Walking up to the gym Rainbow Dash adjusted the black crop tank top over her perky breasts before pulling up her yoga shorts, attempting to make the bulge at her crotch slightly less noticeable. It’s not like most of the ponies in town didn’t know what she was packing, she just preferred not to make a spectacle of herself is all. Being a dickmare wasn’t all glitz and glamour; often times it was an inconvenience, especially when it came to getting aroused in public. There were more than a few fans of her’s who’d practically begged her for some “one on one” training but she really wasn’t that type of pony. Fortunately Dash wasn’t some hormone crazed youth, at least not anymore. With age she’d gotten a better handle of her urges, so unintentionally sporting a towering rod of pony meat wasn’t nearly as big of a problem as it used to be.
Strolling inside she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail, fastening it behind her head with a scrunchie as she surveyed the various pieces of exercise equipment. The gym was pretty well equipped for its size and slightly cozy. A row of weight lifting equipment lined one side of the sprawling room, while cardio machinery adorned the other. In the back was a large mirrored wall with mats on the floor for yoga or stretching. A stairway on one side led to a track which circled the building’s interior, allowing ponies to look down at the gym from above as they walked or jogged.
An elderly mare seemed to be the gym’s only occupant, plodding along on one of the treadmills. Dash always tried to hit the gym relatively early, to avoid the influx of morning attendants and health nuts. Sauntering over to the padded area she seated herself, extending her legs and learning forward to stretch her hamstrings. This was one of her favorite parts, getting herself loosened up before subjecting herself to the rigors of her training. Stretch, lift, cardio, and then a final set of stretching after she was finished. After a few minutes she was satisfied, standing and looking over the various machines like a predator eyes its prey.
Selecting an overhead press machine the blue pegasus sat and grabbed the handlebars, doing a few reps on a significantly decreased weight to warm her arms and shoulders. Grinning she paused, reaching over to dramatically increase the weight. Taking a deep breath, and returning her hands to the grips, she pressed upward. The muscles in her arms and shoulders went taught as she exhaled, slowly pressing the arms of the machine up before lowering them back down. The warmth in her straining tissues gradually increased to the familiar burning sensation as she continued. After her third set she stopped, catching her breath before moving to the next machine.
Walking over to the leg press Dash loaded on six 45lb plates before seating herself. Retracting her legs she placed her feet on the skid before pressing it forward and unlocking the safety bars to the side. Rhythmically she pumped her legs, the heavy plates ringing slightly with each repetition as the pegasus continuously moved the weight. Her thighs and calves rippled with the sculpted muscle which lay beneath her sky blue coat of fur.
“Dash?” a voice called, causing her to lose focus.
Flipping the safety bars to their locked position Dash let the sled fall, turning her head as the heavy skid slammed against the restraints. Looking over she saw Flitter standing nearby; the lilac pegasus was wearing a skin tight tracksuit with her long blue hair pulled up by one of her signature pink bows.
“Sup Flitter, didn’t expect to see you here so early,” Dash commented, smiling at the younger pony.
“I could say the same thing, especially since I thought you preferred to sleep in,” Flitter replied with a giggle.
“Pfft, nah, I just get in and out early so I can relax the rest of the day,” Dash said, waving her hand dismissively as she readied herself to continue her workout.
“Oh wow, that’s a lot of weight!” the smaller purple pegasus marvelled, stepping beside Rainbow Dash as she slowly extended her legs. “I haven’t been coming to the gym long, would you mind showing me how some of these machines work?”
“Mmmph, sure, I guess. Just, ugh, let me finish this set,” Dash grunted, more focussed on finishing with the machine than chatting.
“That’s fine,” Flitter cheerfully responded, looking over to an adjacent kegel machine, “I guess I can figure this one out until you’re done.” Walking over she hopped into the seat, opening her legs and positioning her thighs on the cushioned pads of the machine’s limbs. Leaning forward the mare selected the lowest weight setting before pressing her back against the chair. Even at the easiest setting Flitter struggled, screwing her eyes shut as she squeezed her legs together before allowing them to fly back apart.
