Sunny Cerulean Skies

by Akumokagetsu

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Rainbow Dash, Sex
Length: 11663

Rainbow Dash learns firsthoof all about bukakke.

Rainbow Dash, curious about bukakke, seeks out her friend Twilight for more information. Directing Dash to a mysterious bathhouse where the stallions are oddly aplenty, Twilight treats Rainbow Dash to far more than she ever bargained for.
Collaboration with the parasprite.
This is officially the most horrible thing I have ever written, ever. Please don't read it. It wasn't meant to be read by anyone, and should not be read by anyone, for any reason, ever. Don't say you weren't warned.
Triggers: Watersports, bondage, gagging, rape, gangbangs, anal, gapes, bukakke, whipping, gangrape, double anal, extreme penetrations, semen overload, slavery, electrical play, suspension, necrophilia, the parasprite, triple anal, misused construction equipment, not-quite-mind break, gallons and gallons of sperm, magical muscular manipulation, pickles.

Published 2014-04-25 04:30:04 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-30 04:54:38 UTC

Ramming Rainbow

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The clock on the wall continued to drum out a steady beat into the library, its monotonous voice grating against the uneasy pegasus’s ears. Rainbow Dash fiddled with her hooves as she sat across from her silent friend, anxiously awaiting a reply. Any reply, any answer at all would be better than the dreadful silence.

“Rainbow Dash,” Twilight asked quietly, leaning forward slightly over the table and pressing her hooves into a steeple. “I want you to explain to me precisely why you would tell me something like that.”

Dash flushed deeply, her wings tightening against her sides.

“I dunno,” she shrugged, almost itching toward the door. She froze at Twilight’s sharp gesture with her hoof, causing her to halt.

“Rainbow Dash,” Twilight Sparkle breathed heavily through her nose, still showing no emotion. “Sit back down.” When the pegasus made no further move in either direction, Twilight simply sighed again and patted the table with the flat of her hoof a couple of times.

“You can relax, Dash. I just want you to be a little more honest; both with me, and with yourself,” she explained, narrowing her eyes a little. Rainbow Dash finally caved in, shuffling restlessly back into the creaky wooden chair and back into the piercing gaze of the unicorn.

Instead of speaking, Rainbow Dash resumed tapping her hooves together, unable to quite meet her eyes.

“Rainbow Dash,” Twilight spoke again, her voice keeping its even tone. “You and I both know exactly why you asked me, and I want you to know that you can trust me. But I want to hear you say it first.”

“Because I wanted to try it out,” Rainbow Dash’s cheeks burned, but she held her head high. “And I didn’t think that it would be this… this…!” she mimed holding something in the air, and shook it.

“Well, whereas I certainly am glad that you came to me,” Twilight brushed a lock of mane from her face, small smile settling on her lips, “you really should have guessed that the nature of the conversation would take a few turns like this when you ask about something like sexual activity. Namely, bukakke.”

“So…” Dash coughed into her hoof awkwardly, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Can-can you help me, or not?”

“Absolutely!” Twilight nodded with surprising enthusiasm, magically levitating a small pad of paper and quill from a nearby drawer, slapping both on the table before scribbling quickly. “Just follow these exact instructions. Go to this address, and make sure that you remember the code.”

This time, it was Rainbow Dash’s turn to stare, and she had to take action to keep her mouth from hanging open. Twilight slid the paper across the table the moment that she finished, calmly steepling her hooves again.

“… Just like that?” Rainbow Dash blinked, a hint of confusion showing on her features.

“Just like that,” she nodded again.

“It’s-it’s really that easy,” Dash furrowed her brows in skepticism, thinking heavily. “Really?”

“Really,” Twilight reassured her, shuffling her own wings in a much more confident manner. “Trust me. It is a very secure location, and it won’t cost you a single bit. So long as you give them the code words on this sheet, that is.”

“… Really?”

“Yes, really!” she grabbed her hoof forcefully, sharp gleam in her eyes. “It is, it really is. Didn’t I tell you to trust me?”

Rainbow Dash started to reply, but shied away from the odd look that her friend was giving her. It was all just too convenient.

“Uh… thanks, Twi,” Dash pulled away eventually, and Twilight crossed her forelegs in satisfaction. She rose from her spot, and treaded over the cold wooden floor toward the exit of Golden Oaks library. “I’ll be seeing you, okay?” Rainbow Dash threw a weak wave over her shoulder.

Again to her surprise, Twilight stopped her just as she pried open the door.

“Er, actually…” the unicorn scratched the back of her head, and Dash was still unable to identify the look that she wore. “Er-hem. Actually, Rainbow Dash, I have a question for you as well. I mean, if you don’t mind, that is.”

“Wha-? Oh, sure, sure!” Dash bobbed her head furiously, multihued mane flapping over her eyes as she did so. She didn’t want to seem crude after the help Twilight had just given her, after all.

“Do you – do you want to go and… do? I mean, do something? Sometime?” Twilight asked restlessly. It seemed a bit odd to the pegasus for her friend to grow so uneasy now, when she had been so comfortable discussing her particular ‘needs’ during her time of heat.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Rainbow Dash shrugged nonchalantly. “Just, you know. Whatever. We can hang tomorrow, if you want. I guess.”

“Oh good!” Twilight answered a little too quickly, bumping Dash out the door. “Okay then, see you Rainbow Dash!”

The door slammed behind her with unanticipated alacrity, and after another moment Dash finally let out her breath. She shook her head slowly as she walked away, her heavy thoughts distracting her from her slowly rising spirits. Maybe for something like this, it was better to wait it out and prepare for everything herself.

Maybe she wouldn’t try out her little fantasy after all. Not today, at least…

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Rainbow Dash shifted uncomfortably, heat rising in her face as the mare behind the counter stared at her. The gleaming light from the frosty tinted glass windows gave the receptionist an oddly surreal appearance, like she was looking at a ghost.

“I’m sorry, could you say that again?” she stopped polishing one of her hooves, bored expression unchanging as she lifted a hoof to cup her ear. Dash cleared her throat again, nervously looking around the bathhouse entry room again.

“I’m-I’m here for a, uh… a reservation,” Rainbow Dash mumbled a little more loudly, suddenly finding the patch of floor directly between her hooves far more interesting. She swiftly found reason after reason to simply walk right back out the door she had crept through, after spending so much time in debate with herself. Dash’s wings felt a little too cramped, her blood pressure was high, she was beginning to develop a terrible sweat in uncomfortable places. Any and all excuses she could think of, and not one of them made it past her lips.

“Mare’s bathing area is down the hall on the left,” the receptionist pointed promptly, face remaining as stony as the grey wall behind her. “Steam room on the end, massage parlor just before it and after the restrooms.”

“Oh. Oh, uh. Uh,” Rainbow Dash rubbed her foreleg furiously, scratching an imaginary itch.

“Do you need me to repeat it?” the mare asked with a hint of irritation in her voice, and Dash cleared her throat for the umpteenth time.

“No, no. I’m… actually here for the, you know… stallion’s place.”

“Oh!” she perked up immediately, smile growing on her face. “Why didn’t you say so? Are you here for the refreshment courses, or will you be paying for the deluxe gentlecolt’s show?”

“Um, actually,” Rainbow Dash rubbed the back of her neck, forcing her gaze upward to the inexplicably chipper receptionist. “I was supposed to give you a code.”

“Ah, I see. One of the Founder’s Favorites?”

Rainbow Dash resisted the urge to ask her what she meant, but instead shook her head.

“I was supposed to come in and-and ask for a ‘pearl necklace,’ I think…?”

