Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie make a bet to see who can laid in the most unconventional places. First one to admit defeat loses. Good thing they each have five other girlfriends who are willing to lend a helping hand!
Rainbow Dash has never been one to back down from a bet, especially if the bet constitutes sex in some way. Even if she loses, well... at least she had fun.
*All characters involved are 18 or older (I'm assuming, since the EqG girls have been in senior year for like three years)
*Human 7 shipping! Polyamorous 7-person-relationship because why not? They're all cute together.
It began innocently enough, as these things tend to do. Summer break was in full swing and the girls couldn't be happier to be free of the shackles of Canterlot High. In a few months the girls would start summer classes with a few of them moving into dorms and others taking classes at the local community colleges. But that began in August, and June had barely begun. Sunset was certainly enjoying herself: stretched haphazardly on the couch, controller in hand and headset placed on her head. The left earcup was hanging off so she could hear Fluttershy, who lay on the couch with her, tucked against her and content in watching Sunset play as they talked.
"It's kind of scary what you're able to find out from the animals you talk to, you know," Sunset chuckled.
"Oh yes," Fluttershy agreed. "It's also scary how willing the animals are to tell me what they know. It's like they're so excited to find a human who can understand them that they can't contain themselves."
"Which is why I don't think having all of our pets here in the house would be a good idea," Sunset.
"Oh gosh, could you imagine?" Fluttershy shuddered, pressing into Sunset's chest and glancing up at her. "To have the six of you in the house and all of our pets?"
Sunset smirked. "You wouldn't get a moment of peace."
As if the sentence had summoned them, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie came crashing into the living room at full force, a whirlwind of legs and arms. They toppled together from the hallway next to the TV, spilling onto the floor. Sunset spared them a glance just as her character mirrored them, falling lifeless to the ground. She sighed, setting the controller down on Fluttershy's stomach and facing the other two fully. Fluttershy sat up, raising an eyebrow at the two wrestling girls. Pinkie had Rainbow pinned to the ground, not seeming to mind Raibow's hands pushing at her face. Pinkie was making kissing noises between high-pitched giggles while the other yelled obscenities up at her smiling face.
"You take that back!" Rainbow demanded, writhing under Pinkie's grasp.
"Nope! You know I'm right!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do t--"
"Alright, alright!" Sunset shouted over the commotion, finally getting their attention. "What the hell are you two going on about?"
Pinkie Pie sat up, taking her hands off of Rainbow Dash's shoulders but keeping her pinned between her legs. She waved at Sunset and Fluttershy. "Oh, hey girls!"
Fluttershy gave a small wave back but said nothing as Rainbow Dash finally wriggled her way out from under Pinkie and got to her feet with a huff. Her cheeks were flushed red and the prismatic tank top she wore was wrinkled to oblivion after the scuffle; Rarity would rant about that for weeks. "Ugh, nothing!" she insisted, crossing her arms and looking at the floor. "Just a disagreement."
"Rainbow Dash is sad because I called her vanilla," Pinkie said a snicker, leaning back when Rainbow reeled on her.
"I am not vanilla!"
"Dashie! You're so vanilla I could turn you into a cupcake!"
"Shut up!"
Sunset sighed, rubbing two fingers to her temple. Wasn't summer break supposed to be relaxing? Thankfully, she had Fluttershy to balance out the chaos.
"What do you mean 'vanilla'?" Fluttershy asked.
"Y'know! Like she's not kinky!"
"No, I mean... how is she vanilla?"
"According to Pinkie," Rainbow interjected crossly, "telling her I don't want to have sex in the shower makes me vanilla."
Sunset exchanged a glance with Pinkie Pie, who rolled her eyes at Rainbow. "To be fair, Dash," Sunset began. "Shower sex is pretty 'vanilla' compared to some of the other things we've done."
"Exactly!" Pinkie cried, wrapping her arms around Sunset. "Thank you!"
