The Size Queen and The Virgin
"Oh Rainbow Dash, it's just beautiful." Fluttershy wasn't just being polite. Her birthday present was swirled in violet and lavender all up and down its curved, wavy height, with a speckled black base. If only she knew what it was. "It will go just great with the new drapes Rarity sewed for me."
Rainbow Dash was grinning so hard, someone might have worried that it would leave stretch marks on her face.
"Go ahead and touch it," Rainbow Dash said. She tried to stifle a snort as Fluttershy gingerly rubbed two fingers up and down the silicone dragon tongue. Of course Fluttershy wasn't going to figure out that it was a novelty sex toy without anyone telling her. The prank of watching her innocent friend handle a dildo was a bonus in addition to the real birthday present. "Whole hand, Fluts," Dash said with the tone a little league coach uses on her most timid whiffleball player.
The birthday girl mumbled something halfway between an apology and a confirmation as she wrapped her fingers around her present. The material was pliant in her grip, yielding to any pressure she put on it. With the slightest bend of her wrist, the malleable length followed suit. Fluttershy had no idea what to make of it. It must have been a post-modern art piece, the kind that Rarity loved to talk about at length during their spa visits.
"It's so soft and well-crafted. Goodness, I'd love a pillow like this." Rainbow Dash barely held back a snort of laughter at that one. Fluttershy rested her cheek in her palm, scanning her living room for an appropriate spot where it would complement the rest of her decor. "Thank you, Rainbow Dash. I just don't know where to put it."
At that point, enough was enough. Dash had gotten her jollies for now and it was time to move onto phase two. Her troublemaker's smile nearly stretching ear to ear now, she leaned in and whispered into Fluttershy's ear. Not that anyone was around to hear, but the incoming information would have more of an impact that way.
"It goes between your legs."
Dash could see the gears in Fluttershy's head cranking as she processed the information. The pink-haired girl's eyes looked down at her legs, back up at the dildo, down to her legs again, and one more time to the toy in her hand. When the pieces fell together, Fluttershy's cheeks turned so red that Dash almost expected the ends of Fluttershy's hair to light on fire. The silicone toy fell to the ground and Fluttershy jumped away as if it had a contagious disease.
"Relax, it's not going to bite you." Dash flicked aside her rainbow-dyed hair so she could give her friend a wink.
"It's shaped like a dragon's mouth and tongue," Fluttershy said with gasping horror in every strand of her voice. Dash took a second to congratulate herself on her clever little joke before continuing.
"Yeah, and you wouldn't believe what other crazy shapes these dragon toy people sell. It's crazy awesome!" Picking up the discarded gift, Dash took a seat next to Fluttershy in the corner of her living room. Fluttershy still shied away, leaning away from the toy and pulling the turtleneck of her yellow sweater over most of her face.
"I picked out the smallest one for you," Dash said. "You know, to make your first time easy and all that." She offered the toy to Fluttershy, who flinched again but didn't treat it like a live hand grenade.
"My first... time?"
"You didn't think this was just some joke present, did you? Your real present," Dash said as she draped an arm over Fluttershy's shoulder. "Your real present is your first orgasm."
"My first what?!"
"You may have forgotten what you said at Pinkie's party the other night, but we sure didn't. You're gonna get a screaming orgasm for your birthday and you're gonna have a pro to coach you."
"A p-p-pro?" Fluttershy's teeth started chattering. Something about Dash's grip began to unsettle her.
"What do you think is in there?" Dash motioned towards the duffel bag she had left by Fluttershy's front door. "If anybody knows toys, it's The Dashy."
"Are they..." Fluttershy didn't want to finish her question. It was already too obvious what the answer was.
"Not all of them. Just most." Dash pulled Fluttershy in to whisper into her ear again. "I've seen you get hands-on with those animals. I know you've fantasized about it."
"I would never!" For the first time, Fluttershy sounded genuinely appalled.
