Tank bit down sharply on Dash’s muzzle.

“Gah!” Dash shouted, flailing as she was rudely awoken. “Tank, what the hay?”

He nodded at the alarm clock.

“Shit! I’m gonna be late to get a Ponymon!”

Dash jumped out of bed and ran to the closet, throwing clothes around wildly. She fastened her saddlebags, grabbed her Ponymon balls, and donned a red hat. Jumping out the window without a second thought, she flew down towards the library.

Today was the first day of the annual Ponymon contest. Each year, ponies would dominate each other using ponyballs, and then force their enslaved ponies to fight to the climax. Anypony could be trapped in a ponyball, as long as they had recently had an orgasm. Some trainers even captured their opponents if they lost a battle.

Dash skid to a halt in front of a crowd at the library.

“Well, if it isn’t Rainbow Backstabbing Crash,” a pegasus exclaimed.

“Lightning Dust!” Dash spat on the ground. “What are you doing here?”

“Me? Oh, I was just getting this.” She held up a ponyball that had a small glowing red light on it, signalling it had a pony trapped inside. “It’s the most powerful pony Twilight had, and it’s all mine.”

“Hah!” Dash retorted. “I already figured out which of the three volunteers I’m going to pick!”

“Whatever, you’re lucky I hate you or I’d make you my bitch right here in front of everypony and trap you in a ponyball. I’ll be off facing the Apple Farm gym leader, if you and the other losers want to see how a real Ponymon trainer fights.”

Lightning Dust took off and flew towards the farm. A crowd of school fillies ran off after her, cheering. That left Dash alone at the library. She walked inside and saw Twilight cleaning up after the celebration.

“Hey, Twilight, I’m here for my Ponymon,” Dash said.

“That’s great but—”

“And I already know, I’m choosing Lyra!”

“—the ponies have already been chosen,” Twilight said.

Dash opened up the ponyball on the table, finding it empty. “What? Then, I’ll choose Cloud Kicker!”

She picked up the ponyball and it fell open, empty. “Uh,” Dash looked at the last one. “Octavia?’

Twilight frowned. “Sorry, Dash, Vinyl chose her. Better luck next year.”

“No!” Dash threw herself at Twilight’s hooves. “Please, Twilight, I need this! Last year Pinkie Pie captured me because I didn’t have a Ponymon to defend myself with! She made me. . . do things, Twilight. . . horrible things. . .”

“I’m sorry, I really am. Those are the rules, Dash. Only so many ponies are selected to be trainers, and the rest of us are the Ponymon. Maybe you can put up a good fight and get captured by a better trainer this year.”

“What about Spike? Yeah! Give me Spike!”

“Dash!” Twilight chided. “Spike is my Ponymon. Though, I suppose if we could find you a replacement volunteer. . .”

The duo heard a crashing noise as something fell out from the bookshelf.

“Scootaloo?” Dash and Twilight said in unison.

“Oh, hi!” she chirped. “I uh, wasn’t spying or anything.”

“That’s it! I’ll take Scootaloo.” Dash said.

“Is she even old enough to enter?” Twilight asked.

“Of course I am, I reached the age of consent this year,” Scootaloo answered.

Pinkie Pie popped out of a potted plant. “It’s true!” She vanished back into the soil.

Dash shook her head, then looked over at Scootaloo. The filly stood up proud, flaring her tiny wings.

“So.” Dash stood on all four hooves and smiled. “You still want to be taken under my wing, right? You’d do anything for your pal Dash?”

“Would I ever!” Scootaloo cheered.

“Well then, I’d like to enter you as my first Ponymon this year. Together we’ll be the very best!” Dash said.

Twilight levitated the rulebook over. “Well, it wouldn’t be breaking any rules. You just have to capture Scootaloo, per the rules.”

Scootaloo tilted her head. “Uh, I’m not familiar with the rules, what are they?”

“It’s simple, really. The Ponymon ball will transform you once you have an orgasm,” Twilight explained.

Scootaloo sat down and put a hoof on her chin in thought. “Hmm, what’s that?”

