Scootaloo Springs Up

Dash woke up the next morning unable to move.

During the night she’d happened to roll over on her back. It wasn’t uncommon for her. Oftentimes she’d move around in her sleep. This time though, she’d managed to do a full roll right next to Scootaloo, whose big, muscular arm was laying on top of her.

“Urgh,” Dash wiggled to her left. It was unbelievable how big and heavy her limp arm was. It was like being pinned under a log. Dash gripped Scootaloo’s arm a little harder and stopped for a second. She wrapped both her hands around the thick, corded muscle of Scootaloo’s bicep to get a feel for the power, the size of it. Then with one hand still resting on the muscle, Dash reached down and fondled her left breast. Her suspicion was immediately confirmed.

Dashs big tits were smaller than Scootaloo’s biceps.

A brief pain throbbed in her chest as soon as Rainbow had clambered out of bed. Dash hefted both her tits up, feeling the familiar tightness and the gentle sloshing within. Looks like she’d had to drain her ladies again.

As Dash walked to the bathroom she stopped to glance over Scootaloo’s big body. If anything she looked even larger than before she went to bed last night. Now she had to be over a foot taller than her. Was she already over seven foot?

Dash shuddered at the thought. It was already imposing enough to be eye level with Scootaloo’s massive breasts. But to be only tall enough to meet her belly button?

Scootaloo let out a soft sigh and rolled over on the bed away from Dash. There were small tears forming along the back of the T-shirt she had on, her bulging traps tenting the straining fabric to their limits. If Scootaloo were to wake up and stretch right now there was no doubt in Dash’s mind that the shirt would just explode in tatters right in front of her and expose Scootaloo’s over-sized breasts, muscular body, perfect nip-

Dash slapped herself in the face to shoo that thought away. Even with that out there, her pussy was already beginning to moisten at the thought. How the heck was she going to handle living with Scootaloo for the rest of the summer like this? She would have to steel her resolve. First things first, she was going to have to continue her daily draining.

The next week passed in a blur. Every day it seemed like Scootaloo was growing a little bigger. Not as much as her exemplary growth spurt the other day but slowly and steadily, at least a half inch per day. On Monday she was 7’2” and had to use two chairs to sit down at the dining table. The big house Dash was living now seemed a lot smaller to Scootaloo and the thundering of her footsteps echoed loudly wherever she stepped. By Thursday Scootaloo swelled even larger to a towering 7’5” tall. Training was now pointless. There was nothing Rainbow Dash could do to challenge her titan of a pupil any longer. Their daily runs left Dash in the dust every single time. Exercising downstairs was becoming more difficult only because the basement ceiling was lower than the ones upstairs in her otherwise spacious home, meaning Scootaloo’s head was touching the ceiling. The bench-press was completely pointless to her, and Scootaloo was getting more out of the bar by using it as a huge long dumbbell, pumping well over three hundred pounds of weight in a single arm. Dashs traditional arm wrestling exercise was a total joke -Dash could stand up and strain with both limbs at Scootaloo’s arm and would still not be able to budge her. Scootaloo had more power in two of her fingers than Dash had in her entire body.

Scootaloo loved to flaunt it too. On more than one occasion she’d continue to ‘accidentally’ reveal herself to Dash. Sometimes it was innocuous enough like a repeat of walking out of the shower with only 1 small towel. Other times she’d begin undressing right in front of Dash, exiting the room and pulling off an overstretched t-shirt to let her big globular breasts slap against her chest and serve up an eyeful of delicious backboob. The large size clothes that she had bought were already becoming too small, and the second week after she bought them, had returned most of them for even larger sizes. Even the princess sized shoes were outgrown, and Scootaloo was wearing the specially made sneakers for Celestia. They were the biggest possible shoes in existence and Scootaloo fit into those like a glove.

And still, she was growing.

“I’m heading out for the night, not too long, okay, Dash?” Scootaloo asked again one night, putting on some ill-fitting clothes and slipping into her sneakers.

“Sure. Just don’t stay out too long,” Dash withheld any comments about getting into trouble. There was no doubt Scoot could handle herself just fine. Now approaching 7’7” the teen was two feet taller than she was, and the shoes even gave her another inch. If this kept up Dash would be staring at her navel soon.

Scootaloo walked over to Dash and wiggled her cellphone assuredly. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gone too long. If I am, just call me.”

