Rainbow Dash was sweating. Not the good kind you got from heavy exercise. No, this was the kind that covered you from head to hoof in a cold, clammy cover. The kind that you were bathed in when you woke up from a terrible nightmare. Except hers was just about to begin.

"Wait, whaddya mean 'worst s-spanking of my life?'"

"Exactly that. You just landed yourself a good, long, bottom-warming over my lap."

Rainbow Dash shook her head. "H-hey. Haha. Very funny. Got me going there for a while. This is just for show, right? You know, to make Scoots think I'm taking it for her? Right?"

Ship Shape gave her a meaningful smile. "Oh, you will be taking it for her, alright." He nodded for the door to his bedroom. "Now, go and tell Scootaloo what'll happen and then..." His smile turned into a full-out grin. "...take her place in the corner."

Rainbow Dash gawked at him "Cornertime?" she squeaked, "but... I... just the spanking I—"

"Would you like me to drag you there by the ear?"

"No! I'm going!" Rainbow Dash shouted, willing her shaky legs to move up the stairs. As she passed Ship Shape by, a sudden painful jolt went through her hindquarters accompanied by a loud smack. She jumped the last few steps to the second floor and turned to give him a murderous glare, only slightly mitigated by her forehooves furiously rubbing her rear. "Hey!"

"Just a little taste of what's coming your way." Ship Shape still had that malicious grin on his face. "Now go on, tell Scootaloo what's going on. I'll be with you in a moment." Without another word, he walked downstairs.

Rainbow Dash was left rubbing her rear-end in front of the bedroom door. That one single smack had hurt far more than it should have. Far more than she remembered they should have. It hadn't been for show, but a legit, actual smack. Ohmigosh he's serious about this and I'm actually gonna get a real spanking and it's gonna SUCK! She could hardly lift her hoof up to open the door.

Scootaloo was standing in the corner opposite the room from her. She had her forehooves against the wall and was holding her head between them. As she heard the door open, her wings gave a nervous flutter and she clenched her buttocks instinctively.

Looking at the filly, Rainbow Dash didn't think she'd ever seen her so vulnerable. Even yesterday there had been some spark left in her against the bullies. But now? This was a kid caught up in a grown-up world. Just a tiny little filly. The sight finally gave Rainbow Dash enough strength to step inside. Sure, the spanking would probably be horrible, but at least Scootaloo would be okay, and that was the important thing.

"Hey," Rainbow Dash said in a quiet voice.

Scootaloo's ears perked up, but she remained still.

"I know the rules. No moving and no talking, right?"

The filly shivered, almost turning around, but catching herself at the last moment.

"It's okay, Squirt. You can stop now."

"R-really?" Scootaloo whispered, still too afraid to turn around from the corner.

"Really. You're off the hook."

Scootaloo didn't say anything. She just rushed to Rainbow Dash and took her in a tight hug. She tried to say something, but it only came out as a blurble sobs and hiccups.

"There you go. Let it all out. No spankings for you today."

Scootaloo kept bawling agaist Rainbow Dash's chest, the warm dampness of her tears covering her coat. After a long time, the filly finally started to calm down. "How?" she finally got out.

"Well, we had a long talk with your old man and—"

The door opened behind them.

"Didn't I tell you to go to the corner?" Ship Shape asked in a stern voice.

Scootaloo was almost in tears already. "But Rainbow Dash said—"

"Relax, Scoots. He's talking about me." Rainbow Dash pulled Scootaloo's hooves from around her neck gently.

Scootaloo could only stare at her with a slack jaw.

"You see... me and your dad talked about it and, well, I convinced him not to give you a spanking, because I'm going to take it for you," Rainbow Dash said. She was surprised that her voice sounded so level, even though her mind was racing with confused feelings of pride and horror.

Scootaloo's mouth tried to form words that wouldn't come to her. She looked from Rainbow Dash to Ship Shape, then back again.

Rainbow Dash stood up and walked for the corner. There were small damp patches around her eye level where Scootaloo had been standing on her hindlegs a moment ago.

"Before you start," Ship Shape said, "Scootaloo, would you show her the belt?"

Scootaloo had been staring incredulously at the surreal sight of Rainbow Dash, her idol, walking calmly to do cornertime. When she heard the word 'belt', however, her mouth finally started working. "Dad! You can't use the belt on her!"

Ship Shape looked at both the fillies, but then shook his head. "I can, and I will. That's the deal we made. You don't get the belt, but she does."

"But dad, you can't! It's Rainbow Dash, dad, Rainbow Dash!"

"Listen, Scoots," Ship Shape said. "Outside she might be an ace flier, but here, under my roof..." he turned to look at Rainbow Dash "...she is just another filly about to get a spanking that I imagine has been long time coming." He turned back to Scootaloo. "Now, the belt."

Scootaloo looked hesitantly at both the grown-ups in the room, but then she wiped the few stray tears from her face and walked to a nearby cabinet. Pulling it open, there was no missing the object in question hanging from inside the door.

Rainbow Dash's heart sank in horror as she saw the long and wide workbelt. Bound from some heavy plant fibers, it had been worn from long use and hard work, its edges frayed from stress. She could hardly believe that Ship Shape would ever have used it on his daughter, but after talking with him, she was pretty sure he'd used it as more to scare her than to do actual damage. Which probably wouldn't be the case for herself.

"I'm going to take Scootaloo to her room and have a little talk with her. Meanwhile, think hard on the belt and turn to the corner, Miss Dash. "

As if he'd had to tell her. Every single thought in her head was now centered around that thing. Rainbow Dash tried to steady herself with a long breath, but it did little. She lifted her forehooves up onto the wall, standing only on her hind legs, just like Scootaloo had done when she'd entered the room. She pushed her muzzle against the corner.

