... To Go Around.
Plenty Of Dash
A Story By Scaramouch
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“I’m cloppin’ in sunlight, whoa-oh, I’m cloppin’ in sunlight, whoa-oh-oh, and it makes me feel BRIGHT! WHOO! So-oo-oo bright, filly, I’m feelin’ so-- OH GOSH! WAIT!”
Flour and icing sugar dust flew from Pinkie Pie’s fur as she danced through the main shop floor of the Sugarcube Corner. The song on the radio was blaring out one of her favorite hits for a hot summer day. Her aim was to get to the door before the delivery-colt left, and she had barely seconds to make it. Yet, ever the committed pony to joy and jollity, she refused not to stop dancing to the tune on the radio along the way.
Her early morning baking, a fun warm-up to the rest of her day for the little cupcake juggernaut, had been interrupted by her spotting the delivery-colt stuffing the daily edition of the Ponyville Chronicle stuffed into the mailbox. She burst through the door and flailed her hooves, calling out again. Thankfully, this time, the young teen stopped and blinked, spinning back around to look at her. He hadn’t been expecting her and certainly wasn’t prepared when she grabbed him. Together they danced, or rather Pinkie boogied to the muffled music behind the closing jangling door as the colt was wiggled around while looking confused, worried and amused all at once.
“Phew, managed to catch you, Delivery Dude! ‘Hey! Alright-ee, and don’t it feel GREAT!’ Sing along if you know the words,” she giggled chirpily, poking his snout with hers. The expression of surprise never changed.
“My name’s not--”
“Jingle Berry asked me to pass on a message to you!” Pinkie blurted out, interrupting his correction. That got the young stallion’s attention.
“She did?” His eyes looked around, wondering if the named pony was around or about, listening in privately. A hot flash of pink starting in his cheeks and slipping across his nose was enough for Pinkie to know she could continue, although we all know that our friend Pinkie would have persisted regardless.
“Uh-huh, well, sort of. See, she came by the shop the other day, and said, ‘gosh Mrs Cake, I wish I knew the best way to show Errand Runner how I felt about him.’ Mrs Cake told her a lot of fluffy, lovey-dovey ideas that were great and all, but I said the REAL way to a stallion’s bits is through his tummy!” She dropped an almost sweet, almost maniacal giggle.
“M-My bits?” Errand gulped.
“Oh! Relax, I meant your junk! Not your wallet,” she said as she slipped back, rustling into the impossible void that hid inside her tail. Errand’s eyes widened and his second gulp was louder than the first. The crazy mare pulled out a blue box wrapped in yellow ribbon, presenting it to him with a glowing smile. “This is a triple choco-nut bananie-strawbie muffie-muffin!”
“Th-That’s my favorite flavor of muffin…” he mumbled in shock, eliciting another chortle from her.
“She knows! And incidentally, hers is a white-choco-chip muffin. She also knows you skip breakfast until after your deliveries and on some Monday’s you’ll not eat breakfast altogether because you’ve not got the bits to buy it.” She watched him take the box, peep inside and retrieve the slightly butter-stained note left on top of the box. He slipped it out, unpeeled it open so that he could give it a read then nickered pleasantly.
“She wants to see me after my delivery,” he told the pink horse while she nodded encouragingly, seeming to have already figured that much out. Soon, he was grinning, fussing with his mane after tucking his gift away in his delivery bag. “I should get back to my rounds so I can go meet her. Oh gosh, oh geez, she really likes me too! Thanks for this, Pinkie!” He waved and spun around as she told him he was more than welcome, only to hesitate and glance back at her. “Errm, I should get her a--”
“White-choco-chip muffin, here ya go, Errands!” She passed him over a red parcel wrapped in the same yellow ribbon and winked cheekily, “it’s on the house! Oh, and don’t forget, if you’re not gonna wear a jacket, stick to jacking-it!” The box was taken in pure embarrassment while he thanked her several times speedily. He pocketed it in the bag with his own and then hurried away, towards a beautifully optimistic future. The match-maker watched him go, sighing happily at her first good deed of the day, then slipped out the shop’s copy of ‘Ponyville Chronicle,’ slipping straight to the personals as she trotted with her three free legs.
“Another promising couple up made possible by you and me, Gummy,” Pinkie chuckled as she passed the static tiny alligator on the shop counter. “Now to celebrate by sticking the cinnamon carrot-cake buns in the oven, dancing to more super-dee-duper tunes and find a bargain in the buy-and-sells! Maybe I’ll get a bicycle made for two, or a pair of fluffy Minkie Mink slippers, or a-- GAAAAAAAASSP!” The purple eyes of her reptile chum widened slightly, questioning Pinkie on her startled reaction. For once, for at least half a second, the mare was speechless. Her jaw jibbered and jabbered as she floundered the magazine at him.
“MRS CAKE!” She cried out to the yawning elder pony alighting the stairs. Her surprise matched Gummy’s as Pinkie Pie grabbed her. “I need to go on my half an hour break right now, it’s an emergency! My friends need me!”
“O-Of course, dear, take as much time as you need?” Cup responded, her shock retained as her colleague became a fuschia blur zipping through the shop door before it could even think of jiggling. It was only seconds before it clanged again, Pinkie reintroducing herself into the store.
“Thecinnamoncarrotcakebunsarereadytogointheoven, Gummyhasbeenfed, thetwinsareawakeandplayinginthebackroom, andApplejackisreadyforlove! GottagoBYE!” The cloud of baking ingredients cleared completely out of her fur as she zoomed off once more, leaving the baker ultimately perplexed.
“Did you catch any of that?” she asked the baby gator sat on top of the counter.
Gummy blinked once and licked his eye thoughtfully. He did.
~*~
Wingbeats breezed over a small clearing in the Whitetail Woods, blowing the verdant grass and leaves on the trees about like a small storm. Seconds later, the cyan pegasus causing the battle of crosswinds dropped urgently onto the ground and looked around.
“Yo, Pinkie. You here?” A ‘psst~’ came back in response, the mare spinning towards the tree to where the sound came from. She rose an eyebrow, crossing the stretch towards the large oak, grand enough to hide a full-grown pony. She trotted twice around the base of the tree, frowning when she couldn’t see her friend, before noticing and oddly shaped bulge in the trunk. She peered closer, tilting her head in confusion.
Suddenly, two bright blue eyes shot open within the bark of the old oak. The pegasus cried out in alarm and scrambled back, going flank over foot onto her back in an attempt to escape. The bumpy husk of the massive tree truck ripped away with the stickiness of velcro, leaping upon her. Pinned, the mare squealed out and kicked her hind legs uselessly until the tree monster spoke.
“Dashie, Dashie, it’s okay, it’s me, see?” The creature pulled off its camouflage face, revealing that of her friend’s beneath. “It’s Pinkie Pie!” ‘Dashie’ struggled for a bit longer, her back legs still cycling between her friend’s hips before finally coming to a halt. The rose-red eyes slowly narrowed and her mouth parted as both recognition and further bewilderment set in.
