Polyamory (Speedclop)by TAWChaptersRoleplay (TwiDash)Surprised (FlutterDashPie)Dash's Diary (r63!Pinkie x Dash)Identity (RainbowSparkleDash)Customer Satisfaction (PinkieDash)Roleplay (TwiDash)Prompt Sometimes ponies like to inject a little fantasy into the bedroom. Whether pretending to be fictional characters, famous celebrities, or even each other, ponies like to get dressed up. You've got one day to write one hour ~~about~~: Ponies Roleplaying Story Rainbow Dash looked at the ball of scrunched up paper between her hooves. The text Screw [illegible] silly [Check] was visible on one side. She looked across the candlelit room at the purple unicorn sitting at the far side. Her muzzle was buried in a book, like normal. Unlike normal, that book came from Twilight's adult section. “Watcha reading, egghead?” Dash asked, throwing the paper on a wide arc towards the distracted mare. “Oh, it's-” Twilight stopped mid-sentence as the ball impaled itself on her horn. Rainbow Dash burst out laughing as Twilight's expression slowly shifted from one of genuine enthusiasm to a mix of irritation and amusement. Rainbow Dash was a good shot, she knew she was, but there were some things she could never compete with Twilight on. A fraction of an instant later, Dash felt four hooves slam into her back, knocking her to the floor and pinning her there. The scrunched up to-do list dropped in front of her eyes and rolled a few feet away as Twilight cemented her hold on the pegasus, carefully drawing runes and glyphs at the end of each of her hooves to hold her still and bind her will. “It's a book on ancient Equestrian mating rituals,” Twilight whispered, leaning close to Dash's ear and whispering. “I was thinking we could try some.” Her sentence was punctuated with some light slaps to Dash's flank, prompting quiet squeaks and grunts from the now tightly-held pegasus. “Anything new in there?” Dash gasped back, feeling the tip of Twilight's magic running over her body. “You've kept me so bored tonight, Twilight, I- ah- I need this.” Twilight sighed. “Not really, the ancient Equestrians weren't that imaginative. Let's see, there's a ritual involving some knives and a- oh dear, that's a sacrifice. Oh! How about this one, it has snakes!” “Do you have any snakes?” “Well, no, but I'm sure we could borrow some from Fluttershy.” “Aren't they dangerous?” “Well yes, that's the point. It sounds very exciting. Look, there are even illustrations! One pony gets tied down—we've already done that—then the room is slowly filled with snakes!” Dash paused to think about it. “Twi, how the hay is that meant to get me off?” “I haven't read that far,” Twilight said, brushing away Dash's concerns, “but it'd be something new, wouldn't it? Come on, Dash, we need something new. I'm bored of just rutting you to sleep!” “Yeah, I know the feeling,” Dash replied. Her limbs were still spread out and her tail still jutted into the air, but her tone was one of disappointment. “Man, I was really hoping for something fun. I guess we could borrow Pinkie's gags again, that could be fun.” “Nah, I'm sick of them. I dunno what else we could do with them.” “Twilight,” Dash said, her voice suddenly tinged with fear. “What if we've finally done everything? What if there isn't anything new left? I mean, we've done it on the bed, in mid air, on the moon, in that weird magical pocket dimension thing of yours, in Canterlot gardens, under Celestia's bed while she slept-” “Yes, Dash, I get it.” “-and I never thought we'd top cumming during a Sonic Rainboom, but that time in the Everfree Forest with all those plants? Man, why can't we have something like that again? I think we've done everything, Twi.” Twilight made a disgruntled grunt. “We can't have. Maybe we should invite somepony else?” “Then it wouldn't be just us anymore,” Dash said. “You know that breaks the rules. Saturdays are our night, just us.” An idea suddenly flew into Twilight's head, smashing past her usual barriers of 'No, that's stupid' and 'Is Pinkie writing my mind again?'. “No, Dash! That's it!” she said. “We'll have to be not us!” “Huh?” “We've never done it as not us!” Dash pondered. “What, like… I'll call myself Chromatic Smash and then we rut?” Twilight twitched. “Let's leave your Ponies and Parties character out of this, Dash. Let's do something… nopony could ever find out about!” “Something Rarity'd faint if she even suspected?” “Exactly!” “Well, I have always wanted to do your brother.” “Dash!” Twilight exclaimed. “I can't believe you. You spent ages with him at the wedding, why didn't you make a move?” “He's married!” “So?” “I know we're open about it, but he might not be!” “Pff.” Twilight rolled her eyes and shone her horn. A thin streak of light appeared to the side of the two bored and horny ponies. It opened, taking the two sides of the world around it with it as if Twilight was cracking reality itself. As it happened, she was. “Celestia would be so mad at me if she knew about this.” Twilight giggled and pulled a tiara from the void, before plopping it down on Dash's head. Immediately, the frazzled and unkempt mane of the rainbow coloured mare straightened and curled, taking on the appearance of somebody much classier and more refined. “Woah-” Dash stopped, realising her voice was higher and less prone to cracking. Her accent was different too, she'd lost that east Cloudsdale twang and replaced it with the smooth tones of an upper Canterlotion. “Oh my, Twilight!” she said, putting on her classiest vocabulary to match her well-kept coat. “What have you done to me?” “A simple transformation spell, tied to the item I just created,” Twilight explained. She pulled another few things out—a set of armour, it looked like. “If we're going to pretend to be somepony else, we may as well do it properly.” “Gosh, darling. Your spells really do impress me sometimes.” Twilight pulled a helmet around her head and closed her eyes, feeling the magic overtake her. Dash wouldn't have been able to feel it, but she could. The enchantment ran through her body, energising every cell and adding another layer of perception on top of her skin. She felt the speech centres of her brain twist to accommodate the new knowledge of her new accent, and moved her hindlegs apart a little to accommodate her new anatomy. “Heh, it does work!” Twilight said, in a voice much lower than her own. A male voice. Her brother's male voice. “Still think I'm sexy, Dash? Or should I say, Cadence?” Dash licked her lips. “Darling, I married you, didn't I?” “Yes, and you even turned down my sister's advances, even though she's really really nice and—if I do say so myself—fantastic in bed.” “Twi, would your brother ever actually say that?” Dash said, dropping down to her usual higher pitched tones. “No, of course not!” Twilight replied in her natural voice. “I'd never have… relations with my brother!” “So, come on, stay in character! Honestly, we have to get you playing Ponies and Parties more often.” Dash leant down until her head was pressed against the floor. The curls of her mane brushed against the dirt and started to unravel, and while both of them knew the mane wasn't real, seeing it start to come apart as a result of their lust was still exciting. “So uh, how transformy are these spells?” “I'm anatomically accurate, if you're asking. Assuming my brother is on the far right of the bell curve, anyway, I haven't checked.” “Oh, he is.” “Excellent.” Twilight switched back to her brother's voice. “Bend over, love.” “Y'know I don't actually need to be in character for this, I'm fine with screwing your brother myself.” “Shut up, Dash.” Rainbow Dash sighed, rolled her eyes, and started to speak in Cadence's voice once more. “Oh, darling, you must have had such a difficult day! Why don't you just lie down and let wifey make it all better?” “Only if you promise to let me at that sweet ass of yours later, love,” Twilight replied. Dash winked and pushed Twilight over. Her metal armour clinked against the floor as she toppled, landing on her back and baring all for Dash to see. Between Twilight's purple haunches was a quickly stiffening penis that, as she had said, was far on the right side of any bell curve. By the time it was semi-hard, it already seemed to tower above Dash's head. She squeaked and opened her mouth, kissing the side from top to bottom to speed its growth. “Mmm, it tastes like a Sparkle.” “Gnh… hurry up, Da- Candyass, I don't have all night. I have guard duties and stuff that'll keep me from even sending a letter to my sister for years because I'm so-” Twilight was cut off as Dash's lips met the tip of her newfound horsecock. They parted only as much as was absolutely necessary to force the meaty shaft through, forcing it through for Dash to run her tongue over and take in both the taste and sensation of taking both Sparkles at once. Metaphorically. “Oh, Celestia Dash that feels-” “Shut up, Shiny,” Dash said. Her voice was muffled by the thick and pulsing cock in her mouth, but the point still stood. As did other things. In an attempt to keep Twilight's silence active, Dash began to suck, bobbing her head up and down over the large stallionhood and grinning as her mane began to untangle, returning to something closer to her natural style. She started to moan, pushing a forehoof under herself to fiddle her nethers and sate her body's burning desire. “Oh, Dash, I'm gonna- I'm gonna-” Twilight groaned as her body gave in and thrust her into orgasm. A flood of true-to-life cum shot down Dash's throat, causing her to leap back in surprise. Unfortunately for her, a second load followed, splattering against her face, mane, and tiara. Twilight collapsed, lying back against the floor panting heavily. “That- Celestia, Dash, that was amazing.” “Seriously? You lasted, like, twenty seconds. If that. My hoof is barely even wet.” “Don't- don't blame me… this anatomy… should be accurate.” “Man, poor Cadence. I bet she's regretting turning you down now. Whatever, come on, Twi, get up.” “Too tired, time… sleep.” Dash rolled her eyes. “Pff, stallions.” With a single arm she pulled Twilight to her hooves, keeping her steady until she could stand by herself, and then leant down before her. Her cum-splattered face touched the floor, and her unfortunately unmarked “Candyass” stuck into the air. “You made me promise, Twi. Now come on, rut me.” “Pf, like my brother could ever keep his promises. A letter a week, he said, we'd never lose touch, he said. Yeah, look what happened!” “Twilight! Rut me.” “Oh, whoops, sorry.” Twilight shakily walked forward, using what little time she had to cast a variety of her favourite spells. Endurance and rejuvenation for her, and the most powerful Weakness to Orgasm spell she had on Dash. Maybe—just maybe—that would counteract her brother's short fuse. She jumped, mounting Dash's rear in one smooth motion. With a touch of magic, aligning herself was a trivial task and she soon felt the primal urge to thrust as the head of her length pressed into Dash's puffy and slick lower lips. She pushed, slowly entering and travelling deeper into her companion. “Ah… ah!” she moaned, feeling Dash's heartbeat send lightning strikes of pleasure through her. Before she'd managed to insert herself fully, the constant battering from Dash's body proved too much, even with her endurance spells, and Twilight came. “Ooooh,” Dash groaned, feeling the hot cum spew inside of her. “Oh that feels great,” she said, finished with a happy sigh. “Celestia yes, more of that!” Twilight pulled out and fell to the side, exhausted. “Oh come on!” Surprised (FlutterDashPie)Prompt You have sixty-nine minutes (I do not know WHY I didn't think of that before) to write about: A pony or ponies