A Dash of Pink

By Liquid Rainbows

How long has it been? Rainbow Dash was sitting by herself in the little shop called Sugarcube Corner. It was early night, but the quaint bakery was still open, even at this hour, not that anyone was there but her. From the windows around the room, the moonlight and stars could be seen clearly. Dash had never been a night pony, cherishing the open, blue sky, but now, she found herself enjoying the solemness of the darkness. It reflected the solemness she felt inside.

Over the weeks, Dash had been awakened to feelings she had never known before. It wasn't long ago she had first made true friends, ponies who understood her and valued her. And, mere weeks ago, Dash had come to feel something more for a certain pony in her circle. Pinkie Pie. Every time Dash laid eyes on her, she felt happiness deep inside. Excitement. Joy. Pinkie's very presence seemed to brighten the world, making all the troubles melt away. But now, seeing Pinkie was a mixed blessing. Now, when she saw her, Dash could feel pain. Pain that she couldn't show her love to Pinkie. Pain that the two couldn't be together as more than friends. It felt that Dash was slowly dying on the inside, not able to grasp the strange concept of love and express it to that bubbly mare, whom she cared so much about. It had taken a lot, but the fight was starting to drain from Dash, and she knew it was time to act, or to succumb to sadness.

Alone. She felt utterly alone. Alone in both this little shop, and the world around it. She knew that wasn't really true. She had good friends who cared about her! But...but it just wasn't the same. Dash had been sitting a long time, and it wasn't too much longer until a certain pink pony got off of work. Pinkie was in the kitchens, now, but Dash couldn't bear to go and find her. Instead, she waited. Alone.

It was 9:30 when Pinkie was done working for the day. Dash couldn't help but revere her silently from the chair where she sat. Pinkie, in the right eyes, was stunning. Her cheerful bouncing, her elated smile. It simply blew everyone away when she came around. Her happiness was infectious, and despite herself, Dash couldn't help but grin. Pinkie was an attractive mare, by all means, with large, deep blue eyes, a wonderful body, and that signature frizzy mane which complimented her features so well. Dash tried to hide a faint blush.

"Hiya Rainbow Dash!" Pinkie exclaimed, hopping to over where the pegasus was sitting. Dash grew mildly uncomfortable, not being used to the rush of hormones that Pinkie made her feel. Simply being around her made Dash grow hot, but it was worth it just to see Pinkie's smiling face.

"Hey Pinkie," Dash tried her best to sound disinterested, "What've you been up to?"

"Don't be silly, Rainbow!" Pinkie grinned. "You know that I work here almost every day." Dash blushed and scoffed jokingly, slapping herself in her head for being so awkward. Just act natural! This is Pinkie we're talking about. Our friend, remember! Pinkie could sense that Dash was uncomfortable, and couldn't help but giggle charmingly. The sound of her laughter was like music the Dash's ears.

"S-So Pinkie, uh, are toy doing anything tonight?" Dash bit her lower lip and began sweating lightly. Did I really just ask that?! Pinkie eyed her, suspiciously. Dash was extremely nervous, now. In an instant, Pinkie broke back into a grin.

"Well, silly filly, I was planning on going to sleep. Early to bed, early to rise! Was there something you wanted?" Pinkie stared at her inquisitively.

"W-Well, uh...no. Not really."

"Oh, okay than! I'll see you around, Dashie." With that, Pinkie bounced away merrily, out the front doors, and into the cool, nighttime air. Dash was anything but merry. She stared down at her forehooves dejectedly. I shouldn't have even tried that in the first place. It was painful to think she had failed at asking Pinkie Pie out, even though she hadn't really failed at anything, since Pinkie hadn't known what was going on. Still, It hurt all the same.

Dash was about ready to boil over. She didn't know whether she wanted to scream, sob, or both. She wanted to do something. It was time to act! She had felt this way towards Pinkie for too long, and she wasn't going to bottle her feelings inside any longer. She hadn't wanted to go this far, but Dash had no other way to show Pinkie how she felt. She was too inexperienced at love to express it through words, so it was time to express it through actions...

The moon was always full over Equestria, and tonight was no exception. Rainbow Dash was hovering, her wings flapping slowly, as she was bathed in moonlight. Before her was the open window of Pinkie Pie's bedroom, located on the second floor of Sugarcube Corner. Dash was uneasy. The usually strong and confident pegasus was anything but. When it came to love, she was still a filly. It didn't matter know, though. She was determined to follow through.