“Pinkie Pie? What the hay?” Her senses coming back to her as quickly as her second name, Rainbow swiftly rolled the half-pony half-tree onto her back and straddled her, holding her down as she forced normally back to the situation. “Why are you dressed like a tree? Why did you send Spike to wake me from a well-earned nap on my favorite cloud? What is with this cloak-and-dagger bullsh--”
“Swear!” Pinks stuffed her friend’s mouth with a cloth-covered hoof and glanced about, as though anypony might stumble on them in this secluded spot. Satisfied there was no-one near to overhear, but still apprehensive, she leaned into Dash’s ear and whispered loudly. “It’s about Applejack!”
Dash clambered off of her friend and helped her up, squinting in concern as she dusted the odd leaves and dirt off of the strange costume.
“Applejack? What’s wrong with her? Is she sick? Is Granny Smith sick? Oh no, don’t tell me her second fave tree is dying?” She pulled back urgently but was relieved to see Pinkie shake her head quickly, cherry blossom mane flying out like a Hoberman sphere.
“Granny’s doing great since she got her new knee, AJ’s ‘Pine In The Aspin’ is stronger than ever, and AJ’s juuuuust fine--” The party pony hesitated, thinking about her last words before giving an awkward shrug. “Well, almost fine, anyway.” Dash gave a roll of the eyes and crossed her forelegs, waiting impatiently for an answer. Her hoof tapped on the ground and her tail flicked in moderate exasperation. She only had to wait as long as it took for Pinkie to disappear into her costume like a tortoise, then pop back out with a copy of the Ponyville Chronicle clutched in her mouth.
“Pfleh~!” Spitting the paper from mouth to hoof, she sped through the pages at an impossibly fast sped and whipped the broadsheet around, tapping at the black on white print. “Read here, read here!” Dash, growing more and more skeptical as she leaned into the newspaper in front of her, read out the first thing her eyes fell on.
“Muscular stallion looking for the small, silent type of filly. Must not freak out when I read their mail and must massage my hooves every night because of a serious hoof condition I have which— Oh, gross, Pinkie!” The blue mare reeled back, sticking her tongue out and coughing in disgust.
“Oh, not that one! This one,” Pinkie tapped the personal advert below it. Rainbow Dash’s jaw malfunctioned once more.
“I… what... why didn’t you correct me sooner?” She shook her mane, wings fluffing irritably as she made a cautious second attempt. “Strong, independent farm mare…” she paused on those words, realizing the implication of what they might mean. She glanced up at Pinkie Pie who was grinning and nodding, her wide, happy eyes encouraging Rainbow to go on. “... Seeking bigger dominant mare to sub to. Will gladly do most things as am used to getting a little sweaty and messy. Hugs afterward desired. If interested, please inquire at Sweet Apple Acres, ask for ‘AJ’”
No matter how many times she read and reread the advert, the printed words wouldn’t change before her eyes. Rainbow’s frown furrowed deeper and deeper upon her brow before she finally shrugged, looking back up at Pinkie with her cheek cocked up to one eye.
“It’s Applejack,” Pinkie confirmed encouragingly, her sweetly excited disposition never fading.
“I can see that,” the Wonderbolt’s voice cracked like ice creaking disconcertingly against the cliffs of the frozen North. She folded the paper shut as she spoke and shook her head uncomfortably. “Why are you even showing me this?” The tabloid was passed back and set aside, as Pinkie didn’t need her senses to see that her friend needed a strong hug. It was administered immediately and accepted with partial appreciation. It was clear the full effectiveness of the cuddle wasn’t going to be felt until Dash understood the full plan.
“Dashie, come on. You know why. Do I have to spell it out for you?” She spun the pegasus around and stroked the multicolored mane before they could protest as she took a long deep breath. The air was held until it had to burst out, bringing the truth with it. “YOU FANCY THE PANTS OFF OF APPLEJACK AND YOU WANT HER TO BE YOUR SPECIAL SOMEPONY BUT when she denied you of her kisses last Hearth’s Warming Eve under the mistletoe and nicely but sadly told you that you weren’t her type you took it to heart and now you’retryingtobecoolaboutitbutit’sstillchewingyouupinside— GAAAAAAASP! Phew! Made it!”
“Wow,” grunted Rainbow Dash bitterly, “You really captured everything there, Pinkie. Good job. Lemme go.” She tugged herself free of the mare and shook herself out, examining her wings with a low groan. The cuddle had pushed a few feathers out of alignment and she’d have to fix those before the next Wonderbolt assignment. She hated doing that at the best of times, nevermind when it was her duty.
“You said it yourself. I’m not AJ’s type. She’s certainly not going to sub to me, and she is just a bit taller than me too, so I think that throws away any hope you’ve got here, Pinks.” The wings were tucked back in and the emotions dialed down as the azure snout formed a small but forced smile. “I know you are trying to do something good here, dudette, and thanks for caring and that. But, you know what, maybe find AJ a nice big butch mare to fool around with, heck maybe even love--” Rainbow hesitated, turning herself away quickly. “... If she’s happy, that’d make me happy enough.”
‘Bow started to walk, thanking her friend for trying, when a lightning-fast bolt of pink zipped past. Suddenly, a shield fell over her eyes and quickly grasping it, she pushed it away to find a brown satchel in Pinkie’s grasp. Dash took it, examined it and listened in confusion to the next outburst from her friend.
“She DOES like you, Dashie! She told Twilight during the opening night of cider season, the one you missed because of Wonerbolt Camp. She’s just scared of losing your friendship if it doesn’t work out.”
“B-But, that would never happen. You’re all my very best friends, I wouldn’t let- heck, TWILIGHT wouldn’t let a break-up ruin our friendships,” a small spark came back to Rainbow. Hope. It was small, but it was present, and Pinkie could see it like a star shining out of the Wonderbolt’s chest.
“Abso-tootly!” Her head nodded so speedily, it threatened to fall off, “that’s why you’re here. In roughly- OH GOSH!” Pinkie Pie yelped at the seven different watches on her arm that Dashie could have sworn hadn’t been there seconds earlier. “You’ve only got seven minutes! Quick, you’ve got to drink the thing! The thing!!!”
Her hoof hammered at the satchel while Rain’s befuddlement remained. Eventually, Pinkie was prompted to flip the flap, snatch out a medium-sized beaker that had been concealed within containing a deep navy liquid. With no explanation, the mare grabbed Dash and popped the cork, aiming the mouth of the beaker to Rainbow’s lips. The pony squawked and flapped, and in her flailing cry managed to ingest some of the potion being force-fed to her. To her credit, Pinkie Pie kept a sizeable amount still in the jar as she pulled back, replacing the cork while Dash spluttered in disgust.
“YUCK! Pinkie, What the hay--?! Blurgh, it tasted like cat feces and dog sperm!”
“How do you know what those taste--”
“PINKIE!” Dash growled threateningly, her wings flared and hooves stamping towards her, “You have five seconds to explain what you just force-fed to me or else--”
“It’s-a-magical-growth-potion!” squeaked Pinkie, backing up and giving an intimidating giggle, “T-Twilight gave it to me to make you a little taller, so you’d finally be bigger than Applejack!”
The response stopped Rainbow in her tracks. She instantly understood what that meant, her eyes drifting up as she considered the possibilities of what this could really mean. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to show her farm-working friend the true extent of their friendship. When she glanced back at Pie, the mare was already looking a little smaller.