Rainbow Dash’s movements slowed to a crawl as she watched Flitter’s supple thighs squeeze the arms of the equipment. Her gaze drifted up the mare’s legs to her groin, where a rather prominent camel toe peeked into view with every repetition. The blue pegasus shook her head to clear her thoughts, before slamming the safety bars into place and hopping to her feet. “No, no, no, you can’t start out lifting cold like that,” Dash scolded. “You gotta get limbered up before you start or else you’ll regret it later.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Flitter bashfully replied, ceasing her efforts and looking up to the toned pegasus. “Can you show me?”
“Yea I guess, I’d feel awful if you hurt yourself or something. How about we go for a little jog first, just to get warmed up?” Dash suggested, patting Flitter on the shoulder as she stood. The two made their way upstairs to the unoccupied track. “Alright, nothin too fast now. Just a nice little run to get the blood flowing.”
“Alright,” Flitter said, taking off at a brisk trot along the rubberized surface.
Dash smiled and took off after her, quickly catching up with the mare as she trotted forward. Just as she was about to overtake the lilac pony she slowed her pace, mesmerized by the mare’s booty as it bounced along. ‘Has she always had that nice of an ass?’ Dash thought to herself, enjoying the view.
“I thought you were supposed to be fast?” Flitter playfully goaded, turning her head and grinning at the blue pegasus.
“Oh I’ll show you fast,” Dash growled, the notion of a competition driving out any other thoughts she’d had as she increased her speed. Sprinting past Flitter she looked back with a wink, “Come on slowpoke!”
The two were soon racing around the track; Flitter struggling as she sped along while Dash gleefully cheered her efforts. There was no way in Tartarus she’d ever be able to beat Dash in an actual competition but it was fun all the same. After a dozen minutes or so Flitter began to slow, her chest heaving and her tracksuit stained in sweat.
“Ok, ok, I give,” the lilac mare wheezed, struggling to catch her breath and mopping her forehead with the back of her hand.
“What? Is that it?” Dash said jokingly, trotting up beside her.
“We’re not all gym rats like you Dash,” Flitter shot back, lightly punching Dash in the shoulder. “Oh man, that was more than a warm up, I’m burnin up in this suit!” she continued, pulling the top over her head and revealing a sports bra beneath.
Dash’s heart skipped a beat as she looked down at the purple mare’s tightly packed bosoms, blushing and averting her eyes before she was caught ogling the goods. She could already feel a telltale stirring in her loins, the combination of exercise and a gorgeous female beginning wearing on her resolve. “You can’t do that,” Dash hissed, “it’s against the gym rules.”
“Oh come on, if somepony comes in I’ll just slip my top back on,” Flitter said with a cavalier smile. “Besides, it’s just us and that old mare downstairs,” she continued, fanning her bra and allowing her sweat soaked cleavage to breath.
Rainbow Dash gulped, her eyes fixated on the slick fur of Flitter’s tits while she attempted to cool off. “How about you go stretch out for a bit, it’ll help you recover and we did kinda skip that bit,” she said, prying her gaze from the pegasus’s chest as she turned to descend the stairs back to the ground floor. The lilac pegasus followed closely behind, trotting down the stairs in pursuit. Dash made a beeline to the padded area at the back of the gym, hoping to be rid of Flitter so she could get back to her routine without any distractions.
“Alright, so what do I have to do for my legs? They feel like jello,” Flitter quipped, massaging her thighs.
“Just start with a garland pose and move from there into a downward-facing dog,” Dash replied. “Between those and some toe touches you should be good.”
“Just one last question,” Flitter timidly interjected, “what’s a ‘garland pose’?”
“Easy,” Dash responded, setting her feet apart at a forty five degree angle and squatting to the floor, “just do this and hold it for a bit before you stand back up.”
“Like this?” the pegasus said, awkwardly squatting in place.
