As our heroes move ever closer to the Elite Whores, Dash finds herself facing her first gym leader! With only two Ponymon, will Dash have what it takes? Or, has she bitten onto more than she can swallow? Only one way to—

“Dammit, Pinkie!” Dash shouted. She watched the pink mare leap out of the tree and run away. She turned to Big Mac and apologized. “Sorry, she’s got this thing about narrating my life or something. Anyway, yes, I’m here to kick your flank!”

Big Mac chuckled, and ran a hoof along his balls. He then ran a hoof along his Ponymon balls. “Eeyup, I thought you’d never ask. And when I win, and make you my Ponymon, I’m gonna retire from the competition and spend the rest of it tapping that fine ass of yours.”

Dash blushed, crossing her hind legs as she bit her lip. If he wants to fight dirty, we’ll fight dirty. . . he won’t be expecting Futaloo, or the Spa Twins!

“And if I win, you’ve got to uh. . . give me Vinyl,” Dash stated. I could really use a unicorn.

“Deal. We’ll go best of three, no substitutions. May the best stallion win.”

“Hah! As if.” Dash spit on the ground and adjusted her red baseball cap to point backwards, like a certified Bad Ass Mare Mother-Fucker (or BAMMF).

The two ponies stepped up to the painted rectangle in the dirt field. A camera slowly swiveled around, panning through a view of the stadium. Ponies were suddenly there, filling the conveniently placed bleachers with little or no measures taken for their safety should a stray lightning bolt head their way.

Dash got out her Ponymon gear to get info on the battlefield.

Dirt Arena - A Dirt Arena

Length: Fifty feet Width: Fifty feet.

A dirt arena. Earth Ponymon are stronger here. Did you really need your Ponymon gear to tell you this?

“You can do it, Dashie!” Pinkie yelled from the crowd. She had a giant “Dash #1” foam finger on her hoof.

“Alright, Futaloo, time for your big debut,” Dash said to the Ponymon ball.

Big Mac stepped up to the line, throwing out his Ponymon ball. Seconds later, Apple Pie appeared. Dash took this opportunity to scan her as well.

Apple Pie - The All-American Ponymon

WT: 75lbs HT: 34in Type:Earth/Mud Pony

When leveled up during incest, Apple Bloom evolves to Apple Pie. While the first evolution maintains the same size, the vaginal wetness is doubled and vaginal capacity is tripled. Her loose, moist folds are known to secrete four gallons of natural lubricant daily.

If spotted, please report the Apple Family to Foal Protective Services.

“Alright, Futaloo, looks like we have our work cut out for us. Plus, you’re totally gonna get to bang your best friend!” Dash tossed the Ponymon ball out into the arena.

Futaloo popped out, and looked back at Dash. “Oh come on! You want me to bang her?”

“Apple Pie! Pie! Pie!” She jumped around, giggling, and making a slapping sound with her slippery loose labia.

“Yeah, Squirt! You can do it!” Dash cheered.

“But the Ponydex said incest! Eww!”

Big Mac looked around nervously as Futaloo shouted that out loud enough for everyone to hear it. “I uh. . . Apple Pie, Motorboat!”

“Pie!” She sprinted forward towards Futaloo, who was still distracted and arguing with Dash. By the time Futaloo turned around, it was too late.

Apple Pie leapt at Futaloo, landing square on her face. She began to wiggle her tits back and forth in Futaloo’s face.

Futaloo was powerless to resist the motorboating, as Apple Pie’s teats were at least a BB cup. Her erection began to form as her cock slipped out of its sheath.

“Crap!” Dash shouted. “Futaloo, use swipe!”

Futaloo promptly slammed her leg into the side of Apple’s head, knocking her into the dirt.

“Now, use Cutie Mark Crusader Gynecologists!”

Futaloo leapt onto Apple Pie, thrusting her legs inside the gaping pussy. She leaned forward to look inside. “Wow.” As she shouted, the word echoed down Apple Pie’s stretched canal, until finally bouncing back out several seconds later. “Big Mac really did a number on you.”

