> Black Diamond Dog
>  by TrollestiaSubject
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> Invitation
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Black Diamond Dog



by TrollestiaSubject


Chapter I: Invitation

It all began in the usual way with the sun coming up and making it a beautiful day in Ponyville, just as many others had been before. Twilight was contemplating the rays of light coming through her window; Rainbow Dash was ready to move some clouds around; Pinkie Pie was preparing the baking mix for the first order of pastries of the day; and Applejack had awakened much earlier than them, to work bucking apples on the farm. Everypony followed their normal routine, and everything seemed to be just as any other day. There was one small difference, a house was being built on the outskirts of the village.
 
The construction field was in a large and beautiful meadow, with view of Canterlot`s road near Ponyville`s entrance, in the opposite direction of Fluttershy's cottage or Sweet Apple Acres. It was a big, fancy house, with ceilings a little bit taller than normal, the structure certainly made for a wealthy pony. The whole property was bordered by a small and cute wooden fence painted white.
 
 
Many ponies went there to welcome the new neighbor, but all that the construction workers said was: that he wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow; the job was paid; all the permissions were ready and in order (just in case any of the observers were a building inspector); and that the house was in the name of a certain Mr. Blacky, which was a name that many passersby found weird.
 
 
“Probably an eccentric rich pony from Canterlot,” Twilight mused.
 
“Maybe he’s an artist!” Rarity proposed.
 
“Maybe his special talent is to come out of dark places, and play pranks on other ponies," Pinkie Pie preferred to believe.
 
“Maybe he’s not even a pony, maybe he’s a dragon!” Spike said. But, of course, nopony listened to the baby dragon.
 




 

The next day somepony was calling for help.
 
A foal had fallen into the well in the center of the village, and nopony was really too sure of what to do, or who to call.
 
When Rainbow Dash noticed this, she was ready to dive into the depths of the well to rescue the foal. Rainbow's job that day wasn’t an emergency, nor was it very entertaining anyways. But suddenly a blurry flash of black dove into the well first, surprising Rainbow, cutting in on her entrance and making her flap back in the air.
 
A masculine voice echoed from inside, “Everything’s going to be alright.” The voice heard from the depths was reassuring. There then came a burst of scraping claws against stone, which grew louder.
 
When everypony saw a black diamond dog coming out of the well with the foal over his shoulders, a heavy silence prevailed for a few moments.
 
“I’m fine!” The little foal exclaimed, and ran away to his family, but nopony dared to make a sound yet.
 
A pink mare with festive balloons as cutie mark was the first that cheered with a party horn and throwing some confetti around in the background, then everypony cheered along. 
 
Everypony, that is, except for Rainbow Dash, who was glaring at him with a look of disgust.
 
 
The black dog was rubbing his scruff with one paw, somewhat embarrassed. He said he had experience moving among tunnels, so it wasn’t big deal for him, and he certainly wasn’t expecting be welcomed to the village like that.
 
During a short round of thanks and congratulations, some ponies started to ask up questions. Especifically, a certain cyan pegasus with rainbow mane. Those were rather rude questions by the way, like if he was there looking for a meal because in Ponyville the best they had to offer were 'Hot Dogs', if he was there looking for jewels to steal, what time he was going to leave, and even if he was a spy. But rather than respond, he took the first opportunity he had to introduce himself.
 
“I’m Blacky,” he said, “the owner of the new house in the outskirts.”
 
After that he just earned more congratulations from his new neighbors; even an invitation to a meal later from the Cakes, and a party in his honor being held in his own house that night by the pink mare.
 
Of course, he wasn't quite acquainted with pony customs, and knowing that he was a foreigner, he tried not to act surprised when he heard that.
 
The joyful pink mare had already introduced herself as Pinkie Pie, and introduced her friends, Twilight, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash. He, of course, had heard of the holders of the elements of Harmony before. But it was the grumpy pegasus flying above them, with the forelegs crossed over her chest and disappointed face, was who caught his eye.
 
'She must go first,' He thought, without dropping his stamped smile.
 
 
That afternoon he told everypony about his exciting adventures, in which he had managed to amass a fortune in gold before leaving his nation and pledging allegiance to Celestia, claiming that he was tired of living in the underground, and was looking for 'a normal life,' whatever anypony could understand from that.

Blacky had hind legs as high as any other pony, though they were short compared to his much more longer forelegs. Perhaps that was the reason diamonds dogs stood on their hind legs, other than the fact that their paws were better than hooves for holding things thanks to the little appendages with claws at the end of the legs. That little difference, his pads, were an attractive curiosity for the ponies. 

He was different from the other diamond dogs that Rarity and friends had found before: his snout was longer and pointy; his ears and tail had a wolfish style; and his voice was deep and assertive. He had a sharkish smile through his snout which showed his friendly and easygoing nature. He wore a very simple gray vest and no collar. He had a very dark tone of gray in his fur, far from perfect black, but Blacky was still a fitting name. He was tall for Ponyville, but probably not much by diamond dogs standards. That explained why his house was built with more than the normal extra height of other pony houses, letting him get inside his building without problems.

 




During the next few days he proved himself to be a nice and respectful neighbor. However, he used the same story over and over again, and Rainbow Dash, who hadn’t liked him in first place, was growing suspicious of him. 

She accompanied Pinkie Pie, who had automatically liked the new resident of Ponyville, to every meeting to welcome Blacky. She was starting to feel that the story was a prepared monologue, hoof-picked to please the ears of anypony. Always the same thing about wide fields, sunlight, and using his paws to do something better than digging, something more delicate, like fixing windows, doors, drawers, or whatever anypony could ask. Rainbow Dash wondered why would he even want to work in that. Wasn't he supposed to have left his country with a fortune?
 
His dream about becoming an experienced craftsdog, was a silly dream, too silly, almost unbelievable. By Rainbow Dash's thinking it all looked like a plan to get closer to the community, with evil intentions.
 
And that’s why she decided to warn her friends.
 
 
“Yah’re just mad with him because of that little incident at the well a few days ago, and how he stole yer glory with his rescue,” Applejack said. She was the only one who dared to say it out loud but everypony else in the room was thinking the same.
 
Rainbow Dash had called her five best friends for an emergency meeting in Twilight’s library, but none of them seemed to think in the same way than she was.
 
Even Rarity, who had been held against her will by diamond dogs in the past, could say without hesitation that Blacky was nothing like those immature savages. Blacky was an educated and polite Dog. Somedog that was nice to talk with for a while and his taste in jackets was delightful. Of course, he was her new client, and he had changed his poor, tacky vests for charming and refined jackets, so perhaps her opinion of him might not have been impartial.
 
"He’s a good dog. You shouldn’t miss the opportunity to make a new friend,” Twilight said to Rainbow Dash.
 
"He's like a male Fluttershy," Pinkie said thoughtfully, "Just that, you know, he's not shy. And he can make two or three jokes before midday, and stand a prank! You would like him Dashie, if you gave him a chance," Pinkie said, obviously having befriended the dog, so there was no point in asking her opinion, not when Rainbow Dash was trying to form a negative image about him.
 
Most of them had called him already, to fix a hinge, or change a bolt from a door or a window. He was indeed a good craftsdog. His ability to mold metal was a very useful and needed skill in Ponyville. After all, magic couldn't fix everything, or at least could not do so forever, and having new hardware around was well appreciated.
 
“What about you Fluttershy?! What do you have to say?” Rainbow shot in a desperate last movement. But the shot was going to backfire on her.
 
“Well... he helped me to fix the fence of my chicken coop, and he was very polite and kind with the chickens too, trying not to scare them with noise during the repair. I was a little nervous around him at first, but now, I think he’s nice,” Fluttershy said with a small blush.
 
“Hhurrggg!!” Rainbow Dash shouted to the sky expecting some help from Celestia. Her friends weren’t listening to her, and that wasn't going to end well.

“Beside his faux leather adds infinite possibilities to my designs!!” Rarity added with a proud tone of voice, as if she were promoting herself.
 
“Leather, you see?!! Leather!” A distressed Rainbow Dash said to everypony in the room.
 
“It’s just an imitation, Rainbow Dash. Made out of sap from some trees, it’s thermic and permeable; and it’s sad, but even pony antiques have real leather in them,” Twilight said, making Fluttershy faint cold in fear at the same time.
 
Pinkie, Spike and Rarity took Fluttershy to the kitchen immediately to help her recover her senses. Before going there too, Twilight said to her friend Rainbow, “Look, it's okay if you don’t like him, but please don’t go around saying he's dangerous without any proof.”
 
But after her warning, everything that reverberated in Rainbow’s head was: Proof, proof, proof, proof...
 
And so, Rainbow Dash started to follow the 'stranger' around Ponyville.
 

The way he looked through every window from inside, looked at the locks on the doors, and how he inspected inside everypony’s rooms with those deep, dark eyes, not to mention his faux politeness. Fake! That fact on its own was making it all the harder for Rainbow Dash to even stand looking in his eyes.
 
Naturally, her friends thought that she was the one to worry about, but none of them knew him too deeply. Either way, the best they could expect was that all this could end with none of them being publicly humiliated. And if Rainbow Dash wanted to discover for herself his quiet and kind personality, they weren’t going to stop her.
 
 
However, they had started noticing the ways in which Rainbow Dash was stalking him. It was always  from a cloud above, and even through doors and windows when he was inside somepony’s house fixing something, or just paying a visit to his regular friends like the Cakes, or the Apples.
 
Rainbow Dash knew that he was driven by his appetite, and she was determined to find out anything she could, to reveal him as a danger for Ponyville. After all, such hooves, more like claws, and predator eyes and long fangs, couldn't be any good for the place she liked so much, or her friends living there. She had to protect them... no, protect everypony, from a potential predator!
 
‘He has already betrayed the other diamond dogs.’ Rainbow thought, one night she was spying on a cloud. She was keeping a watchful eye on his house, waiting for him to take a nightly snack, a meaty one. But the night was quiet, and she was sleepy. His chimney was smoking and the lights inside were dim and warm.
 
‘Leaving his country for a comfy and warm home.’ She continued meditating. That thought made him a worthless betrayer in her mind, and that notion alone was helping keep her on guard, in spite of the soft cloud on which she kept her vigilant watch.
 
‘That dog’s probably just laughing at me right now.’ She couldn't help thinking, almost falling asleep.
 
Then she saw him going out in the night, not taking the direct road into Ponyville, but suspiciously taking a longer, more indirect one one to the Everfree forest.
 
Rainbow Dash was brave enough to follow him inside, but the forest was too dark and she couldn't do it very far.
 
She lost track of him in the forest, but knew that he had to exit sooner or later, if he wasn’t eaten by something bigger first. She returned to her trusty spying cloud to keep her watch on his house, but she ended up falling asleep.
 
Keeping a watch on a cloud is never a good idea, and Rainbow wasn’t a professional spy, yet. She was still learning.
 
 
The next day she awoke just in time to see him going inside his house, holding a bunch of, what Rainbow Dash thought, were feathers in his paws.
 
“Just what the hay happened?!” A half-asleep Rainbow Dash cried out loud.
 
 



 
"Maybe they were part of a new hoofcraft, that, or she had completely lost all of her screws, and had seen a whole different thing over her obsession with him." Applejack opined, since Fluttershy had said earlier to Rainbow Dash that all of her chickens were fine in the morning. And Spike said that Rainbow should just ask to him; but, of course, nopony listened to the baby dragon.
 
She had called a new meeting to show the ‘evidence’ that she had gathered, but this time only half of the gang assisted. Fluttershy wasn’t going to risk herself attending to another meeting like the last one, and Pinkie no longer wanted to hear more slanders about her new friend. Neither did Twilight or the others, but they wanted to help Rainbow Dash with her attitude problem towards diamond dogs.
 
“He always buys an apple pie from Granny Smith, every day! And Ah have seen him eating it all. Ah told you, he’s not a meativorous,” Applejack said.
 
“Applejack darling, that’s not even a word. I think you meant ‘Animalivorous.’” Rarity corrected.
 
"'Carnivorous' is the word, and I don't know why you think he is one.” Twilight clarified for Rainbow Dash. “Diamond dogs, in fact, enhance their diet with fiber, vegetables, and we all have seen him enjoying a variety of fruits and pastries; this plus the addition of eggs and milk in his diet, complements perfectly with his soy based meals.”
 
“Don’t you get it, Twilight? That’s like if we were obligated to stop consuming food based in cellulose, and we substitute it with some... cheap, imitation of flowers and fodder!” An alarmed Rainbow Dash exclaimed.
 
“But he didn't suddenly stop anything. He had time to think about what he was leaving before making his move to Ponyville. In fact, I could seriously think about skipping eating foods rich in cellulose if that means a living on the surface. Yet... !" Rainbow Dash retorted, visibly obfuscated, without know how to end her sentence.
 
"Yet... !" Rainbow Dash retorted, visibly obfuscated. Without know how to end her sentence.
 
"He comes here almost every day, requesting a book about Equestria’s history, and he’s very interested in stargazing! Something that he couldn’t do living in a subterranean tunnel. You think that's the way in which an evil mastermind acts?" Twilight asked rhetorically.
 
The afternoon continued with comments like that, the girls disregarding her 'proof'. All her friends told her that everything was alright, except for her!
 
But Rainbow Dash wasn’t going to buy it.
 
 
She just knew it; something had to be wrong in the way he talked, or how he moved. Maybe the way his predatory eyes were always looking at ponies as a tasty meal, or his shameless grin. She wasn’t quite sure, but being the holder of the element of loyalty she knew that something weird was going to happen if she stopped watching him, after all he was a diamond dog living in Ponyville. Somepony had to keep an eye on something like that.
 

After some investigation, involving sneaking illegally into the mayor’s office, Rainbow Dash had found that the dog came first to Canterlot, offering a Bits’ fortune in raw gold in exchange for his nationalization.
 
Bits, of course, are helpful when somepony ask for permissions in Canterlot, but was that all? His permits was signed by Celestia herself without further explanations, how could she endanger her faithful subjects? She hadn't even written a letter to Twilight to warn her.
 
The permits for his house were expressly for Ponyville. Had somepony had signed them instead of Celestia? Maybe all his papers were a fraud.
 
Rainbow Dash also found out that Blacky had been 'supposedly' approved by a renowned group of dentists in Canterlot, who said that he never had eaten meat. Now, Rainbow was no dentist, but after consulting with Colgate, she knew that the only thing they could corroborate was that he didn't used to chew large bones with his grinding teeth. And that his dental health was perfect, since.Blacky had already consulted with Colgate in Ponyville.
 
"Suspiciously perfect" Rainbow Dash said to herself, leaving Colgate in the middle of a passionate review about his dental check, Extra passionate for someone who liked teeth, and especially the unusual teeth in a predator’s snout. But, since Rainbow Dash didn’t care... she just flew away, to keep an eye in whatever the diamond dog where doing now.
 
“By the way you should get a dental check for yourself!” Colgate shouted up to Rainbow Dash as she was flying away, probably as retaliation for being left alone in the middle of such passionate review.
 

Soon after she started stalking him all day. All Rainbow could conclude was that he was suspiciously perfect in most areas, and that was truly suspicious.
 
Perhaps it had all started as a jealousy game, but Rainbow Dash could now admit to herself that something odd was going on with him.
 
"Maybe his eyes," Rainbow was trying to pinpoint, "or the way he looks at mares when they walk away from him, is he feeling a craving for meat?"
 
All this added to his nightly visit to Everfree forest, and now she had an authentic mystery between her hooves.
 
 
 
“I know something you don’t!” Pinkie said playfully one day.
 
“What?! What is it, Pinkie??!!!” Rainbow Dash cried in panic, thinking that it could be something about Blacky.
 
“It’s about Blacky!” Pinkie answered with a wide smile on her face. Rainbow Dash shook Pinkie by her shoulders, but Pinkie said it was a secret, so she wouldn’t say a single word about it. Rainbow Dash was just too stressed to continue that game, so she flew away
 
“Okay Dashie, don’t go away! He told me that it was going to be a surprise!” Pinkie shouted.
 
“What?” Rainbow Dash asked, hovering in the air.
 
“It’s a secret, I can’t tell you,” Pinkie said,.looking at her right and left.
 
“Then why are you are even telling me?” Rainbow questioned distressed.
 
But, I haven't told you anything,” Pinkie said, putting a hoof at the side of her mouth, almost whispering.
 
“Well... okay... look, Pinkie, this is obviously some kind of... misunderstanding, okay? Don’t tell me anything, but tell me when,” Rainbow pleaded.
 
“This afternoon!” Pinkie said cheerfully.
 
“This afternoon, like in this-...” Rainbow started, going near Pinkie Pie.
 
“Yes, yes, this afternoon, afternoon! I’m going to see him, and he told me it was a secret.” Pinkie said, cutting in on Rainbow.! I’m going to see him, and he told me it was a secret.” Pinkie said, cutting in on Rainbow.
 
“A secret...” Rainbow repeated softly.
 
“Yes, and... I can’t tell you. It’s a secret!” Pinkie said in the ear of her friend.
 
“Okay, okay... thanks Pinkie Pie,” Rainbow Dash said loudly before leaving, flying away at top speed like some kind of superheroine on a mission.
 
The fact was that Blacky was spending a lot of time with Pinkie Pie lately, or maybe Pinkie Pie was spending a lot of time with him, due probably to her pranks partner spending a lot of her time, surely, stalking on him anyways.
 
 
In any case, Rainbow Dash had a plan. She had sent him a note to make an appointment with him that very same afternoon, near the border of Everfree forest. There, Rainbow had tied up a chicken that she had just 'borrowed’ from Fluttershy’s coop. After all, losing a chicken was better than losing a friend, andat least Rainbow had no chickens as friends.
 
It was The Ultimate Trap; according to Rainbow Dash. But that afternoon, after Blacky arrived and double checked on the note, he just untied the chicken, and took it away under an upper paw.
 
“Hey, Liz. What are you doing here? Now I’ll have to return you to Fluttershy. Did you run away? Is your fence broken again?” he said, taking the chicken with him and making his way to Fluttershy’s cottage.
 
“Hey Dash! What time is it?" He suddenly shouted from the middle of the field without stopping on his way, now to Fluttershy’s place.
 
“Hey Dash! What time is it?" He suddenly shouted from the middle of the field without stopping on his way to Fluttershy’s place.
 
“Dash, please. I am a natural predator; do you really think a pony can sneak on me?” Blacky asked.
 
“Ah! You admitted it, you’re a predator!” Rainbow cried, triumphantly.
 
“What do you mean? It’s not a secret. Anypony can see it. But, I’m a vegetarian. I still noticed that you've been following me,” He calmly said.
 
“And why didn’t you tell me before?!” Rainbow asked confused.
 
“I- I thought you could be enjoying it. But now I'm going to be late. So could you tell me the time? I really need to know,” Blacky asked.
 
“Enjoying it??!!! Why would I?!” A startled Rainbow Dash countered.
 
“Well, I think you are attracted to me, but could I have the time please?” Blacky asked again, like disregarding the theme.
 
“Attracted to you? How could I be attracted to you? You're a dog!” Rainbow Dash cried from her cloud in a very annoyed tone.
 
“I don't know, but I’m a male. Have you noticed how few males Ponyville has around? You sure have. I think that you fell in love with me the first time we met, when you saw me rescuing that foal from the well. Now, I really need to know the time please,” Blackie said, not stopping on his way through the field.
 
 
“That clichéd rescue? I could've done that for myself!” Rainbow countered.
 
“But you didn't! I was faster than you." Blacky deviously commented. "May I know the time now. Please?” Blacky asked calmly.
 
“Why don't you just look at the sky?” Dash said without arguing back, which made dog under the cloud grin internally.
 
“I can't tell the time just by looking at the sky, neither can I find North just smelling around, or however those pegasuses things work. So could you give me the time please?” Blacky asked, trying to sound a little irritated.
 
“Pegasi. The plural of pegasus is: pegasi,” Rainbow clarified.
 
“Nice to know, could you give me the time now?” Blacky continued asking.
 
“Wouldn't you rather know which direction is north? That’s probably more useful!" Rainbow said sarcastically.
 
"I know where North is. The time please," Blacky insisted.
 
"You know, finding out what time it is, isn't going to help you be any earlier anyways," Rainbow remarked, mocking his situation.
 
"Well, if I have an appointment with somebody I…-“ Blacky started.
 
“SOME-BODY?!! Are you going to eat a body?” Rainbow asked horrified.
 
“No! No! That’s despicable! How could I? I’m a vegetarian. No, nothing like that. In my country I used to say some-body, any-body, no-body, and so on. You ponies are all pony this, pony that, how do you even say about a cow or, something? How do you speak about me?” Blacky inquired.
 
“We, don’t!” Rainbow Dash coldly retorted.
 
“Well, that pretty much answers my question. Would you be kind enough to tell me the time anyways?" Blacky asked again.
 
"Oh! Sure! Let me check!” Rainbow said, checking a fake wristwatch drawn on her left forehoof “Oh, sorry! Seems like my watch stopped, sorry. I guess you will be late,” She said cynically before fly away giggling.
 
And Blacky was left there kind of pissed off. Now he had to return Fluttershy's chicken, and was going to miss his appointment with Pinkie to bake muffins for Rainbow Dash. Though after that, he wasn’t in the mood to give her any pastry anyway.
 
 
His grin returned when he remembered that Rainbow Dash was going to be the first one.
 
 
Blacky had made a plan. It was not revenge at all. He had decided to do it long ago, but after the incident with the chicken, he made up his mind, and he was going to really enjoy it now.
 
Blacky had asked Pinkie Pie to speak about the surprise and the secret to Rainbow Dash. And Pinkie would never turn down a prank, even if she couldn't understand it well. But she knew that Rainbow Dash would love a good joke just as much as she would; so she decided to play along with Blacky in his prank.
 
All she had to do was tell Rainbow Dash about a date with Blacky near the entrance of the Everfree forest. He even showed her the place, a nice, small clearing surrounded by the thick trees of the old forest.
 
Without an established road leading to that place, Pinkie wondered how he could know such a location, but not enough to start to suspect what he was planning to do with her Dashie that night.
 
The prank was very simple: Signal the specified place; and then don’t go that night. The meeting point wasn't too deep inside Everfree, just enough to block off the view of Ponyville from the forest, and all the way around, at just the perfect distance to wait with a scary costume, or, in Blacky’s case, a scary face. That would just be enough. It was going to be a great joke or so Pinkie Pie thought.
 
 
That night, the moon was going to be full, and all that Blacky had to do, was wait.



To Be Continued...



> Rainbow in the Dark
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Black Diamond Dog



by TrollestiaSubject


Chapter II: Rainbow in the Dark

 “Aha!” Rainbow Dash shouted during her fast, yet perfect landing in front of him.
 
“Who's there?” Blacky asked sarcastically. He had heard her flying from far away, and was already expecting her. Besides, dogs have good nocturnal vision, not to mention an excellent sense of smell. So he kept his comfortable position with his paws behind his head, laying against a tree without showing any surprise.
 
“I’m a natural eye in the sky! You really thought I was going to let you meet with Pinkie Pie here at this time?” Rainbow Dash boldly said.
 
“Oh, it’s you Rainy, I was afraid it was a monster, or a guard from Canterlot!” Blacky said, barely feigning surprise.
 