“No, no, no,” Dash replied, standing and walking behind the mare. “First you gotta press your hands together and you really gotta squat,” she continued, putting her hands on Flitter’s shoulders and gently pressing her downward. The faint scent of sweat mingling with perfume hit the pegasus’s nostrils. Leaning forward, as if on instinct, Dash brought her muzzle to Flitter’s hair, taking a deep breath through her nose and enjoying the mare’s aroma.
“So, like this then?” Flitter asked, unaware of the larger pegasus’s wanton sniffing.
“Uh, yea. Yeah, that’s about right,” Dash blurted, taking a step back to appraise Flitter’s positioning.
“And what was that other one you mentioned? Doggy style?” The lilac pegasus questioned, looking over her shoulder at her impromptu instructor.
Dash rolled her eyes. “It’s like this,” she said, leaning forward and thrusting her posterior in the air, leaving herself in a picturesque downward-dog position.
“Oh, that doesn’t look too bad,” Flitter chirped, placing her hands on the floor and moving them forward.
“You gotta raise your butt more,” Dash commented, standing and moving to the mare’s side, “like this.” Grabbing Flitter’s waist with one hand, and her thigh with the other, Dash attempted to right her pose. Her fingers dug into the supple flesh of the mare’s leg while the digits of her other hand could feel the warmth from her crotch. Dash bit her lip, the bulge in her pants visibly twitched as her mind wandered to the sinful delights such a nubile mare could present under the right circumstances. Her hand slipped around Flitter’s hip, almost as if drawn to the heat of her groin.
“This is pretty tough,” Flitter wheezed, attempting to steady herself with Dash’s assistance. The mare seemed wholly oblivious to the fact that Rainbow Dash was basically feeling her up at this point.
“Y...yea,” Dash stammered, her cock expanding and beginning to tent her shorts. She looked down, now cognizant that she was now at half mast and clearly noticeable though the thin fabric of her elastic shorts. “Oh yea, just like that,” Dash groaned, slipping her hand between Flitter’s thighs and caressing her marehood in the process. She could feel herself growing rigid, the flimsy material of her shorts struggling to contain the mighty marecock they housed. If she didn’t do something fast Flitter would be sure to notice and she really didn’t want to explain why she had gotten a boner. “I, umm, gotta hit the bathroom real quick. Stretch those glutes Flitter!” she blurted, sprinting towards the changing room near the building’s entrance.
“Oh, ok!” Flitter replied, continuing to present her rear as Dash fled.
Rushing to the changing room Rainbow Dash slammed the door shut behind her, depressing the lock while she did so. Tugging at the rim of her shorts her dong sprang free, its swollen blue length throbbing slightly as it was unleashed. ‘Just gotta work off some steam,’ Dash thought to herself, sitting on a small bench beside the lockers.
Wrapping her fingers around the velvety soft skin of her shaft, she began stroking herself. Dash closed her eyes, bringing her left hand, the very hand which had grazed Flitter’s cameltoe, to her nose and enjoying the smell of the mare’s sweaty crotch. She sighed, there was nothing like the scent of a mare’s musk after working up a good sweat. Blissfully she looked over and stopped, one of the lockers lay cracked open. Dash stood, still idly pumping her marecock with one hand as she opened the locker. Inside was a set of clothes: skirt, t-shirt, bra, and, most important of all, a pair of silken pink panties. These had to be Flitter’s, she must’ve changed before coming in to work out. ‘Come on Dash, that’s super lewd and only something a horny teenager would do,’ she thought to herself, eying the pair of panties for a second before shrugging to herself, ‘Eh, fuck it.’
Snatching the undergarment she plopped back down on the bench, jamming the silken cloth to her nose and breathing in the heady bouquet. The grip on her cock tightened, spurned by the depravity of sniffing Flitter’s undies. Her cock jolted, rising to its full length of nearly a foot, and started to leak precum from its blunt tip. She breathed heavily, her heart pounding in her chest, as she pleasured herself, but it just wasn’t enough. With an exasperated sigh she paused, looking down at her throbbing member as she was stricken with an idea; leaning forward and exhaling she booped her nose with the tip of her dong. ‘Holy shit,’ she thought, ‘all that yoga paid off! I think I can actually blow myself now!’