Cornertime. She was doing cornertime. A grown-up pony, Element of Loyalty, the pony who'd fought against dragons and ancient evils, was doing cornertime and was soon going to get a spanking from that crazy big belt. If it wasn't happening to her right now, she wouldn't have believed it. It was hard to breathe in the corner, just like she remembered. Her dad had let her stand on all fours, just having her hold her face against the corner. This was far worse. All the memories of her own dad calling her over his lap, the shame, the pain... it was all coming back to her, and she was becoming that little filly again.

The wait. She could have said it was the worst part, except she knew the worst was yet to come. That didn't make it any easier. Her back was arched in a weird posture and having her muzzle pushed against the wall made it impossible to breathe through her nose. Her mouth hung open to allow her to breath, feeling the moisture from her own breath turn her face damp.

Rainbow Dash wasn't sure how long it had been. Probably just a few minutes. Her own dad wasn't that much into corner time, usually just making her wait until he got things ready and cooled down a bit. Apparently it was the same with Ship Shape. The door opened behind her, then the bed creaked as he sat down.

"You can come over now. And bring the belt," he said.

Rainbow Dash dropped down from the corner and shook her head. She saw the heavy belt hanging from the cabinet door only a few feet away, but the way there felt like a mile. She picked it up with her mouth, almost dropping it from the weight. It was rough and coarse, the surface feeling almost like sandpaper from the woven strings. It was meant for carrying heavy tools, not for show. It wasn't the kind of belt that was worn against the skin, but over a thick cover so it wouldn't bite into your skin. Except there would be no protection for her. Her butt clenched from the thought. She carried it to the bed and set it down next to Ship Shape. "So, uhh, we're r-really gonna do this?" She asked..

"I'm afraid so," Ship Shape said. "Now get into position." He patted her lap for emphasis.

"Couldn't I just lean on the bed or something?"

She had fast reflexes, but she never saw the hoof before it grabbed her by the ear. Ship Shape pulled her very un-gently over his lap, and she had to clamber over the two tree-trunk like hind legs just to avoid the pain. "Oww! Hey, you didn't need to do that!" she shouted at the floor in front of her.

Ship Shape gave her a sharp smack on her rump, immediately silencing her.

"Let me make myself clear. When I tell you to do something, you do it with no backtalk". His hoof stayed on her rump, giving it a few casual rubs on the spot where he'd just landed his hoof.

"O-okay. Got it," she said. All she could see was the soft brown carpet on the floor. After giving her ear a small shake to see if it was still attached, she tried to prop her forehooves on the floor. To her horror, she couldn't reach that far. It was only now that the sheer size of Ship Shape finally started to sink in. Her own father was a fit stallion, but like most pegasi in their family, was built more for speed than strength. That wasn't the case with the burly workpony. She really was just a little filly compared to him.

Ship Shape's other massive hoof pulled her tail up against her back and pushed it down on her back, pinning her helplessly against his legs. She was now left without her last protection. "You've been spanked before?" he asked matter of factly.

"Yes," Rainbow Dash answered. She tried to move her hips and stomach to a more comfortable position. to no avail.

Ship Shape's hoof kept making the rounds on Rainbow Dash's rump, preparing it for what was to come. She might have enjoyed a stallion's touch there any other time, but now it only reminded her of how sore her bottom was going to get.

"Gotten the belt before?" Ship Shape asked.

Some of the most painful lessons from her life danced at the periphery of her memory. "Y-yes."

"That's what I thought. At least you know what to expect." He took a pause just long enough for Rainbow Dash to remember just how bad the belt had hurt. She tried to take a deep breath to steady herself, but it was hard to breathe when her own body weight was pushing down on her chest.

"When was the last time you were spanked?"

It had been the question Rainbow Dash had hoped wouldn't get asked. "About, umm, three years."

Ship Shape's hoof stopped its motion on her rump. The incredulousness was clear in Ship Shape's voice. "Three years?"

"Yeah."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty soon."

"You aren't even of age to drink hard cider?"

Rainbow Dash didn't answer, but she did feel the shame burning on her face. Ponies often thought she was older because she was the weather leader of Ponyville, but she'd actually started working on weather as soon as she'd moved there. At the age of—

"Sixteen? You were sixteen when you got your last spanking, is that right?"

"Y-yeah. Dad gave me one the day I left home. For... all the stuff I was going to eventually mess up."

"Well then you're more of a filly than I thought. Maybe this is something you've actually had coming. Do you think you've 'messed up' bad enough to deserve a spanking?"

Being reminded of exactly how young she actually was, Rainbow Dash stopped to actually think about the question. Sure, she'd done a lot of things in the past three years that she wasn't proud of and somehow never gotten into trouble for. Breaking into the hospital, all the pranks she'd pulled with Pinkie Pie, all the times she'd messed up Twilight Sparkle's library with a crash landing, several other things as well. Something about her precarious position brought out the honesty in her. Lying didn't feel right when your rump was aimed at the ceiling, and there sure wasn't any denying what her own dad would have done if he'd found out. "Y-yes," she said in a very quiet voice. For some reason, her eyes were burning.

"I... honestly didn't think you'd say that," Ship Shape said. "Well then, at least I know I don't have to go easy on you." He patted Rainbow Dash's bottom. "As if that was going to happen anyway." There was a short pause. "You were honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. After all the things you've done, all the trouble you've caused me both directly and indirectly, I've actually wanted to put you over my lap for a good, long spanking."