“Why?! WHY ARE YOU AFRAID OF A GUARD??” She asked with a mix of doubt and anger.
 
“Calm down, Rainy. I haven’t paid my taxes; you know how the government is,” Blacky bluntly explained.
 
“Wha... taxes? What’s that?” She asked, utterly confused, tilting her head slightly.
 
“Oh, yes, you don’t have taxes from Canterlot, do you? That’s why I love this country. Well, a good part of why is for that reason anyways,” Blacky said, smirking at his own comments.
 
Rainbow Dash didn’t understand the quiet and deceiving expression of the dog, or any of his words for that matter. Her confusion made her feel the difference between diamond dogs and ponies even more clearly, and thinking that he was too dumb to understand, she started to ask direct questions.
 
“Now tell me what were you planning to do with Pinkie here?” she angrily questioned.
 
“Don’t you know? I wasn’t planning, I did. I’ve captured Pinkie Pie,” Blacky calmly answered, with his characteristic sharkish smirk on his face.
 
“YOU WHAT??!! B- but I saw her earlier today!” Rainbow shouted, surprised.
 
“Yeah, yeah, she told me; you didn’t make her promise not to. So we did our.... thing, earlier. Look, we even had a picnic over there on that blanket,” He said, indicating it with a claw. The night was clear, and Rainbow could easily see that the blanket itself was just a white sheet. Rainbow Dash knew that Pinkie wouldn't be able to stand a picnic on such boring rag.
 
“WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?? IS SHE FINE??” Rainbow cried.
 
“Ow, ow, ow. My ears Rainy, they are sensitive. She’s fine, but... you know, she’s my prisoner,” Blacky casually stated.
 
“What?!!” She asked, confused.
 
“I hid her, and only I know where she is,” He proudly said with his eyes closed and a paw over his chest.
 
”How could you? LET HER GO!!!” Rainbow said with a broken voice.
 
“Hmm... how about... no,” Blacky said dismissively.
 
“Let her go... or else!” Rainbow Dash threatened.
 
“Or else? I would like something else besides threats. Okay, I’ll let her go. Look, as far as she knows it all has been a game, so she’s fine. And if you play with me for a while I’ll let you both go safe and sound, what do you say? If you accept my terms I promise to never hurt Pinkie Pie,” Blackie said calmly.
 
“Not so fast, doggie!” Rainbow Dash stood contemplative for a while with a hoof on her chin. “You have to promise never to harm anypony else at all!”
 
“Deal!” he said hurriedly, standing up and walking over the blanket in the middle of the small clearing,
 
 
“And after this, I’m gonna hoof you over to the guards myself,” Rainbow Dash said angrily.
 
 
He thought it for like half second.
 
“Okay, but, you will have to be extra playful with me. Deal?” he asked, taking off the fancy jacket he had bought from Rarity, throwing it over the blanket, and stretching his paw to her.
 
“Deal!” She said, getting closer and shaking limbs with the ever-smirking dog. “So, what do I have to do? Throw a ball, a stick, or what?”
 
“Nothing so complicated, just come here,” He said, pulling her foreleg, making her turn around, and hugging her from behind.
 
 
“What are you doing with me?” A frightened Rainbow Dash said from in his embrace.
 
“Nothing bad I assure you, in fact all I want is to get closer to you,” He softly whispered beside her ear and caressing her tummy and neck.
 
“I- I don’t like being touched,” Rainbow said, with a bit of shame.
 
“It’s for Pinkie, remember that. Just relax, in this game you have to stay still. I'm not going to ask you to do anything,” Blacky whispered in her ear.
 
“Why are you even doing this?”
 
“What? Are you afraid?” He teasingly asked.
 
“I- I’m not afraid of anything,” She daringly retorted.
 
“That’s bad. A little bit of fear makes life... exciting,”
 
“Let's just get this over with, and then we'll never see you again,”  Rainbow Dash said, annoyed with Blacky, though she did not fight to get away.
 
“Fine, if that's what you want. But for this night, I promise not to leave you alone. I know you don’t appreciate this promise right now, but you will,” He said in a reassuring tone and starting to nuzzle her neck.
 
“Bah, what does a dog know about loyalty? As soon as you hear something coming from the forest you´re gonna run away with your tail between your legs,” Rainbow said dismissively.
 
“Don´t worry about that. Fight your fears!” Blacky said in a supportive tone of voice.
 
“I'm not afraid!” Rainbow boldly stated.
 
“Then how are you feeling? Weird, isn’t? But that feeling will last for just a moment. After a while it’s going to start to feel nice. Just wait,” He said, taking a seat on the blanket.
 
Blacky being taller than Rainbow Dash, and having long fore paws as any other diamond dog, had no problem groping her even while she was standing on her hind hooves. Even so he pulled her down to sit her in front of him.
 
 
“Ever since I moved to Ponyville you've been the loneliest pony I’ve ever meet. Always hiding behind your cloud, always spying me, and always alone. I guess you want to get closer to me too, don’t you?” He asked, starting to bite gently at the membrane of her ears, soft enough to let her feel his teeth without harming her.
 
“Nah... Why would I?” Rainbow Dash answered trying to keep her coolness.
 
“Well, for me it is painfully easy to say that you fell in love with me,” He said, embracing her closer, letting her wings open, putting pressure between them with his fore paws.
 
“Ha, don't be ridiculous.” She said blushing.
 
“Have you fallen in love before Rainy?" Blacky boldly asked.
 
“Don’t call me that,” she said, trying to change the subject.
 
"Then how? Bowie?" The diamond dog asked.
 
"Don't say my name!" Rainbow shouted in a tantrum attitude.
 
 
“If you had fallen in love before, you would know that it is... kind of ridiculous indeed. It makes you do weird stuff, like follow a stranger around a town for many days in a row for example, and just because I was faster than you, that makes you weird, or in love. Which would you rather say?” Blacky asked.
 
“I was following you because you-are-dangerous," Dash said intoning each word, "and you know it!” She finished, pointing a hoof back at him, but not breaking his embrace.
 
“Well, that's just silly. You don’t follow dangerous things, they are dangerous! Unless you like danger. Do you like dangerous things, Rainy?” Blacky queried playfully.
 
“I don’t!” She answered, struggling a bit with the feeling of the dog's paws exploring her body.
 
“You don’t? I heard you like acrobatics," he said, keeping his massage on her going, "Stunts and these kinds of things. Your friends have told me plenty about you, but you haven't been brave enough to speak with me. I must like you a lot."
 
"You don't!" She said overly surprised but tightening her teeth.
 
"So, tell me. Which part of me do you like best, Is it my teeth? That dentist. What's her name, Colgate? She really liked my teeth. She said she had never seen teeth like these,” He said, opening his mouth threateningly, wider than anypony could, leaving all his teeth exposed, and turning her head a bit to the side with his own paw on Rainbow's head to make sure she wasn't missing the show.
 
Long rows of sharp teeth exposed to her, was really an impressive show, but she didn't want to admit it.
 
“I don’t care about your teeth,” She said, without taking her eyes off of them, even when he had to push her cheek softly in his direction.
 
“Then what is it, my eyes? I can see quite nicely in the dark, did you know that? I bet you want eyes like mine,” Blacky suggested.
 
“Pffh... Too much light is a problem when you fly, eyes like those would just make it worse,” Rainbow said dismissively.
 
“Then tell me what is it? You must know, I promise not to tell anybody. Is it my paws? I can do things with them that nopony could ever do.” He said groping her.
 
“I don’t think so, in fact they are boring, and you’re boring too, you just walk around and... talk,” Rainbow said with her eyes closed, as if pretending to be bored or uncomfortable. “Those... paws as you called them, are nothing special. I’m not feeling anything; in fact I don't know why Pinkie Pie spends so much time with you. I thought she was cool.”
 
“So my paws are nothing special, hm? Not even if I do this?” He asked, moving both paws to the lower part of her belly, easily spotting two soft furless areas on her coat; swollen, tender bare places slightly warmer than the rest of her body.
 
She let out a loud gasp, sticking her tongue out and fluttering her wings a couple of times at a fast pace.
 
"When you're trying to not enjoy it, you enjoy it the most," he said with a grin on his face, and kept nibbling softly on her ears.
 
“What are you doing!? Don’t touch me there!” She demanded without even hearing what he had said before.
 
“So you’re not feeling anything, huh? Aren't your teats getting more inflamed?” He said pinching and pulling on her bare skin with his paws.
 
“Let me go!” Rainbow shouted, pushing his paws away without being able to get away.
 
“Okay, but I’ll keep Pinkie, that was our deal," He retorted and touched her again on her furless part, without giving her a chance to stand up and fly away. “If this feels good then it can't be bad, if you are feeling well there’s no need to hide it, you should be more honest with yourself Rainy.”
 
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.  I’m just doing this for Pinkie Pie,” Rainbow Dash answered breathlessly, trying to hide her body's reaction to his touch.
 
“You know, Rainy; if you wanted to know me, why didn’t you just stop to say hi? I would have talked with you as I do with anypony else, and nothing like this would be happening. But then of course, then you wouldn't have followed me, and I wouldn't have noticed you the way I do. I guess in the end everybody gets what they deserve. And I want this, I knew we would end up like this from the first time I saw you. How crazy is that? Do you remember that moment?" Blacky asked.
 
“In the well, with the foal, I remember. I knew you were evil,” She said, while fighting to breathe, or rather, to not breathe too much or too hastily.
 
“No, shortly before that, when you were preparing to go inside the well and rescue that foal. You didn’t notice me, though I had talked with some ponies already. But you don’t notice anybody on the ground, do you? You were bragging before diving in, and saying something about being a friendly neighborhood something. In the end I don't think you were one. You took so long, even when you had nothing to prepare before diving inside. I could have done it twice before you even got near.” He daringly said, but Rainbow didn't answer.
 
 
She was breathing heavily, and sweating under the light but bold touch of the dog`s paws. She wasn't even listening.
 
‘Nopony has touched me like this, I didn't know how good it feels when, some... pony? Some one touches me. Could a pony could make me feel like this? I haven't ever felt this with my own hooves!’ She thought reluctantly .
 
"Are you ready to admit that you like this?" Blacky asked.
 
"No! Not with you!" She cried, not even sure if the question had been longer.
 
"Okay, just pretend that these are somedog else's paws." Blacky recommended.
 
"No, I don't like paws at all!" Rainbow said struggling and regretting the way in which she had answered before.
 
"I think you should be more honest with yourself, nothing bad is going to happen if you do. After all I can admit to you that I like your teats, they are small but perky, and I like how firm they got since I started touching them. Are you sure you don't like my paws at least a tiny little bit?" Blacky teased.
 
"No, they are like anything else." She claimed holding her breath, not very sure of what she meant.
 
"Not even if I do this?" He said lowering his right paw all the way down on her, where he reached another soft and warm place of her body.
 
It looked like if she was going to complain, but suddenly all she could let out were soft moans between her gasping.
 
“Look, you seem to be ready.” He calmly stated lifting his claws from her folds, to show her the moisture from her marehood in his paw. "Isn't this game fun, Rainy?" He asked before placing his paw there again, and inclining his own head to softly bite her neck, and lick slowly at a bit of her cold sweat over her neck with his long and soft tongue.
 
"So it's true what they say, ponies are really sweet. I thought it was an urban legend. You know, like all these things that earth ponies say about wings and horns, I thought all these things were lies,” He claimed, holding her cheek with a paw, and the other caressing all her weak points under her belly while sliding his tongue into her mouth.
 
Throwing her head back without realizing what was happening, her senses were overwhelmed. When she opened her eyes, she saw a confusing part of his fur. After a moment she identified his ear, and the side of his head. Then that mountain of fur had to be his neck turned into her. 
 
She somehow could only identify the feeling of his teeth on her. These sharp and long teeth that had been so close not long ago. They were now on her, but she couldn't determine where, and thought she was being eaten.
 
Without fighting back, or noticing how, in fact, she did nothing seemed to matter anymore. Her body had experienced a total shutdown after he placed his rubbing paw between her legs, caressing her lower lips, fetching for her love button. All she had been able to experience before had been faked signals of awareness, and now she felt like had lost a game, and there was nothing she could do about that.
 
She realized that her tongue had been moving roughly too, she was fighting something in her mouth, something soft but strong, something fighting her back, twirling, and exploring the privacy of her mouth.
 
'Being eaten feels strangely like eating something rough.' She thought. After a while she started to wonder why it wasn't hurting at all. 'It even feels good.'
 
 
When she finally noticed his tongue brushing against hers, she tried to throw back her head, but that just made her closer to the dog. Then she heavily fluttered her wings helping to release the pleasure in her own body, while juices from her marehood poured on his paw.
 
She let out a low and long moan, loaded with her repression, inside of Blacky’s mouth, and pushing her tongue out in pleasure, she unwillingly started to kiss him back for first time in the night.
 
 
And after a moment panting by her nostrils, without be able to recover her breath she recovered instead some clarity in her mind, but didn't last long. He started again to play with her lower lips in one paw, and the feathers of her wings in the other.
 
“Wha- What are you doing?” She anxiously asked after pushing her hooves in front of her, breaking away from the kiss but leaving several strands of saliva between their mouths.
 
“Can't you tell? Have you even played with yourself like this before?" He asked without stopping the stimulating massage that his paws were delivering to her.
 
"I- I had never felt an... anything like this," She explained, confused, almost immediately regretting her words, but her thoughts were divided thanks to the increasing warmth again being built up between her legs.
 
"I told you. My paws can do things that no hoof could ever do," He commented with a modest tone of pride.
 
"No, not just my hooves, my wings. I-..." She cut herself off, ashamed, after noticing how her wings were getting aroused again.
 
"You what? Are you feeling it in your wings? Now that you mention it, aren't your wings quite stiffened? I never thought that pegasi wings could really react like this. It's really impressive, you are amazing!" He said kissing her cheek.
 
"Are you even listening? I thought you really wanted to know more about me. I guess you're starting to have fun, aren't you? Ready to keep going?” He asked, deepening his external rubbing over her slit and teasing over her love button. He then slid his retracted claw surrounded by sensitive skin deeper inside her marehood. She bit at the air in slight distress, and a long and low cry escaped from her.
 
 
"What is this? What have I found here? This is really awesome! What a wonderful thing. I have never touched anything like this- this little membrane of yours. This is going to make our game tonight extra especial. It’s really soft; the only way I have to say it's even there is due to its temperature. We should play with this." He suggested noticing her fluttering her expanded wings.
 
He released his hold, letting her fall in front, by gravity and exhaustion over her tummy, and pinning down the tips of her wings under his weight with his paws. He noticed a submissive, but probably involuntary reaction, in which she bent her forelegs to let her extended wings touch the simple white blanket where they were 'playing.'
 
"I had always thought that it was a myth," he said before passing his long and dexterous tongue over the firm and young meat between the feathers of her outspread limbs. The natural sweetness of her body filled his mouth.
 
 
"But there's something else that I want from you in my mouth," She heard, before she felt how he stopped touching her.
 
For a moment all was uncertainty for Rainbow Dash. Had he finished? Was he still there? 
 
Then she felt his paws on her cutie marks, caressing them, and occasionally on her hind legs, and then on her back, and wings, and even her neck. He had no problem reaching her whole body with his long and comforting forepaws.
 
Her temperature again was rising, and with it the fuzziness of her mind. His groping over her cutie marks had brought up a warm and comfortable feeling over her flanks, but suddenly Blacky started bombarding them with slaps. They were quick and blunt hits, designed more to make sound than cause any harm, and yet they were also helping to build up the heat and sensation on her receptive flank. That flank was being hit by a chill wave that made her moan after every single impact.
 
 
A couple of minutes later, just when she was starting to wonder if the sensation on her flanks stimulated in that manner was pleasurable, or authentically painful; Her cutie marks started to experiment a new kind of ecstasy.
 
They were now being brushed by his lustful tongue. It's humidity, combined with the fresh air of the night, made her sore cutie marks feel a pleasurable tide of warm and cold sensations, wavering through every fiber of her being, to every corner of her body.
 
 
Long before she could start to feel her flanks numb to the temperature again, she felt Blacky's paws firmly grabbing her cutie marks once again. With her nethers being held in the air, she could feel his teeth on her again. Those same teeth to which she had been exposed that night, but this time not on her neck, or inside her mouth. This time they were at her thighs.
 
She could feel how he was licking her teats from below, and then the cold air running down through her body, and a warm exhalation of breath directly against her hunches. He was breathing from his mouth, and that was causing a mind-blowing sensation in the body of the cyan mare.
 
"Even your back hole tastes good. Tell me, Rainy, is it true that ponies don't poop? I have never seen a toilet in their bathrooms, or somebody complaining about an aerial surprise from an incontinent pegasus, and the roads in Ponyville are always clean. Rainy? Are you listening?" Blacky wondered with her hinds still in his mouth. But Rainbow Dash's head was on cloud nine. The breath and movements of his speech had Rainbow at the border of climax again.
 
Noticing this, Blacky slid his tongue delicately inward, separating her folds. Its texture felt rough to Rainbow's most private area, driving her to climax immediately, surprising Blacky. Immediately after he felt a shock of liquid drowning his mouth and choking his throat he took Rainbow's haunches out of his mouth, receiving a rain of liquid ecstasy from her in his face.
 
“Hey! You should warn me before you do that. You don't have to be the faster mare in Equestria for everything, do you? Look at me! I could be a rain dog now! Rainy is really a fitting name for you,” He said, licking all the liquid on her.
 
Despite the roughness in which he intended to clean her coat, she was feeling a thrilling wave of softness brushing her body.
 
The night was cold and starry, the moon almost full, and the wind, even if soft, was causing the usual creepy sounds from the forest; but Rainbow Dash wasn’t paying attention to any of those facts.
 
Her coat had been strangely cooled a lot, or so she thought. In truth, her body had been heated a lot, and she just hadn't realized. Even hanging upside down, and as mad as it seemed, she had actually enjoyed the game that the dog had decided to play, but she wasn't going to admit it, or encourage him in any way, though she was anyways.
 
This was especially true when he again started to pass his tongue between her folds, reaching for a swollen and very sensitive spot in her flower. That spot, after being stroked with the rough but flexible texture of his tongue, sent shivers through all her body, sensations that could only be expressed in the form of moans from the deepness of her soul.
 
 
It was a shame he was a malevolent fiend who had probably been planning this for a long time. He had said something about that at the beginning, she thought, but she wasn't able to recall. In any case he was going to surrender himself to her, nonetheless. She couldn't help but feel flattered.
 
His teeth occasionally clenched on her just a tiny bit, and his tongue often invaded inappropriate areas under her tail, but, far from being uncomfortable, that made her shiver even more.
 
After a moment he held her upside down again, out of his mouth where she was starting to feel the coldness in the air, when he intentionally breathed over her marehood.
 
Her expectation was growing up alongside of the warm and cold increasing after each one of his breathings. Then a friendly tongue came to play. Not warm or cold, but contrasting against both temperatures at the same time.
 
 
Her hooves hung loosely, in much the same manner as her tongue. Her wings seemed to be the only part of her body with some strength in them. Her moisture was irrefutable proof of her arousal, but he didn't notice as he was too busy sticking his tongue inside her, to tease her with that for the moment. He was aiming at a greater achievement.
 
His long and wide tongue was thin enough to enter in her small and tight cavity, pressing itself against her fire red flesh walls, until it reached a point where a fine layer of flesh was obstructing his progress inside, but the real fun of this, was to play with it.
 
He was stretching and teasing it, tasting its flavor and feeling its temperature, then testing out its flexibility, hearing her reaction to know if it was too much, or if he could push in even further on it.
 
"No, it hurts, it hurts a lot. Stop!" She said struggling in a low voice.
 
"I can't. If I stop now, you're going to keep the memory of this being hurtful, and I don't want to prevent you from enjoying this in the future," He said, returning his mouth to her.
 
But he never had played with something like this before, and she being upside down, with all her blood rushed to her head, was unable to distinguish the moment when her maiden membrane was trespassed. Even he couldn’t say the precise moment. She wasn’t in pain at all, or at least couldn't process her feelings as real pain in that moment, and he had started to smell the scent of blood even before noticing any change in her inwards her.
 
The scent of her blood had driven him mad, and he had been unable to stop before completely inserting his tongue. He was now happily feasting on her, swirling and twirling his constricted articulation, narrowing it into her appetizing insides to satisfy the craving for fresh blood in his mouth.
 
Rainbow Dash had been wrong; he hadn't been craving for the taste of meat, but of blood instead. After all, that's what gives the flavor.
 
He had been shoving his tongue mindlessly, tasting the metallic flavor of her lost maidenhood. Even while she had a nice scent and candy flavored coat, her blood and therefore her flesh, had a normal bitter and rusty taste. His tongue had fitted easily at the beginning, but beyond her broken veil, his appendage had been forcing its way inside, roughly compressing itself against her blazing, tight and tasty flesh. Then he wiped up the last drop of blood and a load of liquid bliss spurted into his mouth again, less surprisingly the second time.
 
 
After feeding and licking remaining essence of mare from her haunches he placed her loins back on the ground, and hugged her in a friendly manner around the shoulders.
 
"Don't tell me you didn't like that. Rainy, do you want to be my fillyfriend?" He said smiling to her.
 
"What?! No! and I won't ever like anything you do to me!" Rainbow said pushing him away, still a little dizzy and panting, but recovering fast thanks to her excellent physical condition.
 
"Well, you can say anything you want, but I could feel the reactions in your body. I don't know how you pretend to deceive me! Why can't you be more honest with yourself about this and just admit that you liked it?" Blacky countered.
 
"And why don't you just shut up?" She said, punching his face with a hoof hook, but a small hit to him that only inverted the smirk across his face. "I'm doing this for my friends! Don't forget that! You're lucky that I'm not planning to get married someday. You're a kidnapper, and you threatened my friends! Don't think for a second that I'm gonna enjoy anything of this!"
 
"And that's why you are enjoying it so much. I told you, when you try to not enjoy it, it's all even more pleasurable. Don't you see? It all was a setup for you, I never caught Pinkie Pie. I just wanted to get closer to you,” Blacky confessed.
 
“W- What... ?” Rainbow Dash cut wordless.
 
“Yeah, I know. A mare and a dog, uhm?” He wondered, apologetically.
 
“So you never imprisoned Pinkie Pie?” Rainbow Dash questioned, getting startled by the realization.
 
“Oh, that. Well, no. She must be safe wherever she is. I just... Do you have an idea of how cute you are? When you try hiding on your cloud, but actually you can’t take your eyes off of me? I mean, your cyan coat helps, but not your mane,” Blacky mentioned.
 
“So you never caught pinkie?” She said, in a solemn tone, holding the same startled expression.
 
“Oh, No! I told you, didn’t I?” He answered a bit confused.
 
“And you aren't going to eat any of my friends?" Dash aswondered again
 
“What? No! Of course not! Why would I do that?” He asked utterly disgusted.
 
“Then why are you doing this to me!?” Rainbow shouted.
 
"I- I was telling you. I thought you liked the danger, and excitement! Your friends told me about your stunts and training, and how much you want to become a Wonderbolt, which I think it's amazing!” Blacky said passionately.
 
“Do you know The Wonderbolts?!” She asked, getting in his face.
 
“Yeah, everybody knows them, not just ponies. What kind of egghead hasn't heard of The Wonderbolts?” He responded almost smiling at the curious question.
 
