Rainbow Dash's Period (Numb)
Author's Note
This was based on my own horror's and journey.
Rainbow Dash's Period (Numb)
Enter, Rainbow Dash’s Tree House
“Agh!”
With a moist plop. Rainbow felt the congealed chunks of her period blood slither out from her insides, but it was all too late, her previously white bed sheets were coated in a mess of gooey blood.
“Ughhhh…”, she moaned as she rolled off her bed, clenching her stomach as her uterus gurgled.
“Damn it”, she thought, “I had forgotten my period was due.”
No point trying to save the smeared sheets now, she would have to wait till the clusters dried into crunchier lumps that I could easily pick off.
Holding her nose, she tried to ignore the rotten smell of the gelatinous blood pudding that her orifice was expelling. After squishing a tampon into her love hole, she hopped into the shower and began to dream of her love Gilda.
“Oh Gilda, please will you slam your spongy hoof into my sloppy old beaver cavern and will you drink the fish goo that slops out of the wrinkly gorge? It's all I ask…” she fantasized peculiarly.
Sighing once more, she allowed her fantasies to over take her, trying to ignore the pulsing of her sexual temple.
She scraped off a clump of soap and slid it into her butthole so it would be squeaky clean for Gilda. And even though it burnt to do so, she took a long pee, allowing the urine to trickle down her legs and pool at her feet. Dripping down her legs, the warmth soothed her and the burning yellow colour seemed all the much prettier.
The strong sent from the only acted to further her joy, and she clenched her lower muscles to squirt as much out as possible, once out of the shower she began the days events, slipping on her Cloudsdale vest, she prepared to clean the sky of stormy clouds.
As she clambered on my way my sweat leaked slowly all over my body, the liquid gripping tightly in sticky bundles to her knotted hoof pit hair.
“Damn, I need to shave that soon…”, she contemplated.
She kept clearing the sky till her wings were burning, only then did she sit on the moist earth.
Peeling off my vest, it landed on the dirt with a satisfying wet squelch, spraying her slightly with her own sweat. Oh dear, this was a problem, blisters.
She didn't have to scrape back much of her hoof pit jam to see the oozing pustules latched to her feet like leeches. They were secreting yolk yellow pus and the bulbous lumps seemed to be festering.
Using flexibility, she bent over and latched her mouth over the dripping lumps of flesh, then began to drain the wound, slurping down the rich and gooey expulsions. Then she used her sharp, teeth to bite through the hardened leather skin on the other side, nibbling it away and exposing the wounds completely, chewing the hardened flesh as I went about it.
“Perfect.”
She worked her feet back into the slippery socks and continued her hike. Finally she reached the grave of her filly of the journey, Apple Bloom.
She removed a layer of dirt, which only took the movement of one of her hooves.
Crypts being banned in Ponyville, Apple Bloom’s mangled corpse gave off the unmistakable rotting scent Rainbow Dash loved, her mind taunted with memories of this silly filly, or what was left with of her. It was all bloated and blue, and gorgeous. Crouching beside her, she smiled and petted her matted mane.
In her side was a large gash, the wound was moulding and full of maggots, the orifice looked rather beautiful. Apple Bloom had always cherished nature, being a “slave” (as she would say) of what she’d call her “terrible and bossy sister,” Applejack.
Viscous pus seeped from her, and she dipped a hoof in and coated it in the sticky mucus, with another poke some other organ squirted a yeasty expulsion, it looked like curd.
Rainbow Dash took her dripping hoof and smeared Apple Bloom’s taste on her tongue, slurping it with glee.
Sadly, Rainbow Dash’s blasted body betrayed me and I felt queasy, eventually she had to give in and soiled herself, landing and clogging up in Apple Blooms pretty hooves. Shame, but it couldn't be helped.
Slowly, Rainbow slicked the tampon out from inside her and pressed it against her own nose, taking a deep sniff before lobbing it into the forest. Then, with all the effort she could muster, she pushed her abdominal muscles.
With one final push there was a leak, then a Niagara Falls of viscous blood.
A fetus fell on the ground. Miss Rainbow Dash’s gorgeous baby. Are you happy Gilda? He was born without much skin on her face but that just shows off his pretty teeth.
“He looks just like poor Apple Bloom, rotting a bit maybe but...as is nature!”
Haunting images in Rainbow Dash’s head not only flashed to when Gilda and her conceived this baby- joyful images tarnished by other images flashing which recalled the day Gilda crashed into Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom was crushed into a bloody mangled pulp, nothing recognizable left of the excited little filly she once was.
She balled thinking about the reason Apple Bloom was there in the first place, Babs Seed wanted to play a simple prank where she would pin young Apple Bloom down and expel her foul odors on to her coiled face. Was it truly Gilda’s fault for her own poor flight skills?
Rainbow Dash continued to weep into the porous fetus (or what was left of it) Gilda helped create.
Cradling her child, she carefully stuffed the decomposing baby back inside her so she could continue to grow and develop in her womb. She sobbed.
Plugging herself up again with a fresh tampon, she began to climb back down, regretting her life choice to avenge Gilda for the murder of Apple Bloom.
“Till next week, Gilda!”, Rainbow Dash tearfully shouted and repeated spouting as she flew up to her tree house.