“You see, Scootaloo,” Twilight said. “When a filly and a colt love each other very muc—”

“Lay down and close your eyes,” Dash interrupted. “I’ll take it from here.”

Scootaloo rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes. She relaxed her legs and her wings twitched expectantly.

Dash pulled something out of her saddlebag and Scootaloo heard a buzzing noise. She was about to open her eyes and look when Dash pinned her to the floor with her foreleg. Just as Scootaloo was about to ask what was going on, she felt it enter her.

The vibrator slid into her pussy, pushing against the walls in a way Scootaloo had never known. She squirmed and gasped for for breath. “Da—Dash what i—is . . .”

“Hold still, Squirt, you’re gonna enjoy this,” Dash said.

Scootaloo opened her eyes and continued wiggling, feeling a fire burning up in her stomach. “B-but I—what is. . . stop!”

“Shhh, it’s okay, Scootaloo,” Dash cooed.

Her breathing was frantic as she felt muscles in her pussy clenching around the vibrator. Her entire stomach was tensing up, and her wings had gone rigid. Her legs were twitching and curling up against her.

“O-oh Celestia!” Scootaloo screamed as the orgasm hit her. She fell limp against the floor and her tongue flopped out.

“Great work, Squirt.”

“Fascinating,” Twilight observed. “She may be inexperienced and lack stamina, but her size and speed will make her an interesting competitor.”

There was a clicking sound, and Scootaloo felt a small round object hit her stomach. She opened her eyes and saw the air filled with a glowing red light.

“I appreciate this,” Dash consoled. “Now that the contest has started, it’s really hard to capture your first Ponymon. Every pony in town is on high alert.”

“I d-don’t know what t-to do,” Scootaloo said.

Twilight walked stood over her and smiled. “Just relax, and listen to what the Ponymon ball tells you. You’ll be reprogrammed into a Ponymon until the competition is over.”

“Wait, reprogram—” She gasped as the Ponymon ball knocked the wind out of her.

The tendrils of red light grabbed Scootaloo and she felt a portal of energy sucking her into the ball. Her legs and wings were pinned to her side, and she felt like a crumbled piece of paper. The ball closed around her, and she squirmed around against the cold metal interior of the ball.

She continued to shrink, feeling chains and shackles pin her inside the Ponymon ball spread eagle. Vibrations began to pass through her pussy again and she moaned.

You are a Ponymon now. You will serve your master Dash.

“Yes! I want to help Dash,” Scootaloo replied.

You will live to make her happy.

She continued to wiggle as the Ponymon ball teased her to the edge of orgasm.

You will fight for Dash.

“Sure, I’ll fight for Dash.”

You live only to serve Dash. You will screw everypony until she wins the tournament.

“Wait, what? But I—”

You are a Ponymon now. You do not think.

Scootaloo felt her mind go blank and began searching for the words to describe what was happening. She couldn’t form more than a word at a time, and the vibrations in her pussy distracted her from even that.

You are a Ponymon.

“I am a Ponymon,” Scootaloo echoed.

You live only to serve Dash.

“I live to—I want—I will serve Dash.”

You do not think. You only want Dash to be happy.

“I won’t think. Make Dash happy.”

Obey. Do not think.

“Scoot. Sco-scootaloo! aloo!”

Dash watched as the Ponymon ball stopped vibrating. The button turned red, signalling a successful capture. She smiled and sat down against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief. “Whew, the hardest part is over. Now I just need to find another pony or two to capture to round out my team.”

She looked down at the Ponymon ball, and picked it up in her hoof. She attached it to her magnetic saddlebag belt. Dash reached for the vibrator to put it away, and had another idea.

“Hmm, Scootaloo already went and got it lubed up for me. I suppose I have some time to spare.”

Twilight watched silently, forgotten by Dash, as she took the Ponymon ball back off the belt and hit the button. A red beam shot out, materializing Scootaloo.

“Scoot-scootaloo?” she asked.

“Squirt, use penetrate on this vibrator!” Dash ordered.