She didn’t say anything in answer. She just stood quietly for a while in thoughtful introspection and looking at the white blanket below, kicking it with her forehoof a couple of times.
 
“You aren’t you blaming your friends for anything, right? After all they didn’t know that I had hots for you, and you didn’t ask them to keep any secret from me, right? I can tell because I can feel how good friends they are, and none of them might break a promise,” Blacky assured.
 
“You seem to know a lot about keeping secrets,” Rainbow noted.
 
“I know... a few things, about loyalty. It’s in the nature of dogs." He assured her, thoughtfully.
 
“Maybe on the other side of the coin, but you’re probably doing all this just to get revenge on me!” Rainbow retorted.
 
“This isn't vengeance. I don't have anything to get revenge for." Blacky said with indifference. "Don’t you see? I didn't leave you, as I promised you. If I had wanted to get a revenge I would have left you alone when you were most hot, but I helped you to finish. Trust in me,” He suggested with a whisper in her ear.
 
“Hmm... how do I know that you aren’t lying to me?” Rainbow asked, suspiciously.
 
“I'm know,” He said gently, taking her forehoof, helping her to sit facing him.
 
He wanted to be the one walking his way to her, but the movement he did had been faster, and less aggressive towards her personal space.
 
She looked wearier than him; her mane was somehow more disheveled than normal, probably due to being held rump-side up a while ago. Her few turning steps were slow and doubtful, but it was actually just shame. She was acting shy without her realization, and that made her tremendously cuter than her normal self.
 
He took both of her front hooves, and sitting closer to her, he placed them between his opened lower legs.
 
“Are you trying to rape me?!” Rainbow worriedly asked.
 
“No,” He said with a grin on his snout, “I’m giving you control. Real control over me, not an illusion. All you have to do is keep going like this,” He said, releasing her hooves, and placing his paws on the ground behind him to support his body upright.
 
“Then you’ll set Pinkie Pie and me free after this?” She asked, openly worried about the situation.
 
“I’ll capture Pinkie for real, and I will set her free if that’s what you want” He said moving his crotch softly up and down between her hooves.
 
She didn't fully believe in anything he had said, or at least the part about Pinkie Pie being free. After all, he was a mischievous plotter, probably just trying to play with her mind, but she had a better idea. She was going to wear him out, then tie him up, and help the guards to make him tell Pinkie’s location.
 
“What are you doing, Rainy? You really don’t know anything about males, do you?” Blacky asked smirking.
 
“I- I’m, ehh... Well, not about dogs!” She argued back boldly, but blushing a bit.
 
“I’m like any other male in Equestria. All you have to do is pull... from this thin layer of skin, and voila!” He explained to her with the example, and showing her his unsheathed bulge.
 
“Are you gonna speak in fancy now?!” Dash asked visibly disgusted.
 
“Is a shame you don’t speak in doggy.” He retorted getting closer for a moment to lick her mane again. ”Now I want you to hold this between your hooves.” He added with a pernicious smirk across his snout.
 
 
It wasn’t anything like a tube with a hoof shaped point like the one she saw drawn in books back at school. It was curved throughout, with a pear shaped bulge in its base, and without gaps in it, with a very pointy top reminiscent to the head of a snake or similar, all in a very crude tone of red with blurred specks of white.
 
'A color totally different from his coat,' She thought.
 
“My hooves?! I don’t want to, it looks ugly” She retorted with some unpleasantness in her expression, and fear in her voice.
 
“Not what you were expecting? Well, this is an usual shape for predators. I'm sure it's very rare for a mare to see one like this, so you are a lucky one. And it gets nice if you’re nice with it. Let me show you,” He said holding her forehooves again.
 
“Hold it between your hooves, moving a bit, use your heart beating to sync if you want,” Blacky suggested.
 
“My heart? How do I do that?” Rainbow asked, a bit shocked about the situation.
 
“Just listen to your heart," Blacky explained worriedlessly.

“I- I had never... I don’t know what you mean” She answered a little confused.
 
“I mean it. Literally! Pay attention,” Blacky said, “Haven't you realized how fast your heart is beating? I can hear from here myself. It’s beating faster than usual, and that’s good. Everything in this is good. I want to teach you. Keep touching it with your hooves.”
 
“It’s growing up, and now what?!” Rainbow asked surprised.
 
“Tell me, how it feels in your hooves?” Blacky softly asked.
 
“I can feel it growing with my hooves.” She said with a face of awe. “It’s... soft, and warm! How do you make it grow?”
 
“You are doing all the job,” He said, very calm, “You have full control over me now. It’s being filled with my blood, the very essence of my being. That’s why it’s warm and proud.”
 
“I can se-... I, knew that. But why?” Rainbow asked.
 
“Why? Well, I’m not sure myself, it just occurs sometimes. It grows by itself when a cute female like you is touching it,” He said, before noticing a nervous blush on her face.
 
 
 
“Do you like it now? You’re in full control now. You could fly away, and just leave me alone if you want. Would you do that to me after I kept my promise about not leaving you? That could be very disloyal of you. You could leave now if you want, but are you that disloyal? Imagine if I had left you alone in your moment of need. But I didn't! We dogs know about loyalty, you see?” He said daringly to her.
 
“What do I do now?” She asked, feeling a little insulted. She wasn't going to let any dog say he knew more about loyalty than her.
 
“Now kiss it.” He said quietly.
 
He was expecting her to argue back, or decline completely. Instead she  just came closer to sniff at it a couple of times before going back.
 
“I kissed yours; it's time for you to repay the favor.” He said in a judgmental tone of voice.
 
“I don’t have anything like this!!” Rainbow Dash cried.
 
“Just put your lips on it." He said calmly.
 
“It smells funny.” She answered a little uncomfortable.
 
“Sorry, my body isn't naturally perfumed or sweetened like yours seem to be.” He commented closing his eyes and pulling his nose up.
 
“I didn't mean that... Never mind." She said placing her lips in front of his erected member near the top, and stood quiet in that position. 
 
“Like this?” She asked, sending a shiver through his whole body through the breath of her speech, but he remained as calmed as he could to not let her notice.
 
“Don't just stay there; you have to move your lips a bit." He explained and she followed by simply nodding on him.
 
After a bit of that, her lips started to separate by her own movement and the friction against his raw meat. Her warm breath started to spread over his doghood, warming his privates and stimulating his desire.
 
“I really like how your lips are brushing it," he said struggling to keep his smile and looking at her cute eyes, “but why don’t you try giving it a peck, just a little smooch.”
 
Rainbow did that, leaving a speck of warmness and humidity on his rod that, even if it was small, was enough to bow down his upper body from his forelegs.
 
Then he took her ear to guide her head in a subtle way. She looked curiously at his eyes, noticing that his characteristic smiling expression had been replaced by a kind of sad or painful one.
 
He had a subjugated expression on his face thanks to her actions, and she couldn’t help but feel herself in control and powerful, even proud, which helped her to keep up with her job.
 
 
The sensation of her lips and breathing was utterly exhilarating to no end, his head had been blown off in thoughts for her, but that wasn’t the only part which he wanted blown. Still he didn't want to force her, or beg for anything.
 
But then she started to use her tongue.
 
At first it was just a bit inside her kisses, maybe just for curiosity, but the salty and bitter taste had made her start tasting a pinch more. Then without notice, she was openly licking it, testing its flavor all along with both sides of her tongue, something was appealing about this. Maybe it was its odor, musky and yet mouthwatering. Maybe the tasty flavors she got, after a while of doing that, had mixed all over her tongue. Different flavors that she never had tasted before were now dancing on her tongue, but ultimately the small whining yelps and repressed howls that he was failing to contain, were the best part of all of it.
 
 
“Hey, Rainy... how do you feel having that kind of power? Can you blame me now for what I did?” Blacky asked, breathily.
 
“Oh, shut up! I’m doing this for my friends and you know it!” She said before delivering another small kiss under his point, accompanied by a long lick all along his doghood, effectively shutting him up.
 
Blacky threw his head back, yelping and looking up at the border of the blanket where he found his jacket. Rainbow Dash again did something that made him let out small whines from his very heart. Reaching out for the jacket from nearby on the ground, he took out something that Rainbow Dash didn’t even notice.
 
“Rainy, since you've been a very nice filly with me, I have a present for you.” He said lifting up his torso, and holding what he took out of his jacket, a very particular item.
 
“A- a present?” She questioned without moving her head away, as if she was shielding herself behind the stimulated part of his body.
 
“This collar,” He said, showing her a dog collar made out of a thick strip of black, shiny faux leather, with empty vertical slits along it. Built with a heavy looking buckle on the side, and a hanging dog tag made in the same shape of her cutie mark. “I made it myself especially for you!" He said, opening the buckle and placing it on her.
 
“You look really cute with this on you, Rainy. Do you Remember that I asked you to be my fillyfriend? Well, if you don't want, then you can be my pet now instead,” Blacky said, with a playful smirk on his face.
 
“HEY!!" she shouted, remembering their one-night deal, and that everything was an act! They weren't in any relationship together, so why she should feel insulted?
 
She stood quietly for a while looking at the collar on her. It was lighter than it seemed, and she could see its aerodynamic design, with the right entrances for wind and a spoiler shape when her body were stretched flying. It wasn't that it didn't seem useful, neither that her cutie mark weren't cooler in shining colorful metal; but she couldn't say that she liked it.
 
“There you are," He said, placing the collar on her neck. “Now you’re my pet. You look really cool with it, but you couldn't look any more beautiful," He said, licking her mane. "You can continue now to your heart's content, my pet." He said lying down on his back and using his jacket as pillow between his upper paws.
 
 
But she just stood still, looking at him with an annoyed expression on her face.
 
"I'm not in mood to do that! I'm doing this for my friends! You know that, right?" She said, concerned, shaking her hoof between them.
 
"You don't have to play tough anymore, just be honest with yourself.” He reassured in a quiet tone of voice.
 
“What are you talking about?! I'm still going to hoof you over to Celestia’s guards after this!” Rainbow shouted.
 
“I guess, if you want. That was our deal, and a dog always keeps his promise. If that’s how you like to play., He said, really saddened, or really in pain, Rainbow Dash couldn't tell the difference. After that she took his ensalivated member with her hooves again. “You don’t even believe in me, or is it how you like to play... besides you’re doing a terrible job down there!” He said pulling her head down once again, this time being ruder.
 
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M DOING A TERRIBLE JOB?!” She shouted at him. She would have alerted the whole forest if they had been any deeper inside.
 
The exhalation of her shout against the sensitized part of his dick just in front of her mouth, made him shiver. He had a hard time not letting Rainbow Dash notice it.
 
 
“You’re beautiful, but I told you to kiss it, and you’re just nuzzling it, if that's the way in which you kiss, then you’re a terrible kisser too," He said in the calmest tone that he could muster.
 
“HEY! I’ve never kissed anypo-...” She cut herself off again, a little embarrassed.
 
“Anypony? I suppose you aren’t taking me into consideration there. A shame, I just wanted a nice and cute mare to have fun with. Maybe I should have chosen one of your friends. I bet all of them have already done the job. Oh well. Is that's too much for you to handle?” Blacky teased.
 
“L-let’s just get this over with!” She said annoyed.
 
 
But knowing how this time the tiles of the game were set in her favor, she firmly took his member between her hooves, and opening her mouth wide she put as much as she could inside, starting to move savagely as fast and hard as her tongue and neck would let her.
 
He couldn’t hold his yaps this time, and with no more redress, he tried to hold her head quiet this time, using his paws.
 
She was strong, but his upper paws were stronger than her neck, and they both fought for a moment for control again, but she was fighting with more advantage than him.
 
She wanted to finish already, but he just wanted to keep her steadily going. It was that feeling of aggressive steadiness and physical effort that made his heart beat faster, increasing the size of the organ inside of her mouth.
 
That served as a pacifier for a moment, that feeling imperceptible at first. It started as just a confusing sensation, but soon she had no more doubts as his pointy top started to thrust against the hind part of her tongue, reaching the back of her mouth. But when lubricating fluids started to pervade her mouth, she was both at the same time, more slippery and more curious about that.
 
His unexpected and brief moment of enlargement inside her mouth had finished, but with the new sensation and the previous flavors in her mouth, she was longing for control again. That combination had been even far more exhilarating than when she felt it growing between her hooves.
 
 
As her head was being held, she started to throw her tongue around along with her jaw, moving to and fro, increasing his struggle. Even when her meat-pacifier couldn't have grown more, its pulsations increased, and the dextrous movement of her tongue stretching and scraping out, combined to reveal the fact that she had left the back part of her mouth exposed, and her throat unprotected. That gave her the impression of receiving more of what she needed, but no more of what she wanted.
 
She didn’t feel as if her throat was being invaded. Instead she felt like she was getting revenge, in part for what he had done to her before, and partly to get free from her fears.
 
He had admitted that he hadn't captured Pinkie Pie before, but was he playing with her? Or was he going to eat both Pinkie and her, even after all she had done?
 
She was authentically afraid of finding out, and she could, in that moment, admit it to herself. But she had to know, and that was genuinely terrifying her.
 
Being honest with herself as she was being in that moment, maybe she had acted out of curiosity before, but now fear had taken hold, and the whole situation had exploded in her head. She had her lost control of her acts.
 
In her desperate fantasies, she saw Pinkie Pie already passing through all this. The very same ordeal that she was withstanding for Pinkie was suddenly in vain as she envisioned Pinkie's little snout wrapping the dog's matting tool while he was laughing at her, enduring it in exchange for the safety of her friends. All those images were inside the broken mind of Rainbow Dash.
 
Maybe Pinkie was hurt, maybe the dog might defeat her first. She could, in this new-found state of honesty with herself, admit that she was getting tired and losing sight of what was going to happen, and all because she had been showing off to rescue that foal faster.
 
 
"Ow, ow, ow, ouch! Herbivorous teeth, even their bites are soft," He said placing an unfolded claw between her teeth to get free of her mouth, later taking her by the shoulders to hug her.
 
"You are shivering! What you were doing felt great, but are you really scared? I shouldn't have played that stupid joke on you. There, there.” He said without a smile, in a soothing voice, standing up to hug her tightly and make her stop shaking. “I told you that everything had been a prank on you. I thought you were playing along. Sorry!" he clarified, trying to comfort her, looking at her with what seemed like real concern, and pulling her back to watch her eyes. He assured, "I thought you liked the danger, forgive me for scaring you."
 
 
She had been lost in her thoughts, losing control of her own actions, and had been biting the dog's excited protuberance for a while when she noticed him relieving her, when she saw at his gentle eyes, and heard to his kind voice.
 
"S-scared? I'm not scared!” She said, placing a hoof on his still-engorged masculinity. It had pretty much deflated by then, but just with a hoof on it she seemed to have the power to make it alive again. “I can keep up," She quietly said going down by herself.
 
 
“Are you sure?" He asked, really surprised, standing on two legs.
 
“Sure!" She answered after looking apprehensively to his teeth when he spoke. “No problem, I'm fine,” she timidly assured.
 
“Okay, if you want to keep going,” He added with just half of the smirk that he had held before her breakdown. “Do it calmly now, try to enjoy it yourself,” Was his final advice.
 
“Oh, but I was enjoying it myself,” She affirmed in a sultry tone of voice, “When I felt how it was growing in my mouth, I felt that feeling of power you were talking about before, and that was...” She paused like snapping out of a trance, “Fine.” She hastily said. “You know, plain fine. Nothing to brag about. Now let me help you finish so we can all go home,” She added, half closing her eyes while looking at his dogly peak back to full life. “After all, you helped me finish before, let me repay the favor." She said calmly, with even a little smile on her face.
 
“You sure? Wow, you seem to know a lot about loyalty. Maybe you have a little dog in you,” He claimed with a bit of surprise. “You seemed to be very nervous a while ago. Just take your own pace, but take it easy. I think you hurt me with your teeth.”
 
“Aww, poor thing,” She said, a little sarcastically, after taking a seat on her haunches in front of him, taking his doghood with her right forehoof. “Let me help you feel better,” she said, smiling before kissing the hurt on the bare skin that she had scraped with her teeth.
 
She tasted the rusty taste of the hurt on her lips, which was actually hurtful to Blacky and made him close an eye, but that had been a very lovely gesture from her, so he didn't complain.
 
Then she delivered a very humid and sonorous smooch right at the very top of his rod, before taking it slowly between her squeezing lips, compressing the inner part of her mouth with a great pressure. The pressure was broken by her adventurous tongue when it went outside, breaking the lips’ seal, inviting new blood to rush to the rod, and extracting lustful fluids directly from the dog's luxuriated extremity.
 
 
"Oh Rainy! that’s amazing! Where did a filly like you learn such amazing technique?" A brain-melted Blacky was able to say between moans.
 
"Well, do you know something about barometric pressure, or potential of heat transfer?” She retorted with the mouth full of his tender flesh.
 
“I, mmmm-...” Uttered the dog, almost unable to keep standing after the feeling of her answer.
 
“I guess you don’t." She said taking him out of her mouth. "You wouldn't have reason to, unless you were a weather pegasus," She clarified before go back to her demanding labor.
 
 
This time she was being tender and considerate, and the care with which she was doing her job let her devote herself to the arousing job of extract juices through the dog’s snake-head She thoughtfully considered, what would she do with all his essence being accumulated in her mouth?
 
At first, she simply let the fluids drip out of her mouth, but she had created an oozy mess from her snout, which poured down her chest. Then she tried to keep a load of it before breaking away to spit. But the continuous movement from both of them, and the practically nonexistent unused space in her mouth, didn't let her store anything to spit later.
 
There was no way to contain anything inside with their happy swaying, and all her efforts to safe-keep a load of juice was defeated by a simple stroke, which caused a much bigger mess than the one already done.
 
She had no better option but to ingest all of his juices herself.
 
 
Her mouth was incredibly slippery, her movements were slow but certain, and the pain from her bite was mostly forgotten, if not healed. She seemed to be enjoying herself with his curvaceous phallus, and that was the best part for Blacky in that moment.
 
Her cute expression with closed eyes, tender face, and hooves starting to explore the fur beside of his shaft made his worries about her start to fade, and a real smile grew across his face.
 
 
With the issue of the accumulation of his pre-cum solved, she started having fun trying to find out how much she could make him grow. He had given her permission for a pace at her heart's rhythm, but this time, oddly, her heart kept a slow and quiet pace.
 
At the same time, the sounds coming from the diamond dog weren't hurtful yelps or repressed howls. Thus, the best way she could find out if what she was doing had some effects on him was to look directly at his eyes. 

opening her big and wonderful fuchsia eyes, she threw her cute sight directly to Blacky's eyes.
 
 
"I really like the color of your eyes, Rainy. They aren’t red or violet, what do you call that color?" Blacky asked softly.
 
"Mohfhjhl." She answered in a slurping sound, sending a pleasurable rumbling through her mouth that waved across his entire body.
 
“Ooohh! Female ponies are such wonderful things! We diamond dogs don't have a great variety of colors in... anything really. One of the inconveniences about living under ground," He said, petting her mane. She hit his paw away with her hoof, she had found an irregularity, and she didn’t want to be distracted by anything else.
 
 
"What is this?" She asked lifting her head and pointing with a hoof. "Do diamond dogs just have a big ball up here?" She asked roughly, completely confused.
 
“Oh, no! Don’t pick at it with your hoof,” Blacky asked. “Of course not; I have two smaller balls in this little sack below," He said showing to her, "I don’t know what's up with this big one either. I guess that's where the seeds for more puppies come from, and the small ones... just hang out! I don't know!" He said, utterly confused and a bit sad on the inside because the educational system wasn't very good where he came from.
 
"Silly doggie, I think it is the other way around," She said, trying to not show off, but showing off anyways. Rainbow Dash wasn't the best student that the world has seen, but she was strangely attentive the day they studied reproductive organs in biology class.
 
“So you're a dog expert now? Then please stop pinching the small ones too! They are sensitive!” Blacky whined.
 
“Aww! You don’t need them being with me anyways,” She said teasingly with a grin on her face.
 
“Well, yeah, maybe, but you didn’t want to be my fillyfriend... So stop biting them!!” He urged being unable to avert a high pitched tone of voice.
 
“Hehe, I thought you knew how hard I can bite. I was just... spurring them. It’s so fun-... I mean, so... so, you know... but you're right, I don't even like them. After all I don't want to prevent you from making a family” She added trying to change the subject.
 
“Well.... I appreciate that. Thanks,” He answered, this time with an apologetic grin of sadness.
 
 
“So... How long does it take you to..? You know? How much longer are we gonna be... waiting, for that?” Rainbow Dash asked, rolling a hoof in the air.
 
“That?” Blacky asked, pulling his ears backwards.
 
“You know. ‘That!’” Rainbow Dash explained coyly.
 
“I... I’m ready...” Blacky noted.
 
“Then why don't you just... ?” She asked, annoyed, shaking her hoof in the air.
 
“I... don’t know, I wasn't sure, I was waiting for your permission I guess,” Blacky explained, a bit confused.
 
“'Permission'? I didn't know males could hold it," Rainbow said, also confused.
 
“I- I’ve been... I know how. Maybe it’s a dog thing. Do you want it now?" Blacky answered, disregarding any other subject.
 
“I... Just finish already.” She answered a bit annoyed.
 
“May I ask you a favor? Wrap it tightenly with your lips as you were doing before. I...” He paused trying to look for a reason to justify his petition in case she needed encouragement, but before even needing to, she was doing it.
 
Few words were needed after that.
 
 
He started moaning as she sucked as best as she could with her tongue tapping around.
 
'To cover more area and make it faster.’ She thought. Maybe trying to justify her own decision.
 
But when his appendage started to throb by its own, she found out a new reason to release the pressure, and examine its new trick.
 
It was beating on its own, and she would have liked to have investigated in for a longer time, but Black, almost immediately, held her by the ears and thrust it into her mouth again.
 
Out of curiosity she didn’t slurp this time, but instead lapped along under the increasing intensity of this new movement which, due to her tongue sliding outside for 'investigation.' She ended up scraping his trembling doghood against the soft backside of her mouth, augmenting her covered area, as much as his depth and playfulness.
 
That wasn't inherently bad for her. Being a pony without a gag reflex, like any other pony, she could stand the rhythm dictated by the soft pulls that Blacky was so softly instructing by her ears. Neither of them knew who was leading the other, but they were really achieving synchronicity for the first time in the night.
 
Not long after that, while he was starting to get as far as he could down her throat, she received the sheer force of a first repressed load suddenly coating her esophagus with boiling juices. That made her wonder what the hay was going on, and throwing her head back, she placed her tongue again in a defensive position for her throat, but in such rushed pace that helped him strongly expel the second splurt. This time it was depositing directly on her soft and warm tongue.
 
After such a mouthful she didn't have more options but to go back, breaking the unnoticed guiding hold on her ears, and coughing a couple of times to help to clear her windpipe. When she opened her eyes, she watched, almost in slow motion, a third white load being expelled directly over her nuzzle and between her eyes.
 
No as much as she had imagined being expelled in her throat or mouth, and definitely not with such strength. But that was the first time she saw something like that, and was an impressive spectacle to watch.
 
After that, she just went ahead on her own and surround his doghood with her snout, starting a soft and sexy suction with her eyes closed, giving slow movements of her head.
 
