Futa Festival Funby IdiotcornballChaptersWelcome to the FestivalStuffed Penguin #1 (lots of cum)Feats of StrengthThe Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition (one instance of sounding)Ring TossThe Great and Powerful Dicksie!CumcakesThe Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition (The Results)Welcome to the Festival"Will you all hurry up? We're going to be late!" Twilight stomped across the street towards the Ponyville town square, her tits, cock, and balls all bouncing merrily as she went. "So? Who cares if we're late?" Rainbow Dash grumbled as she followed along. Her breasts weren't quite big enough to truly bounce though they did jiggle a little. Her dick, similarly, didn't bounce so much as wiggle. Her nutsack, however, did enough bouncing for everything. She nearly had to walk bowlegged. "Nobody gives a crap about the opening ceremony anyway! It's all about the games, Twilight! This year I'm finally going to win that damn stuffed penguin!" "Rainbow Dash, if you want one so badly, I could give you one of mine," Fluttershy added softly. "I won three last year." Applejack shook her head. "I think it's more that she wants to win than anything to do with the pengiun." "Yeah!" Rainbow Dash grumbled. "I still don't know how the hell you managed to beat that game with that piddly little thing." She reached down and tweaked the tip of Fluttershy's penis. Or rather, the tip of the foreskin; the penis itself seemed to be hiding. Likewise, her already-diminutive nutsack seemed to be clamping itself against her body. "You realize your cock ain't that much bigger than hers, right?" Applejack snorted, casting a sideways glance at Rainbow's dick. "Yeah, and you're just jealous of her tits!" Pinkie squished her own impressive boobs and slightly chubby physique against Fluttershy's back, reaching around to aggressively fondle Fluttershy's massive boobs. They were so massive that Pinkie's hands could barely contain them. She squeezed a few times and began to use her index fingers to explore of crevasses of Fluttershy's inverted nipples. "Pinkie, stop that at once!" Rarity grabbed Pinkie's cock, which, like the rest of Pinkie Pie, was chubby and squishy, and gave it a tug. "Ow!" Pinkie skidded to a halt, releasing Fluttershy. "What was that for!?" "The festival hasn't even begun yet!" Rarity sniffed. "You'll have ample opportunity to manhandle people once things get started. And you had to go and grope Fluttershy of all people!" Pinkie snorted. "It's not my fault she has amazing boobs!" Fluttershy blushed and crossed her arms over her impressive chest. The gesture didn't really cover much. "Are you implying that my breasts are anything other than fantastic?" Rarity snapped, thrusting her torso, with it's mid-sized, perky tits, in Pinkie's direction. "Go ahead! Feel them!" Pinkie obliged. "They're definitely real nice, but Fluttershy's are just so squishy!" "Pinkie, if you're going to squeeze anyone's boobs, squeeze your own!" Twilight shouted back over her shoulder. "We're already late as it is, and if you keep randomly fondling everyone we're going to be— OOF!" She gasped as she ran headlong into Apple Bloom. "Ow!" Apple Bloom groaned as she picked herself off the ground and dusted off her penis. It quite closely resembled her sister's, if a bit smaller: sausage shaped with a generous portion of foreskin protruding past the tip. "I told you to watch where you were going!" Sweetie Belle said as she helped Apple Bloom up. "You three must be real excited," Applejack said with a smirk. "We sure as hell are!" Scootaloo pumped her arms in the air. "This is gonna be awesome! We're finally old enough to be part of the festival!" Rainbow Dash made the snort of somebody trying not to laugh and failing. "You really are excited, Scoots," she winked. Scootaloo's cheeks flushed. Her giddiness had made its way to her crotch, and her dick was halfway to an erection, sticking nearly straight out from her body. "Well, the princesses are gonna be here, too! Of course I'm a bit... excited about it." "Good thing Twilight didn't run into you!" Sweetie Belle said. "You might have ended up accidentally sticking your penis in her—" "Sweetie Belle!" Rarity interrupted. "I know that this festival is all about celebrating the female penis, but there's no need to be crude." Applejack shook her head. "Rarity, everybody is runnin' around town with their cocks out and flappin' in the breeze. Is this really the time to be all 'proper' about it." Rarity frowned. "Just because I am naked is no reason abandon my sense of decorum." "Is that why you spent like an hour styling your pubes before you left?" Rainbow Dash asked, a grin on her face. "You were late because you were styling your pubic hair?!" Twilight's eye twitched violently. "Of course! It is a special occasion after all." "But it looks just the same as it always does," Fluttershy said meekly. Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Rainbow Dash broke the silence. "How do you even know that?" "Um..." Fluttershy flushed so much it looked like her head might pop. "The spa?" "See, this is why I just shave down there," Apple Bloom said. "Nice and smooth, see?" She gently stroked the patch of skin just above her dick with her fingertips. It gave her goosebumps. "And that's why I don't shave at all!" Scootaloo declared as she twiddled the thick patch of purple hair at the base of her cock. "Can't we talk as we walk? I don't want to miss the opening!" Twilight grumbled. She went scurried around the back of the group and began to shoo them toward the town square, which was already packed. The townsfolk, were, like Twilight's own group, all naked and every single one of them had a dick. They worked their way through the packed bodies, finally reaching a spot that Twilight declared to be serviceable, if not ideal. "At least we can see the stage from here," Applejack said, surveying the view. "I can't!" Scootaloo hopped, trying to see over the heads of the aggravatingly tall girl in front of her. "You can sit on my shoulder," Dash offered. "You'd better get up there before they get started." She crouched. "Hurry up." "Awesome!" Scootaloo began to mount Rainbow Dash, though in a decidedly less-than-sexual manner. "Ow! You just put your dick in my eye!" "Sorry," Scootaloo steadied herself as Rainbow Dash slowly stood up, trying to ignore the surprisingly uncomfortable feel of a semi-boner poking her in the back of the head. "Sshh! They're starting!" Twilight hissed. It seemed like the whole crowd heard her, because every conversation suddenly died down as the mayor tapped on the microphone on the podium. "Townspeople of Ponyville! Welcome to the Futa Festival!" she announced. She was, like everyone else, nude, and like Scootaloo, the excitement translated into a large boner. Her voice was so enthusiastic that some of the people at the foot of the stage readied themselves in the event that she spontaneously came on them. "We want to extend a special welcome to any and all newcomers!" There was a cheer from "yay-we're-finally-legal" section of the crowd, as well as a few giggles at "newcomers." The Mayor continued, undeterred. "As always, we've been working very hard in order to bring you the very best celebration of chicks with dicks that we possibly can! We have games, we have contests, we have shows, and of course, we have the heart and soul of this pageant and its most popular event, the Penis Pageant! But what makes this year's Festival such a magnificent occasion are our special guests! Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Princess Cadance!" The town square erupted in cheers as the three princesses waved from their places on the stage. Down in the crowd, Twilight felt an elbow in the ribs. And then finger squeezing one of her tits. "What is it, Pinkie?" "Why aren't you up on stage?" she asked, in as low a voice as Pinkie ever used. "My whole coronation is too recent for them to work me into all of the special events," she answered with a shrug. "Besides, the festival is more fun this way. Now be quiet, the Princesses are going to speak!" Cadance was the first to approach the podium. What she lacked in size, (if it could be called lacking) she made up for with proportion. True, neither her ass, nor her tits, nor her cock were the largest, but it was undeniable that her beauty was truly more than the sum of her parts. Everything fit her perfectly; it was nearly impossible to point to any part of her body that wasn't just right. She cleared her throat and addressed the crowd. "People of Ponyville, it is truly an honor to be your guest! As the Princess of Love, this celebrations means a lot to me. Words cannot express just how much I have been looking forward to this event. Let's make this the greatest Futa Festival that Ponyville has ever seen!" The crowd cheered as Cadance returned to her seat, and Luna approached it. The Princess of the Night's steps were slightly halting. The whole Nightmare Night debacle clearly weighed heavily on her mind. She was surprisingly slightly built for someone who had caused such terror on her previous visit. She was slender and pale, and her penis and testicles were so diminutive that Twilight had to squint to make sure she actually had them. Even though the summer breeze was warm, her nipples were erect, as if a chill was running through her. "Citizens of Ponyville," she began. "I realize that my previous visit to this fine town was... less than ideal. But on this occasion I intend to make up for my past failings. Let us enjoy this festival! I will only give you a single order on this day: Have a good time!" More cheering. Twilight smiled. Luna had done well. But Celestia was the one she was truly looking forward to. Celestia was, in both appearance and personality, the near opposite of Luna. Her tanned body knew no subtlety. Her gigantic breasts swayed bombastically as she walked, and enormous cock dangled nearly to her knees. She smiled widely as she addressed the crowd. "I will not keep you here any longer," she said. "I am thinking exactly what you are: Let's get the festival started!" The cheers the erupted at the statement were the loudest yet. She bowed gracefully at the throng and stepped aside, gesturing for the Mayor to take the podium. "Without further ado," the Mayor declared amidst the cheering, "The Ponyville Futa Festival has officially begun!" Author's Note This is going to be fun. Stuffed Penguin #1 (lots of cum)Rainbow Dash put her fists on her hips as she stared down the "Blast the Bottle" booth. Hanging in a fuzzy line above the counter were a series of inexplicably purple plush penguins. They had eluded her for years, but today she was finally going to get one. "Try your luck!" called the proprietor, a chubby girl with an equally chubby dong. "Knock over a bottle, win a prize! Only three bits!" Rainbow Dash slammed three bits down on the counter. "I'll do it! Let's go!" The woman nodded. "Okay, you've got to cum and knock that bottle over." She point and smiled widely. "You do it, and you can pick any prize we got." "Oh, I will." Rainbow Dash cracked her knuckles. Let's do this!" She reached down, grabbed her cock, and began to stroke. Or rather, to jiggle it a bit, as in its non-erect state it was so short that a real stroke would cause it to slide out of her hand. She was impatient. She needed an image to help her dick along. She settled on that Wonderbolts pinup, the one with Spitfire unzipping the front of her flight suit. If she focused, she could smell the sweat on Spitfire's cleavage. In her mind, it wasn't her own hand on her cock. The trick worked like a charm; she was already hard and slick with precum. That bottle wouldn't know what hit it. When she came, the flood would knock over every bottle in the stand. Those damn stuffed penguins would know who was boss. She closed her eyes and saw Spitfire standing in front of her. Then the Wonderbolt got to her knees, and beckoned Rainbow Dash to slide her dick between her breasts. That was all it took. Rainbow Dash made an odd sort of grunting noise as she ejaculated over and over, spraying gobs of cum all over everything in front of her. The bottle didn't stand a chance. With as hard as she had blown this load, there was probably a gigantic hole in the back of the stall. As she felt the last spurts of sperm splat to the floor she opened her eyes. Just as she thought; the floor, which had been coated with a special plastic lining for easy cleanup, was spattered with cum. Her spread had been a bit wider than she had thought. At least one load had hit each table beside the one she had actually been aiming at, and there was a wet, dripping patch on the ceiling. "Nice shot!" The woman who was running the stall smiled widely. One of Rainbow's errant ejaculations and landed on her cheek, only to drip down and slide into her cleavage. She swiped up a bit of the cum with her finger and popped it into her mouth. "Mmm! Pity you didn't win anything, though." "What do you mean, 'didn't win anything'?!" Rainbow Dash snapped out of her post-orgasmic haze. "You didn't knock the bottle over. See?" She pointed. Nearly everything in the stall had at least a bit of Rainbow Dash's cum stuck to it; the ceiling, the walls, the stall-runner, the counter, the floor, everything. Except for the one damn bottle that she had been aiming at. Somehow, despite the shotgun blast of semen she her cock had shot out, the one thing that she had been aiming at was absolutely pristine. Her eye twitched. "This is bullshit! How could I have possibly missed it?!" The girl shrugged. "Well, you weren't really aiming..." "Ugh," Rainbow Dash wanted to punch herself. She had been too preoccupied with enjoying herself to make sure that one of her dozen cumshots landed where she wanted them. "Well, you can feel free to try again!" the girl said. She took the squeegee that was leaning in the corner of the stall and began to wipe up Rainbow Dash's mess, shoving the cum into a little indentation in the corner, doubtlessly put there specifically for that reason. "For another three bits of course." Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes at her. Then her eyes darted to the bottle, then to the line of prizes, then down at her cock, which was now deflated and dripping cum onto her toes. "I'll be back!" she said. "Once I rethink my strategy a little." She turned her attention to the parade of penguins above her head. "Don't think you've escaped, you little purple bastards. I'll be back for you!" Author's Note So yeah, just about the most basic idea possible. Don't worry; I have plenty of other ideas coming down the pipe. Feats of Strength"Step right up! Test your strength! See whose cock reigns supreme!" The voice came from a beside a narrow tower with a large bell at the top. "Aw yeah, let's do it!" Applejack grabbed Pinkie's arm and pointed at the contraption. "I still got some time before I gotta be over at the cider booth. "You wanna see how strong your cock really is?" "Sure!" Pinkie bounced along next to Applejack. "Mrs. Cake doesn't need my help yet anyway." "I should just be glad that Dash is off obsessin' over that bottle thing. Last year we wasted like an hour fightin' over who made tougher junk." "Really?" Pinkie tilted her head. "But yours is so much bigger than hers!" "My cock is, sure." She reached down and waggled it. "Though that ain't sayin' very much. Her nuts, though..." She rolled her eyes. "Her sack is like the size of my head. I tried to explain that it was about who's dick was better, but she wasn't havin' it. Kept tryin' ta tell me that her nuts made up for her lack of a real dick." She snorted. "As if that overgrown clit could beat this big ol' sausage!" She held her dick up by the foreskin. "You here to test the might of your cock?" asked the operator. She was about as slightly built as a girl could be, but her cock was anything but. She looked like a corn stalk with one really enormous cob of corn sticking out. "You know it!" Applejack said. "And this year I don't have Rainbow Dash followin' me around tryin' ta one-up me with that huge ballsack of hers." "Yup, I remember that from last year," said the operator with a giggle. "I'm pretty sure I made more offa you two then everybody else combined!" "Well, don't count on it this year," Applejack tossed her a bit. "I'm just gonna ring the bell and then get to some other stuff." The operator winked. "I dunno. We've tightened it up a bit since last year. Anyway, just whack your cock on this here pad and see how high you can make the thingy go up. If you ring the bell you get a prize!" "You'd better get one ready,"Applejack said. "Here goes!" She stood right in front of the high striker, bowlegged so that she was just about straddling the target. She cradled her junk in her hands, ready to strike. "Hiyah!" She crouched quickly, flapping her cock down with a slap. The weight on the other side of the lever shot upwards, towards the bell at the top of the game. "C'mon! Ring that bell!" Applejack shouted as the weight's ascent began to slow. Her face fell as the thing came to a slow stop just an inch shy of the bell before falling. "Awwww, too bad!" Pinkie slung an arm around Applejack's shoulders, groping one of her boobs in the process. "Don't worry, you'll get it next time!" "Oh, I sure will," Applejack grumbled. "She wasn't lyin'. They really did tighten the thing up since last year." She rubbed her cock as she eyed the machine, wondering if she should take another shot. "That was a good hit, too." The operator shrugged. "We gave away too many prizes last year. The only reason that we made a profit is because of you and Rainbow Dash. If it's any consolation, you got the best score of the night so far." Applejack snorted. "That's nice and all, but I wanna be the first to ring that bell!" She held up another bit. "I ain't goin' anywhere till I do." "Oooh Oooh! Can I try it?" All of Pinkie's parts bounced up and down. Applejack shrugged. "Sure, go for it. It's harder than it looks, though." "Okie dokie!" Pinkie sprang over to the game. "Now, you're gonna want to line yourself up so you get a solid hit, and you gotta put your whole weight behind your dick when you—" "WHOOOOO!" Pinkie flopped her dick awkwardly at the target. Applejack shook her head. No finesse, at all. She hadn't even really aimed, more whipping her cock in the general direction. Rainbow Dash probably would've laughed at Pinkie's attempt. At least she didn't have to worry about Pinkie beating her to the— DONG! "I did it!" Pinkie hopped up and down in celebration, her dick flopping against her rotund belly. Applejack stared in disbelief. For a moment she refused to believe that Pinkie had successfully rung the bell. Then she actually looked at it. Aside from the infinitely appropriate onomatopoeia that accompanied Pinkie's success, two large flags, each reading "DONG!" in gigantic red letters, had popped out from the sides of the bell. "And here's your prize!" Pinkie gleefully accepted the reward. "A new vibrator! Perfect. I had just worn my old one out!" She sniffed it. "And it smells like cotton candy!" "Wait just a second!" Applejack said. "How in the hell did you do that? I've been honin' my skills at this thing for years! You'd never even done it before and you weren't even tryin'! It doesn't make a lick o' sense!" Pinkie shrugged. "Well, my penis is a bit more girthy than yours." "Yeah, but it ain't that much bigger! And you didn't even make a clean hit! You just kinda—" She flapped her hand limply in the air. "There's no way it shoulda been so easy! I musta loosen it up for ya." "Hmph," Pinkie snorted and crossed her arms. "Maybe my dick is just stronger than yours!" "Hah! That's crazy. I got way more experience than you do at this sorta thing. You really think that your dick is gonna be stronger than mine?" Pinkie snorted again. "It could be. I beat you just now!" "That's just a fluke," Applejack said. "Let's do that again and we'll see who's cock is the strongest!" She spun to face the operator. "Let's do this." "Fine by me, but you gotta wait your turn." The operator nodded at the line of people that had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. "Alright, who's next?! Ring the bell and win a prize! See who's cock is the mightiest in Ponyville!" Pinkie fell to her knees in despair. "Nooo! Not a line! That's boring!" "Yeah, I don't feel like waitin' in line either," Applejack said. "Tell you what. Later tonight, they're gonna have the 'Mightiest Meatstick' competition. You go and sign up for that and we'll see who really wins when it comes to penis power!" "You're on!" Pinkie squished her chest against Applejack's. Then she leaned back, stood on her tiptoes so her tits were level with Applejack's, and tried again, this time going boobs for boob against Applejack's chest. "Fine!" Applejack said, pushing back. "See you then!" Author's Note You'd think that smacking your dick on anything hard enough to use one of those strength test machines would hurt. But I guess not. The Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition (one instance of sounding)Cheerilee cleared her throat before speaking into the microphone. "Attention, everyone! The contest will begin shortly. All entrants should proceed to their places. Thank you." "Oooh! This is so exciting!" Apple Bloom all but skipped towards the long table where the "Build Your Own Fleshlight" contest would be held. "I've been workin' all week on this!" "Like that's gonna help you," Scootaloo said, jabbing Apple Bloom in the ribs with her elbow. "I've got this one in the bag!" "Hmph, That's what you think!" Sweetie Belle added, "I got all kinds of tricks up my sleeve!" "I don't see any sleeves," said a familiar, and exceptionally snotty voice. "Probably no tricks either. Unless you mean that you got your sister to help you. I'm pretty sure that's cheating, though." Sweetie Belle turned around to glare at Diamond Tiara. "It's just a figure of speech and you know it! And I made it all by myself." "Yeah!" Apple Bloom snapped. "I bet you just got your butler to make yours for you!" "As if!" Silver Spoon said. Naturally, she was standing just behind Diamond Tiara. "We spent all week making sure that they're absolutely perfect!" Scootaloo snickered. "So you sat around jacking off all day?" Diamond Tiara glared daggers at her. "Maybe I did. I bet I'll still beat you!" "Never in a million years!" Sweetie Belle stomped her foot, and her petite, perky breasts jiggled. "I worked my dick off for this!" "Sure you did," Diamond Tiara said, rolling her eyes. "I hope you didn't use your own cock as a mold for it. It'll be too small for Cheerilee to use!" "What?!" Sweetie Belle squawked. "You take that back!" "Hey!" Apple Bloom shoved herself between them. "We're gonna win this competition, and that'll shut them up, okay?" "Oh, it'll shut you up alright," Silver Spoon said with a grin. Then she and Diamond Tiara spun around and stomped towards their positions at the table. "We'd better get to our spots," Sweetie Belle grumbled, reluctantly following after them. "It's not like her cock is that much bigger than mine anyway." Five minutes later, all six contestants stood at the table. Apple Bloom stood at the end, then Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara were next, glaring at the crusaders in stony silence. Twist stood proudly at the far end of the table, oblivious to the brooding conflict that enveloped the other five contestants. "Welcome to the Build Your Own Fleshlight competition!" Cheerilee announced to the small crowd that gathered around the table. One hand held the microphone, and the other fondled her penis, getting it ready for the imminent contest. "As you know, each of our competitors has designed and constructed their own self-pleasure devices! Here's how the competition will work. Each contestant will give a brief description of their take on this popular masturbatory aid, after which I will..." she grinned widely, "...test each of them to be sure that they conform to the contest specifications. Once that concludes, all of you will have an opportunity to sample these projects for yourselves. After an hour passes, I will tally the votes and announce the winner!" There was a cheer from assembled futas. "And now without further ado, let's begin!" She turned to the table. "Our first contestant is Apple Bloom! What can you tell us about your design?" "Well..." Apple Bloom held up her creation proudly. It was the usual cylindrical shape, but it was bizarrely large and clunky-looking. "I figured I could approve on the design a bit. I mean, a regular fake pussy is all well and good, but I thought it would be cool if it actually did somethin'. I know usin' motors is against the rules, so I rigged it up so that as you jerk off, the inside of it squeezes when you move your hand up and down." "A wonderful idea!" Cheerilee declared. "Let's see how it actually works." She held the device in one hand, and with her other, carefully slid her dick into the opening at the base of it. "It's quite heavy," she said as she put both hands on the fleshlight and began to slide it up and down. It made an odd clicking sound as the machinery inside it worked. "It feels quite good, though. The squeezing sensation is quite pleasant." Apple Bloom shrugged. "I couldn't afford a lighter material." She grinned. "But it gets the job done." "It certainly does!" Cheerilee slid the fleshlight off, though with reluctance. "It's quite a pity I have to move on to the next one." Apple Bloom nodded. "And it's apple-scented too! You know, 'cause Applejack would kill me if I didn't have apples in there somewhere." A laugh went through the audience as Cheerilee moved on to Sweetie Belle. Her fleshlight was more of a typical shape, but it had been completely covered with gems, and the gaps between the gems were filled with glitter, and it shined like some sort of elongated disco ball. "As you can see, my project is thoroughly bedazzled," Sweetie Belle said. "With this Fleshlight, you can jack off in style! The inside is lined with imported silk from Saddle Arabia that I totally didn't steal from my sister. It's a bit of a hassle to clean, but it feels so great that it's totally worth it!" "Oooh! Smooth." Cheerilee luxuriated for a moment in the feeling of the soft, smooth silk against the shaft of her cock. "Very enjoyable." There was a string of precum trailing from the tip of her penis as she set the fleshlight back on the table. "Now then, what do you have, Scootaloo?" "Well, I wanted mine to be super awesome!" Scootaloo held it up. Unsurprisingly, it was painted in such a bright blue that it was hard to look at, and appropriately enough it had a nose art-styled girl on the side. "And I guarantee that you're not gonna get anything like it from anyone else!" "It certainly looks amazing!" Cheerilee shoved her cock into it. "Oh my!" An unexpectedly cool, airy sensation enveloped her cock. It was like a cool breeze was giving her a blowjob. "It feels amazing as well! What exactly did you use?" "The inside is made out of clouds!" she said proudly. "Soft, smooth, and self-lubricating." "Mmm-hmmm." Cheerilee was only half paying attention. She was too engrossed in her other activity. Scootaloo continued nonetheless. "Though there is one thing you need to be careful abo—" "GAH!" There was a sudden flash of light from Cheerilee's crotch and a loud crack in the air. When the light faded, Cheerilee was shaking, and her hair stuck out from her head like an afro. "...Static electricity buildup," Scootaloo mumbled, feeling her chances of victory drain away. "Y-yes. Quite electrifying. But not entirely objectionably." Cheerilee's hands trembled as she gingerly extricated her cock. Her pubes were more than a little bit singed. "That whole 'zapping' thing might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I'm sure there are those who would see it as a feature." Scootaloo grinned smugly at Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, her expression clearly saying "I've got this in the bag." "Hmph," Silver Spoon snorted. "If you think that felt nice, just wait until you try this!" She held up her own submission. It was, naturally enough considering who made it, gilded with silver, and didn't look anything like something for putting your dick in. "Instead of going with some sort of gimmick, I decided to go with elegant simplicity. This fleshlight features and ergonomic grip, soft and long lasting internal material, and it has a removable top for easy clean-up." She crossed her arms as she completed her sales pitch. "Well, it certainly is convenient, and it looks very refined," Cheerilee said as she gave the device a try. "Though it might be a bit too simple. It certainly does feel good, but then again most fleshlights do. Even so, good job!" Silver Spoon smiled and glowered at the same time, evidently not quite satisfied with Cheerilee's comments. Diamond Tiara just rolled her eyes. "Our next contestant is Diamond Tiara!" Cheerilee announced. "Can you please tell us what's unique about your fleshlight?" "Well, it's the best, obviously." She smiled, showing all her teeth. "And that's because I used my own vagina as the model for it. I assure you that you couldn't possibly get anything better!" She winked. "Except for the real thing, of course." Apple Bloom tried to think up a derogatory comment about how cavernous Diamond Tiara's pussy was. But by the time she settled on an