It was the last weekend of the month, and that meant movie night. Fluttershy had pony!Dash over often, but they always set a special time aside to watch movies late into the night, usually accompanied by popcorn and fruity-tasting mixed drinks.
At the end of the night, both Dash and Fluttershy were slightly buzzed, but only enough to give them a fuzzy warm feeling in their heads, and make the night seem to blur on until finally neither person nor pony were paying attention to what was happening on screen anymore. Fluttershy got up between yawns to turn off the tape of Die Hoof 3, which she preferred intensely to the original Die Hoof even though she knew it was a mostly watered-down buddy colt comedy with the labels changed. Rainbow Dash had fallen asleep on the floor with her back resting against the couch, and was snoring sweetly on some cloud with the Wonderbolts until Fluttershy shook her awake, smiling and offering some blankets and pillows for the night.
"Are you sure you don't want to use my bed instead?" Fluttershy asked.
Dash had already spread out the blankets and was fluffing the pillows into place, having trouble getting the stack of three to stay in place. She grinned at Fluttershy with a hoof behind her head.
"Yeah, it's no problem," Dash said. "I toss and turn all night... you wouldn't get any sleep. Heh."
"There's a glass of water on the table, and the kitchen's just around the corner if you need more." Fluttershy gave Dash a big hug and squeezed her tight, nuzzling her nose into Dash's multi-coloured mane and giggling as the pony did the same to her, pressing her snout into Fluttershy's neck and wiggling playfully back and forth.
"Night, 'Shy," Dash said. She waved as Fluttershy turned the corner and walked down the hallway to her bedroom.
Dash waited until she heard the bedroom shut before she breathed a sigh of relief and kicked the blankets down to the end of the couch. She looked furtively in either direction, and, once she was sure Fluttershy was definitely no longer in site, reached for her backpack and pulled out the private movie she'd brought for 'after hours'. Not that she would have been adverse to watching it with Fluttershy, necessarily, but that girl was as shy as her namesake sometimes, and Dash didn't want to take the chance of waiting an entire night without hoof-to-crotch action. She liked to keep herself 'well-lubricated', ifyaknamsayin'.
Dash checked and double-checked to make sure the volume was down all the way on the television before putting the movie in. Then checked again when teh title screen came on. Then she pushed play.
A cute unicorn pony with a cream-white coat and a long, flowing pink mane came into view, in front of an elegant bed with matching sheets. She smiled at the camera and tossed her head and mane, and giggled as someone else walked into frame.
A human girl. Red-and-black hair, tattoos, a punk princess out of a porn poster. She smiled with a fang sticking out over her lip, reached out her hand to pet the pony as she got up onto the bed. She was only wearing a black bra and red thong, and a spiked collar around her neck. The pony wasn't wearing anything. The pony got on the bed too.
Then the pony laid down and spread her legs.
"Oh yeah," Dash whispered to herself. She spread her own legs and slid her hoof down between them, underneath the waist-band of the special flower-print pajamas Fluttershy had made her and kept in a closet for every sleepover. Dash's pussy was already wet, she had started dripping in anticipation minutes ago, and now that she was watching the action on screen, even without the noises, she could feel herself get wetter by the second.
It was so quiet in the living room, even the soft in-and-out of Dash's breath and the tiny schlicking noises of her hoof rubbing her engorged and dripping pussy lips sounded like an explosion, a cacophonous orchestra that would get her in trouble if Fluttershy was to open the door and find her spread out and masturbating. But that was the chance she was taking, and besides, Fluttershy was in bed anyway, and not listening at the door for the minute traces of pony sex sounds.
The punky girl in the video was kneeling between the pony's legs with a hungry, playful look, and licking her lips as she got ready to dive eye-deep1 into pony pussy. The pony gave her a playful, more nervous look back, staring between her legs as the punk girl lowered her mouth to lips and began to lick.
Dash remembered this part. When the sound was on, the pony squealed so loud rattled the speakers at home. The pony didn't say anything, but Dash liked to imagine she'd cum just then, as soon as the girl had touched her, and sometimes when Dash was really horny, which was every other day, really, she'd cum there too, and keep going for the whole video, matching her orgasms wherever she thought the other pony was having them. There were a lot, in a twenty-three minute video. Dash went through it twice in one night sometimes.