She did that until she felt a fourth and smaller burst of heat against the tip of her tongue.
 
 
“Now you're a carnivore too," He accused, grinning, while caressing her ears, starting to go for her mane. "You did pretty well, my pet. You're awesome!" He assured, feeling how she was degusting directly from the source, the taste of his aftermath, with her wings extended and trembling a bit on their own.
 
"You would look cool with a white coat, do you want one like Rarity's? Or do you want a white mane? Imagine showing up all of a sudden with a white mane! How cool might be that? You would look good in any color," He said, extending, with the point of a claw, the drops of his white essence on her muzzle.
 
 
Rainbow Dash didn't say anything after that, she just opened her eyes to look at him for a moment before breaking away, standing there in reflective contemplation for a moment. She was secretly enjoying her first time savoring the aftertaste of the thick seed from the dog's dose, before looking both ways after hearing a small noise from the forest, as though worried that somepony would pass by and see her.
 
"Are we leaving now?" She bluntly asked in a small tone of consternation.
 
"You want to leave? Now you can do anything you want. Don't you see? Now I'm yours now, in the same way you were mine before. Aren't you feeling powerful and dominant?" He uttered in a soothing voice, watching her. But above all, without any smile, just the way she liked better.
 
“You could leave if you want, but are you really finished?" He said in that voice that made it seem like he had real concern for her.
 
“What do you mean?" She asked, showing a bit of anxiety for the first time.
 
"Well, look at your groin, you're drenched down there," He said, pulling her up to let her roll over her unfolded wings, while he took a seat in front of her. "I'm frankly worried about your welfare, and I think that before calling it a night, I should help you to... relax, in a proper way. So you can say that you had a fun night."
 
She didn't say anything, she just stood there, back side down, with an expression of weariness on her face. She looked at one side of the forest then the other, not sure if was worried about witnesses or if she was looking for help.
 
“Look," He said, standing above her. "I learned tonight that you are really a good friend, but you can be a little proud, and have problems asking for something for yourself. I can deal with that, if that’s your style. But you haven't been left on your own. You have good friends, and I want you to have me too. You can count on me, I’m going to stay and help you out as much as I can. And, to be honest, I really want to help you right now," He said with his trademark sharkish smile, but this time, somehow, it seemed like a real and sincere smile for Rainbow Dash, a fact that even she found weird a moment later when she noticed it.
 
"What? Right now? Aren't you supposed to be tired?”  She asked with a confused look on her face.
 
“Am I? I can keep up. Are herbivores supposed to get tired after the best part?" He asked, rubbing his rigid phallus against the furless parts of her belly, stimulating her own heat again.
 
"You and I are so alone." He said, placing the pointy part of his organ between her lower legs, "Aren't you happy to have somebody to spend the night with?" He continued aligning his hardness against the most humid part in her hinds. "Don't you want, for a night, to be so near to somebody, that you become one?" He asked, slightly pushing himself inside.
 
"Don't-... Don't push that thing inside.” She lazily said. “It feels weird.”
 
“Weird feels good after a while, Rainy,” Blacky uncovered.
 
Letting out a soft and short gasp, she threw her forehooves towards him. If he had been a shorter dog she probably might have embraced his neck, but Rainbow Dash could just reach his shoulders.
 
The fresh air of the night had become cold missing the sun. That cold had slipped through their soaked coats, chilling their bodies without them noticing.
 
 
At first contact with his outer layer of skin, she felt the cold, strange object invading her. Something too hard to even be considered part of a living being. but while he was slowly going deeper. She could soon feel his increasing warmth inside her. After the firsts abnormal curves of his top, the subtle but constant pulsations coming through him were added to the exhilarating sensation of something growing inside of her, very slowly, but of raising temperature. She could only mindlessly feel an increasing sensation, provoked against every fold of her inexperienced marehood.
 
 
Blacky was trying to be tender and considerate in appreciation of how she had just been the same with him before, even if she wasn't willing to admit it. Her soft and puffy slit had been easy to find, and her wetness made the introduction of his pointed tip very easy, leading the rest in the right direction.
 
But as soon as he started to move, her blazing tightness strangled him with an unexpected strength, and soon his tender thrust, meeting less than half way inside, started to feel like a stab for her.
 
 
"No, stop, it hurts! Don’t push!" She cried, clenching her teeth and moving her forehooves to his chest.
 
“Okay,” He accepted, stopping his invasive movements, but inevitably widening in the spot, which even if just a bit in comparison to when he was moving, she felt as an attack against her stressed walls, making her close her eyes in pain. However, she was blushing at the same time.
 
“Okay?” She asked after a moment, opening her eyes and looking above, but not all the way up to his eyes.
 
"Well, yes! Why? Didn't I tell you I was doing this to help you? Just relax, and everything will be alright. You are just nervous," he said while starting to brush the feathers of her right wing, which lay extended over the blanket with a paw. "After all, this is your first time, it's natural for you to be a little afraid; you shouldn't be embarrassed to admit it." He affirmed, holding her cheek affectionately to obtain the spotlight of her evasive sight. “Now I'm yours too, remember? If you want something you just have to ask.”
 
She closed her eyes again to try and endure the pain, but ended up paying more attention to the beating of his heart through her pierced body.
 
 
"No, wait. I can't! Pull it out!” She whispered from between her teeth.
 
"Just try to relax; this is nothing you can't handle.” He uttered holding his advance, but starting to grind softly in the spot, again caressing her wings.
 
“No! No! Something is wrong. Take it out!” She said, louder this time, starting somehow to pull with her hooves at the fur on his shoulder and the paw over her wing.
 
“Fine, sorry!” He agreed, following her instruction, starting to pull out before she tried pull out the fur of his body. But he was stopped by her pleads again.
 
 
“NO! Don’t move, you’re gonna break me if you pull out!” Rainbow Dash pleaded.
 
“What? Of course not! Silly filly, I'm sure you don't have anything left there to break, I assure you. This is only anxiety. Try to relax and you'll be fine,” Blacky assured.
 
“No, wait, it hurts. This is much bigger than your tongue. Just take it out!” Rainbow said, begging again. 
 
“Okay Rainy, but... I can’t push in, or pull out, and without moving this is starting hurt for me too... but don't worry!” He added at the end feeling how her internal strength was growing again along with her anxiety. “I haven’t even reached the knot and I'm stuck in a mare. Can’t be... you really need to calm down!” He asked, perhaps in a too rude manner for the situation, which didn’t help at all.
 
 
“Okay, let’s try this,” He said, holding her cutie marks and rolling onto his back, trying to not hurt her.
 
“What are you doing?” She asked with consternation, while Blacky was moving her, on top of him.
 
“I'm giving you control again. Like this you can find what fits you better. Go ahead, move at your own rhythm,” Blacky encouraged.
 
 
Once on top, the situation didn't seem so out of control as before. She started to move, timidly at first, worried about how much it might hurt to take him out. But when she saw his head laying all the way back facing to the forest at his back, she felt some privacy that allowed her to enjoy the fact that she was above. It was not a position very common for any mare, but certainly something that a mare as cool as her was glad to experience.
 
Her confidence started to build up, and her breathing loosened, just like herself. She was able to move her rump up, without pain to her surprise. At least it was a surprise for her since she could notice something like that in the reaction of the diamond dog.
 
She was able to notice the movement of his body besides his breathing, from his gasping jaw to his uneasy throat, through an accelerated chest and restless belly. Every one of her movements were translated into shivers and yelps in that sea of fur before her, and those reactions coming from the dog became even appealing to her for some reason.
 
When she noticed, what had started as a scary separation was now a warm yet wet seesaw motion, with which her entire body warmed. Her own breath was scarce, her coat was cold, her mouth was dry due to inaudible gasps, and her hanging tongue tried to lap her own saliva back.
 
Feeling him trembling because of her, made her lustful enough to keep with the ‘game' and that made her feel bad. She didn't meant to be enjoying it; it was just a rescue mission like the one she failed in the well some days ago. This was her opportunity to vindicate herself, and then she would get rid of Blacky once and for all.
 
On the other hoof, no pony before had liked her so much, or at least they never had the guts to confess it to her in this, or any other way. That was creating a conflict in her mind, which was showing up again with pain in her movements, and was evidenced when he started to caress her hind legs, working his way to her cutie marks. When he lifted his head to look at her eyes again, he noticed that her marehood hadn’t been contracting for the reasons he thought.
 
"What's the problem? Aren't you enjoying it?" Blacky queried.
 
"No!-... No, there's no problem, just finish already," She said with an expression of pain on her face.
 
"Rainy, there is no reason for you to not-... Or is this how you like it? You can ask me for anything you want.” He said sitting below her and holding her flanks for a more intimate position, knowing how she seemed to have a problem with communicating what she wanted.
 
“I’m doing this for my friends, remember that!” She said closing her eyes to not look at him.
 
“What do you mean? Would you rather to do this with Pinkie Pie?” A confused Blacky asked, slightly saddened.
 
“I hope Pinkie Pie never has to see me like this!” Rainbow Dash cried, as loud as her lungs let her in that moment.
 
“You shouldn't be ashamed for feeling good, there is nothing bad or wrong about it.” He reassured.
 
“And I hope you don't have her captive near where she can hear us,” She said in a tired and saddened tone of voice.
 
"What?! I told you! I never captu-... Or are you still playing? You kinky mare, you knew I was right, right? You enjoy this better when you try not to enjoy it at all. Then are you really this tight? Benefits from all the exercise you do I guess. Tell me,” he said grabbing her wings and pulling them down. He thrust as deep as he could, which wasn't a lot since his knot couldn’t pass.
 
“Tell me, is something wrong with this?" He asked again, starting to move very slowly, in a speed she could get used to, knowing that he wasn't going to hurt her.
 
 
Grinning furiously she placed her face over his chest, trying not to make a sound. To her amusement she found that her sensation wasn't real pain, but a mix of unexpected and uncontrollable pleasure that made her nervous, and tickled. Those tickles were better dealt with by scratching her body in a faster pace than him. Moving on her own she felt herself recovering some control again.
 
“You really like it fast, don't you? Some ponies say that you are the fastest mare in Equestria, and that you are very loyal. Do you like to undergo all this for your friends? Tell me, would you like a prize? Do you want me to say how you are saving everypony from the big bad dog by doing this?” Blacky teased.
 
“Shut up, I’m not-...” She requested, falling silent afterwards.
 
“Don’t you want me to say how cool you are for saving them? Or do you want to hear the story of how you subjugated the bad dog with the sheer force of your awesomeness? Do you want to hear how much I like your cute eyes, your amazing mane, or your small sporty perky teats?” He teased caressing her body.
 
“You will be a heroine after all this, you know? The most desired mare in all Ponyville. But that will be tomorrow. Tonight you're all mine. I wished you before anybody else,” He said while pulling rhythmically at her wings, with the unexpected result of her getting in pace with his thrusting.
 
Strangely, she seemed to be struggling, even though her body was reacting positively to all the innuendos, and she seemed ready to explode.
 
 
“Eat me! You can eat me if you want, I don't care anymore! But please leave my friends alone! I don't care if you eat me tonight, just let Pinkie Pie go!" She suddenly cried while starting to cry.
 
 
"No! What? What are you talking about? No! I don't want to eat you!” He said freeing her wings and stopping himself cold.
 
“Silly Pegasus, you really don't believe me, do you? That’s why you can't enjoy this, isn't it?” He wondered, grasping her forehooves.
 
“Rainbow Dash. No, I don't-... I could never eat any pony, in fact I find the idea despicable, not just eating, but even just having to kill any innocent creature. Why don't you trust me? Look at my eyes; do you think I'm lying?” He asked, trying to reassure her.
 
When she did, his smile had disappeared, and his eyes showed her real concern about her. 
 
“How could I harm Pinkie Pie? She's my friend too! I know she's the friend of every pony, I'm not saying it's a great endorsement. But she's safe! I wouldn't dare harm any pony, much less one of my neighbors. Maybe you’ve noticed that I've made friends with some of them,” Blacky said.
 
“Then why did you tell me you had kidnapped Pinkie Pie?" She asked confused.
 
“I told you, to make all this more exciting for you. I knew you would like a situation with someone in peril, and this was your chance to save the day. All this was just a silly game to make you feel good. I tried to tell you before, but I thought you liked me, not that you assumed that I was really dangerous. I wasn't lying when I said that I like you. I thought you were playing along! Sorry,” He sadly explained.
 
 
“Then Pinkie Pie is really safe?" Rainbow wondered with an astonished gaze in the air.
 
“Yes, forgive me. You can go and check for yourself that Pinkie Pie is safe and sound. She helped out, without knowing what I was planning to do here. In fact, none of your friends knows how much I like you. I guess I thought they would find it weird how I developed a crush on the filly following me around, who was a little rude when I first met her, and never speaks to me. Maybe because she has a crush on me too, who knows? Turns out you think I'm dangerous, and I don't even know why!” Blacky lamented.
 
 
“Then Pinkie Pie is really safe!” Rainbow exclaimed in a happier tone, looking at nowhere in particular but the cold air.
 
“Do you want to go at Sugarcube Corner and see for yourself?” Blacky asked.
 
“Of course I'm going there, but I have some issues that I need to solve here first,” She said with a sultry expression, before closing her eyes and starting her seesaw motion again, much less stressed.
 
His extremity had gone limp during the time he had been giving explanations, but not much more than the renewed attitude from Rainbow Dash was needed to bring up the mood again.
 
With no more danger or worries she started to enjoy it. She tried not to think about her companion, but even so, she couldn't help but think about how much he must have wished to be with her in that intimate and pleasurable manner, enough to plan such approach, disguised with a coat of danger for her delight. Suddenly she felt flattered by his bold actions and how he had mounted this show just for her.
 
She couldn't blame him. After all, she had been suspiciously following him around Ponyville in the last few days, and without a reason at all.
 
The day they met she had noticed some hint of kindness when he was coming out of the well with the foal on his shoulders, and when the crowd cheered for him after the rescue he had showed shyness on his face. How could some... thing, faster than her, react in that way? It was unbelievable to her mind. Something that fast surely knows how fast it is, why react with shame then? Or was she really too much of a show off, delaying the rescue of the foal?
 
Now Rainbow Dash was starting to question herself, wondering if she had had any reason to have thought all this time that he was evil, or if she was really impressed by his actions and that's why she had been looking for a reason to follow him around. Those questions were slowly starting to melt under her own physical craving for what he had started.
 
 
He had stayed seated in front of her. She could feel his soft and warm paws and breath over the coldness on her cutie marks and face, respectively. Suddenly his companion wasn't so bad any more.
 
Caressing her body, he explored every contour and texture together with the smooth sounds from her body, feeling how her muscles tensed, starting to predict the rhythm of her desire.
 
He started to caress her wings in a way that nopony could, brushing with his claws between her feathers and scratching her inner skin. He later surrounded the boned structure of her feathered prides and started building up pressure in them, squishing through against the tips, to later release it pleasurably, with a moan from her, by pulling back down countercurrent of her feathers. He was stimulating sensations not really of pain, but something that she hadn't been willing to experience before.
 
And there panting and submissive, she didn't mind him as her partner for the night at all. At least he was considered a hero by many ponies around town. 

'Silly ponies. A single rescue doesn't make you a hero.' She thought, but still he was cool enough for her. With this new found thought she could relax her mind, and subsequently her body too. She became more aware of what was going on, and she wasn't going to let pass, his past teasing, unpunished.
 
“Silly dog, I'm really so beautiful that even dogs wanna mate with me? Hmmm? Tell me. Maybe you left your country just because you like mares, hmm? Answer me! What kind of dog does that make you? Hmm?!” She implied with a devilish grin on her face while staring at his eyes and starting to move faster, pretty much to tease him just in the same way he had done with her before.
 
“A smart one,” He answered, before finally planting a slow and strong kiss on her, which was received slightly with more rush and passion from her, silencing her in a way that she didn't think was possible before.
 
It was a rushed and clumsy kiss, their teeth clashed, and their tongues met halfway between their mouths, caressing each other but fighting over control. They both had weird breaths, but neither of them minded at that moment.
 
 
“Wacky, wacky dog! What makes you think that you are anything special, like, special enough to deserve me?” She dared, breaking the kiss.
 
“I'm not a pony, but I'm living in Ponyville. How many can say that? A dragon? And a zebra?” Blacky boasted.
 
“No, Zecora lives in the forest,” Rainbow answered, struggling when he started to move her by her cutie marks.
 
“That's exactly my point,” He said, as if he were trying to distract her with his words while thrusting harder to push his knot inside. However, she was barely paying any attention to whatever he was saying in that moment.
 
Her internal walls had begun to contract harder each time, automatically, and her muscles were tensing as she accelerated her seesaw impulse. Her hind legs stretched and the fore ones tensed, her body arched backwards as her wings spread fully open in a 'V' position. She was grinding furiously when she threw her face near his again, kissing him once more, that time without provocation. She was caught up in a kiss that seemed to last much longer than it really did.
 
Her tight femininity was withstanding his onrushing tool, but suddenly there came a crash of fluids, wrapping his lengthened flesh in a burning flood within her marehood, strongly splashing liquid out. The hot fluid contrasted with the cold temperature of their coats with each one of his strokes, and filled the freezing air of the night with a musky scent.
 
 
 
"Did you come that fast again? Geez, you really are the fastest mare in Equestria. I was expecting that you would last longer. But I'm glad that I'm not hurting you anymore. Want to go again?" He said pulling out from her aroused folds, making her immediately feel a void in her, but she wasn't ready to admit that she longing for him again.
 
"What? Again? How can you be so..." She wondered looking to his drenched extremity.
 
"I haven't finished yet, Rainy. All this mess is yours alone." He claimed, turning her comparatively smaller body around.
 
"Hey! What are you doing now?!" She asked rhetorically, feigning surprise much better than he had at the beginning of all this.
 
 
"You're asking that now? Well, I'm taking the control again; I think you had too much control already. Now it's my turn! And I want to come inside of you, come as hard as you just did, Rainy," He teasingly said, directly in her ear, after placing the upper part of his body just above hers.
 
"Wait, inside?!” she asked, genuinely surprised. "Aren't you gonna use a rubber or something?"
 
"Oh! Yes, that reminds me of something," He said wryly while reaching for his jacket with a paw from nearby on the blanket.
 
Taking out a marker this time, he stood up, lifting her body, putting her in a standing position along with him.
 
"What the hay! What are you gonna do?" She asked, showing fear in the form of the hasty reaction of her tail folding between her legs.
 
"Look, this will just do it fine, you see?" He asked, giving her enough space between them to let her turn her neck and see how he was drawing two white lines just above his knot to emulate a wrapping condom.
 
 
"Don't worry, Rainy. It doesn't count, I'm a dog!" He said looking at her startled expression. "This is for that joke where I ended walking like half of Equestria to return Fluttershy's Elizabeak. The poor thing was so worried, both of them,” He said, holding her neck before he started caressing and nuzzling it, erasing the separation between their bodies, and making her face front again. Meanwhile, with his other paw, he held the base of her tail. Taking it out of the way, and without letting her see was going on, to keep some mystery in what he was doing behind her, letting her expectations grow and wonder about his next movement.
 
"Pinkie Pie and I were just planning to do some hello cupcakes for you that afternoon," he said while she felt something curved with a great protuberance in the end, rubbing between her legs, "and I thought you were jealous because I was spending a lot of time with her. But you have always been my favorite pony, you know? I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you. I did all this to get closer to you," He said, aligning his point between her folds and prodding slightly.
 
"I was doing it for my friends," She stated, smiling meekly while a small blush appeared on her face. Even looking so meek, her wetness and suction were evident just past her inviting entrance.
 
"Well, I'm also doing this for my little lucky friend too," He joked, releasing her upper body to hold her flanks firmly. "Look, I just hope that you can see us as friends now, after all we went through tonight," He stated in a low and questioning tone of voice, as if asking for her permission. To which She answered by lowering her forelegs, and raising her tail as signal of acceptance.
 

With her eyes fully open and a slight smile hidden behind well-extended wings, he started to slowly but smoothly introduce his masculinity between her burning flesh walls.
 
Closing her beautiful magenta eyes, she faced front again to help her excited body seek air. He had been prodding and toying with her expectations, feeling delight with each of the warm and wet sips that her lower lips were delivering to his playful sting.
 
The stimulating sensations of external heat and stretching inside her weren't enough to make her gasp yet, but the simple excitement for the moment when she could start to feel great pleasure again made her start deep breathing in anticipation.
 
Her body was quiet in that position, and Blacky took that as a sign of her delight in being submissive and controlled. In reality, she was a bit tired already, but when he finally started to reach her depths, a shiver was evident through her whole body, and uncontrollable moans escaped directly from her heart.
 
He dropped his hold over her flank to give her the freedom that her haunches were beginning to ask for, and started to massaging her rump, always pressing her back to him. He worked his way through her cold coat to her back.
 
The temperature of the night was growing colder with each that moment passed, but they barely noticed that fact in the brief moments between their 'games.' But right then her wings were flapping as if she were fighting to cross through a storm, and her overheated body hadn't become aware of the freezing night over other sensations, except for the unconsidered fact of his skin always returning refreshed before again going inside of her thanks to the moisture of the area joining them.
 
For him the cold air always had been contrasting against her warm interior, and now his knot was looking for refuge more than ever. He had been pressing against her before without successfully finding a place in her tight interior, but now her tender flesh was giving in, between the disarrayed and clumsy clashes of their bodies, and thanks to her compromising position and lubricated sex. This time it was her turn to yelp, or something like it, as she let out soft and lewd moans, almost yelling when her internal warmth finally ringed his knot. He felt a surge of pride for his hard-to-fulfill but worthy and well-deserved accomplishment, pride that that was reflected in his stiffness.
 
 
He held her neck down with a paw, the other pulling up her tail to his mouth, biting on just the hair, letting him take hold of both of her anxious wings.
 
He started to penetrate her with the widest part of his alien anatomy, firmly holding her body in a bowed position, and thrusting wildly in a fast pace. He was wholly dominating her while her moans escalated into screams.
 
 
 
 
“Are you ready, Rainy? Want to feel it inside?" He asked between his teeth, still grasping her tail with his mouth, effectively holding her rump up just where he wanted.
 
 
"No! Don't do it inside. Stop!” She requested almost yelling.
 
“What do you mean? I want to come too, it’s not fair that you’re having all the fun! Besides, you’re pulling me inside you!” He answered, still with her tail in the air, but stopping his movements for a little while to let her notice her own lust drawing him inside.
 
After the pause he dropped her tail, but without breaking away from their coitus he placed his upper body above hers, and pinned down the points of her wings with his paws on the blanket.
 
 
"Don't worry. I know this is your first time and you are a little scared, there’s nothing wrong with that. But, if I come inside you, you will come too. Don’t you want feel that?” Blacky asked.
 
“But... uhm. How’s that... ?” She doubtfully whispered, without ending any sentence, looking down towards the blanket and staring at nothing in particular.
 
“If we come together, then you won’t have to be embarrassed. Don't worry. I'll make you feel good,” He playfully told her before he again started to move his hips, imitating the rhythm she had set when she was above.
 
She tried to utter one 'no.' But such word never came out from her throat.
 
The banging sound from behind and the hypnotic pace of their bodies had filled her mind, preventing her from thinking of any excuse to decline the burning pleasure growing in her interior.
 