“Oh. Oh!” her eyes widened a little, and she pursed her lips before nodding slowly. “Right, of course. I didn’t realize, madam, my deepest apologies. Right this way.”

Dash trotted tensely after the mare, who led her down a thin hall on the right side of the building. After passing through a couple of thick wooden doors and taking a couple of turns into oddly identical rooms that seemed to be used for no more than storage, the receptionist revealed a small intercom set into the center of the wall.

Rainbow Dash started to inquire about the oddity, confused by it all, but nearly jumped out of her skin when the mare turned sharply around. Still remaining utterly silent, she peered about to ensure that they were completely alone before activating the little grey button on the intercom, leaning in close before speaking in a voice hardly above a whisper but still retained her professionally bored tone.

“Tulip cantering right, pearl necklace on a bit. Yellow, yellow, green.”

Further baffled by the apparent code speak, Dash just started to lean in to inspect the small intercom box a little closer – however, before she could get the chance to do so, the entire blank wall to her side slowly slid open, revealing yet another hallway; this one much more brightly lit, surprisingly long and traveling downward at a very slight incline. Just how large this place was continued to bewilder Rainbow Dash. It had looked so much smaller from the outside.

“… Huh,” Dash blurted.

“The waiting room is at the end,” the receptionist explained sharply, marching squarely out of the room. “Don’t touch any of the other doors on your way, please.”

“Didn’t I just come from a waiting room?” Rainbow Dash asked with a frown, but she was already gone.

Although she first felt a rush of cold air upon tentatively entering the hidden hallway, the temperature and humidity slowly began to rise the closer that she reached the door at the end. Either that, or she had grown so nervous from anticipation that she had unknowingly caught fire; for all Dash knew, it could have been either one.

Rainbow Dash trotted a little more quickly when she heard the passageway door snap shut behind her with a woosh, and she kept her eyes on the steel doors set into the walls as she passed them. Not a single one was indistinguishable from another, aside from a small flaky painted number on each one. Remembering the receptionist’s warning, Dash was still slightly tempted to take a peek behind one of the doors anyway. Perhaps there were other mares like herself who were indulging in similar fantasies…

She shook her head harshly, her cheeks beginning to burn again. She was here for her own business.

That didn’t make her any less curious, though.

Finally reaching the end of the hall and the sound of her hooves ceasing at last, Rainbow Dash knocked awkwardly a couple of times before bracing herself and entering.

She held her breath, fighting the sudden bizarre urge to spread her wings out as far as they would go. It was too cramped down here for her to feel comfortable, but the waiting room revealed before her alleviated some of that tension. With expansive walls, bright lights and high ceilings, it brought her a slight amount of relief to stretch her wings a little. At least until she discovered that she was not the only one in the waiting room, that is.

“Oh, Celestia, Soarin?”

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Point Of No Return

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“Oh, Celestia, Soarin?!”

“Eh? Oh, hey! Rainbow Dash!” the pegasus waved to her cheerily, clearly relaxed. He reclined in the long, plush sofa that hugged the wall and wrapped snugly into the corner, stretching far along the next wall. High hanging lights cast a warm glow over the large room, and the clink of glass as ponies chatted amicably at a bar filled the air and gave the place what might have been a cozy, homely feel were it not for the numerous and extremely raunchy glossed posters lining the walls. A small band in the far corner played a slow, quiet jazz that further produced ambience of a soothing nature.

Rainbow Dash nearly turned on the spot, but the Wonderbolt continued to wave at her until she finally succumbed, and dragged herself in humiliation toward him.

“Hey, Rainbow Dash!” Soarin patted the seat beside him, drink in his other hoof. “Never thought I’d see you here. Funny meeting up here of all places, eh?”

“Oh, uh. Heh, yeah,” Dash sidled onto the extensive sofa apprehensively, ears flat back against her head. “Funny. Real funny.”

“First time?” he cocked an eyebrow, and Dash swallowed hard in reply. He chortled good naturedly, and shook his head a little. “Ah, you’ll be fine. Most folks get nervous the first couple of times, but I guess that’s what the waiting room’s for.”

“Folks,” she chatted in what she hoped was a conversational tone, looking around the slowly filling room as one by one other stallions and the very occasional mare slipped in through the unexpectedly well hidden entrance. There were a few more mares loitering around carrying trays and other items that Dash couldn’t quite see, and the longer she watched them the more she realized that more than one of them seemed to be nearly limping. “Is it just me, or are you slipping a little bit of a twang in there?”

Soarin shrugged with a somewhat sheepish grin.

“Yeah, that happens when I get a lil’ schmoozed. Like I said, you’re s’posed to relax in here,” he chuckled. “You want a drink, too?”

“Uh, no, no. I’m-I’m good,” Dash cleared her throat, feeling oddly sweaty beside him as she spotted a couple of stallions that she recognized but couldn’t quite place names to. “I’m not even thirsty, really.”

“Thirsty,” Soarin snorted. “Pfft. C’mon, what’s the point of all of it if you can’t chill out once in a while and have a little fun?”

Rainbow Dash started to argue, but bit her tongue in thought.

“I-I guess…” she started, uncertain. “I didn’t bring any bits with me, though.”

Again Soarin snorted, this time louder than before.

He clapped his hooves together, alerting one of the scantily clad mares tottering around the room in what Dash finally recognized as latex outfits, each one with a rabbit’s tail stuck to the end.

“Okay,” Soarin ran a hoof through his mane casually. “First things you gotta know for newbies is that they aren’t gonna charge ya for a couple of drinks in the waiting room.”

“Oh – ‘kay?” Dash stared at the heavily blushing tan mare holding the tray shakily before Soarin, lined with frothing mugs. He took one without even looking, passing it to the pegasus beside him. It took Rainbow Dash a moment to realize just why the mare was trembling, and it wasn’t until she turned around to scamper away to another clapping stallion that she spotted something wet and glinting sticking out of her.

Soarin must have heard the shaky breath of unease escaping from the pegasus, because he patted her on the back roughly with another hearty chuckle.

“Drink up already,” he beamed at her. “We’ll be in room one twenty before you even know it, ‘s totally understandable to get the jitters.”

“You, um… do you come here… often?” Rainbow Dash asked weakly, taking a meager sip of the pleasantly strong cider. “Like-like with the other Wonderbolts?”

“Yeah, usually,” Soarin shrugged again. “Probably the best use of my bits in my life, for sure. I’m positive you’re gonna love it, especially if you wanted into the exclusive area.”

“Well, to tell you the truth,” Dash finally started opening up a little, gripping her mug and taking another few sips as she tried to force herself to relax. “Really, I’m kind of new to, uh… all of this.”

“Oh, wow. All of it? As in, everything? Really?” his eyebrows rose a little, and he gave a friendly nod to another entering stallion that Rainbow Dash forcefully looked away from. Applejack’s brother might not have been a talkative one, but that was a conversation that she really didn’t want to have in a place like this. “How so? Paid for the premium?”

“No, I-I kind of got in with a password…”

Soarin’s eyebrows nearly left his face from the surprise, and a wide grin spread slowly.

“Oh, dude, no way!” he focused on her a little more as the bustle of the room began to grow, and Rainbow Dash realized that she had reached nearly half her mug from her constant sipping to avoid eye contact with anypony else. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Dash nodded carefully. “Why, is that important?”

“Pfft,” the pegasus rolled his eyes, switching his drink in his hooves when he realized that it was empty. “Nah. I mean, kind of. Most everypony that comes through here either has some serious ching ching or sweet connections. Guess that explains a little bit!” he laughed again.

