Rainbow Dash Come's over for a visit
She just appears on your doorstep one afternoon.
You're in your living room watching your Sonic X My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic DVDs on your Sony Home Entertainment System (or whatever), because you're unemployed and have nowhere to go, when you hear a couple of knocks on the door. The knocking continues as you get up and lumber over to open it, getting more annoying and more incessant with each moment.
Upon the doorstep, you find a curious little creature the size of a small dog, its head barely up to your waist. It's Columbia-blue, with a cascading mane and tail of multiple colors like a windswept rainbow. You can see sleek muscles rippling under its coat as it looks up at you with an expression of mild irritation and impatience. It has a pair of wings folded at its sides, despite being equine in nature and not avian. Its thighs are adorned with lightning-bolt-and-storm cloud marks.
Most importantly of all, you realize that this creature is actually your favorite pony from the TV show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash. You instantly know exactly who she is, and because you are a delusional little man with a very slippery grasp on reality, you have no trouble believing it.
"Rainbow Dash?" you say in a blank, near-monotonic voice. Not that anything you say isn't ever just as blank and clueless. Your face reflects nothing at all save for a creepily mindless, yet somehow also obnoxiously smug, soul-piercing stare that reveals your lack of comprehension regarding the world around you, because you have the emotionally expressive range of a dead fish.
Despite being creeped out by your stare, Dash's annoyed look turns to a smirk. She postures a bit. "You've heard of me, huh?"
"Yes. You are the wing-having equine Rainbow Dash. You are a blue Cartoon Pony with a mane that is rainbow colored on the Television show 'My Little Pony' which was created by Lauren Faust using Flash computer Programs and is owned by Hasbro and first aired on October 10th, 2011 on 'The Hub' with its fir--"
"I literally have no idea what the hay you're talking about, dude," Dash cuts in with a yawn. Before you can give her your full 18 paragraph explanation, she asks, "Look, can I come in? It's bucking cold out."
"Yes. You may enter my Self-belonged House." You hold the door open while she scampers inside. By the time it's closed, she's made herself at home on your couch, having pushed all the empty and half-empty hot pocket sleeves onto the floor.
"So," she says.
"What do you want?" you ask her, forgetting all the lessons in the technique of polite social interaction you got from your school counselor in a vain attempt to stop all the beat downs when you said something stupid and inappropriate. Fortunately, Dash doesn't mind, because she's just as blunt (though far more tactful in all situations than you)
"Well, the last three houses kicked me right out when I said it, and this is gonna sound pretty weird," says Dash, "but I want to have sex with a human."
"Okay," you say immediately. When you start to undress right there, she stops you, looking mildly disturbed.
"Woah, woah. I'm pretty easy, and I know it, but damn, that was too fast. I'm not even wet yet, dude! Calm the hell down and court me a little."
"Okay."
Rainbow Dash's idea of courting, apparently, is having you sit and listen while she recalls her many, many strange sexual encounters, many of which don't even involve normal ponies. She tells you about things like getting double-teamed by a pair of diamond dogs and offering herself as a prostitute to a primitive zebra tribe while dressed as Daring Do. Were you a normal person, you might have also picked up on the fact that doing the kinds of things Rainbow Dash does is indicative of some serious psychological/emotional issues. You might also have picked up on how embarrassed and ashamed she looks while recounting them, and how she obviously knows what she's done is inappropriate and is upset with herself for it.
But because you are Anon, you lack the capacity for empathy, and the only reason you're not scamming people out of billions of dollars via corporate pyramid schemes is because you're also on the retard side of borderline retarded. Thus, all you can think about is the fact that Dash's pussy is dripping onto your couch by the time she finishes talking about that incredibly kinky and disturbing thing she did with Princess Luna and Nightmare Moon last Thursday.
Also because you are Anon, you do not realize that Dash is actually very nervous around you because of your lack of emotional connection to the rest of the world, and is telling the stories of her freaky exploits to you in order to try and get you engaged so she feels more comfortable; kind of like talking about the weather. It's a self-deprecating way of getting you to like her, but we've already established that she's not the healthiest of ponies upstairs when it comes to sexual interaction, and anyway she's here to fuck you, not to start a relationship.
