empty hand grab her left cheek, and the other push itself into her crack. Rainbow’s body jumped a bit when she felt the initial contact of Pinkie’s finger behind the paper push into the layer of filth coating her anus, causing her to freeze on the spot.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just kind of new to this. Haven’t had anyone wipe my butt since my mom when I was a toddler, you know?”
“Aw, that’s such a cute image! Did she have you bent over the tub like this too?”
“Yeah, most of the time.”
“Did your bottom get as messy back then as it is now?”
“Hey, you gonna do this or not?”
“Oh, right, sorry!” Pinkie said before her hand resumed its trek, pushing against the brown smudge and wiping upward toward the top of her butt crack. Rainbow cooed softly from the pressure of Pinkie’s fingers pushing against her sensitive anus, and from the sensation of the mess pulled upward through her cheeks. “Holy moly, that’s a lot of moly on your holey,” Pinkie said when she pulled the paper away from Dash’s rear.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, look!” Pinkie said, prompting Rainbow to look over her shoulder. She was treated to the sight of what was once a spotless wad of white toilet paper, now coated with a thick layer of sticky brown, leaving only the corners with any unstained whiteness. “I think I’m gonna be at this for a while.”
“Take your time,” Rainbow said with a look of pleasure on her face.
“You sound like you’re enjoying this,” Pinkie said before she bit her lip, tossing the dirty paper into the toilet before grabbing a second wad.
“I am. A lot.”
“I bet your mom never wiped your hiney like this, did she?” Pinkie asked, pushing her finger against Dash’s dirty hole once again. Her middle finger flexed forward, moving around in circles without wiping upward, making her squirm underneath Pinkie’s sensual touch. She felt her own lips flex, her arousal spiking from Pinkie’s intimate ministrations and from the position she had her in at the moment. “Wow, you’re really enjoying it.”
“Ah, it’s so good,” Rainbow mewed, arching her back downward as her hips swayed, “You’re such a good butt wiper, Pinkie Pie.”
“Ah-ah — n-number four… hnng!” Pinkie muttered after her hand stopped halfway up Dash’s butt crack, her arms trembling before she let out a powerful sigh. “Haah… phew, that one caught me off guard.”
“Man, you’re on a roll tonight,” Rainbow chuckled, “I’m starting to think anything’s going to make you orgasm at this point.”
“Anything involving you would do that for me, Dashie,” Pinkie said, throwing the second wad of paper away, before giving her cheeks a squeeze, “And that goes triple if it involves stuff coming out of your tushy!” Rainbow Dash slapped her hands over her smiling face, while Pinkie ran a third handful of paper through her cheeks, folding it over to pull away the last stubborn specks clinging to her flesh. “Okay, I think that’s the last of it. But lemme check just to make sure,” she said, before spreading both blue cheeks open a bit to give her an unobscured view of her anus.
“Mm, Pinkie…” Rainbow moaned while her pussy lips pulsed with desire.
“Looks good from what I can see!” Pinkie said, letting go of Rainbow’s butt and giving her right cheek a gentle pat, “You wanna see what you left behind before I flush it?”
Rainbow pulled herself off the edge of the tub and knelt down beside Pinkie Pie, leaning her head over the seat of the toilet. Inside the bowl, underneath a number of soggy paper with brown streaks coating the surface, she could see the first thick turd she’d dropped at the start of her dump, with the broken one floating in chunks above it.
“Huh, not bad,” Rainbow said casually.
“Not bad?” Pinkie asked her, “It’s enormous!”
“I’ve made bigger before.”
“You have!?”
“Yup. I’d say on a scale of one to ten for biggest dumps I’ve taken, this is maybe a six or seven.”
“W-what’s a ten?”
“Where it’s so big that it clogs the toilet before I even wipe.” Pinkie Pie stared slack-jawed at her girlfriend, who looked back at her with a cocky grin. “Oh yeah. Sports and athletic stuff isn’t the only thing I excel at,” she bragged, before Pinkie leaned over and squeezed her with a big hug and a firm kiss on the lips.