Rainbow Dash was flabbergasted. He was angry with her? Like really angry and not just doing this for show? "What? I... thought—"

"No, you didn't. That's pretty much what you do, isn't it? "Not think? Act without thinking of the consequences, and drag Scootaloo along to try and make her follow in your hoofsteps. And here you are, offering to take one for my daughter. Probably the first respectable thing I've ever seen you do. So if you had any thoughts that this would be some kind of show we're putting on for Scootaloo, you can be sure that this will be a very real, very hard, spanking."

The anticipation inside Rainbow Dash's chest was quickly turning to horror. "W-wait... What? But I thought... I... but..."

"Now let's get this over with. I'm going to start with with my hoof to warm you up, then I'm going to use the belt. You're free to kick and make as much noise as you want, but don't try to cover yourself up or escape. Things will get far worse if you do. Got it?"

Rainbow Dash couldn't answer immediately, the huge lump in her throat making it impossible to speak. A powerful smack landed on her rump, jolting her forward. This was going to be it then, she thought. But the next hit didn't land.

"I asked you a question."

That immediately freed up Rainbow Dash's vocal cords. "Sorry! Yeah! I got it!" she exclaimed, only slightly surprised that she'd apologized for such a small thing. "Couldn't we talk this over or something?"

"No. Now get ready."

Rainbow Dash grit her teeth and clenched her buttocks in anticipation of the first actual blow. If she thought of this as a challenge, she could try and play it cool, like she always did. And Scootaloo was in her room, on the other side of the wall. She'd hear everything, and she couldn't let her number one fan think she was weak or anything. She had to admit that if the few smacks she'd already gotten were any indication, she'd have to do her best not to lose that composure. Yelling out would be like losing, and she hated losing.

Ship Shape's hoof landed onto her rump, and she knew he'd been holding back before. Her whole body lurched forward, before returning back to its original position. It took maybe a second for the pain to fully register, shooting through her whole body and forcing her to inhale deeply through her grit teeth.

The second spank was at least as bad, as were the next five to follow. Rainbow Dash had to use all of her willpower just not yell out from the pain. By somewhere around the tenth, that became impossible.

"Ahh!" she shouted as another hit landed, this time on the more tender part on her upper thigh. "Oww! Owww! Ahhh!" She yelped, her rump feeling like it was slowly being set on fire. The smacks didn't ease up for even just a second to give her a breather, instead coming at a steady pace, meticulously covering every inch of her rear.

"Aaaah! Owwowowowowww!" Rainbow Dash had lost all thoughts of trying to keep cool. She kicked both of her hind legs back, but only found air. She tried to flail around with her forehooves, but there was nothing for her to hold onto. Even the cover of the bed was too slippery for her to try and grip onto. "AAAAH! Okay! Okay! I got it! Yeah! I've been bad and stuff, okay! You can stop now!"

There was actually a sudden pause in the smacks, and Rainbow Dash's heart jumped of joy... only to be crushed by a chuckle. "Stop? We're only getting started."

"No! No no nooowwww! OWWW!" was all Rainbow Dash could yell when the spanking continued with renewed vigor. She kept shouting even harder, just to try and make the pain ease even a little. "Owwww! Owwww!" The spanks landed, rocking her body back and forth at a slowly increasing pace.

Rainbow Dash couldn't take any more. Her forehoof shot back to cover her rear. It did have an effect, all right, but exactly the opposite she'd been hoping for. A strong hoof grabbed her own and pinned it against her back together with her tail. The following smacks landed right on the sore spot once again, every smack coming at full force.

"I! Told! You! Not! To! Cover! Your! Self!" Ship Shape said between smacks.

Rainbow Dash's hind legs were flailing around in the air now, but once again they only met with air. "Sorry! Sorry! I won't do it again! I won't try to cover my—AHHHH!—myself again! Please just aaaahhhhHHHH! Stop! Please stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

That was it for Rainbow Dash. The burning in her eyes finally turned into tears, blurring her vision. Her nose was full of snot, making her take her breaths in gasps through her mouth. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she kept repeating. There was no Rainbow Dash, the most amazing flyer in Equestria, idol to the masses, Iron Pony, future Wonderbolt, or anything of the sort. There was only Rainbow Dash, the little filly on her dad's lap, getting a spanking she'd sorely been needing for way too long. There were no fan clubs, no adoring foals asking for her autographs, no friends patting her back on a job well done. There was only a burning rump, kicks and screams, tears and begging.

"Please please please stop! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorryyyy! Owwwww! AAAAHHH! OWWW!" she kept yelling, but the smacks didn't show any signs of stopping. Finally one of her ragged grasps turned into her first, huge, sob, soon followed by another. "Please! *sob* I can't take any more! Please! Pleheheaase! Owwww! *sob* OWWWW!"

"You come to MY house!" Ship Shape shouted over the crying Rainbow Dash. "You lie to MY face! You take matters into your own hooves! You don't think of any of the repercussions!"

"I'm sorry! *sob* I'm sorry! I didn't mean for stuff to go wrong! I'm sorry! Please! *sob* Please stop!"

"You drag my daughter on your crazy adventures! You egg her on to be even more reckless! You're the reason I've had to pay for broken windows! For fixing scooter holes on the walls of my house!"

"I'm sorryyooowwwwWWW *sob* OWOWOWOWOW!" Rainbow Dash shouted as another volley landed all over her thighs.

"I want to believe you, but I really have to get through that thick head of yours. And I'm going to get there through your bottom."

It felt like there had been one more gear that Ship Shape had been keeping in check. The smacks started landing at full speed, with barely any time between each one landing all over Rainbow Dash's hindquarters. "AAAHHH! AAAAAAH! PLEASE! NO MORE! NOOO! NOOOOO!" That was when Rainbow Dash broke down. There were no more words to her pleading, only screaming at the top of her lungs. She was a little naughty filly, taking the punishment she knew she deserved. She'd done bad things and it was all her fault. Her chest hurt with every gasp of air she took, but she couldn't stop screaming. Her face was running with hot tears and covered in snot, but she didn't even notice.

