Windy Whistles Upgrades to Gilf (Non-consenting Version)
Rainbow Dash: #1 Gangrape Victim!
It’d been a tiring show, as it always was, but it’d gone well. Rainbow was as impressive as always, and she’d even convinced her parents to not bring fireworks. That was good; Rainbow was sure Spitfire wouldn’t tolerate any more Wonderbolts getting set on fire mid-show.
That didn’t keep them from following her back to the locker rooms after the show. Most of the Wonderbolts’ parents drew the line well before watching them strip out of their sweaty uniform and shower, but not Rainbow’s.
“You were just wonderful today, Dashie,” Windy Whistles said for the fifth time as Rainbow unzipped her uniform.
“Sure were!” Bow Hothoof added. “And might I say, the hottest mare in the show! When are they gonna make our Dashie captain?”
“Thanks, but they don’t choose the captain with a pose-off, guys,” Rainbow chuckled as she peeled off her uniform. She blushed at her dad saying such a thing, but was used to it.
“Speaking of how toned and alluring our daughter is,” Windy nudged Rainbow with a wing. “When are we getting a grandfoal or three to cheer on?”
“And which Wonderbolt will have the honor of being the father?” Bow added.
“How do you know it’ll be a Wonderbolt?” asked Rainbow, grumbling as she tossed her uniform in with the other dirty ones for washing.
“Oh, come on, Dashie, we know you well enough to know it will be,” Windy giggled.
“Who else would be worthy of a go at the greatest Wonderbolt to ever live?” asked Bow.
“A go?” Rainbow couldn’t believe even he put it like that. “I’m gonna go shower.” This was in danger of getting even worse than usual; it was time for a retreat.
“Do you want us to come with you?” Windy asked excitedly.
“I’ll soap you up good, sweetheart!” Bow claimed.
Oh yeah, definitely worse than usual. Could they at least wait until other Bolts weren’t around to do this?
“I can soap myself up fine, Dad,” Rainbow said between gritted teeth, ignoring the snickers from elsewhere in the locker room. “If you’re so desperate to get a grandfoal, why don’t you interview the Wonderbolts while I’m in the showers. Alone.”
“Sure thing, Dashie!” Windy sounded overjoyed.
“Oh, for Celestia’s fiery giant plot, I was joking!” Rainbow groaned and shook her head. “Do whatever you want.”
Dash headed into the shower, sighing. She was the first in the showers today since most Wonderbolts liked to talk about how awesome they were for a bit first. Rainbow usually did too, and would continue to yammer on about it in the shower. But since her parents were being especially weird today, she wanted to get done as fast as she could.
Half-way through showering, it seemed odd that none of the other Wonderbolts had wandered into the showers too. Rainbow hoped that her folks weren’t pestering them too much. She was rinsed and almost done by the time another entered.
“That’s some mom ya got, Crash,” Fleetfoot chuckled as she took the shower spot next to Rainbow.
“What’s she doing?” deadpanned Rainbow.
“Right now?” smirked Fleetfoot. “Getting Soarin’s big blue dick up the posterior.”
“Oh, stop it,” Rainbow groaned. “Please tell me that was a bad joke.”
“Go take a look,” laughed Fleetfoot. “Haven’t seen anything like this since Stormy Flare staggered into the showers drunk off her plot.”
Rainbow hoped that Fleetfoot was pulling her tail. She pushed through the crowd of her comrades in one corner of the locker room to see, and found that Fleetfoot was not. Dash blushed harder than Applejack getting caught eating strawberries.
There, mere hooves from Rainbow’s locker, was her mother, face down ass up on the floor. Soarin had mounted her, the older mare’s plot firmly in his grasp as he drilled his shaft home into her tight tail pucker. He clenched his teeth, grunting as he packed Windy’s tight behind full.
