Dash's Fluttery Playdate

by Pencils Writer

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Fluttershy, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 1935

Rainbow Dash has weekly playdates with her best friend Fluttershy. They're most definitely NOT they kinds of playdates they talk about to other ponies.

Rainbow Dash is tied up, strapped to a table in a darkened room, and at the total mercy of one of her best friends. It's not cupcakes that are gonna get made, though. It's sweet, hot loving!

Set in the same universe as Zecora's Big Surprise and Spike's Royal Rear. Those do not need to be read at all to enjoy this story to the fullest extent.

Those squeamish to heavy bondage and dom/sub play should steer clear.

Published 2013-10-06 14:40:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-06 14:40:03 UTC

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no profit from this writing.

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Dash’s Play Date

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Rainbow Dash heard the door to Fluttershy’s cottage creak open and shifted in her restraints. A mumbled a plea for release slipped around the ball gag in her mouth. Laid spread-eagled on her back on a wood table, wings bound to her sides by a thick leather strap and her four legs kept in place by heavy cuffs, a blindfold tight around her head, the once-brash and headstrong pegasus was little more than weak moans and helpless squirming now, totally at the mercy of any pony to come along.

Hooves clip-clopped across the hardwood floor toward her and Rainbow Dash shivered, mumbling again for release. A sudden gasp, a buck of her hips as the five inch-long vibrator was pulled with agonizing slowness from her sopping-wet pussy, shivering at the feeling of emptiness it brought. A squirt of her juices followed the removal, prompting mocking giggles from her mistress. “Aww, what’s wrong? Is little Dashie already about to break? I only left you here for an hour, though! Is Equestria’s greatest flier really that weak?”

Rainbow Dash whimpered, cheeks burning at the harsh words. She felt empty with the vibrator’s removal, her gaping pussy lips winking, her inner walls aching for something to stretch them, to push her to that release she’d been stuck on the edge of for hours.

More mocking giggles from her mistress. “Poor, poor Dashie. Look at her, begging for my weakest, smallest vibrator back. She’s been so patient all this time though, maybe I should…”

Rainbow Dash moaned and thrust her hips up, throwing her needy mound in the direction she thought, hoped her mistress was in. Laughter followed this, followed the next moment by a thunk of something small and hard hitting the far wall. Dash’s hope fell at this.

“No, I think little Dashie requires a little more… hooves-on approach. Wouldn’t want to spoil our fun too soon.”

More hooves on floor. Dash tilted her head left and right and left again, following the noises. Hooves clopping. A drawer squeaking open, sending little animals pit-pattering away. Scratch scratch, match striking igniter. The hooves drew back to Rainbow Dash prone on the table and she whimpered, a new smell hitting her nostrils through the pungent odor of arousal. It was like candy, no, plastic flowers, no, a lit—

“Mmmffffgh!”

Dash’s body bucked, muffles cries of pain getting through the gag as something burning hot was dripped on her thighs. Juices squirted from her gaping snatch, Dash struggling to keep her bladder under control. The hot wax kept coming, mistress dripping figure eights on one inner thigh, circling dangerously close to Dash’s trembling mound, and repeating the process on the other thigh. Dash’s eyes rolled up in their sockets beneath the blindfold. The hot stinging was like exquisite pleasure to her frayed nerves and frazzled mind.

Mistress laughed, harsh and commanding, but tinged with affection its owner just couldn’t completely hide. The hot wax ceased dripping, followed by the clunk of candlestick holder hitting table. “I thought you would enjoy that, my sweet little pet. I wouldn’t want our time together getting boring.”

Dash yelped as mistress plucked a feather from her left wing. She let out a whimper, her wings usually off-limits during these playtimes, before mistress calmed her with a kiss to the cheek. “Hush now, little pet. This next game will be much more pleasant for you. But remember, cum from it, and I’ll be very upset with you. And you know what happens when you get your mistress upset, right, my slutty little pet?”

Dash whimpered and nodded, remembering the one and only time she’d upset her mistress. Before she knew what was going on she was out in public on a leash and with vibrators jammed at full strength up her pussy and ass. She’d rather die than let that happen again.

“Good. Now, try not to wet yourself.”

The next moment Dash screamed around her ball gag as a feather, without doubt her own plucked feather, grazed across the surface of her clitoris. Mistress flicked and pricked the feather at the hypersensitive nub, caressing it, tickling it, skimming the top before circling the base. Dash’s mind reeled. Lightning shot up her body. Stars burst in her vision. A keening wail she only subconsciously realized was from her filled the cottage. Her inner walls clenched, muscles suffering spasms as she fought to keep from cumming.

The torment went on for hours, or perhaps only minutes, until Dash’s voice went hoarse and her mind grew barren. Then the prickling of the feather against her clit disappeared, leaving her a heaving, ragged, soaked-through mess on the table. The giggling from her mistress hardly registered to her.

“Well, that was fun. But gosh, now I’m all sweaty and excited. I need a cleaning.”

Dash gasped as a hoof pressed against her right above her pussy, stroking up between her teats, up her belly and chest, caressing her bared throat a moment before finally reaching the ball gag. The gag was removed, allowing Dash time for one deep breath of sweat-smelling air, before that teasing hoof took its place in her mouth. “Show me your love for your mistress, my pet.”