Dash gulped, her eyes roaming over the perfect six pack abs and straining breasts directly in front of her. “Uhuh.”

“See you later,” Scootaloo said with a sly grin, turning around and departing out the door. Even with her big front door it was comically small now compared to her. Everything practically was.

Once she was gone Dash ran to her bed and stripped off her clothes, fingers almost immediately finding their way into her pussy. One hand flew up to her fat, engorged tit, giving the slightly turgid flesh a needy squeeze. She was so fucking wet already it was insane. It was insane. This whole situation. How huge Scootaloo had gotten. She was so fucking big, and strong, and sexy and powerful and next to her she was so tiny and weak and all she wanted was to just run her fingers over her body and explore the physique of an amazon-

“AH AAAAAAAUUH!”Dash screamed her first orgasm, rocking through her body like an out of control earthquake. With Scoot out of the house she could scream all she wanted. There was sudden dampness on her other hand. Small streams of breast milk squirted from her nipples and Dash, in the throes of her orgasm, tugged on it and squirted even more all over her torso, riding out the powerful sensation for as long as she could.

Finally, after over a minute, the orgasm winded down and Dash rolled her eyes back to reality. Well, her bedspread was ruined again. Plus, she was a total mess now. There were juices and milk all over the covers mixing together to make one hell of a sweet aroma. Dash sighed and weakly pulled her shirt over her leaking tits. Her over-productive tits immediately stained the fabric and bled through. This was the second time she’d done this in a week. It was also the second time she’d have to wash them. Rainbow dejectedly balled up her blankets and woozily walked to the laundry room, stuffing them inside and running a wash.

“I’ve really gotta stop doing this on my bed,” muttered Dash, wandering tiredly to the bathroom. A long hot bath was something she hadn’t had in ages but right now, she felt like she could use one. Dash ran the water hot, then switched it to warm and slowly descended inside with a drawn out “Aaaah.”

This was something Rarity did all the time and loved dearly. Rainbow felt it took too much time out and only took baths when her body was tired from a full body workout. Submerged under the hot water, breasts bobbing like two buoys, Dash still found herself just as horny as she was earlier. Her fingers drifted down once more to the needy space between her legs, her mind filling with images of herself in this tiny space with Scootaloo, the huge girl filling the tub and more. Maybe just a little bit more self play would sate her needs…

Two hours later a very exhausted Rainbow Dash finally stumbled out of the master bathroom, flushed and mostly clean. The towel was cinched loosely around her hips and Dash didn’t even bother covering her chest. It was late, sure, but Scootaloo hadn’t called. Walking down the hall to her room, Dash paused and swiveled towards the laundry room. Of course she’d forget to throw it in the drier. With an annoyed groan, Dash bent over and stuffed the sheets in. The towel around her hips slid off and fell around her ankles instantly.

“Fuck it,” Dash stood up and stretched, her spine and joints popping a little bit. She was going to be wearing her PJs in two minutes anyway. Dash tossed the towel into the washer with several others and ran that too. Idly fingering a nipple felt good, but as much as she had used them earlier she was absolutely going to have to drain them once more. Rainbow flipped her long hair behind her back and walked into her room, flicking the lights on.

“Hey, Rainbow,” a familiar voice rang out.

“WHA-!?” Dash swiveled her head around dumbly and there was Scootaloo reclining on her bed, one arm propping up her head and the other cradling her small cell phone.

“What were- Scootaloo! I didn’t know you were here!” Dash's hands flew to cover herself, despite knowing she’d just given Scootaloo a full display. “Why didn’tcha call me?”

Scootaloo shifted her long legs so they were on the bed. She took up a lot of space now. “Sent you a text message. Didn’t you get it?”

“I… well.” Dash flinched. She usually had those set to silent since Pinkie sent her a million funny links and photos almost every day. “Didn’t check that, no.”

“My bad, next time I’ll call,” Scootaloo flipped her phone around. “Thought you weren’t home, Rainbow Dash. Looks like you were in the big bathroom, huh? I didn’t look there. Didn’t know you took baths still.”

“Only sometimes,” Dash said hurriedly. “Don’t look.”

Rainbow turned around and pulled her dresser open, grabbing a fistful of whatever garments were in the drawer and quickly slinking into the bathroom.