Taking the rope, blindfold, and tape from off her back, Dash silently drifted into Pinkie's bedroom, sweat breaking out from her brow. Her hooves were shaking, but she moved to Pinkie's bedside quietly, watching over her while she slept. Pinkie smiled, even in her sleep. Dash could only guess that her dreams were filled with sunshine and rainbows. Dash was still conflicted, but she moved mechanically.

"Sorry Pinkie." She whispered. Dash, in one swift movement, slapped the blindfold over Pinkie's eyes, holding her down with a forehoof. Pinkie Pie hadn't seen Dash, and was now thrashing on the bed.

"Hey! Wh-what's going on? Is this is a surprise party?" Pinkie yelled. Despite the cheeriness of her words, Pinkie's voice was quivering. She obviously knew that this was a bad situation. Dash slammed a piece of tape over Pinkie's mouth, muffling her cries. Tying the blindfold, Dash rolled Pinkie onto her back, pressing her down into the bed. Dash wrapped Pinkie into a hogtie, and she finally stopped resisting, unable to move. All grew still, and Dash sat down on the floor on her haunches, huffing from the exertion. She glanced nervously at Pinkie, who's only movement was the rise and fall of her chest. Minutes passed. Dash knew she couldn't have regrets now.

Dash stood up and rolled Pinkie from the bed and onto her back, who squirmed and moaned quietly. Dash spread her wings and rose, flying from the window and into the cool night air. A breeze rolled by, causing Dash to shiver as she swooped and dived over the streets of Ponyville. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but it was no time to stop now. Soaring quickly, Dash reached the shadowy figure of her home, made entirely of clouds, floating above the outskirts of Ponyville. She landed softly at the front door of her home, looking back at town, ensuring that no one saw her. Pinkie seemed to have passed out, and Dash hastily entered the house, closing the door behind her.

It was dark, but calm, inside Rainbows house. Everything was in order, as it always seemed to be in cloud homes. They practically cleaned themselves up. Dash trotted to a closet off to the left, opening the door on a large, empty walk-in closet. There was plenty of room, and Dash flopped Pinkie's body down in the center, rushing out to find some nails. In a moment. Dash walked galloped back into the closet, untying Pinkie and cutting the rope in half. She then tied each rope to one of Pinkie's forehooves, extending out her forelegs, and nailed either rope to the opposite wall, causing Pinkie's front to be propped upwards, arms outstretched. Dash lit a lantern, shut the closet door, and sat down in front of Pinkie, terrified. She wasn't sure what to do now. Everything had happened so quickly, she just needed to collect her thoughts. The universe, it seemed, had other plans.

Pinkie started moving, then struggling, then thrashing. Dash bolted over and ripped the tape from Pinkie's mouth. Pinkie immediately started screaming.

"HELP!" She shrieked, her voice stricken with fear. "Somepony HELP ME!"

"Shhh!" Dash hissed, trying to calm Pinkie down. Pinkie stopped struggling and started shaking, rapt with fear.

"H-Hello? Wh-what do you want with me? I'll do anything, just let me go!" Pinkie's voice was broken. Dash could tell she was crying, and held back tears herself. Gathering her courage, Dash tore off Pinkie's blindfold, facing her eye to eye. Pinkie's eyes were wet, and wide with terror, glistening a light blue. She only looked more surprised as she made out the shape of Dash, sitting before her.

"D-Dashie?" Pinkie's voice was small. "Th-this isn't funny, Dash. Let me go!" Even now, Pinkie was afraid. It broke Dash's heart to imagine Pinkie would be genuinely afraid of her. I deserve it, though, don't I?

"Pinkie Pie...this...this isn't a joke." Dash was shaking, read to start bawling.

"What are you talking about, Dashie?"

"I-I can't let you go. I can't." Pinkie was on the verge of trying to break free again, the look of horror in her eyes reflecting an almost primal fear.

"What's going on? Why not?" Tears were rolling down Pinkie's face.

"It's because I...I...I just can't!" Dash yelled. Amazingly, she didn't cry. After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Pinkie sobbing, Dash finally collected herself. Leaning forward, Dash wrapped her arms around Pinkie, closing her eyes, resting her head on Pinkie's shoulder. Pinkie grew still, suddenly, shocked. She felt the warmness of Dash's arms, could feel the rapid beating of her heart. What is Dashie doing, and why is her heart pounding? For a split second, Pinkie's fear dissolved. She felt safe, safe in the embrace of a friend. That feeling evaporated as quickly as it came, leaving Pinkie Pie terrified at the situation she was in.