“Also, Rarity supplied the socks and bonds and other little fun things in that bag,” Pinkie continued then threw her hoof out and pointed away to a cluster of trees not far away, “There’s a picnic over there which Fluttershy helped supply sandoozles and drinkies and cider and veggies and such, and a big-buck-off choco-choco cake from me!” The laughter rose up in her throat quickly, then sank back as an affectionate gaze drifted into her eyes. “Rainbow, we know you both like each other. We all wanna help you make this work. Y-You do see that, right?”
Rainbow studied the little mare thoughtfully for a moment, then yanked her in for a cuddle against her chest fluff, ruffling that cerulean cotton wool mane.
“You guys are the best! Gahhhhh-- I-I’m wellin’ up here. NO!” She nudged Pinkie back, holding onto her shoulders while running a wet blot off of her own cheek with a shrug. “I can’t go bawling when AJ’s not far off being here. I gotta go get ready! You said the picnic stuff was over there, right?”
“Right!” Her friend whipped across the clearing like a whippet and waved from the bushes, producing a basket and blanket. Dash chuckled tenderly and started to make her own way over the clearing towards her pal, but as she did, something started to become clear. She glanced down at her own hooves, then at the trees around her and the branches she’d earlier been able to walk under without ducking. They were now at head height and even then that didn’t seem to be stopping, like a slow-moving elevator ascending her higher and higher at a pace even Tank could beat.
“Err, Pinkie?” she called over nervously, “when is this grow-up-potion supposed to stop? Or, you know, how big am I supposed to get?”
“Oh, Twilight said if you use the measuring cup she provided, you’ll only grow as big as Big Mac,” Pinkie Pie replied, straightening out the large blanket provided on the grassy floor. Barely a second passed before her body froze, her tail instinctively curling beneath her tummy and mane poofing out even further than it already had been. She didn’t need to see Dash’s face. She didn’t need to hear the shocked ‘Pinkie!’ that shot out of her mouth. She knew exactly what she’d done.
“Hehehe… Oppsie?”
~*~
Applejack didn’t like to be late. Unfortunately, on this occasion, it couldn’t be helped. There’d been a meeting with Filthy Rich about year-on-year sales that had overrun. Then Winona had thrown up on her favorite boots due to bolting her food too quick, luckily it came off particularly quickly with soapy water and a cloth.
It was just after midday when she finally made it through the trees. Even before she got there, her jaw dropped open at the sight she saw before her. Her gaze rose up to the pony sat, grinning in embarrassment, almost over a story tall with her ears tickled by some of the trees around her. The pegasus was seated in a pair of coal and grey colored socks that stretched the length of her legs and miraculously hadn’t torn. Her forelegs were placed to cover as much of her embarrassment as she could.
Eventually, the farm-mare stopped catching flies and shut her mouth, emerald eyes unblinking as she stared into the crimson disks above her.
“How’s it hangin’, Appletini?” Dash croaked, her embarrassment of the situation as obvious as the spectacle of her. Jack gave her another slow looking over, and finally, her surprise ebbed away. What took its place was a gloomy, disgruntled expression, her tail flapping with the attitude of an annoyed cat, her eyelids drifting shut.
“This ain’t funny,” her first words stung Dash, her wings popping out as the newly-taller friend got to her feet.
“No, no, AJ, it wasn’t meant to be--”
“Sure it is, I wasn’ born yesterday, Dash!” The orange filly bit back, “Y’all an’ Pinkie saw my advert, didn’t ya? An’ you thought it would be mighty funny to have Pinkie arrange for me to come all the way out here while y’all got Twilight to cast a spell or slip you a growth spurt drink or somethin’.” The angry mare snorted furiously and turned, flicking her stetson down over her eyes.
“Perhaps you coulda taken somethin’ to make your tiny minds grow up an’ all.” She started her exit, but a blast of wind knocked her hat to the floor and suddenly a great blue hoof as big as her pooch blocked the way. Dash blinked above her, worry stuck on her face.
“AJ, this isn’t a prank. D’ya really think I’d have thought of something as elaborate or even as cruel as this?” The all-grown-up pegasus managed to shift around the smaller pony without trampling her and dipped her head, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Pinks saw your advert and yes, Twi supplied a weird growing-potion-thing--” Apple snorted and rolled her eyes, Rainbow urgently shook her head, “but it wasn’t supposed to be this effective. Pinkie poured more down my throat than she was supposed to and this is the result.”
Applejack’s eyebrow remained raised. Sighing, Rainbow squirmed restlessly and shuffled back to her feet.
“Look, back during Hearth’s Warming, I told you how I feel. That hasn’t changed, and our friends wanted to give me- give US a chance to give things a go. I know you feel something back, but I don’t want to force anything. So, you can either come over and share a picnic that our friends prepared just for us, with no expectations that it’ll lead to anything more. Or, you can go and I won’t hold it against you if you do. I’m sorry I upset you…” Releasing the small amount of air left in her breast, the lanky pony turned and trotted back to the blanket, sitting down by the plates of food with her wings limp and her ears hanging low.
Applejack noticed the sincerity in Rainbow’s posture and gave a small whiffle sound, her hooves moving her once more. Dash’s ears lifted halfway back up as she saw her smaller friend shift back around her and sit on the other end of the blanket, gazing up with more than a little goodwill.
“Ah’m sorry. I didn’t mean for the outburst, Dash. I saw y’all up there and thought--”
“AJ,” Rainbow interrupted, “I would never make fun of any of your kinks, or ponies, or things that you’d like. I can a jerk, free to admit it, but not by that much.”
“I know,” Applejack smiled kindly and collected a plate, “I’m sorry for bein’ a royal jack-flanks. Forgive me?”
“Does a bear crap in the woods?” smirked Dash.
“I don’ know,” laughed the shorter horse, “that’s a question for Flutters. Maybe you shoulda invited her to this date instead’ah me?”
“Whoa,” whispered Rainbow while the blood crept back into the skin beneath her sky-colored fur, “we’re calling this a date now?” She caught Applejack’s eye and a knowing look spread over the farm pony’s face. The mare snorted, pulled a few of the flavors of sandwiches she knew her partner adored onto the plate on her hoof and placed it before the idol in front of her.
“Let’s eat, talk, an’, like you said…” She stuck her tongue between the corner of her lips, grinning, “see where this goes.”
~*~
A good hour went by as quickly as a Pinkie Pie monologue and spirits were high. Rainbow and Applejack hadn’t tried to treat this as anything different to the previous times they’d met up, challenged each other, or just generally hung out. They talked about what they’d been getting up to since they last saw each other, what their friends had been doing and general things that had caught their interest. Yet, somehow, there was an air of promise to the future of their relationship this time. Although Applejack had noticed something odd about the behaviour of her companion. All this time, AJ had cleaned her plate, but Rainbow’s was still stacked up and untouched.
“Not eating there, Dashie? You’ve not even taken a bite,” observed the Apple, gazing up at her with concern. Rainbow gave an embarrassed chuckle.
“Starving, but there’s one problem right here,” She held up her hooves and then compared them to the size of her dinner plate. The issue was visible right away. “If I try to grab anything, I’m gonna smush it before I’ve even been able to get it into my mouth.” Applejack rubbed her chin thoughtfully for a moment.