“Apple Pie, use unbirthing!” Big Mac yelled.

She slapped Futaloo’s ass, causing her to gasp, and Apple Pie shoved her face-first inside her pussy. Futaloo screamed as the muscular walls clamped down around her shoulders. A loud wet slurping sound was all she could hear as she slid in up to her wings.

Dash looked down to her Ponymon gear as if it would hold the answers. She didn’t even want to know what kind of freaky sexual fetish was involved in training a filly to unbirth ponies, but knew that Futaloo would lose if she didn’t act fast.

She scrolled down the move list for Futaloo, even checking the Technical Machines and Hidden Machines she had. Unfortunately, it’d only been like two days and her choices were pretty limited. Most of the moves had less than thirty-five power.

“Uh, oh! Buzz your wings!”

Futaloo began buzzing like a hummingbird, sending vibrations through Apple Pie.

“Faster, Futaloo!”

It was getting hard for the hermaphroditic filly to breath inside the Apple family’s largest cooch. Futaloo buzzed her wings faster, feeling Apple clench down her muscles around herself. Thankfully, Futaloo was much bigger than her dick, and thus was able to fit inside the gaping pussy. The vibrations ran through Apple Pie’s clitoris, electrifying her spine.

With her pussy on autopilot, Apple Pie was helpless. “Apple, use evasion! Double team! Sand attack!” Big Mac shouted.

She kicked her legs around in ecstasy, unable to obey her owners commands. Futaloo was running out of air, and her buzzing started to slow. With one last burst of energy, she buzzed her wings.

Apple Pie climaxed hard.

Futaloo felt something hit her in the face as she was shot out of Apple Pie’s pussy. She landed some twenty feet away, covered in Apple Pie’s marecum. In the middle of the arena, her opponent was sleeping soundly from the thorough fucking she had just received.

“Apple Pie, return!” Big Mac held his Ponymon ball up, causing a red laser to shoot out of it and hit his sister-turned-Ponymon in the face.

“Money shot!” Pinkie shouted from the crowd.

Futaloo stood up, dripping wet head to hoof in marecum. “Gross!” She licked her lips, tasting the apples. “No wait, it tastes like apple pie!”

“Gross,” Dash muttered, shaking her head.

“Vinyl, I choose you!” Big Mac shouted, striking a pose in case a camera was pointed at him at that very moment.

Seconds later, a glossy-white Vinyl appeared in the arena. Her skin looked almost porcelain, her body and abilities heightened when she became a Ponymon.

“Uh, Dash?!” Futaloo shouted out. “A little help here?”

Vinyl Scratch - DJ Pus3

WT: ?? HT: 48in Type: Unicorn / Wubs

The last researcher to attempt to catalog her weight received multiple hairline fractures to his ribs from “wubs”. Since then, researchers have been advised to bring ear-plugs and exercise caution when the DJ is around her equipment.

Theorized to have found the “G-Note”, which can make any pony who hears it orgasm. If such an ability exists, it likely is a very rare, overpowered TM, with a 35% accuracy, and a power of over 9,000.

“Futaloo, got any earplugs?” Dash shouted.

“What?! No, why would I have those?” Futaloo asked. She turned to face Vinyl, not wanting her opponent to get the drop on her.

“Vinyl, use the bass cannon!” Big Mac commanded.

“Pus-Three!” Vinyl shouted, pulling out a fully function bass-cannon.

“Wow, that things big as a house,” Futaloo observed.

“That’s no house, it’s a bass cannon!” Dash shouted. “Quick Attack, before it charges!”

Vinyl’s magic was quickly plugging the four 110-volt power plugs into the nearest surge protector, connecting the subwoofers to a non-copyright protected bass song, and cranking the dial up to 47. . . out of 10.

Futaloo was already on her Scooter, racing towards Vinyl like a filly out of Pedo Bear’s candy store. She flew up into the air, flinging her scooter straight at Vinyl.