"...so dude, if you're not gonna actually do anything to get me turned on yourself, we might as well just go do it..." she informs you dejectedly after going through all the weird sex anecdotes she can think of, having failed to connect with you due to the fact that you don't recognize the existence of anyone but yourself as worth connecting with. "You got a bedroom, or something?"
"Yes," you reply.
There's a very long pause, which ends when Dash flaps her wings and glides over to land in front of you, a sort of exasperated how-dumb-are-you? expression on her face.
"...can I see it?"
You repeat, "Yes," and don't do anything. Dash rolls her eyes and runs a hoof through her mane, sighing.
"Okay, I guess humans aren't that bright. You're obviously really dumb, anyway. You know what, that's kind of kinky--I don't think I've actually slept with anything that's not sen-tee-ent yet. Did I say that right? Eh, whatever. It's not like Twilight's here to complain. I want you to take me to your bedroom and fuck me," she finally explains, with an unpleasantly self-conscious look on her face that you miss entirely.
"Okay." You lead her down the hall to your bedroom. She jumps up onto your bed with a single flap of her wings. You don't notice it, but she's so light she barely makes an impression on the covers. The reason you don't notice it is that you're staring at her wings, which are still folded at her sides.
"These are supposed to be spaciously Un-folded to their Full Extent when you're sexually Aroused," you remind her her. She looks bewildered by this.
"Sorry, but what the hay are you talking about?"
"You are supposed to experience an Erection of your two Wings when you are Sexually Aroused." Reaching out, you grab her folded wing by some of her feathers and unfold it. She lets out a stifled scream and goes rigid, and you wonder if she's having an orgasm. A wingasm.
"Stopstopstopstopstopstopstop!" Dash pleads as you laugh at your super-clever pun. You let go of her wing to scratch your chin a moment later. She jumps back, eyes wide and breathing very hard.
You start, "Why are they not--" but she interrupts you before you can finish asking about wing boners again.
"Don't bucking touch the wings!"
"Why not?" you ask.
"Because it freaking hurts, stupid! Even the diamond dogs left 'em alone! You got a lotta nerve doing that!"
You cower under her unwarranted verbal assault, your lower lip trembling as you remember getting yelled at for other unfair things; like taking people's things without asking first (how were you supposed to know those video games in the store weren't being given away?) and jacking off in the school bathroom (you had to because a girl you were staring at all through history class made you hard, and people laughed at your obvious erection) and throwing temper tantrums in your late teens. You also start to flap your hands because you're retarded and that's what you do when you're nervous.
Dash continues to look angry for a moment, but eventually she softens, wondering if maybe she overreacted. She sighs and takes a few deep breaths before speaking again.
"I... guess I can forgive you," she says, "'cause you don't have pegasi here and it's not your fault you don't know. Just... don't touch them, okay?"
"Okay," you say, reverting back to your previous good mood, and you start to undress. "But why are they not Hard?"
"They don't get hard, dude," Dash replies, sounding thoroughly confused. "I dunno where you heard that."
"It is in most to every Pornographic Image of Pegasuses."
She sighs, giving you that that 'what-is-wrong-with-you?' look again, and shakes her head. "Porn isn't real life, okay? And it's pegasi."
"Okay." You take off your tighty-whities, exposing your unwashed penis and disgustingly hairy testicles.
"Whoa," says Dash, her eyes widening, when she sees your semi-erect member. "That's big."
This makes you feel very smug and superior, and you smirk at the awed (really, appalled) Pegasus. What you fail to comprehend is that Rainbow Dash thinks your dick is huge because she's is about half your size. None of the creatures she's fucked have had such a huge member, because they're all of reduced stature compared to you as well. The bottom line: you're almost average-sized.
"Advance to me and engage in Intimate Engagements with my Thingy," you say, trying to make bedroom eyes at her. She's unimpressed, still looking a bit apprehensive and very confused.
"What?"
"Advance to me and engage in Intimate Engagements with my Thingy."
She blinks a few times. "You want me to... is that like, you want me to do stuff to your cock?"
"Yes," you reply.
"O-kay then..." Dash says slowly, but she moves back so you can sit down.