“Granny would have a fit if she heard me sayin’ this but, I’m gonna need you to roll onto your back or somthin’.” She looked around as Rainbow gave a startled nicker at the suggestion, AJ spotting the cluster of trees that she was certain would be strong enough to take the weight of a pony double the size of her brother. If there was one thing she knew well, it was trees. “Head on over there and prop yourself up against them hackberries. I’ll be right wit’ ya.” She watched the colorful pony-giraffe hybrid step over to the place she pointed and briefly allowed herself to admire the quadruple-XL sized flanks passing her. She felt her body flutter but held her arousal back as she focused on the needs of her friend.
“Huh. O-Okay, this isn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it was going to be,” Dash admitted as she settled against the three stable trees, wiggling herself in. They creaked, but for the most point did not snap like cheap matches. She glanced back to her date, to see the golden ponytail and red apple cutiemarks facing her way. She gulped as Applejack crouched to collect her plate, the maintained horse hairs swinging slightly, a brief flash of darker fur and pink flesh teased. Rainbow’s wings shot out faster than a gadget on a space ranger action figure.
When AJ turned forward once more, she found her new giant friend awkwardly covering herself up with her sock-clad legs, gazing away in shame and holding her wings open. A warm, inviting scent that smelled familiar in some ways and unique in others drifted into her nostrils, and she breathed them in deeply, biting her lip. She couldn’t go this far, she told herself, not on a first date…
Quickly getting back to the mission in hoof, Applejack marched across to Rainbow’s shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile when the horse looked to her once more.
“Don’t worry about this, RD,” she explained, setting the plate down, “just think of it as, ah don’t know, a romantic gesture?”
“A romantic gesture?” copied the big mare, to which AJ nodded.
“Eeyup. So, I’m gonna need you to scootch a lil’ lower for me… Perfect-- Whoops.” She dodged out of the way of a wing as Rainbow brought them in while she was shuffling lower, apologising quickly for nearly clouting her friend. The shorter horse didn’t seem too frazzled by it, waving it off as she collected a baguette from Rainbow’s plate and levered herself up against a blue shoulder. “Tilt towards me, open your mouth, and say ahhh.”
Finally catching up with Applejack’s plan, Dash did as she was told. “Ahhhhh~” While the pink tongue was stretched out, the peachy mare placed the sandwich gently onto the moist, pinkish-red salver and stepped away.
“There ya go, sugarcube!” Rainbow collected the tongue into her mouth, complete with the treat and chewed happily, a pleased whinny producing from at least one hunger being sated. Once the treat was masticated and swallowed, the big soft muscle out to request seconds. Apple reloaded her and smiled as she watched her enjoy the good food.
“They’re like those froufrou things Rarity goes about giving out at her catwalk parties. What are they called? The tiny bite-sized pies that would only fill up a mouse.”
“Entées?” Applejack suggested.
“Bless you,” The tongue reappeared, and more food was laden on it. The load disappeared and was chewed contentedly. “Mmmf, s’good. Y’gotta give it to her, Fluttershy really knows her way around a sandwich.”
“Heheh, y’all got that right, Mistr--” AJ covered her mouth, but the deed had already been done. She’d let a kink slip. Her mortified eyes gazed up at her large ladyfriend, into the shrinking black pupils above. Rainbow swallowed the last bite and sat up, looking down at the horse hurriedly trying to hide as much of her shame as possible with her hat.
“Mistress?”
“I know, I’m sorry…”
“You were totally calling me your Mistress!” Rainbow couldn’t help but chuckle and grin despite Applejack being clearly flustered by this.
“It’s a silly thing, I know, I know. Look, can we go back to before I said- Whuh?!” A sudden hoof, covering her face and chest simultaneously, stopped her in her tracks. She would have toppled over if a second hoof hadn’t swept behind her, holding her upright. The socks had that brand new scent of fresh cotton and the warmth of Dash’s leg radiated through the fabric. AJ’s breath quickened as the great and powerful Rainbow Dash sniggered down at her.
“Nuh-uh, I think you know me well enough now to know what little things tickle my ego, Appletini.” She moved both hooves back and sat up importantly. “Mistress, Lady Dash, Your Majesty--”
“I ain’t calling you ‘Your Majest-nuffin’, ‘Bow,” the average-sized pony deadpanned, frowning up at her.
“Alright, alright, alright… but you do want to be submissive to a mare, right?” Dash’s humor was replaced with the kind but interested curiosity known to her friend. Applejack shrugged as a shade of beet spread over her own cheeks.
“Eeyup,” and before her feathered friend could ask her next question, she answered, “I jus’ found I liked it when I’m the one given the orders for a change. I realized it back when I was doin’ so much on my own and tryin’ to cope that I was tirin’ myself out, and Big MacIntosh told me good an’ true to sit on my flank and do nothing else ‘til I could at least walk without wobblin’ all over the place.” Rainbow squirmed a little, thinking about it before pulling a face that suggested she was probably going to ask a silly question.
“Sooo… is it a--”
“It’s not an incest thing,” a humorless Applejack intercepted before she could finish her sentence.
“No, right, that’s cool,” Dash nodded speedily, “cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Cool! So...” She gave a sideways look down at Applejack, a small genuine smile peeping up on the corners of her mouth. “Did you want to try the whole, ‘dom-slash-sub’ thing? It’s cool if you didn’t, I honestly wasn’t expecting anything from any of this...” The cowgirl held the pretty scarlet eyes of the sock-wearing mare as long as she could before dipping her eyelids and giving a sultry response.
“I think that would be mighty nice,” she hesitated, but only briefly, before finally adding, “Mistress.”
It took everything for Rainbow to keep her wings from popping a boner once more. Yet it was not for the sake of being abashed this time, rather that she could send Applejack flying the moment her limbs flung out. As they ached to be free, she got herself to her hooves and then lay down, facing her new little servant.
“Alright, awesome,” the big blue head grinned widely at her, and stuck, only growing slightly awkward over the ten seconds that it lasted. “I am way out of my depth here. What the heck does a mistress even do other than, y’know. Tell you to roll over and be a good girl?” A pleasant shiver ran down Applejack’s back that Dash noticed in an instant and the blue triangles prickled as AJ responded in the same docile tones.
“Don’t you worry about nuffin’, Mistress. I’ll walk you through it an’ you jus’ punish me if I’m going too fast for you. Would my mistress like something else to eat?” Applejack approached the plate without an order to do so, her tail slightly hiked. The shaky intake behind her told her Dash had seen what she intended to show.
“N-No, girl. I-I mean, I’m not hungry for food, if you know what I mean?” Rainbow was trying to look cool and serious when Apple turned back around, the smaller mare nodding gently with a polite smile.
“Very well, what else could I do for you, sugarcube?” Applejack tiptoed closer, tilting her head hopefully. A cocksure grin came over Rainbow’s face as she started to click into the part over the dominant party in this relationship.
“Forgetting something?”
“Oh, heck in a handbasket, you’re right. Sorry, Mistress, I won’t let it happen again, Mistress.” For full effect, Applejack bowed before her tall lover. A large hoof reached down and stroked her like she might have been comforting Opalescence or Winona.
“That’s better, good girl.” She could feel the quake of joy when she said those words, her grin widening. “I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but next time you’re going over my knee, you little…” She blushed, wondering whether name-calling was a step too far. She’d already gotten further than she’d ever imagined or thought possible in this relationship, she didn’t want to blow it all on one dumb word. However, the gold mane lifted up slightly and the jade eyes revealed the trust Jackie had within them.
“Y’all can call me whatever you like, Mistress. I was being a naughty lil’ pervert after all.”