Vinyl’s eyes went wide as the scooter flew towards her face. She managed to hit the button on the bass cannon, just as it hit and cracked her sunglasses in half.

She flew backwards, falling to the ground, as the loudest fucking bass-drop known to pony blasted out of the bass cannon.

Futaloo felt it before she heard it, pushing against her internal organs like some sort of fifty-ton wrecking ball. She couldn’t breathe, as she was flung backwards by the low pressure wave. The bass note was so loud and deep that it created a partial vacuum, which collapsed milliseconds later.

The secondary explosion kicked up dirt, obscuring Futaloo and Vinyl from view. As the dust settled, the entire orchard continued to rumble. The crowd was going wild, their screaming and cheering nearly drowning out the rogue bass cannon.

Seconds later, it fired off towards the crowd. . .

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The Great and Powerful Trixie was sneaking up towards the stage to watch Futaloo fight. As the only known Futa-pony, and one that could talk no less, she really wanted to steal it. Just as she rounded the corner of the bleachers, a massive sound wave hit her, launching her straight up into the air.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie’s blasting off again!”

Pinkie gasped in surprise. “Wow, that’s random, and when I’m saying it, you know it’s true!”

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Futaloo got to her hooves, shakily, and looked over at the bass cannon. Vinyl was limping towards it.

“Quick, Futaloo, use double-penetration!” Dash shouted. Her Ponymon slowly limped forward.

“Vinyl, use the G-Note!” Big Mac ordered.

Dash’s eyes went wide as Big Mac grinned, and slipped ear plugs into his ears.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dash looked around for something to plug her ears with.

Vinyl jammed her hoof onto a large red button, conveniently labeled “DO NOT PUSH”.

Futaloo cocked her head to the side in confusion as the bass cannon roared to life. A low resonant tone filled the air. Unlike the previous attack, this one could not be heard, it could only be felt.

Every inch of Futaloo’s body was vibrating, as the G-Note was actually the resonant frequency of a pony. Instead of making Futaloo explode like those singers that explode wine glasses with their voice, this one made her orgasm.

Futaloo, Dash, and a crowd full of a hundred ponies screamed in ecstasy as they shot their semen and marecum all over the dirt. Everypony assembled writhed in ecstasy under the firepower of the G-note.

A couple minutes later, Dash had recovered, but Futaloo had not. “G-good work. . . Futaloo.” Dash recalled her to the Ponymon ball.

“Looks like it’s up to you, Spa Twins. I believe in you!” Dash tossed out the Ponymon ball, and seconds later two ponies popped out.

Big Mac shot them a confused look. “Twins?! That’s got to be against the rules.” He looked down at his Ponydex, and moments later shrugged. “Huh, weird, looks like the rules were updated.”

Dash stuck her tongue out at him, then turned to the twins. “Seaweed wrap!”

“Drop the bass!” Big Mac yelled.

“Puss-three!”

“Lotus!”

Vinyl used her magic to lift up the bass cannon, and slam it down on Lotus.

“Protect!” Dash shouted.

Lotus and Aloe swirled seaweed in the air as the bass cannon descended on them, creating an impenetrable barrier that can block one attack before breaking. It protected them from damage, and they charged forward at Vinyl.

“Vinyl, use ecstasy!” Mac ordered.

She started throwing blue pills towards Lotus and Aloe, but it was not very effective. Lotus accidently swallowed one, but Aloe landed on Vinyl seconds later, wrapping her in the seaweed.

Dash cheered and gave the air a brohoof. “Tighter! Then give her a dual horn job / fellatio!”

“Lotus! Aloe!” the two Ponymon said.

Vinyl squirmed as they tightened the seaweed wrap until she could barely breathe. It was like a corset, only wetter, and sexier.

“Vinyl, use mirror shield!” Mac yelled.

Vinyl’s horn lit up as Aloe put her lips around it and began swirling her tongue against it. Her mind instantly went blank as pure bliss flooded Vinyl’s mind. Seconds later, she felt a broad flat tongue against her marehood, lapping up every trace of moisture from her pussy.