"That's not the point!" Rainbow argued, reaching up and grabbing her own head in frustration. She sighed and took a breath, crossing her arms and looking at Sunset. "I'm just not too ready to jump into shower sex since the whole incident with you."
Sunset chuckled. "Is that all? Dash, I barely got hurt. Just a bruise."
"But you did get hurt! Like, yeah, bruises can be hot during sex but that wasn't a kinky bruise!" Rainbow Dash grimaced and looked at the ground. "It was dumb Rainbow-dropped-Sunset-in-the-shower bruise."
Fluttershy rose from the couch then and rested a gentle hand on Rainbow Dash's shoulder, staying silent until the other girl looked at her. "Rainbow Dash," Fluttershy said. "Mistakes happen. Sunset wasn't mad at you or anything."
"But I was mad at me."
"You shouldn't have been!" Pinkie said, breaking her short moment of silence. "Would you let any of us be mad at ourselves if we had done it?"
Rainbow Dash groaned. "No..." she grumbled.
"Soooo?"
After a beat, Rainbow Dash gave them a smile. "Fine, you got me. But I'm still not doing it in the shower again. For a while, anyway."
Pinkie made a "tch" sound and looked at Sunset. "Vuh-nil-laaa."
"No I'm not!" Rainbow Dash yelled. Sunset slapped her hands over her face, pressing herself into the arm of the couch she was still laying against. Back to square one.
"If you're not vanilla, prove it!"
"No shower, Pinkie!"
"Nononono," Pinkie said quickly. "I have something else in mind." Sunset uncovered her face just in time to see a smirk form on Pinkie's face and she was struck with anxiety.
Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes at her. "Go on."
"A bet."
"You're on."
"Um," Fluttershy murmured. "You don't know what the bet is, Dash."
"Doesn't matter," Dash said, lazily wrapping an arm over Fluttershy's shoulders. "I never back down from a bet, baby."
"Oh, I know," Fluttershy sighed. She nodded at Pinkie. "What's the bet?"
Pinkie Pie giggled, rubbing her hands together excitedly. "Okay! Here's the bet: Rainbow Dash and I are gonna see who can have sex on the most objects; y'know like tables, chairs, desks. Last one to admit defeat will be crowned Kinkiest Girlfriend!"
While Fluttershy flushed furiously, Sunset stood up and butted in, "Not to discourage what's sounds like an amazing experience for everyone involved, I'm pretty sure Applejack took that title when she made Twilight wear that vibrator during the Wondercolt Homecoming game."
"Fair enough," Pinkie resigned. "Then the winner will be crowned Second Kinkiest Girlfriend!"
Rainbow Dash was quiet for a moment, weighing her options. "So... whether I win or lose... we're gonna have, like, a lot of sex during this bet. Like... all seven of us."
Pinkie Pie beamed at her and nodded.
Sunset couldn't help the chill of anticipation that shot up her spine as she watched the two of them shake hands. This was going to be an... interesting time.
Sunset should have known she'd fall victim to the bet first. It was obvious from the way Pinkie had so nonchalantly decided to stay behind while Rainbow and Fluttershy had gone grocery shopping. Not five minutes passed after the door had closed behind them before she'd felt excited fingers trailing up her thigh. Sunset set her controller down, far more interested in the girl feeling her up than the game. She looked down to see that Pinkie was staring at her intently, head resting on her shoulder as she traced the hem of Sunset's shorts with a gentle finger, just barely skimming across her skin.
"Need something, Pinkie?" she asked.
Pinkie rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Sunset! If I wanna win this bet I've got to get started ASAP!"
Sunset laughed and leaned her head down, meeting Pinkie in a kiss that she let the other girl control. Pinkie backed up her words by immediately pushing her tongue past Sunset's lips, pushing up into her from where she'd been slouched over on the couch. Sunset parted from her and watched with amusement as Pinkie Pie rapidly blinked her eyes open. She looked around before meeting Pinkie's blue eyes again.
"So... where are we doing this? The couch?"
To her surprise, Pinkie shook her head. "Nope! Too easy. Too... Rainbow Dash," she said with a good-natured snicker.