“Were you?” the pegasus mused, rolling her head slightly with her chin on the ground. “Tell me, my little perv, what did you do?” She watched the prostrating Applejack blush and wiggle, the mare shifting her hind legs open a little more to let the air reach her nethers. How Dash wanted to lean over and take another peek at the jewel her sweet subservient farm gal kept back there, but she could be patient. She knew she’d see it again soon enough.
“I took a look at your flank without your permission when you were passing earlier, Mistress,” the mare mumbled, managing to sound guilty and apologetic as she dipped her head back down. More red streaked from Rainbow’s cheeks and across the top of her snout as she listened, nodded and chortled.
“Appreciatin’ the honesty here, cutie. You might be a good girl, but you’re also a cheek little slut for taking a look without complimenting me on how much care I put into the ol’ derriere. Did you like what you saw?”
“Eeyup!” Applejack answered without hesitation, then remembered herself, “I mean, I sure did, Mistress. It…. it was beautiful. I mean, awesome, jus’ like yourself.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up. She didn’t mean them to, the just seemed to do it of their own accord. Rainbow giggled gently at the expression, her pleased face proving she was in the element of their roleplay now.
“Wanna take another look?” she asked. AJ nodded eagerly and said she would, remembering her manners and not forgetting to add ‘Mistress’ at the end as she bit down on her bottom lip. Carefully, so as not to accidentally step on her marefriend, Rainbow got up and gave a quick stretch, as much for Applejack’s profit as her own. From this angle, the earth pony could admire her fly girl’s muscles straining and shifting as the pegasus gave a cat-like stretch, scrunching up her mug with a beam of pleasure. She really was easy on the eye, for Applejack at least, and the mare was really feeling it now as her body turned itself on for the pony she’d restricted herself from for the longest time.
Ultimately, the giantess had to straighten up once more, flashing an attractive level of arrogance to her sub as she turned herself around. AJ stepped back a few steps and watched that light sapphire moon split by a cloak of color come into view, sucking air through her nose and filling her chest. It was ever so slightly bonier than her own backside but she could tell that Rainbow had been doing more legwork since she’d last had a chance to properly ogle it during the Running of the Leaves race. The curve of the muscles, the strength she could see in the thighs, and that heady aroma getting stronger from behind the colorful veil. All she wished was for that tail to swish enough for a further peep…
“How’s the view, pervvy-tini?” Dash enquired, crouching her front half down and looking over her shoulder at her adorably awed sweetheart. Applejack swallowed softly and looked slowly to the large, redding expression.
“I-It’s… Wow, Mistress… Real good, just…”
“Just?” Rainbow lifted her ear to show she was prepared to listen to the feedback. Applejack let her senses suck in the smell of her once more and then surrendered to her temptations.
“I can’t really see all of it, Mistress. If it was closer and your tail could jus’ flip out of the way a lil’, if it pleases you, Ma’am.” The suggestion was considered, Rainbow pushing her tongue into her cheek as her grin widened. Then she lowered her ass down, watching AJ as the shorter horse in turn regarded the great buttocks come down to her level. She kicked out one leg then the other, settling her cutiemark down on the ground and getting comfortable against the trees.
Applejack lifted a hoof, about to take a step closer when a clearing of the throat stopped her. She returned her look back up at her Mistress, who was still smirking playfully. A hoof waved her to step back and Applejack obeyed, moving until she was stopped. Then, like a brightly paint-splattered dustsheet being removed from a wardrobe, the tail swished out of the way, spreading a hot, musky air across the farmer. The hat flew again and this time was disregarded. There were more important sights holding AJ’s attention and she wouldn’t be needing her stetson for a while.
There was nothing left to her imagination now. She could see it all, making the air in her throat catch. Rainbow’s sex was a deep pink, nearly closer to a red, with a dark band of indigo surrounding it. The vulva was tight, tighter than any Applejack had ever seen in her sexual life-time, as few as that had been. Of course, there’d been the innocent flash from bystanders in front of her in public, because clothes were not considered a necessary item in Ponyville, but even in those recollections, she couldn’t recall one looking so snug. It was like a flower, ready to bloom but not quite sure how to start. Applejack broke the character briefly, to prove that even when she was eager to smash her face into that plot and snuggle the goods, she still cared for her friend and lover.
“Rainbow, are you a virgin?”
“Wh-What? Hey! You forgot the M word again!” It was a clear attempt to distracted Apple from the truth of the matter, and it wasn’t going to work.
“Yeah, yeah, you can spank me for it later, Mistress. I’m serious here, have you ever rolled in the hay?”
“Pfft, this is Rainbow Awesome Dash you’re talkin’ to, Appletini. I’ve rolled in the hay with many ponies!” Dash boasted, yet insecurity was setting in. The tail was dragging back towards the plot to cover up the evidence until Applejack stepped in the way to stop it in its tracks.
“How many?”
“Many!”
“Gimme a number, Mistress.”
“I… I don’t know! I-I lost count after… fifty!” Rainbow was struggling to meet Jackie’s gaze now. The tail was still threatening to push AJ over and hide the streamlined pussy from view, but the country girl wasn’t about to give up the fight.
“Dash, that’s the stinkiest lie I’ve ever heard you tell. Why don’tcha jus’ come clean, darlin’. I won’t be mad.”
“Fine!” Rainbow dropped her head and chest to the floor, groaning as she pushed her cheek against a hoof. She still couldn’t look at the smaller pony. “I’ve never been with another pony. Hoofsies only. I mean, it’s not been for the want of offers. Plenty of mares and stallions have wanted a piece of the Dash. But…” She sighed, looking down to AJ, her face undecided whether she wanted to admit the next bit. She didn’t need to. Applejack had guessed it already.
“You waited.” The Apple mare completed.
“Does that sound as lame as it feels?”
“Not at all, Mistress.” Apricot hooves softly trod along the dry dirt and grass, the little horse blowing a string of sunflower yellow mane out of her eyes. “In fact, this jus’ means your slutty lil’ mare hasn’t been doin’ her job properly this whole time. Before you punish me, d’ya mind if I rectify that, Mistress?”
Rainbow quivered in glee as she felt the first touch of her marefriend stroking her blue hindquarters. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. It was something she’d thought of, and bitten into pillows masturbating to, for as long as she’d known this filly. Now she was here, and although she could never ever have guessed the circumstances, she wouldn’t have changed a thing. She smiled nervously and shook her head, her tail slowly returning to its open and unshielded position.
“N-No, you’re right. Y-Your Mistress should totally get— Oh gosh!” Applejack hadn’t waited for the rest of the confirmation. The alluring power of the fragrance from the folds as big as her head before her had proved too much. She had reached out and touched the slickened membrane. For the first time, Dash was feeling her marehood tended to by a caress other than her own. As an initial sensation, it was strange, intense yet wonderful. With the strokes being made by smaller hooves, it felt like the time she’d found a mini toy in the drawer of her Mom’s dresser and taken it for a spin. At least, before she’d discovered it also vibrated.
“Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gooooosh,” the whimpers and groans from the larger lover was music to Apple’s ears. She delighted in hearing that the soft massaging along her best friend’s puffy lips were being well received. The small untrained masseuse was reveling just as much in the delivery of each rub, the rest of her body growing closer and closer to the taut skin, her nose now inches away. Every breath in was sending the arousal straight to her brain, her endorphins partying throughout her body. She couldn’t help herself. Applejack dropped on hoof down between her hindlegs to clop herself as she thought up her next move.