An hour before, when she was just getting strapped to the table and a vibrator at its lowest setting rammed into her pussy, Dash would have refused such a degrading action. Now she eagerly took to her latest task, cheeks burning hot as the wax on her inner thighs as she wrapped her lips tight around the hoof and sucked. Her tongue danced over the hoof, slipping over and into its nooks and crannies, moaning at the taste as if it were the most succulent dish. A little dirt, a little sweat, but nothing truly nasty to be tasted. A part of Dash was thankful her mistress kept herself so clean, yet another part wished the hoof was truly filthy.

“Mmm… has my pet done this before with other ponies? Or is she just a natural-born slut?”

Dash paid no heed to the verbal abuse. She prodded the tender patch at the center of the hoof and was rewarded with a yelp and surprised giggle from her mistress. The next moment the hoof was removed and the ball gag returned.

“One moment, my little pet. I need to get something ready for our final game.”

Dash waited with fear and excitement for whatever came next, straining her hearing for the barest hint as she heard her mistress moving around the cottage. What could come next? Needles? Clamps on her teats? Whips? Dildos and vibrators until her pussy and ass were raw and sore from the fucking? She could make out the clink of glass bottles, heated groaning, some sound that reminded Dash of stretching rubber.

The suspense, the torture of not knowing, sent shivers up Dash’s spine and juices spilling from her snatch.

A sudden weight atop Dash’s body, the sound of two hooves hitting wood to the left of right of her head. Dash panted, waiting for the moment cool plastic or rubber would touch her needful lower lips, but then gasped as a thick cock head very warm and very definitely flesh pressed into her instead. “Mmmmf! Fwmmrshy! Mmmfmmfm!”

A giggle from mistress above her, followed by the cock sliding in an inch. “Hush now, my little pet, don’t worry. Momma didn’t bring in any stallions to our private time. It’s just you,” the cock slid in another inch, “me,” another inch, Dash groaning as she was spread wide by the meaty girth, “and a potion from Zecora!”

Mistress slammed in to the hilt and Dash screamed, eyes bulging beneath the blindfold and limbs thrashing as her first climax hit. She felt her flow like a hydrant, the slight slant of the table making them pool around her legs and ass, flowing beneath her back and soaking her tail.

“I hope you didn’t waste all your lovely fluids in one go,” said mistress, pulling out from Dash at an agonizing slowness until just the head remained. “Momma has plenty of cock left for her slutty pet!”

The hard fucking began. Without her sight Dash felt everything, her mind flooded with new sensations. She felt every bump, every vein, every ridge of her mistress’s cock as it slid in and out, the slow but hard thrusts shaking Dash with every inward slam. She felt the pre spurting into her, adding to her own juices to wet her inner walls. She felt the head of the cock thump-thump-thump against her cervix, pushing in little by little into her womb. She heard the SQUELCH of their wet groins pressing together, the squeaking of the table as it shifted beneath them from the force of mistress’s thrusts, the soft gasps and fluttering wings of mistress as she grew nearer and nearer to climax. Dash tasted a breath of musky air as the ball gag was removed, before a set of wet, needy lips pressed against her own. She tasted her mistress’s tongue push in between her lips, claiming them as her own as the wet appendage swirled within Dash’s mouth, getting a good taste for herself.

Dash didn’t know how long the fucking went on. Time lost meaning for her. The world beyond her mistress and the fat, throbbing cock slamming into her again and again and again and again and again fading from thought. She was a fucktoy, a cocksleeve, a cum-dumpster for her precious mistress. Groaning and muscles squeezing the mammoth shaft, inner walls rippling over the length, milking it for its seed, begging for it, moaning like a cheap whore as her mistress pounded her sore.

Then, as suddenly as it began, it was over. Dash felt her mistress go rigid above her, followed the next moment by a hot pulsing within her as shot after shot of thick, gooey cum spurted from the dick, splattering the walls of her womb. The sensation sent Dash over the edge a second time, inner walls tightening like a vice as her juices, less than before, flooded the table. She cried out into her mistress’s mouth, tears coming to her eyes. Too much, it was all too much.

After a minute, the spurts of cum finished and mistress slumped down on top of Dash, breaking the kiss. Dash felt the dick soften within her and felt something like a tickle as her mistress’s cum trickled from her gaping pussy. The only sound to be heard in the cottage was their gasping for air. The limp dick remained inside Dash.

“Mmm… oh Rainbow Dash, that was amazing….”

Rainbow Dash chuckled, finally regaining her breath and nuzzling her cheek to her mistress’s cheek. “Yeah, it really… really was, hehe.”

The blindfold lifted away, letting Dash look up into Fluttershy’s sweet cyan eyes. “Zecora said she has plenty of the potion, if you, um, wanna do this again next week….”

Rainbow Dash smirked and, leaning up, planted a kiss on Fluttershy’s lips before leaning farther to whisper in her ear. “Of course. Next week’s my turn to be mistress.”

Author's Note

This was a very experimental fic for me. I've never before tried putting so much emphasis on the sensations of the moment. Along with that, I've never tried writing such heavy bondage before, not being too big a fan of it. But it was a fun, worthwhile exercise all the same.

I hope you all enjoy!