Getting Pumped

by MassDriver

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Sex, Human, Anthro, Applejack
Length: 4717

During Equestria's breeding season, a human gets cornered in the gym by futa Applejack and Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash is Ponyville's greatest athlete, and Applejack is its biggest, most muscular mare. They're also part of the large minority of mares who have dicks, which makes a human man feel somewhat conflicted about his crush on them.

And when breeding season rolls around, he's going to find out that the crush is mutual - and that the two dickmares have a taste for rough sex. He comes to the Ponyville gym to push the limits of his body, but when the girls corner him in the locker room... they might just break him.

This story was a trade with WeasselK, an artist whose work you can see on tumblr and FurAffinity. He's created art based on another one of my stories, A Normal Date in Futaquestria, which can be seen at Derpibooru 1335773 and 1335774.

This story was a commission! If you want one of your own, see my commission policy and prices here. I can also be reached at massdriver77 {at} gmail {dot} com, or on Discord at MassDriver#3858.

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Contains: Futa on Male, Non-Consensual, Anal, Throatfucking, Spitroasting, Rough Sex.

Warning: This story contains non-consensual and very rough sex, including damage to the body. No gore or permanent harm.

Cover image is an edited version of Derpibooru 1298764, by telltale-sheriff. Used without permission.

Published 2017-01-23 19:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-23 19:40:01 UTC

Big Jocks With Big Cocks

“Sir?”

I muttered and lifted my head. Either I'd fallen asleep somewhere unusual, or there was a man in my bedroom calling me “sir.” Either way, the day had my attention.

I opened my eyes and tried to identify who was speaking. It was a young man – a stallion, rather – with yellow fur and two-tone blue hair. He worked at the Ponyville gym, and I knew I'd seen him before, but I couldn't recall his name. I'm sure I'd remember it if I could see his “cutie mark,” but of course it was covered up by his pants.

So I was in the gym. I'd remembered working out, and then coming back to the locker room... and then immediately leaving the locker room, because of... them.

Don't get me wrong, I like Applejack and Rainbow Dash. I like them a lot. RD is an athlete, and AJ is rippling with muscle. They're exactly the sort of girls I'm into. Women like them are why I spend my free time at the gym, no matter what universe I'm in.

And they like me too. When Twilight's circle of friends became the de facto Human Welcome Committee of Ponyville, Dash and Jack were the two friendships that really ended up sticking. We hang out, we watch movies, we even took a trip together to Manehattan once. And since we're so close most of the time, I don't think they totally understand why I avoid them at the gym.

And how could they understand, really? They don't think of themselves as unusual. Having penises puts them in the minority of Equestrian women, but a large majority. They don't understand why a guy like me could love looking at their beautiful, smiling faces, their toned muscular bodies and their full, round breasts... and then become troubled when I see the outline of a thick cock and fat balls bulging through their workout shorts.

I have no trouble being around them when they're in pants, as is usually the case. Sure, they're still big in there, and sometimes they get... excited... but I can ignore it. I can't help but ogle them at the gym – they have the best bodies in town, bar none – but I usually keep my distance, running on a treadmill which conveniently puts a waist-high partition between me and them. I get to watch them work out from the waist up, and they shoot the occasional flirty glance back at me.

But when it comes to the locker room, I do my best to avoid them entirely. While Equestrian gyms do have separate locker rooms for men and women, it would be truer to say that they have separate rooms for "has a dick" and "doesn't have a dick." So Applejack and Rainbow Dash use the same locker room as me, and while I keep myself wrapped in a towel as much as possible, they have no qualms about going nude. They seem to relish the opportunity, actually, and they love getting uncomfortably close as I struggle to maintain my personal space. At first, I tried to write it off as simple pony friendliness, but over time I became increasingly sure that they were acting... different when they were nude. Flirtier. Like they wanted something to, you know... happen.

So today, when I saw them already in the locker room, I turned around, found a couch in an out-of-the-way spot, and slumped into it. And apparently I was pretty beat, because I'd managed to fall asleep for about a half hour, and now, as the gym employee was explaining to me, it was almost closing time. I pulled myself off of the couch, thanked him, and told him I'd leave as soon as I showered and grabbed my stuff.

The locker room was empty when I got there, which was a relief. Not that I expected AJ and Dash to still be hanging around, a full thirty minutes after they finished their workouts. The locker rooms usually weren't this empty around closing time, but gym attendance had dropped off since "breeding season" had started.

Most of the time, it makes sense to think of Equestria's ponies as being basically human. Socially, psychologically, economically, the world of ponies is a lot like the world of humans. So when I first heard someone mention the oncoming "breeding season," I assumed it was a colorful term for some seasonal festival. Something centered around reproduction, a celebration of new life - nothing too different from what you might see in human societies.