"Well duh, you'd never do it. That's why they're toys and fantasies, Fluts." Rainbow Dash pushed the fake dragon tongue into Fluttershy's hands again, which were much more receptive this time. Fluttershy was still blushing furiously, though this time it was more out of self-admission. She was silently thankful that this was a fantastic creature in her hands, and not something of a more realistic canine persuasion.
"O-okay." She set the toy down in front of her and pulled down her makeshift mask. "I suppose it'll be okay if I have one of my best friends making sure I'm okay."
Rainbow Dash gave her an affirmative nod. She would be watching all right. Luckily, Fluttershy was dense when it came to sexuality, so she didn't know about Dash's heavy preference for girls. And if Dash had spent well over a hundred bucks on a birthday present, why shouldn't she get a free show out of it? The fact that every guy in Ponyville would be jealous of her was just relish.
With a bit of coaxing and a reminder that it was just the two girls and nobody else in the room, Hesitantly, Fluttershy pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her large puppies still snug in a green tank top. She shimmied out of her pants with some effort - it was always hard to get them past her hips in either direction. Dash, on the other hand, had no trouble throwing off her track suit and underwear, exposing her entire lithe, tightly muscled body to her friend.
"Come on, birthday girl. Get in your birthday suit!"
"I'd rather leave a few things on. If that's okay with you."
A twinge of disappointed nibbled at the back of Dash's head, but she reminded herself that this was for Fluttershy, not herself. She patted the pinkette on the back. Together they walked to the couch and sat besides each other. Dash motioned for Fluttershy to go ahead and start. Fluttershy only stared back blankly.
"Okay, everyone does it differently, but I like to start with a bit of rubbing." After flattening her hand, Dash spread her legs and moved her fingers up and down her slit. She had a head start, already growing moist from the situation, but she kept her game face on in spite of the slight tingle she was feeling. She gave the least creepy smile she could manage to Fluttershy, signaling for Fluttershy to get started.
The birthday girl was reluctant to start with direct contact. It seemed to crude to be touching herself like that in front of a childhood friend. Mimicking Dash's actions, she laid her hand atop her white cotton panties instead and started with far slower and gentler strokes. She shuddered with every movement. The soft fabric stroked her womanhood in a way that gave her unfamiliar waves of pleasure in the deepest reaches of her body. A bit of her panties brushed against her slowly engorging clit, and she couldn't hold back the squeak of sudden sensations. Dash bit her lip at the sight. Holding back her urge to offer a helping hand, she settled for inserting a finger into herself. It entered her slippery tunnel with ease and she hummed.
"Just go at your own pace," Dash purred while she curled a second finger into her slick folds. Fluttershy barely heard the advice. She was content to keep feeling herself through the fabric, letting the cotton do the work. If she had any attention to pay, she would have noticed that the garment was rapidly growing damp. Even Dash, who knew herself to be a messy girl, was impressed by Fluttershy's fluid production. Imagining how it must taste, along with her middle finger tickling her sensitive spot, hit Rainbow Dash exactly where she needed it. Feeling like her heart was thumping against her ribcage, Dash moaned under her breath.
"Umm," Fluttershy whispered, hesitant to interrupt, "am I ready yet?" She slid her underpants halfway down her thick, milky thighs to reveal an untamed pink bush already soaked in juices. A more cognizant Dash would have suggested that they get a pair of towels, but she was in too deep to think straight. All she could see was Fluttershy's raw muff dripping onto the couch, begging for more.
"Way ready." Dash paused to hand the fake tongue to Fluttershy. "Just pretend it's a real mouth going down on you." Fluttershy blinked back at Dash, expression empty except for her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Just tickle yourself with it," Dash said between gasps of pleasure, "wherever it feels good."
Following her instincts, Fluttershy flicked the pointed tongue against her love button. She squeaked again, much louder this time, fumbling the toy as she did. Letting go of inhibition, she traced it around the edges of her pussy lips, letting the sensations linger between her legs. Experimentally, she pressed the flat of the tongue up against her pubic mound. The curvature made the silicone stroke her clit again as the tip barely peeked into her vagina. The bit of penetration made her loins thirst for more. With the care and gentleness that she always applied to her job, Fluttershy slid the fake tongue in, bit by excrutiating bit.