“Good work, keep it up!” Dash shouted.

Aloe took Vinyl’s entire horn into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it with her wet lips. Meanwhile, Lotus sought out her clit with her tongue.

“Evasion! Come on, Vinyl!” Big Mac commanded.

It was too late. Vinyl exploded in orgasm, literally. Her horn shot out a torrent of magic, blasting Aloe backwards. Lotus was luckier, getting only a small squirt of marecum in her face.

Big Mac scowled, before returning Vinyl to her Ponymon ball. He then sighed, and tossed it over to Dash. “You win, and since it’s dangerous to go alone, take this.” He walked over and handed her a golden and red apple badge, signifying she had beaten her first gym leader.

“Aww yeah!” Dash shouted, doing a backflip.

“So what now?” Mac asked.

“Oh, I’ve got to head to Dodge Junction and get the gym badge there!”

“The buffalo badge? Heh, good luck,” Mac said. “Want me to come with yo—”

Dash had already run off towards Dodge Junction, overly excited and wanting to waste no time.

Mac shook his head. “Mares, can’t live with them, can’t sexually dominate them year-round.”

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It’s Colgate!

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Dash was running down the road heading out of Ponyville when she got to the tall grass. She slowed down, and looked for a way around it. unfortunately, there was a cliff three feet high in front of her: an insurmountable obstacle.

She paced back and forth for a few minutes, knowing that the second she stepped in the tall grass, a battle with a worthless wild Ponymon would begin. Sure, it was a random thing, but somehow Dash knew it would happen over and over.

Sighing, and with no way over the aforementioned three foot high cliff which definitely could not be stepped, jumped, skipped, flown, or pole vaulted over, Dash stepped into the tall grass.

A wild Colgate appears!

Go, Futaloo!

Dash sighed inwardly. She already had a unicorn, but she decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a spare. She could always trade it to a total stranger as if she were a used toy for a shinier toy.

“Futaloo, use bedroom eyes!”

Futaloo laid down and batted her eyelashes, widening her eyes seductively.

Colgate looked at her, blinking in confusion.

The wild Colgate can no longer escape!

Colgate used Retreat.

It failed!

Dash looked down at her Ponydex, realizing she had left it turned on. She disabled it, thus silencing the annoying notifications that kept telling instead of showing.

“Futaloo, fuck her brains out!”

She leapt forward onto Colgate, trying to thrust her dick into her pussy. Unfortunately, she was frothy and slippery. Colgate continued to secrete used-toothpaste from her pores, making it hard for Futaloo to keep her grip.

Dash watched as she pulled out some sort of dental tool and shoved it into Futaloo’s pussy. It vanished inside, and began vibrating wildly. She quickly went erect from the arousing vibrations.

Futaloo finally hit her mark and thrust into Colgate, the slippery toothpaste making it much easier. She started to fuck her, when Colgate whipped out the dental floss.

Dash shook her head. “Futaloo, retreat!”

It was too late. Colgate had already slapped dozens of strands of dental floss around her wings and legs, binding them all to her torso. Colgate then flipped her over and used Futaloo like some sort of living-dildo sex toy. As she bounced up and down on Futaloo, Dash ran over to intervene.

She slipped in the toothpaste and fell to the floor. Dash struggled back to her hooves and watched Futaloo losing the battle to orgasm.

Colgate, being a wild Ponymon, lacked self-control and orgasmed at the same time as Futaloo. Had these both been wild Ponymon, Colgate would have woken up and left, however there was a Ponymon trainer just feet away.

Dash reached blindly into her bag of empty Ponymon balls and pulled one out, throwing it at Colgate.

There was a bright red flash and Colgate was sucked inside the Ponymon ball.

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As Colgate was sucked into the Ponymon ball, her state was changed from wild to capture mode. Her intellect was restored to give her a fighting chance to resist, and choose between life as a wild Ponymon, or life as a trainer’s pet Ponymon.