But "breeding season" was, in fact, a period where mares get super horny and stay that way for weeks. I didn't get any advance warning of this, but I started to see signs of it everywhere: mares speaking in lusty tones, leaning down to expose their cleavage to handsome stallions. Mares wearing less and less, mares gazing longingly as the asses of passing stallions. I could tell breeding season was serious, so I did what I always do when I need to learn about pony culture: I talked to the smartest pony in town.

And Pinkie Pie didn't disappoint. As usual her explanatory puppet show answered most of my questions, and she was happy to clear up any lingering misunderstandings. I asked if I should expect any mares to come after me - in particular, any mares who seemed like they might have crushes on me. "Probably!" Pinkie had said, winking. "I wouldn't be surprised if a certain bubbly mare brought a very special delivery to your door sometime soon!"

I didn't know what the hell she meant by that, so I just ignored it and flat-out asked her if I should be careful around Applejack and Rainbow Dash. "Oh yeah," said Pinkie, grinning ear to ear. "They usually just have their fun with each other, but now that you're here... yeah, if I were you I'd get ready for a double helping of mare meat!"

And that's why I'd been avoiding AJ and RD. Being naked around them was already intimidating enough, and now, apparently, they were hornier than I'd ever seen them before.

Luckily, there was no sign of them, or anyone else, when I entered the locker room. I stripped down, took my pick of the empty shower stalls, and took a hot, invigorating shower. My nerves were rattled, however, by a wooden-sounding clatter from outside the shower area, followed by a voice. I couldn't make it out through the rushing water, but it sounded... feminine.

My heart jumped into my throat. Okay, I told myself, it's not necessarily Dash or Jack. There are other mares with dicks who use this locker room. But I feared the worst. Shutting off the water, I wrapped my towel around my waist and peeked out from behind the curtain. I could only see a sliver of the locker room from this vantage point, but there was nothing out there. No ponies, not a trace of movement.

So what the hell was I supposed to do? Hide in the shower for the rest of my life? I sighed, opened the curtain, and stepped out into the rows of lockers. But as soon as I placed my hand on the door of my own locker, there was a flash of movement on either side of me. Fuck.

“Well, look who decided to show his face,” said Rainbow Dash, who was walking casually towards me, stretching her arms above her head, making her tits strain against her flimsy crop-top. The tiny shirt was the only article of clothing on her body, and it was whisper-thin, showing off the shape of her hard nipples underneath. Further down, past her toned belly, was the thick dark shaft of her cock, crisscrossed with veins and half-hard.

“I was startin' to think our shy boy was gonna hide from us all season,” said Applejack's voice, from the other direction. Between her and Rainbow Dash, both ends of the row of lockers were blocked off, and my chances of escape seemed pretty slim. Dash was fast enough to catch me if I tried to get by her, and while Applejack wasn't as fast, she was wide enough that she blocked off most of my potential escape route.

Applejack wasn't just strong, she was massive. Legs like tree trunks, arms thicker than my thighs, and a chest that rippled with muscles I didn't know even existed. And a surprisingly prominent bust for someone with so much meat on them – as I watched, they bounced out of the tiny shirt that she was stripping off her body. Her cock, not quite as long as Rainbow Dash's, was far thicker, and her balls were bigger, hanging down in her ballsack like two fat oranges.

As I stood frozen, they advanced, looming over me. Ponies, on average, are taller than humans; I'm six feet even, and there are few adults shorter than me. Dash and Jack were on the taller side – Dash stood at an imposing 6'8”, and Applejack towered over me at 7'1”. Most of the time it didn't bother me that my female friends were that much bigger than me, but at that moment, it was troubling.

"We've barely seen you since breeding season started," said Rainbow Dash. "Some other mares been keeping you busy?"

"Uh, not really," I said. "What other mares?"

Applejack laughed. "You serious? You've been shakin' that ass all over town, and now that it's breedin' season you're not letting any mares hit it?"

"Yeah," said Dash, "You know what mares have been wondering about, ever since they got here? They're wondering what human dicks look like. You've got a buffet of dripping wet pony pussy in front of you, and you're not taking advantage of it?"

"Well..." I muttered uncertainly. "I haven't really been approached. I did get a rose and a gray feather on my doorstep a couple days ago, but I don't even know who that was from..."

Dash scoffed. "A rose and a feather?" she said. "That's some old-fashioned pegasus courtship. Not my style. Come on, some dickmares must have rolled up and asked for a ride on that human ass, right? Girls like Jack and me, we know how to ask for what we want."

