Dietary Needs

by Shakespearicles

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Slice of Life, Sex, Human, Anon
Length: 2925

My pet Rainbow Dash has strange dietary requirements.

I was overjoyed when I found Rainbow Dash in a box.
But she can't speak, (at least not my language) and I have no idea what to feed her.
She doesn't want to eat most things, and I can tell she's becoming malnourished.
I need to figure out what she needs to eat for her to be well again.
(Hint: It rhymes with demon.)

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Published 2017-02-04 15:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-04 15:40:02 UTC

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"Come on, Dashie. Please eat!" I begged, pointing the spoon at her.

"BAKA!" Rainbow Dash barked at me from her highchair.

"It's applesauce! How can you not like applesauce!?" I asked.

"BAH!" she huffed and crossed her hooves.

It was a struggle.

When I found Rainbow Dash in a box on the side of the road, I was overjoyed. I brought her home right away, vowing to take care of her. She wasn't a little filly. She already had her cutie mark and she had the proportions of an adult pony. But she was my little pony indeed. She was only about the size as a large dog. She was smart too, but for some reason, unable to speak. (At least, not my language). I promised myself that I would train to fight when the day came that Celestia would come and try to take her away. I wasn't going to just give her up like some chump. But forget about what might happen in ten years. It was barely my second day with her, and she wasn't eating.

It was a desperate game of trial and error to find her something to eat. I started out with items that she ate in the show, and that real equines ate as well. Apples, carrots, and hay. Things like that.

"Cider? Come on, I know you like cider." I opened a jug of apple cider and put some in a bowl. She drank some of it but she was clearly not happy with it. At least she was drinking water without any problem. I wasn't prepared to try to give her hard cider. I was more concerned with her getting the proper nutrition first. She made a fuss and tossed the bowl onto the floor. "Aww, Dashie, come on!"

"NA!"

"Do you want ants!?" I asked, cleaning up the sugary mess on the floor. "Because that's how you get ants!" I could tell she was starting to get cranky. I pulled her out of the highchair and walked with her over to the back door. I opened the door to the yard and let her outside. I watched as she walked over to one of the bushes. She squatted a little and gave me a glare. "Alright, alright." I turned around, and waited while she relieved herself. After a few moments she walked back inside and nuzzled against my hip with her cheek. For her size, it put her head at an awkward height.

She followed me up into the bedroom and I got changed for the evening. She jumped up onto the bed and settled into the comforter. I looked at her. She was getting thinner. Her colors were faded. Her sky blue fur was pale. Almost grey. And her mane was faded worse, like a tie dye shirt that had been bleached too much. I was starting to get really worried.

"We'll try again tomorrow," I said. "I'll be back in a little bit." She replied with a yawn. I headed downstairs to my office and sat at my computer. I looked up what else I could try to feed her. I found a few more things to try and made a list for the grocery store in the morning. I looked at the time. It was still a little early for me. I was stressed out about finding something for her to eat. I needed a stress relief. I unbuttoned my pants and headed over to a different section of the internet. "Aw yeah, now that is some quality R34," I said to myself as I proceeded to jerkin the gherkin.

"MUA," Dashie said beside me.

"Holy shit!" I jumped. I hadn't even seen her sneak into my office. She gave me a weird look as I sat there with my dick in my hand. I stuffed it back in my pants and closed my browser. "Go back to bed! Go on, git!" I got up to shoo her away and closed the office door.

I cleared my head and sat back down to resume my five-knuckle-shuffle. It was strange though. I was able to sexualize the images on my computer screen. But I didn't think of my Dashie the same way. She didn't have the sapient characteristics of her character from the show. I pushed my worries from my mind. I clicked a new link. "Mmm, now that is an attractive cartoon horse." I finished my stress relief and cleaned myself with a few tissues and tossed them into my office trash can. I headed upstairs to go to sleep.

When I woke up, Dashie wasn't curled up at my feet like she usually was. She was nowhere to be seen.

"Dashie?" I headed downstairs to the kitchen. She wasn't there or in the living room on the couch either. "Dashie?" I called out. I heard a shuffling in the next room. I went into my office. I saw Dashie rooting around in my office trash can. "Hey! Get out of there!" I yelled. Dashie's head popped up with a tissue she was chewing in her mouth. I shooed her out of the room and closed the door behind us.

"I need to go grocery shopping, you stay out of trouble!" I went to the grocery store and bought the items on the list. When I got home I picked her up and sat her in the chair.