"P-Pinkie..." Dash whispered, "If you need anything at all, just tell me, okay?" Pinkie had no idea why Dash had tied her here, or what she was doing, but some strange part of her responded:

"Alright." Dash held Pinkie tighter, savoring every moment of her embrace. The head radiating from her body, the quick pace of her heart, which matched Dash's own. Pinkie's body had grown damp, mostly from the fear and nervousness she felt. Pinkie could tell how uneasy Dash was. She could tell that Dash was just as afraid, if not more so, than she was. It gave her comfort to know that maybe Dash hadn't gone completely crazy. Why, then? She was starting to form some ideas. Why else would Dash be so frightened? Why else would she take Pinkie here, only to partake in her company? She was surprised she hadn't seen it sooner. Nonetheless, she wasn't about to make any claims just yet.

"Dash, there is something..." Pinkie began. Dash opened her eyes and moved her head to face Pinkie. "I need you to sleep, Dash. You need to rest." Dash was shocked at Pinkie's request, and Pinkie merely smiled weakly, worn out from everything that had just happened.

"Just close your eyes." Pinkie said, soothingly. "You can stay in here, if that's what you want." Dash nodded, and curled up beside Pinkie, who bowed her head down and shut her eyes. Dash was astounded that Pinkie wanted anything to do with her. She was sure she had completely destroyed their friendship. She wasn't going to complain. Just wait and see. Together, in the dim light of that little closet, the two of them drifted off to sleep.

Dawn. The sky throughout Equestria was starting to glow, purple light rimming the horizon. In the closet of Rainbow Dash's home, however, things were different. Pinkie Pie was groggily rousing herself from sleep, and found that she was alone. It was warm in the little room, and the closet door was open. Pinkie didn't feel like struggling, or screaming. Her ears picked up a sound from the somewhere else in the house. What sounded like...cabinets? Something smelled delicious. After a few minutes of waking up, Pinkie was at full attention, and Rainbow Dash reluctantly stepped into the closet, a plate of cookies held in her mouth. Dash set the plate down on the floor.

"Hey P-Pinkie. I know you love cookies and all, so...I baked some. I'm not sure if they're any good." Dash explained, nervously. She wasn't sure what to expect. Pinkie coughed, and spoke in a raspy voice.

"Thanks, Dash...that's sweet of you..." Pinkie continued coughing, and Dash looked horrified.

"I'm gonna get you a drink of water. Hold tight." Dash galloped from the room and mentally slapped herself. Hold tight? Like she can even go anywhere! Filling a glass of water, Dash ran back in, moving up to Pinkie and tipping the glass into her mouth. The cold fluid was like liquid heaven to Pinkie. After a few moments, Dash set the glass off to the side, watching Pinkie with concern.

"Dashie," Pinkie began, her voice still weak, "You don't have to be afraid. It's fine. I'm fine. Really." Hearing her words, Dash had had enough. She was ready to let loose. Tears started pouring from her eyes, and she ran over to hug Pinkie.

"No, Pinkie! It's not fine! I took you here against your will, tied you up like a prisoner. I'm so sorry!" Dash had never cried so hard in her life. She had never felt such raw emotion. "I'm so selfish. I did all of this because I was to cowardly to tell you. Tell you that...I love you!" Pinkie was smiling now, her voice regaining its strength.

"No, Dash, it is fine. It's fine because I love you too!" Dash pulled back, her arms still wrapped around Pinkie, and she stared into her eyes. There was a beautiful smile on her face, and her light blue eyes seemed electrified with happiness. The ways of Pinkie Pie seemed to work their magic, and Dash couldn't help but smile, tears still gushing from her eyes. But these were tears of joy, not sadness. Pinkie didn't need to say anymore.

Pinkie leaned forward, taking Dash by surprise, and pressed her lips to hers. Dash's eyes grew wide, and she started blushing. Pinkie pulled back and giggled, her own cheeks turning red. Dash grew a bit more confident, engaging this kiss by herself. Pinkie pushed her tongue into Dash's mouth, who perked up in shock. Dash had kissed before, but it was a long time ago, and she had thought it was icky. The warm, wet sensation of Pinkie's tongue exploring the walls of her mouth was quite foreign.