"Too 'vanilla'?" Sunset joked, making her laugh. Pinkie Pie stood and pulled Sunset up by her hands, looking around the room spastically. Her gaze finally rested on the long dining table in the corner of the kitchen behind them. She turned back to Sunset and waggled her eyebrows as she dragged her into the kitchen.
"The table? Really?" Sunset scoffed. "We've banged on that table before."
"Well yeah, but that wasn't for a bet, silly!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed. She spun them around so that Sunset's lower back was being pressed into the table. Sunset's hands naturally went to Pinkie's soft hips, squeezing gently as she leaned in for another kiss. She felt Pinkie's hands brush under the T-shirt she wore, running her hands eagerly down Sunset's sides. Sunset briefly relished her lack of ticklish-ness; though she knew being tickled would do nothing to ruin Pinkie's mood, if not spur her on more. She shivered under the touch regardless and pulled back.
"Why are you still dressed? Are we not professionals here?" Sunset asked, tugging on her girlfriend's shirt. Pinkie Pie paused, looking herself over before quickly pulling her shirt over her head. She was braless, which didn't surprise Sunset one bit. Her nipples were already stiff due to the chilly temperature of the house, and Sunset had to fight to pry her eyes away.
Pinkie snorted on a poorly-stifled laugh. "Do professionals get distracted by boobs like you do?"
Sunset shrugged. "What can I say? They're nice boobs."
"Thanks!"
Pinkie gave her a quick kiss on the lips before tugging Sunset's shirt off as well and moving her hands to the straps of the black bra on her chest. As Pinkie Pie worked at unhooking her bra, Sunset leaned in and slowly licked a long, wet stripe into Pinkie's neck. She felt the other girl shudder under her mouth as she continued, gently kissing and sucking marks into the soft skin. Pinkie let out a tiny gasp, pausing in her work to move a hand to Sunset's fiery hair and press her closer into her neck. Sunset gripped Pinkie's hips tightly, leaving small imprints as she latched onto her neck, pressing their bodies together fully. Sunset hummed into her skin when she felt fingers on her, softly rolling Sunset's left nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
Sunset pulled away and her bra fell to the floor from where it had been pinned against their chests. Pinkie leaned back in, pressing their lips together and exploring Sunset's mouth with her tongue as she shoved her hands down Sunset's shorts, pushing them down her legs along with her panties. At the press of Pinkie's knee against hers, Sunset spread her legs, allowing Pinkie's thigh to press between them and against her slit. Sunset moaned softly, spreading them wider for her.
"Alright," Pinkie said breathlessly. "For it to count one of us should probably on the table."
Right, the bet. Sunset had completely forgotten. She nodded, hopping onto the table and scooting backwards until her legs dangled over the table by the knees. She laid down on her back, shivering against the cold, polished wood against her skin and loving the warmth that soon came as Pinkie moved her hands up and down her thighs. Sunset propped herself up on an elbow to watch Pinkie sink to her knees, her adorably flushed face and wet lips framed by the long expanse of Sunset's legs. Pinkie rested her face against Sunset's leg, locking eyes with her as she painted the area with small kisses. Sunset moaned at the sight.
"You are way too hot," Sunset told her, greatly enjoying the view.
"Look who's talking," Pinkie laughed.
Was that a Sun-pun? Sunset didn't have long to ponder that, closing her eyes with a sigh as she felt Pinkie's tongue trace around her slit. This was the only time Pinkie Pie could ever be described as "slow" and it drove her crazy. She carefully lapped at Sunset's slit, careful not to delve too deep just yet. They'd only just gotten started and Pinkie Pie didn't want it to end too quickly; Sunset was kind of the "loose cannon" of the group, sensitive to the touch and every girl adored it. Besides, the sounds Sunset was eliciting from her mouth was music to her ears.