Rainbow bit on her own sock-covered leg, muffling another groan of elation. She was trying to be a good dom for her little sub and yet even at this size, she felt a natural eagerness to beg for more. She couldn’t stop her body from reaction however and soon she felt her muscles spasming, winking her sex saucily against her beau’s hooves. She felt Applejack’s body shift, for a moment making her worry whether her lack of orders and commands were turning off her long-time crush. She acted on her fears immediately.
“Err, deerrr, ahh— H-Hey, y-you naughty, slutty pervert, you, what do you think you’re doing? Get back in there and please your Misssssst— Oh, Celestia, aaahmf!”
The pegasus’ wings slapped trees and ground as AJ took the task of pleasing her Mistress to the next level. She dipped her hoof into the void, at the same time tilting herself to the side so that she was face to face with Dash’s clit. The bulb was easy to find at this size, made easier each time the folds blinked open. Taking a large gulp of oxygen, Jack parted her lips and moved in.
Time slowed. Rainbow had only experienced this once or twice and it had always been at the point before she was about to visit something unpleasant, usually a massive accident. This time, however, the sensation was already happening and it was as wonderful as any feeling could claim to be. Her beloved was inside her, not just stroking anymore but a full leg was feeling her walls, stimulating her senses, proving her love. Then there was the mouth, located against her clitoris, a tongue the perfect size for it stroking it the way an insistent and doting puppy would. ‘Bow’s amazed devotion for this little dear took over everything, from her eyes to her motor skills and even her voicebox. Her hoof suddenly shifted down, took hold of the back of the mare’s head, and held her against her puss, moaning out loud.
“Ahhh yes! Mmmmmf good girl! Good girrrrrrrl~!”
“Mmmffrrr!” responded the horse smushed between her petals.
“Nnnf, wh-what’s that?” Dashie’s tongue lolled out at the stronger wiggling. “Y-Yeah, y-you’re doing amazing, babygirl…. k-keep—”
“MMMRrrrrrf!”
“Tha-That’s it, y-yeah… a-ah, h-hey, less of the hitting though…” She glanced back down, regaining a part of her control and moving her forehoof a little when Applejack didn’t stop slapping her beside her labia. “What are you—”
“AIR!” gasped Applejack as she was finally able to move her head again, panting deeply as she pulled back.
“Oh shit!” Dash shifted instantly and dragged herself off of the ground, taking the wonderful marehood off of Applejack’s hoof and grabbing her quickly. She hugged and stroked the country bumpkin as she coughed and swallowed up the air greedily, finally waving off her new lover’s worries.
“Ah-Ah’m fine— cough, hack! — J-Jus’ wasn’t expectin’ you to shove me in so quick. Consarnit!”
“S-Sorry, I didn’t wanna hurt you.” Dash gave a small sigh, making the shorter mare on top of her torso rise and fall. “It felt so good! Y-You were amazing…” AJ looked up from the blue messy chest-fluff she was being cradled against, face still shining from arousal and raised an eyebrow at Rainbow’s wording.
“Were? Oh Mistress, we ain’t even started. Don’t go heel an’ hidin’ me to a barn door yet!” Once recovered, the farmer started to slip back down over the cobalt stomach, trying to inch her way back to the objective between Rainbow’s legs. Before she could slide all the way down, a hoof stopped her beneath her flanks, pushing her back up the meadow of blue fur. Her gaze lifted back to the face looking down on her, particularly at the pearly grinning at her.
Applejack expected a cocky remark or at least an explanation of what she was planning for her little maiden yet no brazen answers came. Instead, the other forehoof helped clasp and lift the orange mare, her legs scrambling as she briefly had no ground or Rainbow beneath her to rest her hooves on. For a brief moment, she was held hovered over the pegasus’ face, the rosy tint across the muzzle as clearly visible to her as her personal area was to her friend. Then she was descending and the mouth, while not big enough to gobble her (as far as she could tell at least) still opened wide enough to let her see the back of the dark scarlet throat. She saw the wide, long tongue strain out, preparing to be a cushion for her tush.
Yet, soon as her hindquarters were touching the wet, warm and soft surface, it moved again, and she was blessed with the feeling of the muscle swelling warmly across her plot, slit, and nipples. She was still moaning as it slipped across her stomach and flicked back into Rainbow’s mouth, the mare closing her eyes with a pleased hum. AJ clung to the nose above Dash’s snout and watched her eyes close to savor the taste, before peeping back open impishly.
“Mmmf.” ‘Bow licked her lips with her delicious snack briefly lifted. “Mistress likes.”
The tongue didn’t waste any time slapping at Applejack’s lower half once again, easily finding another joyful noise within the rider on her muzzle. Every grunt, whistle, and whinny of pleasure was as delightful to Rainbow as any rub she had ever given to her folds in the privacy of her bedroom or on a secluded cloud. She got it now, why every pony said that being with a partner was far better than going it alone. She could feel Applejack’s pleasure from her mewls, shrieks, and yelps. She could taste the salty, slightly acid yet completely appetizing juices trickling down the inner thighs of her country crush. She could feel every twinge and flex of the honest filly’s legs. Her heart soared for this horse, and the sentiments were more than mutual.
“NNNnnf--” Apple’s body tested for a moment as she straightened her back fully, squeezing her eyes shut at the next pass across her loins, biting her bottom lip hard. “W-Whoa, Nelly… I-I’ve had mares k-kiss my flanks a-and slip a tongue th-through my-my nethers, b-but I ain’t ever ha-had somepony ever reach both in the same lick a’fore, Mistress…”
“Yeah?” Equestria’s biggest Wonderbolt lifted her and winked playfully, careful not to crush the mare she’d finally gotten her hooves on, “well, I’m not anypony. Hold onto somethin’, Jackie. I’m about to show you what G-force feels like.” She parted her mouth, cautiously pursing her lips around AJ’s pubis, and suckled. The sudden suction on her already overly stimulated marehood sent every pleasure center within her into overdrive. She could barely do anything other than hold on, her ability to speak was lost to all manner of amorous farmyard noises, and her logical thinking was temporarily consumed by praise for the giantess doting on her. Her clit was aflame, her folds were hugging themselves like a couple of lovers on a cold, dark night, and when Rainbow’s tongue next tried to blanket them once more, it was the straw that broke the applecart.
“M-Missssssssstr-- Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeigh!” There was no clearer clarification that Applejack could give, yet the connection linking their minds and souls was so clear that no vocalized response was needed. Rainbow spread open her mouth and propped her shuddering, shaking blonde beauty up within her maw, legs straddled across the corners of her lips. There, the cowgirl rode the bucking tongue into a space of infinite elation, where there were only her and her wonderful fly-girl riding into the explosion of a sonic rainboom. She lost her grip as her orgasm drenched Dash’s tonsils and yet the hold around her was so gentle, unrestricted, and free, that it felt as though she was floating when she finally did drift out of orbit and into the ether.