Rainbow watched Soarin’s sack swing and smack Windy’s drooling slit with each thrust, her honey drooling down her hind legs. As Soarin continued pile-driving her rear, his thick spunk overflowed, oozing strands into a puddle on the floor between Windy’s hind hooves. More oozed forward all over Windy’s signature yellow vest. Given the amount all over the floor and drooling down her legs, Rainbow doubted that Soarin was the first to unload there while she was showering.
Rainbow first thought was that her dad would be peeved, but no. Her father stood a few steps away watching. He sat on his haunches, stroking his own throbbing member with both front hooves. He barely slowed down as he waved at Rainbow.
“Hey Dashie!” Bow said. “Looks like your mom found a real winner, right?”
“What’s going on here?!” Rainbow Dash demanded, hyperventilating from embarrassment.
“Hey Dash.” Thunderlane brushed a wing against Rainbow as he edged up to her right side. “Are you ready to join your mom over there?”
Rainbow could feel Thunderlane’s eyes, and a dozen others, on her. She glanced to her left, finding Silver Zoom eyeing her the same way. They both hung free of their sheaths, understandable given the blatant act of milf-ing in front of them. From the looks of it, they’d already had a go at Windy too. That was some rapid-fire sluttery.
“H-ahh,” Windy looked back at Dash, rolling her hips against Soarin with practiced movements even as his own hips stopped. “Of course she is!” Windy spoke on Rainbow’s behalf. “My Dashie can take all three of you at once!”
“Oh really?” asked Thunderlane, taking the statement at face value.
“Is that so?” asked Silver Zoom.
“Mom!!” Rainbow exclaimed, blushing enough to match the red in her mane.
On one hoof, Rainbow appreciated getting attention from stallions, or mares, especially Wonderbolts. Despite Rainbow’s ego however, she was inwardly reluctant when it came to sex. She wanted to be with a Wonderbolt, but had never rose above considering them heroes, which kept her from making a serious move.
And of course, admitting she was still a virgin wasn’t easy. Not even Fluttershy was a virgin, for crying out loud, yet somehow Dash was. It’d be humiliating for her first stallion to realize that, and she was certain he would.
Her parents, on the other hoof, definitely didn’t realize.
“I think it’s time our little Dashie had a turn,” said Windy. “I’m sure her foal factory is just dripping with anticipation!” She wasn’t wrong.
Soarin pulled free from Windy with a lewd slurp and was seconds from stuffing it into the hole that Rainbow came from when Windy waggled her hips away. She hooked one of her hind hooves around Soarin’s and sent him sprawling onto his back on the floor, a dreamy expression on his face. Windy turned, pushing him flat onto his back with one hoof and waving for Rainbow to approach with the other.
“Ow,” Soarin grunted as he flipped, breathing heavily and looking between Windy and Rainbow.
“That’s enough milf for you, Mister Wonder-Dick,” Windy giggled. “Time for you to bake a hot new milf, and to upgrade me to gilf! Come on over, Dashie. I know a well-fucked mare like you knows the drill.”
“Careful not to break anything, Clipper,” chuckled Spitfire, near the front of the crowd, watching with amusement. “Again.”
“Mom, just…” Rainbow sighed, pushing her hind legs together. As she had just exited the shower, she probably looked more aroused than she was, which wasn’t much. She sighed and tucked her tail downward.
“I want her plot,” Thunderlane said, sliding a hoof back to rub behind Rainbow. It slid across her slit and circled her tight ponut, like he thought he could lubricate the dry hole with a moist one, but there wasn’t much moisture in her current mood.
“Buck you,” Silver Zoom said, pushing Thunderlane’s hoof aside and tracing around Rainbow’s slit with his own. “You’re a reserve. I get first choice, and I call Crash’s ass.”
Thunderlane grunted, “Fine, I’ll just take that muzzle that she’s always bossing me around with.”
Rainbow kicked a hoof back hard, and might have broken something had she impacted either stallion, but they moved out of the way just in time. Rainbow growled at them, making it clear that she wasn’t in the mood. At least it should have made it clear.
