Prepping 101: Bathroom Blitz
Author's Note
This chapter contains: Female Oral, Face-sitting, Big Tits/Small Tits Love, Handjob, Dry-Humping, Sex Talk.
Getting back into the saddle, folks.
Prepping 101: Bathroom Blitz
“Holy shit, Fluttershy. Did you know that anal doesn’t count? I mean, c’mon!”
Fluttershy willed herself to blink, to breathe. Green careless eyes trying to land on something wasn’t shaking or jiggling or wiggling in her face. Rainbow Dash, her best friend and now the latest in unwanted bedroom spank material, was arched over the bathroom’s counter. Her bottom half bare and glistening as lube and body oil dribbled down in shiny clear rivulets.
Dash’s healthy cyan-blue skin gleamed under the ceiling light, looking strange in such a small narrow space.
Her friend’s wet mess oozed down to make a shallow puddle on the bathroom’s white tiles. Fluttershy’s missing brown mat moved a few inches to the right. Placed out of harm’s way of the splatter that could be traced to the two sticky bottles of lube on the counter. And the large bottle of body oil on the toilet’s top. Dash’s track bag, rainbow-striped and well-loved, sat on the toilet seat. Zipped open and full of glass and silicone things that almost looked like… sex toys.
“Dash.” Fluttershy’s voice cracked. “Das-”
Dash spreaded her legs, using the front of her feet to move her sticky ass at another angle. One hand held her ass-cheeks open as the other thumbed around her rim, massaging the tender flesh with more lube. An index finger stroked down to her hole and just sunk in, her firm hole giving way with no resistance other than an audible gush.
Fluttershy forced her eyes to the mirror. It was a mistake.
The look on Dash’s face. Her purple eyes fell halfway, cheeks growing bright and redder than Fluttershy had ever seen before. Dash’s neat teeth bit hard into the plush of her lip. Her shoulders knocking together as the sheer sensation of something entering her caused Dash’s body to tighten and flex. Almost like a puppet on strings. She moaned silently. The only sign of it the condensation building on the glass. Misty white censoring out the X-rated scene before Fluttershy’s eyes.
Fluttershy clapped her hands over her eyes. She’d forgot. She’d forgot! Never trust Rainbow Dash when she brought over her track bag. It wasn’t strange that Dash would spend the night. She liked to go bike-riding in the park near Fluttershy’s apartment. But Dash was the sort of athlete that would forget spare clothes, spare money and spare anything other than lugging around her sports gear.
And that was okay. Perfectly okay. Except when Dash was up to something. Her track bag the only way to haul her pervy goods over! First, it was the dirty magazines. Then it was the vibrators. And now it seemed she progressed to… whatever she was doing against Fluttershy’s sink.
White noise rushed into Fluttershy’s ears as almost all her blood tried to vacate to her southern regions.
“That’s ni-nice, Dash.” she mumbled out, squeaking. “But I think that it, kinda, sorta, itsy-bitsy had nothing to do with my answer to your question.” You know, when the world made sense. When Fluttershy was just a girl coming into the bathroom to check up on her friend. “Remember? You wanted to know if my shower head is detachable.”
And honestly, that was a question Dash didn’t even need to ask. She knew the answer.
Yes, it was detachable. It made the washing of Fluttershy’s long pink hair easier to manage. But Dash must have wanted to drag this out. Her shower head somehow the reason for why Dash’s taut tight ass was out on display. Fluttershy peeked through her fingers. Dash was still at it. Fingering herself in the ass. Two fingers squeezed in and slushing lube squeezed out.
“Huh?” Dash said. “I did ask that, didn’t I? Maybe you should come over here and jog my memory.”
Fluttershy whimpered. “You did. Could you, um, stop and have a conversation with me? I can’t concentrate with your fingers doing that.” They were oddly hypnotizing. Watching Dash’s long fingers slide into such pink and yielding flesh.
“I dunno, Shy.” Dash panted, adding another finger. “A bit busy here. You can't expect me to concentrate without having at least one orgasm.” she sing-songed. “Either you help a girl out or come back in a like a minute.”
Dash couldn’t be serious… could she? And god, why did Fluttershy want her to be?
“I wanna have a conversation.” Fluttershy sputtered, slipping off her bunny slippers and walking barefoot on the floor. “And it was your suggestion so don’t, or maybe you shoul-, no don’t blame me for helping.”