insult (namely "That's can't be! You'd need one of our apple barrels to fit your giant slit in there!) Cheerilee had spoken up. "What an interesting approach!" Cheerilee said as she slowly squeezed her cock into the opening. Just as well, Apple Bloom thought, it's obviously real tight anyway. For a moment, she was a bit envious and wanted to give it a try. Or even better, take Diamond Tiara on herself. Preferably in the ass. Diamond Tiara would never live down getting fucked like that. "So, how is it?" Diamond Tiara asked smugly. Cheerilee was barely paying attention. "Very good! And I see that this one is double-ended." Diamond Tiara nodded. "The other end is modeled after my anus. You know, if you happen to like that sort of thing. Initially I had planned a third one based on my mouth, but unfortunately I didn't have time." This time, Apple Bloom had a smart remark ready. "It wouldn't have worked anyway. Your mouth is way too big," she said. It was under her breath, but loud enough that a few of the spectators in the front row could hear. They giggled. Diamond Tiara snorted. "It's not like you'd even know what it's like anyway." Apple Bloom tried to think of a response, but the glances from Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle dissuaded her. "Anyway, let's try the other end then." She removed the cock from the fleshlight, and turned the thing around. It slipped so easily back on that for a moment it looked like her dick was barely touching it. There were audible giggles from the spectators, and even more audibly from the other end of the table. "It's a bit... loose," Cheerilee said carefully. "Not too bad, but not nearly as pleasurable as the other side." Scootaloo snickered as Cheerilee moved on to Twist. "Hot dog down a hallway, I guess," she giggled under her breath. Diamond Tiara grimaced, but kept silent. "And now we come to our last contestant, Twist!" "You're going to love thith!" Twist lisped. "Ith a bit of a thpecialty item, though." "A specialty item, huh?" Cheerilee asked. Twist's fleshlight looked rather normal, aside from the fact that it was painted like a candy cane. "What makes it so special?" "The inthide is made of candy!" Twist said. "Ith edible!" "Oh, that does sound interesting." "Be careful when you put your penith in it, though," Twist warned. "Ith a bit thticky." She winked. "And thereth a thpethial ekthra feature too! "Ah, yes..." The fleshlight squished as Cheerilee made use of its hole. "So, this special feature you were talking about?" "Thatth a thurprithe! Clothes your eyeth! And hold thtill!" "If you say so." Cheerilee put her hands over her eyes. "Now what." "Well, ath you could thee before you covered your eyeth, thereth a little hole on the end of the flethlight for eathy cleaning." "Yes, but all of them have that." "But I changed thomething on mine! My flethlight hath thpethial attathmentth!" She held up what looked like the little cap that would close up the hole at the end of the fleshlight. But this one was different. It seemed to be impaled with a candy cane. The crowed murmurmed, some in fear, some in interest. "Tho you jutht put it in the hole like thith..." Holding the curved piece of the confection like a handle, she moved to put the cap back into the fleshlight. Apple Bloom couldn't help but bite her lip. There were a good few inches of candy cane sticking through the cap. She could only imagine where that would go. "I'm gonna put the cap back in now!" Twist announced. "Hold thtill, Mith Cheerilee!" She grinned widely, and stuck the cap back into its place. Cheerilee's eyes were hidden, but everyone could tell that they were bugging out of her face "Oh my..." Cheerilee gasped quietly. "Jutht a thec. Let me thcrew it in!" Twist began to twirl the candy cane, screwing the cap into place. "If you like thounding, thith is the flethlight for you! Thee?" She pushed the cane a bit further into the fleshlight, and by extension, further into Cheerilee's urethra. Cheerilee's knees trembled. "Th-thank you for that demonstration, Twist," Cheerilee mumbled as she stepped back, out of Twist's reach. "That was... quite..." She tried to remove the fleshlight from her cock, but it seemed to be stuck. She gave it a tug, but it refused to release her dick from its grasp. "Thorry about that. It can get a bit thticky," Twist said. "It'll come off eventually when the candy ditholveth. And don't worry. I have plenty of duplicateth for everyone!" "Alright, then," Cheerilee turned back to the crowd, Twist's sugary thing still sticking off of her erect penis. "There you have it! Now that our contestants have presented their projects, now you have a chance to try them out for yourselves! Once you've sampled them all, fill out a ranking sheet and drop it into the box on the table. Voting will close in an hour, and then we'll tally the votes and announce the winner! Best of luck to everyone!" The crowd cheered. Apple Bloom gave a sideways glance down the table at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. "May the best fleshlight win!" she said. She didn't want to say it, but Applejack had always told her to be polite, even to assholes. Diamond Tiara just glared back. "Oh, I will." Author's Note Let me guess, you want to know who won? Guess what? You guys get to pick the winner! Just Click Here and pick the girl that made the best fleshlight. The answer will be revealed in a later chapter. Ring TossFluttershy wandered rather aimlessly through the festival. It happened every year; she was never quite sure how to feel when things first got started. Pretty much everybody agreed that dick size was hardly important most of the time, but she couldn't help but feel like people were staring at hers. Or rather, that they were trying to stare at it, but couldn't find it. At the best of times, her cock maybe the side of her thumb, and she didn't have big thumbs. It didn't help that it was every bit as she as she was, and seemed to want to make like Tank's head and retract at the sign of any danger. Such as somebody happening to look in its general direction. The breeze wasn't helping either, even though it wasn't that cool. Sure, before long, she would get used to having her dick hanging out (or sticking out, rather; it wasn't quite long enough to hang), but for the moment it was still awkward. At least she had the consolation of her ginormous breasts to draw attention away from her crotch. She sighed. What she needed now was something to occupy her mind. "Ring toss! Try your luck at the ring toss! Only three bits! Win a prize that totally costs more than three bits, thus making the game actually worthwhile!" Fluttershy's ear twitched. She recognized the voice. A ring toss was as good as anything. "Hello, Lyra," she said. "Helloooooo Fluttershy!" Lyra said, as usual with too much enthusiasm. Even her cock was enthusiastic, standing completely erect. It wasn't all that much bigger than Fluttershy's, though the boner made it hard to really judge. "Want to toss some salad-I mean rings!?" "Sure, I guess," Fluttershy said softly. "So they've got you running the ring toss this year?" "Yup!" Lyra said. "After that debacle with Dunk Tank last year, we figured that this would be better. And I've even got Bon Bon helping me!" She needed to the back of the stall, where Bon Bon sat on a stool. As usual, she was frowning. She was a good deal chunkier than Lyra (the natural result of owning a chocolate shop and lacking Lyra's metabolism), and that definitely included her dick. Even though it was flaccid, it was just as big as Lyra's. A wide foreskin dangled around the edges of her cock's head. She snorted. "You realize I have to leave to get to work on my submission to the candy contest, right?" she grumbled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You could at least pretend to enjoy this!" Lyra said. Then she turned back to Fluttershy. "Don't mind her. I accidentally smacked her in the balls while we were setting up the booth, so she's kind of in a bad mood." "Oh, I see." "But anyway, it's time for you test your aim!" Lyra grinned. "Get rings on a dick, get prizes! Do you want to do easy mode or hard mode?" "Hard mode? What's that?" "That's me!" Lyra put her hands on her hips, which she thrust forward. "As you can see, I don't exactly have an exceptionally large dick. So if you manage to get a ring on my meatstick, you get an even better prize!" "Oh, and easy mode?" "That would be Bon Bon. Or at least it would be if she had some wood going." Lyra looked back over her shoulder. "Come on, Bon Bon! Get it up. If you're going to catch rings on your hardon, you have to actually have one!" "Ugh, fine." Bon Bon put down the book she had been reading and began to reluctantly stroke the shaft of her penis with one hand and fondle her balls with the other. "So, you want to do easy or hard mode?" Lyra asked. "Though if you want easy mode it might be a minute or two." "Um, that's okay." Fluttershy twirled the edge of her hair in her fingers. "I'll just do hard mode, I guess." "An excellent choice!" Lyra said. She took a few steps back and stood against the back of the stall. "You've got three throws. The more rings you get on, the better prize you get!" She put her hands on her hips. "Alright, throw! Not too hard, though. I have to last for like two more hours and I'd rather not sprain something." "Okay, here goes!" Fluttershy took one of the plastic ring and took a shot. It was a bit too hard, but it bounced off Lyra's stomach and hooked onto her cock as it fell. "That's one!" Lyra said. "Two more and you win our best prize!" Fluttershy focused, and threw again. This one landed perfectly. "That's two for two! Just one more!" Fluttershy made her final toss. She held her breath as she watched it fall. It'll miss, she thought. I didn't throw it far enough. She closed her eyes. "Well, that was quite a throw," she heard Lyra say. She opened her eyes, and saw that the ring was balancing right on the tip of of Lyra's penis. It hadn't dropped to the floor, but it wasn't around her cock either. "Uh, does that count?" Fluttershy asked. "Hmmm," Lyra stared down at the ring. "You know what, let's see!" She twitched her cock once, just enough to the ring swinging. Fluttershy bit her lip as she watched it dangle. Then it slipped free, and slid down Lyra's cock. "You're a winner!" Lyra jumped up and down, making the rings jingle. "Pick your prize!" She reached under the counter and brought out a box. "You can pick from our finest assortment of cock rings!" "Cock rings?" "You know, rings that go on your cock!" Lyra held out the case. "The other prizes are all plastic, but these are actually metal. Take any one you want." "Uh... I guess I'll take this one." She picked up a small, silver ring with a butterfly etched in the metal. "I think it's the only one that will actually stay on if I try to wear it." "Huh?" Lyra's eyes darted to Fluttershy's cock. "Oh. Well, I think it'll stay on. If not, just get some sticky tack or something. Or just wear it on your finger. It's not like anyone could tell the difference." "Let's see..." Fluttershy took the ring in one hand and her penis in the other, and gingerly slipped the jewelry onto herself. Even though the wide part of the ring wasn't particularly large, it covered quite a bit. "Well, it looks like it's staying." "Yup. If it starts to slip, just start thinking sexy thoughts," Lyra suggested with a sly grin. "A semi-chub should keep it on." She continued to stare at Fluttershy diminutive dick. "You know, if you want, you could help us out with the ring toss. You could be like, Super Hard Mode or something." "Lyra, please!" Bon Bon snapped. Her cock was mostly erect now, and the particular way the foreskin was arranged made it seem a bit angry. "She's clearly sensitive about her dick size. There is no reason to call attention to it!" Lyra sniffed. "Come on! There are plenty of upsides to having a small dick." "Like what?" Fluttershy asked. "Well, it's way more comfortable to wear panties, for one thing. And it's a lot less likely that somebody will accidentally hit you in the crotch with a ball or something." Fluttershy nodded. "I suppose." "There are other benefits, too. Like, I bet that your dick is small enough that Bon Bon would actually let you do her in the ass with it. Apparently I'm too big." "Lyra!" Bon Bon fumed, glaring penis-shaped daggers at her. "What? I'm not even that well endowed!" Lyra grumbled. "I take your dick up my ass all the time." Bon Bon's head flushed so red she looked like a tomato. She buried her head back in her book. "Seriously," Lyra said. "Sometimes I swear that the only reason she won't let me put cock in her ass because she's already got a big old stick shoved up there. Oh well, she'll come around eventually. Enjoy the cock ring!" Fluttershy nodded. Even though it just meant that even more people would just be staring at her dick. "Of course! I'll make sure I stop by Bon Bon's candy stand once it opens." "Great!" Lyra said. "I'm sure she'll appreciate the business." Fluttershy smiled, nodded, and wandered back into the festival, wearing her cock ring with pride. The Great and Powerful Dicksie!"Twilight, why are we even watching this?" Rarity asked. They sat at a table in front of a small stage in the town square, where a number of spectators had gathered around the small cart. "You know as well as I do that Trixie's performances are usually a farce." "AND NOW, THE GRRREAT AND POWERFUL TRRRIXIE WILL SHATTER A CEMENT BLOCK USING ONLY HER BALLS!" Rarity and Twilight watched as Trixie smacked her scrotum against a cinderblock that was almost certainly rigged to crumble at the slightest touch, which it did, to mild applause. "See? That was awful!" Rarity said. "I know that it's free, but in this case we are really getting what we paid for." "Just wait for it, Rarity," Twilight said. "It happens every year. Trixie will get overambitious with one of her routines and end up injuring herself in an amusing fashion." "I know that," Rarity said with a sniff. "But I am not sure whether it is at all worth sitting through this." "The Grrreat and Powerful Trrrixie will now balance a bowling ball on her cock!" She put a totally-not-inflatable-guys-i'm-serious bowling ball on the tip of her cock and removed her hands, to ooh's and aah's from the young and gullible in the audience. "See?" Rarity said. "Come on, don't you remember last year when she set her pubes on fire?" Twilight asked. "We were laughing our heads off!" "That reminds me..." Rarity reached into her purse and withdrew a small comb and some hairspray and began to re-style her crotch hair. "Oh, come on! It's only been like an hour!" Twilight groused. "Can't that wait for a bit?" "I'm sorry, but the humidity