A minute later Dash walked out of the bathroom wearing the outfit she’d snatched. It was one of those comfortable summer outfits she’d wear when Rarity demanded Dash show up somewhere ‘not dressed for the gym’. A sexy short dark rose colored sleeveless top with a big V-cut neckline that exposed most of her cleavage and cut off right at the top of her belly. The shorts she had on matched and were form fitting, coming down to mid-thigh and hugging her curves tightly.

Scootaloo had put her phone away and was idly thumbing through a magazine. She looked up and noticed Dash walk in, biting her lip slightly.

“Nice,” she commented, putting the magazine away and propping up her head to look at Dash. “Those are some sexy pajamas.”

“Thanks,” Dash blushed a little and climbed into bed, rolling onto her back. She felt small and naked again without the blankets on the bed. The cool air in her room caressed her exposed stomach.

“So,” Scootaloo adjusted herself on the bed and laid flat on her back as well, long legs extending far past Dash’s off the bed “Where’re the blankets?”

“In the wash,” Dash said quickly, playing with her hands. “They’re dirty. It’s blanket wash night.”

Scootaloo made a thoughtful noise and got out of bed, sauntering over to the door to turn off the lights. It seemed she was ready for bed as well. She was wearing a pair of Dash’s panties, which were stretched so tightly the band was practically spaghetti string, making it resemble a thong more than anything. The fabric vanished deep between her two globular cheeks. One of Dashs old T-shirts was also proudly pulled onto her huge body. It was so small that the hem of the shirt just about reached to below her areola, and there were already large rips and holes along the sides of her breasts. In fact, it seemed to be mostly in tatters now that Dash was studying it closely. Only a few defiant rectangular stretched threads kept the shirt from completely exploding off her body.

“Is there something on my shirt?” Scootaloo asked innocently.

“Buh,” Dash shook her head. Staring again. “You mean my shirt? It uh, doesn’t look like it’s uh, fitting you too well.”

“Yeah it doesn’t, huh?” Scootaloo flexed her traps, causing the fabric to pop and tear even further. “Your clothes can barely hold me in.”

Scootaloo hit the lights and sat back into bed, the whole mattress shaking with the force of her body slamming down. There was a quiet, tense silence between them for a short few minutes.

“How’s it so cold in here?” Asked Scootaloo, turning to look down at Dash.

Rainbow cleared her throat. “Central air is set to 68 during summer nights. Because of the uh, humidity. I also sleep better with blankets on so that balances out.”

“Ah,” Scootaloo seemed satisfied with that answer. “So how’re you sleeping now?

“Not feeling sleepy. Maybe I will in fifteen minutes. Maybe I’ll just lay here until the blankets are done drying.”

Another pregnant pause.

“So where were you anyway? This is like the second time you’ve gone out somewhere this week? I’m not nosy but uh, if it’s not a big deal-“

“I was with Sweetie Belle,” replied Scootaloo nonchalantly. “At her place. Both times.”

Rainbow Dash felt her heart skip a beat. “Oh, that’s cool. What were you two up to?”

“Having the craziest sex together.”

Dash inhaled sharply at the remark, her eyes widening with vivid flashbacks to the day at the lake.

“Not for too, too long, but it’s been so much fun,” Scootaloo barreled on, no hint of restraint in her voice. “I’d call in ahead of time and when I get there, she’s waiting for me dressed in this sexy lingerie stuff that belongs to her sister but it looks waaay hotter when she’s wearing it. Then I go in there and kiss her real hard on the lips, and start playing with her breasts and stuff. She makes these super cute moans and noises when I’m touching them. Sometimes she bites my neck a little and that feels good but I wouldn’t do that to her because I might mess up her skin, so instead I just nibble her ear a little and squeeze her big ass.”

Nothing else on this planet could have Dash’s attention more than this story. Her body was starting to feel really hot.

“So, after kissing her a bunch and stuff I usually turn around and start eating her out. Y’know, like standing over her on my knees. But since I’m so much bigger than she is Sweetie can’t really do anything for me besides rubbing my legs and screaming a lot when I make her cum. Which is a lot because my tongue is also bigger too." Scootaloo stuck her long tongue out and lewdly wiggled it around.

Dash stayed absolutely still, resisting the urge to touch herself despite how wet and hot it was getting in her crotch.

