Dash and Spike Explore Their Dirtiest Fantasies
Dash and Spike Explore Their Dirtiest Fantasies
Rainbow Dash fluttered open her eyes, blinded by the sudden daylight. She let out a grunt and turned over to her side, and began to drift back off to dreamland, but only for a moment; her wings sprung open and a grin appeared on her face. Today was the day.
“Spike! Get up!” She yelled, while willing her erect wings down. They really were quite a nuisance.
“Huh?” Spike groaned, only opening one eye just to see what his girlfriend was doing. He saw her dark moderate cerise eyes staring right at him, big and round, just like her firm ass.
“Dashie, what’re you doing up so early?…” he asked as he rubbed his eyes, just like he rubs Dash’s soaking wet pussy when they get it on.
“How did you forget? Today’s the day we go to the sex shop!”
Spike’s spikes shot up, just like his nicely sized dragon cock, remembering.
The back room of Quills and Sofas is a secret, cleverly hidden sex shop. But not like any regular, ordinary sex shop; this shop in particular was commonly known in the pony bdsm community as the best sex shop around; it was rumoured to have an expansive selection of toys, as well as things you wouldn’t even expect to be used in a sexual manner. And this majorly kinky couple just happened to be going to said place today, together, to fulfil their darkest fantasies.
“We’ve got to get going, it’s almost 10 am!” Spike said after a momentary glance at the alarm clock next to his bed stand.
“That’s what I’ve been telling you! We’ve got to get there early; you know they don’t accept people into the back room after 10:30.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know that. What’re we waiting for? We better get going!”
They hurriedly packed their things (money, a fake ID, and their keys) and rushed out the door.
The pair arrived outside of a large building just five minutes before it was due to close. The pair entered the shop.
Dash flashed her ID to the clerk, which he luckily didn’t question her for, and then led Spike to the back of the store to a large oak door with the words “Employees Only” engraved into the wood. Pushing it open revealed a large selection of sex toys fitted for all types of kinks neatly aligned on shelves scattered throughout the room. The rainbow-haired mare picked out a basket and proceeded to one of the shelves.
Once she was satisfied with what she saw, Rainbow Dash grinned and picked out the first few toys: a gag, a whip, and a pair of hoof cuffs; all of which were for Spike. Then, she walked over to the opposite end of the room and selected a package of cock rings.
“Are we really doing this, Rainbow?” Spike asked, feeling the adrenaline in his bones and the blood rush to his half hard dick as he eyes the cock ring. Wouldn’t that hurt? yes
“Don’t question me, I know how to make you feel good, Spike.”
“You know best...”
Dash clopped over to a shelf labeled intoxication which caught her eye, and examined the merchandise.
This shelf was filled with vitamins, pills, powders: everything you can think of; all of which were meant to be used to make sex better. She found a jar of Viagra, which she then discarded; Spike had no issue keeping hard, which she was quite fond of. She then picked up something that she’d always wanted to try out; insta-tentacles. How they work? You drop some in water, and within five minutes to an hour later a dildo with tentacle-like features sprouted from an egg. It was designed for punishment, so the tentacles had spikes (haha) on them which were meant to inflict pain upon the receiver.
Rainbow Dash squealed in excitement and arousal; the thought of Spike’s panting, fucked out figure laying on her bed, his asshole gaping open and dripping blood and cum sent pulses of arousal to her already wet pussy.
“What’re you looking at now?” Spike looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened when he saw the tentacles. Those? Up his ass? And if Dash was doing it the way she usually did things, with no lubricant or stretching?
“We’re doing this. Oh god, we’re SO doing this,” Rainbow squealed with excitement.
Spike sighed, accepting his fate. “I suppose,” he said, and he could already feel his asshole hurting.
Rainbow tossed the “Grow-Your-Own Tentacles” kit into the basket and continued down the aisle. She also grabbed several varieties of pills.
“What in the name of Celestia is a temporary death pill?”
“Just a little something just in case.”
“Dash… you can’t be serious…”
“Don’t you trust me, Spike?” Rainbow retorted back in a harsh, dominant tone, just enough to make Spike shut up.
They then picked up some of the usual, slightly less kinky merchandise; a couple different sized vibrators, a 16 inch dildo (which was nothing compared to what Spike had had up his ass before), some bondage tape and rope, and some nice, tight, and intimidating, dominatrix clothes for Dash.