“Ha ha, yeah.” Rainbow Dash finished off her drink, failing to find the same level of humor that he was. Although Soarin had been correct about a couple of things, she really was starting to feel a little more relaxed. “So, what-what exactly is this place?”

“Eh? Oh, this-” he gestured around himself leisurely “-is all part of an exclusive club; well, I say exclusive, but there’s a heck of a lot of guys I know that come here.”

Soarin laughed again, and wiped his eye.

“Is it always this busy?” Dash mumbled aloud, more to herself than anything.

“Nah,” Soarin consoled her. “Usually gets busier during heat seasons, for obvious reasons. They usually do a really great job of catering.”

“What’s with all the cloak and dagger, though?” she mused, watching as a brown earth pony juggled bottles for his friends not too far away.

“Come on. Come on, Rainbow Dash,” Soarin snickered, leaning back into the couch and kicking out his legs. “Would you really want everypony knowing what dirty things you were up to all the time? ‘Course not,” he continued before she could answer. “There’s a vow of silence that all initiates undergo, it’s for a reason.”

“I think I must have skipped that part,” Rainbow Dash shifted uncomfortably, her wings tightening against her back.

Soarin snorted as a few more stallions reclined on the long sofa, catcalling at some of the waitresses.

“Damn. Wish I was lucky as you, I’ve heard it can get pretty grueling if you’re not expecting it. What kind of password was that good?”

“Oh. Uh, I just told ‘em that I was supposed to pick up a necklace,” Dash uttered automatically. “Pearl necklace, my friend sent me.”

“Oh. Ohh.”

From the unexpectedly disturbing smirk that Soarin was giving her, Rainbow Dash decided that she wasn’t quite as comfortable as she had been just a little bit ago.

“Hey, why didn’t you say so before?” he grinned toothily. “Dude, this is gonna be sweet.”

“Eeyup.”

Rainbow Dash dropped her mug with a clatter, not even having the time to grab it before one of the harried mares in costumes swept inward for it and snatched the empty one away, replacing it with a full one. The frothing mug was placed before Rainbow Dash, who snagged it before clearing her throat once more. She tried desperately not to look at either of the stallions that she sat between, still struggling to make herself relax.

“H-hey there, er… Big Macintosh,” Dash brushed a stray strand of vibrant mane from her face, the stallion’s eyes on her nearly scorching her hairs.

“Howdy.”

“Hey,” Soarin leaned over slightly, his musk struggling with Dash’s nostrils as she puzzlingly began to sweat again. “Hey, Macky. Hey. Hey, Big-Big Mac.”

“Eeyup.”

“Hey!” Soarin lurched backward, rubbing his hooves together gleefully. “Dude, you know Rainbow?”

Big Macintosh merely blinked, and Dash couldn’t quite tell if the expression he gave was one of annoyance or bemusement. She had difficulty reading any expression on the sturdy red stallion. Partially because her eyes weren’t really drawn to his face.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mac. Mac, Rainbow here,” he sidled his hoof over her shoulder. “Rainbow here, she’s today’s guest of honor.”

“Uh huh,” the heft stallion muttered gutturally.

“Ah, fuck ‘im,” Soarin cackled, patting Dash on the back again a few times. “No enthusiasm in this one, I’m tellin’ you, Dash. Mac needs to loosen up, too – hey, hey!” he waved to one of the mares. “Hey, c-c’mere, loosen up on my buddy here.”

The dark coated mare with a bobbing red mane sauntered over breathlessly, bright smile on her face as she bowed deeply before Soarin.

“You rang, sir?”

“Hey,” Soarin cocked an eyebrow and spoke in a stage whisper behind his hoof. “Hey, listen; my pal here needs to relax. Start fucking.”

She blushed lightly, curtseying in front of Macintosh before promptly sticking her face between his open legs, licking eagerly. Rainbow Dash watched in perverse amazement, not even realizing that her jaw was hanging open. She felt the heat rise in her own face as the mare’s head bobbed up and down over Big Mac’s steadily rising member. Dash noted that, like all the other servants, she wore a tightfitting deep purple collar around her neck.

“Uh, actually,” Soarin snickered, and Dash nervously looked away. “I was talking about Rainbow Dash.”

The mare pulled away with a wet plop! and gaped at him in horror, eyes flashing back and forth between him and Big Mac.

“Oh, sir! I-I am so sorry!”

“No, no!” Dash held up her hooves with a feeble chuckle. “It’s-it’s totally fine, I’m good.”

“Are you certain, madam?” she stared at her with wide eyes, lips trembling. “I would be more than happy to accommodate both you and the good sir, whatever you might desire.”

“I’m sure,” Rainbow Dash tried not to blush, and nearly jumped when Soarin patted her back again.

“Dude, you are jumpy. C’mon, I’ll show you ‘round and introduce ya to some of the regulars here, get you to loosen up a bit.”

He sidled off the sofa, leaving his drink and Rainbow Dash mimicked him. He trotted with a bit of a slant over to a few chatting stallions at the bar, tended by yet another scantily clad mare with a chipper disposition. Quickly hopping onto one of the barstools, the Wonderbolt smacked the one beside him and whistled for a couple of drinks.

“Hey, fellas!” Soarin grinned to the trio of unicorns, who greeted him friendlily in turn. “Hey, hey. Guess who’s got a special mare’s reservation today?”

“Your mom AGAIN?” the brown one with a black mane answered seriously, and his companions nickered.

“Ha ha ha,” the pegasus deadpanned, and Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but grin at his reaction. “Shut the fuck up, Hay Wick.”

“Oh, hey!” another of the unicorns on the far end of the trio widened his eyes a little, his cobalt face peering at her from behind the others. “You’re Rainbow Dash, right?”

“The one and only,” she straightened up a little, already feeling a little more at home as she was wordlessly served a frothing mug of what smelled like fresh pumpkin cider. “How’s it hanging?”

“Alright,” he shrugged, and grinned at her. “Coolio, never thought I’d see a mare like you down here.”

“See?” Soarin bumped her shoulder friendlily, taking another hearty swig. “What’d I tell ya? I said the exact same thing, dude.”

Rainbow Dash ever so slowly found that she really was able to relax around the others the more they chatted, and the more that she learned about the literal underground conglomeration of socialites. It was a place of refuge for those with tastes that didn’t quite match everypony else’s, where one could go to find others like themselves.

A place where the servants never questioned and always obeyed.

By the time Rainbow Dash was halfway through her third mug, she was thoroughly drunk and nearly giddy. Perhaps it all wouldn’t be quite as socially awkward as she thought it would be.

“Showtime, gents,” Soarin tapped the countertop twice, although Rainbow Dash couldn’t spot a clock anywhere. It was difficult to tell time without the sun giving its position, and she never wore a watch.

They all in turn gazed toward Rainbow Dash, who only stared back at them and fidgeted uncomfortably.

“… What?” she asked eventually, and Soarin rubbed the back of his own head.

“Ahh, shit. Yeah, that’s right,” he sniggered. “Dash’s never been here ‘fore. Treble, how ‘bout you go round up a few of the freshest studs you can find for the pretty lady, and we’ll show her to one of the rooms, eh?”

The cobalt unicorn nodded and tottered off, animatedly chatting with a few more stallions as Dash wandered after Soarin and the unicorns.

“So-” Rainbow Dash hiccupped, shaking her head a few times. She hadn’t meant to drink quite so much in one sitting, but it definitely helped her nerves. “So, uh, where exactly are we going?”

The pegasus led her down one of the expansive hallways with more of the steel doors set into the sides, grinning wildly.

“Anywhere you want to, really,” he rolled his shoulders. “Though since I guess you started off with a bukakke, we should try room eighty-four. It’s usually empty for small groups,” Soarin explained.

