The Tale of Bathspounge

Twilight eventually recovered from the events of chapter 2 and started a legitimate relationship with Bathspounge, that revolved around sex. After several days of incredibly erotic and well written sex between the two, Twilight's friends grew concerned. It is Rainbow Dash who eventually asked where Twi had been all this time.

"Where have you been, Twilight?" Rainbow Dash asked, her rough voice clearly displaying her over abundance of testosterone.

"Sex, mostly," Twi says as she runs a hoof though her messy purple mane.

"Wow Twi, I wouldn't have taken you as the one to take a week out to sleep around," Dash teases as she forces her way in the library.

"Holy fuck! Has it really been a week?" Twi asks as she scampers over to her calendar and flips through it.

"Yeah Twi, you missed poker night and everything. Pinkie Pie thought you were dead, but that's Pinkie Pie for you," Rainbow Dash giggles as she does little to aid her friend in this time of crisis.

And now, whatever Bathspounge was doing: sleeping after his 12-hour-sex-a-thon with Twilight Sparkle, good for him. Now back to the plot.

Twilight was greatly distressed about losing an entire week in the lust-fueled haze with mr. Spounge. However, she had a plan to recover: she planned to apply a large amount of self discipline and self-control, by forcing Bathspounge to leave and find somePONY else to satisfy his monstrous sex-drive.

"Okay, here's the plan," Twi says as she turns to Dash, "I'm going to send Bathspounge with you while I get stuff done. Okay?"

"Wait! Woah! Woah, woah. Who's this Bathspounge guy?" Rainbow Dash asks, the second half of his name sounding ridiculous coming out of her mouth.

"He's this stallion who was obsessing over me in the past, but then I used magic to make his cock huge and we had sex, a lot," Twilight sighs.

"Um, okay then. What do you want me to do with him?" Dash asks.

"Oh, I don't care. Go introduce him to our friends, take him to the park, maybe even… try him out yourself." Twi leans in and licks her lips as she says the last part.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me fucking your COLTfriend?”

“Yeah Rainbow Dash, I’m not using him, so go ahead. And I’m sure he’d be fine with it.”

“Alright then, sounds like a plan.”

Just then, their conversation was cut short by the sponge in question walking in to the room.

“Hey Rainbow Dash, me and Twilight were totally just having sex. What’re you here for?” he says eagerly, bobbing his head to a nonexistent beat.

“Totally?” Rainbow asks.

“Totally!” Bathspounge responds.

“Totally totally?!” Rainbow Dash asks, her building excitement clearly apparent.

“Totally totally!” Bathspounge answers, almost screaming as he draws closer to Dashie.

Rainbowdash hugs Bathspounge, knowing that the two of them are soul mates amd must be together forever.

“I love you Bathspounge. Please, be with me forever,” Rainbow Dash whispers into Spounge’s ear, her hot breath tingling his spine, rather than his ear, for some reason.

“Okay,” whispers Bathspounge back before grabbing hold of her prismatic mane, turning his head to the side and bringing his face into her hair. He sniffs her multicolored mane, popping a mild boner as the scent caresses his inner nostrils.

They shuffle out of the library together, leaving Twilight in an air of confusion before she resolves to do her Twilight things.

Eventually the two pegasi arrive at Rainbowdash’s cloud house without any other event, because the author hates writing dialogue and wants to get into bed with Rainbow via his self-insert OC already.

“And that’s the entire story of how I learned how to make a psychic connection between myself and the bathing implement I’m named after,” Bathspounge says as we come back to him, apparently finishing a story that would provide some much needed exposition.

“Well, that is very interesting, I am glad you shared that with me,” Rainbowdash responds as she opens the cloud door to her cloud house, and they walk into the cloud living room.

“I am sure that you heard from Twilight about my, let’s say… ‘endowment’, eh?” Bathspounge asks, wrapping a hoof around her shoulders and walking with her to her cloud bedroom.

“Of course, Twilight told me about how she enhanced your already impressive cock to the monster it is now. May I see it?” she asks, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she imagines his meat-pole inside her.

“Of course you can,” he says, laying down on his back on Rainbowdash’s cloud bed and spreading his legs, putting his delicious stallionhood on display for her. “So, What do you think, Rainbowdash?”