Things felt much more safer when Fluttershy was against the door, looking in like a peeping tom, which shouldn’t have been the case because this was her bathroom, but still, so much safer. Stepping up behind Rainbow Dash, her ass pushed out as far as it could go. Her slender and toned body even more appealing and irresistible this close. And then sitting down, Fluttershy sliding off her bathroom robe for her purple negligee to get some much needed air. God, Fluttershy was hot. So hot. Boiling in her skin.
With Dash’s fingers still thrusting inside, Fluttershy couldn’t hope to help in that way. But maybe…
Fluttershy positioned herself between Dash’s shaking legs and moved her hands to pull apart Dash’s swollen pussy lips. The female scent drifting out in waves. Wetness dripping onto Fluttershy’s nose.
“S-Shy.”
Dash’s hips jerked, cool air a tease to her wet pussy.
Fluttershy’s tongue crept out, mouth moving up until she met pinkness.
“S-Shy!”
Dash’s folds quivered as Fluttershy met them, sliding up and down in frustrating slowness. Teasing the terrible Dash who decided today was a good day to try anal in Fluttershy’s house. The taste of her best friend flooded Fluttershy’s mouth. Sweet and salty. Her tongue moved around, coaxing more female fluid out of Dash’s dripping hole. And then she met something growing hard, an eager stiff bud. Dash’s clit.
Fluttershy moved her lips over the clit, pressing lightly.
Dash’s hips buckled, the full weight of her friend’s firm ass coming to land. “Oh goodness.” she said, muffled by pussy flesh and slim cheeks slapping on her face. Dash’s toned thighs trembled around Fluttershy. Dash liked that. Liked feeling the exhale of Fluttershy’s words.
“Dash, this was such a bad idea.” Fluttershy purred, blowing more air up.
Her friend groaned, grinding further down. Lewd slickness running down the front of Fluttershy’s nightgown. “I let you talk me into everything.” she lipped around Dash’s clit before slithering down to her waiting hole. “Because I’m bad at...” It gushed, liquid love bathing her face in warm and wetness. Her tongue circled Dash’s entrance, the hole squeezing and clinching. Fluttershy moaned into Dash’s pussy, nearly overwhelmed by the wave of lust washing over her.
Dash panted, her hips wiggling and riding Fluttershy’s face and then, she came.
Her friend’s hips locked around Fluttershy, inner thighs and tender flesh clamping down as Dash rode out the end of her orgasms. Soft cries going softer before she slumped forward, happy and satisfied like a well-fed pup. Not quite finished, Fluttershy followed Dash’s plot. Nosing the slick flesh until she found Dash’s entrance again.
Fluttershy licked around the drenched hole, slurping up the female release. Then she sunk her tongue inside. Dash gripped the counter, trying to lift her hips away. Oh no, not yet. Fluttershy wrapped a firm grip on both of Dash’s calves, dragging her right into place. Fluttershy thrusted her tongue, pushing open Dash’s delicious pussy walls. Dash thrusted back, her weak hips gradually catching the rhythm.
“Damn, that’s the Shy I know. Can’t never do anything by half.” Dash cackled above. “If you want to drink me dry, be my guest.”
Fluttershy folded her tongue and moved along the bundles of nerves, teasing every one of Dash’s weak spots. A flick got her a gasp. A press got her a moan. But a nice and steady tap, “Fuck!” That got her that. Mmmh, what would it take to have Dash swear again? The heat grew inside of Dash’s pussy, juices flowing freely. Fluttershy flexed up with her tongue, seeking Dash’s real release.
Her friend’s hips began to shake, heralding the end.
Fluttershy moaned, humming in pleasure. Here it came.
Dash orgasmed, her body visibly lost in body-shuddering bliss. Feet curling, thighs shaking, hips spreading, back arching. Her pussy clenching around on Fluttershy’s tongue. Dash cried out and stilled, squirting a shot of female fluid. Fluttershy licked it all, pulling out of Dash’s pussy to chase the sweet juice down. Her tongue mapping the lithe and curve of Dash’s long lanky legs. Lips moving to kiss along those perfect inner thighs. Painting them red as she nibbled on the skin.
Fluttershy pulled back, breathless and panting. Dash was much the same.
“So.” Fluttershy started. “My question? W-What does…" Wait, question? It was something about- "Uh… Something about anal?”
Dash got onto her elbows and tried to look at Fluttershy in the mirror. “Anal? Why would I- Oh yeah.”
“Like that’s what I hear around.” she said, looking beautiful in her afterglow. Fluttershy couldn’t help but marvel at her handiwork. Dash all relaxed now and still that periwinkle pink, cheeks bright as she spoke. “Doing it the uh-” Dash crudely made the gesture. Her calloused fingers moving to make a mockery of a… pussy. Even so, Fluttershy couldn’t help but lick her lips. She still had the taste of Dash on them.