is really wreaking havoc on it. I could not possibly be seen with my pubic hair so unruly. Not when I have a fashion show to host! Photo Finish is coming all the way from Canterlot to see it!" Twilight shook her head. "Suit yourself." She turned her attention back to the show. "Oh, there's no way that this is going to end well." "The Grrreat and Powerful Trixie will now shoot a bottle rocket out of her penis, and hit this target!" Rarity looked up. "Now this I must see." The music was, naturally, overdramatic, as Trixie gingerly inserted the stick of the bottle rocket into her urethra, just far enough in to keep it from falling. Then she turned to face a paper target hanging on a stand at the other end of the stage. She made an enormous show of aiming, squatting down slightly and poking and prodding her erection so it was pointed in precisely the right direction. With a flourish, she produced a match and lit the fuse. "This is gonna be good," Twilight said. The gathered crowed watched intently as the fuse burned down. As it reached the rocket, the flame vanished. There was a moment of silence, and then the rocket blasted forward, nailing the target square in the center. Trixie thrust her fist in the air, and then thrust her hips towards the audience. "The Great and Powerful Trixie has- AHHH!" The rocket, which had continued to fly after bursting through the target, had zigzagged through the air for a few moments before shooting straight at Trixie's face. "The Great and Powerful Trixie requires an ice pack!" Twilight and Rarity giggled as Trixie stumbled off the stage, searching for a steak to put over her eye. "That was quite amusing," Rarity said, "Though I had expected something a bit more over the top." "Oh, I'm sure she'll be back," Twilight said with a wink. "This was just the opening act." Author's Note And she will be back. CumcakesPinkie thrust her hips passionately, yet gently, ensuring that the pounding of her rather chubby meatstick didn't completely obliterate the large cupcake that she was grinding against. Her thick thighs were scattered with crumbs. Beads of sticky, sugary sweat dripped down her chest, flowing between her jiggling breasts and over her belly. Her gasps grew more and more rapid as she furiously humped the baked good. Then a shiver shook her whole body, her generous bottom wobbling as she poured her sweet cream filling into the cupcake. "Enjoying yourself?" Rainbow Dash asked. She had watched the whole scene with quite some interest. She had been quite tempted to sneak up behind Pinkie for some surprise buttsex, but that would risk Pinkie sitting on her, and unless her aim was perfect, that would be quite painful. She contented herself toying with her dick as she watched Pinkie attempt to impregnate the latest in the line of baked goods that sat on the table. "I could help you with that, you know." Dash patted her enormous nutsack. "I gotta win that penguin later, but I got some cum to spare." "No can do, Dashie!" Pinkie carefully slid her dick out of the cupcake, making sure not to let any of the cum drip out. "The rules of the Cumcake Contest state that each contestant has to provide their own semen! Besides, taste and texture are more important than quantity anyway. No offense, but your spooge is waaaay too salty!" "Salty? It's not that salty!" "Oh come on, Dash! Your cum is so briney we could make pickles with it!" She giggled. "We should try that sometime." Dash just snorted. "But seriously," Pinkie continued, "I've been carefully watching my diet to maximize the sweetness of my cum! Mrs. Cake has won the Cumcake Contest for the past five years, and I've never been able to beat her! This year, that changes!" Rainbow Dash snorted. "Good luck with that." "I don't need luck," Pinkie grumbled. "I even put some cum in the frosting, just to make sure it was extra tasty!" "Tasty, huh? I'll be the judge of that!" Dash reached for a cupcake, but Pinkie cock-slapped her hand away. "Stop that! I have to have a whole dozen cupcakes, and if I have to fill any more how I'm going to chafe! And you know what it feels like to have a chafing dick! If you want one that badly, I'll make you some later!" Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll remember that." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Pinkie used her bulk to shove Rainbow Dash out of the way as she picked up her tray and headed out the door. "I have a contest to get to and a MILF to defeat! You had better vote for me!" Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes again. "We'll see." Rainbow Dash scratched her balls lazily as she half-listened to the Mayor introduce the contest. As always, the contestants were a bit sparse. Everyone knew that Mrs. Cake and Pinkie Pie were the only real contenders, and everybody else tended to either not attempt to beat them, or to treat the whole thing as a joke. "...As always, our first competitor is Mrs. Cake!" A cheer rose from the crowd at the mention of her name. There was a reason that she won every year. "Do you have anything to say to the crowd?" "Only that I'm happy to be here! I put just as much love into this year's batch as I always do!" She rocked back and forth on her heels. Her chest was still surprisingly perky, and the babyweight that still stuck to her did little to diminish her figure. If anything, it accentuated her hips a bit. "As always, I've made my famous Chocolate Cumcakes. I know it's nothing fancy, but sometimes simplicity is best." "It's certainly been best for the past five years!" the mayor said as she moved down the line to Pinkie. "Our second entrant is none other than Pinkie Pie! What do you have to say?" "This year, I'm finally going to beat her!" Pinkie said. It was the same thing she said every year. "I made a strawberry cupcake with cum filling, strawberry-cum frosting and lots and lots of sprinkles! And it's AWESOME so vote for it!" "Okay then." The Mayor took a nervous step back. "And surprisingly enough, we actually have a third contestant this year! Normally, nobody bothers. Our underdog competitor, Twist!" "Thank you!" Twist said. "I realithe I'm probably going to loothe, but I figured I might ath well try. I made peppermint cupcaketh, with my themen incorporated into the minth themthelveth! Thure, they'll probably beat me, but at leatht I tried!" "And there you have it!" The mayor said. "Since we only have a limited number of cupcakes, we're going to randomly select our judging panel from the crowd. If you're interested in judging, come to the table to pick up a ticket!" Five minutes later, Rainbow Dash found herself sitting at a table with the other judges, three cupcakes sitting on the table in front of her. She hadn't even wanted to be a judge. She had just grabbed a ticket so she could tell Pinkie that she tried. How she'd have to actually pick one. She sighed, and took a bite of Twist's submission. As expected, it was peppermint flavored, a bit too much so. Dash scribbled that in the "notes" section of her voting sheet. Good, but one needed to like peppermint. She shrugged and moved on. Pinkie's cupcake was next. Rainbow Dash took a deep breath and a big bite. Pinkie being Pinkie, the cake itself was excellent, as was the frosting. Then there was the cream filling, which contained no actual cream. Pinkie's spooge had soaked into the cake like a syrup. It was cloyingly sweet; Rainbow Dash could practically feel her teeth rotting in her mouth. How the hell Pinkie had managed to get her cum to be so sugary was a mystery. The only thing that made any sense at all was that Pinkie had somehow pumped her balls full of sugar. Though now that she thought about it, Pinkie would do that. She finished off Pinkie's cupcake and took a drink. She had heard that Mrs. Cake's cupcakes couldn't possibly be defeated. Well, now she'd find out for herself. She took a bite. It was delicious. Soft and moist, with a fluffy, creamy filling. A perfect mix of sweetness and tartness, with a hint of bitter chocolate. And of course, the unmistakable taste of cum. It was almost a tragedy that she only had a single cupcake. She'd have to go see Mrs. Cake when this was all over. Would Mr. Cake mind if Dash gave his wife a blowjob? If she paid him, would it make him like a reverse pimp or something? "Would all the judges finish filling out their voting sheets!" The mayor's voice snapped Rainbow Dash out of her momentary fantasy. She stared down at the sheet. Who do I vote for? Pinkie's was good, even if it probably gave me diabetes. And Mrs. Cake's was pretty much perfect. And Twist's wasn't bad either. She shook her head and scribbled her vote down on the paper and headed up to the table. Author's Note Click here to vote for who you think Rainbow Dash should support. The Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition (The Results)"You might as well withdraw right now. You still have time before they announce the winner." Diamond Tiara said snidely. "At least that would spare you from having to lose." "Well, I ain't gonna lose," Apple Bloom said, glaring. "I got this one in the bag and you know it. You just want to trick me into givin' up, and it ain't gonna work." "What makes you so sure about that?" "'Cause I wasn't stupid enough to model my entry after your pussy." Apple Bloom scratched her balls. "I'd rather stick my cock in a knothole full of woodpeckers and than in there." Diamond Tiara snorted. "Sour grapes. You're just made that you didn't think of it first. Then again, it wouldn't help you anyway. I sure as hell wouldn't let you model your entry off my vagina, and I'm sure we all know that if we both do that it's obvious who they would choose." She elbowed Apple Bloom in the ribs. "It wouldn't be you." "Oh yeah, real funny. You're goin' on about sour grapes even though you're the one who tried to get in my pants." She reached down and flicked the tip of Diamond Tiara's cock with her fingers. "Somehow I doubt I'm missin' out on much." Diamond Tiara's face turned bright red. "I told you, that was a joke! And I doubt I'm missin' out on much either. I just figured that I'd be nice for once and give you a good time." Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. "Right, cause my idea of a good time is gettin' fucked by you. Maybe if it was the other way around." "Well, there's no way I'm letting you get on top! If you want my pussy that bad, you can borrow my fleshlight. Might have to wait a while though; it's gonna be in high demand." "Only 'cause you're gonna be using it yourself." "Fine, then." Diamond Tiara grinned evilly. "Why don't you put your pussy where your mouth is?" Apple Bloom scratched her head. "I ain't that flexible." "Not literally! I'm saying that if you're so confident that that enormous monstrosity of yours is going to do so well, why don't we raise the stakes?" She winked lasciviously. "Winner fucks the loser." "You know what?" Apple Bloom narrowed her eyes. "I'll take that bet." "What bet?" Scootaloo materialized out of the crowd. "Diamond Tiara thinks she's gonna beat me," Apple Bloom said with a laugh. "When I beat her in this contest, I get to bang her." "I'm quite sure it'll be the other way around." Silver Spoon appeared next to Diamond Tiara and put a hand on her shoulder. "Not that Apple Bloom won't enjoy getting skewered on Diamond Tiara's cock, of course." "Bullshit," Scootaloo said. "Whatever," Apple Bloom said. "We got some witnesses now, so why don't we make this official. I don't want her tryin' to weasel her way outta it when I kick her ass in this contest." "Fine." Diamond Tiara said. They both reached down and gave each others' cocks a squeeze and a shake. "What the heck are you two doin'?" Sweetie Belle asked as she approached the group. "We just made a bet on the contest," Apple Bloom said. "Yeah, and I'm going to have a great time bending Apple Bloom over when I win!" Diamond Tiara said. "I think I'm already starting to get hard." "I should've known," Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I got the cumsicles. Last ones, too." She handed out the dick-shaped frozen treats. "Sweetcream Scoops says it might be another hour before she's cum enough to make another batch." "Awesome!" Scootaloo grabbed one and began to suck. "I love these." "Come on," Sweetie Belle tugged on Apple Bloom's arm. "Miss Cheerilee is gonna announce the winners soon. We gotta get to the stage." "Yeah, we're finally going to hear who wins," Diamond Tiara said. "Not that it isn't already obvious." "I'm not even gonna bother tauntin' you anymore," Apple Bloom said with a shrug. "I'm gonna let my fleshlight speak for itself. Let's get goin'." Cheerilee cleared her throat into the microphone as she waited for everyone to gather. The contestants stood behind her, waiting for the results to be announced. The prizes sat on a table beside her. "Attention everyone!" she said. "We will now announce the winner of the Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition!" The audience cheered. Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara glared at each other. "In third place..." Cheerilee paused for emphasis, "...Twist!" The audience cheered as Twist came forward to claim her prize, a voucher for five free ring toss games. "Nervous yet?" Diamond Tiara whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "'Course not." Apple Bloom answered. "You?" "As if." "In second place..." Cheerilee waited for the cheers to die down. "Scootaloo!" "Aw yeah!" Scootaloo pumped her fists in the air. "I knew that everybody would like the cloud lining!" "Congratulations," Cheerilee said. "You've won this gift certificate to the Sweet Apple Acres Cider Stand!" Diamond Tiara snorted. "How sad. You didn't even make it into the top three!" "You still think you're gonna win, huh?" Apple Bloom said with a scowl. "Of course. As a matter of fact, I'll double up on our bet!" She grinned evilly. "The winner gets to fuck the loser... on stage in front of a live audience!" Apple Bloom narrowed her eyes. "You're on." "And in first place, our winner, is..." She held up the envelope and made a huge show of opening it. "Apple Bloom!" "What?!" Diamond Tiara's face went white as a sheet. "Awesome!" Apple Bloom paused just long enough for her friends to give her a pat on the back before she headed up to receive her prize. "Congratulations, Apple Bloom!" Cheerilee said. "You are this year's champion! You've won a year's supply of lube, courtesy of the Paradigm of Pleasure on Stirrup Alley." "Oh, that's not all I've won." She looked back over her shoulder at Diamond Tiara, and waggled her eyebrows. Then she turned back to to audience. "Thank you, everybody! You just this festival that much more awesome!" Author's Note Yeah, Apple Bloom had a pretty commanding lead.