“Well I think that might just be the biggest horsecock I’ve seen in my life, and I’ve seen almost every horsecock in Ponyville. He, he, I’m a whore."

“That you are. Now get that whore mouth on my big, fat, juicy, deliciously irresistible cock, eh?"

Rainbowdash nods and obeys her spongy master, opening her mouth as wide as she can and lowering the moist cavern over his cock, enveloping his member in her warm, feminine mouth.

“Oh… my…” Bathspounge moans, bucking his girly hips up into Rainbowdash’s waiting mouth. She starts to gag as her throat-hole is violated by Spounge’s massive spounge-dick. Spittle dribbles from around his cock as she struggles to take him, her eyes rolling back in her head from a combination of lack of oxygen and intoxication of his musk. Rainbow Dash moves a hoof between her legs and beggings pawing at her sopping wet slit, merely the smell of Bathspounge's cock exciting her. She moans around his cock as she pushes her hoof deeper into herself, imagining it's the beast of a cock down her throat ravishing her.

He moans again and pushes her head down farther, his flare now penetrating well into her digestive system. Rainbow Dash gags around him but struggles on, wanting nothing more than to see the stallion she's servicing happy. Rainbow Dash gags again as the thick rod of stallion is pushed into her, her throat muscles instinctively start trying to swallow the blockage, massaging his dick wonderfully. Rainbow Dash's eyes flutter open to look at him. She is shocked to see she's barely taken half of him, several more feet of cock sitting outside of her, enticing her to work harder to please him.

Bathspounge pushes down on her head as he pushes his own hips up, forcing her to take even more of his mammoth member down her cavernous throat. By the time he's penetrated to her stomach, Rainbow Dash has lost consciousness, the lack of oxygen causing her to collapse against him, giving him an opportunity to roll her onto her back and fuck her throat into oblivion.

Within a few minutes of his colossal rod of pure stalliontastic meat being pushed as far down her throat as possible, Dashie returns to the land of the living. Spounge’s groin is pushed against her nose, and she catches a strong whiff of his glorious musk and cums immediately, soaking her bedsheets with her mare-goo.

"Wow RD! Cumming already?" Bathspounge teases as he continues thrusting against her face. "And I thought the stallion was supposed to be the one getting the most pleasure out of a blowjob," he chuckles again. "But seriously though, do you want to just go to vaginal? I'm nowhere close and your throat is really not doing it for me."

Rainbow Dash manages a nod and Bathspounge starts pulling his dick out of her, which takes like five minutes. Then, she spreads her legs wide for him, giving him of a good view of her pussy. (AN: there aren't enough words for vagina.) Bathspounge wastes little time in hilting his dick in Rainbow Dash, forming a large bulge in her chest. Rainbow Dash cums immediately, the sheet size of the stallion exceeding anyone she's been with by at least ten-fold.

Bathspounge starts pulling back out of Rainbow Dash, who keeps on orgasming, almost constantly at this point, each orgasm making her vagina contract around him, letting her feel more of his titanium-hard dick and pushing her I've the edge again. Once pulled out to about halfway, Bathspounge stops to access the situation: Rainbow Dash is barely conscious, with her eyes rolled up, her tongue and a thick stream of spittle falling out of her mouth, and a strong blush on her cheeks; so everything is going as expected. He returns to filing the cyan-horse with his majesty. If he were a 'Lord of the Rings' film, he'd be at the three-hour-point: meaning, his climax was approaching. And like the finale of the trilogy, a deluge of hot liquid poured down, and Rainbow Dash held onto her cloud bed like Frodo clung to that rock, desperate, but exhausted.

Rainbow Dash was inflated like a zeppelin, in size, not shape, she was shaped like a Rainbow Dash with a huge semen-filled womb. And as it put pressure on her lungs, like a child laborer in the nineteen-twenties who lives on the street after the death of her mother in his own birth and father in an industrial accident, she coughed.

Bathspounge blacked out from lack of fluids, falling forward onto Rainbow Dash's bloated belly, his duck still berried in her so deep that whoever pulled it out would be crowded King Arthur.