“Aloo-Scoot!” She grabbed the vibrator and turned it on, then stuck it in her mouth. She pounced on Dash and thrust it into her pussy. The lubed up plastic dildo slid right in, quickly bottoming out as Scootaloo’s muzzle hit her snatch.

Dash leaned back and relaxed as her first Ponymon got to work giving her a well earned happy ending.

Meanwhile, Twilight shook her head in disapproval and went back to studying the rulebook.

After Dash’s little nap, she walked out in front of the library and saw Twilight training Spike. She was creating small illusions for him to fight.

“Hey, Twi, nice Ponymon. I didn’t know those things worked on dragons,” Dash said.

“Oh, want to fight my Spike?” Twilight asked. “I’m curious to see what Scootaloo can do.”

“Spi-spike!”

“Sure,” Dash said. She pulled out her Ponymon ball. “But you’re gonna lose!”

“Ha!” Twilight scoffed. “There’s no way a level five Scootaloo can beat Spike!”

“Wanna bet Spike on it? Or maybe I’ll capture you when I win!”

Twilight shook her head. “Don’t push your luck. You want to practice or not?”

“Ugh, fine, practice match.” Dash landed and threw the Ponymon ball on the ground.

Scootaloo and her scooter materialized on the battlefield. “Sc-scootaloo?”

Dash adjusted her red cap, putting it on backwards. “It’s time to teach Twilight and Spike a lesson, Scootaloo. Use quick attack!”

Scootaloo jumped onto her scooter and began to zoom around the lawn in front of the library.

“Spike, use flamethrower!”

He shot out emerald flames at Scootaloo, but was not quick enough to hit her. Scootaloo swung around and tackled Spike.

“Good work, now use blow job!”

Scootaloo looked down at Spike in confusion. He was covered in scales and his dick was nowhere in sight. “Scoot-scootaloo?”

“Spike, sand attack!”

He grabbed two handfuls of dirt and threw them in her eyes. Scootaloo fell to the ground and flailed around.

“Now, use penetrate!”

Spike jumped on top of her and his dick began to grow out of its sheath. It was dripping pre-cum and posed to easily enter Scootaloo.

“You can do it, Squirt! Double-team!”

Scootaloo began thrashing and buzzing her wings, trying to gain momentum. Spike slammed his cock into her dripping pussy before she could escape and began thrusting.

“Great work, Spike! Now, keep thrusting until she cums!”

“Hang in there, Scootaloo! Use head butt, and try to tighten up your muscles!”

“Sp-spike!” He thrust in faster and faster.

Scootaloo bashed Spike in the nose with her forehead. It dazed him for a second, and she began to milk his tiny dragon cock with her tight pussy muscles.

“Use enlarge!” Twilight ordered.

Spike’s cock nearly tripled in size, filling up Scootaloo and pinning her in place. She squealed as he began to thrust again, pushing her near the edge.

“Hang in there, Scootaloo! You can do it!” Dash cheered.

“Sco—Sco—SCOOOOOtaloo!”

The filly’s wings shot out stiff as a plank of wood, and began buzzing wildly.

“That’s it! Double team, evade his dick!”

She was vibrating furiously, creating a blurred image of herself. Spike could barely tell where he was supposed to stick his dick anymore, and then Twilight realized what was happening.

“She’s vibrating, Spike! Pull out! Harden!”

“Sp-Spike?”

The dragon felt his ass clench and his cock twitch. The rigid dick twitched, and spewed its load into Scootaloo. As he went limp and retracted, she kicked him off and jumped to her hooves.

“Scootaloo!”

Dash ran over and hugged the filly. “Yeah! You did it, Scootaloo!”

Twilight sighed and shook her head. A red beam shot out of her Ponymon ball, and sucked Spike inside of it. “Good try, Spike. Maybe Ms. Cake will sell us some rare candies.”

Dash flew over and landed right in front of Twilight. “Ha! I told you I’d beat you!”

Twilight’s horn began to glow. “If you want a real fight, how about you and I battle and the loser becomes a Ponymon?”

“Whoa, take it easy. Remember what I said? I’m trying not to become a Ponymon sex slave this year.” Dash asked.