“So, I stuck my fingers into her pussy and really got them in deep and she said afterwards that it was almost as good as being fucked by the real thing. She was really super tight inside, and I had two of my fingers up to my knuckles. After I made her cum like a gaziliion times I sat back and she ate me out. It’s the best feeling. Apparently my clit is a little bigger too because Sweetie found it and made me have an orgasm like right away. I almost squeezed her head too hard when I came the second time.”

“Yeah?” Dash breathed, feeling her chest rise and fall. Scootaloo wasn’t the world’s best storyteller but what she was saying got her turned on so hard so fast it was impossible to think. Her nipples were perked up beneath her shirt and begging to be played with and her shorts were going from damp to soaked in no time.

“Oh yeah. After we were both done me and her just laid down together in her bed for a bit and we just touched each other for a little while. She’s so soft and smooth. I love squeezing her big butt with my hands. I can’t even get my hand around one of them, her butt is so big.”

“Nng,” Dash felt her pussy throb. She was aching now. Sweat was starting to form on her forehead. The room didn’t feel so cold anymore. “That’s uh, sure interesting, Scoot. I guess you and Sweetie are an item now, huh?”

“Nah,” Scootaloo said.

Dash cocked her head to look at Scootaloo, who was looking at her hungrily. “But you uh, just said you did all those things wit-“

“Yeah but she’s not the one I want. As cute and sexy as I think she is, I don’t want her.”

In a flash belying her size Scootaloo swept her leg up and over Dash, straddling and pinning her beneath her nearly eight foot tall body.

“Wha- Scootaloo?” Dash wheezed. Celestia, she was HEAVY. Dash looked to her right and found herself face to face with Scootaloo’s bulging calves and thighs, her folded leg so big and long that her knee extended past her head and touched the headboard. To Dash’s left, Scootaloo’s other leg fell off the bed and judging from the angle, was planted firmly on the floor.

Scootaloo’s upper body loomed above her, the underside of those swollen, heavy tits practically glistening in the moonlight. The smirk on Scootaloo’s face was telltale of her own arousal.

“I want you.”

In her position struggling was pointless. Dash wriggled anyway, trying to get her right arm free. “But all that stuff with Sweetie Belle-“

“Was fun. Is fun. I totally want to keep seeing her because she loves my body and I love hers. Ever since I was little though, it wasn’t Sweetie Belle I wanted. It might sound kind of lame or mean or whatever, but I did want to try getting a little experience before trying anything with you. Reading about stuff on my phone can only give so much advice,” explained Scootaloo, grinding her pussy into Dashs.

“Plus, I know you want me. I know you want me bad,” Scootaloo remarked.

“I- uh, but we, how-“ Dash stammered, her mind racing.

“C’mon Dash, I started noticing you noticing me noticing you like, the day after I grew taller than you. Every day after, when I got bigger and stronger you kept looking at me more and more. It wasn’t the usual looking at me noticing. I saw you checking out my legs, or my arms, and my tits.”

Scootaloo leaned back and inhaled deeply, stretching her arms over her head and flexing in a double bicep pose. The old shirt finally gave up the ghost and the garment tore loudly, falling apart in tatters off her chest in an epic display of size and power. The ribbons that remained drifted down around Dash’s face and chest like dead leaves.

Completely free and nude from the waist up, Scootaloo flexed her muscles and moaned, dragging her fingers all over up and around her massive, powerful body. Now that her huge breasts were free and no longer constrained they looked even larger before. With one free hand, Scootaloo reached down and wrapped her fingers around the soaked fabric of her panties and pulled that off with a wet snap, tossing the garment aside.

Scootaloo scooched back so she was resting her hips on Dash’s knees, and bent over to rest her big, heavy tits on Dash’s chest.

“Oh sweet Celestia,” Rainbow gasped, overwhelmed by the warmth, the weight and the sheer size. These tits dwarfed her own hefty hooters -they had to be three times the size. Their full weight was incredible and Dash felt almost out of breath. Each one of Scootaloo’s hefty breasts had to be thirty pounds each. Rainbow felt something stiff poking the side of her right boob and blindly reached up to move it, and blinked hard, realizing she had three fingers curled around the thick rubbery stiffness of Scootaloo’s nipple.