“… the loser way…”
Dash used her clean hand, not the one that had been fingering her ass, to make the pussy. Bringing out her tongue to lick and wet the tight hole. She was slower than she normally would have been. Almost tuckered out. And she was messier too.
Drops of gooey, stringy saliva fell in fat droplets to rain on Dash’s chest.
Her blue a-cup bra snug around her small pert breasts. Darker nipples pressing hard through the thin fabric. Dash followed her eyes, a cat-like grin making itself at home on her lips.
“If you need another example-”
Dash unhooked her bra and threw it over her head. The poor undergarment flopped against the mirror before falling into the nearby waste bin. They’ll have to fish it out later.
“I can use a volunteer. Step up to the front of the class, Fluttershy.”
Dash pushed her small breasts together, the dollops of soft flesh sitting on her chest barely making a valley. It was awfully cute. As much as Dash pushed, she didn’t have much to gather on. Her little titties sweeter and cuter than one would expect. Dash hardly took off her clothes at school. Some of the students there might think she had a size complex but couldn’t be further than the truth. Dash disliked how bothersome her nipples could be between changing. Her breasts sensitive to friction.
“Imagine these are the folds of the pussy. And, uh, a tongue as a guy’s cock. You get what I’m getting at? You get gross white all up on your front. Sure, it doesn’t bother him but what about you? How are you going to wash that gunk off? What about if it dries? Shit probably hurts. Like a lot. Like a lot, a lot.”
She shook her adorable mounds at Fluttershy, eager nipples colorful streaks in the air.
“Can I… Can I imagine with my tongue? Physically.” Fluttershy asked. “For further investigation.” she clarified.
Dash straightened her back, going prim and proper with her voice. “That sounds to this one like sexual harassment, Flutters dear. Was I not descriptive enough? Prithee, allow me to explain exactly what I concur.” One particularly bad imitation of Rarity. “But I. And this is with much, much grand consideration. A sacrifice of yours truly. Go on Shy, motorboat me.” she said, leering.
“I’m not going to motorboat you.” Fluttershy exclaimed. “And what is motorboating anyway?”
“It’s what Mrs. Cake does behind her store. Though it can’t be considered motorboating if she’s on her knees half the time. Pinkie once told me it had something to do with pie. Pie-Zuri. I dunno, I don’t eat foreign food that much.” Dash answered. “Ha, I’ll show you.”
Dash strutted up to her and hooked her fingers around the straps of Fluttershy’s negligee. She dragged the straps over Fluttershy’s shoulders, the transparent purple fabric pulled down her big and fat breasts. Peach-yellow skin growing flush. It’s in this way that Fluttershy was always a bit envious of Dash. Never having to go much trouble of picking clothes in her size or worrying how her body might distort them.
Fluttershy’s titties were plush and large, distended from her trim waist and curving hips. Having them around always made her feel a bit cow-like. Her heavy nipples seemed to rise from her mounds, rose-colored and udder-like. Fatty and pliant. Plus they were still wet from earlier.
Dash groped Fluttershy’s breasts, her fingers sinking into the marshmallow-like flesh. She started from the underside of the fat mounds, molding the sensitive skin.
Fluttershy’s hips swung uneasy from side to side. This felt good in an odd, new way.
She rubbed her legs together, hoping her panties might provide a little more friction as things grew exciting.
Dash pushed Fluttershy’s breasts up, forcing them to slap together. The bit of pain just right. Between her big tits, a warm and inviting hole was made. “Fuck you, Fluttershy.” Dash said, taking her sweet time just to ogle Fluttershy’s assets. “Nice to see all the milk I’ve handed off to you went somewhere nice.” She pulled the breasts apart, blowing an unsettling breath on the flushed skin. Then Dash threw her face between them and squished the breasts together, smooshing herself between two titty mountains.
“I, uh, don’t actually know what to do after this point. Side view and side boob is a bitch. Let’s wing it.”
Dash licked. Fluttershy jumped, her movement rippling through her breasts. “You okay up there?” Fluttershy started to nod before remembering that was Dash down there and now just some rainbow-colored plushie she stuck between her tits. She answered, her consent all that was needed for Dash to continue. Dash licked up and down, her tongue rough and good against her mounds.
Fluttershy wasn’t sure where to put her hands. They were just there. She set them on Dash.
Dash’s hands moved up, her palms planting in the center of Fluttershy’s arola. The skin around her nipples tensing up and bunching together. Nipples hardening into peak stiffness. Dash made a scissor motion with her hands. Catching Fluttershy’s nipples between a v-shape and closing around them.
