Author's Note

Tags: Solo masturbation, futanari, autofellatio, and... is self-cock worship a thing?
Written in two and a half hours.

Rainbow Has Fun With Herself

Rainbow Dash, clad in shirt and sweatpants, sat against a tree in Sweet Apple Acres; she sat panting. It keeps happening! The summertime breeze felt pleasant brushing her coat, the crisp summer heat was almost unbearable, but a downside was that subtle winds felt like fingers on what was nestled between her legs. She may as well have been naked, the veritable column of flesh that was her cock ran down the side of her thigh, her erect fifteen inch meat ending at the knee. It always made her feel so hot when it roused for the attention of her touch. It was thicker than her arm, the unflared tip of her horsecock made the seams of her pants strain, the sight of the throbbing member she thought incomparably hot. She adored her dick.

She brought her nimble fingers to the waistband of her pants, the elastic baggy apparel useful for hiding her secret in the first place, but also eased her access to her fleshy appendage. She wasted no time in freeing her beast, her fingers struggling to coil around the base of her girthsome cock, and yanked it from the confines of her pants; the tip already dribbled with pre, and the erection smacked against her stomach, staining her loose shirt with pre-cum.

Rainbow was quick to remove her shirt, her breasts topped with pink hard tits. Her cock twitched against her abs, the member leaking her cock juices onto her coat, and she lamented it wasn’t into her mouth. Her fingers danced along the length of her shaft, her other went to cumbersome balls, the heavy orbs churning with the constant overabundance of semen.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, the euphoria of pleasuring her cock, her cock, never failed to lose its impact.

Lewd thoughts, dirty thoughts, began to fill every space in her mind. She released a husky groan as the taboo ideas, combined with her touch, made the pleasure from her rod feel like lightning strikes. She resisted the urge to throw back her head, she wanted to keep looking at it, the flat headed tip looking right back at her. She stroked from tip to base, moaning uncaring into the air as her fingers brushed over the medial ring, her grip squeezing the sensitive spot whenever she passed over it.

As she looked at it, her tongue brushed over her lip, and at that moment her swinging twitching cock was the most delectable thing she had ever lain her eyes on. Even outside, her nostrils could only smell the intoxicating aroma of her cock, and her want to taste the source of the dense thick musk was overpowering. Her hips moved of their own accord, as did her hands, and parting jaw. She squeezed up toward the tip, coaxing out more of the pre, readying to make her treat more delectable than she already guessed it was. Every throb prompted the tip to smack against her stomach, smearing more of her coat with her mare-cock’s drool. She got impatient (as she was one to do) when the tool reached her breasts, and cleared the gap between her maw and cock with a single thrust and lurch.

Already her jaw seemed to strain taking the length in her mouth, the girthy meat stretching her jaw to overcapacity. Her legs tensed up, the taste of her cock sent her mind into ecstasy, her eyes clenching shut as pleasure exploded within her like fireworks, each explosion like a sledgehammer of pleasure. Her tongue swirled around the tip, the erection twitching in her mouth as the tongue brushed over the little bumps on her flare, each frolicking movement of the tongue sending thunderbolts throughout her body.

The pleasure was always indescribable, every time she thought she had a grasp on understanding it, it became something new to her again each time. She greedily consumed more of her cock, raising her hips and lowering her neck to take more of it, her cheeks bulging out obscenely as she did. Already she was an addict for her own cock, attempting to gyrate and thrust into her own gullet. Feeling it twitch and throb in her own mouth made her hungrier. She moved her hands to her breasts, pushing the palm fulls together, her breast’s soft contrasting with the flesh of her cock.

She took in so much past her lips, she struggled to breath, but didn’t care at that moment. The air breathed in through her nostrils was heavy with her own scent, which in turn further blurred her mind, only pleasure standing clear as crystal in her head. She felt a pressure mount at the base of her shaft, nearing the edge of orgasm. She lathered what was in her mouth with her saliva, fucking her own mouth with only a want for what was in her balls.

She deepthroated her own marecock now, suppressing gags to the best of her ability as the horse cock hit the back of her throat, her tongue lapping up pre before it could fall down the back of her throat. Rainbow at that moment fell in love with the cock, undoubtedly. She wanted to service it, to please it. It was attached to her, but it owned her. She was a slave to its whims, to pleasing it, to making it feel good. In return for her service, it made her feel good too.

The vibrations in her throat as she moaned were just another thing to add to the pile of actions making her feel good. She fluttered her eyes shut as she neared orgasm, not even bracing for the coming torrent of seed. She wouldn’t tense up for something she wanted to dearly. Her neck did go limp however, leaning back against the tree, it was her hips that did all the work now. She began to fuck her own mouth, not even imagining fucking anything else. It was her mouth she wanted to cum in.

Her body fell limp as the warm sticky mess fired from her cock like a cannon, smacking the back of her throat, orgasm washing over her. Her toned legs tensed as the erection flared in her mouth, her teeth pressing painfully into her meat’s rough flesh, but she didn’t care. Her dick pulsated within her jaw as rope after rope fired into her mouth, soon filling her stomach completely. As she felt her stomach fill with seed, and she tasted the salty bitter treat pouting from her cock, she felt her a wave of pleasure wash over again; a second orgasm traveled up her body like an electric current, and her already spent balls released more ropes of cum down her throat. Her stomach became full, and a pressure grew in her mouth, and soon her marecock was forcibly pushed out from her mouth; semen being coughed out her mouth, plastering her breasts with mare cum, her softening cock smacking against her thigh.

She closed her eyes, savoring the afterglow. She chuckled, her laugh more a growl, her throat sticky with cum. Her cock quivered to softness, her hands by her sides as she rode it out for as long as she could, wearing a blanket of bliss. She realized how moist her coat felt. She worked up a sweat, even though she wasn’t at it too long. She knew the stomach of cum would inconvenience her, and she was thankful she could fly, remembering her folded wings behind her back. She oddly found herself forgetting a lot of herself when she got too lost in achieving pleasure. She chastised herself internally for allowing things to get out of hand again, sighing at the preposterous thoughts that would oft go through her head. Rainbow would forget everything in her pursuit of ecstasy.

With a blissful sigh she parted her eyes, legs wide, her soft cock hanging over her large balls; the tip still spilling cum onto the grass. Immediately she found herself going bug eyed, jaw tight, body frozen. In front of her, about four feet away, stood a familiar friend… and she looked hungry.