As they were heading to the check out they passed by an aisle that wasn’t particularly interesting, but one small bottle caught Spike’s eye..
“Dash, can we get lube this time?” Spike said rhetorically, already clutching several bottles in his hands.
“Fine,” Rainbow sighed, walking back to the aisle. “But just this once.” In the matter of seconds it took to walk there Spike had already picked up several bottles and proceeded to sample them.
“This one rubs on pretty nice,” applying it to his cock in the middle of the aisle.
“Fucking hell Spike, just hand me the lube.” Spike tossed her the bottle and she placed in the basket. He picked up another bottle, and she glanced at the price tag.
“Lube is such a waste of bits! ...and we only need one bottle.” Rainbow said sternly.
Spike sighed and placed it back on the shelf.
At last, they were finally ready to check out.
The cashier scanned all of the items, not showing any emotion whatsoever.
“124 bits,” he said. Dash slid the bits over and grabbed the bags.
After the two exited the store, Spike led Rainbow to where his usual crack dealer was to get the hook up.
“Oh, hey Pinkie,” Rainbow Dash said.
“How much for a gram?” asked Spike.
“75 bits,” responded the dealer.
Spike handed over the money and they were on their merry way back to Dash’s house.
THE SEX COMMENCES
When they arrived home, the first thing Dash did was put on her new dominatrix outfit; a black leather suit which had an opening for her pussy and lots of intricate designs on the hooves and neck. It also had a mask for disguise. Spike was breathless at the aesthetic of the outfit and couldn’t wait to get started.
“You ready, Spikey?” Dash said with a sexy glance, running her hooves along her wet pussy.
“Y-yes, mistress.”
Dash then took his erect dragon cock into her mouth, sucking and licking the tip just to rile him up. With all the anticipation and build up of shopping for the toys, Spike felt like he was going to cum as soon as her horse tongue licked along his dragon cock’s shaft, but he held back; cumming too early would result in a punishment, but then again, that’s what Dash wanted; for him to mess up, so she could use her new toys on him, because she was one hell of a sadist, and Spike would never admit it, but he considered himself to be a masochist.
“So, Spikey Slut, what would you like me to start with?” Dash asked, not expecting an answer; Spike knew not to speak when his master was in control.
“Oh? What’s that? You want to be tied up and gagged? Sure can do!”
Dash reached for the bondage tape and quickly tied Spike to the bed, with his ass in the air; a generally uncomfortable position to be in. She put the gag in his mouth and, to make sure it worked, harshly slapped his exposed ass, and grinned evilly, pleased with herself, when his scream was muffled, thanks to the gag.
She turned around, temporarily took the gag off, and placed her wet pussy right on Spike’s mouth, giving him no choice but to lick. He could barely breathe with her large pussy covering his nose and mouth, but his protests and screams went unnoticed by Dash.
“Dinner’s ready,” Dash said, knowing very well that Spike couldn’t breathe while her pussy was shoved in his face.
She lifts her hips up, just enough for him to take a deep breath, and then yells “Lick faster!”
Rainbow lets out a moan as Spike begins to lick her hole faster, trying his hardest to grab ahold of her clit with his dragon lips to suck on it.
“Oh! That’s it, Spikey Slut! Do it for Mommy!”
Dash then decided to give her Spikey a little bit of a surprise, suddenly releasing the piss she had been holding since morning into his helpless mouth. He gagged and sputtered on her piss, trying his best to escape, but to no avail. She shoved her urethra into his mouth, giving him no choice but to swallow and gag on her pee.
When the flow started to die out and Spike had swallowed the majority of her juices, she felt herself become extremely sexually frustrated.
“Lick, you slut! I never told you to stop licking just because I pissed in your mouth!”
Spike then resumed his job, this time faster, determined to bring Dash over the edge so he wouldn’t pass out from lack of breath. But she wouldn’t let that happen to him, right? When Spike was just about to pass out, she lifted up, allowing another gasp of breath, before she sat back on his mouth. Eventually, she came, and Spike let out a sign of relief when she lifted herself off of his face.
“Oh, you think you’re tired now, do you? We’re just getting started.”
She reached into the bag of sex toys and pulled out a large vibrator and shoved it inside his asshole with no lube. She then picked up a box from the sack and left the room, leaving him helplessly aroused and tied up.