And then the spanks stopped. It took Rainbow Dash a long time to catch her breath. Her throat was sore from screaming. Her tail had been released from it's pin on her back, and the rough hooves that had earlier caused her so much pain were now gently stroking her, one on her lower back, another on her mane. She kept sobbing and hiccuping, but also felt the huge warmth radiating from the legs underneath her chest.

After probably several minutes, Ship Shape finally talked. "Would you like to say something?"

There was only one thing Rainbow Dash could say. It came from the bottom of her heart. "I'm sorry I've been bad. I'm so sorry. I... I promise to try and be better and not mess things up."

"I believe you," he said. The stroking continued for a little while longer, but then abruptly stopped. "You know we aren't finished yet. I still have to give you the belt."

Rainbow Dash was about to object, but to her surprise, she just said. "Okay."

Two strong hooves grabbed her around her waist and lifted her up from the warm lap. Her tail brushing against her bottom made her freeze as another jolt of pain shot through her. It reminded her that there were things even worse than the spanking she'd just gotten. There was a pillow set on the edge of the bed, where Ship Shape positioned her stomac. Her hindhooves brushed against the ground for the first time in what seemed forever, but they were still just high enough not to touch properly. There was no ceremony, no more words. The whish of the belt was the only warning she got before the pain she'd felt returned thousandfold. All four of her legs kicked out, and she shrieked. The tears came back when the second strike from the belt hit. The third time she could barely think any more, only scream. Again and again the belt landed, and Rainbow Dash knew it would keep on coming, and there was nothing she could do about it, but let it all out. All the bad things she'd done, everything from the smallest of pranks to the dumbest of her stunts came out in a long wail.

As soon as it had begun, the belting ended. Rainbow Dash's bottom was burning, but it was nothing compared to how defeated, how helpless she felt. Once more she was lifted up from the bed, but this time she wasn't put down. Instead she found herself in a warm, tight embrace, held against Ship Shape's chest. She was seated on her lap, chest against chest, her hind legs on either side of the massive stomach of the pony who'd just taken him through the worst spanking of her life. She broke in tears again.

"Let it all out, kiddo." Those strong hooves once again stroked her mane. "It's over now. You got ten of the best and that's what you deserved. No more."

Rainbow Dash couldn't say anything. She just clung to the stallion in kind, hugging her with all her might. They stayed that way for the longest time, her crying against his chest, him not moving, only whispering tender words of encouragement to her ear. She felt warm, and... safe? She thought it was probably the stupidest feeling she'd ever had, but she was safe in those strong arms. There was still a pony that cared enough about her to get angry with her and put limits to her. She'd needed this, and she'd deserved this. For the first time in years, there was someone who would tell her 'no'.

She missed her dad, promising herself to go visit him as soon as possible.

Rainbow Dash hugged Ship Shape even harder, and muttered in an almost childish voice, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said. "You're a good filly. I think you'd just gotten a bit lost and needed to be put back on track."

"Yeah," Rainbow Dash said.

After a short silence, Ship Shape cleared his throat. "Listen, kid... I didn't think you'd go through with this. Or even suggest it to start with. You took a spanking for my little girl, and, well, that means a lot to me. It does. And you got the punishment you deserved as well. As far as I'm concerned, you've got a clean slate."

Rainbow Dash let out the sigh she hadn't noticed she was holding back. Her breathing had calmed down, her body shivering slightly as the adrenaline was leaving her body.

"It seems Scootaloo really has a big sister now," he continued. "But no calling me 'daddy' or anything, you got that?"

"Heh, deal," Rainbow Dash answered. Ship Shape didn't see the wide happy smile on her face, or the new hot drops under her eyes.

"And if you ever need another visit over my lap, whether by your own choice, or if I think you need one, you'll get what you deserve."

Rainbow Dash clenched her bottom by instinct, but just as soon relaxed it as she understood his words. He wasn't telling her he'd be there to beat her to tears. He told her he'd be there for her, to set limits for her, and be the pony to tell he 'no' when she needed it. Not as her dad, but... as a friend maybe? He'd be... an older, male friend who'd give her rump a tanning? Well, whatever he was, after what had happened lately, she'd have to admit she needed someone like him in her life. Maybe... just maybe hang out at Scootaloo's house and have dinner some day? The thought filled her with warmth.

"I think I'd like that," Rainbow Dash said.

"You got it, kiddo."

They held each other for a while longer, before Ship Shape's forehooves loosened aroud her body. Rainbow Dash clung onto her tighter. "Please... not yet," she said.

"Shh. I'm not going anywhere," Ship Shape said. His hooves slowly traveled down Rainbow Dash's body to her exposed bottom. A sharp pain made her body twitch, but the touch was gentle. Those rough unshorn hooves started to gently stroke her rear, gently soothing the hurt away. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling, the pain slowly ebbing away into the warmth and safety she was blanketed in.

The hooves worked their magic, stroking and rubbing. Rainbow Dash was in the perfect position, her legs splayed wide open and in easy reach for him. He went all over her bottom, her thighs, from the innermost rim of her spread crack to the farthest reach close her hip. The shivers of pain were slowly being replaced with waves of pleasure, and Rainbow Dash sat down even lower to allow the hooves more room to work.

"Does it hurt?" Ship Shape asked in a low voice.

"Nu-uh. Don't stop."