“How about sixty-nine?” the brown unicorn offered, but Soarin shook his head.

“Nah, I don’t think she could handle it yet.”

“What?” Rainbow Dash furrowed her brows, slightly infuriated that anypony dared question her capacity. “What are you talking about? I can handle anything.”

Soarin sneered, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Uh, Miss Rainbow Dash?” the other white unicorn raised an eyebrow. “I think I’m siding with the professional athlete on this one, sixty-nine is kind of a shocker to newbies.”

“Now I totally wanna show her just to freak her out,” the pegasus sniggered again, turning a sharp corner and pointing toward the door with the painted ‘84’ in the center. “Seriously, she’d lose her shit.”

“Why?” Rainbow Dash pried curiously. “What is it about that room in particular?”

“Most rooms after fifty are used for certain kinks,” Hay Wick, the brown unicorn clarified. “And room sixty-nine is almost always reserved for, uh… really extreme guys.”

“And it’s still only half as good as one twenty,” Soarin budged the door open, a dim light automatically flickering on the moment he did so.

Rainbow Dash hadn’t even realized when they finally arrived, and Soarin made sure to stretch his wings comfortably as a few more stallions that she didn’t recognize followed them in shortly afterwards. The room was comfortably large, and seemed to be decorated with an assortment of random items. Musical equipment, kitchen based items, a row of folding chairs lined neatly near the door, and even a cold, empty fireplace set into one wall.

“Prop room,” Soarin explained, pulling one of the chairs out and passing it to the staring pegasus. “One of ‘em, I mean. Good for photography nuts.”

“Hey!” one of the stallions chuckled as the door was quietly closed behind the last one. “Taking pictures is awesome, they last for-”

“Yeah, yeah,” another interrupted him, and the bustle slowly died down as Soarin waved for their attention.

“Alright! Okay,” he cleared his throat, miming for Dash to unfold the chair and take a seat, which she did so with anticipation. “Right, everypony in here that’s gonna be here? Good,” Soarin continued without pausing. “Alright, so here’s what’s gonna happen. Wait, shit. Dash, you ever done a bukakke before?”

Every head in the room instantly turned to the blushing pegasus, and she folded her legs together and tried not to bow her head.

“No, actually,” she spoke loudly, albeit a bit more than she meant to. “I’ve never actually had a-a bukakke.”

“That’s right!” Soarin clapped his hooves together. “Right, so she’s kind of a newbie, like most everypony else at one point. Y’know how it goes for the special lady, no ‘specially bad language, no roughhousing –”

“Hang on, hang on!” Rainbow Dash stamped her hoof against the floor heatedly, glaring at him. “What, you think just because I’m a mare I don’t like getting rough?”

A round of quiet laughter went around half the group of maybe eleven or twelve, and Dash shifted awkwardly but held her ground.

Soarin only shrugged, and said “Just trying to cover bases, y’know. Nothing against you personally, Rainbow Dash, it’s just that most first timers wanna, y’know. Ease into everything.”

“Screw that!” she tossed back her head proudly. “Come on, Wonderbolt. Let’s see how quick mister ‘professional athlete’ blows his load, huh?”

“My bet is ten seconds, flat.”

“Shut the fuck up, Wick.”

Rainbow Dash tittered, beckoning forward a few of the stallions that were already stroking themselves in preparation. The powerful musk of ready stallions tickled her nose as throbbing flesh met her lips, and she impatiently licked each one she was presented with.

“Ho ho, awfully eager, ain’t she?” one of the stallions huffed, taking a place on her left with his erect member standing at attention.

“You want to pace yourself?” Soarin grinned as her tongue slithered up and down his shaft, her hooves taking another stallionhood as another shorter and speckled one entered her field of vision. The lusty, sweaty scent of the pegasus’s shaft as it protruded from his sheath sent a shiver down her spine.

“Hey, don’t make anypony feel left out,” a red unicorn with a spiky black mane jabbed his member at her, which she greedily took into her mouth as well. Rainbow Dash licked the underside of his head, slurping down noisily on one before resuming her suckling of another. Soarin cupped her head in his hooves, releasing a moan of pleasure as he swelled powerfully inside her mouth.

Dash pulled away for a breath, wiping away a sliver of drool from her grinning face with the crook of her elbow.

“What’s the matter, Soarin?” Rainbow Dash snickered at his heavy panting as another stallion presented himself to her readily. “Need a minute?”

“Eat me,” he grinned, slapping his throbbing rod against the bulge in her cheek as she wrapped her lips around yet another hot meat stick. “Can’t help it if I’m not exactly a fuck machine, ya know.”

“Unlike his mother.”

“Celestia fucking dammit, Hay Wick.”

A new fresh and bobbing member bounced cheerfully to her side, and Rainbow Dash took a moment to slaver over the tip before welcoming it into her wet orifice. The stallion groaned as he fought to keep himself in check, her strong sucking only accentuated by the moistness.

“Damn, gonna take it all the way to the root?” he patted her head lightly, and shook pleasurably when she did just that. Rainbow Dash held it in the back of her throat for as long as she could, her gag reflex kicking in powerfully enough to bring stinging tears to her eyes before she pulled away, gasping.

“I can’t stay on the leash much longer,” one of them pulled from her hoof quickly, covering his milky tip.

“Try to hang on to it,” Soarin muttered to him distractedly.

“I don’t mind, really.” Dash attempted to speak, although her words were definitely muffled by the amount of cock holding her tongue down.

“Here – here it comes…!” his thrusting rubs over his shaft came faster and faster, until he shot a hot line of jizz right on Rainbow Dash’s left cheek. She paused for a moment to use the tip of her hoof to slip a little bit off and lick it sensually, winking at him as she did so.

“Anypony got any more for me?” she asked, her cheeks burning as she used her free hoof to rub her button. The tingling rising up through her belly almost made her want to giggle, and another stallion stepped in. “Come on, empty those dicks for me.”

“Let’s see how your teeth look, shall we? Say ‘ahh’.” the stallion smirked, poking her in the lips with his stiff rod. He slid into her mouth, the salty taste of his warm load already beginning to dribble onto her tongue. “Ooh. Good oral hygiene.”

Within moments his heavy sperm was pumping right into the back of her throat, and she tried not to gag again.

“Ahh! Don’t – don’t swallow,” he puffed wheezily, ever so slowly removing himself from her mouth. “Spit.”

Rainbow Dash obeyed, allowing the hot load to drip from her lips and over his still throbbing cock, sperm drizzling over the head and all the way down to the base.

“Aw, shit, what’d ya tell her that for?” another stallion chortled, taking his place as more stallions grew readier for the finale. “Save it for the dental chair, dude.”

“I’m gonna blow, too…!” a blue unicorn panted heavily, stroking himself more quickly as he rubbed himself against her tongue.

Dash pulled away, grin growing.

“Come on,” she rubbed a hoof over her opposite cheek. “Come on, cum right here. Shoot it on me.”

She hadn’t even finished speaking when the stallion began doing just that, letting out a satisfied little grunt as he released himself on her face and dribbled a little more on her muzzle.

“You have a really pretty mane,” one of the earth pony stallions complimented her quietly, wrapping the short but strong strands around the head of his member. “Mind if blow my load up here?”

“Give it to me!” Rainbow Dash purred, hot semen already beginning to glide over her eyebrow as he slowly tipped over the edge. “Come on, already. I said shoot it on me, didn’t I?”

Another scalding line of hot stallion milk unexpectedly fired right onto her face, sliding down her chin.

“Whoo, damn that was good.”