Fluttershy squeaked.
“That felt good, huh?”
Dash pulled, yanking Fluttershy’s nipples until they led the twin mounds to follow. Fluttershy moaned, pushing up into Dash. The front of her panties looking for release. Her need grew into a feverish pitch right up to-
Dash slobbered loudly inside of Fluttershy’s breasts, warm spit sliding down.
“Done. And I get the shower first. Have fun cleaning up my cum, Tits. Imagining anyone doing that really gets on my nerves. I should cum on them.”
Dash pulled back, smirking. “See what I mean? You let them in the front, you got no protection against that. Or at least, that’s what I heard in the slutty girls’ bathroom.”
Fluttershy awkwardly moved her hand to cover her panties. Heavens, it was happening. Fluttershy pushed her hand further between the crook of her wide thighs, trying to hide it. God, it ached. All that blood from earlier and the fondling of her breasts. The tips of her fingers met wetness of the cum kind. Warm seed soaking through the seat of her panties, the cut and curve of the underwear distracting as her cock, half-hard and lean, asserted itself.
“Ho. Ho. Looks like somebody wants to take a turn for being an example.” Dash said, grabbing Fluttershy’s hips and bringing them together. “Buddy, pal, good friend of mine, can I play with your cock? Pretty please with your white cum on top.”
Fluttershy blushed hotly. “Dash, remember what happened last time.”
“I stretched out your panties.”
“And?”
“I stretched out your panties and made you wear my smaller ones. Which, you have to admit, was pretty kinky. You walking around, tugging down your school shirt to hide your fat fucking meat stick, especially since your long-ass cock couldn’t get all in. That bulge I saw had to be the tip dragging and smearing its nasty on the inside of my underwear. Fuck, the smell of you kept to my thong for weeks.”
Dash stuck a knee between Fluttershy’s legs, nudging them apart.
“It’s only fair we use some of the real stuff. Can’t be hypocrites, only scientists.”
“Dash,” Fluttershy said. “only if you keep your head where I can see it. And don’t stretch out my underwear. It gets really, really awkward when I’m out with Rarity and I have to stop by the lingerie store for my custom order. Sure, she doesn’t say anything. But she giggles. Rarity giggles at me.”
“Well Shy, I don’t giggle. I tug.” Dash cupped her, fingers reaching around Fluttershy’s ballooning balls. Seed swelling the peachy orbs. “Hard.”
Dash pulled Fluttershy’s panties down, letting the garment dangle out of the way. Smiling at Fluttershy, Dash busied herself with the stiffening length. One hand massaging the pair of heavyset balls. The other to the shaft itself, her thumb and index finger coiled around the tip and loose foreskin. God, yes. Fluttershy angled her hips forward, giving in to the desire to thrust into something warm and tight.
Fluttershy’s cock hardened, filling out as the veins throbbed visibly in the growing skin.
Dash bounced the balls, fleshy thwaps hot and heedy to hear. Echoing loudly and lewdly in the bathroom. But more than that was Fluttershy’s breathing. Her inhale and exhale had become deeper, darker. Husky as she panted, sweat breaking out across her skin. Goosebumps quick to follow. Everything was tightening. Her balls. Her cock. Her breath. All swelling, thickening, fattening, filling.
Starting slow, pre-cum was milked out. Whiteness oozing out her flustered cock slit.
Dash planted her head onto Fluttershy’s breasts, inching down. Her mouth gulping down air as a substitute.
“No.”
“No?” Dash whined. “It won’t get stuck this time.”
“No.”
“C’mon. Please.” Dash let go of Fluttershy’s cock, moving to brace herself on Fluttershy’s shoulders. The space between her hips coming to claim the shaft. Dash enclosed her legs, her pussy and clit made a noisy squelch as they met Fluttershy. “It won’t get stuck like last time. And you liked it. Don’t lie.” Fluttershy pushed Dash against the counter and together, they maneuvered. With the counter as a steady hold, Fluttershy lifted Dash up, her friend’s slim legs hooking around Fluttershy’s waist.
Cum and female fluid gushed down, the stench of the erotic aroma delirious and pungent.
“Um.”
Dash tightened her hips around Fluttershy, grinding faster, slickness making her swift and quick. She moaned into Fluttershy’s neck, her whole body taut like a cord. Arching and shaking as she bounced and pull back. The counter thudding from the weight of their play. Fluttershy angled herself up, her cock parting the puffy pussy lips and curving ass cheeks gooey and lube-coated.
“Um, yes?”