getting caught Begin: 12:14 Planned End: 13:13 Actual End: 13:17 Story A lone cloud floated across an azure sky, idly making its way over the autumn-brown leaves of Sweet Apple Acres. The sun rested on the edge of the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, over the houses of Equestria's many settlements, and onto the body of one particular pegasus. “Oh, it's… beautiful,” Fluttershy said, squeaking quietly and rolling to the side to rest a little more of her weight on her companion. Rainbow Dash grinned and adjusted the wing she was using to keep most of Fluttershy in the shade, lest the bright sun cause her some undue pain. “It's not the only thing.” “Oh, my,” Fluttershy replied. “It was lovely of you to bring me up here, Dash. I'm always too afraid to watch the sunset alone.” “Afraid? Of the sunset?” Dash asked, somewhat incredulously. “Oh yes. It's amazing, but as soon as it's over it'll be dark. I just want to be tucked up in bed when it's dark.” Rainbow Dash smiled and leant over to nuzzle her yellow-bellied friend affectionately. “You aren't scared now, are you?” “No, Dash. I'm- I'm not scared anymore. You make me feel safe, I know you'd never let me get hurt. You care so much, I don't know how you manage to hide it in front of everypony else.” “I care about all of you so much, 'shy. I don't hide it, they've just never known me when I didn't care for them.” “That's sweet, Dash,” Fluttershy replied, rolling over completely to rest her head on Dash's chest. The arrogant, speedy pegasus had a heart of gold, and Fluttershy could feel its beat. The sun had begun to slip beneath the distant line separating land from sky, marking the end of yet another day. Fluttershy watched it in awe, but even kept in rapt amazement she could tell Dash's heart wasn't really in it. “What's wrong, Dash?” “N- nothing! It's fine.” “You can tell me, Dash,” Fluttershy said, using her most soothing voice. The one she used on lions, tigers, and bears. The one that she could have sworn had almost magical properties in its ability to make dangerous and scared animals behave. “It's okay, I'm here for you.” “O- okay,” Dash said, relenting. “Nopony else has ever known a time when I didn't care for them. Maybe just because I'm good at hiding when I get scared, but nopony ever takes care of me. I'd… I'd like that, even if it was just once. If it ever happened, though, I'd never live it down. My reputation would be like, over. Forever. That's a long time, Shy.” Fluttershy remained silent for a few moments, staring out into the sunset but not really concentrating on it. What she was focussed on was Rainbow Dash—the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed a little heavier than normal. The way her heart was beating like a drum, or the way the wing keeping Fluttershy's lower body shaded was quivering just a little—just enough to be noticeable. Rainbow Dash was nervous, perhaps even bordering on scared. With that realisation, Fluttershy experienced an epiphany of sorts. Rainbow Dash was fearless against anything and everything that scared her, but that didn't mean Dash didn't have worries too. That didn't mean she couldn't be scared off her hooves by something as simple as never knowing if she could really relax around her friends, as their fearless protector. “Shh, Dash,” Fluttershy said, rolling over onto her back, leaving Dash's chest cold and un-rested on. “It's okay, you don't have to be scared. We're alone here, nopony can find out. I'm here for you, Dash, I always have been. I always will be. I love you.” “I love you too, Fluttershy,” Dash whispered. “I just can't let go. What if somepony needs me?” “There's nothing scary out here, Dash. You're here with me, how could there be?” Fluttershy patted her chest with a hoof, signalling Dash to mimic her earlier embrace. The scared pegasus did so, rolling over to rest a leg across Fluttershy's stomach and a head on her chest. It was Dash's turn to listen to the calming beat of another's heart, knowing they were relaxed and safe, and knowing they didn't have to do anything more to protect them. “Yes, good girl,” Fluttershy whispered, again in her most soothing tones. She raised a hoof and began to stroke it through Dash's rat's nest of a mane, straightening it over her back and brushing it away from her gorgeous red eyes. Forgetting the sunset, Fluttershy stared. She couldn't look directly into the sun for fear of getting burned, but she could look directly into Dash's eyes without any fear at all. The twin magenta pools quivered and shook ever so slightly as Dash fought between the two sides of her personality. Finally, she closed her eyes and pushed her head further into Fluttershy's coat, breathing deeply to take it in. Her protector. Her fearless protector. “I love you, Fluttershy,” Dash whispered. “You make me feel so good.” Fluttershy smiled. “You make me feel good too, Dash. Do you want to feel even better?” Dash nodded, rubbing her cheek against Fluttershy's chest. Her tail shifted from side to side with the spark of excitement. “Then just relax,” Fluttershy whispered, “You don't have to do anything. I'm used to taking care of my animal friends, and you're more than just a friend.” “Not an animal, though,” Dash jokingly whispered back, opening a wing to hug more tightly around Fluttershy's form. “I'll make you scream like one, though.” Dash's head shot up. “Wha- what?” “Oh, I'm sorry, did I shock you? I though you wanted me to- oh, I'm sorry, Dash. I've ruined the moment now, haven't I?” “N- no! No, I was just… Where did you learn to speak like that?” “You don't rut me so hard I can't hear, Dash. I know I like it when you talk like that, so I just thought…” Dash raised a hoof to Fluttershy's mouth to silence her. “You thought right. Please, Fluttershy, while it's just us, can you… Can you make me your mare?” Fluttershy nodded. She patted her chest and Dash returned to it, hugging even tighter than before. She wasn't as relaxed, however, as she could feel Fluttershy's heart beating like a drum. Hers was too, they both knew what was coming. Dash was. With a single wingbeat, Fluttershy flipped over, taking Dash with her. They rolled until Dash was pinned down beneath Fluttershy, forced an inch or so down into the cloud's body. Within moments, Fluttershy had her pinned down properly, holding her legs down with her own and keeping her locked in place with a lusty glare. Dash did a spectacular Fluttershy impression, staring back with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Do you want this?” Fluttershy asked, raising one wing to the side. “Yes,” Dash breathlessly replied. “Tell me how much,” Fluttershy said, lowering that wing and brushing it along Dash's inner thigh. The pegasus gasped and her blue cheeks began to flush red. “Oh, Fl- Please.” Dash gasped as Fluttershy's wing brushed within inches of her most sensitive areas. “Please, I need this.” “Tell me you want me,” Fluttershy said. She wanted little more than to take Dash there and then, but she knew how much she loved the buildup—how much Dash forcing her to say such awful things excited her—and knew she could never deprive her lover of it. “I love you, Fluttershy! Please!” “Okay,” Fluttershy whispered. “Now, please hold still, I'm going to rut you like the dirty animal you know that, deep down, you want to be. Um, if that's okay with you.” “It is.” Fluttershy's wing jumped to strike Dash between the legs, embedding itself a little way between the submissive pegasus's nether lips. Dash immediately bit her lower lip to try and soften the moan, resulting in a tiny high pitched squeak. Dash's Fluttershy impression was doing very well. Her eyes closed, unfortunately hiding her gorgeous eyes. “Look at me while I rut you!” Fluttershy exclaimed. A second later both of their eyes went wide. “Oh, er. I'm sorry, I don't know what came ov-” “Fluttershy! It's fine! I li- I love you. And it.” “Okay,” Fluttershy cooed, raising one of her forehooves from Dash's leg to stroke the pegasus on her cheek. “From now on-” Fluttershy stamped her hoof back down, causing Dash to gasp in pain—though more from the shock than actual pain—and her gaze grew crueler, forcing Dash's expression into concern as if the yellow pegasus had just forced all her unneccessary submissiveness into the flightster. “-you don't speak unless I tell you to, got it?” Dash nodded. Her eyes were a mixture of fear, anticipation, and an intense lust that under any other situation would have terrified Fluttershy. She knew she couldn't be scared, however—she was Dash's fearless protector. Nothing was allowed to scare her now. Her wing began to flap up and down, dragging the feathers across Dash's skin and tickling her clitoris, eliciting squeak and groan alike from the blue pony currently writhing lightly under her hooves. Fluttershy felt guilty she wasn't stronger—she knew Dash would be holding back, ensuring she didn't accidentally overpower her and ruin the moment. She forced the guilt out of her mind—if she couldn't keep Dash down by force she'd do it another way. “Good girl,” she whispered, “Stay right there.” She stepped back, and a little to the side, getting a better angle for her wing. When she was happy, she pushed forward. Her wing speared through Dash, embedding itself inches deep and forcing Dash to moan loudly. A pegasus wing is incredibly flexible and sensitive. Every feather can be manipulated individually, and a good chunk of Fluttershy's were inside Dash, moving around to tickle and rub against her inner walls. Fluttershy felt Dash's heat burning against her wing, but that only inspired her to dive deeper. Dash could hardly move; every centimetre she accidentally slipped caused Fluttershy's wing to press against her in new and interesting ways, sending yet another lightning-bolt of pleasure through her. Any attempt to move was met with overwhelming sensation that left her breathless. “You're enjoying this, aren't you, Dash?” Fluttershy asked, starting to slowly pull her wing out a few inches so she could begin a slow rhythm of rutting. Truth be told, she was a little concerned she wouldn't be able to trust anywhere near as hard as Dash could, rendering the whole exercise problematic. “Yes! Celestia, yes, you're amazing, Fluttershy!” “Thank you,” Fluttershy said. Her rhythm had met it's maximum. A wingpower of 2.3—she hadn't been practising lately—wasn't enough to really get Dash screaming, and yet her wings already were. She couldn't rut any harder. “Need any help?” Pinkie Pie asked. A second later, she fell, only to return a moment later. There was now a trampoline below their cloud. Dash's eyes shot open as she sat up. “Pinkie Pie, what ar-” “Sh.” Fluttershy's hoof went to Dash's mouth to silence her. “Quiet. Lie down.” Dash did so. Pinkie Pie knew already anyway, what was the use in pretending otherwise. At least this way she might manage to get a little perverse excitement before her friends disowned her for being a liar. “Hello, Pinkie!” “Heya, Flutters. You ruttin' Dash?” “Oh, yes, it's very tiring.” “I was wondering when she'd get round to asking somepony. And, duh! Of course it'd be you. Silly Dash, I bet she thought I didn't know!” “Oh yes, she was quite adamant nopony find out. Could you um, could you forget you saw this? I think she'd like that.” Pinkie Pie shrugged. “If Dashie doesn't want me to see her-” Pinkie Pie closed her eyes. “Oh, thank you, Pinkie. Could you, um, give me a hoof?” Pinkie grinned and jumped onto Fluttershy's back. She wrapped three hooves around the pegasus's body to ensure she didn't fall, and raised the fourth to Dash's slit. Fluttershy raised her own hoof to stop Pinkie's. “Dash, Pinkie wants to help, and I'd quite like her to join in. Do you have a problem with that?” “N- no, I-” Dash grunted as Pinkie's hoof almost instantly struck her. It began to stroke and thrust. Fluttershy's teasing had left her sensitive and lusty, and completely open to anything Pinkie might like to do. Even so, it took her by surprise when the pink pony wrapped her lips around her clitoris and began to suck. Pegasi manipulate things with their wings, unicorns with their horns, but earth ponies? They use their lips. “Aa- aa!” Dash's moans returned to high pitched squeals as pleasure began to wrack her body and fill her form. “Don't- don't stop- aah!” She began to writhe against the cloud, bucking against Pinkie's face and twisting her own in unmitigated ecstasy. Dash was always on top, she always lead. Whenever there was dancing, she decided what, whatever she did with her friends she was always the first to get them sticky, but to finally be pampered drove her over the edge faster than anything before it. Her squeal echoed across the landscape as one final scrape from Pinkie's tongue took her miles away. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh,” she whispered under her breath as her mind vacated her body and bathed in post-coital bliss. “Gosh, that is fun. We'll have to try that next time, huh Dashie?” The pegasus didn't respond. Fluttershy looked around. “Oh, oh dear. It's… dark.” “Well, duh! The sun's gone in.” “Oh my. Pinkie, hold me.” “Okie Dokie!” Pinkie jumped up, doing a backflip in the air and landing on Dash's panting and sticky form. She licked her lips, clearing off the last of Dash's juices, and stared at Fluttershy with lust in her eyes. “C'mere.” Dash's Diary (r63!Pinkie x Dash)It's this way. Identity (RainbowSparkleDash)Prompt This week's prompt is: My Own Clone Start Time: 16:35 Expected Finish Time: 17:44 Actual Finish Time: 17:50 Story A dark, brittle-looking hoof slammed against the cold rock ground of a cave on the outskirts of Equestria. Its surface was riddled with holes and imperfections, as if whatever dark force created it cared little for aesthetic. It was connected to a body of a similar description, with four such legs, a pair of broken, gossamer wings, and a head with teeth as sharp as diamonds and eyes that glowed a deep red in the darkness. It was not the only member of its race present, instead several inhabited the cave, sitting around the broken remains of somebody else's fireplace. The embers had long since cooled, but none of them required light to see, or heat to live. Their eyes could subsist on the lonely parts of the electromagnetic spectrum that ponies dare not view, and their bodies were comfortable being stone cold; it allowed them to stalk their prey more effectively. The largest one opened what appeared to be a mouth, revealing row after row of sharp teeth and a forked tongue that snapped in the air, causing a rattle that would have ached the ear of anything that heard it, save for its brothers and sisters, whose black hearts allowed them to feel no pain, no sorrow or fear, or happiness, or love. In theory, anyway. “Did you see the pink one?” One of their number piped up. His face was smothered in pink kisses. “I've never seen anything fight like that. She had me beat, guys.” Another raised its hoof to catch the attention of its fellows, wincing halfway through. “You think you had it bad? The blue winged one bites. Not like, small bites, either, she really went for me. It felt amazing.” A third stretched out a wing. While it was thin and broken, it was also blue. “That's bad? I was the blue one. The purple horny one pinned me down and… Man, she was good. It wasn't just that, though, she knew I was pretending, but I could still feed on her a little.” All the changelings present nodded. Pink kisses spoke first, “I don't think we could have taken them all otherwise. The pink one moved so fast, nothing I could do slowed her down. She could have killed me, but she didn't, she kissed me.” “Where?” Blue Wings piped up. “Everywhere.” “Woah. Y'know, forget princess candyass, or I think we should be going after these guys.” The largest one, clearly a leader of sorts, looked up. “You think we could still pull off the invasion?” “Not a chance, I just want round two with the unicorn.” Rainbow Dash glided down into Ponyville town centre after a long day of moving clouds, and then napping on them. It had been exhausting work, but thankfully the sun was waning and it was now Saturday night. She thought back to the calendar she had at home; it was her most prized possession. Far from being a boring listing of days and somewhere to write down all the responsibilities she wished she didn't have, it was a guide to live her life by. Of a sort. She liked the Saturday column, because every single box was filled with a single sticker—a scaled-down representation of Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark. Except for that Saturday, which held another. Such a thing was highly unusual, though Twilight had been known to schedule impromptu threesomes in the past, it was rare and never happened without formal written consent. Even if that formal written consent happened while Dash had a quill in her mouth and a strap-on between her legs, and a pony tongue under her tail. Or two pony tongues. Needless to say, the consent forms rarely remained dry. That particular day's oddities were odder still, however—the day was marked not just with Twilight's mark, but with her own. Dash was, of course, the most amazingly spectacular pony there was, but that didn't mean she could sleep with herself. Even she couldn't fly that fast. “Hey, Pinkie!” She waved at the bright pink and bouncing stallion below her. “You haven't seen Twilight today, have you?” “Uh-huh! We had a playdate last night, it was great fun! We had cookies, and orange juice, and sex, and then pancakes!” Pinkie grinned. “It was super fun, you should join in!” “That's uh… Next Wednesday, I think?” Dash said, thinking back to her own calendar. She tried not to memorise the days to keep everything fresh and surprising, but days with Pinkie Pie had really stuck out since Twilight had changed her into a stallion, and they'd all decided they liked it so much they hadn't gotten around to turning her back yet. Twilight kept promising to derive the mare-ification spell again after Pinkie accidentally destroyed the book containing it, but every time she was close she ended up accidentally spilling a jar of potent, paper-eating acid over it. It was such a waste. Pinkie nodded. “I'll see you then! I've got some baking to do. Oh, and Fluttershy! Have fun with Twilight, I left her super tired for you!” Dash grinned. “Thanks, no wonder she made a mistake on the schedule, then. Maybe we'll just cuddle tonight.” Dash waved her goodbyes to Pinkie and trotted over to Twilight's library. Unusually, the front door was locked, and the windows were closed. That was no real barrier to the pegasus, who knew that the window immediately to the side of Twilight's bed had been broken in a freak screwdriver accident, causing it to no longer lock. Again, this was something Twilight had meant to fix, but every time she tried her tools were destroyed when she accidentally knocked a jar of potent tool-eating acid over them. Such is life, she thought. Dash pried the window open and climbed inside the library. It was dark and the surface of the floor was covered with books, dust, and research materials. There was evidence of a struggle from the torn sheets and upturned tables, and the entire room smelled like danger. All in all, a regular Saturday night. “Twilight? You in here?” Dash yelled, hoping to force the unicorn out of hiding. “I know you're here, you didn't change the sign out front to Closed!” There was a noise, like a thud from something heavy hitting the ground, from one of the adjacent rooms. Dash immediately sneaked over to peer through the keyhole. Through it, she saw something black and lined with a thick strip of red; something reflective, but expressive. Something beautiful, even by her standards, and something that was blocking her view of the next room. “Woah,” Dash said. Or heard. The noise had come from the other room, but it sounded to Dash very much like something she would say, and would have said had she not been interrupted by herself saying it. “What.” Confused, Dash kicked at the door, easily knocking it from its hinges and pushing it into the other room. Internal damage was something Twilight was quite adept at fixing, not least due to the lack of jars of tool-eating acid left lying around. “Dash?” Twilight asked, looking at the mare as if she was an impossibility, like a zebra's hex, a Pinkie Pie wearing a suit, or Applejack without a hat on. “Wha- h- that was amazing!” “Uh, thanks.” Dash stepped forward onto the door and began to walk into the room. The door groaned. “What was that?” “You? C'mere, Dash, enough showing off. Let's get back to where we were.” Twilight grabbed Dash's mane in a magic grip and yanked the mare into a kiss. Twilight's tongue forcefully explored the pegasus's mouth, hesitantly at first but growing more insistant with every moment. After what felt like minutes, Twilight pushed Dash away. “Eight out of ten. Texture's right, but she doesn't taste like that.” The door pushed itself up, revealing another Rainbow Dash lying in the rubble. Her coat was now dirty and her body looked slightly squashed. “Wh- uh… Am I over there? Is this one of those mirror things Rarity keeps whining at me to use?” Dash staggered past her doppelgänger and fell against Twilight's spare guest bed. “Ow…” The coherent Rainbow Dash took a step back. “I uh, I dunno what you're talking about, Twi. Rarity had me eating some awesome chocolates this morning, maybe you're tasting that?” “Did my reflection just talk? Can they do that?” Dash stopped for a moment, then sat bolt upright in bed. “Can they do more than that?” She jumped out of bed and began to inspect herself more closely. “Man, my mane looks great. I dunno what Rarity's talking about.” Her nose touched the other her's flank as she moved around inspecting herself. She gave herself a little lick. “Hello, sexy.” “Hey,” she responded. “You don't look too bad yourself.” “Uh, girls?” Twilight interrupted. Both Dashes looked at her. “Can I have your attention, please?” Both Dashes licked their lips. “You can always have my attention, Twi,” one said. “You can have more than just my attention, Twi,” the other said. They looked at each other. “Did we ju-” “Did you j-” “You can talk?!” both shouted at once, finally realising that the other was not a golem, doll, animated magic shard, hologram, or anything of the like. “Girls!” Twilight yelled. “Dash-” She pointed to the unkempter Rainbow who had, unfortunately, been crushed by a door- “You're Rainbow. The other one is Dash. Okay, now we can talk to each other.” “Who wants to talk?” Rainbow said. “Rainbow has a point, Twi. And she's pretty damn sexy,” Dash continued. “Ugh, we have to talk, because Dash is a changeling.” “Am not,” both Rainbow and Dash replied simultaneously. “Not you, Rainbow. You, Dash,” she said, pointing directly at the pegasus that most recently entered the room. “Oh yeah? Prove it.” Twilight yanked the changeling's tail, provoking a loud, low groan and a step backwards. “Agh! That doesn't prove anything! Do it again!” “Uh, sorry dude,” Rainbow replied, jumping up to rest her forehooves on her duplicate. “I try to keep it a secret, but I-” Rainbow was interrupted as Twilight pulled her tail, too, provoking a high pitched and quiet squeal. She clung on to her own behind for support. “Mmm, yeah… I uh… Yeah. Now you know my secret.” “No, look,” Dash replied, “You obviously don't actually think I'm a changeling or I wouldn't be able to feed off of your emotions! Seriously, come on, think these things through.” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “So you're feeding off of our emotions, huh?” “Well, yeah, you make it har- oh Chrysalis damnit.” the changeling hung her head in shame. “Sorry, I'm kinda new at this. It was my first invasion, I've never really done this before. You guys were just so nice during the fight, a few of us wanted to come try and see you again.” “Shouldn't you have like, captured me or something.” Rainbow hugged her clone closer and leaned in to smell her own mane. “We didn't want to hurt you!” “I didn't say hurt, I said captured. Our fight was great, I got to make out with so many Twilights.” “You… Aren't mad? We assumed you'd try to kill us on sight, we did try and take over the kingdom.” Twilight shrugged. “It's not like you could have actually done it anyway.” “But… We beat you.” “No, you tired us out,” Rainbow snapped back, “there's a difference.” “Why would we fight through an army when I can teleport?” Twilight asked, batting the changeling on her nose with a hoof. “Seriously, that wasn't a fight, it was fun. When do the rest of you guys get here?” “Uh, not until I give the all-clear and tell them I've successfully infiltrated you guys. That kinda did mean tying you up, Rainbow, so sorry about that.” Rainbow shrugged and slithered down her copy's back, dropping to her hooves behind herself. “Water under the tail, far as I'm concerned.” “Don't you mean under the bri-” Dash was cut off by a quick yelp as Rainbow pushed her head through her own tail and gave the changeling's clitoris a quick lick. “Are you g-” She was cut off again as Twilight pushed forward to meet the fake in another kiss. After a fraction of a second, she pulled back. “More cinnamon.” She kissed again, but again pulled back. “More sugar?” Once more, their lips entwined, rubbing over each other as Twilight sampled the otherworldly delights of her own personal make-your-own Rainbow Dash. “Can you do those fruit swirl things Pinkie makes?” Dash shook her head. “Sorry, never had one.” Rainbow's tongue began to lap at Dash's slit. Her promise of water under the tail was starting to become true—the changeling was proving her skill as a shapeshifter by mimicking the symptoms of arousal perfectly. Her tail began to raise, and the set of lips that wasn't currently Twilight's feast began to swell slightly and become damp. Dash groaned in appreciation, hardly able to believe the pony she'd arrived to capture was now pleasuring her in all the ways she'd dreamed of. “Oh, that's too bad. So you can only replicate tastes you've tasted? How fascinating.” Rainbow piped up from behind, pulling back the tiniest part of an inch and speaking so close her lips scraped against the false her's clitoris. “Yeah, this tastes like you.” She licked her lips and went back to work, slowly pushing her tongue a little inside, much to the mare's appreciation. “That's incredible. That happened months ago, and you still remember how I tasted?” “I co- agh! Could neve- never forget, Twi.” Twilight Sparkle blushed and raised her hoof to the changeling's cheek. “Well, you didn't get Dash's taste down, but you're sweet enough anyway.” Twilight leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek, then flung all three of them into the bed behind her. The Dashes crashed against the wall and fell down into place, and none of them wasted any time. “Do you know how you like it?” Twilight asked. Dash shook her head. “Let's experiment, then.” Rainbow continued licking down below. She was now diving quite deep, and had brought a hoof up to slowly massage the mare's clitoris. The changeling's face screwed up in pleasure and she began to quietly squeak, trying her best to emulate Dash's apparent mannerisms. Twilight positioned herself over the Dash and waited until she opened her eyes once more. “Woah,” Dash remarked, staring up at Twilight's slick marehood. “Is that all mine?” Rainbow licked a little more strongly and pinched “her” clitoris between two hooves, eliciting a heavy groan and heavy breaths. “You treat it well, okay?” Dash didn't need to be told twice. Her forehooves reached up and grasped Twilight's flank, pulling it down towards her so she was close enough to try and copy what Dash was doing to her. Twilight's reaction gave her the idea she was doing it right—the unicorn's moans and groans were like the finest music to her ears. She tasted magnificant—a hundred times better than she could have imagined. The way her coat felt was mind-blowing, and Dash couldn't help but think she loved that mare. It terrified her that, even as she began to lose control of her body and her blue form began to loosen, the outpouring of love from her was dwarfed by the connection the real deal felt. Dash didn't know if she could handle that much emotion, never mind feed off of it. Had they targeted this couple, instead of the royal couple, they could have ruled the world. “Ah! Aagh! Oooh!” she moaned, twisting and arching and shaking and panting as her body was overcome with bliss and her true black, holey form exploded out from within her. Her last concious thoughts were of ensuring the outpouring of sticky fluid from her perfectly-replicated Dashslit met the taste specifications Twilight had given her earlier. Then everything went white, and she couldn't think of anything any more. The black, twisted, hole-y creature awoke. Throughout her dreams she had felt the affections of two ponies she loved very much, and felt their arms wrap around her. Her dreams had felt safe, and true, and were the best she'd ever had. They were just dreams. She awoke to an empty bed. A tear-duct formed in the corner of her eye and began to produce the necessary fluid for a single tear, a tear made of regrets and broken hopes. A tear that screamed “If only they could have accepted me like I accepted them.” She shakily got out of bed and walked over to the window, pushing it open with a single hoof, and looked outside. What was she to tell her sisters? “They're great in bed, don't blame us, but they'll tear our hearts in two and leave us starving?” It would ruin them. One defeat was enough, she would have to lie. The two ponies she loved so much, but could never love her back, wouldn't have to deal with them again. Dash—she decided to keep the name. Few changelings ever took names, save for when they were in somebody else's body, but Dash felt right to her—flexed her wings and grew her flight muscles to be a little stronger. She needed to get out of there fast, before the shock of it really hit her and she began to shut down. A changeling without love was nothing. She was noth- Rainbow's muzzle nuzzled her on the side of her neck, pushing the unkempt mane to the side. “Hey, sexy, we thought you'd never wake up. C'mon, Pinkie's made some pancakes and brought some of those fruit swirls, the girls are dying to meet you.” Dash pulled the window closed as she turned. As she walked she started to regain her Dash-form, mixing elements of herself into it to ensure the two could be distinguished. Maybe she could work something out here after all. Customer Satisfaction (PinkieDash)Prompt Customer Satisfaction Start Time: 21:37 Expected End Time: 22:46 Actual End Time: 22:50 Story Pinkie Pie wore his apron proudly. It was a pure white—enchanted to be impossible to stain—and tied tightly around his body. With one hoof he held a frying pan, shaking it occasionally as he made another round of pancakes, and with one rear he held the attention of everybody else in the room, shaking it occasionally as he made another round of sharp breaths. The six ponies he was feeding—or five ponies, one changeling—dug into their feast gratefully. They also ate their pancakes with glee. Dash, the changeling, stared her pile of breakfast goods down. The syrup cascaded down the side, rippling across the folds and splits and pooling on the plate beneath. “So uh, you guys eat this sort of stuff, huh?” Rainbow Dash—the pony Rainbow Dash—nodded, loudly chewing another mouthful. “It's good!” she exclaimed, shooting tiny pieces of pancake across the table. “Try it!” Twilight Sparkle lifted a bite-sized piece up to her mouth and began to chew it as she pulled a notepad from a nearby shelf and began to note something down while staring at the changeling. “Don't mind me, but this is fascinating.” “W- What are you doing?” Dash shifted uneasily under Twilight's gaze. Twilight scribbled something down. “Just watching you. Carry on as you normally would. Pretend I'm not even here.” She licked the end of her quill and wrote more in earnest. “I wouldn't normally eat these flan shakes at all, we don't need to eat your fo-” Pinkie Pie chose that moment to bounce over and plop another pile of goodies on top of her already sizable stack. Pinkie's head rested atop Dash's—the real Dash. “Gosh, you guys must get really hungry if you don't eat!” “Well, no, we ea-” “I bet you'll love these, best thing you've ever tasted!” Pinkie bounced. His head knocked into Dash's on every leap, but the pegasus didn't seem to mind, instead preferring a continued chew. “Well I mean, I don't think I even know how to!” The changeling leaned closer to the stack of pancakes and unleashed her forked tongue to give it a lick. “Mmm, they do taste nice, though.” “Yay!” Pinkie jumped extra high, and thus came down extra hard on Dash's head. The pancakes under it splattered as the pegasus's face dropped at high speed. A moment later, she looked up. A moment after that, the pancakes began to peel off one by one, leaving only a sticky and wet-looking face behind. Dash looked up at her assailant. “Pinkie?” “Uh-huh, Dashie?” Pinkie's grin wouldn't have been out of place on a doll or a toy. It was not a face anybody else at the table could have made, save the changeling—but that would be cheating. Dash leapt backwards, striking the stallion on his chest and beating her wings with enough force to send them both flying backwards through the air until Pinkie struck a hard surface and Dash could pin him down with a strong hoof and a stronger glare. “I've been working out, still think you can take me?” Pinkie nodded, and his grin grew even wider. He leaned in and licked a dollop of syrup from the mare's face. “Of course I can take you, Dash! Here, on the counter, on the table, in Sugarcube Corner, anywhere you want!” The changeling's ears perked up. She began to blush. “I- Oh my, are you talking to me?” Pinkie's forelegs wrapped around Dash and pulled her into a tight hug so that he could see over her head. The pegasus squeaked and struggled, but couldn't overcome the crushing embrace. After a few moments, she shrugged and hugged back, rubbing her syrup-laden face over the stallion's chest. “Nuh-uh, Changeling-pants. You can't be Dashie, Dashie's right here!” “O- Oh. I thought… Oh. I suppose I'll need a name then, won't I?” 'Dash' looked down at her pancakes and poked them with a sky-blue forehoof. Twilight made another note. “That depends, do you want to stick around? I imagined you'd be wanting to go back to your brothers and sisters.” The changeling shook her head. “What's the point? It's not like we're gonna be invading anything for a while. Sitting around starving in a cave for a few years isn't much to entice me. Th- that is, if you guys are okay with me sticking around.” Twilight shrugged. “So long as you keep out of trouble there shouldn't be a problem. I'll have to ask Celestia, of course, but you could be a fascinating research project and I'm sure she'll agree.” Rarity made a noise. A noise designed to attract attention, but not actually say anything. It was her “ask me what I think” noise. Twilight Sparkle had studied it in depth. “What do you think, Rarity?” “Well, I refuse to allow a creature that looks that uncouth anywhere near me.” Rarity turned her nose up and looked away. “Dash” looked down into her pancakes. “Hey!” Dash exclaimed. “She looks exactly like me!” Pinkie immediately grabbed her once more and rolled, pressing her against the floor. Fortunately, the bottle of syrup had been upturned over her some few moments previously, and she could wriggle out of the stallion's grip and dart over to the door. Pinkie tackled her in mid air again and pressed her against the wall. Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Well, Rainbow Dash, be that as it may. Changeling, you need a new name and a new look. Usually your parents should give you the first, but I can give you the last.” She brushed her mane to the side with a hoof and shook her head to show off her features. “Twilight, darling, you have been taking notes, correct?” Twilight nodded, then tapped the floating notepad with a hoof. “It's all here.” “Well, dear, I think the poor creature has your eyes. Perhaps you and Rainbow Dash should name her.” Rarity stood up and carefully wiped the corners of her mouth on a perfectly clean handkerchief. She returned it to where it had came from still perfectly clean. “I, however, shall be in my boutique. I have much work to do. Fluttershy, I'll see y-” “Where's Fluttershy?” Rarity looked under the table and behind a bookshelf. The mare was nowhere to be seen. The changeling pointed at the door. “She's hiding through there.” “Now how in Equestria could you know that?” Rarity raised both eyebrows. “I can feel it. You six are connected so strongly. I feel less hungry just from being in the same room as you.” She winced, feeling a stronger pulse of love run through the room. She snapped around to stare at Dash and Pinkie, who were now utterly covered in syrup, chocolate sauce, and sugar. The kitchen was an atrocious mess. Pinkie currently had Dash pinned down and was licking her ears clean, prompting a staggering outpouring of affection from the pegasus. “I think we should leave them to it,” Twilight quipped. “I'll go make sure Fluttershy is okay.” “I'll come with, Twilight,” Applejack straightened her hat and walked out of the room. Twilight followed soon after. “Come now,” Rarity said, pointing to the changeling. “I'm sure we can find a look that satisfies both of us. Maybe you could try my mane. Can you lose the wings, they're so uncouth.” Rarity continued making tiny suggestions as she and the changeling walked out of the room. Her voice eventually died away as the two left. Dash sighed. Pinkie Pie's nibbling was cleaning her ear effectively, and it felt amazing. Her tail jutted from side to side as her body became a battleground for her need to fight and better Pinkie, and her need to do absolutely nothing and let Pinkie nibble. “Hey, Pinks?” “Mm-hm?” “Can you do that thing with your hooves again?” Pinkie sat down on Dash's rear and raised his forehooves, before slowly pushing and prodding her back. It was an awkward massage, but a massage all the same. “Like this?” he whispered, nuzzling into the side of Dash's ears once more. Dash nodded. “Yeah, that's the stuff. More of that.” Pinkie nodded and relaxed. “We'll totally need a shower later to get all this stuff off. Ooh, we should shower together!” He grinned. The thought was enough to make him blush, among other things. Dash felt one of those other things begin to press into her back. “Woah, Pinkie. Showers get you going that much?” The pegasus wriggled, not out of any desire to escape but rather just for wriggling's sake. Pinkie shook his head. “Nuh-uh, Dash, you do.” “Mmm, I know I do, Pinks,” Dash moaned as the stallion began to nibble around her neckline, licking up the generous coating of chocolate that had settled there. “What'd you think of our guest?” “She's pretty, but I haven't really met her yet. We totally need to throw a party for her tonight!” Pinkie kissed up the side of Dash's mane. Dash smiled. “Man, you really haven't changed a bit, have you?” Pinkie nodded, managing a rate of several nods per second. “I have too! I have a penis now! Gosh, I'd have thought you'd have noticed by now.” The pegasus rolled her eyes. “I know that, bu- Actually, forget I said that. I dunno what you're talking about, Pinkie, I guess you're gonna have to show me.” Pinkie snorted and jumped off of Dash's back. He grabbed the mare around the chest and fell backwards, pulling her on top of him. “I'm pretty sure you've seen it before, Dash!” Rainbow Dash began to grind herself against Pinkie's shaft, pressing it between her and the stallion's stomach. “I- mng- I probably just need a reminder.” She blushed, purely through arousal, and her tail rose above her head. Even Pinkie could surely see she was just playing around. “Ooh, Dash, that tickles!” Pinkie sat up, forcing Dash to slide down and sit on the floor immediately in front of him. The long rod jutted up between them. Dash involuntarily licked her lips. “I uh, so that's what it looks like. Okay, seen it, I'm bored now. What're we gonna do on the floor, Pinkie?” The mare looked up with a sly grin on her face and a hungry look in her eyes. “Hm, we could tickle! Or play Spin the Bottle, or… Ooh, how about twenty questions?” Dash nodded at the last one. “Okay, I'll start. How hard are you gonna rut me?” Pinkie frowned. “Um, that's not a yes or no question, Dash.” Dash paused, then blinked. She opened her mouth as if to argue, but then closed it again. A moment later she continued. “Um, alright then. Are you gonna rut me?” Pinkie eagerly nodded. “Are you gonna do it hard?” Pinkie nodded even more excitably. “Are you gonna do it here?” Pinkie nodded so hard he began to rattle the floorboards. “What're you waiting for?” “That's not a yes o-” Dash groaned, then leapt. She met Pinkie in a kiss, hovering in front of his face on an easy wingbeat. Their tongues danced, and Pinkie's eyes slowly closed as he lost himself in it. When Dash finally pulled back, many seconds later, he was breathing heavily and no longer cared about rule violations in twenty questions. “Dash… I love you.” “I love you too, Pinkie,” Dash said as she repositioned herself so that her forehooves rested on the stallion's shoulders and her vagina rested on the tip of his shaft. “Now rut me.” Dash's wingbeat changed. In an instant, she pushed down as hard as she could, skewering herself on Pinkie's rod in a matter of moments. He grunted. She cried out as his tip pressed against the bottom of her cervix and she felt her body press against his. “I- ah…” Dash groaned. The simple act of speaking caused her to move around enough to drive a stake of pleasure through her stomach. She could have sworn her entire body had to twist to even allow Pinkie room, and yet somehow she was as filled as it was possible to be. Another wingbeat, and she wasn't. She easily slipped back up, pulling herself almost entirely free. Only the final half-inch still remained inside of her, anchoring her in place. “Pinkie…” she gasped, “Forget what I said about rutting me.” Pinkie frowned. “Oh no, I didn't hurt you, did I? Oh I'm so sorry is it ba-” “Shut up.” Dash punctuated her sentence with a tiny twist, flooding both of their bodies with pleasure. “I'm not hurt. I'm just gonna rut you silly instead.” “Oh.” Dash flapped down hard once again. Pinkie grunted as Dash slammed into her body once again. Before she could recover enough to speak, the mare flapped back up, and then down again. Before long she found a rhythm of hard slams and quick pulls that left both of them breathless. Specks of chocolate and syrup flew off every part of Dash's body as she shot through the air so fast she was almost a blur. Her mane danced before Pinkie's eyes, covering her face one moment and hanging before her eyes the next. Dash's eyes glazed over as her actions became instinct. Her wingbeats became less controlled and she began to grunt and squeak wildly. The floorboards creaked and groaned beneath them, and Pinkie's vision began to blur. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, and after one more look at Dash's face, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, he didn't want to. Pinkie groaned out into the room as he felt his body spasm, and he shot a load of fresh sticky pony semen deep inside Dash's body. She squealed in response, feeling the heat spread through her and wash her worries away. Her wings fluttered to a stop, then she fell forward against the stallion's chest. Pinkie let himself fall back, and wrapped his strong forelegs around his mare. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find nothing came out—he'd groaned himself hoarse. He grinned—So that's what that feels like! Huh, no wonder Dashie likes it so much. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, was simply asleep. She'd exhausted herself, and was more than happy to lie slumbering in her stallion's legs. She'd need her energy for the shower later, anyway.
Roleplay (TwiDash)Prompt Sometimes ponies like to inject a little fantasy into the bedroom. Whether pretending to be fictional characters, famous celebrities, or even each other, ponies like to get dressed up. You've got one day to write one hour ~~about~~: Ponies Roleplaying Story Rainbow Dash looked at the ball of scrunched up paper between her hooves. The text Screw [illegible] silly [Check] was visible on one side. She looked across the candlelit room at the purple unicorn sitting at the far side. Her muzzle was buried in a book, like normal. Unlike normal, that book came from Twilight's adult section. “Watcha reading, egghead?” Dash asked, throwing the paper on a wide arc towards the distracted mare. “Oh, it's-” Twilight stopped mid-sentence as the ball impaled itself on her horn. Rainbow Dash burst out laughing as Twilight's expression slowly shifted from one of genuine enthusiasm to a mix of irritation and amusement. Rainbow Dash was a good shot, she knew she was, but there were some things she could never compete with Twilight on. A fraction of an instant later, Dash felt four hooves slam into her back, knocking her to the floor and pinning her there. The scrunched up to-do list dropped in front of her eyes and rolled a few feet away as Twilight cemented her hold on the pegasus, carefully drawing runes and glyphs at the end of each of her hooves to hold her still and bind her will. “It's a book on ancient Equestrian mating rituals,” Twilight whispered, leaning close to Dash's ear and whispering. “I was thinking we could try some.” Her sentence was punctuated with some light slaps to Dash's flank, prompting quiet squeaks and grunts from the now tightly-held pegasus. “Anything new in there?” Dash gasped back, feeling the tip of Twilight's magic running over her body. “You've kept me so bored tonight, Twilight, I- ah- I need this.” Twilight sighed. “Not really, the ancient Equestrians weren't that imaginative. Let's see, there's a ritual involving some knives and a- oh dear, that's a sacrifice. Oh! How about this one, it has snakes!” “Do you have any snakes?” “Well, no, but I'm sure we could borrow some from Fluttershy.” “Aren't they dangerous?” “Well yes, that's the point. It sounds very exciting. Look, there are even illustrations! One pony gets tied down—we've already done that—then the room is slowly filled with snakes!” Dash paused to think about it. “Twi, how the hay is that meant to get me off?” “I haven't read that far,” Twilight said, brushing away Dash's concerns, “but it'd be something new, wouldn't it? Come on, Dash, we need something new. I'm bored of just rutting you to sleep!” “Yeah, I know the feeling,” Dash replied. Her limbs were still spread out and her tail still jutted into the air, but her tone was one of disappointment. “Man, I was really hoping for something fun. I guess we could borrow Pinkie's gags again, that could be fun.” “Nah, I'm sick of them. I dunno what else we could do with them.” “Twilight,” Dash said, her voice suddenly tinged with fear. “What if we've finally done everything? What if there isn't anything new left? I mean, we've done it on the bed, in mid air, on the moon, in that weird magical pocket dimension thing of yours, in Canterlot gardens, under Celestia's bed while she slept-” “Yes, Dash, I get it.” “-and I never thought we'd top cumming during a Sonic Rainboom, but that time in the Everfree Forest with all those plants? Man, why can't we have something like that again? I think we've done everything, Twi.” Twilight made a disgruntled grunt. “We can't have. Maybe we should invite somepony else?” “Then it wouldn't be just us anymore,” Dash said. “You know that breaks the rules. Saturdays are our night, just us.” An idea suddenly flew into Twilight's head, smashing past her usual barriers of 'No, that's stupid' and 'Is Pinkie writing my mind again?'