More Like Wonderquads

It took a couple minutes for Dash to remember where she was. Her mind felt thick and sluggish, like molasses, and the only thing she could really focus on for a while was how comfy the bed she was lying in was, how warm and soothing the blanket that covered her felt, and how good it would be if she could just lie there forever. When her memories did start to flood back, it was like an electric shock. She tried to sit up. She couldn’t.

“Oh, you’re awake!” said a voice by her ear. Dash looked around, slowly. There was a nurse by her bedside, smiling cheerfully down at her. Dash blinked at her, mouth not quite up to speed with her brain yet. The nurse giggled at her.

“There there, Rainbow Dash, you’re ok. Go on, look down. You look like a real Wonderbolt now!”

The nurse pulled the blanket back, and Dash craned her neck to see her body. She was dressed in a green hospital gown that went down to her knees. Or rather, where her knees would have been. Her legs were missing. Her arms were missing. She stared at the empty space where her limbs usually were. There weren’t even stumps for her to move. They were gone. Taken from her. Permanently. This was her life now.
After a few seconds of silent staring, Dash broke into a grin.

“Awesome!” she said, wiggling happily. “I’m a Wonderbolt now! Like, officially! Woo-hoo!” It sunk in hard for her, and the elation was like a drug, mixed in with the actual drugs that were still coursing through her system post-operation. It felt pretty good to be Rainbow Dash right now. The nurse smiled back at her, before a familiar voice made itself heard.

“Looking good, Rainbow Dash. Welcome to the team”

Dash’s head whipped round as Spitfire, captain of the Wonderbolts, glided into the room, floating in mid air. She could be a tough leader, but today she was all smiles as she hovered over the newest member of her team. “Brings be back to when I had my operation. Feels good, getting rid of all that extra weight, doesn’t it? Liberating.”

“Yeah…yeah it does.” Said Rainbow, blissfully. Spitfire chuckled.

“I thought so. As we speak, your legs and arms are being preserved, and will be put on display in the Wonderbolt museum along with the rest of the teams. I like to go visit mine, from time to time. Let’s me remember what I’ve sacrificed to get here. No more walking, no more using my hands….that's what purity is, Rainbow Dash."

“I know!” said Rainbow, nodding enthusiastically. “That’s all just stuff we don’t need! We’re Wonderbolts! We just need our wings! And, uh, our head, obviously. And…you know…” she trailed off, but even the most casual of observers would have been able to understand what she meant. Her hospital gown stirred as a certain part of her anatomy began to wake up. Spitfire and the nurse exchanged an amused glance.
“She’s one of the bigger patients I’ve had” said the nurse. “Poor Soaring, he’s still at the bottom of the rankings.”

“And doesn’t he know it” said Spitfire. “He still gets roasted pretty bad about it." Dash felt blood that may have otherwise been pumped into her limbs flow into her cock, which was now rapidly growing in front of the captain and the nurse, who continue to chat away amicably. It was a darker shade of blue than her normal coat, and was complimented by a set of fat, heavy balls which stuck out the end of her gown. In the corner of the room was another pegasus patient being treated for two broken arms, who could only watch in barely contained envy as Dash grew to her monstrous full size. He didn’t know what was worse-that she was so much bigger than he was, or that he couldn’t use his hands right now.

“Well, good to see your feeling healthy after the operation at least” quipped Spitfire, as Dash smiled happily with a slightly vacant expression, still hoped up on medication. “Oh, almost forgot, you’ve already had a caretaker assigned. Come in, Dust!”

“Wait…who?” asked Dash, still smiling but slightly less so now. In walked a very familiar green pegasus, wearing a very nasty looking grin as she looked down at the limbless pegasus.

“Hello, Dash. I’m your new caretaker.” Said Lightning Dust, folding her arms. Dash’s erection immediately subsided, her towering cock flopping over like it was a balloon that had sprung a leak, as Dash looked over at her captain with a heavy frown.

“What’s the big deal? She got kicked out of the Wonderbolts!” she said.

“No,” said Spitfire, “she got kicked out of flying for the Wonderbolts. But when she heard you were about to join the team, she graciously volunteered to be your personal caretaker while you were still getting used to life without limbs.”

“And who knows, maybe even beyond.” Added Dust. “I was just so torn up about what happened between us, I seen this as my shot at redemption.”

“Hah, yeah right!” said Dash, sitting up as best she could and unfurling her wings from the gown. “You’re jealous of me, and now you want to sabotage me or something!”

