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.