He didn't. He kept on his work, stroking and rubbing all over her. Because of her splayed posture, his hooves stroked against her puckered butthole, and once or twice to Rainbow Dash's surprise and insane pleasure, against the very sides of her slit. The briefest touch made her heart pound faster in her chest, and the very familiar burning started to grow at the bottom of her stomach. The realization that he was in a completely vulnerable position, her own nethers mere inches away from his stallionhood, sent a tiny shiver through her body. Without thinking, she opened her legs as wide as they would go, thankful for all the stretching she'd done every day after exercise.

To her great surprise, she felt something hard brush against the crack between her buttocks. Ship Shape's hooves froze on her bottom. There was no question on what was poking against her crotch.

"I, umm, uhh, that is..." he stammered out.

Rainbow Dash didn't have to think for long, her body already answering with a pleasurable wave of warmth traveling through it. Her slit also spoke volumes, sending a hot drop sliding down, tickling all the way through her crack, then falling onto his erect shaft. "Shh. Didn't I tell you not to stop?"

"But this is..."

"Keep on going," Rainbow Dash said. She lowered her slit against his shaft and rubbed against it. The sharp intake of air next to her ear told everything she needed to know about where things were going from here. Her own hooves traveled upwards to pull Ship Shape's head down and his mouth against his. Their lips locked in a slow, peaceful kiss. There was something unhurried about what Ship Shape did with his mouth. It was a long, soft, tender kiss, something Rainbow Dash had never encountered from a stallion. Most of them just wanted to trade some spit before getting down to nasty, but not him. His mouth tasted of the cider from before, sweet with a taste of fruit. His hooves moved up from her rear to instead stroke her hips. Every now and again, Rainbow Dash could feel his hardness twitch against her own slit. Their kiss lasted for a moment longer, until they had to break for air.

"This is... it's been such a long time," Ship Shape said.

Rainbow Dash nuzzled him from underneath his chin. "Same."

"But after what we just did..."

"Doesn't matter. I needed that, but I need this a lot too."

They shared another long kiss, their tongues dancing and wrestling against each other. Just like the one before, it was gentle, relaxed, unhurried, with all the time in the world. Both their forehooves followed each other's bodies, touching everywhere they could reach. When they finished, she gave him a short peck on her unshaved chin.

"Scootaloo..." Ship Shape said.

The thought of the orange filly flashed in Rainbow Dash's mind, as well as what they'd done the day before. And the lessons she'd given her. She froze for a moment, but her body told her mind to go sit in the corner and shut up. It was time for her to perform the things she'd taught in practice, but this time on an advance course.

"She's in her room, probably still holding her hooves to her ears or something," Rainbow Dash said.

"Well..." Ship Shape could hardly argue against the needs of his own body. His shaft twitched up and slapped Rainbow Dash right along her slit. A smile grew on her face, turning into a half-grin. "Do you know that at least half the stallions in Ponyville would do anything to be me right now?"

Rainbow Dash giggled, both from slight nervousness, and the idea she'd just gotten. "Well, sucks for them." She pushed himself back from Ship Shape, moving down his body, making sure to run her throbbing slit against his shaft as far as possible. "Speaking of which..."

She landed on the floor, immediately shooting back up with a yelp as her hind legs pushed against her sore rump. She tried to pay the pain no heed and forced herself down, feelings as if she was driving two hot pokers into her bottom. Now properly on the floor, the sight in front of her soon took all of her attention. The throbbing hard dick of Ship Shape, glistening from her own juice from before, a drop of precum hanging like a treat just waiting for her. His was a thick rod, not too long, but wider than she'd ever seen. It was probably way too large for what she had in mind, but she wouldn't back away from a challenge! After a short hesitation, she extended her tongue out and gave the tip a lick. The salty taste of a sweaty, unwashed dick danced on her tongue, mixing with the pearl of precum. She rolled her tongue inside her mouth to savour the taste, surprised that it wasn't putting her off. Her wings were growing wide on her back, her arousal clear for Ship Shape to see. She gave the tip a few more rapid licks, never the one to go slow.

"Mmmhh!" Ship Shape grunted. He pushed himself a bit forward, aiming his cock lower for Rainbow Dash to reach.

Her hooves circled around the hard member, pulling it towards her mouth. She gave it a few more licks, garnering her another approving grunt from Ship Shape. Despite all of her gloating to both Scootaloo and to her own friends at one of their sleepovers, she wasn't that experienced with stallions. Well, with ponies in general, but especially with stallions. She'd always been more into mares, but that was mostly because of the company she kept. The stallions usually thought of her as just an athletic, tight, delicious piece of meat. They weren't wrong about that, of course! She just wanted to be more than that to anyone in bed with her, so she'd kept them at a little bit of a distance. No coltfriends for sure. That didn't mean she hadn't had a few one night stands, but those had mostly been drunk and sloppy endeavours that usually faded from her memory as soon as her sore cunny'd gotten better. The truth of the matter was that she hadn't actually given a blowjob to a stallion before. She'd had a dick in her mouth, the tip that is, after a large amount of drink and one too many rounds of spin the bottle, but that'd been it.

At moments like these, she seldom thought too far ahead. He was waiting, his member throbbing, his hips pushing it forward needily. From up close, it looked ginormous. There was no way it could fit in without dislocating her jaw and go more than maybe an inch inside. After a few more licks to gather her courage, she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and pushed his shaft deep inside her mouth with a slurping suck. To Rainbow Dash's surprise, it just kept going in, inch after in, until his ring was nearly touching her lips. Finally his dick hit the back of her throat, making her gag with a gurgle. She felt like she was throwing up, immediately pulling back enough for Ship Shape's member to almost fall out of her mouth.