“Calm down, newbie” warned Spitfire, flying between Dust and Dash. “I expect both of you two act professionally during this period. No fights, ok? You’re both assets to the Wonderbolts, just in different ways. Act like it.” Dash bit her lip and nodded. The yelped as Lightning Dust strolled over and picked her up off the bed, cradling the quadruple amputee in her arms.

“My, you’re still kinda heavy.” Said Dust, bouncing her charge up and down a few times and openly staring at the heavy package that was freely dangling in front of her. “How do you fly so fast with this thing?”

“Practice, skill, and determination” answered Rainbow, having long been used to giving that particular answer to that particular question.
“Well said, newbie” said Spitfire, nodding. Her own package was something to be respected, of course, but years of experience and her professional manner meant that she was much better at keeping it hidden and under control. Some strategic bindings helped too, of course. “Well, I expect you to show up for practice tomorrow, Rainbow Dash. Rest until then-you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure she gets plenty of that” said Lightning Dust, as sweetly as she could, as she hugged Rainbow Dash tightly to her bosom. Rainbow smiled weakly for her captain. For the first time that morning, she considered if she had perhaps made a mistake…

================================================================================================

The first thing Lightning Dust did when they arrived back at Dash’s house was bind her charge’s wings. She said it was to stop Rainbow from flying around and tiring herself out, given that she was supposed to be resting. This of course left Rainbow Dash essentially helpless and in the hands of someone she was not exactly on good terms with. Lightning kept up her strange attitude of cheery helpfulness as she carried Dash up to her room, laying her down on her bed.

“Well, let’s get you out of that old hospital gown. Not a good look for a Wonderbolt” she said, leaving an emphasis on that last word that betrayed just a little hint of bitterness. She gently pulled the green fabric off of Dash, leaving her naked. Dash wasn’t one to be bashful about her body-she had a good figure, her breasts were small but perky and had a certain charm for those who liked that sort of thing. She had long ago stopped caring at the stares she would get for her oversized endowments, so that didn’t bother her either. But in the context of the situation she found herself blushing as her caretaker drank in the site of her. Her semi-erect cock flexed slightly, almost by itself-as the only “limb” of hers left, she found that she had an almost unconscious urge to move it as much as possible. Dust smiled at her before turning around and slowly picking out some clothes for Dash to wear.

Lightning eventually picked out a white t-shirt with a rainbow stripe running horizontally across the centre, laying it on the bed. She then picked out a pair of jeans before laughing and throwing them on the floor.

“Looks like you won’t be needing these!” she said, throwing out a few other pairs of now-redundant pants as Dash watched.

“Hey, you don’t have to throw out ALL of them!” said Dash, indignant. Dust stopped for a moment.

“Hmmm” she said, eyeing the discarded clothing. “Hey, tell you what. I’ll cut off the legs and make ‘em into shorts for you. How’s that sound?” Dash was taken aback slightly by this display of actual thought and care.

“Yeah, that…thanks, Dust.” She said. Dust looked down at her, frowning.

“What’s wrong? You sound so surprised.”

“Well…why are you doing this, again? I don’t get you. I thought you hated me after what happened.”

“I did.” Said Dust, picking out a pair of black shorts before closing the wardrobe. The blonde mare smiled sadly as she went to dress Dash, pulling the white shirt over her head and down over her now almost totally smooth shoulders. Dash tried to push the issue further.

“So…”

“Look, I don’t really like talking about it.” Said Dust suddenly, looking a little frustrated. “I’m not gonna throw you off a cloud or anything, don’t worry. Consider this therapy, or something. That’s what Spitfire told me.”

“I thought you volunteered?” said Dash, as Lightning picked up her shorts and moved towards her lower end. Dust laughed.

“Well, kinda. I want to do this, but it was her idea in the first place. Thought it would be good for me.”

“But why do you want to do this?”

“Because….cause…how the hell am I meant to get these on with this thing in the way?!” said Dust, exasperated as she struggled to fit Dash’s package into her shorts. Rainbow Dash looked down at the struggle taking place around her crotch and shook her head.

“You’re doing it all wrong, you’re trying to force it! Work with my junk, not against it!” she said, like a coach at practice.

“They should have cut this off too, this is ridiculous.” Said Dust, as she stretched the fabric wider than she thought it could possibly go to accommodate the mass of dark flesh.

“Don’t joke about that!”