“Here comes another one,” Soarin plopped his wet tip onto her lips a couple of times, and Rainbow Dash closed her eyes with a little shiver as his seed sprinkled her. Another and another was laid over her like a liquid quilt, and Rainbow Dash was panting by the time the last one had wrung his stallionhood dry over her eagerly open mouth. She licked her hooves again, her face too sticky to do any more winking without getting it in her eyes.

“Thanks, everypony,” Rainbow Dash beamed at the round of them as they finished up, and Soarin handed her a small towel to dab the cooling ejaculations from her face. “Really, guys. It’s been a blast.”

“Right on,” one of them hoofbumped her, and the chatter picked up again as the group began cleaning themselves off or chatting amongst themselves as they filed out of the steel door.

“That was hot. You sure you haven’t done this before?” Soarin remained behind with her, smirking. “And you missed a spot.”

“Well, gee. Thanks, Soarin,” Dash nickered, wiping a little harder at her face. “Aww. This is going to take all day to get out, I didn’t think of that…”

“It’s cool, dude,” the pegasus patted her back a time or two, noting how wet the chair beneath her had grown as they exited, the last to leave. “There’s washing rooms. I think one of ‘em on this hall has a few, but you could totally get one of the servants to just lick it off. That’d be seriously hot too, you know,” he hinted with an even wider grin.

“You pervert!” Dash giggled as they slowly walked, pushing him a little.

“Who, me?” he feigned shock as another of the doors ahead of them gradually pushed outward. “This coming from the mare who just had, like, eleven dudes face fuck you.”

Rainbow Dash actually did blush again, but her smile remained. She was feeling good.

Much to her surprise, a mare that she recognized trotted past them from the recently opened room, a colt and filly following her closely. Both unexpectedly young ponies wore purple collars similar to the ones that she had seen earlier, and Dash was a little stunned to take in the information.

“Z-Zecora?” Rainbow Dash blinked at the satisfied and slightly damp looking zebra, who leaned comfortably against the wall.

“Why, what is this? Do you deceive my eyes? Friend Rainbow Dash, what a pleasant surprise!” the bangled zebra glowed, smile widening.

“I keep hearing that,” the pegasus responded absentmindedly, finding herself feeling unpredictably ill upon looking at the filly and colt. The little light olive drab colored pegasus with the violet mane blinked at her, as did the staring and slightly shaking blue colt. The colt’s glare was one of mixed agitation and glum indifference, but the filly just looked… blank. “I think I’m starting to get a little less surprised every time I see somepony I recognize.”

“Here for the stallions?” Zecora eyed Soarin with a gleam in her eyes. “If that’s what you like. As for myself, I prefer the tykes.”

“Can I pull a hammer out of his ass again?” the filly bounced up and down excitedly, prompting a dirty look from the colt.

“Shut the fuck up, you psychotic retard.”

“Come now, little one!” the zebra patted him on the head with a chortle. “Let’s not curse. Tell her you love it, like rehearsed.”

The colt let out a quiet sigh through his nostrils, readjusting his collar.

“I am so glad I am your mate. Massaging my prostate feels oh so great,” he recited expressionlessly.

“That rhymed, that rhymed!” the filly bounced again, flapping her wings eagerly.

“Come along, young ones, quiet your fussing,” Zecora meandered off as the pair was pushed on ahead of her. “Your Mistress Zecora’s in the mood for oil rutting.”

Rainbow Dash stared after them long after they had turned another corner, and Soarin waved a hoof in front of her face to catch her attention.

“Yo, Equestria to Rainbow Dash. Y’still in there?” he asked, and Dash shook her head as they continued back in the direction of the large relaxation room.

“Those – those were just foals,” she breathed, not feeling quite so good anymore. “Soarin, what the fuck was – just, damn. What’s up with those collars, anyway?” Dash pried, resisting the urge to wipe her face again.

“Eh? Oh, all of the servants are color coded,” he explained as they trotted a little more evenly, side by side. “Purple just means that they’re for public use. Yellow means privately owned, so try not to rough up anypony wearing one of those.”

Dash felt a bit ill just thinking of the colt and filly, and couldn’t get the image out of her head.

“Dude, just – no, that’s-that’s not even right,” she breathed heavily, wings clamping tightly against her sides.

“Them’s the breaks,” Soarin shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Everypony’s got a place, you know? Kinks for everything, every time of the day.”

“I-I guess…” Rainbow Dash mumbled uneasily, but walked along with him nonetheless.

“Damn, I need a smoke after that,” he stretched, the relaxation room back in sight and the bustle of milling socialites filling the air once more. “You want one?”

“I think I’m just going to have a few-few more drinks,” she cleared her throat, and he nodded as they sauntered back toward the bar. The room was thoroughly unchanged, as if the entire experience had never even occurred.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Foals,” Rainbow Dash pushed her hooves against the countertop, eyes not leaving Soarin as he clambered onto the plush stool beside her. “How is anypony even able to get away with something like that?”

“I keep forgetting you’re new,” he grinned. “Dude, you can do anything you want down here.”

She started to reply, but he spoke before she could just as frothing mugs were passed their way.

“Anything, Rainbow Dash. Especially if you’re one of the Founder’s Favorites, those guys get waited on like royalty.”

The phrase caught her attention as well as her imagination, and a few of her dirtier thoughts unwillingly rose to the surface.

“… Anything?” she asked in a quiet voice, sure to look over her shoulder first. “Like… anything, anything?”

“Yeah, dude!” Soarin smacked his lips after a strong drink, blinking a few times. “Bleh, I hate raspberry. Hey, can I get some more of that cherry-spice shit?” he called to the bartender, who instantly pulled his drink away. “You know, the imported stuff.”

“Like… like what kind of things?” Dash gained his attention once again, and he nodded drunkenly.

“Seriously, Rainbow-Rainbow Dash,” he fought to speak, blinking hard again and giving himself a little shake when he realized that he had begun to slur. “Seriously, anything. Anything you can think of, it’s here in one of the rooms. You want it, you name it and it’s yours. It’s that easy.”

“Anything. Anything,” she repeated slowly, the gears turning. “… Anything. And it’s all-all numbered?”

“For easy access, yeah,” Soarin nodded.

“Kind-kind of like with the color coding,” Rainbow Dash watched a particularly clumsy mare struggling not to drop a tray of glasses.

“Yeah, kind of, I guess.”

“You know…” Rainbow Dash rubbed her chin, lips turning upward as a few more thoughts occurred to her, revolving around her mind like flies. “I wonder what other kinds of pandering I could get for having passwords…”

Instead of answering her, Dash found that Soarin was leaning in the other direction and away from her, hoof propped up on the counter to cover one of his eyes so that he couldn’t see her.

“Code purple,” he breathed.

“What’s code purple?” Rainbow Dash leaned toward him excitedly, almost falling off her stool. “Is that some other kind of secret password? What kinds of kinks and service can I get with that? Is it –”

“You fucking whore.”

Dash nearly leapt out of her skin at the sound of Twilight Sparkle’s voice, and she spun drunkenly on the spot to face her in surprise.

“O-oh!” she blinked, swaying. “Uh, hey, Twilight! Soarin, this is Twilight, she’s-”

“You have something on your face,” the lilac princess informed her quietly, not displaying a single hint of emotion. Rainbow Dash rubbed her cheeks in embarrassment, sheepish grin enlarging.

“So-”

“No.” Twilight didn’t move an inch, and Dash grew a little more uneasy as she realized that nearly everypony in the entire room had slowly gathered around them and boxed them in. “No, you don’t even get to talk. Do you have any idea of just how furious I am with you right now?” she asked quietly, her voice unwavering or even rising above barely a whisper. Everypony heard her clearly, though, from how silent they had all grown.