Welcome to the Festival"Will you all hurry up? We're going to be late!" Twilight stomped across the street towards the Ponyville town square, her tits, cock, and balls all bouncing merrily as she went. "So? Who cares if we're late?" Rainbow Dash grumbled as she followed along. Her breasts weren't quite big enough to truly bounce though they did jiggle a little. Her dick, similarly, didn't bounce so much as wiggle. Her nutsack, however, did enough bouncing for everything. She nearly had to walk bowlegged. "Nobody gives a crap about the opening ceremony anyway! It's all about the games, Twilight! This year I'm finally going to win that damn stuffed penguin!" "Rainbow Dash, if you want one so badly, I could give you one of mine," Fluttershy added softly. "I won three last year." Applejack shook her head. "I think it's more that she wants to win than anything to do with the pengiun." "Yeah!" Rainbow Dash grumbled. "I still don't know how the hell you managed to beat that game with that piddly little thing." She reached down and tweaked the tip of Fluttershy's penis. Or rather, the tip of the foreskin; the penis itself seemed to be hiding. Likewise, her already-diminutive nutsack seemed to be clamping itself against her body. "You realize your cock ain't that much bigger than hers, right?" Applejack snorted, casting a sideways glance at Rainbow's dick. "Yeah, and you're just jealous of her tits!" Pinkie squished her own impressive boobs and slightly chubby physique against Fluttershy's back, reaching around to aggressively fondle Fluttershy's massive boobs. They were so massive that Pinkie's hands could barely contain them. She squeezed a few times and began to use her index fingers to explore of crevasses of Fluttershy's inverted nipples. "Pinkie, stop that at once!" Rarity grabbed Pinkie's cock, which, like the rest of Pinkie Pie, was chubby and squishy, and gave it a tug. "Ow!" Pinkie skidded to a halt, releasing Fluttershy. "What was that for!?" "The festival hasn't even begun yet!" Rarity sniffed. "You'll have ample opportunity to manhandle people once things get started. And you had to go and grope Fluttershy of all people!" Pinkie snorted. "It's not my fault she has amazing boobs!" Fluttershy blushed and crossed her arms over her impressive chest. The gesture didn't really cover much. "Are you implying that my breasts are anything other than fantastic?" Rarity snapped, thrusting her torso, with it's mid-sized, perky tits, in Pinkie's direction. "Go ahead! Feel them!" Pinkie obliged. "They're definitely real nice, but Fluttershy's are just so squishy!" "Pinkie, if you're going to squeeze anyone's boobs, squeeze your own!" Twilight shouted back over her shoulder. "We're already late as it is, and if you keep randomly fondling everyone we're going to be— OOF!" She gasped as she ran headlong into Apple Bloom. "Ow!" Apple Bloom groaned as she picked herself off the ground and dusted off her penis. It quite closely resembled her sister's, if a bit smaller: sausage shaped with a generous portion of foreskin protruding past the tip. "I told you to watch where you were going!" Sweetie Belle said as she helped Apple Bloom up. "You three must be real excited," Applejack said with a smirk. "We sure as hell are!" Scootaloo pumped her arms in the air. "This is gonna be awesome! We're finally old enough to be part of the festival!" Rainbow Dash made the snort of somebody trying not to laugh and failing. "You really are excited, Scoots," she winked. Scootaloo's cheeks flushed. Her giddiness had made its way to her crotch, and her dick was halfway to an erection, sticking nearly straight out from her body. "Well, the princesses are gonna be here, too! Of course I'm a bit... excited about it." "Good thing Twilight didn't run into you!" Sweetie Belle said. "You might have ended up accidentally sticking your penis in her—" "Sweetie Belle!" Rarity interrupted. "I know that this festival is all about celebrating the female penis, but there's no need to be crude." Applejack shook her head. "Rarity, everybody is runnin' around town with their cocks out and flappin' in the breeze. Is this really the time to be all 'proper' about it." Rarity frowned. "Just because I am naked is no reason abandon my sense of decorum." "Is that why you spent like an hour styling your pubes before you left?" Rainbow Dash asked, a grin on her face. "You were late because you were styling your pubic hair?!" Twilight's eye twitched violently. "Of course! It is a special occasion after all." "But it looks just the same as it always does," Fluttershy said meekly. Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Rainbow Dash broke the silence. "How do you even know that?" "Um..." Fluttershy flushed so much it looked like her head might pop. "The spa?" "See, this is why I just shave down there," Apple Bloom said. "Nice and smooth, see?" She gently stroked the patch of skin just above her dick with her fingertips. It gave her goosebumps. "And that's why I don't shave at all!" Scootaloo declared as she twiddled the thick patch of purple hair at the base of her cock. "Can't we talk as we walk? I don't want to miss the opening!" Twilight grumbled. She went scurried around the back of the group and began to shoo them toward the town square, which was already packed. The townsfolk, were, like Twilight's own group, all naked and every single one of them had a dick. They worked their way through the packed bodies, finally reaching a spot that Twilight declared to be serviceable, if not ideal. "At least we can see the stage from here," Applejack said, surveying the view. "I can't!" Scootaloo hopped, trying to see over the heads of the aggravatingly tall girl in front of her. "You can sit on my shoulder," Dash offered. "You'd better get up there before they get started." She crouched. "Hurry up." "Awesome!" Scootaloo began to mount Rainbow Dash, though in a decidedly less-than-sexual manner. "Ow! You just put your dick in my eye!" "Sorry," Scootaloo steadied herself as Rainbow Dash slowly stood up, trying to ignore the surprisingly uncomfortable feel of a semi-boner poking her in the back of the head. "Sshh! They're starting!" Twilight hissed. It seemed like the whole crowd heard her, because every conversation suddenly died down as the mayor tapped on the microphone on the podium. "Townspeople of Ponyville! Welcome to the Futa Festival!" she announced. She was, like everyone else, nude, and like Scootaloo, the excitement translated into a large boner. Her voice was so enthusiastic that some of the people at the foot of the stage readied themselves in the event that she spontaneously came on them. "We want to extend a special welcome to any and all newcomers!" There was a cheer from "yay-we're-finally-legal" section of the crowd, as well as a few giggles at "newcomers." The Mayor continued, undeterred. "As always, we've been working very hard in order to bring you the very best celebration of chicks with dicks that we possibly can! We have games, we have contests, we have shows, and of course, we have the heart and soul of this pageant and its most popular event, the Penis Pageant! But what makes this year's Festival such a magnificent occasion are our special guests! Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Princess Cadance!" The town square erupted in cheers as the three princesses waved from their places on the stage. Down in the crowd, Twilight felt an elbow in the ribs. And then finger squeezing one of her tits. "What is it, Pinkie?" "Why aren't you up on stage?" she asked, in as low a voice as Pinkie ever used. "My whole coronation is too recent for them to work me into all of the special events," she answered with a shrug. "Besides, the festival is more fun this way. Now be quiet, the Princesses are going to speak!" Cadance was the first to approach the podium. What she lacked in size, (if it could be called lacking) she made up for with proportion. True, neither her ass, nor her tits, nor her cock were the largest, but it was undeniable that her beauty was truly more than the sum of her parts. Everything fit her perfectly; it was nearly impossible to point to any part of her body that wasn't just right. She cleared her throat and addressed the crowd. "People of Ponyville, it is truly an honor to be your guest! As the Princess of Love, this celebrations means a lot to me. Words cannot express just how much I have been looking forward to this event. Let's make this the greatest Futa Festival that Ponyville has ever seen!" The crowd cheered as Cadance returned to her seat, and Luna approached it. The Princess of the Night's steps were slightly halting. The whole Nightmare Night debacle clearly weighed heavily on her mind. She was surprisingly slightly built for someone who had caused such terror on her previous visit. She was slender and pale, and her penis and testicles were so diminutive that Twilight had to squint to make sure she actually had them. Even though the summer breeze was warm, her nipples were erect, as if a chill was running through her. "Citizens of Ponyville," she began. "I realize that my previous visit to this fine town was... less than ideal. But on this occasion I intend to make up for my past failings. Let us enjoy this festival! I will only give you a single order on this day: Have a good time!" More cheering. Twilight smiled. Luna had done well. But Celestia was the one she was truly looking forward to. Celestia was, in both appearance and personality, the near opposite of Luna. Her tanned body knew no subtlety. Her gigantic breasts swayed bombastically as she walked, and enormous cock dangled nearly to her knees. She smiled widely as she addressed the crowd. "I will not keep you here any longer," she said. "I am thinking exactly what you are: Let's get the festival started!" The cheers the erupted at the statement were the loudest yet. She bowed gracefully at the throng and stepped aside, gesturing for the Mayor to take the podium. "Without further ado," the Mayor declared amidst the cheering, "The Ponyville Futa Festival has officially begun!" Author's Note This is going to be fun.
Stuffed Penguin #1 (lots of cum)Rainbow Dash put her fists on her hips as she stared down the "Blast the Bottle" booth. Hanging in a fuzzy line above the counter were a series of inexplicably purple plush penguins. They had eluded her for years, but today she was finally going to get one. "Try your luck!" called the proprietor, a chubby girl with an equally chubby dong. "Knock over a bottle, win a prize! Only three bits!" Rainbow Dash slammed three bits down on the counter. "I'll do it! Let's go!" The woman nodded. "Okay, you've got to cum and knock that bottle over." She point and smiled widely. "You do it, and you can pick any prize we got." "Oh, I will." Rainbow Dash cracked her knuckles. Let's do this!" She reached down, grabbed her cock, and began to stroke. Or rather, to jiggle it a bit, as in its non-erect state it was so short that a real stroke would cause it to slide out of her hand. She was impatient. She needed an image to help her dick along. She settled on that Wonderbolts pinup, the one with Spitfire unzipping the front of her flight suit. If she focused, she could smell the sweat on Spitfire's cleavage. In her mind, it wasn't her own hand on her cock. The trick worked like a charm; she was already hard and slick with precum. That bottle wouldn't know what hit it. When she came, the flood would knock over every bottle in the stand. Those damn stuffed penguins would know who was boss. She closed her eyes and saw Spitfire standing in front of her. Then the Wonderbolt got to her knees, and beckoned Rainbow Dash to slide her dick between her breasts. That was all it took. Rainbow Dash made an odd sort of grunting noise as she ejaculated over and over, spraying gobs of cum all over everything in front of her. The bottle didn't stand a chance. With as hard as she had blown this load, there was probably a gigantic hole in the back of the stall. As she felt the last spurts of sperm splat to the floor she opened her eyes. Just as she thought; the floor, which had been coated with a special plastic lining for easy cleanup, was spattered with cum. Her spread had been a bit wider than she had thought. At least one load had hit each table beside the one she had actually been aiming at, and there was a wet, dripping patch on the ceiling. "Nice shot!" The woman who was running the stall smiled widely. One of Rainbow's errant ejaculations and landed on her cheek, only to drip down and slide into her cleavage. She swiped up a bit of the cum with her finger and popped it into her mouth. "Mmm! Pity you didn't win anything, though." "What do you mean, 'didn't win anything'?!" Rainbow Dash snapped out of her post-orgasmic haze. "You didn't knock the bottle over. See?" She pointed. Nearly everything in the stall had at least a bit of Rainbow Dash's cum stuck to it; the ceiling, the walls, the stall-runner, the counter, the floor, everything. Except for the one damn bottle that she had been aiming at. Somehow, despite the shotgun blast of semen she her cock had shot out, the one thing that she had been aiming at was absolutely pristine. Her eye twitched. "This is bullshit! How could I have possibly missed it?!" The girl shrugged. "Well, you weren't really aiming..." "Ugh," Rainbow Dash wanted to punch herself. She had been too preoccupied with enjoying herself to make sure that one of her dozen cumshots landed where she wanted them. "Well, you can feel free to try again!" the girl said. She took the squeegee that was leaning in the corner of the stall and began to wipe up Rainbow Dash's mess, shoving the cum into a little indentation in the corner, doubtlessly put there specifically for that reason. "For another three bits of course." Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes at her. Then her eyes darted to the bottle, then to the line of prizes, then down at her cock, which was now deflated and dripping cum onto her toes. "I'll be back!" she said. "Once I rethink my strategy a little." She turned her attention to the parade of penguins above her head. "Don't think you've escaped, you little purple bastards. I'll be back for you!" Author's Note So yeah, just about the most basic idea possible. Don't worry; I have plenty of other ideas coming down the pipe.