“You’re the best girlfriend ever, Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie said after breaking their mouths away, “I can’t believe that you’re such a pooping machine, AND you’re okay with letting me watch it! You have no idea how happy this makes me!”
“It makes me happy too, Pinkie,” Rainbow said while she rubbed her hand through Pinkie’s curly hair, “I’m so glad I gave this a chance. Thanks for being honest with me and helping me open my mind to something new.”
“And I’m glad you had fun too! But I couldn’t help but notice something near the end, and it’s a little concerning.”
“What’s that?” Rainbow asked, a slight twinge of worry rising within her.
“So, I ended up cumming four — well, more like three and a half times — while you came exactly zero times. You got a little turned on while I was wiping your booty, but that’s about it. Are you sure you enjoyed yourself?”
“Oh, of course I did!” Rainbow assured her, “To tell you the whole truth, I don’t think this kink of yours is something I’m going to enjoy to the same extent you do, not to the point where I’m gonna squirt just because one of us farted or took a dump in front of the other. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t have fun doing it anyway. It’s kind of exhilarating to have you for an audience while I’m doing this — just not in a sexual way, not to the level you enjoy it at least.”
“Oh, alright then,” Pinkie replied with a passive shrug, “So I’m guessing that means you won’t want to watch me do the same thing for you in the future?”
“I never said that.”
“But I thought — ?”
“Like I said, it’s not gonna turn me on as much as it does you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see it anyway. It’s kind of nice that I can spend time with you without feeling like we have to hide this from each other now. And I’ll still have fun if you get off on performing for me. Is that something you’re into?”
“Totally!” Pinkie exclaimed, “That’s the thing I’ve fantasized the second most about since we’ve dated: taking a dump while  you watch me.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to do that sometime soon. Because I want to see what kind of mess you can leave behind too, especially with all the stuff you’re shoving into your gullet on a daily basis.” Pinkie Pie giggled jovially, before resting her head against Dash’s chest.
“Thanks for being so supportive, Dashie. Still, I wish I could make you get the same kind of relief I did from watching you. I feel kind of selfish that I got to climax so many times while you just got a teensy bit turned on.” Dash turned her gaze upward in thought for a moment, before looking back toward the tub and smiling.
“Well, if you really want to return the favor, I can think of a way.”
“Really?” Pinkie asked with a beam, “What’s that?”
“You did a pretty good job wiping my behind, but I still feel like I could use a bit more cleaning than I think either of our hands and some toilet paper can do.”
“I see… you want me to find you some wet wipes?”
“No, Pinkie,” Rainbow said as she buried her face into her hand, “The shower?”
“... Ohhhh! Now I get it!” Shaking her head at Pinkie Pie, Rainbow stood to her feet, leaning down and reaching a hand toward her girlfriend to help her stand onto her shaky feet. Rainbow Dash slid her hands down her front and to the bottom of her shirt, grasping the end and pulling it up over her head. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, holding it with one hand and dropping it to the floor, watching Pinkie Pie’s eyes light up with joy at seeing her A-cup breasts and rigid gray nipples. Rainbow used a finger to beckon Pinkie closer to her, prompting the girl to take a step forward while Dash lifted her arms over Pinkie’s smooth shoulders. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, Rainbow’s hands moved down Pinkie’s shoulders and her hips, giving her pink glutes a squeeze, eliciting a giggle from her into Rainbow’s ear. Her fingers slipped down the upper part of Pinkie’s dress and unhooked the metal clasps resting against her back, letting the bra she wore fall away while Dash eased the dress straps past her shoulders. Pinkie backed away just enough to let the garments fall around her ankles, before she looked down to see her own naked chest moving back toward Rainbow’s.
“Boop,” she muttered when the two pairs of blue and pink orbs touched each other. Rainbow saw that while not enormous, Pinkie Pie’s boobs were noticeably bigger than her own; just big enough to cross into B-cup territory. Even with their larger size, they still had just as much lift and perk as Dash’s own petite globes. Despite her competitive nature, she didn’t feel even a little threatened by Pinkie’s larger chest fat. If anything, she saw their bigger size as more fun for her to enjoy.
“Turn around,” Rainbow whispered as she looked into Pinkie’s eyes.