You plop down heavily on the bed, and she leans over your lap to nervously inspect your cock.
"It's practically as big as my bucking leg, dude. How the heck do you guys mate with dicks like this?"
"Well," you say with a level of smugness that only a complete retard could achieve, "I am Better Endowed than Average to slightly Larger than average."
Dash looks genuinely worried. "I'm not even sure it'll fit inside me."
"I can get it in if I try," you tell her. She glares at you.
"Wow, and ponies tell me I don't care about their feelings."
"Okay."
"Ugh, you're impossible. I don't know what Lyra sees in you guys. Move your hoof--uh, I mean, hand. I wanna taste it." She flicks her tongue experimentally at the head of your cock. Looking slightly revolted, she moves back and appears to think very hard for a while.
Eventually, she decides to go ahead with it in spite of your communication difficulties, simply because she's so perversely turned on by the idea of being ravished by a creature of primal instinct. Opening her mouth as wide as she can, she takes the bulb of your dick into her mouth and starts suckling on it, her prismatic mane curtaining her face. Objectively, Rainbow Dash is actually terrible at giving head, but you've never experienced anything but your own hand so you don't realize that. You moan loudly and generally act obnoxious, though Dash is determined to get laid with a human and so she ignores your behavior.
Dash, being much smaller than you, can't comfortably fit very much of your dick into her mouth. For this reason, you aren't getting all the stimulation you feel you deserve. You decide to utilize your immense repertoire of skills, such as empathy and sexual experience, by pushing her head down on your cock to get it further in. Dash chokes grotesquely and starts struggling, but she's not strong enough to throw off a creature twice as big as, and seven or eight times heavier than, her.
It's sheer luck you decide to scratch your face and take your hands off her, forgetting what you were just doing, before she loses consciousness. Dash instantly raises her head and throws herself backward against the wall, coughing and gasping. Where before she merely looked irritated with your obtuseness, she now looks scared.
"Dude!" she chokes out. "What the hell was that?"
"What the H*** was what?" you ask, scratching your butt now. Dash gives you a look of complete disbelief.
"That--that thing, where you were choking the living fuck out of me! What the hell?"
"That was from Pornography."
"Pornography is not real life!" Dash screeches, and then goes into another fit of coughing. "D-d-dude, that was fucked up, okay? Next time, think about what you're doing! Did you actually think any pony would like that?"
"I liked it," you reply, not understanding why she's so upset.
She looks like she wants to say something to that, but doesn't. Instead, she nervously edges her way back over to you, never taking her eyes off your face. "Look... just... don't do anything while I'm sucking you off... okay? Just... let me do my thing."
Not comprehending that you're basically taking advantage of a mentally ill pony by this point, since Dash can't seem to stop in spite of how much she obviously wants to, you respond with another "Okay."
Dash finally looks at your cock again. When she puts her mouth on it again, she does it sideways, sucking on the shaft instead. After a while, she seems to get more comfortable again, and you smell something that resembles the smell hanging in the air before thunderstorms. You wonder if it's her snatch, and that makes you wonder what it feels like, so you reach around behind her--Dash is kneeling with her plot in the air--and find her slit.
As you pet it, she starts to groan approvingly, and eventually takes her mouth off your cock to say, "I guess that's better..."
"Okay."
Her pussy is in surprisingly good shape for a mare who's repeatedly been the center of multiple gang bangs, orgies, and other 'interesting' activities with well-endowed creatures. You manage to get your fore and middle fingers into it after some work that has Dash wincing, but she apparently draws the line at your attempt to get a third finger inside. The Pegasus pony lets your member pop out of her mouth and turns around silently, kneeling down and raising her plot into the air.
"Just... get it over with," she mumbles.
Anyone with a semi-functional understanding that others might have different thoughts should be able to tell by this point that Dash really doesn't want to go any further, but feels compelled to do so by whatever sickness is inhabiting her brain. If you were to tell her no, she'd just go home and cry herself to sleep on her cloud bed while stroking her tail and wishing she wasn't possessed by such disgusting urges, tell herself she's done with it all, and then show up at somebody else's house a week later anyway.