Dash slid her left forehoof downward, rubbing it over Pinkie's flank, then around towards her groin. Dash didn't touch her there. She wasn't ready. The close proximity of Dash's hoof to her womanhood was making Pinkie hot. She was starting to sweat again, and she began hungrily snogging Rainbow Dash. Dash was loving Pinkie's enthusiasm, and she herself was starting to feel hot. The two of the made out passionately for a few more minutes, after which Pinkie broke off, her mouth wet.

"Dash, I need you to untie me. I want to be with you." Dash hesitated for a moment, then grinned determinedly. Dash untied the ropes from Pinkie's hooves carefully, tossing them to the side afterwards. The area where the ropes had been on Pinkie's skin where dark, mostly out of dampness. Pinkie was free, and she didn't run, she didn't yell. No, she only smiled. Dash felt her heart soaring. She had only a moment to admire Pinkie's stunning form, when Pinkie pounced and landed on top of her.

Pinkie spun around, getting into a sixty nine position, giving Dash an excellent view of her wet pussy. Pinkie spread Dash's legs out, leaning down and licking her tongue against Dash's slit. Dash gasped and moaned, the initial wave of pleasure causing her to shudder. Pinkie got to work, licking back and forth, deep inside Dash's body. Dash was starting to buck her hips upwards as Pinkie ate her out, the motions of Pinkie's mouth against her groin sending intense surges throughout her body.

Dash wasn't going to make Pinkie do all the work. She was going to return the favor. Using her forelegs, Dash pushed Pinkie's groin down to her face. The scent of arousal was strong, almost overwhelming. Dash pressed her mouth into Pinkie's pussy, and was instantly met with the sweet taste of her fluids. Moving her tongue inside, Dash caressed the velvety walls of her pussy, stimulating each one of Pinkie's nerves. She knew it was working by the sound of Pinkie's moans. She licked sensitively at first, but began to passionately suck on her groin as Pinkie increased her pace. The two of them worked in rhythm, moving their tongues deeper, each trying to satisfy the other more. The result was unbearable. Every sense was being cascaded in pleasure, only adding to the exhilaration. The wetness, the softness, the motion. Finally, Pinkie slowed to a halt, and Dash soon followed. Pinkie rolled off of Dash, resting beside her to catch her breath.

The two of them panted and slowly regained their composure. Both were sweating, hot, and wet. Pinkie was wiping her mouth clean, licking the last of Dash's juices from her hoof. Dash had turned to look at Pinkie, watching in her in quiet reverence. Pinkie noticed her and giggled. Dash felt happiness like never before. This gorgeous, wonderful, amazing mare actually had feelings for her. It was a dream come true. Joining the Wonderbolts didn't even matter, at that moment.

Rainbow Dash found herself lost in Pinkie's eyes. Pinkie looked confident. Dash had always been the dominant, headstrong one, but now, she was powerless, and she didn't care. Pinkie rose up and positioned herself over top of Dash, straddling her waist. Dash didn't question, only gasped as Pinkie pressed her groin into Dash's own. It felt like an electrical pulse, like the two of them had connected in a way more intimate than any other. Pinkie's brow furrowed as she started rubbing herself onto Dash. The sensation was the most vivid thing she had ever felt. Their bodies seemed to merge together, every nerve numbed in bliss. Dash was pressing up in motion, adding to the friction as Pinkie pressed down and slid back and forth slowly. The wetness from both Pinkie and Dash's pussies were making them rub faster, sending surges of euphoric pleasure through both of their bodies. Every movement was another bombardment of rapture.

Dash and Pinkie started moaning louder now, the rising sensation of a coming climax radiating through both of their bodies. Pinkie fell forward, her and Dash holding each other tightly, rapidly pressing into on another. Every feeling was shared. They were perfectly connected. Every beating of the heart, every moan, every pang of pleasure. Together, the two of them reached their orgasm. They were lost in a sea ecstasy, all the passion they felt for each other bursting forth in a single explosion. Pinkie cried out at the top of her lungs, reaching the peak of her climax, and fell backwards onto the floor, eyes glazed. Dash's hips still bucked slightly as the last spurts of her orgasm passed through, and she could only whimper softly.

Minutes passed, just as before. Pinkie Pie crawled up to lay beside Rainbow Dash, draping and arm over her. They had no words to say. The act of being together, embracing each other, was the greatest act of love they could express. The dawn had past, but the day was yet young. They, too, were still young, with an entire lifetime ahead.

For them, the party had only just begun...

The End