“Then you’d better stop writing checks with your muzzle your flank can’t cash.” Twilight powered down her horn. “Scootaloo there has potential. Don’t do anything reckless to get caught, or you’ll both end up as somepony else’s Ponymon.”

Dash looked back and saw Scootaloo grooming herself. Her marshmallow body had been enhanced and made more durable by the Ponymon ball. As she licked her own snatch clean, Dash tried to keep her wings from stiffening up. She looked back at Twilight.

“Yeah, thanks for the advice. Me and Scootaloo have a gym leader to beat! Um. . . where’s the nearest gym?”

Twilight facehoofed. “Sweet Apple Acres, gym leader Big Mac.”

“Right and I need gym badges before I can fight the Elite Whores in Canterlot?” Dash asked.

“Yes.”

“This is going to be so awesome!” Dash ran back and threw Scootaloo onto her back. “Come on, Squirt, let’s go capture us a Ponymon for you to play with! Who was that little colt you had the crush on?”

“Sco—aloo?”

“Oh, right. Hey, Twilight, how come they can only say their name?” Dash asked.

Twilight chuckled. “Silly Dash, we all know Ponymon can’t speak our language.”

“But she was speaking it an hour ago, and she can still say her name. It’s not like she forgot how.”

“Dash,” Twilight scolded. “It just is, don’t ask stupid questions! Ponymon are only allowed to say their name, otherwise they wouldn’t be so cute! And the number one rule about disguising slavery, rape, and foalcon is to make cute!”

Dash smiled knowingly. “Oh, now I get it.”

“Good, because I need to get to Canterlot. I’ve been selected as one of the Elite Whores this year,” she explained.

Dash jumped up and down, feeling Scootaloo bounce on her back. “Awesome! I just beat an Elite Whore!”

“Well don’t celebrate too quickly, by the time you reach me in Canterlot I’ll have a full team of six Ponymon.” Twilight winked seductively. “Which you and Scootaloo can still be on. . .”

“Hah! Fat chance. We’re gonna win the championship this year!”

“Scoot-Scootaloo!”

“Well then, my final piece of advice.” Twilight walked up to Dash and whispered into her ear. “Make sure you masterbate your Scootaloo two to three times a day. A horny Ponymon is a weak Ponymon, remember that.”

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It’s Scootaloo!

“And so our brave young Ponymon trainer and her first Ponymon walked off into the sunset. What new challenges would await? Would Dash succeed in her quest to make everypony cum? Will Scoo—”

“Pinkie Pie? What are you doing?” Thunderlane asked.

Pinkie turned around slowly, letting her hair fall flat as a sadistic smile crossed her face.

“Rainbow, go away, come again another day.

Thunderlane is here to play.

Rain, rain, go away” Pinkie chanted.

“Uh, Pinkie.” Thunderlane began to back up.

“A runner? Oh I love a challenge. Lyra, I choose you!”

Pinkie threw her Ponymon ball out. A red beam arced to the ground, and out came Lyra. She took one look at Thunderlane and growled.

“Now, Pinkie, don’t be rash! I don’t want to fight you or be a Ponymon slave this year. Last year, Cloud Kicker caught me and I still haven’t heard the end of it!” Thunderlane flared his wings and prepared to take off.

“Lyra, use wrap!”

“Ly-lyra! Ra!”

She sprinted forward, her horn glowing. Thunderlane felt his wings get pinned to his side, preventing him from running off.

“You asked for it,” Thunderlane shouted. From between his legs his cock fell down and began to harden. “After I finish with Lyra, I’m capturing you Pinkie Pie!”

“Lyra, use hidden power!”

The minty pony began to glow, and was quickly adorned in a latex corset and socks. Her sexy hocks and flanks only made Thunderlane harder. He chuckled, until a latex net materialized and was launched at him.

He narrowly dodged the latex weapon. “Hey! What kind of hidden power is that?” Thunderlane shouted.

“Haven’t you read the fourth edition rules?” Pinkie laughed and began to recite them. “A Ponymon’s fetishes can now be used as special or hidden moves. Lyra, tackle!”