“Come on, sweetheart, no need to be shy,” Bow said, giving Rainbow a push toward Soarin from behind, then licking his hoof clean. “Oh honey, you should get a taste of our daughter’s love honey, it is just the best.”
“I just bucking showered,” Rainbow groaned. “That isn’t-“
“Oh, I will,” Windy smirked, interrupting Rainbow. “By licking it off our new son-in-law when she’s done.”
Windy caught Rainbow as she was pushed by Bow and pushed her downward onto Soarin, who was still on his back. Soarin stared, wings spread, with an ‘I can’t believe this’ expression. Rainbow straddled Soarin with her unaroused slit pressed against his already well-used shaft. It wasn’t too well-used to take a dive in Rainbow Gash, apparently, as he was still rock hard.
Rainbow liked Soarin, but definitely wasn’t ready to ruin her awesome figure by letting him put a foal in her. Before she could stand however, Silver mounted, his own meat pulsing against her behind as he wormed it to her tail hole. When she tried to tell them she didn’t want to, Thunderlane’s meat smacked Rainbow in the face, thick and as red as her shamed face.
“Guys, I don’t want-“ Rainbow started.
“That’s it, gather round colts,” Windy smirked, cutting Rainbow off again. She sat on her haunches next to them and leaned in, kissing first Thunderlane and then Silver. She slid a hoof between her own thighs, gathering love honey and spreading it onto Silver’s shaft, lubing him for her daughter’s plot.
Not only did Rainbow’s sense tell her that going from virgin to impregnated on a whim wasn’t a bright idea, her ego was at stake. She didn’t want to be that mare that got knocked up in the locker room during a gangbang in front of most of her comrades and her own parents.
But they weren’t making it easy to get the point across.
Soarin took Windy’s assurance that Rainbow could take it at face value, so he wasn’t gentle with her virgin hole. He lifted her plot, lodged his firm tip between her lips, and yanked her down as he rammed upward. He was large and felt even larger in her unaroused tunnel. A jolt of pain rang through her body as his length ripped through her and slammed into her cervix.
Rainbow would have screamed profanity, but when she opened her muzzle, Thunderlane shoved himself into her maw. He wasn’t much smaller than Soarin, and didn’t hold back either. Rainbow gagged, the shape of his shaft visible through her neck as he rammed her throat, not stopping until his fleshy orbs bounced on her chin.
Dash’s throat treated Thunderlane to the convulsions of her attempted squeals as Silver pushed home into her rear. The lubrication Windy provided him didn’t do much with him plowing a virgin plot. Rainbow shivered as the thick meat invaded her in a way she’d never intended. She thought the vaginal intrusion had hurt, but this gave her a new definition of suffering, the wave of torment sizzling through her and leaving her dazed.
All three stallions thrust roughly, and Rainbow’s brain lit up with something more intense than she ever thought possible. Rainbow had been injured plenty, but this was so much worse, the humiliation of her situation only increasing the pain.
This had escalated from misunderstanding to full-blown gang rape, and Rainbow lashed out. She tried to kick Silver off of her, but he was between her hind legs and she could only flail her legs to either side. She tried to push Thunderlane away so she could scream for them to stop.
To her surprise, Thunderlane and Silver grasped at her forelegs, yanking them back behind her back. It would have been painful if the flood of agony she already felt didn’t drown it out. As Silver held her legs behind her, Thunderlane lodged his hooves against the corner of her muzzle between her teeth to keep her from biting down on him. They weren’t just confused; they were raping her and knew it.
“Mm, our Dashie likes it rough!” Windy commented. Did she have to be that clueless?
“Damn, Crash,” Spitfire commented. “You make me seem decent by comparison. It’s a pity your name didn’t lend itself to a filthier call sign like mine does.”
“And what’s your call sign, fire crotch?” Bow turned his attention briefly away from his daughter’s gang rape.
“Swallowfire,” Spitfire narrowed his eyes at him. “You want to know why?”
“I have a guess!” Bow grinned.