“Twi-”

“I didn’t think,” she fumed, beginning to pace back and forth before her as Soarin ever so slowly tried in vain to slip away without being seen. “I didn’t think that you would be such a fucking whore that you would just rush right in here.”

“Look-” Dash tried again, only to be cut off.

“Shut your filthy mouth, peasant.” Twilight seethed. “I thought – I hoped that maybe I had been wrong about you, that maybe you weren’t just as low as the rest and that maybe, maybe I should give you a fresh chance to prove you weren’t the worthless fuck that you are.”

“I don’t know what you’re so mad about!” Dash threw up her hooves, accidentally spilling her drink. Nopony made to clean it up, though. It only seeped over the countertop and onto the pristine floor.

“That,” she stopped pacing for a moment to level an empty stare at her, “That only makes it even worse.”

“I don’t –”

“Did you forget something today, Rainbow Dash?” Twilight tapped a hoof against the floor in a rhythmic tap tap tap, almost nervously. “Forget a little something, maybe? Something slip your mind, hmm?”

“… Oh, Celestia,” Dash breathed guiltily, rubbing the back of her neck. “I swear, Twi, I didn’t mean to forget-”

“Oh, no!” Twilight responded in a cheerful, happy tone, mocking her. “Of course not, Rainbow Dash. How, oh how ever could you have forgotten unless you were too busy being a motherfucking whore.”

“Now, you listen here-” Dash garbled her words, rising from the barstool. Had she been paying attention to the surrounding mob’s simultaneous flinch, she might not have done so. Twilight’s horn was aglow with a little lavender spark, illuminating her face very brightly for all but a moment.

The next, Rainbow Dash had fallen unconscious to the floor as not a single soul dared breath.

“… Take her to room one twenty.”

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Sunny Cerulean Skies

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Rainbow Dash’s head throbbed painfully, a razor sharp sting jabbing the center of her forehead. She groaned miserably as she was rudely dragged back to consciousness, the pounding headache and queasiness doing nothing to help her. Viciously stabbing bright light from a low ceiling blinded her when she attempted to pry open her eyes, blearily wriggling her head as she found herself incapable of motion.

“Wh-wh-ffm?” she slurred, nausea kneading her stomach as she pulled at the tight straps keeping her on her back against the floor. She felt a pressure on her chest, and craned her neck what little she could to see the emotionless, almost hungry looking Twilight Sparkle standing directly over her with the flat of her hoof pressing against her chest.

And Twilight only stared.

“Twilight!” Dash tried to speak, but only found herself muffled by something in her mouth. She struggled uselessly against the painfully tight bonds, the tightness cutting into her flesh. Because her legs had been spread to the point of uncomfortableness, Dash couldn’t quite flex her muscles properly to resist with her full strength; but even if she could, she doubted that she would have broken through.

“Welcome to room one twenty,” Twilight lifted her other hoof, and Dash’s eyes rolled in her head to see the numerous other silent stallions all watching her with the same hungry appearances that Twilight wore. “Take a good look, slut. I want you to look as hard as you can. Look around; look around yourself. What do you see, hmm?”

Rainbow Dash paused in her vain efforts long enough to stare where she could. Aside from the stallions and Twilight, Rainbow Dash couldn’t see much beyond the solitary light above – the walls were far away and shrouded in shadow. Stricken with an odd sense of claustrophobia, her breathing slowly began to increase.

Twilight pushed down on her chest to cease that.

“Do you feel that?” Twilight hummed, as if she were discussing the weather. “You can taste it, can’t you? Right there, in the back of your throat. That’s what fear tastes like, Rainbow Dash. But of course, you probably can’t taste it through all the sperm,” she spat in disdain, giving her a hard kick. Dash grunted in pain as her ribs were mashed hard, but was unable to move or defend herself.

She strained hard at the straps again, her stifled words reducing her to watching Twilight pleadingly.

Twilight only paced beside her, eyes never leaving. Never blinking.

“I have them all holding themselves back,” she finally spoke softly, an almost sad tone in her voice. “I did it especially for you, Rainbow Dash.”

It was silent, so quiet that one could have heard a pin drop. Not even a single whisper of breath broke the stillness, the soft murmur of shadows steadily slinking inward and casting illusory sounds upon her ears the only thing heard. The tightness in Rainbow Dash’s throat began to constrict again, although no hoof touched her. All that remained were the empty stares and the sound of her own frantically beating heart, as if even her own organs were beseeching release.

“… Begin.”

She heard a quick shuffling, and Rainbow Dash let out a muted yell as one of the many stallions thrust into her without further pause, stuffing himself into her in entirety. She squirmed uselessly against her bonds, only able to puff out a quieted squeal.

“Ugh. Look at how she’s just taking it right in,” Twilight sneering in mild disgust. “Do you know why you were allowed to awaken unmolested, Rainbow Dash?” she inquired, one hoof ruffling her mane while she was thrust into. Dash shook her head back and forth violently, trying to shrug off Twilight’s touch, but was unable to do much more. “Do you? It’s because I wanted you to know. I wanted you to understand that it would be the last time that you ever went a single moment of your wretched, pathetic life without getting fucked.”

Rainbow Dash pulled at her restraints, clenching tightly as the stallion pumped into her. She yelled into the gag again, fighting her hardest to break free. The stallion glanced at Twilight as he gradually slid into a rhythm, but she only shook her head with a little smile.

“No, no. Let her struggle for now. I want to watch the light go out in her eyes.”

Dash bellowed as loudly as she could through the gag, jerking and shaking as forcefully as she was able. The stallion only continued plunging into her, the sound of wet flesh meeting her ears as more of them began to swarm around. She struggled and squeezed, unable to keep from being penetrated any more than she was able to free herself.

“Are you still not tiring?” Twilight leaned over her, and it took a moment for Dash to find that Twilight was dribbling a line of spit over her face, and it landed with a wet splat. If anything, this only served to infuriate Rainbow Dash further, and she screamed into her gag until her throat felt hoarse.

Twilight half grimaced in fascination and revulsion, placing her hoof squarely over her stomach as another stallion lined up behind the still steadily thrusting first.

“Bitch is tight,” he grunted.

“Cum in her all you want,” Twilight said distractedly, twirling a little circle on Rainbow Dash’s belly with the very tip of her hoof. “This little bitch is public property from now on. I want to see absolutely everypony dumping their cum into Rainbow Dash every day.”

At this, the growing despair in Dash’s chest brought stinging tears to her eyes and she fought with her straps until her muscles burned, her cries going completely unconsidered.

“What’s the matter?” the twisted princess tilted her head and stared at her in mock concern. “Oh, poor little cum dump. You really shouldn’t have slighted me,” she twirled her hoof up and down her stomach ever so gently. “But I suppose that you were just destined for this. A lot of ponies are trash, I should have expected that you would wind up-”

Dash screamed hard, violently shaking and crying for release. No sooner had she done so that Twilight stomped hard on her stomach, only adding to the pain. She couldn’t even hear her own miserable exclamations over the sound of the enraged mare.

“Don’t – fucking – interrupt – royalty!” Twilight shrieked in fury, accentuating her every word with an angry, powerful stomp. The combined pain and despair of being raped not only in front of, but because of somepony she considered her friend finally pushed her over the edge. Rainbow Dash began vomiting, vision blurred by aching and tears as she began to choke. Flecks of bile trickled through the gag, but it wasn’t enough to relieve the pressure of how much had accumulated in her mouth, continued to rise through her throat.

“Keep fucking her,” Twilight smiled peacefully, looking down on the shaking pegasus before carefully placing her hoof over her muzzle and pinching her nostrils together hard. “Stuff her filthy pussy until she’s dead.”