“Um, no.”
The heat and softness enveloping Fluttershy’s cock- She groaned, her breasts squishing against her friend's smaller frame. Her thicker nipples connecting and clapping against Dash’s. Deep pink against blackberry blue. Somewhere between their joint thrusting, them more or less humping each other for release, Dash close to her third orgasm, Fluttershy’s nipples softened. Turning inwards as if inverted.
“Um, yesss? Yes, now?”
“Nh- Ooooh.”
To emphasize her words, Dash leaned against Fluttershy. Her perked nipples lining up against the unrisen nubs. She jerked forward, her nipples pushing in. “Da-” Fluttershy couldn’t even get a sound out. Her everything kicked. Nerves close to their limit. Dash rubbed her chest into Fluttershy’s, using her erect nipples to complete her lust-driven invasion. Fluttershy’s nipples fattened, capping her fatty mounds but Dash wouldn’t be deterred. Grinding their nipples together, pleasurable points blooming into needy, hard buds.
Fluttershy increased her grip, loosing her breath and will.
She… She was going to…
Fluttershy came, her cock went rigid then spewed. Cum coming out in fast and squirts of pale, runny white. Fluttershy threw back her head. Groans deafening. Lips falling out as sweet, sweet release overtook her. Her balls emptied out, more cum splattering against the counter’s bottom. Spraying in white that would be so much trouble to scrub off later. If she could even remember later.
Sex with Dash was much like a tornado.
One would get swept up, turned upside down and then dropped in the mess that used to be your home. Literally. And yet, Fluttershy couldn’t help herself. More than just physicality, they got each other. Somehow fitting into each other like simple slots. Even if, and this was often, Dash tended to be the one who initiated, Fluttershy couldn’t help but-
They collapsed against each other. Inhaling thin. Exhaling thick.
After a moment of seeking comfort and afterglow from their skin intermingling. Heat and sweat and slickness attempting to coat and glue them together as fast as possible. They drew apart. Fluttershy dragging a hand through her hair, strands clinging to her collarbone and shoulders. Dash smirking, her darkened eyes hidden by each slow blink of her eyes.
Fingers running along Fluttershy’s softening cock. Swiping up the white substance dripping down.
Eventually, the conversation picked up. “Wait, are you talking about the second girls’ bathroom in the gym. Why would you call it the slutty bathroom?”
Dash rolled her eyes. “Plausible deniability. It’s a long story. Twilight from the other dimension. Bambino spell. Biminofication. Bimbo the clown. I dunno, Twilight talked like forever while her breasts were inflating and she started speaking with a stutter. Mostly cause of the cocks in her mouth. And anyone asks, I have a cousin who looks exactly like me called Firefly. Also, I have never, ever went to the slutty bathroom.”
Fluttershy took in a breath and tiptoed around the wet mess on the floor.
They were a pair of odd ball friends. Fluttershy was used with having to endure Dash’s bouts of causal Dashness. The very same way that Dash accepted her Shyness. Dash probably wanted her opinion on anal. Just like, once upon a time, she wanted her thoughts on blowjobs and that did not go so well…
“Think of it this way, Shy.” Dash continued. “You can only lose your virginity if you let a dude or dudette pop one in the front. And let me tell you something, I am not a loser. So what’s my options. Am I doomed to go the rest of my life as an old maid? Be some frigid old bitch because I wouldn’t let anyone fuck me front?”
“Also being fucked as a bimbo does not count.”
“Virginity is just a concept.” Fluttershy mumbled, opening the sink’s mirror and fumbling for her toothbrush and toothpaste. “You don’t have to let you get it down. If you feel like a virgin, then you are a virgin. Or that’s what the missionaries say when they knock on my door.”
“Fluttershy,” Dash snorted. “I passed English too. Concept. Conception. Condom. Whatever I copied off Pinkie Pie. All I know is that I’d be a loser once I lost it. The cherry. The trophy I had since forever. And you know something, fuck that.”
Dash leaned over to Fluttershy’s side of the sink, sticking the pussy fucking gesture in her face. Her hand sticky with spit gave way to the phallic-like index finger thrusting in and out. “I’m fucking the idea of me losing my virginity.”
“Err...”
“Look, doing it the pussy way has all sorts of problems. I don’t understand why more girls don’t do anal. I’d do anal. I’d do anal right now.”
“So that’s why you’re lubing up.”
Dash preened.
“Mmhm. I’ve been doing it for two weeks since I heard.”
She pushed away from the counter.
“Err, Dash. I don’t need a demonstr- Okay, you are doing it. Eeep.”