Feats of Strength"Step right up! Test your strength! See whose cock reigns supreme!" The voice came from a beside a narrow tower with a large bell at the top. "Aw yeah, let's do it!" Applejack grabbed Pinkie's arm and pointed at the contraption. "I still got some time before I gotta be over at the cider booth. "You wanna see how strong your cock really is?" "Sure!" Pinkie bounced along next to Applejack. "Mrs. Cake doesn't need my help yet anyway." "I should just be glad that Dash is off obsessin' over that bottle thing. Last year we wasted like an hour fightin' over who made tougher junk." "Really?" Pinkie tilted her head. "But yours is so much bigger than hers!" "My cock is, sure." She reached down and waggled it. "Though that ain't sayin' very much. Her nuts, though..." She rolled her eyes. "Her sack is like the size of my head. I tried to explain that it was about who's dick was better, but she wasn't havin' it. Kept tryin' ta tell me that her nuts made up for her lack of a real dick." She snorted. "As if that overgrown clit could beat this big ol' sausage!" She held her dick up by the foreskin. "You here to test the might of your cock?" asked the operator. She was about as slightly built as a girl could be, but her cock was anything but. She looked like a corn stalk with one really enormous cob of corn sticking out. "You know it!" Applejack said. "And this year I don't have Rainbow Dash followin' me around tryin' ta one-up me with that huge ballsack of hers." "Yup, I remember that from last year," said the operator with a giggle. "I'm pretty sure I made more offa you two then everybody else combined!" "Well, don't count on it this year," Applejack tossed her a bit. "I'm just gonna ring the bell and then get to some other stuff." The operator winked. "I dunno. We've tightened it up a bit since last year. Anyway, just whack your cock on this here pad and see how high you can make the thingy go up. If you ring the bell you get a prize!" "You'd better get one ready,"Applejack said. "Here goes!" She stood right in front of the high striker, bowlegged so that she was just about straddling the target. She cradled her junk in her hands, ready to strike. "Hiyah!" She crouched quickly, flapping her cock down with a slap. The weight on the other side of the lever shot upwards, towards the bell at the top of the game. "C'mon! Ring that bell!" Applejack shouted as the weight's ascent began to slow. Her face fell as the thing came to a slow stop just an inch shy of the bell before falling. "Awwww, too bad!" Pinkie slung an arm around Applejack's shoulders, groping one of her boobs in the process. "Don't worry, you'll get it next time!" "Oh, I sure will," Applejack grumbled. "She wasn't lyin'. They really did tighten the thing up since last year." She rubbed her cock as she eyed the machine, wondering if she should take another shot. "That was a good hit, too." The operator shrugged. "We gave away too many prizes last year. The only reason that we made a profit is because of you and Rainbow Dash. If it's any consolation, you got the best score of the night so far." Applejack snorted. "That's nice and all, but I wanna be the first to ring that bell!" She held up another bit. "I ain't goin' anywhere till I do." "Oooh Oooh! Can I try it?" All of Pinkie's parts bounced up and down. Applejack shrugged. "Sure, go for it. It's harder than it looks, though." "Okie dokie!" Pinkie sprang over to the game. "Now, you're gonna want to line yourself up so you get a solid hit, and you gotta put your whole weight behind your dick when you—" "WHOOOOO!" Pinkie flopped her dick awkwardly at the target. Applejack shook her head. No finesse, at all. She hadn't even really aimed, more whipping her cock in the general direction. Rainbow Dash probably would've laughed at Pinkie's attempt. At least she didn't have to worry about Pinkie beating her to the— DONG! "I did it!" Pinkie hopped up and down in celebration, her dick flopping against her rotund belly. Applejack stared in disbelief. For a moment she refused to believe that Pinkie had successfully rung the bell. Then she actually looked at it. Aside from the infinitely appropriate onomatopoeia that accompanied Pinkie's success, two large flags, each reading "DONG!" in gigantic red letters, had popped out from the sides of the bell. "And here's your prize!" Pinkie gleefully accepted the reward. "A new vibrator! Perfect. I had just worn my old one out!" She sniffed it. "And it smells like cotton candy!" "Wait just a second!" Applejack said. "How in the hell did you do that? I've been honin' my skills at this thing for years! You'd never even done it before and you weren't even tryin'! It doesn't make a lick o' sense!" Pinkie shrugged. "Well, my penis is a bit more girthy than yours." "Yeah, but it ain't that much bigger! And you didn't even make a clean hit! You just kinda—" She flapped her hand limply in the air. "There's no way it shoulda been so easy! I musta loosen it up for ya." "Hmph," Pinkie snorted and crossed her arms. "Maybe my dick is just stronger than yours!" "Hah! That's crazy. I got way more experience than you do at this sorta thing. You really think that your dick is gonna be stronger than mine?" Pinkie snorted again. "It could be. I beat you just now!" "That's just a fluke," Applejack said. "Let's do that again and we'll see who's cock is the strongest!" She spun to face the operator. "Let's do this." "Fine by me, but you gotta wait your turn." The operator nodded at the line of people that had suddenly materialized out of nowhere. "Alright, who's next?! Ring the bell and win a prize! See who's cock is the mightiest in Ponyville!" Pinkie fell to her knees in despair. "Nooo! Not a line! That's boring!" "Yeah, I don't feel like waitin' in line either," Applejack said. "Tell you what. Later tonight, they're gonna have the 'Mightiest Meatstick' competition. You go and sign up for that and we'll see who really wins when it comes to penis power!" "You're on!" Pinkie squished her chest against Applejack's. Then she leaned back, stood on her tiptoes so her tits were level with Applejack's, and tried again, this time going boobs for boob against Applejack's chest. "Fine!" Applejack said, pushing back. "See you then!" Author's Note You'd think that smacking your dick on anything hard enough to use one of those strength test machines would hurt. But I guess not.
The Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition (one instance of sounding)Cheerilee cleared her throat before speaking into the microphone. "Attention, everyone! The contest will begin shortly. All entrants should proceed to their places. Thank you." "Oooh! This is so exciting!" Apple Bloom all but skipped towards the long table where the "Build Your Own Fleshlight" contest would be held. "I've been workin' all week on this!" "Like that's gonna help you," Scootaloo said, jabbing Apple Bloom in the ribs with her elbow. "I've got this one in the bag!" "Hmph, That's what you think!" Sweetie Belle added, "I got all kinds of tricks up my sleeve!" "I don't see any sleeves," said a familiar, and exceptionally snotty voice. "Probably no tricks either. Unless you mean that you got your sister to help you. I'm pretty sure that's cheating, though." Sweetie Belle turned around to glare at Diamond Tiara. "It's just a figure of speech and you know it! And I made it all by myself." "Yeah!" Apple Bloom snapped. "I bet you just got your butler to make yours for you!" "As if!" Silver Spoon said. Naturally, she was standing just behind Diamond Tiara. "We spent all week making sure that they're absolutely perfect!" Scootaloo snickered. "So you sat around jacking off all day?" Diamond Tiara glared daggers at her. "Maybe I did. I bet I'll still beat you!" "Never in a million years!" Sweetie Belle stomped her foot, and her petite, perky breasts jiggled. "I worked my dick off for this!" "Sure you did," Diamond Tiara said, rolling her eyes. "I hope you didn't use your own cock as a mold for it. It'll be too small for Cheerilee to use!" "What?!" Sweetie Belle squawked. "You take that back!" "Hey!" Apple Bloom shoved herself between them. "We're gonna win this competition, and that'll shut them up, okay?" "Oh, it'll shut you up alright," Silver Spoon said with a grin. Then she and Diamond Tiara spun around and stomped towards their positions at the table. "We'd better get to our spots," Sweetie Belle grumbled, reluctantly following after them. "It's not like her cock is that much bigger than mine anyway." Five minutes later, all six contestants stood at the table. Apple Bloom stood at the end, then Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara were next, glaring at the crusaders in stony silence. Twist stood proudly at the far end of the table, oblivious to the brooding conflict that enveloped the other five contestants. "Welcome to the Build Your Own Fleshlight competition!" Cheerilee announced to the small crowd that gathered around the table. One hand held the microphone, and the other fondled her penis, getting it ready for the imminent contest. "As you know, each of our competitors has designed and constructed their own self-pleasure devices! Here's how the competition will work. Each contestant will give a brief description of their take on this popular masturbatory aid, after which I will..." she grinned widely, "...test each of them to be sure that they conform to the contest specifications. Once that concludes, all of you will have an opportunity to sample these projects for yourselves. After an hour passes, I will tally the votes and announce the winner!" There was a cheer from assembled futas. "And now without further ado, let's begin!" She turned to the table. "Our first contestant is Apple Bloom! What can you tell us about your design?" "Well..." Apple Bloom held up her creation proudly. It was the usual cylindrical shape, but it was bizarrely large and clunky-looking. "I figured I could approve on the design a bit. I mean, a regular fake pussy is all well and good, but I thought it would be cool if it actually did somethin'. I know usin' motors is against the rules, so I rigged it up so that as you jerk off, the inside of it squeezes when you move your hand up and down." "A wonderful idea!" Cheerilee declared. "Let's see how it actually works." She held the device in one hand, and with her other, carefully slid her dick into the opening at the base of it. "It's quite heavy," she said as she put both hands on the fleshlight and began to slide it up and down. It made an odd clicking sound as the machinery inside it worked. "It feels quite good, though. The squeezing sensation is quite pleasant." Apple Bloom shrugged. "I couldn't afford a lighter material." She grinned. "But it gets the job done." "It certainly does!" Cheerilee slid the fleshlight off, though with reluctance. "It's quite a pity I have to move on to the next one." Apple Bloom nodded. "And it's apple-scented too! You know, 'cause Applejack would kill me if I didn't have apples in there somewhere." A laugh went through the audience as Cheerilee moved on to Sweetie Belle. Her fleshlight was more of a typical shape, but it had been completely covered with gems, and the gaps between the gems were filled with glitter, and it shined like some sort of elongated disco ball. "As you can see, my project is thoroughly bedazzled," Sweetie Belle said. "With this Fleshlight, you can jack off in style! The inside is lined with imported silk from Saddle Arabia that I totally didn't steal from my sister. It's a bit of a hassle to clean, but it feels so great that it's totally worth it!" "Oooh! Smooth." Cheerilee luxuriated for a moment in the feeling of the soft, smooth silk against the shaft of her cock. "Very enjoyable." There was a string of precum trailing from the tip of her penis as she set the fleshlight back on the table. "Now then, what do you have, Scootaloo?" "Well, I wanted mine to be super awesome!" Scootaloo held it up. Unsurprisingly, it was painted in such a bright blue that it was hard to look at, and appropriately enough it had a nose art-styled girl on the side. "And I guarantee that you're not gonna get anything like it from anyone else!" "It certainly looks amazing!" Cheerilee shoved her cock into it. "Oh my!" An unexpectedly cool, airy sensation enveloped her cock. It was like a cool breeze was giving her a blowjob. "It feels amazing as well! What exactly did you use?" "The inside is made out of clouds!" she said proudly. "Soft, smooth, and self-lubricating." "Mmm-hmmm." Cheerilee was only half paying attention. She was too engrossed in her other activity. Scootaloo continued nonetheless. "Though there is one thing you need to be careful abo—" "GAH!" There was a sudden flash of light from Cheerilee's crotch and a loud crack in the air. When the light faded, Cheerilee was shaking, and her hair stuck out from her head like an afro. "...Static electricity buildup," Scootaloo mumbled, feeling her chances of victory drain away. "Y-yes. Quite electrifying. But not entirely objectionably." Cheerilee's hands trembled as she gingerly extricated her cock. Her pubes were more than a little bit singed. "That whole 'zapping' thing might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I'm sure there are those who would see it as a feature." Scootaloo grinned smugly at Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, her expression clearly saying "I've got this in the bag." "Hmph," Silver Spoon snorted. "If you think that felt nice, just wait until you try this!" She held up her own submission. It was, naturally enough considering who made it, gilded with silver, and didn't look anything like something for putting your dick in. "Instead of going with some sort of gimmick, I decided to go with elegant simplicity. This fleshlight features and ergonomic grip, soft and long lasting internal material, and it has a removable top for easy clean-up." She crossed her arms as she completed her sales pitch. "Well, it certainly is convenient, and it looks very refined," Cheerilee said as she gave the device a try. "Though it might be a bit too simple. It certainly does feel good, but then again most fleshlights do. Even so, good job!" Silver Spoon smiled and glowered at the same time, evidently not quite satisfied with Cheerilee's comments. Diamond Tiara just rolled her eyes. "Our next contestant is Diamond Tiara!" Cheerilee announced. "Can you please tell us what's unique about your fleshlight?" "Well, it's the best, obviously." She smiled, showing all her teeth. "And that's because I used my own vagina as the model for it. I assure you that you couldn't possibly get anything better!" She winked. "Except for the real thing, of course." Apple Bloom tried to think up a derogatory comment about how cavernous Diamond Tiara's pussy was. But by the time she settled on an insult (namely "That's can't be! You'd need one of our apple barrels to fit your giant slit in there!) Cheerilee had spoken up. "What an interesting approach!" Cheerilee said as she slowly squeezed her cock into the opening. Just as well, Apple Bloom thought, it's obviously real tight anyway. For a moment, she was a bit envious and wanted to give it a try. Or even better, take Diamond Tiara on herself. Preferably in the ass. Diamond Tiara would never live down getting fucked like that. "So, how is it?" Diamond Tiara asked smugly. Cheerilee was barely paying attention. "Very good! And I see that this one is double-ended." Diamond Tiara nodded. "The other end is modeled after my anus. You know, if you happen to like that sort of thing. Initially I had planned a third one based on my mouth, but unfortunately I didn't have time." This time, Apple Bloom had a smart remark ready. "It