Fastening Flitter’s panties around her snout, like a raunchy dust mask, she wrapped her hands behind her head and pulled downward, forcing her open mouth onto her meaty dick. She’d never been particularly fond of the taste of precum but the sensation of her lips wrapping around herself as her tongue caressed the sensitive head of her member far outweighed the salty flavor. Dash could manage to get about three inches of her swollen shaft into her maw. Swinging her right hand around she began jacking off the base of her rod while licking and slurping its head, all the while breathing through the thin undergarment affixed to her nose. ‘Celestia I wish I could get more of this monster in my throat, I’m pretty sure I rock at giving head,’ she mused while continuing to milk her dong. Perched at the edge of the bench she nearly slipped over the side, scrambling to catch herself before she fell. “Hmmmm,” she hummed, her mouth still full of cock as she concocted an idea.
Cautiously, Rainbow Dash eased herself over the edge, rolling backward and allowing her shoulders to land on the tiled floor below with her rear upended against the side of the bench. Reaching up, she grabbed her ass and began pulling it downward, forcing her prick deeper into her eager gullet. She gagged slightly as the tip tickled the back of her throat, but she persisted, pushing it deeper into her airway as she fellated herself. The wet sounds of sucking reverberated off the tiled room as Dash virtually choked herself on her own dick. Always one for athletic activities she soon found her rhythm, pulling her ass down steadily while running her tongue along her cock’s length as it slipped into her esophagus. Freeing one hand she pulled her top up, allowing her perky breasts to jostle free as she pumped her head forward and back.
Dash could feel herself getting close, shifting gears from the deeper strokes she’s started with to shorter, more furious, pistoning while swirling her tongue around the head of her shaft. She began twisting and teasing her nipples with one hand, having found herself able to manage the job of hauling her crotch to her face with one arm sufficient. “Mmmph mmmph mmmph,” she groaned to herself, the vibrations of her vocal chords coupled with the sensations of her muzzle around her dong beginning to push her over the edge. Her plump nuts contracted, and her shaft swelled from base to tip, as the first load of cum worked its way through her length and into her mouth. Sensing herself peak she rammed as much of her length as she could into her throat, depositing the salty and thick seed as deep as possible; gulping and sputtering as she fought to contain the load as it deposited itself almost directly into her stomach. Her air supply cut off, she held on as long as she could, riding out the majority of her orgasm before retracting her dong and allowing herself to breath. Heaving air through her nose, still adorned with Flitter’s panties, she swallowed, gulping down the last cloying ropes of jizz as they dribbled across her tongue.
Flopping to her side Rainbow Dash panted, her schlong slapping to the cold floor as she collapsed. Pushing herself up on shaky arms she withdrew the pair of underwear from her face, haphazardly tossing them back into the locker and pushing the door closed. Dash walked over to the sink, rinsing the remnants of spunk from her face and mopping the saliva from her dick in the porcelain basin. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she shot herself a smile and triumphant finger gun. “Who needs a stallion when you can blow yourself,” she chuckled aloud, more than pleased with her newfound accomplishment. Stuffing her junk back into her shorts, and paying extra attention to tuck it so it was as concealed as possible, she walked back into the gym.
Flitter was on a nearby rowing machine, struggling to coordinate her arms and legs as she fumbled with the equipment. “Hey Flitter,” Dash shouted, “I think I’m gonna head out for now. It’s a pretty nice day out, so I figure just do some cardio to finish up. Maybe I’ll catch you again sometime!”
“Oh, alright Dash!” Flitter replied, waving as the blue pegasus strutted towards the exit. ‘Dang it,’ she thought to herself, snapping her fingers in annoyance, ‘I was really hoping I’d get to taste the rainbow today. Ah well, maybe next time.’
Author's Note
Editing by buddy Hidden Secret. Go check out his stuff!