“Okey dokey!” she whispered back, before swirling around on one foot, her soft hair smacking Rainbow in the process. With a wide grin, she buried her face into the mess of pink curls in front of her and wrapped her arms around Pinkie, her hands finding their place on each breast of hers. Her fingers curled inward, squeezing the soft flesh against her palms before tweaking the nipples with her thumbs. As she ran her index fingers in circles over the erect nipples, she heard Pinkie Pie emit a pleased gasp as she leaned her fluffy hair back into Dash’s face. “Oooh, you’re good at this!” Pinkie said, wiggling her behind against Dash’s crotch, which began to seep more wetness into her squeezing thighs.
“I’ve had a lot of time to practice,” she said, taking a large sniff of Pinkie’s hair as she continued to fondle her tits.
“Oh? Who do you practice on?”
“... Myself, Pinkie. When I’m masturbating.”
“Oh yeah, duh,” she laughed, prompting Rainbow to shake her head. She could have spent an eternity letting her hands explore every inch of Pinkie’s chest, tickling and pinching the fat of her boobs and the tips of her nipples. Regaining some level of composure, she relinquished Pinkie’s breasts after a minute of groping and leaned her chin on her shoulder.
“Thanks for that. Just needed to get it out of my system. You ready to get serious?”
“Oh yeah. Let’s get seriously serious,” Pinkie said, her eyes squinting before her voice dropped several octaves, into a harsh and gravely tone. Following a wide eyed look of surprise from Dash, Pinkie’s face went back to its usual beam, eliciting a laugh from both of them.
Rainbow Dash sauntered over to the tub and bent over to turn the water on, feeling Pinkie’s fingers mimic a spider crawling over her buttocks. She shivered a bit from the ticklish sensation, her pussy throbbing slightly while she pulled the curtains closed and turned the shower spout on. The two girls entered from the other side, stepping under the cascade of water and letting it drench their skin and hair.
Rainbow watched Pinkie’s floaty hair hang under the weight of the water, still a beautiful cluster of unkempt curls, but without their normal poofiness. Stepping forward, Rainbow let her nipples press up against Pinkie’s once again, before her mouths dove toward the one in front of her and the two of them locked lips like they’d done so many times before. Their tongues clung to each other and engaged in their practiced tango, while both of their hands went wild exploring the wet surface of each other’s naked bodies. While Dash’s hands couldn’t get enough of Pinkie’s jiggly buttocks, Pinkie’s grasp seemed more preoccupied with Dash’s back, letting her fingernails glide against the skin in a gentle scratching motion. After a minute of deep kissing, Dash broke her mouth away from Pinkie and began to kiss the side of her neck, delighting in the lustful moans she heard. Again she moved her head down, kissing the space between Pinkie’s buoyant chest and her arm, then lowered herself to her knees as she kissed the side of her hip, eager to put her mouth against another pair of lips between Pinkie’s legs.
“Oh, uh, Dashie?” Pinkie said just when Rainbow’s head moved toward the center of her belly, “I think I know where you’re going with this, and you might not want to do that right now.”
“Why not?” Rainbow asked, as Pinkie closed her eyes with a scrunched up face.
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“Ahh… that’s why,” Pinkie Pie said, fanning her hand behind her shapely pink backside with a grin of innocence, while Rainbow Dash looked up in shock at her.
“... Pfft, ha ha ha!” Rainbow burst out with laughter right before Pinkie joined her. In a matter of seconds, Rainbow caught a whiff of the tart odor she’d released from her anus. “Holy cow, that one’s ripe,” she said as she pinched her nose, “Might have to start calling you Stinky Pie if you’re gonna let something like that rip.”
“Ha ha, good one, Dashie!” Pinkie said, “Anyway, I think I’m gonna take the reigns for the rest of the night,” Pinkie said, her hands lifting Dash up under her arms and prompting her to stand, “I still want to get at least one climax out of you after all you’ve done for me.”