After somehow getting Dash dressed, Lightning took her downstairs and offered to make lunch. To Rainbow Dash’s great relief, Lightning actually did know how to cook, or at least how to make basic meals. French toast hit a spot that had been needing filled for a while now, even if she did hae to suffer the indignity of having Dust feed it to her piece by piece. As Dash ate, Lightning told her how she prided herself on being very self-sufficient, which meant that she had learned most of the skills she would need for her new job well in advance.

“Heh, lucky for you” said Rainbow, in between bites. “It’s almost like you were prepping for this!”

“Yeah, lucky me, har har” said Dust, shoving a forkful of toast into the limbless pony’s mouth with a bit more force than was strictly necessary. She nevertheless seemed to think this over for the rest of the meal, only chatting periodically and with short, curt replies whenever Dash thought of something to ask.

The rest of the day was fairly dull. Dash begged for her wings to be unbound, but found no joy in her attempts. Apparently Spitfire had been serious when she had told Rainbow to rest, and as the official caretaker, Dust would be the one held responsibly if Dash showed up for her first day of practice tired out. The captain may have no limbs, but she was still an intimidating figure when she wanted to be. Which was most of the time, frankly.

The two pegasi spent most of the afternoon and evening sitting around either talking about what they had each been up to or, more often, simply reading. Lightning wasn't exactly brimming with enthusiasm when talking about her own past since parting ways with Dash, so direct personal questions were quickly and quietly ditched. Dash still wasn't sure what her deal was, but whatever it was, Lightning wasn't just going to up and tell her anytime soon.

Reading quickly became the order of the day. Dash of course required the pages of her Daring Dash book to be turned by Lightning, but she was a slow enough reader that Lightning was free to read on her own. She wasn’t the most voracious reader but it was something to pass the time, at least. Rainbow’s reading material was limited to the Daring Do series (towards which she was a little ambivalent compared to some ponies she knew) and various trashy magazines that lay in a drawer in her room. Dust flicked through them all. Sports, sports, the Daring Do Fan Magazine, some lame old comic book stuff…and of course, Wonderbolt fanzines.

Dust picked one out and looked at it. The cover had a shot of the Wonderbolts flying in a bold arrow formation, viewed from directly beneath. There was Spitfire at the very tip, flanked by Soarin and Blaze, with Fleetfoot and Rapidfire making up the left and right edges of the formation. There they were, eyes and faces mostly hidden by their outfits and goggles, mane and tails streaking out behind them, wings at full stretch, and of course the outline of their cock and balls pressing against the skin-tight fabric of their iconic suits. They really were like something out of a film-impossibly cool, completely iconic, irresistibly sexy…

“Hey, Dust, need a page turned over here!” said Dash, from her bed. Dust shook her head and put the magazine back down into the drawer before heading over to her charge. While she was there, she asked if there were any other Daring Do books she could borrow. She felt like a bit of escapism right now.

After a hastily made light dinner, Dust decided to treat Dash to a bath. The limbless pegasus seemed to go quiet as the water was run, and eventually Dust asked her what was up.

“I guess…this really drives it home. This is forever. I can’t even wash myself…” she said, half-smiling. “I really need you, huh?” Dust knelt down and soothed whatever words of comfort she could think off into her ear.

“It’s not so bad. Hey, look, once you show up for practice tomorrow you’ll see that it’s all worth it, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah…yeah, tomorrow! My first day!” said Dash, eyes glimmering again. “Thanks, Dust!”

“Yeah, don’t mention it” replied the blonde mare, suddenly embarrassed. “Now let’s get you all washed up before bed, need you nice and fresh for your big day tomorrow, ok?”

Dust carried Rainbow into the bathroom. The tub was about half full, which was enough for Dash’s new body. Lightning pulled off Rainbow’s shirt and then, with considerably more effort, managed to take her shorts off as well, earning herself a slap in the face from Dash’s cock for her trouble.

“Hey, watch it!” she protested, rubbing her cheek as she stared down at the floppy meat. Dash sniggered.

“Hey, it’s your own fault. What did I tell you earlier, you gotta work with it, not against it!”

“Yeah, yeah, duly noted.” Mumbled Dust, before picking up the cyan pegasus and unceremoniously dumping her in the tub. The water splashed around as the limbless pony went under for a brief moment before popping back up again, the water too shallow to offer any real danger.