. “No, Dash! That's it!” she said. “We'll have to be not us!” “Huh?” “We've never done it as not us!” Dash pondered. “What, like… I'll call myself Chromatic Smash and then we rut?” Twilight twitched. “Let's leave your Ponies and Parties character out of this, Dash. Let's do something… nopony could ever find out about!” “Something Rarity'd faint if she even suspected?” “Exactly!” “Well, I have always wanted to do your brother.” “Dash!” Twilight exclaimed. “I can't believe you. You spent ages with him at the wedding, why didn't you make a move?” “He's married!” “So?” “I know we're open about it, but he might not be!” “Pff.” Twilight rolled her eyes and shone her horn. A thin streak of light appeared to the side of the two bored and horny ponies. It opened, taking the two sides of the world around it with it as if Twilight was cracking reality itself. As it happened, she was. “Celestia would be so mad at me if she knew about this.” Twilight giggled and pulled a tiara from the void, before plopping it down on Dash's head. Immediately, the frazzled and unkempt mane of the rainbow coloured mare straightened and curled, taking on the appearance of somebody much classier and more refined. “Woah-” Dash stopped, realising her voice was higher and less prone to cracking. Her accent was different too, she'd lost that east Cloudsdale twang and replaced it with the smooth tones of an upper Canterlotion. “Oh my, Twilight!” she said, putting on her classiest vocabulary to match her well-kept coat. “What have you done to me?” “A simple transformation spell, tied to the item I just created,” Twilight explained. She pulled another few things out—a set of armour, it looked like. “If we're going to pretend to be somepony else, we may as well do it properly.” “Gosh, darling. Your spells really do impress me sometimes.” Twilight pulled a helmet around her head and closed her eyes, feeling the magic overtake her. Dash wouldn't have been able to feel it, but she could. The enchantment ran through her body, energising every cell and adding another layer of perception on top of her skin. She felt the speech centres of her brain twist to accommodate the new knowledge of her new accent, and moved her hindlegs apart a little to accommodate her new anatomy. “Heh, it does work!” Twilight said, in a voice much lower than her own. A male voice. Her brother's male voice. “Still think I'm sexy, Dash? Or should I say, Cadence?” Dash licked her lips. “Darling, I married you, didn't I?” “Yes, and you even turned down my sister's advances, even though she's really really nice and—if I do say so myself—fantastic in bed.” “Twi, would your brother ever actually say that?” Dash said, dropping down to her usual higher pitched tones. “No, of course not!” Twilight replied in her natural voice. “I'd never have… relations with my brother!” “So, come on, stay in character! Honestly, we have to get you playing Ponies and Parties more often.” Dash leant down until her head was pressed against the floor. The curls of her mane brushed against the dirt and started to unravel, and while both of them knew the mane wasn't real, seeing it start to come apart as a result of their lust was still exciting. “So uh, how transformy are these spells?” “I'm anatomically accurate, if you're asking. Assuming my brother is on the far right of the bell curve, anyway, I haven't checked.” “Oh, he is.” “Excellent.” Twilight switched back to her brother's voice. “Bend over, love.” “Y'know I don't actually need to be in character for this, I'm fine with screwing your brother myself.” “Shut up, Dash.” Rainbow Dash sighed, rolled her eyes, and started to speak in Cadence's voice once more. “Oh, darling, you must have had such a difficult day! Why don't you just lie down and let wifey make it all better?” “Only if you promise to let me at that sweet ass of yours later, love,” Twilight replied. Dash winked and pushed Twilight over. Her metal armour clinked against the floor as she toppled, landing on her back and baring all for Dash to see. Between Twilight's purple haunches was a quickly stiffening penis that, as she had said, was far on the right side of any bell curve. By the time it was semi-hard, it already seemed to tower above Dash's head. She squeaked and opened her mouth, kissing the side from top to bottom to speed its growth. “Mmm, it tastes like a Sparkle.” “Gnh… hurry up, Da- Candyass, I don't have all night. I have guard duties and stuff that'll keep me from even sending a letter to my sister for years because I'm so-” Twilight was cut off as Dash's lips met the tip of her newfound horsecock. They parted only as much as was absolutely necessary to force the meaty shaft through, forcing it through for Dash to run her tongue over and take in both the taste and sensation of taking both Sparkles at once. Metaphorically. “Oh, Celestia Dash that feels-” “Shut up, Shiny,” Dash said. Her voice was muffled by the thick and pulsing cock in her mouth, but the point still stood. As did other things. In an attempt to keep Twilight's silence active, Dash began to suck, bobbing her head up and down over the large stallionhood and grinning as her mane began to untangle, returning to something closer to her natural style. She started to moan, pushing a forehoof under herself to fiddle her nethers and sate her body's burning desire. “Oh, Dash, I'm gonna- I'm gonna-” Twilight groaned as her body gave in and thrust her into orgasm. A flood of true-to-life cum shot down Dash's throat, causing her to leap back in surprise. Unfortunately for her, a second load followed, splattering against her face, mane, and tiara. Twilight collapsed, lying back against the floor panting heavily. “That- Celestia, Dash, that was amazing.” “Seriously? You lasted, like, twenty seconds. If that. My hoof is barely even wet.” “Don't- don't blame me… this anatomy… should be accurate.” “Man, poor Cadence. I bet she's regretting turning you down now. Whatever, come on, Twi, get up.” “Too tired, time… sleep.” Dash rolled her eyes. “Pff, stallions.” With a single arm she pulled Twilight to her hooves, keeping her steady until she could stand by herself, and then leant down before her. Her cum-splattered face touched the floor, and her unfortunately unmarked “Candyass” stuck into the air. “You made me promise, Twi. Now come on, rut me.” “Pf, like my brother could ever keep his promises. A letter a week, he said, we'd never lose touch, he said. Yeah, look what happened!” “Twilight! Rut me.” “Oh, whoops, sorry.” Twilight shakily walked forward, using what little time she had to cast a variety of her favourite spells. Endurance and rejuvenation for her, and the most powerful Weakness to Orgasm spell she had on Dash. Maybe—just maybe—that would counteract her brother's short fuse. She jumped, mounting Dash's rear in one smooth motion. With a touch of magic, aligning herself was a trivial task and she soon felt the primal urge to thrust as the head of her length pressed into Dash's puffy and slick lower lips. She pushed, slowly entering and travelling deeper into her companion. “Ah… ah!” she moaned, feeling Dash's heartbeat send lightning strikes of pleasure through her. Before she'd managed to insert herself fully, the constant battering from Dash's body proved too much, even with her endurance spells, and Twilight came. “Ooooh,” Dash groaned, feeling the hot cum spew inside of her. “Oh that feels great,” she said, finished with a happy sigh. “Celestia yes, more of that!” Twilight pulled out and fell to the side, exhausted. “Oh come on!”
Surprised (FlutterDashPie)Prompt You have sixty-nine minutes (I do not know WHY I didn't think of that before) to write about: A pony or ponies getting caught Begin: 12:14 Planned End: 13:13 Actual End: 13:17 Story A lone cloud floated across an azure sky, idly making its way over the autumn-brown leaves of Sweet Apple Acres. The sun rested on the edge of the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, over the houses of Equestria's many settlements, and onto the body of one particular pegasus. “Oh, it's… beautiful,” Fluttershy said, squeaking quietly and rolling to the side to rest a little more of her weight on her companion. Rainbow Dash grinned and adjusted the wing she was using to keep most of Fluttershy in the shade, lest the bright sun cause her some undue pain. “It's not the only thing.” “Oh, my,” Fluttershy replied. “It was lovely of you to bring me up here, Dash. I'm always too afraid to watch the sunset alone.” “Afraid? Of the sunset?” Dash asked, somewhat incredulously. “Oh yes. It's amazing, but as soon as it's over it'll be dark. I just want to be tucked up in bed when it's dark.” Rainbow Dash smiled and leant over to nuzzle her yellow-bellied friend affectionately. “You aren't scared now, are you?” “No, Dash. I'm- I'm not scared anymore. You make me feel safe, I know you'd never let me get hurt. You care so much, I don't know how you manage to hide it in front of everypony else.” “I care about all of you so much, 'shy. I don't hide it, they've just never known me when I didn't care for them.” “That's sweet, Dash,” Fluttershy replied, rolling over completely to rest her head on Dash's chest. The arrogant, speedy pegasus had a heart of gold, and Fluttershy could feel its beat. The sun had begun to slip beneath the distant line separating land from sky, marking the end of yet another day. Fluttershy watched it in awe, but even kept in rapt amazement she could tell Dash's heart wasn't really in it. “What's wrong, Dash?” “N- nothing! It's fine.” “You can tell me, Dash,” Fluttershy said, using her most soothing voice. The one she used on lions, tigers, and bears. The one that she could have sworn had almost magical properties in its ability to make dangerous and scared animals behave. “It's okay, I'm here for you.” “O- okay,” Dash said, relenting. “Nopony else has ever known a time when I didn't care for them. Maybe just because I'm good at hiding when I get scared, but nopony ever takes care of me. I'd… I'd like that, even if it was just once. If it ever happened, though, I'd never live it down. My reputation would be like, over. Forever. That's a long time, Shy.” Fluttershy remained silent for a few moments, staring out into the sunset but not really concentrating on it. What she was focussed on was Rainbow Dash—the way her chest rose and fell as she breathed a little heavier than normal. The way her heart was beating like a drum, or the way the wing keeping