While Fluttershy stopped to pant in exhaustion after only getting a single inch inside herself, Dash was furiously aroused by the show. This might have been the only time she'd get to see Fluttershy's curvy body in such glory, and she was going to make the most of it. She got up, shaky at the knees, and dragged her duffle bag back to the couch. Unzipping it revealed a plethora of exotically shaped silicone toys. She pulled out her one of her smaller ones, a slightly curved black phallus with a pair of knots halfway down. It was still comparable in size to her forearm. Supposedly it was a griffon, but Dash thought of it as her appetizer.
"Just lose yourself," Dash said. She plunged half of the griffon cock into herself, pausing at the top of the first bulge. It always took a bit of easing for her to conquer each knot. The satisfaction when she did, though, never went away. She settled for teasing herself with the shafted half, basking in the enjoyment of the fat knot force her pussy open slightly more each time. With the pretense of observing and coaching, Dash's eyes rested on the half-dressed Fluttershy, still working the next inch of the tongue into her womanhood.
With each vocal expression of pleasure, Fluttershy's chest jiggled in her shirt. Her nipples were completely puffed up by now, rubbing against and poking through the tank top. It was mere visual stimulation for Rainbow Dash, but the nubs of Fluttershy's chest were extremely sensitive. She was assaulted by sensation from both her chest and her nether regions, and her eyelids were clenched shut. Every time she shivered, she lost her grip on her toy for a moment, causing it to twist inside of her, grazing against pleasurable spots she didn't know she had.
Unable to indulge in Fluttershy's heaving breasts, Dash focused on her own instead. Proud of her small chest - it was easier to run that way - she also loved rough play with her nipples. Pinching and pulling with a pair of fingers, the pain translated into joy while she forced the first knot into her slit. "Oh!" she yelled as it stretched her entrance. She pulled it out with a sensuous pop, only to force it back in, the stretching and contracting hazing her vision of Fluttershy's curvaceous body trembling.
Fluttershy eeked out half a profanity when the tongue, still only halfway in, hit her g-spot. Her hands shook and the vibrations worked their way up the toy and back inside her body. It only took a few tickles. The birthday girl's legs flew wide and her hands clutched the couch so tightly her knuckles went white. She shook from head to toe, dropping the dildo and knocking into her friend as she came. She cried in pleasure as she came. The heat spread through her stomach and chest and her head thrashed back and forth, swinging her hair everywhere. The entire couch rocked beneath the weight of her violent orgasm, which Dash was too eager to watch.
Enraptured by Fluttershy cumming, Dash shoved in the second knot, stretching her inner walls. She shuddered in euphoria, though she knew that an orgasm was a long way off. The griffon was a tease, not nearly enough to make her feel full. Still, with the dual knots hitting the right spots, Dash was content to tweak her nipples as Fluttershy continued to writhe in the agony of her first orgasm.
The pinkette barely knew where she was when she flopped onto her side, on top of Dash's lap. "That was..." Fluttershy panted.
"Orgasmic?" Dash's voice was equally breathy at this point. With her senses still about her, she sat Fluttershy up straight. Griffon still buried deep inside her, she fished around in her bag for the real prize. Out came a flesh-colored shaft with a tapered head and a single, massive bulge at the bottom. Fluttershy recognized what it was immediately.
"Is that a..." She really did not want to finish the thought.
"Pretend you're at your dog grooming job."
Fluttershy bit her lip in worry. Would indulging in such a thing make her a horrible, perverted dog-fucker? It was true that she worked with animals every day because she loved them, but she didn't love them like that. At least, not unless she was having one of those dark, disgusting dreams where...
"Remember, toys and fantasy," Dash said with a wink. "We're grown adults, the whole point of fantasy is that it's not real." After a few moments of hesitation, Fluttershy took the canine dildo from her friend's hands. Dash cheered inside.