In the kitchen, while Spike was struggling to not cum, she was preparing the tentacle mixture; which, if the advertising was correct, only took about five minutes to be ready. Just enough time for the vibrator (on the lowest setting) to drive Spike crazy.
When she walked into the room with the large, spiked tentacle in hand, Spike choked out one word:
“Lube.”
Dash didn’t listen.
“But Dash… Dash, you promised! Mommy, please!”
“Why did I ever think it was a good idea to take that damn gag off?” Dash said, placing the gag back over Spike’s mouth, paying no attention to his panicking eyes and quivering lips.
Dash, with no further warning, shoved the tentacle up Spike’s asshole, and he screamed in agony so loudly that even the gag couldn’t muffle his cries. Hot tears began to run down his face.
“Phhhh!” Spike shouted, squirming so hard he almost broke the tape binding him to the bed.
“You can beg and scream all you want, it just makes my pussy throb more.” She said, as she rubbed on her erect clitoris.
“Back to business.” She said, ripping the tentacles out of his asshole, and shoving it back to punish him for complaining. He let out another scream, but eventually his voice became strained from yelling and it hurt too much to do so.
After Spike had orgasmed, cum spraying all over the sheets, Rainbow slapped his ass, hard, just for the hell of it.
“Ready to die, Spikey?”
Spike’s eyes widened, and his eyes filled with fresh tears.
“Nnnnnnh!” He screams, flailing his arms around, trying to escape the ties; this wasn’t fun anymore.
“Oh, don’t worry Spikey, I’m just going to use those temporary death pills… They’ll give you a short scare, convince your brain you’re dead for a few minutes, and in those minutes I can fuck your “dead” corpse! Sound like fun?”
Spike decided that, if it was only for a few minutes, it would be okay, but when Dash picked up the box of pills and read the label.
“More than one pill may result in death.” She read Aloud.
“My Spike can definetly handle more than one.”
he felt the fear sink back into his bones.
Dash took the gag off of Spike so she could force the pills down his throat, and before she did, Spike quickly yelled, “Dash, be reasonable! These pills are dangerous!”
“You’ve taken worse, Spike,” Dash scoffed, “and five minutes isn’t enough time for me to cum, using your lifeless body to get myself off. Okay? Okay.”
Without another word, she shoved the pills into his mouth and forced him to swallow. Within a few minutes the pills took their effect, and even though his heart still beat, his body was completely unconscious.
Dash stretched open the folds of her still-sensitive pussy and sunk down onto Spike’s lifeless cock, amazed at the length despite it being dead and flaccid.
She rode the cock until she was cumming all over it, and once her pussy has stopped pulsing, she bent down to feel Spike’s heartbeat, surprised to see it had stopped. Maybe that was part of what the pills were supposed to do?
She checked the clock, seeing that Spike had been “dead” for more than twenty minutes. “That’s not right!” Dash thought, “I’ll give him another 5 and see if he wakes up”
When it was ten minutes later, and Spike was still unconscious, Dash began to worry. She felt his pulse and his nonexistent heartbeat multiple times.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” She began to panic.
She dialed 911, nearly sobbing; she couldn’t have killed him! She couldn’t have!
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“He’s not breathing!” Dash broke out sobbing into the phone, but then had a moment of realization, and hung up.
“If I call the police, I’ll end up in jail for sure…”
“The body. Get rid of the body, Dash.” She said to herself, then untied Spike’s dead corpse, and buried him under the clouds of her porch, shoving her guilt to the back of her head. She grabbed all of the toys and put them in her drawer, and locked it.
Hours later, Spike’s eyes fluttered open and he felt startled as he discovered he was unable to breathe and everything was dark. What was happening?
“Is this… cloud? Am I underground?”
He could feel himself slipping out of consciousness as what little of an air supply remained in the tight hole disapearred. He didn’t have enough energy to call out for help, instead just closed his eyes and let himself fade away, convinced it was all a bad, bad dream.
And then he woke up.
“Spike! Get up!” She yelled, while willing her erect wings down. They really were quite a nuisance.
“Huh?” Spike groaned, only opening one eye just to see what his girlfriend was doing. He saw her dark moderate cerise eyes staring right at him, big and round, just like her firm ass.
“Dashie, what’re you doing up so early?…” he asked as he rubbed his eyes, just like he rubs Dash’s soaking wet pussy when they get it on.
“How did you forget? Today’s the day we go to the sex shop!”
The End