“Pinkie, you don’t have to — oh!” Rainbow blurted, losing track of how fast Pinkie had dropped to her knees and buried her face between Rainbow’s thighs, her tongue finding its way across her lips wet from the shower and her own previous arousal. With her mouth hanging open and emitting a series of soft moans, Rainbow felt the tingling surge from her groin spread through her body in response to Pinkie’s tongue dancing across her lips, occasionally poking up and circling around her clitoris with an impressive speed. “Haah… ah, w-well Pinkie, you — ooh — you make a pretty compelling argument.:”
“Mhm!” Pinkie muttered with her mouth still on Rainbow’s pussy, the vibrations increasing the lovely sensation she felt even moreso. Biting her lip and rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Rainbow’s hands moved down and rested on Pinkie’s soaking hair, her hips bearing down while she rode the tongue underneath her, her mind melting into a mush of pleasure and heartfelt joy.







Both Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a layer of steam clouding up the corners that they hadn’t wiped off. Their heads were wrapped up in towels to dry off their hair while they brushed their teeth, their bodies just as naked as they’d been in the shower. Even with her toothbrush in her mouth, Dash’s eyes found themselves wandering to the left, stealing glances at Pinkie’s smooth and pink form with her torso leaned over the counter. Pinkie seemed to have the same urges as her, seeing her gaze move toward Dash to fondle her with her eyes, while Dash herself turned to look back at the mirror. In the mirror’s reflection, she saw Pinkie scoot closer to her before bumping the sides of their butts together, making both of them giggle from the joy shared between them. After rinsing their mouths of the toothpaste, they unwrapped their heads and used a hair dryer to rid the last of the dampness still clinging to their locks.
“You’ve got a fantastic body,” Rainbow said after Pinkie shut off the dryer.
“Aw, thanks Dashie,” she replied, “You know you do too, right?”
“Yeah, but I get mine from constantly playing sports and eating a nutritious diet. You on the other hand eat sugar and carbs all day. I don’t get how you look skinny as me when you’re eating like that.”
“Ooh, I know this one!” Pinkie said before turning toward Rainbow and squeezing her breasts together, “All the sugar and fat goes straight to my boobies, which makes them a little bigger! Annnnd,” she continued as she turned around with a hop, leaning forward to point her butt at Rainbow, “It also makes my tushy just a bit more jiggly too!” To emphasize her point, she shook her hips to make her hindquarters ripple and show off the bit of meat they carried.
“Alright, good point,” Rainbow admitted, giving Pinkie’s behind a light slap, taking note of the brief ripple it showed in response, “It’s a shame that we have to put our clothes back on. I know we spent forever in the shower exploring each other’s bodies, but it still doesn’t feel like enough.”
“Well, once we get back to your bedroom, we could take ‘em right back off!” Pinkie said, leaping forward and raising a leg up behind her, “Then we can sleep in the same bed together, completely naked!”
“That sounds awesome,” Rainbow said while her hand remained fondling Pinkie’s soft buttocks, “But feeling you up against me is just gonna keep me from going to sleep, and considering tomorrow’s a school day…” Dash looked into Pinkie’s eyes, seeing her grin unwavering as she stared straight at her. “Yeah, I don’t know why I’m lying to myself, I can’t resist it. I’ll pay for it in the morning, even if it means I’m tired all day.”
“Yeah-haah!” Pinkie cheered before she kissed Dash on the cheek, “We’ll swing by Mr. and Mrs. Cake’s Sweet Shoppe in the morning and get you an extra big cup of coffee so you can stay awake during classes!”
“Yeah, but you know that much coffee’s gonna make me gassy…” Dash replied, before she saw Pinkie look up toward the ceiling with a smile on her face, “You little mischief maker, I know what you’re up to.”
“Who, me? Come on Dashie, do you really think I’d buy you that much coffee just because I like the idea of you tooting all day?”
“Your clit throbbed a bit when you said that,” Dash said while she had her eyes down, prompting Pinkie to tilt her head and look to see that the little nub of flesh was indeed moving upward a bit over her wavy crease of flesh.
“You little traitor, you gave me away!” she exclaimed, prompting a chuckle from Rainbow Dash.