Thunderlane jumped into the air, flexing his wings. He managed to break Lyra’s grasp, landing on her back as she tried to tackle him. He took two giant hooffulls of hair and pinned her to the ground. “Hah, Lyra, you’ll have to be faster than that!”

“Lyra! Ly-Lyra!”

“Oh drats,” Pinkie said. “Hmm... do a barrel roll!”

Lyra obediently rolled over, trying to dislodge the stallion that was mounting her. Instead, she only presented her plot to his throbbing penis. With a loud gasp, Lyra was penetrated by Thunderlane. He began to thrust in and out of her moist pussy with his well-endowed cock.

“Hang in there, Lyra, use mirror coat!”

Thunderlane tightened his grip, thrusting in hard to keep Lyra off her balance. He bit the inside of his lip, knowing his only hope was to outlast the mare. If he failed now, he’d be captured and forced to fight in sexy, sexy battles. This year, Thunderlane just wanted to be left alone for a change.

Beneath him, the latex accoutrements became shiny as a mirror, and slippery as an oiled pig.

“What on Equestria?” he asked.

“It’s mirror coat,” Pinkie explained. “It makes her latex battle armor super shiny, and reflects any cum-shot based attacks. It also makes her very slippery. Now, Lyra, spin attack and deep throat!”

Lyra clenched down on his dick as he was on the upstroke. She pulled forward, and Thunderlane lost his grip. With a wet plop, his dick fell out and hit the ground. Lyra rolled over, kicking him in the nuts.

Thunderlane fell to his knees, and Lyra quickly tackled him, knocking him to the ground. She climbed over him and licked her lips, quickly sucking his cock into her mouth and down her throat.

“Gah! This can’t be happening!” Thunderlane shouted. “Help!”

“Haha! Pinkie is going to win! Yay me!” She bounced around and got her party cannon out. “This calls for a celebration!”

Thunderlane was struggling to get free. His wings had gone erect, and could no longer be used to fly. Lyra’s expert tongue and well-timed suckling were bringing him quickly to orgasm. He felt her juices hit his nose, and realized her snatch was just inches from his face.

He tilted his head up, thrusting his tongue into Lyra’s pussy. She stopped working his shaft as an electric sensation reached her brain.

“Mmllyrammm,” Lyra mumbled with his cock in her mouth.

Pinkie looked back and saw Thunderlane shoving his muzzle and tongue into Lyra’s pussy. He nipped at her clitoris and Lyra stopped the blow job completely.

“Focus, Lyra! Use constrict on his balls!” Pinkie shouted.

Lyra looked down his shaft at the two wrinkly, saggy balls. Her horn glowed, and a small green ring formed around them.

Thunderlane felt something pull his balls tight, tugging them down away from his shaft. The skin along his entire dick went taut from the tugging. His now smooth, taut dick slid even more easily in and out of Lyra’s greedy embrace. Her tongue lapped at the head of his dick, then she thrust it back down her moist, wet throat.

He couldn’t resist any longer. With each tug on his balls and thrust down her throat, he felt himself pass further past the point of no return.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Thunderlane yelled. He exploded inside Lyra’s throat, filling her up with his sperm. Load after load shot into her mouth and Lyra greedily consumed it all. There was simply too much for her to take in so quickly, and it began dribbling out of her nose and mouth. She continued milking him, sucking every drop of sperm possible out.

After a few minutes, Thunderlane had gone limp—figuratively and literally. Lyra pulled herself off and began licking her muzzle clean.

“Excellent work!” Pinkie cheered. A red beam shot out, re-capturing Lyra into her Ponymon ball. Inside the ball, Lyra squealed in glee. When not in battle, she was vacuum sealed in a latex prison within the Ponymon ball. Small vibrating orbs in her pussy and ass teased and pleasured her until she was called on again by her master.

Pinkie threw a Ponymon ball at Thunderlane, hitting him in the head with it. The ball popped open, and began to pull him inside.