"Buck yes," Dash whispered under her breath as she watched the punky girl's tongue work circles around the pretty pony's clit. Dash rubbed her own clit at the same rhythm, rocking her hips back and forth gently on the couch but making sure not to move enough to cause the springs to squeak. Every bit of her was holding tight and clenched, and her pussy was no exception, squeezing at her hoof as she pushed past her wet lips and into her twitching entrance. Dash licked her lips as she watched the pony get her pussy eaten on T.V., then closed her eyes as she imagined the same girl between her legs, smiling up at her between tongue-lashings and maybe even shoving a few fingers inside Dash's cunt.
It was therefore, with her eyes closed, that Dash didn't see the light from Fluttershy's bedroom creep into the hallway as she opened her door. She also didn't see Fluttershy as she walked down the hall, nor did she hear her, as Fluttershy didn't make really any noise walking softly down the hallway. She didn't see Fluttershy as Fluttershy stood at the entrance to the living room, her eyes drawn first to the T.V., where pony and punk princess were leg-locked in the beginnings of another orgasm—then to the couch, where she expected to see Rainbow Dash sleeping soundly, and instead was treated to the sight of her best pony-friend going to town on her pussy and probably leaving awful big stains in her freshly-washed pajamas.
Fluttershy didn't say anything at first. It wasn't as though she wanted to watch... much. She just wanted to make sure she was seeing... what she was seeing. Which was... pony!Dash masturbating. To a porno video. Of a person, going down on a pony. Over and over again.
She had to say something eventually. Didn't she?
"Um," Fluttershy said. "Excuse me." She tried to sound as unobtrusive and reassuring as possible.
It was no use. Dash jumped up like an overwound spring, knocking the pillows off the couch and most of the blankets too. Her pajamas were half-pulled down over her hind-legs, and when she fluttered around above the couch, she seemed to get tangled in them, and tumbled back downwards, landing on the couch with an 'oof' and the protests of the springs absorbing the impact of her fall. Dash's face wound-up buried in the last cushion at the end of the couch, her butt showed off by her pulled-down PJs, her pussy dripping obscenely down her legs and, yes, leaving a stain wherever it trickled.
"Uh, hey," Dash said. Her 'nonchalant' needed some work.
"I was just, um... wondering what you were doing. Instead of sleeping."
"I... had an itch."
Fluttershy tilted her head to the side.
"An itch?"
Dash's eyes darted from side to side, but eventually centered back on Fluttershy. She nodded to solidify her impersonation of an innocent pony.
"Yeah. I had, uh, an itch, between my legs. So I was scratching... and my PJs came off. Really weird, right?"
"Mhm-hmm... but why do you have that movie playing?"
Dash looked at the television as though she'd forgotten it was there. Pink-mane pony looked half-way into orgasm number three, and she was thrashing and shaking so violently on the bed it looked like she was going to buck the girl between her legs off to the side.
"Uh... that movie?"
Fluttershy nodded.
"Mhm-hmm."
"It's just... something I watch before bed. Y'know. To help me, uh... sleep."
"Oh, I see." Fluttershy's face didn't give away a hint of disbelief, and her tone was calm and measured. "Would it be alright if I watched too? I'm having a hard time sleeping."
Dash twisted on the couch until she was sitting up, but still wearing her pajamas half-way down. She grabbed a blanket and awkwardly covered herself up as Fluttershy sat down on the other end of the couch, then wiggled so close they were practically touching through the blanket.
"I... I guess you can watch..." Dash said. Her brain was scrambling for excuses, but everything came out 'go back to touching your pussy', and it was getting harder and harder to resist that instruction with each second of the video that went on.
"Thanks," Fluttershy said. She smiled and gave Dash a pat on the head. Dash tried not to show how much it tingled, even though she distinctly felt a jolt go right from her head to between her legs.
The pair attempted the absurd task of watching porn to get tired. Possible if you're asexual and already a bit sleepy, but not if you're Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy in this particular scenario.
"It looks like she's really enjoying that," Fluttershy said. The pony on screen had gotten up onto all fours and turned herself around to show off her butt to the punky girl, who was now slapping her ass with one hand while spreading her butt-hole with the other, already lubed up with pussy juice, and sliding it inside, to the muted moans and frantic thrashing of the pony on the bed. 'Enjoying' was a bit of an understatement.
"Uh... yeah," Dash said. She tried very hard not to think about touching her pussy, and failed spectacularly.