 
The rhythmic synchronicity that their bodies had achieved by pure instinct after a while was his cue to let her notice how much she could enjoy being with him.
 
"My little spy, do you like this? Did you ever dream of this when you were following me? We call it 'Doggy style' back where I am from. Of course, ponies could have another name for this. But for now I guess you’re my female dog...” He said, grinning, while turning his face down, trying to grab her sight. “Do you like it?”
 
“N- no...” She belatedly said, unsure about the question that she was answering. "Not cool enough," She amended, trying to cover any possible question he might ask and avoid falling into tricky questions, and keep her tongue inside her mouth.
 
“You didn’t mind when you were on top.” He said before start pushing even deeper. “Am I cool enough now?" He asked without getting an answer.
 
"By the way, I'm not an ignorant dog. I knew the plural of pegasus, but everybody from where I come says 'pega-suses' for the things that pegasi do as... the clouds, or the rain.”
 
“But we don’t make th-...” Rainbow started.
 
“Oh, shut up,” He gently requested while thrusting as far as he could. There wasn’t going to be any more need of words as he wasn't going to hold anything back for her.
 
She had instinctively tensed her hind legs, and her well trained body was strong enough to resist his weight as his playful and dexterous forepaws slipped through her body to the furless part under her belly, where her small but excited erogenous zones were almost waiting for him to again play with them.
 
 
Her freed wings fluttered wildly without being able to set a new pace from below. But knowing what her body was trying to say, he held her neck again, bowing her body down, keeping her loins aup with his other paw between her legs, caressing the soft and warm skin of her small but pleased teats, and the hardened but delicate pearl crowning the entrance of her lower lips.
 
She was at the verge of climax when his weird pointy part, had started to peck near the entrance of her womb. At first she felt it as a ghostly sensation caused by a subconscious wish, but soon she could feel that she wasn't imagining anything.
 
His strange anatomy had been deformed inside of her, growing a thin and long point after introducing his knot, hitting slightly into the cervix of her womb, starting to slide directly inside. Just a fine sting, but she felt as if he were reaching all the way inward, and so she thought due to her inexperience, and how much she was loving the idea of him stretching and rubbing her insides for the first time in her life.
 
Even when bits of his meat were aching, thanks to the bite she had given him before, he was keeping a fierce pace under which even her lustful cries had ceased. She was having difficulty breathing, something that she hadn't experienced before; she felt his boiling essence being splattered directly into the very soul of her femininity, at the very same moment he let out a howling into the night.
 
The liquid was fighting to run through her body as he pressed her neck down, arching her body to ensure he didn't leave any spot unbathed with his guilt-free seed.
 
Such lewd accumulation flooded her before finding a route to flow out. Every liberation of pressure forced her to urgently free her own pleasure, and after every new wave of his raw life freed directly into her very core new shivers were sent through her body. She was unable to contain anything in her.
 
 
She was hastily flapping her wings when she came, sending prodigal splashes of clear love juice after some ending thrusts in her. Eventually a coy and warm flow drenched their legs. It grew constant soon, raining all over the white, cheap blanket where they had just made love.
 
 
"A golden rain? How cute of you. That means a warning over your domain between dogs, you know? I’m really Rainy's dog now." He said, coming in to lick her mane from behind. "How romantic!" Blacky said, snuggling himself along with Rainbow Dash. Who was severely ashamed for what she had just done over the blanket before. But after see the reaction of the diamond dog, she couldn't help but feel simply satisfied.
 
 
After that everything was calm for a few seconds. Then they both staggered and, exhausted, felt the frigidity of the night sliding through their drenched coats. Without pronouncing a single word they both lay very close next to each other, seated ducking over their bellies.
 
"You're really feeling it in your wings, aren't you? Maybe normal pegasi are different than Al-... all other creatures I have been with,” Blacky said, with a little shifty look.
 
“When have you seen the aftermath in wings besides mine? You've been a bad dog! Aren't you, doggie? Having fun with all kind of creatures... a griffon, maybe? They're cool! You don’t like other dogs that much, do you? You've definitely have been A-Bad-Dog" She said teasingly while rubbing her cheek in his fur.
 
Rainbow noticed then that the blanket where they had been all this time was better said to be a bed sheet, and a fancy one at that. Even the normally disinterested pegasus could tell.
 
Now, fully drenched in distinct juices and smells from their previous messes, the warmness had been stored under their huddled bodies, despite the freezing night.
 
"Hey, listen, about that punch earlier, I'm... I didn't mean to-..." Rainbow began.
 
"Nah, don't be sorry. I deserved it actually, and it was cute, to be honest. You should call it 'Rainhook Punch!' and maybe you'll cause a Sonic Rainboom Explosion. Hopefully not hitting me next time," He said giggling while both rested cuddled together in silent conjunction against the cold night.
 
"Hey I don't wanna brag, but I can do that while flying,” She proudly announced.
 
“I heard that. Ponies are such wonderful creatures. I would like to see it!” Blacky said, in tired voice, and with his eyes closed. Snuggling his head over hers.
 
“Yeah... Wait, you mean now?!” She said snapping out from her dream of a perma-rainboom flying technique as the song of a morning rooster warned them about the clearing sky.
 
“Wow, morning already? What took us so long? Should we sleep or something? Maybe this is not the best moment for a flight stunt,” Blacky noted.
 
"Well, it's a trick 'a-little.bit-hard' to pull off," Rainbow emphasized, “So right now might not be the best moment to try it.”
 
“Okay, show me whenever you are ready. I promise to be there and cheer you on,” He said, before patting her mane.
 
 
“What are you doing with your hoof?” Rainbow asked.
 
“It’s a paw, Rainy. Mine are paws,” Blacky clarified.
 
"Well, nice to know! Now tell me, what are you doing with it?" Rainbow asked again.
 
“I’m patting your mane. It’s an honor for a pet being patted by its master. I’m showing my appreciation towards you,” Blacky claimed.
 
“I’m not sure if I like it...” Rainbow said hesitantly.
 
“I think you like it, a lot,” Blacky stated.
 
“I mean the pet part. Not my thing, but...” Rainbow trailed off.
 
“What is it?” Blacky asked.
 
“Do you mind if I keep the choker, it’s actually... you know, kinda cool,” Rainbow said, trying to be casual.
 
“I made it for you, it's all yours!" He agreed with a weary grin on his face. "If you ever want something you just need to ask me. Like sleep, as random example,” He asserted, his speech losing any discernible expression.
 
 
“Wouldn't you rather keep pushing your thing inside of me? No! Wait. Let me use my mouth on you, I promise not leave you before dawn," She sultrily said, "That’s in like... seven minutes!” She added hastily, breaking her experimental sultriness.
 
“Today it could take longer just for you, who knows? But I... But it’s all dirty. I don’t...-” Blacky began.
 
“I don't mind it! I wanna taste it like that,” She interrupted, quickly at first, but then used her experimental tone of voice that could wake up a dead body.
 
“Hmm... okay, I guess. Have I told you before how irresistible you are for me?" Blacky said with a smirk in his face, while rolling over the blanket, backside down.
 
“Hey, but before that... What I don’t understand is... what were you doing in Everfree Forest the other night? Where did you get those feathers? And for what?” Rainbow asked urgently.
 
“These feathers are a rare ingredient for crafts, like that cutie mark shaped medal. It's stone actually, much lighter than metal and without the annoying sound. And I get them from my prey. Have you eaten cockatrice, Rainy? Much better than Pinkie’s hot dogs, and it’s incredibly soft, even the bones. A bit hard to hunt down, but it’s a real delicacy. Okay, I'm ready!” He said, facing his belly at her, sporting a lesser erection but eager to grow again under her breath.
 
"Sometimes I forgot how sweet you ponies are.” He said, after lifting his head one last time to her, to lick her face and mane.
> Aint no Rest for the Wicked
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------




Black Diamond Dog
by TrollestiaSubject


Chapter III: Aint no Rest for the Wicked



Pinkie Pie had been acting strangely lately, a bit... nervous. Her friends could even have said kind of suspicious. What none of them had noticed was that it had just been around Rainbow Dash, or Blacky, The new resident of Ponyville, around whom it was more evident. Especially due to the fact that he was a diamond dog.

It was odd, especially because Pinkie had been the first pony to welcome him in Ponyville, and to nopony's surprise, the first friend he had made. But now, something was odd in Pinkie's behavior. Even under direct question ing from her friends, Pinkie would deny anything was wrong, and nopony had pinpointed exactly what was causing such randomness. It was especially hard because she was a random kind of pony normally.

Of course, not everypony had accepted a diamond dog as part of the community. At first Rainbow Dash had acted much more suspicious towards Blacky, even to the point of following him around. Pinkie wasn't doing anything like that, or at least nopony had noticed. It was around the time Rainbow Dash had accepted that Blacky wasn't a bad neigh bor just because he was a diamond dog that Pinkie started to act a little nervous around them both. Many ponies attributed this to the fact of Pinkie being Pinkie, but her closest friends didn't take long to notice that it was weird, even for Pinkie’s strange ways. Her ears angled backwards and drops of cold sweat stood out on her face. Her ever-present smile had been replaced with a display of clenched teeth more reminiscent of a crude facsimile, and that was never a good signal.

The worst part was that not even her friends had seen the exact combination of factors triggering this strange behavior. Twilight thought it was some kind of phase that would end soon. Applejack trusted that her friend would ask for help if she ever need it. Rarity was too busy being melodramatic about how much her idols in fashion had accomplished at her age. Fluttershy thought she understood Pinkie because the world sometimes could be scary, and Rainbow Dash hadn’t even noticed that Pinkie was acting nervous around her. She was too busy keeping her own secrets to mind the attitude of somepony else.

In fact Rainbow Dash was trying to touch the subject of the dog as little as equinely possible. The new relationship with her new 'doggy' friend, as she called him, was evident to everypony. She was even using a collar made by him, not a commonly worn piece between ponies. However, it seemed to be kinda of cool for her, with a pendant shaped like her cutie mark in thin stone. But the true nature of their relationship was so unlikely, that nopony could even fathom a small part of its explicitness. Rainbow Dash had been having 'private meetings' with Blacky: inside alleys during working hours; a couple of times in his own house; and even in the outskirts of the Everfree forest after nightfall.

The version of the story that Rainbow Dash had told to her friends about befriending Blacky, only said: "We got to talking after we met in the doctor's waiting room because we both had caught a cold that day. There I realized that he's not so bad once you get to know him!" And with that brief explanation, Rainbow's renewed and playful attitude towards the dog was evident. Which had been a relief for her friends, who were worried about how she had been acting paranoid a couple of weeks ago, about the fact that she thought he could be a spy, could eat somepony, or any other crazy excuse to follow him around.

Maybe it was the distracting manner in which Rainbow Dash was coping so well with the new diamond dog neighbor that had been distracting Pinkie’s friends from noticing exactly which factors were causing her new jitters. What they hadn’t figured out either, was that Rainbow Dash and Blacky had said about getting sick  because they both "had been out for too long on the cold previous night.” None of their friends had even dared to imagine that they both had been together that night, or what they were doing. Nopony, except Pinkie Pie, who had seen it all. And was particularly worried that Rainbow Dash, or Blacky, would find out.

Pinkie Pie had been in the forest that cold night, when Blacky had prepared his “epic joke” for Rainbow Dash. Pinkie had promised Blacky she wouldn't show up, but of course she wasn’t going to miss out an epic joke for anything in Equestria.

Worried that any of them would find her on the way to the scene, barely inside Everfree Forest, Pinkie had been very cautious before arriving at the site. After all, the joke had been promised to be 'EPIC,' and she hadn’t Pinkie Promised not to go anyways. So she went a little late that night, to find something very different from what she had imagined.

Pinkie's approach had been discreet to avoid being detected and ruining the joke. After all no pony could deny Pinkie's sneaking abilities. Hiding behind a tree and some bushes, she had found Dashie's head between the legs of the diamond dog, seated over a fancy but boring white picnic blanket that looked more like a bedsheet. At the beginning she didn't get what was going on, and couldn't hear the conversation that seemed to include her own name very well. Just after watching the scene, she found what her friends seemed to be doing very funny, especially with their positions. But then Rainbow Dash had apparently heard her giggles, and she had to stay extra quiet. It wasn't for the sake of the joke in that moment, but because she was mischievously enjoying watching them without being noticed.

The excitement of finding out whatever they were doing in that funny position was more exciting than any joke before. It didn't take long for her to realize that Rainbow Dash’s lips were doing exactly what she had just dared to imagine in her playful mind, and she had to hide her gasp of surprise with her hooves above her mouth. Maybe it was the tone of concern in which Rainbow Dash was saying Pinkie’s name, but something in their conversation seemed to indicate that she wasn’t welcome there.

Stressing her sneaking abilities, she was willing to leave the place right away, but a soft and cold breeze had dragged their moans along with it, and the weird but enticing smell that their bodies had started to produce during their union had been an appealing reason to stay. She was witnessing the caresses and complicity that only a married couple should have. That night she saw their bodies joining together, each time better, through pauses and reorganization, to achieve a movement against each other, in a sweet and tender rhythm that seemed to slow down time.

As Pinkie Pie observed them, her right forehoof unconsciously began kneading out a slow, almost unnoticeable rhythm between her haunches. When Pinkie realized, she was surprised by how wet her hoof had become, and how warm her thighs felt. But that was little compared to the blazing shame she felt for being there spying on them.

Overcome with guilt, Pinkie felt obliged to depart the scene when Rainbow Dash was on top of the dog, yelling “I hope Pinkie Pie never has to see me like this!”

Very late that night, in her own bed, Pinkie couldn't get the picture of them together out of her head, nor the queue of feelings that they could be still experiencing. And she fell asleep with her curious hoof between her thighs, and her drenched marehood unsatisfied.

Pinkie Pie had been following the 'unknown-for-everypony-except-her couple' as she called them, around Ponyville all week. She followed them far more successfully than Rainbow Dash had followed Blacky; after all Pinkie was better at sneaking, and had better spy gear than a plain cloud. Pinkie had seen Rainbow and Blacky going into those hidden nooks of Everfree Forest, Rainbow Dash occasionally sneaking off to visit Blacky's house late at night, and both of them having some discreet meetings in alleys during working hours. Those last were the worst, in any other place at least she could only imagine what they were doing, but right there, in the middle of Ponyville, in broad daylight? Pinkie thought: ‘How could Celestia let them do that? And yet they were doing that! In there!’

A few days later, as Pinkie trotted through the marketplace on her way back to Sugercube Corner, with some ingredients for the bakery in a basket on her head, she noticed Rainbow Dash in the sky doing her job, but then suspiciously she darted from above, down into an alleyway behind some warehouses in the commercial part of Ponyville. Pinkie was going to follow her there, but suddenly a rearing Twilight interrupted her way, particularly cheerful and displaying a big smile on her face. For some reason that felt more like an annoyance to Pinkie Pie, but Twilight had to arrange the details for Rarity’s surprise birthday party, and of course she had many things to discuss about it with Pinkie, who, even if not in the mood, simply had talent for those kinds of things. 

Twilight kept asking question after question, and more questions after that! When Twilight ran out of time and had to leave, she agreed to a meeting in a couple of days, where the rest of her friends could work over the details on what Rarity would like better. When Pinkie could finally enter that alley, she found it empty, but with the distinctive odor that Rainbow and Blacky had produced that chilling night.

When Pinkie finally returned to the Sugarcube Corner, where she usually felt less stressed than anywhere else, her attitude was still a bit too serious, perhaps even a bit meaner than her usual bearing.

“Pinkie, is something wrong?” Mrs. Cake questioned, when she saw her distracted resident less chipper and bubbly than she usually was while doing her job.

“Ah?! Who? Me?! Why??” She answered defensively, looking back, pointing a big eye to Mrs. Cake, rather than showing any real feeling about what was worrying her. When Mr. Cake noticed this, he tried to cut the tension of the clearly distressed Pinkie Pie.

“Hey, Pinkie, have I told you about this invitation that Cupsie and I received for the ‘Great Baking Exposition’ in Canterlot? We just received it this morning!” He said with the hope of cheering up Pinkie, but to no avail.

“Well, of course I don’t know, if I was out this morning how I'm supposed to mumble* mumble* mumble*” Pinkie said, putting some raw pastries in the oven, not really wanting to be heard.

“Oh, well, of course not,” Mrs. Cake said to herself, trying to keep her smile, but extremely worried about the reason that the young mare was in that unusual mood.

“What I mean is: it’s a great honor for us, Pinkie. And honey bun and I would like to invite you to the event, we couldn’t have done it without you! The invitation is just for two, but we’ll pay your expenses. Besides...-” Mr. Cake was explaining, with real pride in his voice.

But what Pinkie Pie heard was “Spying Time!” So when Mr. Cake ended the invitation, she regained her good mood, and politely declined such an honor. After all, it was meant for Mr. and Mrs. Cake, and all she knew about baking was what she had learned from them. Pinkie Pie ended her working day happy and chipper as usually expected, which was a bit weird because that was not what the Cakes were expecting that day.

“I wonder what’s up with her,” Mr. Cake wondered with concern that afternoon as soon Pinkie had left the kitchen.

“Nothing. She’s probably just in love,” Mrs. Cake answered with a low devious tone in her voice. “Don’t you remember when we were young? The uncertainty, the agony, the fear of somepony else knowing how you felt...” Mrs. Cake finished in a hopefully tone. 

“Ho, ho, ho. Yeah. As if. I knew we were meant to be the moment I saw you,” Mr. Cake said with a certain amount of hidden insecurity

“Well, I remember that handsome colt, shaking badly the moment he asked me out on a date,” Mrs. Cake teased.

“Hah! At least you remember when I did! I was too nervous,” Mr. Cake confessed, scratching his foreleg with his other forehoof. “Do you think Pinkie is going through that?” He inquired while Cup answered, nodding positively, and smiling, not without a mix of pity, and pride, on her face.

“I’m quite certain, honey,” She said, adding “I just wonder who the lucky pony is.” Mrs. Cake inquired with her cheek against Mr. Cake's, both watching longingly at the door from which Pinkie Pie had left the room, trying to figure out, who of all the nice colts in Ponyville and around, could be the lucky stallion, since they never had seen Pinkie particularly attached to one. 









A few more days were like that, until the Cakes had to say goodbye for the ‘Great Baking Exposition’ in Canterlot, very early in the morning. Pinkie pretended to be still asleep when they said goodbye to her. She had planned a whole day of spying on Dashie and Blacky, a camo suit was of course indispensable, not like night vision goggles, but she also took those with her, just in case, and of course, the most important item for that day: A photographic camera.

The device was small and light. With that she was going to show, with proof in her hoof to Rainbow Dash and Blacky, that what they were doing was risky and indecent. With enough luck, they would be doing it again in broad daylight, and they won’t have any way to defend their bad habits. Best of all, she could face them knowing about their relationship, and probably stop them if they returned to do such things in those inappropriate corners around Ponyville.

Pinkie started her day looking at the sky with a pair of binoculars, literally, one in each hoof. The cloudy sky before the winter season was being tended to, and soon she could find one pegasus, two, three pegasi, and Rainbow Dash next to them, giving some orders before they started. Some clouds had to be collected and stored for later, and it was one of those days in which after hitting away on a cloud, it tended to form itself again, so it wasn’t going to be a job for '10 seconds flat.'

After find her, Pinkie had to locate and follow her to Mr. Blacky, who was going to be harder to locate, but easier to follow than Rainbow Dash. Pinkie had anticipated the steps of what she knew about the morning routine of the diamond dog. First: Work on pawmade crafts in his workshop next to his house. Later: A morning break to go out and have a breakfast, usually at Sugarcube Corner, which he knew was going to be closed because the Cakes informed him, like to any regular client. His morning walk to Ponyville’s commercial area, to buy materials, was something expected. Pinkie went there, standing inside a straw Bale. Which isn't a very good place to stand for long, but it was a good camouflage, and her black camo tights made it far less itchy.

Pinkie soon found him delivering what seemed like cabinet doors to a restaurant. After a few minutes inside, Blacky went out. He took a seat in one of the bistro tables outside. There, he could salute his friendly neighbors, to whom he looked at in a weird way once they turned their backs to him. Pinkie realized he most often looked oddly at the mares as she watched him through her binoculars from within her hideout inside the straw bale. Now she knew why Rainbow Dash had been acting a bit paranoid around him last week. It was kind of obvious now, and it wasn’t anything like a hunger by his carnivorous instinct.... or at least not as a meal.

At that time, Rainbow Dash was taking a break from her busy workday, the one that had started about a hour ago, and in which she just had given a couple of orders. Resting on a cloud over Ponyville, she had a complete view of the place beneath her. When she found a straw bale moving around, she didn't feel astonished, since that wasn’t the strangest thing she had seen from above, so she didn't gave a second thought about that. However, she grew quite interested in the distinctive look of a jacket onthe blackish coat of her doggy friend. 

She felt the temptation of pass by and say hi, and maybe take him to that nice dead end like she did the other day. However she also thought about the implications of being seen with a diamond dog at a bistro table in plain sight of everypony, and she didn’t want to be caught in any kind of relationship, especially not with him, and not before being a Wonderbolt. Later on she would have tons of admirers, and some day surely a nice, younger, and very handsome pegasus, would be looking up to her to be as great as she will be as a Wonderbolt. Then, if he'd be worthy, he could become a Wonderbolt all on his own, and would show her his affection in a more passionate way, than the one some wingless dog did once. They would be the beginning of a famous Wonderbolt dynasty for the ages to come, or something like that. ‘Just not now, and not with a diamond dog,’ she thought while giving a flustered sight to the dog from her cloud. She had plans for later, but still... the idea of a quick visit to the alley before that was still appealing to her, so she kept an eye on him.

When Blacky finished his breakfast, Filthy Rich came near to him to ask for details of fancy metal fence for his house. After a short bussines conversation both leaved, and Black felt that the day had been productive enough. He was planning maybe to go to Fluttershy and ask if the fence of her chicken coop was fine, or maybe buy some apples from Sweet Apple Acres. The movies or buying a new jacket later was also an option, even though he should start working on that fancy metal fence. He had said to everypony he'd brought with himself a small fortune in gold from the underground tunnels he had left before living in Ponyville. Even when he knew that wasn’t totally true, bits weren’t one of his biggest concerns. He could just sit down and watch the open sky, just like he was now, from that bistro table in Ponyville. That was a pleasure that not every diamond dog could indulge every day. And there, watching the sky, he found Rainbow Dash, or Rainy as he called her. She was making signals with her forelegs to him, in some kind of code that he had never seen in pegasi, or any kind of creature. It seemed to disappoint Rainbow Dash that he didn’t know it.

One facehoof later, Rainy decided to step on that old and dirty ground next to him, and gave the simple mention of, “Alley?” with a suggestive face, which he knew how to interpret very well. He just replied with the same word in an affirmative tone, and an ever present grin on his face.

That had been the moment that the bored Pinkie between the hay had been awaiting for so long. She knew the place, had the gear, and the plan, so she waited for the diamond dog to leave, which didn't take long, and from a safe distance she kept track of him. She failed to keeping her cover from ponies that were surprised to find a straw bale snooping around the corners of Ponyville. After the initial surprise, they found a bit of pink lurking inside the hay, which was a relief for most of those ponies, who immediately thought of a certain fluffy-maned mare.