wouldn't have worked anyway. Your mouth is way too big," she said. It was under her breath, but loud enough that a few of the spectators in the front row could hear. They giggled. Diamond Tiara snorted. "It's not like you'd even know what it's like anyway." Apple Bloom tried to think of a response, but the glances from Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle dissuaded her. "Anyway, let's try the other end then." She removed the cock from the fleshlight, and turned the thing around. It slipped so easily back on that for a moment it looked like her dick was barely touching it. There were audible giggles from the spectators, and even more audibly from the other end of the table. "It's a bit... loose," Cheerilee said carefully. "Not too bad, but not nearly as pleasurable as the other side." Scootaloo snickered as Cheerilee moved on to Twist. "Hot dog down a hallway, I guess," she giggled under her breath. Diamond Tiara grimaced, but kept silent. "And now we come to our last contestant, Twist!" "You're going to love thith!" Twist lisped. "Ith a bit of a thpecialty item, though." "A specialty item, huh?" Cheerilee asked. Twist's fleshlight looked rather normal, aside from the fact that it was painted like a candy cane. "What makes it so special?" "The inthide is made of candy!" Twist said. "Ith edible!" "Oh, that does sound interesting." "Be careful when you put your penith in it, though," Twist warned. "Ith a bit thticky." She winked. "And thereth a thpethial ekthra feature too! "Ah, yes..." The fleshlight squished as Cheerilee made use of its hole. "So, this special feature you were talking about?" "Thatth a thurprithe! Clothes your eyeth! And hold thtill!" "If you say so." Cheerilee put her hands over her eyes. "Now what." "Well, ath you could thee before you covered your eyeth, thereth a little hole on the end of the flethlight for eathy cleaning." "Yes, but all of them have that." "But I changed thomething on mine! My flethlight hath thpethial attathmentth!" She held up what looked like the little cap that would close up the hole at the end of the fleshlight. But this one was different. It seemed to be impaled with a candy cane. The crowed murmurmed, some in fear, some in interest. "Tho you jutht put it in the hole like thith..." Holding the curved piece of the confection like a handle, she moved to put the cap back into the fleshlight. Apple Bloom couldn't help but bite her lip. There were a good few inches of candy cane sticking through the cap. She could only imagine where that would go. "I'm gonna put the cap back in now!" Twist announced. "Hold thtill, Mith Cheerilee!" She grinned widely, and stuck the cap back into its place. Cheerilee's eyes were hidden, but everyone could tell that they were bugging out of her face "Oh my..." Cheerilee gasped quietly. "Jutht a thec. Let me thcrew it in!" Twist began to twirl the candy cane, screwing the cap into place. "If you like thounding, thith is the flethlight for you! Thee?" She pushed the cane a bit further into the fleshlight, and by extension, further into Cheerilee's urethra. Cheerilee's knees trembled. "Th-thank you for that demonstration, Twist," Cheerilee mumbled as she stepped back, out of Twist's reach. "That was... quite..." She tried to remove the fleshlight from her cock, but it seemed to be stuck. She gave it a tug, but it refused to release her dick from its grasp. "Thorry about that. It can get a bit thticky," Twist said. "It'll come off eventually when the candy ditholveth. And don't worry. I have plenty of duplicateth for everyone!" "Alright, then," Cheerilee turned back to the crowd, Twist's sugary thing still sticking off of her erect penis. "There you have it! Now that our contestants have presented their projects, now you have a chance to try them out for yourselves! Once you've sampled them all, fill out a ranking sheet and drop it into the box on the table. Voting will close in an hour, and then we'll tally the votes and announce the winner! Best of luck to everyone!" The crowd cheered. Apple Bloom gave a sideways glance down the table at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. "May the best fleshlight win!" she said. She didn't want to say it, but Applejack had always told her to be polite, even to assholes. Diamond Tiara just glared back. "Oh, I will." Author's Note Let me guess, you want to know who won? Guess what? You guys get to pick the winner! Just Click Here and pick the girl that made the best fleshlight. The answer will be revealed in a later chapter.
Ring TossFluttershy wandered rather aimlessly through the festival. It happened every year; she was never quite sure how to feel when things first got started. Pretty much everybody agreed that dick size was hardly important most of the time, but she couldn't help but feel like people were staring at hers. Or rather, that they were trying to stare at it, but couldn't find it. At the best of times, her cock maybe the side of her thumb, and she didn't have big thumbs. It didn't help that it was every bit as she as she was, and seemed to want to make like Tank's head and retract at the sign of any danger. Such as somebody happening to look in its general direction. The breeze wasn't helping either, even though it wasn't that cool. Sure, before long, she would get used to having her dick hanging out (or sticking out, rather; it wasn't quite long enough to hang), but for the moment it was still awkward. At least she had the consolation of her ginormous breasts to draw attention away from her crotch. She sighed. What she needed now was something to occupy her mind. "Ring toss! Try your luck at the ring toss! Only three bits! Win a prize that totally costs more than three bits, thus making the game actually worthwhile!" Fluttershy's ear twitched. She recognized the voice. A ring toss was as good as anything. "Hello, Lyra," she said. "Helloooooo Fluttershy!" Lyra said, as usual with too much enthusiasm. Even her cock was enthusiastic, standing completely erect. It wasn't all that much bigger than Fluttershy's, though the boner made it hard to really judge. "Want to toss some salad-I mean rings!?" "Sure, I guess," Fluttershy said softly. "So they've got you running the ring toss this year?" "Yup!" Lyra said. "After that debacle with Dunk Tank last year, we figured that this would be better. And I've even got Bon Bon helping me!" She needed to the back of the stall, where Bon Bon sat on a stool. As usual, she was frowning. She was a good deal chunkier than Lyra (the natural result of owning a chocolate shop and lacking Lyra's metabolism), and that definitely included her dick. Even though it was flaccid, it was just as big as Lyra's. A wide foreskin dangled around the edges of her cock's head. She snorted. "You realize I have to leave to get to work on my submission to the candy contest, right?" she grumbled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You could at least pretend to enjoy this!" Lyra said. Then she turned back to Fluttershy. "Don't mind her. I accidentally smacked her in the balls while we were setting up the booth, so she's kind of in a bad mood." "Oh, I see." "But anyway, it's time for you test your aim!" Lyra grinned. "Get rings on a dick, get prizes! Do you want to do easy mode or hard mode?" "Hard mode? What's that?" "That's me!" Lyra put her hands on her hips, which she thrust forward. "As you can see, I don't exactly have an exceptionally large dick. So if you manage to get a ring on my meatstick, you get an even better prize!" "Oh, and easy mode?" "That would be Bon Bon. Or at least it would be if she had some wood going." Lyra looked back over her shoulder. "Come on, Bon Bon! Get it up. If you're going to catch rings on your hardon, you have to actually have one!" "Ugh, fine." Bon Bon put down the book she had been reading and began to reluctantly stroke the shaft of her penis with one hand and fondle her balls with the other. "So, you want to do easy or hard mode?" Lyra asked. "Though if you want easy mode it might be a minute or two." "Um, that's okay." Fluttershy twirled the edge of her hair in her fingers. "I'll just do hard mode, I guess." "An excellent choice!" Lyra said. She took a few steps back and stood against the back of the stall. "You've got three throws. The more rings you get on, the better prize you get!" She put her hands on her hips. "Alright, throw! Not too hard, though. I have to last for like two more hours and I'd rather not sprain something." "Okay, here goes!" Fluttershy took one of the plastic ring and took a shot. It was a bit too hard, but it bounced off Lyra's stomach and hooked onto her cock as it fell. "That's one!" Lyra said. "Two more and you win our best prize!" Fluttershy focused, and threw again. This one landed perfectly. "That's two for two! Just one more!" Fluttershy made her final toss. She held her breath as she watched it fall. It'll miss, she thought. I didn't throw it far enough. She closed her eyes. "Well, that was quite a throw," she heard Lyra say. She opened her eyes, and saw that the ring was balancing right on the tip of of Lyra's penis. It hadn't dropped to the floor, but it wasn't around her cock either. "Uh, does that count?" Fluttershy asked. "Hmmm," Lyra stared down at the ring. "You know what, let's see!" She twitched her cock once, just enough to the ring swinging. Fluttershy bit her lip as she watched it dangle. Then it slipped free, and slid down Lyra's cock. "You're a winner!" Lyra jumped up and down, making the rings jingle. "Pick your prize!" She reached under the counter and brought out a box. "You can pick from our finest assortment of cock rings!" "Cock rings?" "You know, rings that go on your cock!" Lyra held out the case. "The other prizes are all plastic, but these are actually metal. Take any one you want." "Uh... I guess I'll take this one." She picked up a small, silver ring with a butterfly etched in the metal. "I think it's the only one that will actually stay on if I try to wear it." "Huh?" Lyra's eyes darted to Fluttershy's cock. "Oh. Well, I think it'll stay on. If not, just get some sticky tack or something. Or just wear it on your finger. It's not like anyone could tell the difference." "Let's see..." Fluttershy took the ring in one hand and her penis in the other, and gingerly slipped the jewelry onto herself. Even though the wide part of the ring wasn't particularly large, it covered quite a bit. "Well, it looks like it's staying." "Yup. If it starts to slip, just start thinking sexy thoughts," Lyra suggested with a sly grin. "A semi-chub should keep it on." She continued to stare at Fluttershy diminutive dick. "You know, if you want, you could help us out with the ring toss. You could be like, Super Hard Mode or something." "Lyra, please!" Bon Bon snapped. Her cock was mostly erect now, and the particular way the foreskin was arranged made it seem a bit angry. "She's clearly sensitive about her dick size. There is no reason to call attention to it!" Lyra sniffed. "Come on! There are plenty of upsides to having a small dick." "Like what?" Fluttershy asked. "Well, it's way more comfortable to wear panties, for one thing. And it's a lot less likely that somebody will accidentally hit you in the crotch with a ball or something." Fluttershy nodded. "I suppose." "There are other benefits, too. Like, I bet that your dick is small enough that Bon Bon would actually let you do her in the ass with it. Apparently I'm too big." "Lyra!" Bon Bon fumed, glaring penis-shaped daggers at her. "What? I'm not even that well endowed!" Lyra grumbled. "I take your dick up my ass all the time." Bon Bon's head flushed so red she looked like a tomato. She buried her head back in her book. "Seriously," Lyra said. "Sometimes I swear that the only reason she won't let me put cock in her ass because she's already got a big old stick shoved up there. Oh well, she'll come around eventually. Enjoy the cock ring!" Fluttershy nodded. Even though it just meant that even more people would just be staring at her dick. "Of course! I'll make sure I stop by Bon Bon's candy stand once it opens." "Great!" Lyra said. "I'm sure she'll appreciate the business." Fluttershy smiled, nodded, and wandered back into the festival, wearing her cock ring with pride.
The Great and Powerful Dicksie!"Twilight, why are we even watching this?" Rarity asked. They sat at a table in front of a small stage in the town square, where a number of spectators had gathered around the small cart. "You know as well as I do that Trixie's performances are usually a farce." "AND NOW, THE GRRREAT AND POWERFUL TRRRIXIE WILL SHATTER A CEMENT BLOCK USING ONLY HER BALLS!" Rarity and Twilight watched as Trixie smacked her scrotum against a cinderblock that was almost certainly rigged to crumble at the slightest touch, which it did, to mild applause. "See? That was awful!" Rarity said. "I know that it's free, but in this case we are really getting what we paid for." "Just wait for it, Rarity," Twilight said. "It happens every year. Trixie will get overambitious with one of her routines and end up injuring herself in an amusing fashion." "I know that," Rarity said with a sniff. "But I am not sure whether it is at all worth sitting through this." "The Grrreat and Powerful Trrrixie will now balance a bowling ball on her cock!" She put a totally-not-inflatable-guys-i'm-serious bowling ball on the tip of her cock and removed her hands, to ooh's and aah's from the young and gullible in the audience. "See?" Rarity said. "Come on, don't you remember last year when she set her pubes on fire?" Twilight asked. "We were laughing our heads off!" "That reminds me..." Rarity reached into her purse and withdrew a small comb and some hairspray and began to re-style her crotch hair. "Oh, come on! It's only been like an hour!" Twilight groused. "Can't that wait for a bit?" "I'm sorry, but the humidity is really wreaking havoc on it. I could not possibly be seen with my pubic hair so unruly. Not when I have a fashion show to host! Photo Finish is coming all the way from Canterlot to see it!" Twilight shook her head. "Suit yourself." She turned her attention back to the show. "Oh, there's no way that this is going to end well." "The Grrreat and Powerful Trixie will now shoot a bottle rocket out of her penis, and hit this target!" Rarity looked up. "Now this I must see." The music was, naturally, overdramatic, as Trixie gingerly inserted the stick of the bottle rocket into her urethra, just far enough in to keep it from falling. Then she turned to face a paper target hanging on a stand at the other end of the stage. She made an enormous show of aiming, squatting down slightly and poking and prodding her erection so it was pointed in precisely the right direction. With a flourish, she produced a match and lit the fuse. "This is gonna be good," Twilight said. The gathered crowed watched intently as the fuse burned down. As it reached the rocket, the flame vanished. There was a moment of silence, and then the rocket blasted forward, nailing the target square in the center. Trixie thrust her fist in the air, and then thrust her hips towards the audience. "The Great and Powerful Trixie has- AHHH!" The rocket, which had continued to fly after bursting through the target, had zigzagged through the air for a few moments before shooting straight at Trixie's face. "The Great and Powerful Trixie requires an ice pack!" Twilight and Rarity giggled as Trixie stumbled off the stage, searching for a steak to put over her eye. "That was quite amusing," Rarity said, "Though I had expected something a bit more over the top." "Oh, I'm sure she'll be back," Twilight said with a wink. "This was just the opening act." Author's Note And she will be back.