"Mmm-hm," said Applejack, nodding confidently. "The way you hang out with Dash and me, it makes me think maybe you prefer dickmares. Am I right? Were you mostly gettin' rutted by human dickmares, back where you're from?"

The girls were close now, close enough for me to smell the musky scent they gave off. It seemed stronger now; I wasn't sure that pony pheremones would affect me, but now that I was being hotboxed in their musk, I felt my cock start to rise under my towel. It didn't help that the girls' height put their tits at face level.

"No," I said, trying to look away from their bodies. "I thought I mentioned... we don't have women like you back on Earth."

"Wait a minute," said Dash. "So you were never with a dickmare on Earth... and you've never been with a dickmare here..."

"An' you already told us y'weren't into stallions," said Applejack. "So y'aint never been rutted at all?"

"Well, no..."

"Well that settles it," said Rainbow Dash. “AJ and I have gotta pop that cherry.”

“Mmm-hm,” said Applejack, thrusting out her chest. “We wouldn't normally insist, but we can't let ya go through a whole breedin' season without a good solid ruttin'.”

I tensed, trying to make myself smaller. “Woah, woah,” I said, “I don't think-”

“Look,” said Applejack, grinning down at me, “It's real cute how you've been makin' us chase you since breedin' season started, but it ain't fair to keep us waitin' this long. Dash 'n I have got an itch that only a stallion can scratch, if you know what I mean.”

“Isn't there maybe some other stallion who'd be... you know... interested?”

Dash tilted her head, as if I'd said something ridiculous. “No, there's no 'other stallion!'” she said. “You're the stallion we've been cuddling up to for weeks. You're the stallion who needs to be rutted for the first time. We were okay with taking it slow before the season started, but now it's time to take this thing to the next level." She wrapped her hand around her dick, and a spurt of cream shot from the tip, splattering on the tile floor. Even her precum was incredibly thick and potent - it was breeding season, and her body was ready to breed.

"Look," I gulped, "I don't really..." I paused. I wasn't sure I could convincingly argue that I wasn't attracted to them; God help me, I was, I just wasn't ready to deal with their hulking stallionhoods. "I don't think... I don't think you're going to fit." I backed up against the lockers as they drew nearer; they were practically on top of me now.

"Aw, yer a flatterer," said AJ. "Nothin' cuter than a little guy actin' all nervous about my big thick cock." She reached out a hand and palmed my ass, stroking her fingers over it. “Trust me, you're gonna love how big I am once I'm inside ya.” She pulled me close, and out bodies made contact. I almost moaned as my face sank into her cleavage and my erect cock pressed against hers, separated only by the towel around my waist. “Ooh,” said Applejack, rolling her powerful hips, “Our shy boy is excited.”

“No,” I protested, “That's not...”

“I know what that is,” whispered Applejack. “I got one of my own.” As if on cue, her tip oozed a dollop of dickmare cream. I felt a hand on my waist, and before I could react, Rainbow Dash had whipped down my towel, leaving me totally nude.

“Ooh,” said Dash, crouching down beside me. “I've been curious about your human dick ever since we met, you know. It's kind of a funny shape... but I like it.” She laid a wet kiss on the tip, then began to work her lips down my shaft, making me whimper and squirm.

Applejack's hand was still on my ass, and now her powerful fingers worked their way between my cheeks, stopping to tease my pucker. “I found his hole,” she said, working her finger in little circles. “Feels pretty tight.”

My cock jumped with each prod and poke at my asshole, and Dash reacted gleefully. “We'd better get started,” she said, taking her lips off my cock. “For a stallion that's never been rutted, he really reacts to having his butthole touched. Wouldn't want him to blow his load before we even got inside him.”

“All right,” said Applejack. She cradled my ass and put her other hand on my shoulder, effortlessly lifting me off the ground. I leaned my body into hers, resting my head against her firm tits and her rock-hard chest. I went almost limp in her arms, breathing in her scent, as she carried me towards a wooden bench further down the row of lockers. Dash began laying down towels, creating a soft cushion, and Applejack laid me face-down on it, propping my ass up. Applejack's hand left my ass and came back slick, coated in some kind of lube the girls had apparently brought with them. With two fingers she circled my pucker, giving it a generous coating, and then slid one finger inside, widening me bit by bit.