The entrance to the alley was slim, and had two corners ahead before a roofed dead end. It was built as ventilation and illumination space for the windows in the upper section of the warehouses around, and was barely used, if even at all, to store damaged barrels and other containers for recycling, and only at the end of the workday. Pinkie and Blacky had played pranks on the workers of that place before. A barrel full of the sharp teeth in the open mouth of a diamond dog, always caused interesting reactions in anypony. So they knew the schedule of the workers peeking into that place, but did not count on the peeping eyes of Pinkie Pie. 

When Pinkie got up to the front of that imposing entrance surrounded by tall walls, something stopped her from going further. At the beginning she thought somepony could be pulling her camouflage made out of hay, but nopony was behind her. We're her hooves the ones thinking with better judgment than herself? We're they telling her that she shouldn’t be doing that to her friends? So what if they had a secret relationship? It’s not as if that was bad at all. So, Pinkie wondered for herself, was she really trying to help them, preventing them from those casual encounters in that risky place, or did she just want to watch them together again?

'I would feel better if I let them know that I know about their relationship,’ Was the thought that let Pinkie cross the entrance. Careful of the sound of the hay, with the camera ready in a holder around her neck, and some regret reflected in her sweaty face, she went on. Still, before the next corner she started to wonder how much she wanted to actually watch them in an intimate moment again, instead of help them.

If she were doing this for their own good, then why had she been so nervous around them since she found them in the forest? She figured that this could solve the situation, and if they asked she could tell them that she just found them the day she happened to have a camera along with her. That could be both convincing, and convenient. That was the thought that motivated her steps again, allowing her to enter into the next section of the alley, where she could have a direct view of them.

‘Convincing and convenient, convincing and convenient.’ She thought repeatedly. But the sudden realization of ‘convenient for who?’ made her stop again before peeking around the corner.

She could hear something that sounded like, “It’s cheating because you have wings,” from Blacky, and a bit more of an indistinguishable argument until Rainbow Dash came up with, “We both know it’s not your speed what I like about you.” Those were statements made to mask their true feelings, the rest was said in a more soft tone, more intimate, and private, the rest was for them, and them alone, the world didn’t need to know, and so Pinkie couldn’t hear it.

Pinkie was getting ready with the camera between her hooves, when another sudden realization struck her again. What was she going to do with those pictures? Give them back, destroy them, or keep them as a reminder for them next time they were doing the same thing in public? How was she even going to process those pictures, she wasn’t an expert herself, and the pony at the pictures kiosk was going to surely see the pictures. 

What would Fast Picture think of her? Would he speak of the kind of pictures she processes with her other friends? Would Rainbow Dash and Blacky be angry with her? Would the rest of her friends be? Doubts and more doubts assaulted her head and she hadn’t even peeked around. All she could hear were fast breaths and whispers, that had led to an restless hoof between her haunches, a hoof that was removed immediately after noticing what should have signaled her true intentions in that place, but didn’t, and not being able of resist any more, she took a slight peek.

‘Just a little sight won't harm anypony.’ Pinkie thought. But what she found was kind of disappointing. All she could see was the dark coat of the diamond dog, bouncing over something with four cyan hooves grabbing strongly his back, and a repeating rutting movement over a row of big wooden boxes aligned at the end of the alley, where who else but Rainbow Dash would be taking explicit joy at just the worst angle possible for anypony snooping from where Pinkie was. Last time she had a wide array of bushes circling the place; this day a picture of that would be mean nothing, or so she considered.

Rainbow Dash, who was lost in a sea of fur under the caresses of the dog’s coat, without being able to place her head over his shoulder, could just poke out her head out to bite on the fur of the dog’s upper left leg. That leg was caressing her wings, and she bit down to avoid screaming while he was wheezing and caressing her nape with his other paw. And that wonderful feeling of waving pleasure crashing down, and accumulated warmness abandoning her body, was running through her spine to every corner of her body; from her hooves, to the tip of her ears and her lips, helping her feel lighter and awake. But it was in that precise moment when she heard something like the flash of a camera bulb coming from the direction of the entrance.

“Hey, what was that?” Rainbow Dash asked, breaking her embrace with the dog by lifting her body, helped by her hooves on his shoulders. Blacky just let out a whimpering, and tried to hold her body in place again.

“I didn’t hear anything,” He said, trying to align his unsatisfied body along with hers again. But she had finished, and was being a bit nervous. She had seen something that looked like a walking straw bale earlier, and some pegasi were still working over Ponyville, plus the fact that she had another commitment that day.

“Sorry, Doggy. You're not so fast as you think you are, and I have yet a meeting with my friends. ” She said midair, giving a glance to her left wrist which was empty, without even a drawn watch on it this time. “We’re organizing Rarity’s surprise birthday party,” She shouted before waving goodbye, and flying away.

“You don’t have to be the fastest for everything!” The dog shouted before regretting immediately. At least Rainbow Dash didn't seem to hear him. Alone, with his expectations broken, and his needs unmet. The dog noticed that this wasn't even the first time she leaved him like that.

“Huh, the meeting!? I had totally forgotten!” Pinky said, gasping with her hooves on her cheeks. Totally startled and with a feeling that could have ignited a Sonic Pinkboom, though she did not because she was trying so hard to keep her cover, Pinkie started her way to the meeting point advancing slowly before even waiting for the dog to leave from deep inside the alley. However she didn't have to wait too long. The diamond dog passed her running in four legs, starting his own race to Celestia-knows-where.

He was quite fast running on four legs, and passed next to Pinkie Pie through the alley. Pinkie wasn’t sure if she has stopped her marching in time, but she didn’t think that he noticed a straw bale noticing them. ‘Most probably he didn’t even notice my disguise on his way out,’ Pinkie thought.

Pinkie dropped her cover before going out of the empty alley. It had been a good camo and she felt safe inside of it, even happy, like if she was destined to be inside of it, but was noisy and itchy.

“Maybe next time a plain cardboard box could make the trick,” Pinkie said to herself, making a mental note considering the advantages of hidding devices over artificial skins. Running away to the meeting a bit puzzled on how she was going to explain her camera to the others, Pinkie found a delivery mare on her way. Giving her the camera, and instructions to leave it just inside Sugarcube Corner, on the balcony or any open window. Even with doors closed a pegasus shouldn't have problems getting inside from the second floor. Ditzy'd have to go out of her rute, and wasn’t the most trustworthy service, but it was her job anyways.

The meeting was at a wooden table on the outskirts of Pony villa. Far from Carousel boutique, or any regular place for Rarity. From the distance, Pinkie saw the backsides of Twilight and Fluttershy seated there already, but getting closer, she also found to Rainbow Dash, wings unfolded, awkwardly positioned on Blacky’s lap, who was seated on the other end of the table. Both had pretty much the same attitude: they were calm, but seemed very happy for some reason, with smiles on their faces, and a bit excited about something, almost like they were dancing in place.

“Howdy everypony, what's going on here?” Pinky asked, a bit anxious, to nopony in particular, trying not to let her nerves betray her. Simply do a quick ten seconds planning of what had to be the best social event of the year in Ponyville, and get the Tartarus out of there.

“Well, Applejack informed us she wasn’t going to make it up here today, some pie emergency, a large order for today that Mr. and Mrs. Cake had to decline. So... I guess we’ll need to make another meeting later anyways,” Twilight explained, while reading a few lists, magically floating in front of her, from the many she had in her piece of the picnic table. 

“Okie dokie loki!” Pinkie said, waving goodbye, already on her way away.

“But Pinkie, we have lots of things to discuss, like the lighting of the boutique. Before Rarity comes in she shouldn't think anything suspicious is going on, and what kind of lights are we going to use later? And... oh, wait! What if she doesn't use the door?! How can we be sure she'll enter through the door?” Twilight worriedly explained, making a mess with her lists over herself. Pinkie just took a deep breath and took a seat next to Fluttershy, in the same row along with Twilight.

Perhaps, by the way they were seated in front of Rainbow Dash and Blacky, Pinkie was giving them a perfect opportunity to, hopefully, confess about their relationship. But all she saw was a slight seesaw motion, very subtle and sporadic, between the black dog and his cyan friend.

“-... Must be very exciting, participating in an exposition in Canterlot! Don’t be nervous... I’m sure they’ll do great.” Pinkie heard from Fluttershy, who had a friendly smile, after noticing a nervous aura surrounding Pinkie. But Pinkie wasn't really paying attention. She could see them. Blacky and Rainbow Dash. See what was happening under the table, just in front of them. 

‘Why isn’t anypony else noticing?’ Pinkie thought, trying to keep control, and barely listening to what her friends were saying. Twilight seemed to put more attention to her own listing, and Fluttershy seemed to be more worried about Pinkie than anything else. 

“... and Spike insisted on helping Rarity, so we'll know where she is, and she won't spoil the surprise,” Twilight proudly commented, after finishing the magical reorganization of her unimaginable long scrolls, before finally inquiring about all the freezing nervousness that Pinkie seemed to hold inside. “Pinkie, are you alright?” Twilight asked from the other side of Fluttershy.

“Ah! Me? Yes!” Pinkie answered trying to be convincing, wondering why she had heard the name of Spike if he wasn't even around, and pulling that fake smile that her friends had been noticing lately.

“Well, then... We were just brainstorming ideas and...-” Twilight began. Reading again from her notes. 

“Balloons!” Rainbow Dash said suddenly. Very effusively, with a hoof in the air, and throwing her body around while flapping her wings, after just a few comments by Twilight. 

“Yes, Rainbow, balloons. And I have already approved all the colors that you, so enthusiastically, proposed. Anything else?” Twilight asked.

“I would like to suggest, muffins,” Blacky recommended in a suggestive tone of voice, lowering his head, pushing his sharkish smile near the table. That could have been a bit scary, due to his long muzzle and sharp teeth, but it really wasn't, because Blacky had proved to be a friendly dog so far. In that moment, Rainbow Dash, who had been leaning against him, dropped her face on the table along with her forehooves.

“Is something wrong?” Fluttershy asked her. She was not expecting that reaction from Rainbow Dash, after how well she seemed to be getting along with the dog.

“No, no. Keep on! It’s just that... I don’t like certain muffins. That’s all,” Rainbow Dash answered from below her own head, her face glued on the table. As if it were a bad idea that she didn’t want to try at all.

“Well, I’m sure Sugarcube Corner will help with that. As long there's not another new and important even for wich they have to close again. I’m sure we can count on a wide variety of muffins, isn’t it true, Pinkie Pie? Pinkie...?” Twilight asked again after see how sweaty Pinkie was, with her sight moving between everypony at the table.

“Are you alright?” Fluttershy asked, really concerned about her friend.

“I- I think that... Oh, sure, Sugarcube Corner, sure!” Pinkie answered, she was not sure to what she had replied.

“Okay... then...? Hey, Mr. Blacky and Rainbow Dash, I see you’re getting along better. I knew you both could be good friends,” Twilight mentioned, trying to change the subject to lighten up the mood, and maybe cheer up to her pink friend, who seemed stressed for some reason.

“Yes, I trusted you, and well, I guess we are now,” Blacky said, shaking Rainbow Dash’s back. Dash, lifted her face from the table, crossing her forelegs in front of her face to just show her eyes and nod with her full body in what seemed to be a cheerful expression. But Pinkie could see how she just accelerated her pace on him for a couple of seconds, and the deep sigh he gave after doing that confirmed her suspicions.

“Uhg... Yes! I guess you were right. He’s not so bad,” Rainbow Dash answered suddenly, with a relaxed attitude, lifting her body from the table, and showing a blushing face that seemed to hold no regret at all.

“that's great, I’m glad to see that your relationship with Mr. Blacky has improved,” Twilight said happily, shrugging her shoulders and closing her eyes, knowing she was right from the beggining. Fluttershy just found the scene very moving. Pinkie was about to have an aneurysm. How could they not see what Rainbow and Blacky were really doing, right in front of their faces?

“Huh? Oh, yeah! Believe me, I’m very glad too,” Rainbow said, with what seemed to be a bored face, with her eyelids half closed, and a little smile that seemed a bit sarcastic.

“So, what’s going to be your presents, guys?” Twilight asked, looking at one of her lists, pulled from between some others on the table, trying to ignore Rainbow Dash’s sarcastic answers.

“I have her present ready,” Blacky ensured.

“I, need, more... Planning!” Rainbow Dash followed, emphasizing her words by knocking a hoof on the table after every word, and shaking her body a bit each time. Such energetic reaction left Twilight and Fluttershy a bit puzzled. Pinkie Pie, who had been quiet as a stone, was just letting the time slip away, while almost bursting in shame.

“Well... great.” Twilight answered, confused by Rainbow Dash’s emphatic answer, but trusting that whatever she had planned was going to be great.

“By the way, thank you for helping us to organize the party, Mr. Blacky,” Fluttershy said a while after Rainbow's huff.

“My pleasure,” Blacky answered back to her, very gallantly, “Miss Rarity was one of the very first ponies with whom I held one of the most enjoyable conversations that I have had since I moved to Ponyville. I’m sure she just wanted to be sure I wasn't like those scouts that kidnapped her before. I guess I’m not like them or she wouldn't have given me hints that helped me get along better with everypony else. ” The diamond dog answered slowly, always shivering a bit between every pause, as if he was really thinking about what he was saying. All said in a grateful, almost blissful tone, like he was very grateful just being allowed to help.

“It’s a bit funny because everypony gave me advice on how I could befriend Rainy.” Blacky said to everypony. “I remember that Rarity told me that I would like you if I wore a... how did she say it? A more flameboting and boulder jacket, or something like that. I still don't know if she lied to me, but I don't think that helped anyways,” He added, looking at Rainbow Dash from above, while she rested on his torso, which was much larger than hers, to look up to him. “I also wanted to thank you all for inviting me to the party. I’m not sure if she considers me a close friend, and I’m not very used to pony’s social events, but I assure you that I’ll be there,” Blacky added with a pleased expression.

"I'll definitely be coming!" Rainbow Dash said enthusiastically, without clarifying why she said it. She was even daring enough to give her opinion in what they need to bring that day to lunch. "Bread sticks in hot milk are the best!" She opined, to which, Fluttershy answered that she liked fresh fruit juice better, and Twilight, looking at another list, noted that since the party probably was going to last from daytime to early night, both fresh and hot beverages could be good for the occasion.

But Pinkie Pie didn't say anything back to that, she just kept thinking about the implications.

"Oh, my. Are you feeling alright? You both have a bit of color in your cheeks. I hope neither of you get sick again," Fluttershy worriedly said to Rainbow Dash and Blacky, aware of the fact that they had caught common flu a week ago.

"Nah, don't worry Flutters, we're fine, we just were doing some... training together," Rainbow Dash answered disregarding the concern, and panting a bit all of a sudden.

"I didn’t know you both were training.” Twilight cut in on their conversation. "Are you also interested in fitness Mr. Blacky? I'm sure have a couple of books in the library that could be useful for you.”

“Sounds good, I'll drop by later, Miss Sparkle.” Blacky said shaking in anticipation. 

“Twilight also told me about a book of the diamond dog’s culture,” Rainbow Dash said joyfully. “But I guess I have my fair share of that by now,” She added, looking up for a second at the dog behind her.

“That was one of the tips she gave me to be closer to you. All your friends gave me ideas to get closer to you. They were always talking about how wonderful you are as a friend, when you weren’t sneaking up on them, but you had been just rude to me. Lastly was the baby dragon who told me: 'Let her save the day!' And I guess that worked,” Blacky answered, looking back at her.

“I... guess,” Rainbow Dash said striking a pose of satisfaction, crossing her forelegs behind her head, and resting over the chest of the dog, with a pleased smile on her face.

“Make it stop! Oh, make it stop!” Pinkie said in a dramatic outburst of emotions, while her mane deflated and she ran away from place. How was possible that Twilight, nor Fluttershy, could notice what Rainbow Dash was doing with Blacky down there? Of course they were seated on the other side of the table, but by Celestia's mane, she was on him, struggling to fake a smile, while moving her hips very slowly but noticeably, occasionally moving her whole body up and down.

“I... um, did something wrong?” Fluttershy worriedly asked to Twilight after Pinkie ran away from the place.

“I... don’t know. I don’t think so, Fluttershy,” Twilight answered very confused herself, after trying to analyze the strange behavior of Pinkie Pie.

“Hey, is it on my head, or something weird has been happening with Pinkie Pie lately?” Rainbow Dash wondered in a confused tone of voice, taking a seat apart from the diamond dog and, for the first time, noticing something odd with her pink friend.

“Yeah, I've also noticed something odd with her in the last week...” Twilight added, a bit concerned about where Pinkie could have gone. They had tried to talk with her before, but she assured Twilight everything was fine. Now that seemed to be a lie, and Twilight was out of ideas, she only hoped that if this was some kind of phase, it would end soon.

“So, are we finished? Are we done?” Rainbow Dash asked, stretching her legs in the air, totally insensitive to Pinkie’s problem.

“We haven’t even finished half of the preparations,” Twilight answered, a bit stressed, looking at another bigger list, and worried for her friend.

“Everypony, wait! Did her mane deflate? or...?” Blacky confusedly asked, with real concern.

“Well, I’m not daring enough to say that it’s something ‘normal’ about her, but it happens sometimes, and believe me, it’s not a good signal,” Twilight explained.

“We should talk with Pinkie, I think,” Fluttershy added, slightly depressed, from behind her mane to Twilight.

“Well, if it helps I could try to talk with her,” Blacky added, considering that maybe confrontative talks weren't Fluttershy's thing, and trying to lightening the pressure on Twilight, already stressed by the details of the party. But he left Rainbow Dash behind, with a matter in which she wasn’t very interested: fancy, well planned, parties.


It was still in the morning that day when Pinkie decided to go back to the alley. She had ran away from her friends without establishing a course, and the worst part was that her plan had failed. If she had wanted to confess to them that she knew about their relationship, she had her opportunity to say something in that meeting. Now her chance had passed, and the explanation of why she had that picture wasn’t going to be convincing, or convenient. They surely were just going to be just angry at her, and no longer would want to be her friends. That flow of emotions made her look for refuge where nopony could find her.

Sugarcube Corner always had been like a refuge for her, and of all days, today was empty, but subconsciously, Pinkie wasn’t looking for refuge. She wanted to be out there, in the depth of that dead end, just watching Blacky and Rainbow Dash playing the games that they kept secret. And maybe in that way, her hoof could find what it started to seek between her haunches every time she started to think about them.

With her head on the boxes at the end of the alley, and her playful hoof getting wet, Pinkie realized that she was frustrated, not because she was keeping a secret from them, or because what they were doing was wrong, but because Dash was having fun, and wasn't letting anypony else be part of the amusing facts. Have been there that night, helped Pinkie to understand the true nature of the new cordiality between Dashie and Blacky; it was filled of flirtations, winks, quiet giggles, and indirect insinuations that nopony else seemed able to notice, and that was also very frustrating.

Pinkie’s curiosity picked up when she detected a scent similar to the one they had produced that fateful night. It was subtle on the boxes where they just had been, but Pinkie’s nose found a drying spot where the smell was concentrated. It had a faint stain of wetness, and seemed to run from where Rainbow Dash had been seated, towards the front of the crate. That smell helped to bring back memories of them having pleasure in secret, and that was enough for Pinkie to feel better, that was probably not what she wanted, but was what she needed. 

Pinkie held her nose over the concentrated scent, her only foreleg on the ground unable to hold her anymore, her haunches plummeted to the ground, along with her head to the crate. With her head on the stain, she noticed it was cold and sticky, but that also helped to create new fantasies inside her head, fantasies where she was the protagonist, in the place of Dash, the dog, or somewhere in between, it didn't matter, and didn't need to make sense. She was feeling fine for the first time since all this started and therefore everything lost importance. It was in that soft and warm moment inside her head, when she started to slide her tongue out of her mouth to lap the gooey source of her fantasy. 

“Pinkie, you shouldn't be doing that. It’s probably dirty by now.” Pinkie heard Blacky say, from behind her, in a sly tone of voice.

“Ah! No! No! No! Nooo!” Pinkie Pie said in shock, turning around as she stopped touching herself. Seated on the ground she started to cry, covering her face with her forehooves in shame.

“Oh, no, Pinkie. C’mon, please don't cry. I’m won’t tell anypony,” The diamond dog slowly said, while advancing on four legs to Pinkie Pie.

“You won’t?” She asked, sobbing, and lowering her hooves to look at the dog.

“No, so don’t worry. In fact I understand you! So you don’t need to be ashamed,” The dog coyly said, walking around her before sitting on the ground next to her, and hugging her from her right side.

“You don’t know all the bad things I have done,” Pinkie retorted, lowering her forelegs to show her eyes, but not stopping her sobbing. “You won't want to be my friend anymore.” She added. 

“Now, now. Why wouldn't I want to be your friend?” The dog whispered in her ear, caressing her straight mane. “If it’s because you couldn’t help but go to the forest that night, it’s fine now.”

“You knew?!” Pinkie asked surprised, lowering a bit more her forehooves, still crying.

“Pinkie, I could hunt down a cockatrice just by the smell and the sound. I can tell when somepony is following me! I have to admit, I once saw to Fluttershy when I thought it was you, and sometimes it's just the faint smell of a ball you hid, but that doesn’t matter. That night, in the forest, I was expecting you to show up, so Rainy could see everything was fine, but you decided to just watch from the distance. She scared you, didn’t she? Since then I’ve been waiting for you to ask for an explanation or something, and not just drop the matter on you rudely, but what happened now with your mane was really worrisome. So, I guess it’s all my fault, and I’m sorry. I guess helping you out would be the least I can do for you,” Blacky said tenderly.

“Help me out? With what?” Pinkie managed to say between sobs, yet covering the lower part of her face. 

“You know, that game you were playing alone when I found you here, it’s much better when you play it with somebody else. I would like to be that body,” Blacky calmly said, lowering one of her fore paws to her belly. “Were you doing that because you like to watch, or you want to find out how it feels? I can help you find out, it's the least I can do for you” He whispered in her ear, while holding her shoulder from behind with his other paw, getting each time closer until their noses touched and their lips meet. 

He planted a soft kiss on her lips that lasted just a moment, but seemed much longer for Pinkie Pie before the dog took his face away. It had been a quiet kiss, and Pinkie was amazed by how soft and warm the lips of somepony else could feel on hers. It had been her first real kiss, and was surprised by the warmth she felt on her face. It had been their breathing. The dog smelled like the apple pie that he had for breakfast, but Pinkie didn't mind. Thereafter only in the warmness of his lips lingering on hers, and in Pinkie’s thoughts.

“Are you going to rape me?” Pinkie asked, surprised, and a bit scared, but leaving her sobbing behind, when the diamond dog took his face away. He just chuckled for a moment and wiped her tears away.

“No! I mean. No if you don’t want. Why is it that everypony asks me the same thing? I’m trying to help you in the best way I can. I think you're not going through a very complex situation: You feel curious; your body probably gets excited when you remember what you saw that night, and that’s normal for anypony. Somepony should have explained it to you. Now... I think you deserve some explanations. After all, you were raised in a rock farm, and maybe the cakes haven’t talked with you about where puppies or, well, foals come from?” The dog said a bit cynically, to a Pinkie who was looking with incredulity back at him.

“I went to school, you know?” She said unamused.