He was so groggy he barely felt it happening. Sliding across the ground, his head entered the Ponymon ball. Thunderlane’s wildest fetishes began to fill his mind as the Ponymon ball broke him to its will. Within seconds, his mind was filled with images of a large snake swallowing him whole.

He could feel its long moist throat pulling him in, closing around him, and sealing his fate. As the Ponymon ball clicked closed, Thunderlane was imagining himself in the stomach of a giant predator.

You are Pinkie Pie’s Ponymon.

“Yes, I want to be her Ponymon!”

You live to serve Pinkie Pie.

“I live to serve Pinkie!”

You will only cum at her command.

“I will cum at her command!”

No longer will you touch yourself in bed at night.

“Wait, but I like—”

No longer!

Thunderlane felt the imaginary predator’s stomach contract, causing him to have a small orgasm. The last of his mental fortitude failed.

You will no longer choke the little pony.

“I will no longer choke My Little Pony.”

You do not think, you do not speak. You are a Ponymon. You obey.

“Thunder-thunder Lane!”

Outside, the Ponymon ball froze, and a red light clicked on. It had successfully captured Thunderlane.

“Yes!” Pinkie cheered. She fired her party cannon into the air. “I got my second Ponymon! Now Lyra, Thunderlane, and I am going to find Dash and capture her too! She gives really good hoof jobs!”

“And so Pinkie trotted into the sunset after Dash, narrating her own departure, like a boss. Soon, the rest of the mane six would be her Ponymon sex slaves. Maybe this year she would win the grand prize of the Ponymon league: the winner of the league could pick one pony to remain their Ponymon slave until the end of the next competition.”

Trixie looked through her binoculars at Dash and Scootaloo. They were currently eating ice cream like the naive little dweebs Trixie believed them to be.

“Can you believe Twilight tried to ban me from the games this year?” she asked.

“Gil-Gilda!”

“I know, right? The audacity of her. Just because I ‘accidently’ forgot to release my ponies that one time! And that one other time. . . and the time I kept Snips and Snails—You know what, Trixie will break whatever rules she wants!”

“Gilda?” the griffin asked.

“That’s right, especially the rule against playing dirty. I’m going to capture Dash’s Scootaloo, and then I’m going to capture Dash. Once I have the entire mane six enslaved as Ponymon, Trixie will rule Equestria!”

“Gild-gild!”

“Hahahahah!” Trixie stood up and launched fireworks into the air.

“Rather um. . . melodramatic, wouldn’t you say?” Fluttershy asked.

Trixie jumped back in shock. “Bah! What are you doing sneaking up on the Grea—”

“Um. No. Stop referring to yourself in the third person.” Fluttershy reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a Ponymon ball. “If you do it again, things are going to get ugly.”

“Hah! Trixie does not fear weak little Pegasi. Trixie is far more powerful then you can ever hope to b—”

Fluttershy threw the Ponymon ball forward. There was a blinding flash, and a wyvern appeared.

"But—that's cheating!" Trixie shouted.

"Nope. It's thinking outside the box. Mr. Cuddles, get rid of her. Use Cock Slap."

"Gilda, eviscerate him!"

The wyvern stood on its hind legs and roared, swinging its massive dick in front of him as it grew and solidified. It was as long as Gilda was tall. The griffin lunged forward to slice the cock to shreds. With a loud crack, the wyvern brought his dick down and flattened Gilda.

"Mr. Cuddles, Tail Whip!"

Trixie threw up her arms and screamed. "No! Please don't!"

Cuddles spun around, sweeping Gilda and Trixie into the air with his tail. The force of the impact launched them off into the sunset.

The last thing Fluttershy heard was this: "Trixie's blasting off again!"

"Thank you, Mr. Cuddles. You're just such a sweet little wyvern, yes you are." Fluttershy walked up and began scratching under his chin. In moments, he was laying on his back with his hind left leg twitching. She proceeded to rub his tummy and curl up next to him for a nap.

Author's Note

On the next chapter of Ponymon: Dash runs into her rival, Lightning Dust. Her heated temper leads her into a one on one battle. Can Dash emerge victorious with the help of her newest Ponymon?

It needs about. . . 20% more foalcon.