Rainbow Dash wanted to scream, wanted to cry and fight, but was only forced to attempt to swallow just to breathe. She choked and gagged again, shuddering harder as darkness began creeping in on her vision, air constantly delayed her.

“What’s the matter? So disgusted with yourself that you puked up all that semen?”

Twilight’s words fell on deaf ears. For so long that Rainbow Dash had been deprived of air, held down and violated and incapable of breathing, she gave one last spasm before passing out. Twilight frowned in disdain, as if she had stepped on a bug.

“I said to keep fucking her,” Twilight turned to the still stallion, who promptly resumed stuffing her hole. Even while unconscious Dash began dribbling over his rod, but Twilight still refused to remove her hoof from covering her nose. “I want some more of you over here. Get some cocks in her ass, let’s get her nice and stretched out first.”

The straps and buckles were removed and undone, Rainbow Dash still not moving or breathing as she was flipped over. Magically levitating the pegasus and dropping her over a small steel table, her forelegs and hind ones were strapped to the metal legs with heavy irons. A tan pegasus assumed the position of filling her slot, while another slid in front of him atop the table and eagerly began pushing his tip into her rear entrance.

“Come on!” Twilight giggled cheerfully, two more of the stallions beckoned toward Rainbow Dash’s unmoving front end. “She’s got more holes than that, stuff them all!”

Rainbow Dash finally gave a little twitch when the gag was removed and a stream of vomit splattered onto the floor beneath her, and one wasted no time in jamming his stallionhood down her throat. Slick with her stomach contents, he grappled her head and rode in and out of her throat, tip punching the back of her throat with every pump.

“Wake-y wake-y, little slu~t.”

Rainbow Dash did not respond, and a dim violet light was cast overhead as Twilight cast a small glowing spell over her body. Dash immediately began convulsing aggressively again, her screaming once again stifled as she found herself with a mouth full of cock.

Pain rippled through her head, not even secondary to the already agonizing kneading of her wings as they were crushed by another heavy weight atop her. Dash could only summon a moan of confusion and pain as she tried to close her eyes, tears once again beginning to stream down her muzzle.

“Did my little pony pass out?” Twilight purred into her ear, tugging at it with her teeth. “I’ll bet you didn’t, whore. I’ll bet that you were just faking it, playing dead to see if we stopped fucking you. But that's okay. I promise you won't stop getting fucked, even if you die.”

Rainbow Dash tried to whimper in reply, but only looked away when her head was forcefully jerked up as the stallion shoved deeper down her mouth. She would have thrown up again from the constant abuse to the back of her throat were anything left in her stomach, which only resulted in a few shaky dry heaves that made the stallion chuckle a couple of times.

“Go ahead,” Twilight motioned the other forward after the jizz began hitting the insides of her mouth, no matter how she tried to struggle away. “Bring on the next one, it’s a nonstop fuck today.”

The information finally seemed to register in Rainbow Dash’s brain that it truly would not stop, and she kicked what little she could as the two stallions behind her continued slamming into her holes, in and out in alternating thrusts. When another bouncing rod pushed against her lips and began shoving into her, Rainbow Dash acted out of panic and pain more than anything else.

She didn’t have the gag stopping her, after all.

Rainbow Dash bit down hard, causing the stallion to freeze and cry out in pain, but she swiftly found that she could bite down no further; and as Twilight held her head in her hooves, Dash found why. A little purple glow of magic held her tightly in place.

By the teeth.

“I really was hoping that you’d try that eventually,” Twilight admitted with a small smile, signaling for the stallion to continue pumping into her mouth and causing her to begin gagging again. “Because that means that I get to teach you not to ever, ever fucking disobey.”

Rainbow Dash screamed as a sudden pain jolted through her jaw and into her skull, one of her teeth being slowly pried back and forth by an unseen force.

“Pwhee!” Dash wept, louder and louder as the pain grew. “Phwee, gwiwi-gk-gk- I’M SORRY!” she cried as the fleshy tube was at last plopped from her mouth, hot seed dribbling down her chin.

“Sorry?” Twilight blinked, same false smile never leaving as the pain continued to rocket and her tooth finally started to come loose from the sheer force. “No, Rainbow Dash,” she stated over her screams. “No, you aren’t sorry.”

The tooth was ripped out of her mouth with one final agonizing yank, blood spurting with it as Rainbow Dash screamed. Only the stallion ramming her vagina paused, and it was only to shoot a single line of spooge over her flank as another took his place. Dash sobbed in misery, head allowed to flop uselessly until she was forced to look up so that her mouth could be filled again.

“You aren’t sorry, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight repeated softly as she held the tooth in one upturned hoof, rolling it around to inspect the bloodied molar. “Not yet, you aren’t.”

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Time meant nothing.

Everything blurred together at one point or another, and Rainbow Dash did not take it for granted when Twilight claimed that her defilement would be unending.

She had pretty much stopped fighting after the fourth tooth.

Her muscles screamed for release as she was stretched into an awkward imitation flying position, held up from the ceiling by invisible wires attaching to her every limb. Twilight’s magic held her in place, keeping her from moving as she was levitated at convenience height for the group of stallions, each one ready to occupy one of her openings the moment it became possible.

Dash tried not to gag as another dick pushed into her mouth, and her head was compellingly moved up and down it as she was railed in the rear. Two of them filled her at once, one beneath and one behind while she stared at the floor. Staring at the floor was something that she could do to alleviate some of the torment. Her eyes were the only thing that she could move freely, after all.

“Ugh, is she starting to go still again already?” Twilight furrowed her brows, watching closely as the stallion in her mouth thrust faster and faster into her cheek until he climaxed, sperm leaking out of her mouth as another took his place. “No, no, no, whore!” she whipped her side with a thin wire, causing her to jiggle. “That won’t do at all, you’re a public cum dumpster now. You need to satisfy everypony, you can’t just lie there and take it like a little bitch.”

Twilight hit her again and again, the whipping at her flank eventually eliciting one cry after another from her. The stinging welts growing wherever she was struck staid painfully long afterwards, but Twilight continued swinging until Dash reacted.

“Okay!” she yelped the second her mouth was freed, spitting hard in bitter subjugation. “I’ll do it, I’ll try harder!”

“Tell them you’re sorry, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight instructed, ceasing her strikes as she felt her insides take another hot load. “Tell them that you’ll be a better community dick holster from now on.”

“I’m s-sorry,” Dash gasped, her legs going numb again from the obstructed blood flow of her stiffly positioned joints. “I’m sorry, I promise to be a better c-community dick holster from now on!”

“You didn’t mean it when you said it,” Twilight smacked her across the face, and Dash cried out as the pain in her gums flared.

“I did, I did!” she fought another growing surge of tears as one of the stallions removed himself from her anus. “I mea-mean it, I’m so sorry, oh Celestia I’m so sorry please Twilight make it stop-!”

Rainbow Dash came crashing to the ground as Twilight released her magical grip, causing her to bite her tongue. She spat out a gobbet of blood as she tried to push herself up on quivering hooves, her back legs still held aloft by the stallion ramming her ringpiece.

Twilight tsked in dissatisfaction, another violet glow alighting the tip of her horn momentarily.

“Now, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight spoke as if she were speaking to a very small or stupid foal. “I thought that we discussed using Celestia’s name. Filthy cum catchers like you aren’t even allowed to speak, you should be thanking me for granting you the courtesy of letting you keep that dick-licking tongue of yours. Oh, what’s that?” she held up a hoof to her ear as Rainbow Dash silently blubbered without moving. “What’s that, Rainbow Dash? You can’t move or breathe?”