“Ah. So they explain it to everypony? That’s great!” Blacky said, before kissing her again, this time looking for a sweet tooth inside Pinkie’s mouth.

She resisted at first, but before the surprise ended, his intrepid lips parted their way between hers. She didn’t have time to react the first time, and she didn’t know what to do. Now his long tongue was exploring her mouth, creating certain suction that was unnerving to Pinkie Pie, until she found out, after a bit of strain, that he was just looking for some reciprocity

It didn’t take long to achieve a soft dance of swapping pace between their tongues, where the only struggle they had was to keep their lips together. Pinkie was now more relaxed, and she was even embracing him back in a side dancing position. But her mane was still straight.

Meanwhile, something soft was sliding slowly between her haunches. She barely noticed, giving priority to the game on her lips. She felt something like when her hoof slides there on its own, but it was something warmer, and softer; something slower just teasing her. Soon she broke away from the kiss, and realized that her hooves were surrounding the dog. She found this time that the thing that was playing with her nethers was one of his paws.

He noticed that she was a bit scared of strange limb being too familiar with that part of her body, so he helped her to watch exactly what his paw was doing there, by touching her just with the tips of his pads, just passing the entrance of her humid lower lips.

“You’ll be better if I help you to satiate your curiosity,” Blacky said, lifting his sight from her loins to her, to help her concentrate on the feeling. “After all you don't have anypony special, or somespecial pony, how do ponies say?” Blacky, who seemed puzzled, asked, looking directly at Pinkie’s eyes. Mesnwhile his right paw continued caressing her folds. His other paw, ventured below to caress her lower back over her tail, and beyond, to her left cutie mark.

“Special somepony?” Pinkie corrected, looking back at the dog, and blushing a bit. Which passed almost unnoticed in her pink coat.

“One of those,” Blacky replied, slightly increasing the length and depth of his teasing on her slit, while she wasn’t looking. “But it’s not your fault, most of the males in this village are married, or boring. If you had somepony funny enough, in whom you could trust, and who understands you, and if he were the kind of pony who wants to keep a secret only with you, who trusts you, and finds you funny, and beautiful. Then you could satisfy your curiosity with him. Pinkie, I know I’m not a pony, but... if you want, I could show you everything that you want to know.” He said in a tender tone of voice, taking his deepened teasing to the upper part of her hidden marehood. Over a hardened spot that had never been touched directly, and which was barely avoided on purpose in this occasion.

Pinkie’s heart was racing, and her haunches had been experiencing the torment and delight of being touched by somepony else. The eagerness for a touch to come, and the surprise in the uncertainty, had tamed her sadness. She was a bit ashamed to answer back, but holding a forehoof on her chin, she answered, nodding positively after thinking it for a second.

“Don’t worry, and don’t be ashamed. If there’s something special that you want to do, you can ask me for anything,” He said, positioning himself to hug her from her back. 

They both were seated on the ground, and his head now was resting over one of Pinkie's shoulders. His paw stood secure between Pinkie's warm thighs, but the other had moved near the furless parts on the lower part of Pinkie’s belly. “You’re shaking. Are you nervous, or excited?” He asked, but Pinkie, who was too nervous to think about anything, and too excited to care anyways, didn’t say anything. But when he started to caress the furless borders of her teats, she reacted strongly.

“That tickles!” She said in a burst of laughter, knocking his paw away.

“I think you’re just a bit nervous, Pinkie. Let’s try another thing,” Blacky said, placing his paw on her again, this time next to the other to massage, in an exploratiory way, her tensed thigh. “How do you like when you play with yourself, Pinkie? Do you like slow and gentle, or a bit faster?” He asked changing the pace of his pad, barely pressing over her hooded love button, as he saw her doing by herself before. Hardened as it was, and not very used to be teased, that sparked a negative reaction, like a cramp. Curling herself, but not her mane, she tensed all her muscles. Closing her body, but leaving one his paws trapped inside her.

“Sorry, did that hurt? I always thought that by having hooves, all mares should be used to a bit more of... roughness. But you’re not very used to be touched here, are you?” He calmly asked, trying to not make her more nervous, but applying a bit of pressure again in the same place, pulling out a similar reaction again, but not so unexpectedly this time. “Do you even play with yourself? How about here?” He asked, reaching with his trapped paw two soft spots of exposed skin, slightly above her crotch. Which made her body shiver all the way from below, making her giggle, and take again a seated position. “It’s just my paw, I’m not gonna move it. Just try to be calm,” He said, nuzzling his cheek on hers from behind. Moving his other paw back to her, he applied rhythmic pressure on the upper part of her slit, until  Pinkie started to gasp, followed by her feeling something that was sliding out, 

He kept his paws in place, pulling upwards on her hooded love button with one pad of his paw, while other was exploring just below almost without moving at all. Until the small and tender layer of skin protecting Pinkie's most sensitive part gave up, exposing her clitoris for first time in her life. Causing a sensation of thrill and excitement. 

they both had bowed down in unison trying to see what had happened; Pinkie with some fear, but the diamond dog with certain joy for the accomplishment.

“No, wait, that’s not... stop,” Pinkie pleaded, taking his paw away from there. “That was...” She said without know how to end the phrase.

“Have you exposed that part of your body before?” Blacky asked, but getting only a confused expression in return. In fact it was for Pinkie a sensation very hard to explain. It was hot, almost hurtful. She could feel even the fresh air rounding her Clit. It had been painful but somehow it had felt good too. 

“That’s a sensitive part on the body of any mare. Don’t worry, it’s meant to make you feel good. I'm not going to hurt you. All nervous as you are right now, It might have felt... frightening. Don't be scared, I just want to help you out.” He explained to Pinkie, who seemed sad, especially with her mane like that.

“I’m not frightened,” She assured, while her nerves pulled a forced a smile onto her face.

”Oh, you’re not? Well, you see? You were only nervous, it doesn't tickle that much.” Blacky said, letting her notice that his other paw had been softly rubbing the bare skin of her teats the whole time.

She reacted to that by bursting into laughter, and snorting. She jumped away, breaking his embrace.

“No, that still tickles,” Pinkie retorted, looking back at the dog, with such a joyful expression that her mane would have puffed again, if the next movement of Blacky hadn’t been to rest with his back on the ground, exposing his doghood out of his sheath, all for her.

“I promised that I was going to help you. I don’t know if it helps, but...” He said, before lifting his head, to find Pinkie frozen, almost touching his member with the hoof of her retracted foreleg, utterly shocked. Pinkie was unable to move a single muscle, or show any sign of reply.

“Pinkie, Pinkie? Pinkie...!” The dog worriedly shouted.

“What? I’m here! What?” Pinkie worriedly answered, snapping out of it, but immediately considering again, if she should stretch her foreleg to touch the weird looking exposed meat of the diamond dog. It had a shape very different from the one she would expect in a stallion. More pointy, and weirdly stained in white, and yet red. Glowing with the shades of raw meat, like an injury, or something hurtful to touch.

“Urgh, Pinkie. I think you're still nervous,” Blacky said after watching her paralyzed next to him. “Your first time shouldn’t be in this ugly and dirty place either, this alley never liked me anyways,” Blacky said lifting his torso, but staying seated in that spot, sheathing himself again, and hiding his bulge within his coat.

“But, but...” Pinkie whispered, without forming any request. She just extended her hoof, with some visible regret pouring through the bangs of her straight mane.

“Is there any place where you feel safe, Pinkie? Any place that you like, where you can relax...” He asked smiling, ignoring her sad expression.

“Well, there’s a place, but...” She answered frowning, with a hoof on her chin. “But, I dunno...”

“What? Is it a public place?” He whispered, while looking around.

“No, actually it's going to be totally empty for a couple of days. But I’m not sure if I should...” Pinkie replied, thoughtful.

“Well, it’s not like if we’re going to do something bad with the place,” He said standing up on four legs, and walking around her before whispering in her ear, “Think of it as... some kind of party. It’ll be fun, and the place will be undamaged; I guarantee. Could you throw a party in that place?”

“A party? well, I- I don’t see any problem if we have a party there at all. Wanna go to Sugarcube Corner with me?” Pinkie tentatively asked.

“Yes.” He said, snuggling her. “You go first and I’ll catch up as soon as I can. I need to pick something up first, or everypony is going to start wondering where I am. Okay?” He asked in her ear again. Being secretive was never an unnecessary precaution in a public space.

“I- Uhm... is this a secret?” She asked back, also whispering in his ear.

“If you wish.” He answered smiling, and at normal volume. Then she started to trot away, excited but cautious on her way out of the alley. “Oh, and. Pinkie, have breakfast!” He recommended, just before Pinkie went out of the alley, trying to act normal. Which everypony considered a strange behavior in her.

A moment later, Blacky did the same, except that he used two legs in public, four was more like a defensive position and better for running, which is what he would wanted to do, but running in predator stance around Ponyville could attract negative attention. He didn’t want to make Pinkie wait. The first stop he had to make was at his own house, not far from that spot, but for the second stop, he had planned to deliver a message to somepony. Luckily the gray delivery mare with weird eyes was passing over there. He wasn't very sure of her name, but she was going to prove be useful, for a second time that day.



To Be Continued.
> Freack On A Leash 
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Black Diamond Dog
by TrollestiaSubject


Chapter IV: Freack On A leash



Pinkie Pie had been waiting anxiously for Blacky during a few minutes now. The deal had been meet with him as soon as possible at Sugarcube Corner, but in Pinkie Pie's timer, that had been ages ago. She was starting to imagine weird things, like Blacky forgetting about her, or even worst, he had lied to her, and he wasn't going to come at all. 

After some arrangements, and trying to add some volume into her mane grooming herself for like half second in front of a mirror, Pinkie impatiently saw how the hands of the clock strangled the morning, hit midday, and stretched her limited patience for a few minutes more. She had been waiting for Blacky, and when the first thought of him forgetting about their meeting hit her head, her mane had went straight if not because it was already flat enough. 

With the cakes in Canterlot for the ‘Great Baking Exposition’ the place was empty, and they probably wouldn’t be returning for a couple of days more. Yet Pinkie had started to imagine them going through the door way before Blacky could remember his meeting with her. 

“What if somepony is talking with him, and that pony isn’t going to let him go for a couple more days? What if he’s distracted with his job and has forgotten about Me?! What if a guard caught him for unspecified reasons?! Dogcatcher! Veterinary! Alien cockroaches from outer space snatching the bodies of everypony! Some exotic paw sickness that only exist in places where Nopony usually has paws anyways! Fluttershy is giving him a whole year treatment in which he can’t use them! He’s probably rolling on his way here! Or what if Rainbow Dash dragged him away to that trashy alley again!?” Pinkie concluded, doing a devious grin at that last, more probable idea. 

All those seemed like reasonable reasons in that moment, except for the fact that it had been only five minutes since she was waiting there. Nonetheless, Pinkie was already imagining all the possible scenarios that she could find ahead, trying to select the best equipment for what she was going to need during her immediate and resolute rescue mission. With a small saddlebag with her best gear and using her black tights as infiltration suit, she was ready to get out through the back door in the kitchen when, after enter the kitchen, something held her up pulling her forelegs into the air, and covered her mouth, softening a slight shout of surprise.

“Hey, Pinkie. I thought you were going to wait for me.” Blacky softly whispered to her ear, before let her go. 

“You’re here!” Pinkie shouted startled. "How long have you been there?" Pinkie asked confused.

"Well, I found the door open, and I didn't know if you were with somepony else. It seems like fun when ponies go around sneaking on me, so for a change I tried it myself." Blacky explained, while he walked in four legs around Pinkie Pie. 

“Sorry for take so long, it’s not like if I didn't want to come, I just had... arrangements to do.” He vaguely explained, holding her to stand both on their hindlegs. Passing his paws from her shoulders to her buttocks.

“Ho... no. Wait” Pinkie said, doing her face away when he tried to kiss her. “I’ve done some... arrangements too. Come with me.” She said returning her forehooves to the floor, and walking to the next room where the dog found a table set with candles and a pair of seats in a very romantic setting.

“Hey, what’s this?” The diamond dog wondered really surprised. 

“Well, Granny Pie told me once that I had to do this before getting too close to somepony special." Pinkie replied as serious as she could, yet with a slight blush hard to distinguish on her pink face. 

'More like getting laid' The dog thought "She said so?" He said instead, pulling a chair for Pinky. Thinking that maybe Granny Pie meant that a decent stallion should do that for Pinkie Pie before 'getting too close' to her. “What else did she say?” Blacky asked, while getting the other chair for himself. 

“Well, she told me to not let anypony break my heart." Pinkie answered, while stuffing a lot of fruit in her mouth. 

"Seems like Granny Pie was a very wise mare?" Blacky said in yearning tone, just snatching a small piece of the bread from the cover of a pie on the table. 

"Was? What are you talking about? She lives very happily in Mareami with her coltfriend." Pinkie retorted surprised, after almost choking because of Blacky's last comment. "Wegh, Ihgm gheghy!" The pink mare announced, after taking a last mouthful of fruit, and rushing with open forelegs to kiss the dog. Movement that he was barely able to avoid. 

"I'm going to close the back door!" Blacky said walking in four legs to the kitchen, leaving Pinky who stayed in her seat patiently chewing her breakfast. She found a little weird his way of walking but was happy because everything was going according with her plan. 

The romantic lunch had been successful, she hadn't thrown balloons, confetti, or used any cannon. She had talked about her personal life, and he had proved to be a good listener. All points that Granny Pie had told her were important. She was even wearing a dress. It was a spying suit, but it was some dressing. Not one that Rarity would approve, but this wasn't Rarity's date and Pinky was starting to feel good about it. At least till she finished her chewing, when she noticed that the diamond dog hadn't returned. 

Leaving her seat, Pinkie made her way to the kitchen wondering a reason for Blacky's delaying. Wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no pony ever dared to dream before; But her fears were broken when she found that the dog wasn't a goner. He was there waiting for her. Laying on the kitchen's floor, over his belly. And the only word he spoke was "Pinkie, come here." and nothing more.

"What are you doing here? You silly dog." Pinkie retorted, walking there to tap his pointy nose with her hoof. The door behind him was safely closed, so she decided to lay next to him in the same sphinx position. Her serious look behind her straight bangs while she was wearing those black tights gave her a look totally different from the one of her cheerful and poffy normal self. 

"Here is where you work, isn't? And you love your job, don't you? Therefore you do here things that you love to do. And since I'm here to help, I thought you would like this place." Blacky explained, passing one foreleg over Pinkie's shoulders. "You're the very first friend that I made here in Ponyville. You thrown me a party, danced with me, and to be honest I feel kind of... attached to you. Of course you being the wild party pony that you are, I thought you had some... pony special. Later when I was with you, doing all those pranks around, I found that you were too busy on your 'ways' like to be in any kind of relationship with any stallion. That's what I planned that...  'joke' with Rainbow Dash, but it didn't turn out pretty well. I was hoping that if you had any feelings for me, you would say something right then, but all I did was give you a stressful week, and I'm sorry for that." the dog explained, before placing his head over hers. 

"Pinkie, you're my friend, and friends can tell everything. If you need help I'm glad I can help you out, but to be able to help you, I need you to tell me how do you like it." The dog said, gently rolling Pinkie from her shoulder, to get her laying on her back, next to him. "Now show me how you do it yourself." Black y requested, while grabbing her hoof, to leave it alone in her own crotch. 

"I- I'm not sure... " Pinkie muttered, retracting her forehooves to her chest with a shameful expression. 

"Don't be afraid, friends can share anything. Let me show you mine." He proposed, unsheathing his hardening meat from his coat between his hindlegs. Starting to caress himself, only with the pads of his paw. 

Pinkie, who had started to lower her hooves to have a better show of the spectacle, felt a bit intimidated at the beginning by the menacing shapes of the dog's weird-looking organ. But after watching at the serene and patient expression on the dog, she knew there was nothing to be afraid.

"Just do what you were doing earlier in the alley." He pleaded, but she didn't need to remember the events of that shameful morning to feel aroused. The simple spectacle that the dog was putting in front of her, was enough to make her feel stimulated. 

"I was really enjoying watching you there." Blacky confessed, as he saw how Pinkie's right hoof had slowly made it's way to her crotch. She didn't even seemed aware. Her concentration was focused on his indulged member 

"If you weren't about to lick that dirty crate, I hadn't even stopped you." He added. "Hey, I have an idea! Do you want to taste the real thing direct from the source?" The dog said deceptively, knowing that the stain there, was mostly Rainbow Dash' fluids. 

Pinkie's first reaction was a cold shiver of fear, but soon she forgot about that as she noticed her hoof, again looking for something between her thighs, but for first time it seemed like a good idea leave it there. As grotesque as the proposal had been, it had been somehow, also appealing to her. 

Pinkie was pondering the opportunity of increase her internal encyclopedia of flavors, versus the idea of touch something so ugly and misshapen in such manner, when she noticed the wetness from her loins had trespassed her clothes, leaving her hoof soaked. 

"It- It always get dirty there when I touch myself." A sad Pinkamena said, opening the zipper in her chest to take her humid hoof out of her stealth suit. 

"Your love juices aren't a dirty thing." Blacky retorted, holding her exposed hoof, passing gently his tongue along it. "Tastes like the sweetest thing in the world." He added with a soft smile on his face, before licking her temple. 

It had been a long but quick lick. His slim and wide tongue was soft and warm, yet it had leaved a feeling of coldness in the wetness of his trace left from her cheek, by her temple, to the mane. Pinkie had found disgusting, under any other conditions, how her own body fluids had made its way from her hoof, to his mouth, and now back to her face. But right then, that dog had done something that she found very flattering. Too excited to notice the creepiness in his plans, she felt relieved for how Blacky was being so comprehensive with her own creepy plans. She even felt a bit funny after being licked, and a small smile started to form in the corner of her mouth. 

"Oh, sorry, Pinkie. That's how we, diamond dogs, show affection." Blacky explained, but Pinkie knew how dogs usually kiss each others, and just when she was starting to feel less naughty and have fun, the dog got closer and whispered in her ear, "Pinkie, you should try to licking me too." 

When he took away her muzzle from her ear, she turned at him, and in a playful gesture she liked the tip of his nose.

"No, Pinkie. I mean here below." The dog clarified, signaling with his sight at his soft masturbation. 

A cold shiver ran again, through Pinkies body at the revelation. Just when she was Starting to feel comfortable for the first time in days, the dog bluntly proposed something utterly disgusting. After all, Pinkie knew that part of his body had in the tip the equivalent of her pee hole, and she had never imagined herself savoring such flavors. 

"Maybe you aren't confident to do such thing." Black added, after seeing her react with a sheepish attitude. "Maybe it's a little scary for you right now to do such things," the dog said getting closer, "but since I'm here trying to help you with all this, I could start doing it to you first, to help you build up your confidence." He finished, placing his lips over hers. Nose to nose kissing her, he could measure the rhythm of her accelerated breathing, and she felt relief after being relieved from his proposal, but, in a double standard expectancy, excited about her being now the one tasted. 

He took the paw with which he was caressing himself to Pinkie's tummy through the exposed part of her black tights. Playfully roving his pawn between her chest and just above her coatless teats near her crotch, just to measure her level of rejection, that was near to zero if not just for a little bit of nervous ticklish, before taking his body closer to hers and feel her fast and strong heart beating. 

Confident with his advancement, the dog started to take his lips more and more to the corner of her mouth and beyond, to start touring slowly through her neck and below. When he was passing his tongue through her chest, she hold his head between her hooves and wasn't afraid anymore. She felt in complete control of the situation, like if she were really guiding him. She felt deared and desired. She felt almost in love, and that was somehow fun for her, and she loved to have fun for sure. 

When he started to struggling to reach her belly through the slit of her camo suit, he ripped open her tights, and had for the first time at reach, one of the best parts of the pink mare, the flawless skin surrounding her soft, yet firm young teats. 

All the stress of the past days and the secreted pheromones during the previous foreplay had leaved its trace on Pinkie's bare skin. The enticing smell of a young mare ready to copulate was pouring from her, almost perceptible only for the dog's sensitive nose. Her sweet hormones and the salty tasteful flavor of her sweat, had subtly varnished her skin with Invisible stains to which his tongue couldn't resist. 

The flirting time had ended. He had been teasing her so far, but the real tasting was about to start. He knew that he might have 'help' her in that alley, but she had felt abused just after that, but now, when she started to move her hips at the peace of his tongue, he knew that she was ready to be scratched out of his list. 

Her excited and sweet teats, almost of the same pink than her coat, had forgotten absolutely about any ticklish feeling, and their sensitive tips were making her tremble every time he passed his flexible tongue over them. His paws had invaded Pinkie's bare skin, after tearing apart her suit and caressing everything they could under it. 

Pinkie couldn't care less about her clothes even if Celestia herself knocked at the door asking her to take care of them. In fact Pinkie was enjoying being the center of attention. His caresses weren't provoking any tickling at all, yet she felt each as a nice reason to smile. 

She was enjoying the playful tongue of the dog as much as a relaxing massage after so many stressful days, and was enjoying the experience way more than any new game before. The anticipation of what would come after that was as fun as any party in her past. However she noticed that this was like some one-sided kind of party that only she was enjoying, but she couldn't help but to keep enjoying all the job her canine friend was doing for her. 

For him, however, the job was more than pleasurable. Tasty could be the right description of his activity. With Pinkie Pie completely willingly to enjoy the moment, he continued his touring through the aromas and flavors from the excited mare. 

Ripping apart more of her costume, he could this time get his tongue to the hooded crown of her marehood. The one he had earlier been the first one exposing out, but that had remained willingly untouched till that very moment. 

Pinkie Pie let some moans go out after a first grunt. Her grip on the dog's head had tensed, but she was barely guiding his movements. In fact her body was trying to move synchronized with Blacky's soft licking, and when his tongue went further than her hooves even could, provoking a warm and electric sensation that was hard to resist, her back arched backwards. With her rump held in the air and her excited marehood well lubricated, it was easier for his long and soft tongue reach the inner parts of her lower lips while he kept rubbing her love button with the base of his nose. 


Pinkie, who was fighting for breathing between moans, had a hurtful face. Her hooves were simply exploring the dog's head. From his ears to his muzzle, she was desperately rubbing his face, minding it as a surrogate for her own marehood, and the replacement of the fear for what she had liked to do since the night she found Rainbow Dash doing what the dog was doing now for her. 

With his bows in the floor and his head between her thighs, while holding her rump up, he held her body up into his face when she stretched her hindlegs into the air. His chin was being restricted by the disjointed stitches of her camo suit, but his tongue that was being familiarized with Pinkie's most sensitive areas. Soon found itself constricted by something else, a thick and resistant membrane. It's taste was particularly alkaline, and for the dog was easy to feel it only using his tongue. With a predictable pace of movements, he tested it's resistance, and Pinkie could at last normalize her breathing to a constant and accelerated soundful peace.

They had managed to reach certain synchronization, Pinkie Pie with her body and Black with his tongue. Her hooves were now fixed on his muzzle, pushing downwards but occasionally caressing its way to his ears to pull from them. Suddenly a big clear smile slashed her face when she felt him pushing stronger inside of her. 

He meanwhile, was doing his part working his way through her maidenhood. Rainbow Dash' had been thin and elastic, way more fragile than Pinkie Pie's, hers was stronger and that meant it was going to be more painful for her to lose it.