Colgate blinked a few times, realizing she’d been captured. She struggled, kicking against the padded walls around her. Tonight was the big wild Ponymon orgy down at the lake, and all the wild Ponymon were going to have tons of sex. There was no way Colgate would let somepony capture her, and ruin six months of Pony-style unprotected sex in the tall grass!

“Let me out, fucker!” she screamed.

Bad baby. You do not swear. You do not think. You obey.

“I’m not a baby, I’m a wild Ponymon!” She bucked the wall again, her hooves making a dull thud in the padding.

No. You are my precious baby. You will spend your months inside of this Ponymon ball, suckling a pacifier, and only leave to service your Mistress, Dash.

Colgate shrugged her shoulders. At least she’d been captured by Rainbow Dash. “I. . . well I still don’t want to!”

From the void several mechanical arms appeared, puffing baby powder all over her flanks and sliding a cloth padded diaper over her backside. It fit perfectly, more perfectly than any real diaper had a right too, and Colgate moaned from the soft velvety feel against her labia as it was velcroed in place.

You’re Dashie’s little baby. You do not think. You obey.

“N-no. . .”

Another arm flew forward, knocking her to the side. She found herself laying on her back against the padded wall as a pacifier was lowered. A clear fluid was sprayed on the pacifier, and it was then jammed in her mouth.

“MmmpH!”

You do not think. You only obey. Who is a good baby?

Colgate thrashed around as a large swaddling blanket was lowered, and started to wrap her up. She got one final kick against the Ponymon ball, causing it to vibrate. The pacifier in her mouth had been super-glued in place, and she could not spit it out.

Worse yet, it seemed the glue was also a powerful aphrodisiac. Already she needed her diaper changed, as she had filled it with minty mare cum. The blanket had completely wrapped her up below the neck, and she felt so warm and sleepy.

Who is a good baby?

Colgate cooed, and wiggled inside the blanket, quickly losing the will to fight.

You only obey.

I. . . don’t. . . want. . .

The Ponymon ball lowered a rattle, shaking it tauntingly, before pushing it against her marehood. Even through the blanket and moist diaper, Colgate could feel the powerful vibrations. It continued the assault until she orgasmed and her mind blanked.

I obey. Good baby.

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Dash watched the ball as the light flickered on, signaling a catch. “Aww yeah!”

She then turned to look at Futaloo, who still had a dental implement stuck inside of her, vibrating madly. Dash tried to pull it out, but couldn’t reach it. She also saw the dental floss was too tight, starting to dig into Futaloo’s skin.

“Squirt! Don’t worry, I’ll get you to a Ponymon center!”

Dash looked around, spotting Rarity on a bicycle. She leapt out of the bushes, knocking her off the bike and grabbing it. “Sorry, I need this!”

“What?! Rainbow Dash! You get back here this instant!” Rarity screamed.

Dash tossed Futaloo into the bike’s basket as it began to pour rain. She was already well outside of Ponyville and began racing back. She shouted out to Rarity before she left, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new one!”

She raced down the road, hitting several rocks and three-foot tall cliffs. The bike took a beating, but not nearly as bad as Dash. She hadn’t adjusted the seat, so it kept jamming the padded contoured seat right into her marehood. If Futaloo wasn’t in so much pain, Dash might have pulled over and humped the bicycle seat right then and there.

Finally the hospital came into view. Dash grabbed Futaloo, suddenly remembering she could fly, and leapt off the bike. It tumbled forward and fell into ghastly gorge, getting damaged beyond repair.

Dash burst inside the hospital, rushing over to Nurse Redheart. “Help! Futaloo was hurt by a wild ponymon!”

“Oh dear!” Redheart exclaimed. She grabbed Futaloo and signaled to her assistant. “Delancie, we need help!”

A furry pink humanoid Ponymon waddled over. “Q Q! Q Q!”

The two raced into the back of the hospital to cure Futaloo. Meanwhile, Dash stumbled over to the chair in the waiting room and fell asleep, exhausted from the bike ride.

Author's Note

Hail to the king, baby.