"UH! UN!" she squirmed a bit before finally settling down. She felt a bit stronger than she had the day before. In fact, as I looked at her, her color looked better too. Maybe it was just a passing sickness. I prepared the food items I had bought. Some oats, "NA!" she batted them away. Some bakery items, like from the show. A cup cake, "UH!" An apple fritter, "NUAH!"

"Dashie, come on! Please eat something! You're gonna die!" She rocked back and forth in her chair anxiously. "Alright alright." I let her down. I walked over to the back door to let her out. But she walked the other way. I followed her to my office door. "What is it?" I asked. She reared up and started scratching at the door. I opened it and let her in. She trotted over to my trash can and knocked it over again, eating the tissues. "Dashie stop it!" I picked her up and carried her out of the office and closed the door again. She whimpered a bit. Strange girl.

The next day I sat on the couch and watched her mill around the living room. She drank some water and nibbled on a few items around lunch, seeming to get some kind of an appetite. And her color looked even better. "What had changed?" I wondered. I sat and though about it. In this world, I knew next to nothing about her. Maybe what she needed for food was something I wouldn't think of as being food. I thought about how she had actively gone after the tissues in the trash can. "Tissues?" Tissues were made of cotton right? Horses ate plants and cotton was a plant. Hey, if it worked, it didn't have to make sense. I sat Dashie in her chair again.

"Look girl, your favorite!" I held a tissue paper in front of her. She gave it a sniff and scooted away, turning her nose up. "Come on! I saw you eat like, five of these yesterday!" I said, pushing it into her mouth.

"NHGG!" she whined and spat the soggy tissue onto the chair tray. I put my head in my hands. It didn't make any sense. Maybe she just wasn't hungry. I tried again later that night, and the next day too. She didn't want them. And she didn't want anything else I tried either. She started to get pale and thin again.

That night, I had trouble sleeping again. As much as I felt guilty about it, I went down to my office and browsed some more cartoon pony porn.

"Aw yeah, that is some arousing artwork right there." I pulled my now-empty trash can over and got ready to aim for my finish. "Aaaand boom goes the dynamite."

"HNA!"

"Dashie!" I shrieked. I scrambled to try to shoo her away with my foot. My hand was a sticky mess, as was my crotch. She darted under my chair while I scrambled with my pants around my ankles to try to find my tissues. I realized I had brought them out to the kitchen to try to feed them to her. I came back around to my desk and she had knocked over my can again with her head inside slurping away. "Dashie! Don't be gross!" I tried to pull her away with my clean hand. She looked up and started to lick my not-clean hand. I pulled it away. "Dashie!" She turned and started to lick my other not-clean part. "DASHIE!"

I jumped and hooted and hollered, making as much of a ruckus as I could to scare her off. She scurried away long enough for me to shuffle to the bathroom and clean myself. Then I straightened up my office and closed the door, and I carried her with me to bed. She settled down on the blankets and laid across my legs and purred. She purred. I didn't think ponies could do that.

The next morning, Dash was looking great. Her colors were bright and she was full of energy. She was drinking more water too. I scratched my head as we played in the back yard.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "Do you feel like eating today? I tried to figure out what it was that was helping her as I threw the ball. She ran after it and brought it back to me, panting a little. She dropped the ball at my feet and nuzzled against me, rubbing her cheek against my hip and sniffing crotch, giving it a few licks. "Hey, come on!" I pushed her away, fanning the damp spot on my pants. "You can't eat... that," I trailed off.

The tissues. The trash can. My hand. My... it suddenly made sense. I looked down at my little Dashie, rubbing back and forth against my legs. I gulped as I looked at her wide, innocent eyes. I couldn't believe that the thing she needed to eat to be healthy was... that.

"Why don't we... go inside."

I ushered her into the house. I got a cup and went into my office and locked the door. I needed to be sure. I turned on my computer and began browsing while I yanked my crank.

"Err! Err! Err!" Dashie whimpered outside of my office. I finished as quickly as I could, filling the small cup. I opened the door and Dash bolted inside, inspecting the trash can and licking at a few of the dried spots. I picked her up and brought her out to the kitchen, sitting her in her chair.