"Mmmmhh!" Ship Shape exclaimed. He lowered a hoof onto Rainbow Dash's head, taking a firm hold of her mane, pulling her back in, pushing himself deep into Rainbow Dash's mouth.

Rainbow Dash gagged again, pulling back with a huge slurping sound, saliva bursting out from her mouth and running down her cheeks. Her eyes started to water and her nose was still blocked from all the bawling from before, making it hard for her to breathe. She was already out of breath after just the first two thrusts, and the third soon followed as Ship Shape pulled her back in, even deeper this time, making Rainbow Dash cough against the trobbing dick. She had to pull out all the way, Ship Shape's member falling out of her mouth as she desperately gasped for air. After a few pants she managed to say, "You're really rough."

Ship Shape gave a nervous cough. "I... might have gotten a bit carried away."

"It's perfect!" Rainbow Dash shouted. She blew out her nose, feeling snot run down her muzzle. She could finally breathe through her nose again. "I hate it when ponies treat me like I was gonna break!" She dove right back in, putting the tip of his member inside her mouth again. Ship Shape didn't wait any longer either, pulling her by the mane even harder, pushing so deep that his ring touched against Rainbow Dash's teeth. She gagged once more, but this time she squeezed her eyes shut and rode the nausea over. With every thrust it felt like he was trying to reach her stomach, and she was up to the challenge. She pulled back after every thrust, fighting against the strong hoof pulling on her mane. Every motion became a struggle. She had to blow her nose open to keep the air coming, every intake bringing with it the smell of Ship Shape: Heavy musk, old sweat mixed in with the new. It was dirty and disgusting, and she loved it.

Ship Shape pushed his whole body forward, teetering on the edge of the bed. Rainbow Dash was pushed further down, her tender bottom grinding against her haunches. Her eyes shot wide from the pain, giving him a glimpse of the half-lidded eyes and the fully extended brown wings of Ship Shape. The sight only lasted for a moment, because at the same time she couldn't help but bite down on the thick member pounding her throat. It wasn't a hard bite, but it immediately earned her a punishment, as Ship Shape's other hoof shot to her ear and squeezed it hard, just the way he'd done when pulling her over his lap earlier.

"HMMMGHGHHH!" Rainbow Dash shouted into the plug inside her mouth. "MMMH SMHMM!" she tried to apologise.

"I'd better not feel any more teeth, little filly, or there'll be another trip over my lap."

Rainbow Dash nodded vigorously, despite each motion sending another jolt of pain down the side of her head. Ship Shape mercifully released his grip on her ear, and Rainbow Dash tried to shake it to ease the pain. She didn't have long before Ship Shape violently pulled her back to task from her mane. Another thrust soon made her forget all about her ears, because once again she was pushed down against her aching rear. She could only try and force her aching jaw as wide as possible, not wanting to risk any more punishment onto her rump. She wasn't sure if she was giving a good blowjob either. She sucked all she could, making loud slurps and gurgles in doing so, but going with what Ship Shape was doing, it seemed to be just right.

There was also pain. Her neck hurt from the rapid back and forth movement, her scalp felt like it was going to come loose at any moment, her throat was sore, but not even comparably to her rump. She'd become a little defenseless filly over his lap, and now she got to submit to him again. There was no doubt that she, Rainbow Dash, was always in control in the bedroom (or in the bushes behind Sugarcube Corner), and she knew that if she wanted to, the pain would stop. But she didn't. She wanted this. She wanted to feel helpless for once, because right here, right now, she knew she was safe. Just like she'd felt after every single spanking she'd gotten from her own father. They hadn't done anything like this afterwards, Celestia forbid, but she'd had some very vivid daydreams when she'd been all alone afterwards, on her bed with her rump throbbing and her hoof dancing around her candy valley...

One of her forehooves let go of the pounding piston in her mouth, dashing to her slit. She wasn't damp as much as flooding, her crotch, her legs, even the carpet below soaked from her needy emissions. She started to play with her clit, running circles around it with the tip of her hoof, moaning into Ship Shape's shaft. She didn't get to play with herself for long. Ship Shape's thrusts were getting more erratic, more desperate. He doubled his pace, rocking Rainbow Dash's head back and forth, making the room spin for her. He made loud grunts with every movement, clearly closing in on his climax.

Rainbow Dash didn't know what to expect, but she was still taken completely by surprise as Ship Shape put both of her hooves on her mane and pulled her forward with all her strenght. Rainbow Dash might have been a top athlete and the Iron Pony, but right now she was overpowered completely. She felt his shaft push deep into her throat for the final time, flaring against her soft flesh, and then he came. Wave after wave of sticky cum shot directly into Rainbow Dash's throat. All she could do was try to desperately swallow all of it, but to no avail. She felt like she was drowning, unable to catch her breath, and started to cough against the tide of semen. The flow turned, shooting out the corners of her mouth and onto her cheeks. To her amazement and horror, the tide kept coming, and because it had nowhere else to go, it shot up the back of her throat and into her nose, filling it from behind. Just as she was about to panic, the tide stopped with one more lazy squirt landing on her tongue as he pulled out from her mouth. The droplets of cum burned on her tongue, the body warmth of Ship Shape conveyed to her in a liquid medium. She was left panting, mulling the last drops of cum on her tongue, getting to taste what a stallion's juice was all about. It was bitter, slightly salty, not really a great taste as such. She panted, her tongue drooping out from between her teeth. The precious cum slowly running down and out of her mouth to drop into the floor in front of her. There was another burning sensation, but this time somewhere deep inside her muzzle. She sneezed, the white stuff shooting out of her nose to her surprise, landing on the bedsheet, dangling down from its rim. She could only stare at it dumbfounded.

"That just didn't happen, right? Stuff like that doesn't happen!"