I gasped, clutching at the towels beneath me, trying to find the words to talk my way out of this. Every time I tried to speak, there was something that made me whimper: a prod at my insides. A second finger slipping into my hole. The sight of Rainbow Dash stepping in from of me, bending at the knee to bring her cock to eye level. “Open wide, boy,” she said. She lifted her cock in her hand, and it spurted, shooting a glob of thick cream onto my lower lip. I opened my mouth to protest, and Dash simply eased the tip through my lips, pressing down on my tongue with the flared, drooling head of her cock. I tasted the skin of her shaft, and the dribbling drop of cum that lingered on the tip, and a tingle crawled through my body. Desire was making me weak, as if I'd have had the power to fight back even at full strength.

Before Dash was even halfway inside my mouth, she hit the back of my throat. “Mmph,” she said. “Our boy's got a nice mouth, AJ.” She bucked her hips softly, nudging my open mouth. “But I'm thinking I can go deeper.” I moaned in protest, but it came out so weak and mewling that it might have just sounded like arousal.

“Nice,” said Applejack. “I've got his ass ready. Let's show him a good time.” I felt her tip bump up against my lube-slicked pucker, and fear made my heart race. It was too big, there was just no way.

Together, the girls grabbed hold of me – Dash at my shoulders, Applejack at my hips – and held me firmly in place at they positioned themselves for entry. I was trembling, but I felt sure that they wouldn't be able to get themselves deeper inside me. My throat wasn't wide or deep enough for RD's cock, and AJ's inhuman girth would never fit inside my ass. They'd just pound at me for a while and give up. They had to.

“Three,” said Dash, and before I realized she was counting down, she was at “one” - and they thrust at the same time, their cocks coming at me like two battering rams against my feeble human body.

And in the midst of flaring pain, I felt my throat and my ass open up, taking in the first couple of inches of each sex-crazed dickmare. They stretched me brutally, making my vision flash with stars and my body almost overload from sensation. “There you go!” said Applejack. “Told ya I wasn't too big. You just need to relax a little, and we'll show you how good it feels to be rutted.”

“Yeah, dude,” said Rainbow Dash. “Just relax your throat and lemme get in there.” She tugged at my shoulders, trying to pull herself deeper, and I gurgled, trying in vain to form words around her cock. “Yeah,” she said, pushing her medial ring past my lips, “Just like that... just relax, dude...” Both girls were making slow progress into my holes, rolling their hips as they pushed themselves deeper. The inner walls of my body stretched to their absolute limit, my nerves crying out with each inch their cocks conquered.

“Sheee-it,” said Applejack. “I knew you were a little guy, but you are the tightest stallion I've ever buried my cock in. I wasn't sure I believed ya when you said you hadn't been rutted, but this ass is a virgin for sure.” She slapped my ass, and I felt my tunnel tighten around her – and then relax. “Ooh yeah, I know how to loosen up a stallion. How you doin' up there, Dashie?”

“Slow and steady,” said Rainbow Dash. “Not what I'm used to, but it feels pretty fuckin' good. I might blow at any moment..." She took a few deep breaths. "Okay, I'm ready to really give it to him. Wanna get started?"

"Oh, I'm ready," said Applejack. Get started? My mind was swimming in dickmare musk, unable to form any complex thought, but the rational part of me was gripped by panic. Four hands gripped my body, and the girls pulled their cocks back simultaneously, flooding my body with physical relief. For a moment I felt empty, hollowed out, keenly aware of how much space was left behind when their cocks retreated.

Then they slammed back into me, and pain shot through me I was I was stretched again. Then they pulled out and thrust again, and again. This was what they meant by "getting started." They were truly fucking me now, building up a faster tempo as they slid in and out. They started out thrusting in unison, but in time they each found their own rhythm, battering my throat and ass with their long, girthy mare-meat.

"Mmh, I've been waiting for this," said Applejack. "Holdin' myself back was hard enough durin' the off-season, but there was no way I was gonna make it through the whole season without sowin' my seeds in ya."

"Yeah, totally," said Dash. "Every time we've hung out, I've been smellin' your scent and thinkin' about all the stuff I want to do to you... I had to steal one of your dirty shirts to smell while I jerked off..."

I was barely hearing any of it. I was starting to experience some of their fucking as pleasure, but the pain was still there, penetrating deep. My prostate was being savaged, but each jolt of sensation reached my cock as a feeling of weightless bliss, spreading over me like the ghostly afterimage of an earth-shattering orgasm. Dash's cock was just as brutal; my eyes were pouring tears, my mouth drooling, as I tried desperately to keep breathing in spite of the dark blue shaft that was filling my airways.

"Fuck, fuck," gasped Dash. "I usually last longer, dude, but your throat is so fucking tight..."

"Me too," said Applejack, "Ain't never fucked a hole this narrow, yer gonna make me cum..."