“Hey, Miss Crash’s Mom,” Spitfire called over to Windy. “Is it okay if I blow your husband?”
“Sure thing, sweetie!” Windy nodded at Spitfire, most of her attention on Rainbow at the moment.
“How about that,” grinned Spitfire. “You’re the only one to say yes to that question… other than my own mom.”
The conversation enraged Rainbow, her own captain about to get it on with her dad as Dash was raped a few hooves away. All she could do was writhe as she bounced about like a rag doll. She teared up, but tried hard not to break down completely, the last bit of her ego holding on by a thread. She kept waiting for somepony to both clue in on what was happening and stop it, but nopony did.
All their bodies crashed together in a chorus of wet sticky flesh; so much for the shower. She collapsed onto Soarin, her hind legs giving out and kicking against the floor in desperation as they violated her body. Her belly swelled on the in thrust as her pelvis strained to keep it all contained, but it felt like it was near cracking. She tried to look down at Soarin, hoping that he didn’t realize he was making a rape foal, but couldn’t look down with Thunder’s cock lodged in her throat.
Windy waved a flag with Rainbow’s cutie mark in one hoof as she caressed Thunder’s swinging sack with another. To that point, Rainbow thought she was being clueless, but Windy leaned down and licked her daughter’s face, tasting her tears. Rainbow could see her mother’s expression, how she savored the look of agony and humiliation on her daughter’s face. Rainbow tried to scream in rage, but only made her throat convulse more delightfully on the shaft ramming her gut.
“That’s it! Go Dashie!” smiled Windy. “You are just the BEST little rape victim ever!”
“That’s our daughter!” Bow was every bit as enthusiastic, waving a flag with one hoof.
His other hoof gripped Spitfire’s head. He sat up, pushing her muzzle down to his crotch. Spitfire slurped his already exposed shaft, swallowing against the tip and sliding it into her throat without the slightest hint of a gag reflex. She swallowed to massage it in her throat as she bobbed her head and turned so she could watch Dash get a triple-pounder.
Rainbow’s eyes met Spitfire’s, and the team captain grinned around Bow’s shaft, letting her knew she would not stop what was happening. In fact, Spitfire was getting off on it, rubbing herself with one hoof. Spitfire had always been sadistic, but Dash hadn’t known how much.
“Are you close to giving me a grandfoal?” Windy whispered to Soarin as she lowered her head and licked his face too. “I bet that’s the best pussy you’ve ever had, willing or not!” She moved back up and lapped fresh tears from her daughter’s face. “Come now, don’t be shy. SOB for mommy.”
“Nngh,” Soarin was in no shape to talk, but nodded.
“Tsk, foal-making takes such a toll on most stallions,” Windy giggled. “Here, dear, let me help.”
Windy slid around behind the group, ducking her head between the two violently thrusting stallions and ran her tongue over Soarin’s ball sack. She slurped one and then the other, cleaning her daughter’s bloody cunt honey from each before nibbling at Rainbow’s nether regions.
“Mm, so proud of you Dashie,” Windy said as she took a long lap, feeling Dash’s tightly stretched lips around Soarin’s shaft, enjoying how they twitched in unwilling torment. “You two are just going to make the best grandfoal ever!”
Rainbow couldn’t take it anymore. She had trusted everypony in here with her life, and now they were defiling her, or masturbating as they watched her defilement. She finally broken, sobbing outright as she continued to gag on the rape-stick jammed down her throat. Windy purred, letting the sound of her daughter’s weeping wash over her ears.
“That’s it, let it out Dashie,” moaned Window, rubbing herself with one hoof. “You’re gonna make Mommy cum SO hard!”
Good for her because Dash sure as Tartarus wasn’t cumming She wouldn’t for a month after this. Worst of all, everypony knew they’d get off without punishment. Rainbow wouldn’t dare risk her place in the Wonderbolts or face the ego-assassination of letting it get out what happened to her here. It’d be less mortifying to pretend that she wanted it; it wasn’t like anypony would be surprised that she got knocked up by Soarin.