Her body was still shuddering and convulsing slightly when her true consciousness returned, her eyelids fluttering open for a peek at her surroundings. Her body glowed like she’d sucked in the power of the sun, while her thighs chilled from mateship with the moon. The flashing lights in her vision faded away. She looked down to the feathered limb and the leg covering her like duvets, then up to the horse they belonged to. Rainbow, with a matted muzzle, smiled down at her with a cherished expression, almost disbelieving even now that she was cuddling the strong Apple. A sigh of ease passed through Applejack’s snout and was answered in kind by the bigger spoon.
“Wow…”
“Eeyup…”
Applejack, still of few words, but beaming from ear to ear, wriggled back into the warm body and treasured the leg with a happy squeeze. In her euphoria, she let her eyes roll on their own path and explored the sight of their lovemaking. She could see the remains of the picnic ahead being consumed by ants and the bag that could only belong to Rainbow partially opened. In it, she spotted the bottle laying on its side with a cork in the neck. A passing breeze shifted the ceiling of leaves above, changing the light in the opening for just a moment, illuminating the vial. AJ gasped gently.
“H-Hey, D-Dash…” She mumbled, clearing her throat to sweep away a scratch with brought about from the screams of her last climax. Rainbow, who’d nearly drifted off in bliss, snapped her eyes back open and blinked hastily.
“Huh? Yea-- Wussit?” she asked intelligently. Applejack chose not to tease her.
“Is... there still some potion left from your transformation, sugarcube?” with a small amount of personal coercion, she sat up and cracked her back into place before pointed to the misplaced satchel. Rainbow glanced lazily over at it, then eyeballed her lover slyly.
“Sure is,” she moved her nose down and nuzzled Jack along her shoulders, “why do you ask? You think of joining me in ‘big town’? I gotta say, the view’s great, although I’ve mostly been looking at you this whole time.” She grinned with pride at her cheesy remark, something AJ had to huff and give a mild-tempered frown at.
“Neee-ope,” Applejack said. Somehow, she found the strength and willpower to hop over Rainbow’s stretched leg and walk with slightly bowed hind limbs. She knew Rain’s self-admiration at the sight of her slightly waddling would be a full tour-de-force right now, but for once she didn’t mind. The two had been in competition for so long, it was nice to let her darling win something for once.
She fished out the bottle with her teeth, only noticing now as she bent down that the cherry strings she used to tie her mane and tail back had come loose during the fun. Tawny bangs fell over her eyes, so she made sure she had a strong bite-hold on the glass before she stood up swiftly and tossed her head back, casting her hair from her face. Twisting back around, she noticed Rainbow admiring her once more and smiled, giving the saffron locks a further few shakes to entertain her sweetheart before she trotted back over.
“Now, would you mind awfully jus’ presentin’ that amazing tongue for me once more please, Mistress?” Applejack pulled out the stopper and spat it away, waiting patiently for the might Rainbow to grant her wish. The already lofty horse gave a confused whiffle at the request and looked from the bottle to the fiendish twinkle in her pine-green eyes. A few attempts to speak came out as croaks before finally real words found their way to her vocal cords.
“You’re suggesting you want me to be bigger than this? Wh-What is that gonna accomplish? S’not like you can just…” Dash trailed off as, somehow, she understood. Maybe it was by the power of the new mutual one-mindedness that they had developed in their strong bonding session, or maybe it was just dumb luck. Whatever it was, Rainbow knew what Applejack had in mind. Her wide eyes with pupils the size of pinpricks even at this scale proved it.
“You can’t be serious,” Dash offered in one last-ditch attempt to dissuade her friend.
“Serious as a zap apple drought,” AJ gave her love the ‘come hither’ stare. Rainbow blushed brighter than ever, swore under her breath, and slowly lowered her head before the smaller horse. Somehow, even as a servant, the farm mare had a power that commanded over Mistress no matter what size they were.
“Good, thank you, Mistress,” she grinned, shifting closer, stretching out the potion bottle in both hooves, “now, say ‘ahh’ an’ don’t spill a drop…”
~*~
Growing once more had been a gradual process, but Applejack had made the experience pleasant. Dash wasn’t sure whether talked of being stuffed, of feeling life wriggling within and finding out what a truly earth-shattering orgasm was her petit belle’s way of gearing herself up for the next experiment or preparing Rainbow for it. Either way, the talk, coupled with more smoothing, grinding and kissing at her blooming, blinking folds had the pegasus raring to try anything by the time she was the size of an Ursa-Minor.
“A-Alright,” she couldn’t hide her nerves as she reached down between her spread legs and parted the gateway to her inner sanctum. “I’m ready whenever you are. J-Just be careful this time, o-okay, AJ?”
Applejack’s gulp stuck in her throat as she looked once more upon Rainbow’s honeypot, now more like the narrow entrance to a cave. She had no idea that scent could get any stronger, however here she was, breathing it in. It was like a siren’s song to her senses, calling her in.
She had suggested this idea, pushed for it, and wasn’t about to back out of it now, but she did feel some trepidation. She was about to put her full self into somepony, and if it had been anypony other than the mare she loved, she might have abandoned it. Yet, she DID love this mare, she had for longer than she dared to realize, and she was sure she was willing to try this for Rainbow. Wasn’t she?
The tangerine mare turned her back to Rainbow Dash, and the colossal creature sagged, sighing half in disappointment, half in relief. She released the petals of her flower and let it seal slowly back up.
“I-It’s okay, I get it, you don’t have to--”
“Hey, Mistress,” Applejack interjected, “gonna struggle to ‘fill yer stores’ if the doors aren’t open…” Dash looked back down to see Apple backing her tee-hiny up towards her cooch, up to the point that she could feel the flicking, swishing daffodil tail tickling her sensitive vulva. She sucked in a deep breath and quivered, raising her head for a moment to steady herself before looking straight back at the apple-mouse.
“Y-You’re going in backward?”
“O’ course,” called back the offering, “nearly suffocated the other way. Least this way, ah’m facing the fresh air!” The irises as big as blood moons studied her for the next deep, excited breaths, her chest filling up and releasing slowly. The shared admission between the gazes had to be acknowledged in the end, and Dash chose to be the one to do it.
“I-I buckin’ love you, Applejack,” she boomed, although to her it was as soft as pillow talk. AJ grinned uncontrollably, chuckled and held a hoof by her mouth as she yelled back.
“I love you too, sugarcube!” The voice to Rainbow was like a far off call, but she still heard every word, “now get these damn flaps open an’ let a cowgirl show her Mistress how to really cum like a big mare!”
“Y-Yes ma’am.” Dashie shut her eyes, counted to three under her breath, and spread her pussy as wide as she could with both hooves. For a moment, in the dark of her clasped eyelids, everything was nice and easy. She could imagine she was daydreaming back in her bedroom, pretending she was spending a kinky afternoon with her secret betrothed. Maybe this was all just a fun but crazy dream, created by imagination after one too many treats at a Pinkie Pie picnic. Maybe there was no such potion that could inflate a p—
Then, Applejack’s smaller form could be felt, shattering the illusion of an illusion. She could feel the back end pushing into her. Oh, sweet Celestia, there was a tiny leg trying to slide itself past her labia. She could hear the small grunts and groans of exertion beneath her own swallows and releases of air. Her wings had sprung open and crashed through several trees, snagged branches within the pinions and as uncomfortable as they were, she did not care. She reached down to help ease Applejack’s back legs breach her and couldn’t help but look as she did so.