After letting Dash get to know her assets for a few more seconds, Scootaloo lowered her head and got face to face with the much smaller woman, her flushed face and full lips inches away. “Well, that’s pretty much everything I had to say, I think. So, what’re we gonna do in this bed?”

Dash leaned up and kissed her. Hungrily, sloppily, desperately, the only way she knew how to kiss. Scootaloo reciperated with force, her larger tongue wrestling itself around Dash’s and pushing deeper inside her mouth. Despite Dash’s best efforts, she could barely keep up with the intense make-out. Years of quiet, simmering lust from the teen boiled over to the surface and the flurry of kissing was overwhelming. The hefty weight on her chest and Scootaloo’s body heat had her sweating and out of breath in less than forty seconds. The tiny feminine pants and gasps escaping Scootaloo’s lips between every hurried oral embrace belied her now huge size. Dash writhed in arousal under the giant, sweat running down her face in small streams.

After what seemed like an eternity Scootaloo let up, panting lightly and pulling herself up slightly.

“AH….ha…. whoa,” Dash inhaled deeply, sucking in the cool air as the crushing weight on her was torso relieved.

Scootaloo placed her big hand on the side of Dash’s cheek. “You okay, Dash? You look like you’ve ran a marathon.”

“I kinda did,” replied Dash, turning into Scootaloo’s palm. It was nearly big enough to encompass her face. “There’s just… y’know. So much of you now.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“Where did you learn.. to kiss like that?” asked Dash, smacking her lips.

“Sweetie and me practiced a lot.” Scootaloo sighed happily. “She’s a really good kisser, but not as fast as a kisser as you. A lot gentler. Slower.”

Scootaloo adjusted herself on the bed, pulling her leg back onto the bed and reclining next to Dash, one arm propping up her head. The other arm slid down to the space between Dash’s legs. It was like a swamp down there. Hot, moist, sticky.

“You should take your top off.”

“Why?” Dash said dumbly.

“Cause I’m gonna rip it off if you don’t.”

And with that comment, Scootaloo dug two fingers into the waistband of Dash’s shorts and pulled them all the way down and off her her legs in one swift motion. Not wanting to argue or risk ruining one of her best tops, Dash pulled her sweat-soaked top over her head and threw it off to the side; bare breasts slapping against her chest and wobbling awkwardly. There was the slightest pain there too. They were starting to get full again.

“Now for some real fun,” Scootaloo cocked her arm and stuck her index finger inside Dash’s waiting pussy.

“OHH!” Dash arched her back instantly. Although in the past she’s fingered herself plenty of times, this was a whole nother level. It was like having a medium sized dildo stuck up inside of her, but at the same time so SO different. Scootaloo was wiggling her finger, then exploring deeper up to the knuckle and moving the tip back and forth and Rainbow was writhing on the bed and gasping and clenching hard and then Scootaloo twisted her finger back and forth-

“OHHFFFFUUCK!” Dash came hard, thrusting herself up and down and clamping down hard on Scootaloo’s big, long finger, her pussy lips milking that digit for all its worth and squirting a shower of juices on the bed, her thighs and dribbling down her knuckles.

“FUCK!” finally, Dash collapsed back onto the bed, panting and lolling her tongue. “Fuck… wow.”

“Wow is right,” Scootaloo withdrew her finger and gave it a sniff, followed with a sensuous lick.

“What… whatcha mean?” Dash muttered, her orgasm still reverberating through her body.

Scootaloo smirked. “Well, that was only one finger and look how hard you came. With Sweetie Belle I have to use both fingers.”

And without any hint of giving a break Scootaloo reached down and inserted both her middle and index finger back into Dash’s spasming pussy.

“AGH!” Dash gasped, seeing stars. If she had felt full before this was nothing. Not even close. This was like being fucked by the biggest dick she ever had inside her. Full, warm, wiggling, thick, hard. Dashs mind was whirring, her second orgasm roaring towards an impending encore. Scootaloo wasn’t exploring this time, she was pistoning her fingers in and out at rapid speed, only pausing her rapid thrusting to shove her fingers inside and twist, before repeating her assault. After several more seconds of finger-fucking Scootaloo twisted her fingers in just the right area and hit Dash’s g-spot.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHH! YES!” Dash screamed, crossing her legs and gripping the thin bedsheets for dear life as her second orgasm erupted inside of her like an exploding volcano. She arched her back hard and held herself for a few trembling seconds before collapsing onto the bed in a daze.