She didn't get a response. Ship Shape had fallen on his back with a long, content sigh. His glistening member was still halfway up, some of the aftershakes pushing the last bits of his cum out from his tip and running down the side. Rainbow Dash looked on as it slowly fell limp, receding into its sheath like a lazy snake slithering into its burrow. She was distracted from the almost magical sight by her burning nostrilss. She blew her nose one more time, trying to get all the extra gunk and spunk out, but the feeling didn't go away.

Rainbow Dash shook her head, feeling splatters of way too much organic stuff leave her face and land on the floor with wet sounds. "Eww," she said. "I'm not cleaning that up." She tried to get up as gingerly as possible to avoid disturbing her rump and climbed onto the bed. Without thinking too much, she sat down on top of Ship Shape, straddling his stomach. Another jolt of pain from her bottom made her lean forward. She quickly pushed her forehooves onto the bed on both sides of of Ship Shape's head to stop herself from falling straight on his face. The change in posture incidentally rubbed her slit against his coarse coat to her pleasant surprise.

Ship Shape didn't seem to mind the added weight. His forehooves traveled to Rainbow Dash's flanks, gently massaging her cutie marks. He lazily opened his eyes, then burst into laugh after seeing her face.

Rainbow Dash's whole body was rocked up and down along with his chuckles, but it was the sheer indignation that hurt her most. "Hey! Cut it out!"

Ship Shape tried to stifle his laughter, but it took him a long time, probably thanks to Rainbow Dash's glowering face only inches from his face.

"What's so funny anyway!?" Rainbod Dash demanded to know.

"I... *snort* I... never thought I'd end up giving you a dragon!" Ship Shape said, collapsing back into guffaws.

"Dragon? What the hay are you talking about!?" When her bouncy cushion didn't seem to be calming down, Rainbow Dash punched his chest with a forehoof. "Oh, come on! Not funny!"

Ship Shape slowly got himself together. "It's just... back in the day, we used to call that a sticky dragon. When a mare starts coughing and ends up... through their nose." He gave another short chuckle. "Oh Celestia I haven't laughed like that in ages."

Rainbow Dash caught on. "Yeah. Eww! I didn't know that could happen!"

"Never believed the stories myself," he said. "Before now, that is."

Rainbow Dash pushed her lower lip out in a pout. "You didn't have to laugh at it so much!"

Ship Shape grinned. "Don't worry, filly. I'll still kiss you." He puckered his lips for emphasis.

"As if I'd kiss you after something like that!" Rainbow Dash said, looking away.

"You won't?" Ship Shape asked, sounding completely unconvinced.

To her credit, Rainbow Dash kept her pout going for several more seconds before her slowly extending wings gave her away. "Thanks guys. Nice teamwork there," she told them, before leaning down and planting her messy face onto Ship Shape's. Their lips locked again, their tongues hungrily dancing in a wild primal motion. Ship Shape's forehooves started their work again, massaging Rainbow Dash's flanks and sides, confident and tender. Both the kiss and the fondling went on for a long while. It felt gentle and peaceful, his every motion telling her they had all the time in the world. She hadn't done something like it with anypony before. Both she and her previous partners had been about horny, hastly pleasure in the heat of the moment, fueled by hormones and alcohol. Now she felt a completely different kind of closeness. The warmth of his body against hers, the scent of both their sweat and other fluids mixed in with the distant hint of apples on his breath. Her hips were working on their own, rubbing and pushing her lower body against his stomach, grinding her dripping slit against him, sending waves of pleasure and unfulfilled need running through her whole body. She broke off their kiss and slid lower and lower, her face touching his chest. As she pulled back for breath, a bridge of drooping cum connected their muzzles together. She dove back in and gave him a few kisses along his neck and chest, but found she couldn't move any lower. A nice surprise stopped her descent; a roadblock, or in this case, a roadcock, was in her way. It bounced up merrily to greet its new friend, happily slapping directly against her buttcrack. She ground it against her crotch, moaning slightly as his ring traveled along the swollen lips of her slit. Both her motions and moans were soon echoed by Ship Shape, as his hips twitched up a bit, bouncing Rainbow Dash up in turn.

Rainbow Dash put her forehooves against Ship Shape's chest and pushed herself up and away from him. Her hind legs soon followed as she lifted the rest of her body up, her cunny now hovering next to the tip of his dick. She found it hard to balance without the use of her wings, now stood stiif and useless from arousal. A twitch from the member below her sent the tip slapping against her lips, which was like a giant GO! flag at the races. She dropped her body down, grinding his rod against her peehole painfully in her hurry, before finding her happy-hole. She let out a guttural moan as his thick meat slid in, joined by an even deeper one from Ship Shape. She was so desperately wet that she barely felt his first few inches, but her muscles soon found purchase and took hold, squeezing him tight. Her nerves flared in rapture, freezing her in her tracks, the exhilaration making her shiver from head to hoof.

Ship Shape struggled to sit up under her weight, bringing them back into the same position that Rainbow Dash had been immediately after her spanking. His hooves circled around Rainbow Dash, taking full hoof-fuls of her flanks, pulling her ever closer. Thanks to the difference in their size, their mouths were at the same height. They shared a short kiss, before his hooves moved lower to the most tender part of Rainbow Dash's spanked bottom, her upper thighs. He squeezed Rainbow Dash even harder, sending her shooting up.

"Owww!" she yelped, having almost forgotten how tender she still was. "No fair!"

Ship Shape had a mischievous grin on his face, very unbefitting his coarse demeanor. "Move that butt or I'll move it for you."