Dash continued to stare at the floor. Not because she chose to this time, but because her muscles no longer responded at all. Twilight was evidently enjoying watching the tears leak from her face as the grief overtook her again, colliding with the panic of inability to even work her own lungs.

“Do you want to take a breathe now, you dirty little slut?” Twilight asked in a simpering tone to the wordlessly crying pegasus, who only lay with her head on the floor. She felt another stallion’s member pushing against her anus as the burning in her chest swelled horridly, shoving in tightly with the other.

“Well that’s too bad,” Twilight kicked her in the face, giggling. “You’re going to die. You’re going to die like this, Rainbow Dash. You’re going to suffocate to death while being drilled in the ass by a couple of peasant stallions.”

She motioned for one of the waiting ones to her, she said “Make sure to jam that in her ass, too. Stuff her until it’s full – I want her dying thoughts to be of just how fucking slutty she is, taking three dicks up her dirty ass all at once.”

Rainbow Dash tried to focus on Twilight’s words, but the shadows tiptoeing in on the edges of her vision held her attention more. She could tell that she was passing out again, that her mind was slowly shutting down; that there was literally nothing she could do except experience stinging pain as she was stretched further. Dash would have screamed, if she could. But after a while, it didn’t seem quite so bad anymore. It didn’t seem to be of any importance the darker it became, the only thing in her sight Twilight’s gilded hooves until shadows consumed that as well.

It wasn’t colder or warmer when the darkness came.

Rainbow Dash only thought of it as a lack of suffering, an absence of pain or misery. Ergo, the vacuum was better than before, whatever before was. She couldn’t quite seem to remember. Nothing specific or coherent remained in her mind, only the knowledge that sorrow drove her closer to the darkness. A sliver of fright struck her, but an odd nagging sensation from behind her urged her onward. With a pressing need, Rainbow Dash reached for the abyss with all her soul – she knew, she knew that if she could just reach it, then she could be happy at last.

A deeper darkness enveloped her the moment she did so, but brighter in a strangely surreal way. As if she were flying again.

That must have been what it was. Rainbow Dash was flying.

She was soaring through the warm, sunny cerulean sky on pleasant updrafts with her eyes closed, the sound of rushing wind blocking out everything else as she lost herself in a comfortable daze.

Precipitously yanked from this security, darkness enveloped her once again as a jagged bright pinpoint of light broke the horizon, growing larger and brighter, closer and closer…!

Rainbow Dash lurched as she was dragged back to consciousness, wheezing and gasping for breath in the same position that she had been held in before, with her face pressed to the floor.

“Oh, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight tutted over the sound of her tortured screaming as the reality set in. “You didn’t think that death would save you, did you?” she giggled as another zapping jolt of pain arced through Dash’s body, coordinated by Twilight’s magic. She jittered and shook, making the chains and bonds clink and clatter loudly as she wept. “Nopony even stopped fucking you while you were dead. Next time we’re going to give you a semen enema until your stomach breaks, so that it will be your first living experience. Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

Rainbow Dash only continued weeping.

“PLEASE!” she screamed, trying to wring her hooves but finding that she couldn’t even bring them together. “PLEASE! PLEASE! KILL ME! PLEASE, KILL ME!”

“… No.”

Dash was forced onto her back as another stallion blew his ooze into her, and it began overflowing from the sheer amount of semen in her when he withdrew. She could only gasp in pain as it was discharged, the only moment of reprieve that she had before yet another stallion took his place. Perhaps it had been one that had already had his way with her, maybe there were more than she first saw. Dash didn’t even know or care anymore.

“Are you dead on the inside?” she hummed happily, smearing filth over her lips and still producing no rejoinder. “I certainly do hope so. I can’t wait to let that little Scootaloo see you like this.”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes flickered for just a moment, the horror rising once again.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Twilight asked disinterestedly, scrutinizing the bottom of her hoof. “She’s down here too, you know. I’ll bet you passed right by the little spermatozoa bucket, and you didn’t even care.”

“Are you getting quiet again?” Twilight asked softly, rubbing the pegasus’s chin with her hoof. “You can make as much noise as you feel like, you know. Nopony will ever hear your screams.”

When Rainbow Dash did not respond, the milky faraway look beginning to come back into her eyes, Twilight leaned in close to her so that only she could hear.

“Look at you now. Arrogant, stupid, proud Rainbow Dash, covered in sperm and dripping stallion cum from every hole in your body,” she mocked her as she was thrust back and forth by the strength of the stallion’s insertions. “Aren’t you going to cry for me anymore, Rainbow Dash?”

When she still did not answer, Twilight kicked her in the ribs. She kicked again and again, until she finally grunted in agony upon the cracking of one of her ribs.

“Have you really given up already, Rainbow Dash?” she asked her in a semi-sad tone, the last stallion finishing off across her Cutie Mark. She was left alone for a bare few seconds, only Twilight standing watch over her. “I should have known you’d break. The higher the pride, the more painful the fall.”

Still Rainbow Dash did not answer. She only lay on her side, huskily and weakly breathing.

“There are a lot of ponies that are going to fuck you every day for the rest of your life,” Twilight informed her passionlessly, the unmoving pegasus not even blinking. “Some of them are going to be ponies you probably know. Not most of them, though. Do you know how many ponies from high positions in Manehattan and Canterlot come here?” she continued, walking a slow circle around the battered mare. “You know how it goes. The higher up the social ladder they climb, the more power hungry the little idiots get. Can’t trust anypony these days. Funny, isn’t it?”

“Why?” Rainbow Dash sobbed at last, her feeble breath escaping her as hot tears sprang upward again. “Why, Twilight?”

“Why?” she blinked, same fake smile settling on her face. “Because, Rainbow Dash. I’m royalty now. I’m immortal now. There isn’t a single soul alive that will tell me no.”

“But the Elements of-” Dash began, only to be kicked firmly in her broken ribs. She cried in pain, stomach churning hard as her vision swam again.

“Do you really think I give a fuck about the ‘Elements of Harmony’?” Twilight spat in revulsion, giving her another kick. “Like I can’t just suck it right out of you any time I feel like it. You’re useless to me.”

“I was your friend…!” she wheezed, tears blurring her sight as she fought to stay conscious.

“Friend?” Twilight scoffed, at last ending her pacing to loom over her as the more stallions drew inward from the darkness. “Friend? No, Rainbow Dash. I never had any friends. You were just another stepping stone on my way to sovereignty, another pawn in something too much for such a simple little mind like your own to understand.”

And perhaps it was this final crashing sense of betrayal that broke her, but Rainbow Dash could not find it in herself to answer before the next wave of punishment began.

Even then, Twilight found that she could not get the same rise out of her again. Twilight could not watch the hope go out of a broken mare. She no longer responded, and this was something that Twilight had anticipated. Hence, what was possibly her greatest cruelty devised.

Each and every day, Twilight would visit with Rainbow Dash alone. She would forcefully invade her mind, ripping out every single memory of before, tearing out only what she had to with each passing day. Twilight walked with Rainbow outside at times, and even though she couldn’t remember why, this made Dash happy. It almost reminded her of things she couldn’t recall, the wind in her mane and the sun on her cheeks.

And in turn, those memories were torn out just as callously as the others.

But Rainbow Dash felt something, even if she didn’t remember it. Like the sound of freedom itself were taunting her for her inability to simply fly up and touch it. Something she didn’t remember called to her.

She cried every time she dreamed of those sunny, cerulean skies.

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New Blue Skies

Author's Note

Guest chapter removed due to complaints.

New Blue Skies