“That…was… amazing…” said Dash after collecting herself. “Shit… I can’t… remember the last time I came that hard.”

Scootaloo looked incredibly pleased with herself. “Thanks!” she said cheerfully, her hands groping her own massive breasts. “Now, I think it’s my turn, Dash.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Without saying a word, Scootaloo moved herself to the end of the bed and spread her long, muscular legs wide, planting both feet firmly against the headboard.

Dash sat up and blinked. In the dimly lit room she could make out the dark, glistening space between Scootaloo’s legs. Slowly she crawled over to it. Her limbs were still tired and unsteady but she got there in no time. It was bigger looking than hers overall. Darker too. Dash figured judging by the size of her normal sized hands that she wouldn’t be able to satisfy Scootaloo the same way.

“Well?” Scootaloo placed one of her hands on the back of Dash’s head. “C’mon, Dash, I’m horny as hell.”

Rainbow was only inches away now. There was so much heat coming off from Scootaloo’s entrance that it was making her already flushed face even warmer. Tentatively, Rainbow leaned forwards and licked.

“Oooh,” Scootaloo’s tree-trunk sized thighs flexed and quivered. “Keep going! Your tongue feels amazing!”

Spurred on, Dash dove right in and began to lick all over. In no time at all her face was soaked in Scootaloo’s plentiful juices. Lapping up all around was her main goal right now, because Scoot tasted absolutely delicious. Like a hot, sweet, sticky and spicy all at the same time. The way Scootaloo was shaking and moaning above her was amazing feedback.

Suddenly one of those powerful hands was against the back of her head, and then Dash found herself being pulled hard right up against Scootaloo’s spasming pussy.

“Deeeper,” choked out Scootaloo between heaving pants. “I’m so close, Rainbow Dash.”

“Mppf,” Dash muffled in response, sticking her tongue as deep inside as she could and wiggling around. This was spectacular, this hot and heavy warmth pulsing against her face. Scootaloo’s big hand kept applying more pressure and Dash just licked and sucked and drank as much in as she could.

As she licked on Dash shifted her head and felt something hard bump her nose. Crossing her eyes, she realized she was staring at Scootaloo’s over-sized clit; it was huge! Comparatively to hers, of course. Dash gave it a rough lick.

“OHHHHHHH!” Scootaloo seized up. “RIGHT THERE!”

Rainbow flicked it with her tongue a couple more times, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around it and sucked on the pulsing clit like a lollipop.

Two things happened.

Scootaloo shrieked like a banshee and came hard, her orgasm ripping through her body like a hurricane and squirting a pint of hot girlcum all over Dashs face.

And she slammed her legs together.

Dash saw stars. It felt like she’d just had her head slammed by a charging bull from both sides. She couldn’t see… she couldn’t really hear anything besides a dull ringing in her ears -to top it all off she couldn’t really breathe either with the copious amounts of warm fluid assaulting her front. Dash was so winded she couldn’t even tap on Scootaloo’s massive legs for help, and they were still squeezing her head tighter and tighter like a vice as the amazons orgasm continued in intensity. The stars in her vision blossomed like black flowers. She felt lightheaded, the massive thighs pinching her harder and harder. Rainbow Dash felt the pressure in her skull mount even higher.

Scootaloo opened her legs.

“Ohmigod!” Scootaloo said somewhere above, it sounded like she was underwater. “Are you okay?”

Dash coughed and gasped for fresh air, feeling two big hands slip under her shoulders and hoist her up. She felt like a child’s toy all limp in Scootaloo’s grip.

“Dash, say somethin’!”

“I think… you ought to skip leg day,” Dash sputtered, coughing again and licking her lips. “Geez, Scoot, you almost popped my head like a grape.”

Scootaloo exhaled and chuckled nervously, her big tits jiggling with her laugh. “I’m soo sorry. I did the same thing to Sweetie Belle and thought this time I could hold it back. You aren’t too hurt, are you? When we did it I wasn’t as big as I am right now.”

“Nah, I’m… I’ll be alright,” Dash ran her arms along the size-able breasts directly in front of her, giving the supple flest a squeeze. “No more oral for you, Scoot.”