Fluttershy's lower body shaded was quivering just a little—just enough to be noticeable. Rainbow Dash was nervous, perhaps even bordering on scared. With that realisation, Fluttershy experienced an epiphany of sorts. Rainbow Dash was fearless against anything and everything that scared her, but that didn't mean Dash didn't have worries too. That didn't mean she couldn't be scared off her hooves by something as simple as never knowing if she could really relax around her friends, as their fearless protector. “Shh, Dash,” Fluttershy said, rolling over onto her back, leaving Dash's chest cold and un-rested on. “It's okay, you don't have to be scared. We're alone here, nopony can find out. I'm here for you, Dash, I always have been. I always will be. I love you.” “I love you too, Fluttershy,” Dash whispered. “I just can't let go. What if somepony needs me?” “There's nothing scary out here, Dash. You're here with me, how could there be?” Fluttershy patted her chest with a hoof, signalling Dash to mimic her earlier embrace. The scared pegasus did so, rolling over to rest a leg across Fluttershy's stomach and a head on her chest. It was Dash's turn to listen to the calming beat of another's heart, knowing they were relaxed and safe, and knowing they didn't have to do anything more to protect them. “Yes, good girl,” Fluttershy whispered, again in her most soothing tones. She raised a hoof and began to stroke it through Dash's rat's nest of a mane, straightening it over her back and brushing it away from her gorgeous red eyes. Forgetting the sunset, Fluttershy stared. She couldn't look directly into the sun for fear of getting burned, but she could look directly into Dash's eyes without any fear at all. The twin magenta pools quivered and shook ever so slightly as Dash fought between the two sides of her personality. Finally, she closed her eyes and pushed her head further into Fluttershy's coat, breathing deeply to take it in. Her protector. Her fearless protector. “I love you, Fluttershy,” Dash whispered. “You make me feel so good.” Fluttershy smiled. “You make me feel good too, Dash. Do you want to feel even better?” Dash nodded, rubbing her cheek against Fluttershy's chest. Her tail shifted from side to side with the spark of excitement. “Then just relax,” Fluttershy whispered, “You don't have to do anything. I'm used to taking care of my animal friends, and you're more than just a friend.” “Not an animal, though,” Dash jokingly whispered back, opening a wing to hug more tightly around Fluttershy's form. “I'll make you scream like one, though.” Dash's head shot up. “Wha- what?” “Oh, I'm sorry, did I shock you? I though you wanted me to- oh, I'm sorry, Dash. I've ruined the moment now, haven't I?” “N- no! No, I was just… Where did you learn to speak like that?” “You don't rut me so hard I can't hear, Dash. I know I like it when you talk like that, so I just thought…” Dash raised a hoof to Fluttershy's mouth to silence her. “You thought right. Please, Fluttershy, while it's just us, can you… Can you make me your mare?” Fluttershy nodded. She patted her chest and Dash returned to it, hugging even tighter than before. She wasn't as relaxed, however, as she could feel Fluttershy's heart beating like a drum. Hers was too, they both knew what was coming. Dash was. With a single wingbeat, Fluttershy flipped over, taking Dash with her. They rolled until Dash was pinned down beneath Fluttershy, forced an inch or so down into the cloud's body. Within moments, Fluttershy had her pinned down properly, holding her legs down with her own and keeping her locked in place with a lusty glare. Dash did a spectacular Fluttershy impression, staring back with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “Do you want this?” Fluttershy asked, raising one wing to the side. “Yes,” Dash breathlessly replied. “Tell me how much,” Fluttershy said, lowering that wing and brushing it along Dash's inner thigh. The pegasus gasped and her blue cheeks began to flush red. “Oh, Fl- Please.” Dash gasped as Fluttershy's wing brushed within inches of her most sensitive areas. “Please, I need this.” “Tell me you want me,” Fluttershy said. She wanted little more than to take Dash there and then, but she knew how much she loved the buildup—how much Dash forcing her to say such awful things excited her—and knew she could never deprive her lover of it. “I love you, Fluttershy! Please!” “Okay,” Fluttershy whispered. “Now, please hold still, I'm going to rut you like the dirty animal you know that, deep down, you want to be. Um, if that's okay with you.” “It is.” Fluttershy's wing jumped to strike Dash between the legs, embedding itself a little way between the submissive pegasus's nether lips. Dash immediately bit her lower lip to try and soften the moan, resulting in a tiny high pitched squeak. Dash's Fluttershy impression was doing very well. Her eyes closed, unfortunately hiding her gorgeous eyes. “Look at me while I rut you!” Fluttershy exclaimed. A second later both of their eyes went wide. “Oh, er. I'm sorry, I don't know what came ov-” “Fluttershy! It's fine! I li- I love you. And it.” “Okay,” Fluttershy cooed, raising one of her forehooves from Dash's leg to stroke the pegasus on her cheek. “From now on-” Fluttershy stamped her hoof back down, causing Dash to gasp in pain—though more from the shock than actual pain—and her gaze grew crueler, forcing Dash's expression into concern as if the yellow pegasus had just forced all her unneccessary submissiveness into the flightster. “-you don't speak unless I tell you to, got it?” Dash nodded. Her eyes were a mixture of fear, anticipation, and an intense lust that under any other situation would have terrified Fluttershy. She knew she couldn't be scared, however—she was Dash's fearless protector. Nothing was allowed to scare her now. Her wing began to flap up and down, dragging the feathers across Dash's skin and tickling her clitoris, eliciting squeak and groan alike from the blue pony currently writhing lightly under her hooves. Fluttershy felt guilty she wasn't stronger—she knew Dash would be holding back, ensuring she didn't accidentally overpower her and ruin the moment. She forced the guilt out of her mind—if she couldn't keep Dash down by force she'd do it another way. “Good girl,” she whispered, “Stay right there.” She stepped back, and a little to the side, getting a better angle for her wing. When she was happy, she pushed forward. Her wing speared through Dash, embedding itself inches deep and forcing Dash to moan loudly. A pegasus wing is incredibly flexible and sensitive. Every feather can be manipulated individually, and a good chunk of Fluttershy's were inside Dash, moving around to tickle and rub against her inner walls. Fluttershy felt Dash's heat burning against her wing, but that only inspired her to dive deeper. Dash could hardly move; every centimetre she accidentally slipped caused Fluttershy's wing to press against her in new and interesting ways, sending yet another lightning-bolt of pleasure through her. Any attempt to move was met with overwhelming sensation that left her breathless. “You're enjoying this, aren't you, Dash?” Fluttershy asked, starting to slowly pull her wing out a few inches so she could begin a slow rhythm of rutting. Truth be told, she was a little concerned she wouldn't be able to trust anywhere near as hard as Dash could, rendering the whole exercise problematic. “Yes! Celestia, yes, you're amazing, Fluttershy!” “Thank you,” Fluttershy said. Her rhythm had met it's maximum. A wingpower of 2.3—she hadn't been practising lately—wasn't enough to really get Dash screaming, and yet her wings already were. She couldn't rut any harder. “Need any help?” Pinkie Pie asked. A second later, she fell, only to return a moment later. There was now a trampoline below their cloud. Dash's eyes shot open as she sat up. “Pinkie Pie, what ar-” “Sh.” Fluttershy's hoof went to Dash's mouth to silence her. “Quiet. Lie down.” Dash did so. Pinkie Pie knew already anyway, what was the use in pretending otherwise. At least this way she might manage to get a little perverse excitement before her friends disowned her for being a liar. “Hello, Pinkie!” “Heya, Flutters. You ruttin' Dash?” “Oh, yes, it's very tiring.” “I was wondering when she'd get round to asking somepony. And, duh! Of course it'd be you. Silly Dash, I bet she thought I didn't know!” “Oh yes, she was quite adamant nopony find out. Could you um, could you forget you saw this? I think she'd like that.” Pinkie Pie shrugged. “If Dashie doesn't want me to see her-” Pinkie Pie closed her eyes. “Oh, thank you, Pinkie. Could you, um, give me a hoof?” Pinkie grinned and jumped onto Fluttershy's back. She wrapped three hooves around the pegasus's body to ensure she didn't fall, and raised the fourth to Dash's slit. Fluttershy raised her own hoof to stop Pinkie's. “Dash, Pinkie wants to help, and I'd quite like her to join in. Do you have a problem with that?” “N- no, I-” Dash grunted as Pinkie's hoof almost instantly struck her. It began to stroke and thrust. Fluttershy's teasing had left her sensitive and lusty, and completely open to anything Pinkie might like to do. Even so, it took her by surprise when the pink pony wrapped her lips around her clitoris and began to suck. Pegasi manipulate things with their wings, unicorns with their horns, but earth ponies? They use their lips. “Aa- aa!” Dash's moans returned to high pitched squeals as pleasure began to wrack her body and fill her form. “Don't- don't stop- aah!” She began to writhe against the cloud, bucking against Pinkie's face and twisting her own in unmitigated ecstasy. Dash was always on top, she always lead. Whenever there was dancing, she decided what, whatever she did with her friends she was always the first to get them sticky, but to finally be pampered drove her over the edge faster than anything before it. Her squeal echoed across the landscape as one final scrape from Pinkie's tongue took her miles away. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh,” she whispered under her breath as her mind vacated her body and bathed in post-coital bliss. “Gosh, that is fun. We'll have to try that next time, huh Dashie?” The pegasus didn't respond. Fluttershy looked around. “Oh, oh dear. It's… dark.” “Well, duh! The sun's gone in.” “Oh my. Pinkie, hold me.” “Okie Dokie!” Pinkie jumped up, doing a backflip in the air and landing on Dash's panting and sticky form. She licked her lips, clearing off the last of Dash's juices, and stared at Fluttershy with lust in her eyes. “C'mere.”