CumcakesPinkie thrust her hips passionately, yet gently, ensuring that the pounding of her rather chubby meatstick didn't completely obliterate the large cupcake that she was grinding against. Her thick thighs were scattered with crumbs. Beads of sticky, sugary sweat dripped down her chest, flowing between her jiggling breasts and over her belly. Her gasps grew more and more rapid as she furiously humped the baked good. Then a shiver shook her whole body, her generous bottom wobbling as she poured her sweet cream filling into the cupcake. "Enjoying yourself?" Rainbow Dash asked. She had watched the whole scene with quite some interest. She had been quite tempted to sneak up behind Pinkie for some surprise buttsex, but that would risk Pinkie sitting on her, and unless her aim was perfect, that would be quite painful. She contented herself toying with her dick as she watched Pinkie attempt to impregnate the latest in the line of baked goods that sat on the table. "I could help you with that, you know." Dash patted her enormous nutsack. "I gotta win that penguin later, but I got some cum to spare." "No can do, Dashie!" Pinkie carefully slid her dick out of the cupcake, making sure not to let any of the cum drip out. "The rules of the Cumcake Contest state that each contestant has to provide their own semen! Besides, taste and texture are more important than quantity anyway. No offense, but your spooge is waaaay too salty!" "Salty? It's not that salty!" "Oh come on, Dash! Your cum is so briney we could make pickles with it!" She giggled. "We should try that sometime." Dash just snorted. "But seriously," Pinkie continued, "I've been carefully watching my diet to maximize the sweetness of my cum! Mrs. Cake has won the Cumcake Contest for the past five years, and I've never been able to beat her! This year, that changes!" Rainbow Dash snorted. "Good luck with that." "I don't need luck," Pinkie grumbled. "I even put some cum in the frosting, just to make sure it was extra tasty!" "Tasty, huh? I'll be the judge of that!" Dash reached for a cupcake, but Pinkie cock-slapped her hand away. "Stop that! I have to have a whole dozen cupcakes, and if I have to fill any more how I'm going to chafe! And you know what it feels like to have a chafing dick! If you want one that badly, I'll make you some later!" Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll remember that." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Pinkie used her bulk to shove Rainbow Dash out of the way as she picked up her tray and headed out the door. "I have a contest to get to and a MILF to defeat! You had better vote for me!" Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes again. "We'll see." Rainbow Dash scratched her balls lazily as she half-listened to the Mayor introduce the contest. As always, the contestants were a bit sparse. Everyone knew that Mrs. Cake and Pinkie Pie were the only real contenders, and everybody else tended to either not attempt to beat them, or to treat the whole thing as a joke. "...As always, our first competitor is Mrs. Cake!" A cheer rose from the crowd at the mention of her name. There was a reason that she won every year. "Do you have anything to say to the crowd?" "Only that I'm happy to be here! I put just as much love into this year's batch as I always do!" She rocked back and forth on her heels. Her chest was still surprisingly perky, and the babyweight that still stuck to her did little to diminish her figure. If anything, it accentuated her hips a bit. "As always, I've made my famous Chocolate Cumcakes. I know it's nothing fancy, but sometimes simplicity is best." "It's certainly been best for the past five years!" the mayor said as she moved down the line to Pinkie. "Our second entrant is none other than Pinkie Pie! What do you have to say?" "This year, I'm finally going to beat her!" Pinkie said. It was the same thing she said every year. "I made a strawberry cupcake with cum filling, strawberry-cum frosting and lots and lots of sprinkles! And it's AWESOME so vote for it!" "Okay then." The Mayor took a nervous step back. "And surprisingly enough, we actually have a third contestant this year! Normally, nobody bothers. Our underdog competitor, Twist!" "Thank you!" Twist said. "I realithe I'm probably going to loothe, but I figured I might ath well try. I made peppermint cupcaketh, with my themen incorporated into the minth themthelveth! Thure, they'll probably beat me, but at leatht I tried!" "And there you have it!" The mayor said. "Since we only have a limited number of cupcakes, we're going to randomly select our judging panel from the crowd. If you're interested in judging, come to the table to pick up a ticket!" Five minutes later, Rainbow Dash found herself sitting at a table with the other judges, three cupcakes sitting on the table in front of her. She hadn't even wanted to be a judge. She had just grabbed a ticket so she could tell Pinkie that she tried. How she'd have to actually pick one. She sighed, and took a bite of Twist's submission. As expected, it was peppermint flavored, a bit too much so. Dash scribbled that in the "notes" section of her voting sheet. Good, but one needed to like peppermint. She shrugged and moved on. Pinkie's cupcake was next. Rainbow Dash took a deep breath and a big bite. Pinkie being Pinkie, the cake itself was excellent, as was the frosting. Then there was the cream filling, which contained no actual cream. Pinkie's spooge had soaked into the cake like a syrup. It was cloyingly sweet; Rainbow Dash could practically feel her teeth rotting in her mouth. How the hell Pinkie had managed to get her cum to be so sugary was a mystery. The only thing that made any sense at all was that Pinkie had somehow pumped her balls full of sugar. Though now that she thought about it, Pinkie would do that. She finished off Pinkie's cupcake and took a drink. She had heard that Mrs. Cake's cupcakes couldn't possibly be defeated. Well, now she'd find out for herself. She took a bite. It was delicious. Soft and moist, with a fluffy, creamy filling. A perfect mix of sweetness and tartness, with a hint of bitter chocolate. And of course, the unmistakable taste of cum. It was almost a tragedy that she only had a single cupcake. She'd have to go see Mrs. Cake when this was all over. Would Mr. Cake mind if Dash gave his wife a blowjob? If she paid him, would it make him like a reverse pimp or something? "Would all the judges finish filling out their voting sheets!" The mayor's voice snapped Rainbow Dash out of her momentary fantasy. She stared down at the sheet. Who do I vote for? Pinkie's was good, even if it probably gave me diabetes. And Mrs. Cake's was pretty much perfect. And Twist's wasn't bad either. She shook her head and scribbled her vote down on the paper and headed up to the table. Author's Note Click here to vote for who you think Rainbow Dash should support.
The Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition (The Results)"You might as well withdraw right now. You still have time before they announce the winner." Diamond Tiara said snidely. "At least that would spare you from having to lose." "Well, I ain't gonna lose," Apple Bloom said, glaring. "I got this one in the bag and you know it. You just want to trick me into givin' up, and it ain't gonna work." "What makes you so sure about that?" "'Cause I wasn't stupid enough to model my entry after your pussy." Apple Bloom scratched her balls. "I'd rather stick my cock in a knothole full of woodpeckers and than in there." Diamond Tiara snorted. "Sour grapes. You're just made that you didn't think of it first. Then again, it wouldn't help you anyway. I sure as hell wouldn't let you model your entry off my vagina, and I'm sure we all know that if we both do that it's obvious who they would choose." She elbowed Apple Bloom in the ribs. "It wouldn't be you." "Oh yeah, real funny. You're goin' on about sour grapes even though you're the one who tried to get in my pants." She reached down and flicked the tip of Diamond Tiara's cock with her fingers. "Somehow I doubt I'm missin' out on much." Diamond Tiara's face turned bright red. "I told you, that was a joke! And I doubt I'm missin' out on much either. I just figured that I'd be nice for once and give you a good time." Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. "Right, cause my idea of a good time is gettin' fucked by you. Maybe if it was the other way around." "Well, there's no way I'm letting you get on top! If you want my pussy that bad, you can borrow my fleshlight. Might have to wait a while though; it's gonna be in high demand." "Only 'cause you're gonna be using it yourself." "Fine, then." Diamond Tiara grinned evilly. "Why don't you put your pussy where your mouth is?" Apple Bloom scratched her head. "I ain't that flexible." "Not literally! I'm saying that if you're so confident that that enormous monstrosity of yours is going to do so well, why don't we raise the stakes?" She winked lasciviously. "Winner fucks the loser." "You know what?" Apple Bloom narrowed her eyes. "I'll take that bet." "What bet?" Scootaloo materialized out of the crowd. "Diamond Tiara thinks she's gonna beat me," Apple Bloom said with a laugh. "When I beat her in this contest, I get to bang her." "I'm quite sure it'll be the other way around." Silver Spoon appeared next to Diamond Tiara and put a hand on her shoulder. "Not that Apple Bloom won't enjoy getting skewered on Diamond Tiara's cock, of course." "Bullshit," Scootaloo said. "Whatever," Apple Bloom said. "We got some witnesses now, so why don't we make this official. I don't want her tryin' to weasel her way outta it when I kick her ass in this contest." "Fine." Diamond Tiara said. They both reached down and gave each others' cocks a squeeze and a shake. "What the heck are you two doin'?" Sweetie Belle asked as she approached the group. "We just made a bet on the contest," Apple Bloom said. "Yeah, and I'm going to have a great time bending Apple Bloom over when I win!" Diamond Tiara said. "I think I'm already starting to get hard." "I should've known," Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I got the cumsicles. Last ones, too." She handed out the dick-shaped frozen treats. "Sweetcream Scoops says it might be another hour before she's cum enough to make another batch." "Awesome!" Scootaloo grabbed one and began to suck. "I love these." "Come on," Sweetie Belle tugged on Apple Bloom's arm. "Miss Cheerilee is gonna announce the winners soon. We gotta get to the stage." "Yeah, we're finally going to hear who wins," Diamond Tiara said. "Not that it isn't already obvious." "I'm not even gonna bother tauntin' you anymore," Apple Bloom said with a shrug. "I'm gonna let my fleshlight speak for itself. Let's get goin'." Cheerilee cleared her throat into the microphone as she waited for everyone to gather. The contestants stood behind her, waiting for the results to be announced. The prizes sat on a table beside her. "Attention everyone!" she said. "We will now announce the winner of the Build Your Own Fleshlight Competition!" The audience cheered. Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara glared at each other. "In third place..." Cheerilee paused for emphasis, "...Twist!" The audience cheered as Twist came forward to claim her prize, a voucher for five free ring toss games. "Nervous yet?" Diamond Tiara whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "'Course not." Apple Bloom answered. "You?" "As if." "In second place..." Cheerilee waited for the cheers to die down. "Scootaloo!" "Aw yeah!" Scootaloo pumped her fists in the air. "I knew that everybody would like the cloud lining!" "Congratulations," Cheerilee said. "You've won this gift certificate to the Sweet Apple Acres Cider Stand!" Diamond Tiara snorted. "How sad. You didn't even make it into the top three!" "You still think you're gonna win, huh?" Apple Bloom said with a scowl. "Of course. As a matter of fact, I'll double up on our bet!" She grinned evilly. "The winner gets to fuck the loser... on stage in front of a live audience!" Apple Bloom narrowed her eyes. "You're on." "And in first place, our winner, is..." She held up the envelope and made a huge show of opening it. "Apple Bloom!" "What?!" Diamond Tiara's face went white as a sheet. "Awesome!" Apple Bloom paused just long enough for her friends to give her a pat on the back before she headed up to receive her prize. "Congratulations, Apple Bloom!" Cheerilee said. "You are this year's champion! You've won a year's supply of lube, courtesy of the Paradigm of Pleasure on Stirrup Alley." "Oh, that's not all I've won." She looked back over her shoulder at Diamond Tiara, and waggled her eyebrows. Then she turned back to to audience. "Thank you, everybody! You just this festival that much more awesome!" Author's Note Yeah, Apple Bloom had a pretty commanding lead.