They both thrust faster, making my body shake with the force. Two women - two titans with perfect bodies - were using me for their pleasure, fucking me like a disposable cocksock, like they weren't the least bit worried about breaking me. Insanely, I heard my mind crying out in ecstasy, begging to be abused, to be destroyed by the enormous, gorgeous cocks of these beautiful women. I felt something break inside my body - I heard a pop from the direction of my ass - but it did nothing to cool my passion for being fiercely rutted. I came, blowing a huge, thick load over the towels beneath me, my cock jumping and spurting again and again.

I must have been the biggest load of my life, but it was nothing compared to what Rainbow Dash had in store for me. She thrust herself deep, making her balls slap against my chin, and then those balls sent a load up the length of her shaft. I felt the fluid rumbling through her cock, past my tongue and into my throat. It shot deep inside me, straight into my stomach, and began to fill my empty belly.

Applejack came right after, hilting herself in my ravaged asshole and loading it up with her own helping of dickmare cream. Her load splattered deep into my ass with breathtaking force, going so deep inside me that it seemed to fill my stomach.

In fact, Applejack's cum was definitely filling my stomach. They both were; each time their cocks pumped another thick, hot spurt inside me, I felt my belly swell, sloshing with the combined load of the two massive, powerful girls. Soon the stretching in my stomach became painful, but I welcomed the sensation. The warmth inside me, the fullness, even the pain - they were all part of being rutted. Being at the sexual service of a dickmare.

The girls pulled out of me, slowly, bit by bit. The process was almost as difficult as entering me had been. But in the end they both popped out, leaving my throat and ass empty. I moaned, taking weak breaths as my body acclimated to the absence of marecock.

"Holy shit," breathed Rainbow Dash. "That was a long time coming, dude, but you lived up to my expectations. Same time tomorrow?" I didn't say anything. I couldn't possibly speak.

"Dude?" Dash pressed, leaning down to look me in the eyes. "You okay, dude?" Dash's face became blurry, dark, indistinct. "Holy fuck, AJ, I don't think-"

And after that I didn't hear anything.

Author's Note

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Epilogue (No Clop)

"Dash?" I muttered. "Applejack?"

"You're awake," said a voice that was neither AJ's nor RD's. "How do you feel?"

"Kinda sore," I said, after taking a quick inventory of my senses. "A little numb."

"That's to be expected," said the voice, which was male and not familiar to me. "Let me know if anything becomes painful." There was a doctor standing next to me, with dark gray fur and light blue hair on his head. I recalled seeing him around town. But if he was a doctor... then I was probably in a hospital bed. A quick look around the room confirmed my suspicions. I'd never seen the inside of an Equestrian hospital before, but it was clean and modern-looking, and it set my mind at ease somewhat.

"What happened to me?" I croaked, my throat dry.

"Medically speaking," said the doctor, "broken pelvis and severe internal bruising. Fortunately, you're responding well to both magical and nonmagical treatments, and you should be back on your feet before the week's end."

"The Princess of Friendship left a note for you," he said, holding out a sheet of official Princess stationary that bore a note from Twilight Sparkle. Twilight's handwriting was naturally messy, but I could see the benefit of the penmanship classes she'd mentioned taking. "She wanted you to read it at your earliest convenience... do you feel up to it at the moment?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I said.

Firstly, read the note, I apologize for not being there to deliver this message in person. Breeding season often makes it difficult to carry out my responsibilities as a steward of Friendship, and in your case I feared that the presence of a mare in heat might be stressful.

When Applejack and Rainbow Dash first confided to me that they found you attractive, I cautioned them that you are not a pony, and that your body is not built to take the same physical stresses that a stallion's is. They ignored my advice, and they harmed you, and being in heat was no excuse. They have expressed their regret to me, and as the Princess of Friendship I will personally ensure that they have learned their lesson.

Furthermore, as Princess, I will do everything in my power to make this up to you. You will receive the apology you are owed, and I will ensure that you feel welcome and safe in Ponyville, regardless of the season.

I set the note down on my bedside table and sighed. I didn't have the energy to feel one way or another about what I'd been through; it just felt good to rest. With little else to do, I picked through the get-well cards on the bedside. Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie had all sent very nice notes. There was one from the mayor, presumably sent at the Princess' behest, which mostly reiterated Twilight's assurances that Ponyville was dedicated to my safety. There was even one from the pony who delivers my mail, a very pretty but somewhat awkward mare who I'd spoken to on occasion. I'd have to thank her in person when I was back on my feet.

I set the stack of cards down beside me and rolled over. I was sore, but mostly I was tired, and I drifted back to a gentle sleep.

Author's Note

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