Scootaloo set Dash down and ran her fingers through her purple locks, breathing heavily as her orgasm settled down. Rainbow continued to fondle Scootaloo’s massive breasts. The size of those things were absolutely marvelous, and not saggy or gross or anything. After groping them for a few seconds, Scootaloo returned the favor, and Dash was awed at how easily Scootaloo could just palm one of her tits in her bigger hand.

“Time to return the favor,” Scootaloo announced, carefully shifting her body so she was reclining on her back with her head against the headboard and her legs reaching down the bed once more.

Dash blinked at her dumbly, still a bit dazed from the physical oral pleasure.

“What?”

“Dash, come over here.” Scootaloo ordered more than asked.

“Okay.”

Dash clambered over on her hands and knees, eyeing the huge swell of Scootaloo’s massive breasts sticking up like a pair of bronzed hills off her body. Dash kneeled next to the massive teen and was about to ask about what’s next when Scootaloo lifted her up and sat Dash down on Scootaloo’s face

“OOH!” Dash arched her spine, clarity rocketing up her body when Scootaloo inserted her tongue deep into her burning pussy. It was big, it was warm and it was wiggling around experimentally, a little bit like those big fingers from earlier but so much more intense and intimate somehow.

Big long fingers grabbed at her tight ass and squeezed, kneading it like dough. Dash moaned loudly and leaned forwards, her tits slapping against the back of the headboard. This was nirvana. Feeling Scootaloo’s big long wriggling tongue inside of her was not comparable to earlier. It was insane how deep it was going inside of her, how tenderly and at the same time roughly explored her throbbing pussy. Dash clenched and moaned even louder when she felt Scootaloo’s big tongue spasm and twist inside of her. Rainbow was feeling pressure building up in her body, and not just from her over-stuffed pussy.

“Not-not now,” Dash panted, flashes of pleasure snaking through her body. It was impossible now to ignore the growing tightness in her breasts. They needed to be drained and drained now before the pain began to mount. Dash wrapped her fingers around one of her erect, fattened nipples and briefly considered milking herself right there. “Just got to-OH! OH!”

Scootaloo’s tongue had poked against her G-spot and nearly brought her to a peak. In response, Scootaloo re-doubled her licking and even took things one step further, sticking one of her slickened fingers up Dash’s ass.

“FUCK! OH! OHMY-“ Rainbow bit her lip and thrashed around, the unexpected anal intruder wiggling around and finding even deeper passage inside. The combination of Scootaloo’s tongue and finger pushed her way over the edge and into the most powerful orgasm she’s had all night, the pleasure pumping through her body and flowing through one after the other after the other. It was like a point inside of her had exploded and sent rivets of monumental pleasure jettisoning around her body like a pinball machine.

Finally, after a few minutes of pure unbridled orgasm, Dash finally began to come back to earth. Feeling a massive bout of exhaustion, she fell backwards and found her head resting smack-dab between Scootaloo’s warm, pillowy tits. Dash blearily eyed the grinning visage of the girl across from her.

“How’d I do?”

Dash laughed and rolled her eyes, inhaling deeply and letting it out slow.

“That sounds good” Scootaloo grinned.

“More than-“ Dash corrected, her head still spinning. All she wanted now was to sleep. “Way more.”

“Dash… what’s wrong with your boobs?”

Rainbow looked down at her chest. There were small streams and driblets of white leaking out of her full breasts.

“Hormone malfunction?” offered Dash, yawning loudly. She didn’t care anymore.

“Are you having a baby?”

Dash chuckled and coughed. “Scootaloo, you could be fifty feet tall and you’d still be the same Scootaloo I’ve always known.”

“Yeah but,” Scootaloo mused for a moment, “then I’d be huge!”

“Nah, you’re huge right now,” Dash felt her eyes flutter shut. “I’m gonna sleep now, Scoot… prolly wake up to empty these dumb tits later.”

Scootaloo said something but Dash didn’t really hear, already beginning to doze with her head laying against the warm softness of Scootaloo’s hefty tits. She wasn’t quite asleep, and felt Scootaloo lift her up once more and bring her close. Dash felt something warm and wet poke at her leaking nipple, and then the strangest sensation yet, Scootaloo’s mouth wrapping around and gently suckling at her big sensitive nipple.

The final thought in her head before Dash fell asleep was that this felt way better than the breast pump.