The sight nearly had her creaming on the very little pony in that second. There was her closest, dearest friend, returning her gaze, her mane a mess and the front half of her body sparkling. The back half, cutiemark and all, was inside her. She could feel every movement, every squirm, every hump. When she squeezed, she moaned, Applejack moaned. They were almost a single being.
“Oh gosh, oh shit, oh Luna, Celestia, bucking hell. A-Applejack, shit, you feel—”
“A-Ahh… Ah know… d-don’t say it yet, Mistress… nff.” The pint-sized mare pressed her hooves to the ground and pushed herself back, squeezing herself deeper into the azure Titaness. She had never fancied on how amazing rubbing her own puss, once more tingling with increasing pleasure, on the inner flesh of a girlhood would feel. Yet here she was, becoming a sex toy for the friend she saw as her equal.
With her body slipping in deeper, she found a point when she could no longer count on shoving the floor for momentum. She tried pressing her heels into the walls and pushing herself backward, yet that caused greater and more gleeful cries from Rainbow. She found herself slapped in the shoulder and elbow by a released slip of skin as her Mistress moved her hoove to her hood and tapped the button frantically above her head.
“Nnnnf— k-keep going, AJ! I—I’m so close!”
“H-Hold onto it, Dashie!” Applejack sweated as she labored hard to press her full self into the sweltering pocket she was being squeezed by. “I-I am a lil’ … Aaahmmm … s-stuck and— Ooof!”
The other side of the snatch splattered against her, sending blobs of arousal across her face. She had enough time to wipe her eyes before she saw the huge hoof coming. Rainbow Dash was going to make sure Appletini was deep inside when her straining release reached its peak.
AJ quickly pushed her forehooves against the ginormous frog of the hoof when it reached her. With Rainbow’s help, she slid with ease through the soft blossom curtains into the damp, pulsing sleeping bag. Her shoulders, head, and finally her legs were through, and the gateway in front almost sealed, leaving a small breathing gap.
Her senses blurred at the surreal living tube she found herself within. All around her was a factory of biological working all making sounds from unsettling gurgling, to the comforting thump-de-thump of the pony’s racing heart. High up she could hear Rainbow screaming her name in bliss and the throbbing reddish-pink padded cell clutched her hard, choking the air out of her briefly. Several seconds passed and she wondered if this had been a horrible mistake, but then everything slackened, and the hole flapped to let her breathe again.
Realizing her time was short, Apple rolled, rocked, and pushed her body against every sweet spot she could find inside Rainbow’s body. Her hooves dipped and swirled over the exposed flesh, pinching and stroking every inch until suddenly they plunged through a gap. It nearly felt as though she’d found a portal to another dimension in the enormous mare’s twat, but after a short distance, her orange hooves hit a lump. She recognized then and there what she’d found as the walls clung and gripped her in a hug tighter than a bear’s once more. Despite the grabbing, rippling, oozing vagina considering whether to crush her lovingly, her hooves rubbed, pushed and swirled over the bump. She could show Rainbow what real G force felt like…
Rainbow, unbeknownst to Jack, had collapsed on her back, trees cracked like smashed matches beneath her, hind hooves pedaling in the air. Her eyes shut tight and her tongue lolled over her teeth and lip, panting like a bitch in ultra-heat. Her stomach rolled like an angry sea and her tail had swept the picnic and its ants all over the clearing.
Every time she feared she’d done something horrible to AJ, she felt her move and another fierce electric shock of excitement zapped through her body. She was close, so close, too close. Her lover had been good to her, had not left her wanting, and she was as deeply bound to Applejack as it was possible to get. She knew with every fiery crackle of emotion she felt, it was being shared with her tiny fillyfriend. She knew it. They’d share everything. Even… Even…
“AAAAAAAHHHHHPPPPLEJACK!” The crescendo. Her body locked up. Her head slapped back. Her voice squealed. Her loins warmed and rattled within like apples bouncing within a rolling barrel. She embraced the gorgeous horse within her intimate place one very last time and brayed as she gushed her passion upon her.
“AH-Aaaaah-AAAAAAAAH! RAAAAAAAINBOWWW—!” It was a narrow finish, but with an urgent grind of her hoof on her clit, Applejack had managed to make it to the end of the race with Rainbow Dash. Stars flew past her eyes, her lungs were scorching inside, her eyes burned from the stinging femcum filling them, and yet AJ wouldn’t have changed a thing. This was the strongest connection to another living being she had ever felt, climbing to the summit of a mountain with the loyal mare she bathed within. Prepared to jump without a parachute or wings and know she could trust the Dash would catch her.
She felt the build-up behind her grow too much, propelling her body forward. In an instant, the light rushed out around her, and she waited for the sting of grass the grate her face. Instead, she hit the soft part of the hoof that had pushed her into the dark hole in the first place, the second supporting her too. She was flown through the air, still jittering in climactic bliss, and laid to rest on a cushion of long blue fur.
There, gulping fish-like, shuddering, shaking, eyesight blurred and body crying out angrily at her all over, she looked up. Rainbow was hazy and difficult to make out, and Applejack’s ears were clogged with love-water from the nest she had so recently escaped from, but she could see and hear within her mind the three words, eight letters in total, being sobbed happily over and over again.
The feeling was utterly mutual.
~*~
“... And that’s why ah think we’ll be jus’ fine. Whatever happens, we’ll love each other.” Applejack concluded as she lay, tucked up in the wings of the huge blue angel.
Rainbow peeped open a closed eye and glanced down.
“S’a weird way to start a conversation, Applejack,” she murmured, causing a snort, a frown and a thump from Apple’s small hooves that did nothing on the giant chest she was using as a bed. A laugh shortly followed from the farm filly, however, as she shook her head slowly.
“I knew you weren’t ‘jus’ restin’ yer eyes,’ you darn lazy mare.”
“I was just resting my eyes,” chuckled Rainbow tiredly, giving a long stretch and a yawn, “and for the record, I completely agree with you. We’re going to be just fine. I promise.” She lifted her head to gaze at the small orange pony sat over her slowly beating heart, smiling dotingly. “I love you, AJ.”
“Yeah, yeah, me too,” teased Applejack playfully, but the way her hoof brushed the long fur over Dash’s breastbone and the glimmer of light and truth in her gemstone eyes, it was a fact that the love was shared. “Now, do we need to get down off this thing before y’ start shrinking?”
“In a minute or two…” Dash smiled, glancing to her left. “I love this view.” The whole of Ponyville, lit with lanterns and lamps in the fading light, sat like a painting gifted only for them. Few ponies moved about on the ground, heading to their homes for the night. Several only saw Dash if they were looking for her, she’d chosen the biggest cloud on the darker side of the sky while the moon rose and night fell.
“I can see why,” Jack smiled, swishing her tail gently. “Think I’ll get to see it again wit’ you, someday?” Rainbow thought about it for a few seconds, stroking the lemon-yellow mane between her pointed ears. A smile rose again on her face.
“I’ll make a point of it,” Dash eventually answered and carefully lifted Applejack back onto her hoof. The pegasus rolled over cautiously on the cloud so as not to fall completely, then set Applejack between her shoulder blades tenderly. She flapped her wings, preparing to carry her new marefriend home, the long way.
“I guess,” she added, as she kicked away from the white fluffy bed and glided into the cool night air, “we’ll need to ask Twilight nicely for more potions.”
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The End…