"I bet having a human's tongue there would feel really good for a pony," Fluttershy mused, seemingly innocent as she watched the borderline torturous expressions of the pony on screen, deep in the throes of another climax. "Ponies look like they have very sensitive clits too."
"Oh. Yeah, we uh... we're just kinda sensitive overall."
"Really? How do you mean?"
"Well..." Rainbow Dash turned and lowered her blanket shyly, showing off just a hint of her stomach, uncovered by her pulled down pajama-bottoms. "We get off a lot easier than humans. You don't have to touch for too long to make us start cumming... if you're doing it right, that is."
"Doing it right like that?" Fluttershy asked, pointing to the screen. Punky girl was slobbering all over pink-pony's ass and pussy, licking at her with the fervor of a dog devouring its favorite meal.
"Uh..." Dash noticed herself sweating, and wiped a hoof across her forehead. "Yeah. Like... like that—mhnn!"
Dash's sentence was cut off by a kiss. Fluttershy had thrown herself forward on the couch and pinned dash down to it, dislodging the blanket and exposing even more of Dash's bare hind-legs, only a bit more covered by the flower-print PJs, and certainly not her dripping pony-pussy.
The kiss broke for a moment, and Dash pulled away, her lips coated in saliva, her tongue hanging out slightly.
"'Shy," she said, "we shouldn't—"
"Shush." Fluttershy kissed her again, hard, and grabbed hold of one of Dash's wings with her other hand, and began kneading and stroking the soft feathers, which made Dash moan loudly into her mouth, loud enough that it would have sent Fluttershy running if she'd heard it down the hall. Dash jerked her hips up involuntarily as the kiss went on, and when she came back down to the couch cushions, ground her pussy against them for friction.
Like the first, the second kiss eventually ended. Dash broke away panting, staring into Fluttershy's eyes, which were devilish and sparkled with a hidden, intense flame.
"PJs off," Fluttershy said with a hungry grin.
Dash gulped, nodded, and pulled her pajama bottoms the rest of the way down. She took off her top too, revealing the rest of her soft, blue chest.
Fluttershy smiled and gave Dash's chest a rub before she dived down the couch, between Dash's legs and right towards the prize of her dripping wet pony-pussy.
As Fluttershy stuck out her tongue and gave Dash's drooling slit a firm, introductory lick, Dash seized, clenched her legs around the back of Fluttershy's head, and moaned ferociously. She bucked her hips and pressed her cunt forward onto Fluttershy's face as she came, moaning louder than even the pony in the video managed when the volume was up.
Dash kept her legs clenched around Fluttershy's head until her orgasm subsided, and then even a little after, her body gradually relaxing from its seizure-like state with a healthy dose of extra filly-juice between her legs and chemicals dancing through her brain like hot, white lightning.
"Ready for more?," Fluttershy asked with another grin.
Her tongue went like a whirlwind over Dash's pussy. Well, that is to say, it didn't move necessarily so fast, or so frantically, but it was everywhere, moving from top to bottom, between her lips and over them and inside and licking her walls and outside up and above pressing down on her clit, parting the hood and finding it and lapping in little circles, slurping it up with her tongue curled up like a hot-dog bun, just mashing her entire face into Dash's crotch and slobbering all over her cunt. Dash heard the sounds of the tape playing in her head, the moans of the pink pony around the punky girl's little finger as she came, and came, and came.
"Cumming!" Dash blurted out. She knew the pony in the video never announced it, it was the one part she hated, she always liked when the mares told you they were getting off, so you could see the look of anticipation in their faces, if they were on screen, you could watch their bodies seize up and their legs raise and clench and even see the convulsions of their ass and pussy if you looked close enough, to verify, to prove they were really cumming, hard, because you couldn't fake that, your body couldn't lie about what was really happening to it. Dash liked to add the extra touch, just to be sure. No confusion. Like a preview of the dessert menu before you ordered for the night.
Dash soaked Fluttershy's face as she came. Pony-pussies can make a lot of juice, as it turns out. Maybe someone should start a boutique industry.
The tape was finished when Dash came down from her second orgasm. But when she looked down between her legs, which were kicked up a bit, floating in the air from where they'd hovered as her orgasm grabbed her by the cunt and shook her around—she saw Fluttershy's face, with that same, diabolical grin as she licked the pony-pussy juice off her lips.
"Ready for round three?" she asked sweetly.
From now on, Dash thought to herself, movie night should have an 'after-hours' section every time.