Homoflexible

by PonyWifeAsshole

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Slice of Life
Length: 977

Rainbow Dash is pent up and hellbent on getting some, even if her partner doesn't swing that way.

Rainbow Dash hates losing, so she's going for an easy win. Except she's at the gay bar. Written as a self-challenge to do clop in one thousand words.

Humanized, contains non-consensual, heterosexual anal sex in public. You have been warned.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-26 15:10:03 UTC

Chapter 1

The one thing Rainbow Dash hated was striking out. In her mind, she was the hottest body and best pussy eater in all of Ponyville, so there was no reason for her to go home alone on a Friday. Especially not when she was at the gay bar. Dash threw the rest of her Jack & Coke down her throat, letting the mild burn wash out her feelings of rejects. Fuck it, if she couldn't get any vag, she was going to settle for some cock. Never her first choice, but cock was easy, and an easy win beat a loss. The difficulty in taking home a guy at a gay bar never even registered in Dash's alcohol-addled head.

She stumbled over to the restrooms. The athlete with the rainbow dye job was in no mood to wait. Her libido wanted satisfaction now, and the next chump to exit the men's room, as long as he had a functioning penis, was going to be her victim. Dash must have been having a turn of luck, as the man who stepped out was a tanned blondie with a cowboy hat and matching attire. Not that she usually dug guys, but he was a lean specimen who would have made her look twice at the gym. She didn't hesitate to grab him by his leather vest and shove him back into the single occupancy bathroom.

“What the hay is the meaning of this?” he yelled while Dash fumbled to secure the lock. He had a cute southern twang to his voice, close to Dash's farmer friend that she'd badly wanted to fuck for years. With his freckles, he bore some resemblance. The girl decided she was going to do a little imagining in her head while she had her fun.

“Settle down, cowboy,” Dash said. She peeled her cyan tank top off and unhooked her bra. If she were any more sober, she would have been more cautious with her clothes, what with how rampant semen stains were on the walls and floor. Her hands grabbed the hem of his jeans and nearly ripped them off his hips. “You're about to get a piece of the tightest ass in Ponyville.”

There were some words about how he didn't swing that way, but they fell deaf on Dash's ears. She wanted one thing, and that was satisfaction. She definitely didn't care about parts or who they were attached to. After fumbling with buckles, zippers, and briefs, her eyes were greeted with the largest penis she'd ever laid eyes on. Not that she'd seen many, but it was only half hard and still a match for any toy in her drawer.

“The name of your fuckbuddy for tonight is Rainbow Dash,” she said while squeezing the fleshy beast between her partner's legs. It pulsed and grew thicker in her hands. The size of the thing was making her drool, and a drop of spittle dribbled down onto his swollen, pink tip.

“Th-that's nice.” The boy pressed himself flat against the bathroom wall, like that was going to help him get away. With that kind of beta behavior, he must have been a bottom, Dash reasoned. Humoring him with a strap-on would have been fun, but she lacked the equipment. Not in the mood for foreplay, Dash pulled her boyshorts to her knees, placed her hands against the wall, and bent over.  With her firm, athletic ass and glistening vagina on display, she figured she was making the choice as easy as possible on her unwilling lover.

His hot, engorged cockhead pushed against her anus, surprising her. In retrospect, the choice was obvious for a man who spends his weekends at the gay bar. She relaxed her muscles, no stranger to having a large phallus in her behind, letting the boy push his giant manhood in. The sensation stretched Dash far beyond her limit. With no regard to the fact that she was in a public space, she screamed in pained pleasure while her nails scraped the wall.

Dash pushed back, begging for more of the dick inside of her. It felt like it was filling her all the way up to her lungs. She reached behind her, cupping and stroking her boytoy's balls while her hips bucked, massaging his member with her tightest muscle. For a moment, Dash lost balance and slipped. Her free hand tried to grab a hold of the wall, only to regain balance by shoving it into a dark round hole. There, Dash's grip was greeted by another warm and hard cock. This one was much smaller, though she didn't begrudge the stranger as he had some stiff competition. As she withdrew her hand, the stranger's shaft followed, poking through the wall.

What the hell, she'd never sucked a dick before, so why not try something new? She swallowed the cock whole, slurping with a rapid drunken fervor that contrasted the slow, steady strokes that were pleasing her from behind. Pinned between two anonymous penises, pleasure coursed through Dash's toned body. Every time the cowboy's hips slapped against her rump, she moaned around the cock in the gloryhole. It didn't take long for the amateur blowjob to do its duty. The cock in Dash's mouth twitched and pumped sweet, sticky semen down her gullet, a novel feeling that sent her through the roof.

Dash's clenching pucker pulled the trigger on the other cock pleasing her body. Her legs shook as juices ran down her thighs and another load of cum flood her from behind. In her haze of desire, Dash yelled what had been going through her head the entire time.

“Fuck me, Applejack!”

“Wait a second,” the cowboy said as he quickly yanked his cock out of Dash's ass, leaving a gaping hole drooling with semen. “How the hay do you know my cousin?”