The least you could do is take a break to let her collect herself, or maybe even turning her around and giving her a hug, which she would gladly accept, and asking if she's really okay with this. She would say yes, but it would make everything so much better if she just knew you cared. Hell, any kind of friendly interaction whatsoever, be it dirty talk or actual conversation, would probably help her feel more comfortable with what she's doing. Maybe she would actually be able to let go of some of her guilt if you connected with her in some way.
But comprehending this is far beyond your emotional maturity. You can only think about fucking Rainbow Dash, your favorite MLP:FIM pony.
You move her tail out of the way to show her snatch. The pink slit is slightly stretched from your abuse earlier, but it's still very small. It's actually kind of cute, being as slippery and innocent-looking as it is, with a little hooded button at the top. You, however, register it not as a magical Pegasus pony's reproductive opening, or even the desecrated genitals of a sick pony who should really be in therapy instead of your bed, but as a hole you can stick your dick in without getting in trouble again.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" cries Dash when you touch the head of your cock to her slit. She shifts herself so you can't push in, with your cock being under her instead, pressing against her belly. It's literally up to her stomach, so great is the size difference.
Irritated at the interruption, you snort and grunt like an animal.
Dash now looks completely terrified as she says, "D-dude, please b-be careful... I don't wanna get h-hurt. Please be gentle, a-and go slow... please."
"Okay," you mindlessly agree. Reluctantly, Dash allows you to press your member up against her cunt again. The head isn't even halfway in before she begins to whimper, though you don't understand the relationship between what you're doing and her reaction.
"Kah-kay," she stammers, shuddering. "Tha-a-a-t's f-f-far eno-enough i-in..."
Too horny to think about or care that the hole you're trying to fuck belongs to a thirty-eight pound pastel Pegasus pony about half your size, you fail to hear her speaking and continue to slowly feed your five-and-a-half inch dick into her. Five and half inches might be doable for a human woman, as you've seen in porn--but as Dash said, porn is not real life. And nor is your furry porn real life, either; Equestrian ponies don't have the huge rods that the horses of earth do, and their mares are, correspondingly, not as big around or as deep.
It isn't long before Dash starts squirming and whimpering, her vagina already stretched to the point of being painful. You make this worse by jamming a finger in to further widen her, as she's so tight you worry your cock might fall asleep. In your had, you're on top of the world: you have all the video games and social security money you ever wanted and you're fucking the Rainbow Dash on your bed. And yet, what happens next certifies you as the loser your peers always knew you were.
Dash has been trying to muffle her crying by biting her hoof, but the pain, discomfort, and humiliation are finally overriding her compulsive need to have sex with you. The number one rule of normal fucking is don't fucking make her cry, if she cries then you're a total fucking loser. You don't know this, so you keep pushing until she finally gives in and lets go of her hoof.
"Stop!" she pleads, near-hysterically. "Stop, it hurts too much! You're hurting me! Stop!"
Your egotistical mind, however, has tuned out everything but your dick and the perfect little pink cunt it's sliding in and out of. Not so much sliding now, actually, as Rainbow Dash isn't horny at all anymore; she's starting to go dry. The lack of lubrication makes it very difficult for you to get any further in, especially since you've reached another tight point.
Grunting, you give her a good thrust, trying to get past the blockage--which is actually Dash's cervix. Now panicking, Dash opens her wings and frantically tries to push you away from her, afraid that moving will do even more damage. But even her wings aren't strong enough to give your large, padded body more than a good shove.
You reach out and grab her right one, forgetting everything she said earlier about not touching them. Your fat fingers close around its halfway point, crushing and breaking her delicate feathers in your grip, which is far too strong for the situation it's being used in. Dash's left wing keeps fighting you until you catch that one too. This time, it's not just feathers you break; there's also a snapping sound as you snap her hollow avian-like wing bones.
Dash screams at you to let go, too paralyzed by the sudden overload of sensory input from her nerve-rich wings to help herself beyond weak struggling, but your one-track mind tunes her out. You ram yourself into her a few more times, grunting and making strange, inhuman noises of frustration that cause Dash to shed even more tears.
"I don't wanna do this anymore!" wails Dash. "Please stop! Oh, god, you're hurting me!"