“This is just like how you were made, Dashie,” groaned Bow, about to blast his own load into Spitfire’s throat. “Don’t you worry: Your mom got used to it, and so will you.”
“That’s right!” Windy confirmed. “Our Dashie is even sexier than Mommy when she’s raped though! You are just the best at crying!”
Rainbow squealed, or at least made a valiant attempt before gagging more. Windy purred and lapped once more at Rainbow’s stretched pussy, the merest touch causing more pain. She creamed herself as hard as she promised as she watched both her daughter’s holes brutally raped. All Rainbow could do was try to scream, which just delighted her tormentors more.
The vibrations of said screams set Thunderlane off first, and Rainbow drowned in thick seed. She couldn’t remember the last time she breathed, but didn’t care how much bluer than usual her face was. That was the least of her problems. Dash might have passed out, but after blasting a few spurts into her belly, Thunderlane yanked free to give her face a bath in it. She drooled cum like a rabid whore as her face got a coat of white paint. The cum burned at her eyes as she continued sobbing. Her voice echoed through the locker room as her muzzle was unplugged, eliciting a round of laughter and jeering from her trusted comrades.
Silver and Soarin went off together, so tightly packed that none escaped as they expelled their hot load. Rainbow’s belly swelled until she looked pregnant already as her womb and gut flooded with thick spunk. They continued packing her full like a pair of jackhammers ramming her from behind until the impacts caused her to knock Thunderlane onto his back.
Silver let Dash’s front legs go, but Rainbow was too broken to fight now. She let them drop and collapsed further. Soarin moaned, taking her weeping face in both front hooves and forcing a long and wet kiss on her. He lapped Thunderlane’s jizz out of her muzzle, muffling her sobbing for a moment, then pulled his face back. For a moment he stared at her face as if enjoying the suffering and humiliation there. She had never been so ashamed.
“It’s a good thing your mom warmed us up or I don’t think I’d lasted long,” panted Silver. He raised his voice so the others would hear him over Rainbow’s crying.
“That’s what moms are for!” smiled Windy.
Rainbow wanted to scream at her for that, but couldn’t make herself speak any further. She ceased crying so much only because she felt like she was out of tears. Her whole body still stung inside and out.
“Go Dashieeeee,” Bow did his best to cheer, though he had trouble. He grasped Spitfire’s head in both front hoofs and rammed his own load down her gulping throat. True to her nickname, she didn’t spill a drop.
“Stop whining like a little bitch, Crash,” Spitfire chuckled as she pulled her head back from Bow. “Shit happens; deal with it.”
“Does this mean me and Dash are getting married?” panted Soarin when he came out of his fuck-coma.
“Only if you want to live, sweetie,” Windy smiled. She was as protective of Dash’s foal as she was dismissive of her emotional well-being, it seemed.
Snap! There was a click and a camera flash as Soarin and Silver pulled free. There were a few more flashes as their excess spunk poured from both Dash’s rear entries. Windy wasted no time fulfilling her previous promise, going down on Soarin’s spent dick to taste her daughter’s bloody wetness. Another snap got that too.
“Wow!” Scootaloo fangirled. “I just caught the moment that I became an aunt! Sorta.”
“Best aunt ever!” Bow encouraged, cock still hanging out.
“Oh my Celestia, who let her in here?” gagged Rainbow.
“Yeah, maybe we should hire security at some point,” Spitfire chuckled as she wiped her muzzle on a towel. “Somepony confiscate that camera.”
Rainbow could only stare at the floor as her parents, comrades, and number one fan casually talked about her new rape-foal. She wanted to go to her friends, but knew her ego would never let her admit to this humiliation. On top of that, even if she wasn't kicked out for telling, she'd still be ostracized by the other Wonderbolts until she quit.
Rainbow buried the pain deep inside her instead and wiped off her tears. This was her life now.