She used her hands to spread Sunset's slit, laying an agonizing lick that caused Sunset to let out a long sigh above her, head thrown back in relief. Stifling a giggle, she pressed her cheek against Sunset's inner thigh, staring up at her face across the table as she worked her tongue in slow, teasing circles around her clit. Sunset didn't meet Pinkie's gaze; she couldn't. There was no way she'd be able to control herself if she saw that longing blue gaze she knew she'd see. She dropped fully onto the table, clamping her eyes shut as Pinkie wandered between her legs. Her back arched off of the table as she felt Pinkie's lips wrap around the sensitive button and suck. She groaned, the sound practically being ripped from her chest. She moved her hands from her sides, one coming to rest in Pinkie's tight curls and the other rubbing along her own body. She felt touch-starved, like she needed contact.
Pinkie took the hint. She stood up and moved herself to the right side of the table, kicking away a chair and ignoring the resounding crack of wood hitting tile. Rarity would gripe later, but Pinkie couldn't bring herself to care; not with this sight in front of her. Sunset was shuddering, sweaty and panting on the table, looking at her curiously. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off as Pinkie leaned down, pressing their bodies together and catching her left nipple in her mouth as she reached down and slipped two fingers into Sunset's slit. She could feel Sunset's fist twist into her hair and tug as she took her fingers, now wet from Sunset's tightening walls, and moved them to her clit. She moved up, trapping Sunset in a searing kiss. She swallowed each moan and gasp that Sunset let out, pressing Sunset into the table. The sound of boots entering the kitchen made her look up, letting Sunset catch her breath. She kept her fingers going, slowing down to just a slight rub. She beamed at who she saw.
"Pinkie!" Sunset cried, frustrated. She groaned, propping herself up on her elbows. "What the hell? I'm literally dying over h-" Sunset stopped her complaining at the pair of intrigued green eyes she saw staring at her. "Oh, hey AJ."
"Howdy," came the response. Applejack was leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crosses over her chest. "Continue," she insisted, waving a hand at them with a smirk. "Don't let me interrupt."
"Wanna join?" Pinkie asked with a wink.
Applejack chuckled, watching Pinkie's fingers for a moment before looking back up and shaking her head. "Nah," she decided. "I'm fine with just watchin' for now."
"Suit yourself," Pinkie said with a shrug.
Sunset rolled her eyes, growing more agitated. "Okay okay, can we get back to it, please?"
Pinkie stuck out a lip in a pout. "Aw, Sunset, aren't you enjoying it?"
"I'm not enjoying the teasing!"
"I wanted it to last a little longer! Since you're usually, y'know... trigger happy."
That got a laugh out of Applejack, who had moved from the doorway. She picked up the chair that Pinkie had toppled over and dragged it to sit against the kitchen island, giving her a good view of the table.
"I thought you wanted to get the bet going quickly?"
"You're already on the table silly," she teased, moving back to her original place at the end of the table.
"Yeah, but-- aahh, oh shit," her retort was cut off as Pinkie quite literally dove in, ravaging Sunset's clit with her tongue. Her fingers were flittering near her hole, dipping in and out shallowly.
"What's this about a bet?" Applejack asked, tilting her head.
Since Pinkie's mouth was busy-- and god it had better stay busy -- Sunset did her best to order. "R-rainbow and Pinkie made a-ah! bet to--" she stopped, flinging her head back, her elbow shaking to hold her upright. Pinkie had slipped in her fingers fully, pistoning them at steady pace she flicked Sunset's clit with her tongue. "Ohh my god, Pinkie." Her toes curled and she choked out a cry, feeling herself growing closer and closer to her limit. She was so damn close.
Applejack uncrossed her legs, leaning her elbows on her knees. Her eyes were hungry as she watched Sunset's face and the other girl looked away. If she'd thought Pinkie's look was bad, it was nothing compared to that emerald smolder. She shivered, both from Pinkie's ministrations and from the gaze she could feel boring into her. Her chest heaved as she drew in one ragged breath after another. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and she forced herself to look at the tall blonde that was towering over her.
"You gonna cum for us, Sunset?" Applejack growled.