Rainbow Dash pushed her tongue out. "Nope! This time I'm the lead pony!" She lowered herself back along his shaft, enjoying every twitch of his rod and every tiny ripple coarsing through her own tunnel. She was deliberately slow, teasing, going down only an inch or two before stopping. There was nothing Ship Shape could do but to try and push his hip up. After what felt like an eternity to her, she finally hit his ring, preventing her from going any lower. There she stayed, looking Ship Shape straight in the eyes with burning determination. Sure, she might have been his little filly before, but no more. Now she was on top, and like every other partner she'd been with before, would make Ship Shape be her filly.

He gave up, moving his hooves to her sides, back to gently caressing her cutie marks. Rainbow Dash grinned in glee, knowing she'd won once again. Her own body was also screaming for her to hurry up, and she finally gave in. She put her forehooves onto his shoulders for purchase, then lifted herself up until just his tip was barely inside her, then went down back again. Her whole body was begging and pleading for her to go faster, but she tried to slow down some more. It didn't last very long. She was built for speed, so that's what she wanted. She'd barely hit the ring again before she shot up, then slammed her whole body down again. His thick member massaged every single one of her greedy pleasure centers, sending stars dancing in her eyes. Up and down she went, squeezing her legs tighter and tighter, gripping Ship Shape inside her tight, young muscles. She increased her pace even more, turning herself into a reverse piledriver, driving him deeper and deeper into her foundation.

She was soon panting amidst her grunts and moans from her frantic pace, feeling sweat run down both her face and back. She wouldn't slow down, couldn't slow down, the neurons in her body flashing like a newly installed electric grid from the burning pain and the even stronger pleasure from her cunny.

"Haaaaaaah!" Ship Shape shouted, barely able to hold onto the blue piston of the hydraulic ram that was Rainbow Dash. He'd given up on trying to keep up with her motions, now only able to grip a forehoof onto her tail, the last place she could find purchase. Even with the previous blowjob, a lesser stallion, a horny teenager colt, would have already shot his load inside that tight hole, but Ship Shape was a veteran. He'd fought on this battlefield time and time again, both his mind and body prepared for the wildest of rides from years of experience.

Rainbow Dash had always loved the feeling of being tucked from her tail, but she couldn't be held down. She lifted her butt higher, shaking it violently, until Ship Shape lost his final purchase, his final ounce of control, on her body. In his moment of weakness, she slammed him down onto the mattress with all the might in her forehooves. She dropped her hips down again, pushing his meat as deep as it would go, then stopped. With a wicked grin she started inching not up, but forward, using his rod like a lever to force him further onto the bed. Ship Shape couldn't help but back up, moving himself and the rainbow-haired harridan to the middle of the bed. Rainbow Dash wasn't done. She began to turn. His throbbing pillar of flesh and need grinding against her insides.

Ship Shape's whole body twitched from the sudden pain. "What the hay?!" he shouted.

"Shut up," was all the answer he got. Now with her ass directly aimed at Ship Shape, she leaned forward, planting her forehooves firmly onto the mattress. She only gave a short thought at the utter nakedness of her pose, lifting her tail up, affording him a full view of her buttcrack, of her puckered hole, and of his member buried to the ring inside her overflowing cunny. Her body calling for more movement, she pushed her rear legs up, then slammed down. He couldn't reach her any more, her whole body turning into a blur as she churned his shaft up and down. With every drop she could feel her tail slap against his chest and face with a loud thwack, but he didn't protest. Her mouth hung open from panting, drool freely hanging from the side of her mouth. Every now and then she felt a little tinge of pain from her spanked rump as it slammed against his legs and stomach, but it was growing distant. Now that she'd taken control of Ship Shape, her body did the same with her brain. She couldn't have stopped now even if she wanted to. Her eyes turned up, no longer able to see anything but the dancing, flashing lights inside her half-shut eyelids.

Her rump shot up, then down, then up, then down, ever faster, ever deeper, ever harder, until neither of them could take no more. Her walls began to pulse as she went over the edge, pulling Ship Shape along with her. He shouted a wordless, primal ululation from somewhere miles behind her as his shaft flared, pumping his hot lust inside her. Wave after wave of that burning ambrosia filled her, but she kept on milking him for every last drop. Her tight hole couldn't hold the tide in, both their loads exploding from inside her, covering both their lower bodies in a flood of love juices. After the last waves of her orgasm receded, her legs gave away and she fell onto her stomach, his shaft still inside her. Panting, she let her forehooves hang over the edge of the bed, enjoying the glowing warmth spreading from her nethers to the rest of her body. Her head rolled to the side and her tongue lolled out.

With no idea on how she'd been gone, Rainbow Dash's consciousness started returning to her. First was touch; his member was slowly receding out of her, giving a last, gentle caress to her slit on the way out. The rest of the room was returning; the smell of sweat and primal juices, the dryness of her mouth, the panting from behind her from the equally spent Ship Shape. Her eyesight was the last one to return. The room was still a blur as she opened her eyes. She blinked them a few times to clear away the gunk, but then they shot open. The warmth from her afterglow rushed out of her as she was dumped into ice-cold water.

Only a few feet from her face, from behind the slightly ajar door, an orange face was looking at her. Scootaloo was sitting on the floor in a pool of her own liquids, her hoof still quiltily against her fillyhood. As their eyes met, she flinched back as if struck, then jumped up and ran, the pitter-patter of her tiny hooves escaping down the corridor.

Author's Note

That's the second part of Rainbow Dash getting what she deserves in this story. The story itself isn't complete yet, of course. Get ready for some more feels... and maybe, just maybe, a visit from Scootaloo to return Silver Spoon's stuff...

Props go to CarcinoGeneticist and Chuck Finley, two of the most awesome purveyors of porn on the site. Thanks for the helps with the chapter!