At last, your cock tears past her cervix, forcibly dilating it in the span of less than a second. Dash loses all semblance of control and screams for help at the top of her lungs. The sound irritates your sensitive hearing, so you push her forward until her head is pressed between the corner of the wall and the bed, forcing her to bury her face in the bedspread, which muffles the noise as you continue to inch your way into her.
She's screaming stop, stop, stop as loud as she can, but it's hard to understand now, and even if it was intelligible you would have ignored it, because you're in your own little world as you obliviously enter her womb. Dash breathes a sigh of relief when you stop pushing in--having gone all five and a half inches into her small body--and start pulling out. Then you slam back in as hard as you can, and she goes back to bawling. It feels great, because even after your initial entry, Dash is still incredibly tight--but Dash herself lets out a terrified and pained screech with each assault.
Using her wings like handlebars, you find a rhythm, fucking her with as much force as possible, like you saw in porn. Though you can't see it, each thrust causes Dash's lower belly to bulge out slightly because of the angle that you're raping her at, and also because of the fact that you're systematically rupturing her reproductive organs with your brutal, uncaring assault. Your selective hearing continues to tune out Dash's screaming until she quiets down, having had her muzzle pressed against the corner with such force that it's crushed and bleeding.
Eventually the only sound besides that of you slapping against her at a furious rate--Dash has started to become easy to move in and out of, her vagina forcibly stretched to an obscene width and slick with a coating of blood--and the Pegasus's hysterical crying. Occasionally, Dash still pleads for you to stop hurting her, but you don't even hear her anymore.
You're approaching climax, thinking of you and Dash together forever in Equestria with you as a pony and her as your wife, with her servicing you as you see fit, and you playing video games 24/7. Grunts and fragments of words and phrases you heard on television the other day come out of your mouth as your disordered mind focuses on your favorite things in the world--Sonic, Transformers, 1962 soda pop bottle caps painted orange, and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
Dash shudders when you blow your fertile sperm supply into her violated body. You groan out her name in a barely intelligible retard voice, and she lets out a long miserable whine. Even when you let go of her wings, she's too traumatized to do anything; she just sits there, bent over, until you finally pull out, still riding the last waves of pleasure. Then she falls onto her side and huddles into a ball, crying so hard she can barely breathe.
If you hadn't been so preoccupied with wiping your blood-covered dick off on her flank--ew, menstrual blood, you think, remembering those WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MY BODY? books you stole from the library years ago to get a peek at the loli art inside--you might have noticed that Dash's cute little pink slit has been reduced to a gaping red hole that's still leaking blood and cum. Her tail covers it tightly a second after it's exposed. You ignore her crying as you put your clothes back on, humming the My Little Pony theme.
"That sure was a lot of Fun, huh?" you exclaim, and though you're sincere in your question, Dash naturally interprets the words as a sign that she's about to go through a Round Two (partly because you put no emotion into your voice, so she can't tell what you're thinking), and begs you not to hurt her again, despite how you don't understand what 'no' means. Fortunately for her, you're not very virile, and you have a sudden urge to play Sonic 15.8 again. Without another word to Dash, you lumber out into the living room to set up your game.
Some time later, while you eat you triple-chocolate fudge ice cream out of the container and watch Amy Rose show off her panties while Shadow waves his gun around and talks like a gangsta, you hear a noise in the kitchen. Investigating, you discover a trail of blood leading from your bedroom into that room, and following that, you in turn discover Dash desperately trying to open the side door that leads into the garage. When she sees you, she balls up into a fetal position and starts begging you to let her go home.
"Well, of course you gotta go Home." You unlock the door for her and open it. "Hey, I lost my Phone Number. Can I have yours?"
As you chuckle heartily at your clever pickup line, Dash limps past you on three legs. She's walking funny, breathing in sharply every time her hindquarters or abdomen are involved in taking a step, her blood-spotted prismatic tail tucked as far between her legs as it'll go. One of her hooves is also pressed between her legs, which you assume is for the purpose of masturbation, because you're an idiot and don't realize she's literally trying to keep her destroyed reproductive system from slipping out.
"So can I have your Phone number?" you repeat, annoyed at her lack of response.