"Okay girl, let's just see if this is actually what you want," I said as I hesitantly took a spoonful of the warm fresh spunk from the cup. By the stars above, she almost broke the chair trying to get at the spoon. She gulped it down greedily and pawed frantically for the rest. I quickly spooned the rest out of the cup and fed her. She took the empty cup from me and licked it clean. She whined briefly that the small amount was already gone, but then smiled at me, waving her hooves that she wanted 'up'. I lifted her out of the chair and her wings sprung open. She fluttered around the small room. It was the first time I had seen her fly since I found her. She flew over and landed in my arms. I hugged her as she purred against me. "Well, that's a relief, I guess."

And so became my life. I wasn't just fapping for fun anymore. I was fapping for a purpose! I did my best to feed her a variety of other foods. And as long as she got her two servings of man jam each day, she stayed a happy, healthy little pegasus. Some nights she was too impatient to wait for me. She would sit next to my desk impatiently watching me fap while her tail wagged.

"Nng," she would complain.

"I'm working on it!" I said, pounding the butter churn as fast as I could. I could feel myself getting close. "Alright Dashie you ready? Open wide." I turned my chair towards her and she obediently opened her mouth. I laid my dick on her tongue and she would close her lips around it, suckling vigorously as I pumped my semen into her waiting mouth. She desperately swallowed it all, not wasting a drop. "Good girl," I breathed.

Sometimes Dash would get a craving in the early morning. I'd wake up to her crawling under the covers, sucking on my morning wood. I went online to try to find remedies for myself to try to help me be more prodigious for her. Things for me to do and eat and drink. Anything to increase my production for her. Making as much cum as I could for her to eat became my mission.

Then in the spring, her behavior changed. She started getting more aggressive around 'feeding time'. She became less modest when I let her out. She would wait until we were outside playing catch, to pee. She would raise her tail at me and make sure I was watching when she did it. She would rub her butt against my leg. That night, when I was getting myself ready to feed her, she sat nearby, waiting anxiously.

"You ready girl?" I asked. I turned to point it at her. But this time she stood and turned around, flagging her tail at me. Confused, I walked around to her face. "Hungry?" I asked. She turned and pointed her backside at me again. I could feel the heat radiating off of her exposed marehood. "Dashie, are you...?"

"Mmm mmn!" she whimpered with her head against the carpet.

This was new territory for me.

"Okay Dash. I'm going to kneel here like this," I knelt behind her with my dick pointing forwards, "and if you back up against me and get a dick inside you, it'll be your own fault!" She looked back at me and scurried backwards, pressing herself against me. My dick missed its mark so I aimed it with my hand. Her next push back found it and she practically bowled me over with her weight.

"Whoa, easy girl!" I steadied myself against her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "You really want this?" I asked. I could feel her hot tunnel gripping my shaft inside her. I had already been close before, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. She didn't seem to mind. I held her firmly under me as I worked myself in and out of her. Her hooves pawed at the carpet while she made all manner of pleased noises. I leaned over her until my head was just above hers. Her ears tickled against my chin. I took one in my mouth and gave it a light nibble. Her legs went rigid and her body trembled. I could feel her marehood spasm in orgasm around my shaft and her wetness dripped down onto my balls.

"Oh, Dashie, I love you!" I moaned, holding her tight and slamming against her one last time. My cock pumped and twitched inside her, filling her with my seed. She stayed there for a few minutes, unwilling to move away. I didn't leave either. This was for her, after all. At last, she stepped away, purring again as she licked my shaft clean. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it too."

For the next couple of nights, it was the same. She forwent her feeding instead for a round of intercourse. She would present herself right away, indicating what she wanted. I was able to spend more time pleasing her instead of fapping first. I took my time, making sure that she climaxed first. I tried to pull out to feed her, but she refused to open her mouth. She turned and flagged her tail at me again, even after getting her orgasm. It was clear where she wanted me to cum.

I became concerned that she would become unwell again from not eating it. But she seemed no worse for wear. And after the fifth night, she went back to taking my load in her mouth again. She had become quite good at sucking my dick. She used her tongue more and bobbed her head, trying to get me to cum as much as possible.

She was doing very well. She had gained her normal weight back. She was even more hungry now than before. She was even getting a little pudgy. In fact, I noticed that she was getting pudgy in a very specific, localized part of her tummy.

"Dash?" I asked as she laid there on the bed. I leaned down to her and put my ear against the belly. I could just barely hear it over the sound of her own heartbeat. I sighed and went down to the drug store.

"I need an extra large bottle of lube," I told the clerk. "It looks like I'm fapping for two now."