“Fine, fine. We’ll go to my room, do whatever, and then I’ll spend most of tomorrow letting out coffee fueled farts. Sound good?” Following a soft hum, Pinkie Pie nodded with glee at Rainbow’s plan. The girls then spent the next few minutes picking their clothes up off the floor and putting them back on, bra, panties and pajamas, until they were dressed.
“Alright, let’s get out of here,” Dash said after she opened the door and stepped into the hallway with Pinkie behind her, “I don’t think we have to be sneaky this time. If my parents didn’t hear that before, there’s no way — .”
“Congratulations, Rainbow Dash!” a pair of voices screamed, bringing a sense of dread to the girl who’d stepped out first.
“... No,” she muttered in fear, “Please, PLEASE, no!” she begged, before turning around to see exactly who she knew she’d see: Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles, both her parents standing in front of her with eager smiles on their faces. Bow pulled the string on a party popper to release a loud snap and a shower of confetti while Windy blew a party blower with an annoying whizzing sound.
“Whoo hoo, celebration!” Pinkie Pie shouted as she jumped beside Rainbow Dash, then stopped in mid-air with a confused look, “Wait, what are we celebrating?”
“Oh come on, don’t act so bashful, you both know the occasion,” Bow said with a chipper tone, “You played a big part in making it happen after all.”
“Tonight we’re celebrating our favorite couple finally expressing their love for each other, AND our daughter losing her virginity! Congratulations Rainbow Dash, you’ve taken a monumental step in your life!”
“You heard that!?” Rainbow exclaimed with a look of appalment on her face growing red as a cherry at the moment.
“We sure did, honey!” Bow said before patting his daughter on the back, “Heard the whole thing from the moment you two entered the bathroom.”
“... The whole thing?” Rainbow asked with horror.
“All of it!” Windy affirmed as she sided up to Rainbow opposite from her husband, “Which brings us to the other thing we’re celebrating: the fact that our wonderful daughter opened her mind to accept her girlfriend’s kink, and even go as far as embracing it. Sweetheart, we’re so proud that you and Pinkie Pie can enjoy your scat fetish together!”
“NO!” Dash screamed with her hands pulling at her hair while her parents leaped over to Pinkie Pie.
“Pinkie, we just want to let you know that if scat’s your thing, then you made the best pick possible with Rainbow Dash,” Windy said to Pinkie with pride in her voice, “She’s going to be great at fulfilling your needs in that regard.”
“Really?” Pinkie asked with eager curiosity.
“Please stop,” Rainbow begged from afar.
“You bet!” Bow concurred, “Even in elementary school, she was dropping some HUGE kids off at the pool. I can’t tell you how many times I had to go in there with the plunger to unclog that poor toilet from the fat ones she’d choked it with.”
“Ooh, that sounds neat!” Pinkie said, while Dash crumpled to the floor with a look of defeat on her face.
“Someone kill me,” Rainbow muttered with her eyes fixed to the floor, “Seriously. Death, I welcome your loving embrace right now.”
It wasn’t death that embraced her, but still a loving pink arm that hung over her left shoulder. Dash looked behind her to see Pinkie Pie laying on the ground right behind her, doing her best to comfort her partner from the unrelenting weight of embarrassment.
“Aw, just look at her, darling!” Windy said when she looked over at Pinkie and Dash on the floor together, “Racing to her side when she’s in need, isn’t that sweet?”
“That’s RainbowPie for ya,” Bow said, “Both gals looking out for each other. Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Even while Rainbow Dash’s insides twisted with the dread of knowing her parents had heard not only her passionate shower sex with her girlfriend, but also the eccentric toilet shenanigans they’d engaged in prior, another feeling grew inside of her heart. It felt warm and soothing, something that helped bring balance to the embarrassment that made her cringe. In a strange way, she felt happy at the moment: yes, it seemed weird for her parents to celebrate a new sexual kink their daughter had tried, but it showed that they supported her no matter what, even when the rest of the world might despise she and others who engaged in such an activity. And just as she’d had for the past few months, she had the exuberant bubble of happiness by her side, always finding ways to make her smile in the best and worst of times. Indeed, though not in the most conventional of ways, Rainbow Dash felt happy and thankful that she had such a supportive family and partner in her life. In the end, that was what really mattered most to her.