Every time he tried to stretch his tongue further inside, she seemed to react negatively, like trying to get down from his paws, or hitting his nose with her hooves before pushing him away. He'd closed his eyes, focusing on her alkaline flavor. He had been exploring enough to stretch a fine aperture into it, and when Pinkie reached climax, he took the opportunity to go all the way further. 

At the same time, Pinkie's felt a hot and constricted liquid escaping from her body. She'd liked to tell at the dog not to drink it, but any word was able to think, wasn't able to leave her mouth. Her body had started to twitch, and her hips were trembling while a tired scream slid out through her throat. Blacky could barely but attention to it since her ripped veil had been shed that characteristic rusted and sour taste that he missed so much in his meals living in Ponyville


His carnivorous instincts took over, even after Pinkie's spasms had long stopped. Now her only reactions were at the dog licking her. She felt a mix of pleasure and pain from the dog tasting her bleeding insides, but she felt him more like taking care of a fresh wound. 

"I- I'm sorry. You shouldn't have drank my p... my..." Pinkie started ashamed. 

"hon'th ghoghy , it'gh nogh gheal phee." The dog explained, yet with his mouth on her hunches and his eyes closed. 

"What was that? It felt so good that it hurt!" She tiredly asked him, as soon he went out of his trance and opened his eyes to look at her. 

"It always hurt the first time. Don't worry, it's a natural thing." He bluffed. "It'll only feel pleasurable from now on." He continued, still savoring the aftertaste of Pinkie's maidenhood. "What do you say, are you ready now?" He asked at least.

"Ready? Ready for what?" Pinkie answered, as weak as the bangs of her mane on her face. 

"For paying the favor." He retorted, taking a seat in the floor. With his legs open, and his crotch next to Pinkie's head to give her a good sight of his well erected meat dog, right in front of her. 

Taking one of her hooves to her mouth, Pinkie startled, using the other on the floor to take some distance between her and the dog, who seemed to be much closer to her of what he really was. 

"Oh, come on. After seeing you earlier on those boxes in the alley, I thought you were going to be more... willing, to do this." Blacky added, after seeing her negative reaction. 

"I wasn't thinking very clearly this morning." Pinkie explained, hiding behind her straight mane. Her suit was ripped in half and her thighs were still warm and humid. She was feeling much less stressed of what she felt a while ago, somehow satiated, like after the finest of banquets before, or the best party ever, and after such satiated feeling, she felt like if she owed something at the dog. So she started to walk around, thinking two options out; Start smoking her bubbles pipe, or suck what the dog so anxiously seemed to want sucked. 

Taking instead one muffins out from one of the drawers in the kitchen, Pinkie took a place in front of her canine friend. Laying on her belly, she was decided to examine the strange organ in question. It had a weird shape, with curves outside of the stallion's cylindrical shape that she had been taught in school. It looked bloated with some kind of clear liquid that was dripping from the pointy tip, also very different from the flourished tips from the males of her species. And the raw meat texture was so disgusting, even when Pinkie diet wasn't strictly herbivore. 

"Are you sure I might use this thing like that?" Pinkie suspicious asked, while slightly poking on it with a forehoof, and taking her muffin for another bite with the other. 

Blacky's member reacted involuntary to her hard touch, but she didn't seem amused at his sudden spasm. In fact she seemed all critical and serious now. Her mane still straight wasn't helping either. After all she was still hurtful after her first time, and was kind of unsure about how of a good idea was to take another part of the dog inside of her again. 

"What's the matter, Pinkie. I thought you wanted to taste it." The dog stressed at Pinkie, while she was gulping down a mouthful of cupcake, and suddenly her expression changed from worried, to a maniacal smile. Her pupils were contracting while separating from each other, and a sharp smile started to slash her face. 

"I have an idea!" Pinkie calmly claimed. 

The dog was starting to wonder if it was a good or bad idea for him, when Pinkie suddenly smashed her cupcake on the tip of his erected rod. 

The dog rolled backwards whining, while Pinkie started to inspect her new half cupcake, half donut pastry. Her curious nose could definitely detect something new, but her tongue didn't dare to confirm the real difference in her new creation. 

"Ouch, Pinkie. Why did you do that?" Blacky asked, but Pinkie didn't answer anything. He just watched her staring at the deformed cupcake. "Hey, Pinkie , are you afraid?" The dog dared. 

"Wha... No." She answered, shaking her head and her straight mane along with it. "I- I just..." She started without finish, in a thoughtful tone. 

"It's actually fine if you're scared, it 'is' scary, you know?" He said, going closer to her. "That's why you do things like these with your special somepony. I just want to let you know that I'm here with you in all this, and I'm not going to think any thing you do is weird." The dog softly said at her ear, as he was surrounding her with his upperlegs. "You just have to do it, if you want to do it. Don't worry. It's not shameful." He concluded, kissing her cheek. 

Pinkie didn't answer anything, but she looked somehow less stressed, and she dared to lick the hole in her cupcake. Despite the smell, Pinkie found it disappointingly tasteless. It was until she bit her new invention that she found some differences. At first taste, it was definitely bitter, but as she shewed the mixture of bread, saliva, and diamond dog's essence, her mouthful become rather salty, and the aftertaste was sweet. Something that she had never tasted before, which leaved her with a slight smile on her face. 

"You see? Nothing to be afraid about." The dog said. "Don't you want to know how does it taste fresh from the source?" He added in a devious tone. 

"I- I could give a try now. Under one condition!" Pinkie answered. "Youhavetotrythis!" she concluded in a fast pace. Smashing her half-eaten donutcake, this time inside the dog's mouth. 

Without time to react or properly receive it, the dog almost chokes behind the bread projectile. 

"Why did you do that?" Blacky asked again, after coughing a couple of times and threw up the part of the cupcake that wasn't already inside of him. 

"Seems fair!" Was Pinkie's cheerful answer. 

"Fair, why?" Blacky wondered out loud. 

"Because I'm about to do this!" Pinkie retorted, in a fast pace again. Hastily taking the dog's mistreated member between her hooves, and sucked on it like if there were no future. As hard as she could, before nibbling on it. 

"Ouch, ouch! Pinkie! No!" Was everything the dog was able to say. Between whimpers and doggy cries, he took her straight bangs from her face to look at her eyes, but she kept her face down and her eyes closed, until he drawn her doghood away by pulling from her hears. 

"No, Pinkie. That's not... the best way to start doing that." The diamond dog commented, feeling lucky for the mercy of her blunt teeth on his exposed meat. 

"Hmm... No?" Pinkamena wondered, passing her tongue over her lips in delight. Which helped the dog to keep his excitement alive. "I just chewed it like if it were a creamy cake!" She clarified, savoring the bittersweet essence of the dog. 

"Well, it was not... Unless you really... Bites, are usually... I don't really like being bitten there, do you mind if..." Blacky started, as Pinkie hid her face between the hunches of the dog again. 

She strongly wrapped the tip of his rod with her lips, and just stood there sucking as hard as she could, which made the dog whimper by the overwhelming sensation. 

"It's not a straw, you know?" He said, pushing her face out of him again. 

Pinkie, who was getting used to the weird taste when he pushed her away, wasn't really listening, but the fact that Blacky were denying her such activity, made it more enticing for her. 

"Pinkie, stop." He pleaded, when Pinkie threw her head teeth-wise at him like a pink piranha. "Sorry, Pinkie. We all born with a natural talent, but this isn't yours." He said, getting up, lifting her by the armpits, and placing her backside down. "It doesn't matter. It's not the most pleasurable activity you could enjoy." He finish, placing his body over hers, face to face. 


Surrounding each side of her body with his paws, he aligned his nibbled meatpole over her swelling and damped marehood. They both feel the unmistakable heat of bare skin against each other between her ripped suit, and they both kissed simultaneously as in a well-practiced dance step. He didn't penetrate her though, he was only rubbing his doghood on her, long enough to stimulate the entrance of her lower lips, along her own tiny erection, to between her soft and exited teats over her crotch. 

"Wait! Wait!" Called Pinkie, tapping a hoof over his shoulder. "There's something... I'm forgetting..." She explained, breathing heavily, and sliding herself out from below the dog. 

Getting prepared for any crazy surprise that the party mare were forgetting, Blacky let her go. He feared the worst when he saw her fetching under a kitchen drawer. At first with a tongue-out wondering expression, and later head on. He felt relieved when he saw that what she hadn't taken out an oversized female strap-on, or some psychedelic drug, but instead a lot of condoms in their individual wraps. 

"Ghghanny Phie alho tholdh mhe abouth thehe, ghphehially dughing phremadhithal intheghcoughe." She said with a straight face, holding a bunch of condoms in her mouth. 

Blacky felt moved by the sanity of his friend, and also a little guilty for abusing of her innocence. He had traced plans though, and there's not like if there were somebody better to learn from anyways. So he kept playing cool.

"What are you doing with those in there?" Blacky asked rhetorically. 

"I just stashed condoms all over Sugarcube Corner in case we... well..." She timidly explained, after dropping some of the wraps from her mouth. 

"Pinkie, are you sure you want to use those? I mean, we really don't need them." Blacky said, referring to the birth control method. 

"Why? No, It's fine, I want to..." She answered, thinking on getting laid. She actually gained some trust on the dog for not forcing her in any way, and care about her feelings. Actually she was kind of horny, and she couldn't notice what was really going on with him. 

"Then we shouldn't do something like this in the kitchen, there should be a better... place for you..." The dog tempted. Getting up in two legs without even trying cover up his erection. 

"Do you want to go upstairs, to my bedroom?" Pinkie proposed, grabbing again the bunch of condoms in her mouth, as the dog ears, among other things, perked up.


"It will be an honor." He said. "Ladies first." he concluded, letting her go ahead, picking something carefully wrapped in thick white cloth from the kitchen's table without Pinkie noticing. 

Following her in two legs, and hiding the object behind. He noticed that she was lifting her tail for him to see at her private parts, behind her torn black tights, when they were walking up the stairs. He could see her sultry look behind her straight mane for a moment when she turned her face back to look at him for a second. 

Passing a couple of doors, her bedroom was at the bottom. It had a balcony with a gate window at the front of Sugarcube Corner. Many buildings in Ponyville had second floors, but since Sugarcube Corner seemed to be a building weirdly placed, breaking from the linear structure within most Ponyville's structures, nopony had a direct view at that balcony from another building. 


Once passing the door at her bedroom, Pinkie stopped suddenly in front of him. Making her rump thump with his crotch. Yet with her tail up in the air, and with some sealed condoms hanging from her mouth, Pinkie just stood there, rubbing her own body on his, through her torn out camo suit. 

"Pinkie, Don't you rather... I don't know, do it on your bed?" Blacky asked. Wondering what was going on in the mind of the random mare. 

"Well... I do. What about you?" She asked, from behind her mane, slightly worried. "I appreciate everything you've done and all that, but you don't have to do anything you don't want. you don't have to keep sacrificing yourself anymore if you don't want to." Pinkie relieved, without stopping her rubbing on the dog. 

"Pinkie, I assure you that you're one of the most gorgeous mares I've seen in my life. Believe me, nobody could even think of this, with you, as a sacrifice." He exclaimed, pulling a timid smile out from her, as she started to walk in. "You were the first pony that welcomed me when I moved here, remember?" He added as they both seated on her bed, where Pinkie noticed that the dog dropped some object on her bed. It was concealed or maybe just lazily wrapped with a white fabric, but in that moment, she couldn't care less about it. 

"That night, when we were dancing, when barely anypony else had talked with me, I thought you were some experienced traveler, used to deal with any kind of body. When I asked about you, and I found out you were a long time resident that had been raised in a rock farm, I was confused, I thought you had a crush on me or something. That could explain the sudden party and why you had been the only pony dancing with me." Blacky concluded, laying on his belly, while Pinkie was laying on her back, next to him. 


"Put one of this." She said decidedly, picking randomly one of the condom wraps that had fallen from her mouth. She had barely listened his story. Her mind was kind of busy trying to figure out how to bang with a dog. 

"You know, it's customary for we, dogs, that the female is who puts it on the male, do you mind... ?" He teased, getting over her. 

Holding it with a hoof, Pinkie opened the wrap from a corner with her teeth, and slid below to the dog's hunches. 

"You know how to put it on?" Black asked, giving her enough space to let her maneuver below. 

"I never was really a good student, you know? But that day in school, when the teacher was explaining that stuff, I dunno why, but I was really putting attention that day." Pinkie confessed, slightly ashamed, but confident that the dog was going to find that fact kind of funny without judging her. 

"It's inside out, Pinkie." The dog interrupted, starting to feel too good by her hooves trying to unroll the condom out. "Isn't accomplish this kind of jobs a bit complicated with hooves?" He wondered out loud, at the time he felt the mix or her humid breathing and her warm tongue, sliding down the flipsided condom, through his erected member. 

"It was easy for me!" She claimed from below, sliding back her body under his. 


"Ever since we danced together you're my favourite pony, you know? I've been imagining we both doing this since that moment" He said, aligning his wrapped doghood over her moisten lower lips, to start doing the same repetitive movement in which they had achieved such great pace for both before. Like in a slow dance, like in the first night they danced together. 

"Later, that night I noticed how oblivious you were of all that. On time I realized that you were so immersed in your everlasting party, that you don't have time for coltfriends. The lack of candidates in Ponyville also plays a role in all this, but I don't want to just be the best option next to nothing. Pinkie, are you sure you wanna do this with me? Won't you regret it?" He said, still grinding over her.

"Won't you regret it?" She replied reciprocally, unable to think straight, but trusting that the same could be applied to him. The feeling over her crotch had changed from a warmer and humid one, to a slippery, more fresh feeling. Equally pleasurable on her clit, but not so on her teats. Matter that lose importance the moment she felt the pressure between her thighs, when he was inserting himself, directly through her especial place. 


Except for the dog's tongue, she had never explored that place, and receiving the hardened lust of the dog, was very different than his thin and flexible tongue invading her before. His tongue had been definitely more stimulating, but less forceful, yet somehow way hurtful. 

She had read that her first time was going to be painful, but her puffed marehood and lubricating fluids made her feel his firm and thick member welcomed inside her, special since Blacky was making his way inside with calm and patience. Pinkie was feeling the smooth sensation of the slippery surface steadily grinding, eventually reaching deep inside her. 

The winter was coming, and the air was fresh already. While Pinkie could feel the warmth of the dog in their embrace, and on his breathing while he was kissing her neck. Her interior was also starting to feel heated by his hardened member, teasingly reaching places in her body that she would never had been able to reach herself. 

The temperature in the point of the rubber had increased, in part for the usage time, and part due to the fluids accumulating in the loose end. Yet Pinkie was feeling the part covering the bottom, fresh by the cold air being agitated on the rubber thanks to their accelerating movement in and out. Which was starting to make Pinkie's heart beat in a much more pleasurable way than the week before. 


The dog was trying to be as slow and merciful as caninely possible, but the restless nature of the pink mare had surfaced way before of what he had thought, and soon she was the one setting the peace on their union. 

"I've been waiting to do this with you ever since the first time we danced. Seriously, I've got a crush on you since then. I've imagined you and me doing exactly this since that night, except for one thing..." Blacky said, as he broke his coitus with Pinkie, and took off the damped condom from his stimulated doghood. 

Lifting her smaller body, he brought her next to him to a seated position on the bed. The dog placed her over his hunches, where she had no trouble taking him again, inside her pleading entrance. This time unwrapped, his erection felt warmer from the beginning, and way rougher. It was pulsating inside her, and that was making hard for Pinkie to tell if it was more pleasurable or not, but definitely it was more 'itchier.' 

The smell of their joint was similar to what Pinkie had nosed in the alley earlier, and way before when she found Rainbow Dash having her way with Blacky in the forest. It wasn't exactly the same, but this time it was hers, and that made her happy. Until she remembered why she had even given him a condom in first place. 

"No, sorry! I don't wanna give birth to a half puppy foal." She expressed, slightly worried, but not slowing down her rumbling body. 

"What? No! Pinkie, I'm sure that's pretty much impossible. Don't worry. Diamond dogs can only impregnate diamond bitches. You won't be the first mare having a half foal breed of puppies. Offspring is only possible between parents of the same kind." The dog clarified. 

"But..  Then how you do explain griffins?" She asked, still without stop hammering her hips on the dog. 

"Griffins can only lay griffins eggs, that's true for all creatures... As long they aren't using magic I guess... " Blacky replied, wondering if what breezies do with plants do count. 

"And what the about minotaurs, or Discord?" Pinkie insisted. 

"Apes got extinct like looong time ago, and I'm sure no minotaur is son of a cow or a museum fossil. In the other paw, I don't know what discords are, but I'm sure they look just like their parents. And since condoms don't serve any other purpose, don't worry, Pinkie Pie." He clarified, the last part pulling strongly from Pinkie's cutie marks, pushing himself further inside, along with lines of her fluids rushing through his hunches to drip down over her bed, before she started a seesaw movement on him. He convinced the ever-bouncing mare, who was looking strangely beautiful behind her bouncing flattened mane. 

The irregularities on the dog's weirdly shaped pole were much more evident now that she was feeling him rubbing his raw meat inside hers. Blacky could feel her internal walls contracting him, sucking him forward as naughty sounds became evident with each one of their movements. Pinkie's heart started to race like it had never before, making her lungs plead for oxygen, and turning her legs weak, probably for the first time on her life. 

Except for some moans between her accelerated breathing, Pinkie had been strangely silent, just turbulently hugging the bigger body of the dog, just hearing his heart and occasionally biting his coat, or submissively kissing him when he wanted. Pinkie also was enjoying when he was nibbling her ears or her neck, or when he was licking her shoulders or face, but those were just nice balloons and confetti compared with the fireworks exploding in her interior. 

She was feeling how her body was being skewered by the dog's raw rod. His bare meat had much more friction than the rubber before, and she could feel his organ swelling up in each thrust inside. Her own vaginal walls were slightly being pulled out during every pulling movement they had mastered to synchronize. Pinkie was starting to wonder where was the pain that she was supposed to feel, because no book had lied to her before, but besides the waves of burning pleasure clouding her senses, she was feeling utterly in ecstasy. 

"I feel something coming." She said, speeding up the pace of her hips on the dog's meat pole, and tensing up practically every muscle in her body. "I feel something coming!" She repeated with urgency, before kissing the dog. 

Soon after a hammering pace, a gush of liquid escaped from her body as her mane puffed up, and her insides started to convulsing madly strong for a mare so small compared to the taller diamond dog. 

Their kiss was broken only by an sliding deep moan, build by all the pleasure that she had been stacking in her body, now being released as an electric heat, breaking loose through her spine to her lungs, heart, brain, and even her mane. 

After that, even her hooves felt softer when the diamond dog, yet hard inside her, held her right forehoof with his paw. He had been quiet inside her, just leaving her enjoy her own aftermath, slowly grinding her own hips on him. 

"Pinkie, I got a gift for you." Blacky said, and Pinkie's puffed mane seemed to got brighter when she heard that. 

"What is it?!" She energetically replied, with a big smile on her face. 

He took from her bed the object wrapped on a white cloth, revealing a red and wide, fake leather strap, with a thick metallic buckle. Featuring three charms, each shaped as the balloons in the same colors than Pinkie's cutie mark. 

"They jiggle!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed enthusiastically, after he placed the collar around her neck. 

"It's metal, they'll jiggle if you want them to. They also will alert anybody around if your Pinkie Sense activates, which is a good way to prevent somebody of having something falling on their heads." Blacky explained, remembering that one time he was so amused watching her twitching for the first time, that he didn't pay attention to the sound of the pot falling just above his head. 

"I know a good way we can make them sound." Pinkie retorted, seductively implying something, with a suspicious complicity on her smile.

"I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that you never got off of me." Blacky pointed out, starting to feel how the hindlegs of the mare were starting to embrace him harder, and her hips started to thrust again. 

"Hey Pinkie, wanna try something new?" He asked, smiling back at her. 

"There's more than this?!" Pinkie retorted, amazed at the idea of something new. 

"There is lots, lots, more, Pinkie Pie. If you trust your partner, and he trusts you back, there's practically nothing you can't do." He said, grabbing one of her hindlegs, and passing it right between them, to the other side along with the other, making her spin on their raw coitus, pulling out a twisting sensation that even many experienced couples didn't know. 

Pinkie's extremities went limp after that, that movement had been a complete challenge for her debuting marehood. But the thrilling sensation she was feeling soon was exponentiated by the dog pulling her hindlegs up. 

Seated over him an a 'V' position, or rather being held, the only control she had, thanks to the flexibility of her extremities, was lost after feeling him trusting on her own hips, while he was holding her legs up in the air. With the charms of her collar jiggling wildly, and her rump held in place by his skewering member, she gave up complete control of her body to the dog, she just could threw her face upwards, and grab his head for what had started as a messy kiss, but ended in her just sucking the dripping tongue of the dog. 

Being held in that position, with her hindlegs next to her head, Pinkie could feel the dog thrusting himself way deeper inside her. Surrounded by sharp teeth, Pinkie fearlessly kept holding his head above hers, sucking the tip of the dog's tongue for a while, until she gave up all her freedom, when he held down one of her forelegs, to start making her rub her own teats under his grip. 

Blacky started to push down his tongue through Pinkie's mouth. Yet she remained fearless, confident that her canine friend wasn't taking anything from her that she wouldn't have given willingly. All she could do is enjoy the dog reaching all her secret places that nopony had reached before. In fact, she was now feeling like somepony desired, like a full flagged mare, provoking male's desires, and not a pitiful filly in need of explanations, or a second place prize after Rainbow Dash. 

Learning from her own body in her confinement state, Pinkie tried to regain control over any part of her limbs, and while some attempts caused her pain, the pleasure she was receiving was greater than the uneasiness of some sharp teeth on her neck, or her legs being stocked into uncomfortable positions for a hard to quantify period of time.

The dog, holding her legs, was helping her to explore her groin. It was the first time Pinkie didn't have to worry about touching herself, thing that she had been informed, was pretty bad. But now, with her freedom taken away, it was like if she wasn't doing it herself. Even so, every pleasurable caresses on her indulged clit, and every well-timed squeezing on her excited teats, was only under her own and complete, control. She could even feel with her hooves the stiffened dog's organ crawling under her lower belly. 

Holding her legs open up in the air, Blacky could reach further inside her, and with the level of excitement that their swollen erogenous zones had reached, the spear shaped end of the dog's member, was starting to slight prick on the entrance of her cervix. Which, like new previous sensations before, was very intense for the constricted mare, and was also very hard for her tell if it was something hurtful, or pleasurable. She even came to think that she was feeling the supposed painful sensation of losing her virginity, without realizing that the dog's tongue had taken care of that not long ago. 

With the dog pressing himself carefully against her womb. She was starting to enjoy simply being a rag doll, when unexpectedly, a very important part of her body started to twitch uncontrollably by its own.

It was inevitable for both of them notice her fluffy tail twitching between them. and for one second they interrupted their submissive-dominant play, to look at it before realizing what it meant. 

The ears of the dog perked up, and suddenly the gates of the balcony opened. A gush of multicolored wind came along with Rainbow Dash, who rolled trough the floor before striking a pose in a triumphant entrance. 

"Never fear, your friendly neigh..." Rainbow Dash started, before being interrupted by the shocking picture of what was really going on there.


To be continued...