Fluttershy held the tip at the entrance of her pussy, almost second guessing herself. She looked back at Dash, gasping as she saw the monstrous thing that her friend had pulled out. It was nearly the length of Dash's entire arm, mottled with pink and black, with a ring halfway down and a head that flared out. Still groggy from her first orgasm, Fluttershy reasoned that if that thing didn't make Dash a horse fucker, this didn't make her a dog fucker. The The tip went in gently at first, only to get wider. Fluttershy squealed in pain and had to pause. The sight next to her was only far more painful.
Dash had her legs spread wide open, griffon dildo still buried to the hilt in her snatch. The wide head, slathered in lubrication, was aimed at her anus, where no sane human thought it would fit. It was a challenge that Dash had conquered before, and being with Fluttershy like this was the perfect opportunity to do it again. Grabbing the lengthy shaft with both hands, she relaxed her rear and pushed in. With a forceful pop it entered, and Dash screamed, "Awesome!" She continued to push it in, inch after inch disappearing into her ass where it began to pop a bulge in her flat stomach.
Something about Dash's courage was inspiring. Fluttershy summoned all of her courage and pushed with a single surge of strength, like she wanted to get it over with all in one go. Stronger than she had intended, the thick knot pushed in as well, painfully stretching the opening to her vagina. She screamed and clenched, only for the dildo to push back against her walls, mixing sensations of pain and pleasure. Her breathing grew rapid, cheat heaving as she realized the base of the dildo resembled a pair of balls and pressed right up against her clit. Any movement rubbed her sensitive nub up against the cruved plastic, and a foreign swirl of feelings wracked her body.
"Play with your tits, Fluttershy!" Dash was in no state of mind to realize what she'd said, but her friend interpreted the request as advice anyway. She rolled her shirt up, exposing her fat breasts. She cupped one in each hand, squeezing as the flesh spilled over her fingers. Dash licked her lips, the full fifteen inches in her ass stuffing her like a turkey. All that was left was to take the bullet vibrator to her clit and watch Fluttershy finish in the throes of ecstacy.
Toying with her puffy, sensitive pink nipples was too much for Fluttershy. With the base of the canine cock rubbing against her nub and the knot stretching her to new limits, she was in another world of pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed against, and her vagina tightened until its canine invader was expelled out. As it fell onto the floor, Fluttershy came nothing short of screaming her lungs out this time. She convulsed again, sexual release stimulating every nerve. Second after second, she continued to shake, letting the orgasm pound her into submission.
Yelling obscenities in kind, Dash set off when she saw her own friend go over the edge. Juices sprayed out from between her legs, soaking the coach along with much of Fluttershy's floor. The energy of the rainbow-haired girl's orgasm made Fluttershy's look mild in comparison. Kicking her feet in the arm, she grabbed the head of the couch as her hips bucked into the air repeatedly, fluids squirting everywhere the whole time. Yanking the griffon shaft out, more squirt flooded forth, creating a positive mess in Fluttershy's living room.
"Wow, Rainbow Dash. That was amazing." Fluttershy mumbled. Her eyelids were heavy and her vision was foggy. "I'm just going to take a nap now, if that's okay with you." Before Dash could answer, Fluttershy was already gently snoring on the arm of her couch.
"That was a weird prank, Dashie," Pinkie Pie said. She was waiting for her buddy right outside of Fluttershy's door. "If you wanted to make a mess in somebody's house, you should have done it to Twilight or Rarity. Or maybe mess of AJ's barn, you know much she hates it when you move her rake just six inches to the left. Maybe I'll try five and a half inches to the left next time. Think of it as a scientific experi-"
"Listen Pinks, the prank's not complete unless you got it all on tape." Dash looked back and forth as she said that. "And uh, don't tell anyone about the tape ever, right?"
"Pinkie promise that nobody's ever gonna hear about the tape. Hope to fly!" After a pensive moment, Pinkie added, "Wait, how's it gonna be a prank if nobody knows about it?"
"Let me worry about that. Just, uh, hand the tape over to me. You know, for safekeeping."
"Sure thing!"
As the memory card popped out of Pinkie's camera, Dash quickly threw it into a pocket of her duffle bag. Yes, this was joining her piles of masturbatory aids.