"I-I-I d-don't have a phone..." Dash whimpers after struggling down the two steps into the garage.
"You should get a phone Number so that you can Call me!" You lumber forward, making the skittish Pegasus stumble backwards in terror. She bumps against the garage door, and her expression morphs into hope. Freedom is just a door away.
"Could you p-p-please open this door?" she asks. She sounds more like Fluttershy than Rainbow Dash right now, but everyone looks and acts the same to you, so you don't notice. In fact, you're so busy thinking about yourself that you don't really even hear her.
"You should remain a little," you tell her very loudly after some thinking. "We can play Sonic 15.8 together! He's really ultra Fast, like you! Come on back--"
"NO!" she screams, the sheer volume and hysteria practically scraping her vocal cords apart. You're startled and begin to freak out, wringing your hands and making odd, inhuman noises under your breath, and she starts crying again, realizing she might have just prolonged her stay again. "I-I-I m-mean... I h-have some-wh-where t-to be... with T-Twilight... r-real soon... c-c-could you p-please un-lock the door...?"
"But I want to play Sonic 15.8!" you whine, stamping your foot repeatedly on the floor in agitation, like a child (being Anon, you are a man child) having a tantrum. "I want to play Sonic 15.8 with my best Friend Rainbow Dash!"
Dash lowers herself to the floor submissively and touches her front hooves together in a pleading gesture. She begins mumbling at you: "Please let me go home... I p-promise I'll come back a-and b-b-be your friend... I promise... C-cross my heart and h-hope to fly, stick a c-cupcake in my eye... Please... if you c-care... at all... let me go... I wanna go home... please, please unlock i-it..."
"But I wanna play Soniiiic 15.8!"
Fortunately (for Dash), you're getting tired of this, because you're unused to getting your way immediately since nobody wants to hear the bitch fits you throw whenever you don't. You being Anon, you have no regard for her feelings whatsoever. That other people have feelings different from your own is an alien concept to you. Watching My Little Pony might have taught you more about friendship than you learned in your entire life before that, but it doesn't make you any less of a disgusting waste of space.
"Return Home and commission your Engorgement with Twilight Sparkle the Lavender Unicorn," you command in an overly formal manner, using big words you don't know the meaning of because you're stupid. "At five o'clock Standard Time, you will return to my Dwelling and we will Pontificate Sonic the Hedgehog 15.8 in Union."
Dash nods so much her head practically falls off, speaking in a high, anxious voice. "Okay! Sounds great, buddy! See ya then! We'll have lots of fun! Now will you please open this door?"
"Why do you keep asking me to Unlock it?" Your voice is one of self-centered annoyance. "It's already unlocked!"
By the time you stamp your foot again, Dash is already trying to turn the round doorknob. She starts to whimper again when her hooves keep sliding off it, but in the end she manages to do it using one hoof and her good wing. The moment she's outside, she bolts off--at a limping pace, of course, because she's still holding herself together with one hoof.
"Come back soon!" you call after her as she disappears around the side of the house.
Going back to your living room, you sit down and un pause Sonic 15.8.
"That went well," you think contentedly, remembering your super-fun lovemaking with your new waifu Rainbow Dash and smiling.
That night, you're awakened by a strange sound: a huge crash. You wet yourself in fear and call for your mother, before remembering that she's been dead for several years. Tucking your penis back in your pajamas--you were playing with it earlier--you venture out to see what the disturbance is.
It's eerily silent as you creep toward your door of your room. Suddenly, the door violently explodes in a burst of lavender flame, sending wood, MLP memorabilia, and plastic anime crap flying everywhere. You yourself are thrown back onto the floor in front of your bed, your great girth jiggling merrily about.
A white unicorn steps through the door as you try to recover from the blast. Her expression is one of such profound hatred that even you pick up on it. She's only slightly taller than Rainbow Dash, yet she's even more imposing than Megatron. What makes her stand out to you, aside from the two seemingly endless wells of disgust and contempt that are her glowing red eyes, is the fact that her mane and tail are made entirely of fire.
"Hello," she says in a dangerously soft voice. "My name is Twilight Sparkle. I hear you met my friend Rainbow Dash today."