“Watch yourself Dash!” said Dust, grinning. “You gotta work with me…”

Cleaning Dash was fairly straightforward, and she had learned to cooperate fully after her little dunking session. The only real issue was trying not to get shampoo in her eyes. Dust had to admit that there was a certain enjoyment in rubbing her hands into the naked, helpless mare’s coat and feeling those well-defined muscles with her fingertips. Her hands worked their way down from her shoulders all the way down her back, before slowly moving down towards her butt. Like her breasts, Dash’s ass could generously be described as being “petite”, but this was again due to her incredible leanness and athleticism-her butt was firm as iron. Much like Dust’s own, actually. Her fingers lingered there a while before moving slightly downwards, causing Dash to tense up.

“H-hey, focus on the washing part there, ok?” she said. Dust shrugged.

“I need to wash all of you, ok? That includes…well, that.” She replied, nodding her had down at the flaccid horse-cock floating in the water in front of Dash. Rainbow couldn’t find a proper counterargument to this line of reasoning, and merely said nothing as Dust started to clean there. Her hands went under the surface and quickly gave the balls a once-over, trying not to press to hard into them for both of their shakes-she could feel feel Rainbow shiver somewhat as her hands moved. They were too big to fit her whole hands over, which meant she was there a little longer than she would have liked.

Then she started to move her hands over the soft flesh of Rainbow’s member, giving extra attention to around the medial ring and just underneath the head. It inevitably hardened under her ministrations, and a now blushing Rainbow Dash was looking anywhere but at Dust as it rose into the air like some sort of sea monster, water dripping off of it. And then it was over, and Dash found herself quietly cursing as her cock continued to throb and pulse, having been woken up only to be swiftly ignored. And that’s what Dust did-she ignored the now erect cock even as she carried Dash into the bedroom to dry her, toweling her off.

When she finished, Dust went to excuse herself, before being stopped by Dash.

“Hey…um…” began Rainbow, avoiding direct eye contact. “I…could you…I mean, you know-“

“No.” said Lightning, firmly.

“Oh, come on, please?”

“I’m not having sex with you just because you’re horny.”

“…how about just a quick blowjob? Come on, you’re killing me here!”

“Dash, you’ve gotta learn some self-discipline.” Said Lightning, putting her arms on her hips. “What if you’re out flying and you get a boner, you gonna ask Soarin to jack you off? Or Spitfire?” she continued, watching as the colour visibly drained from Rainbow’s face at the mention of the Wonderbolt Captain. The helpless mare gulped, and her boner subsided by a tiny amount as she quietly admitted defeat on this front, looking like a sad puppy (albeit one with an enormous cock).

“…This is another Spitfire suggestion, wasn’t it?” said Dash. Dust hesitated a little before answering.

“Well…she certainly approved of it. I did say that you might benefit from learning a little self-discipline…” she admitted, smiling. “But it’s for your own good. Honest."

“Sure doesn’t feel like it…”

“Now come on, time for bed. You wear pajamas or anything?”

“Just a top usually. Hard to get bottoms that are, well, my size…”

Dust retrieved the sky-blue pajama top, leaving the long sleeves to dangle by her side and put it onto the limbless mare. It was long enough that it actually covered most of her now, similar to the gown she had come home in. Lightning tucked Dash into her bed, and the blue mare yawned, tired and ready to sleep. Then she almost chocked as Dust started to undress.

“What?” said Lightning, as she peeled off her top. “Hey, there’s only one bed in this place, right?”

“I thought you’d, I dunno, sleep on the couch or something?” said Dash.

“Uh,no? Real beds for me, please. Don’t get the wrong idea about this. Have you never shared a bed before? Sheesh.” Once she was in her bra and panties, Dust slowly climbed into bed, making sure that Dash was as over to one side as possible at least.

“Night, Dash. Big day tomorrow, try to get to sleep, ok?”

“…ok…” said Dash, as Lightning turned over on her side, her back to Rainbow, and settled into a steady breathy rhythm.

“Hey, don’t pull the covers over.” She said after a while, feeling her warm covering shift over towards Rainbow.

“Can’t really help it, Dust.”

“Huh?” Dust looked around, only to see the cause of the blanket moving over-Dash had pitched a tent, so to speak, and the covers had been displaced in the process. Groaning, Dust turned over again and tried to get to sleep. She felt herself drifting in and out for a while before a strange sound started to keep her awake. It was a wet sort of sound. Almost like someone was…sucking on something. Without turning round, Dust reached out her arm and slapped Dash on the back of the head.

“Stop that.”

“MMM…..Mmhmm…”

“If you don’t I really will throw you off a cloud. OK?” There was a wet popping sound.

“…Ok.”