Identity (RainbowSparkleDash)Prompt This week's prompt is: My Own Clone Start Time: 16:35 Expected Finish Time: 17:44 Actual Finish Time: 17:50 Story A dark, brittle-looking hoof slammed against the cold rock ground of a cave on the outskirts of Equestria. Its surface was riddled with holes and imperfections, as if whatever dark force created it cared little for aesthetic. It was connected to a body of a similar description, with four such legs, a pair of broken, gossamer wings, and a head with teeth as sharp as diamonds and eyes that glowed a deep red in the darkness. It was not the only member of its race present, instead several inhabited the cave, sitting around the broken remains of somebody else's fireplace. The embers had long since cooled, but none of them required light to see, or heat to live. Their eyes could subsist on the lonely parts of the electromagnetic spectrum that ponies dare not view, and their bodies were comfortable being stone cold; it allowed them to stalk their prey more effectively. The largest one opened what appeared to be a mouth, revealing row after row of sharp teeth and a forked tongue that snapped in the air, causing a rattle that would have ached the ear of anything that heard it, save for its brothers and sisters, whose black hearts allowed them to feel no pain, no sorrow or fear, or happiness, or love. In theory, anyway. “Did you see the pink one?” One of their number piped up. His face was smothered in pink kisses. “I've never seen anything fight like that. She had me beat, guys.” Another raised its hoof to catch the attention of its fellows, wincing halfway through. “You think you had it bad? The blue winged one bites. Not like, small bites, either, she really went for me. It felt amazing.” A third stretched out a wing. While it was thin and broken, it was also blue. “That's bad? I was the blue one. The purple horny one pinned me down and… Man, she was good. It wasn't just that, though, she knew I was pretending, but I could still feed on her a little.” All the changelings present nodded. Pink kisses spoke first, “I don't think we could have taken them all otherwise. The pink one moved so fast, nothing I could do slowed her down. She could have killed me, but she didn't, she kissed me.” “Where?” Blue Wings piped up. “Everywhere.” “Woah. Y'know, forget princess candyass, or I think we should be going after these guys.” The largest one, clearly a leader of sorts, looked up. “You think we could still pull off the invasion?” “Not a chance, I just want round two with the unicorn.” Rainbow Dash glided down into Ponyville town centre after a long day of moving clouds, and then napping on them. It had been exhausting work, but thankfully the sun was waning and it was now Saturday night. She thought back to the calendar she had at home; it was her most prized possession. Far from being a boring listing of days and somewhere to write down all the responsibilities she wished she didn't have, it was a guide to live her life by. Of a sort. She liked the Saturday column, because every single box was filled with a single sticker—a scaled-down representation of Twilight Sparkle's cutie mark. Except for that Saturday, which held another. Such a thing was highly unusual, though Twilight had been known to schedule impromptu threesomes in the past, it was rare and never happened without formal written consent. Even if that formal written consent happened while Dash had a quill in her mouth and a strap-on between her legs, and a pony tongue under her tail. Or two pony tongues. Needless to say, the consent forms rarely remained dry. That particular day's oddities were odder still, however—the day was marked not just with Twilight's mark, but with her own. Dash was, of course, the most amazingly spectacular pony there was, but that didn't mean she could sleep with herself. Even she couldn't fly that fast. “Hey, Pinkie!” She waved at the bright pink and bouncing stallion below her. “You haven't seen Twilight today, have you?” “Uh-huh! We had a playdate last night, it was great fun! We had cookies, and orange juice, and sex, and then pancakes!” Pinkie grinned. “It was super fun, you should join in!” “That's uh… Next Wednesday, I think?” Dash said, thinking back to her own calendar. She tried not to memorise the days to keep everything fresh and surprising, but days with Pinkie Pie had really stuck out since Twilight had changed her into a stallion, and they'd all decided they liked it so much they hadn't gotten around to turning her back yet. Twilight kept promising to derive the mare-ification spell again after Pinkie accidentally destroyed the book containing it, but every time she was close she ended up accidentally spilling a jar of potent, paper-eating acid over it. It was such a waste. Pinkie nodded. “I'll see you then! I've got some baking to do. Oh, and Fluttershy! Have fun with Twilight, I left her super tired for you!” Dash grinned. “Thanks, no wonder she made a mistake on the schedule, then. Maybe we'll just cuddle tonight.” Dash waved her goodbyes to Pinkie and trotted over to Twilight's library. Unusually, the front door was locked, and the windows were closed. That was no real barrier to the pegasus, who knew that the window immediately to the side of Twilight's bed had been broken in a freak screwdriver accident, causing it to no longer lock. Again, this was something Twilight had meant to fix, but every time she tried her tools were destroyed when she accidentally knocked a jar of potent tool-eating acid over them. Such is life, she thought. Dash pried the window open and climbed inside the library. It was dark and the surface of the floor was covered with books, dust, and research materials. There was evidence of a struggle from the torn sheets and upturned tables, and the entire room smelled like danger. All in all, a regular Saturday night. “Twilight? You in here?” Dash yelled, hoping to force the unicorn out of hiding. “I know you're here, you didn't change the sign out front to Closed!” There was a noise, like a thud from something heavy hitting the ground, from one of the adjacent rooms. Dash immediately sneaked over to peer through the keyhole. Through it, she saw something black and lined with a thick strip of red; something reflective, but expressive. Something beautiful, even by her standards, and something that was blocking her view of the next room. “Woah,” Dash said. Or heard. The noise had come from the other room, but it sounded to Dash very much like something she would say, and would have said had she not been interrupted by herself saying it. “What.” Confused, Dash kicked at the door, easily knocking it from its hinges and pushing it into the other room. Internal damage was something Twilight was quite adept at fixing, not least due to the lack of jars of tool-eating acid left lying around. “Dash?” Twilight asked, looking at the mare as if she was an impossibility, like a zebra's hex, a Pinkie Pie wearing a suit, or Applejack without a hat on. “Wha- h- that was amazing!” “Uh, thanks.” Dash stepped forward onto the door and began to walk into the room. The door groaned. “What was that?” “You? C'mere, Dash, enough showing off. Let's get back to where we were.” Twilight grabbed Dash's mane in a magic grip and yanked the mare into a kiss. Twilight's tongue forcefully explored the pegasus's mouth, hesitantly at first but growing more insistant with every moment. After what felt like minutes, Twilight pushed Dash away. “Eight out of ten. Texture's right, but she doesn't taste like that.” The door pushed itself up, revealing another Rainbow Dash lying in the rubble. Her coat was now dirty and her body looked slightly squashed. “Wh- uh… Am I over there? Is this one of those mirror things Rarity keeps whining at me to use?” Dash staggered past her doppelgänger and fell against Twilight's spare guest bed. “Ow…” The coherent Rainbow Dash took a step back. “I uh, I dunno what you're talking about, Twi. Rarity had me eating some awesome chocolates this morning, maybe you're tasting that?” “Did my reflection just talk? Can they do that?” Dash stopped for a moment, then sat bolt upright in bed. “Can they do more than that?” She jumped out of bed and began to inspect herself more closely. “Man, my mane looks great. I dunno what Rarity's talking about.” Her nose touched the other her's flank as she moved around inspecting herself. She gave herself a little lick. “Hello, sexy.” “Hey,” she responded. “You don't look too bad yourself.” “Uh, girls?” Twilight interrupted. Both Dashes looked at her. “Can I have your attention, please?” Both Dashes licked their lips. “You can always have my attention, Twi,” one said. “You can have more than just my attention, Twi,” the other said. They looked at each other. “Did we ju-” “Did you j-” “You can talk?!” both shouted at once, finally realising that the other was not a golem, doll, animated magic shard, hologram, or anything of the like. “Girls!” Twilight yelled. “Dash-” She pointed to the unkempter Rainbow who had, unfortunately, been crushed by a door- “You're Rainbow. The other one is Dash. Okay, now we can talk to each other.” “Who wants to talk?” Rainbow said. “Rainbow has a point, Twi. And she's pretty damn sexy,” Dash continued. “Ugh, we have to talk, because Dash is a changeling.” “Am not,” both Rainbow and Dash replied simultaneously. “Not you, Rainbow. You, Dash,” she said, pointing directly at the pegasus that most recently entered the room. “Oh yeah? Prove it.” Twilight yanked the changeling's tail, provoking a loud, low groan and a step backwards. “Agh! That doesn't prove anything! Do it again!” “Uh, sorry dude,” Rainbow replied, jumping up to rest her forehooves on her duplicate. “I try to keep it a secret, but I-” Rainbow was interrupted as Twilight pulled her tail, too, provoking a high pitched and quiet squeal. She clung on to her own behind for support. “Mmm, yeah… I uh… Yeah. Now you know my secret.” “No, look,” Dash replied, “You obviously don't actually think I'm a changeling or I wouldn't be able to feed off of your emotions! Seriously, come on, think these things through.” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “So you're feeding off of our emotions, huh?” “Well, yeah, you make it har- oh Chrysalis damnit.” the changeling hung her head in shame. “Sorry, I'm kinda new at this. It was my first invasion, I've never really done this before. You guys were just so nice during the fight, a few of us wanted to come try and see you again.” “Shouldn't you have like, captured me or something.” Rainbow hugged her clone closer and leaned in to smell her own mane. “We didn't want to hurt you!” “I didn't say hurt, I said captured. Our fight was great, I got to make out with so many Twilights.” “You… Aren't mad? We assumed you'd try to kill us on sight, we did try and take over the kingdom.” Twilight shrugged. “It's not like you could have actually done it anyway.” “But… We beat you.” “No, you tired us out,” Rainbow snapped back, “there's a difference.” “Why would we fight through an army when I can teleport?” Twilight asked, batting the changeling on her nose with a hoof. “Seriously, that wasn't a fight, it was fun. When do the rest of you guys get here?” “Uh, not until I give the all-clear and tell them I've successfully infiltrated you guys. That kinda did mean tying you up, Rainbow, so sorry about that.” Rainbow shrugged and slithered down her copy's back, dropping to her hooves behind herself. “Water under the tail, far as I'm concerned.” “Don't you mean under the bri-” Dash was cut off by a quick yelp as Rainbow pushed her head through her own tail and gave the changeling's clitoris a quick lick. “Are you g-” She was cut off again as Twilight pushed forward to meet the fake in another kiss. After a fraction of a second, she pulled back. “More cinnamon.” She kissed again, but again pulled back. “More sugar?” Once more, their lips entwined, rubbing over each other as Twilight sampled the otherworldly delights of her own personal make-your-own Rainbow Dash. “Can you do those fruit swirl things Pinkie makes?” Dash shook her head. “Sorry, never had one.” Rainbow's tongue began to lap at Dash's slit. Her promise of water under the tail was starting to become true—the changeling was proving her skill as a shapeshifter by mimicking the symptoms of arousal perfectly. Her tail began to raise, and the set of lips that wasn't currently Twilight's feast began to swell slightly and become damp. Dash groaned in appreciation, hardly able to believe the pony she'd arrived to capture was now pleasuring her in all the ways she'd dreamed of. “Oh, that's too bad. So you can only replicate tastes you've tasted? How fascinating.” Rainbow piped up from behind, pulling back the tiniest part of an inch and speaking so close her lips scraped against the false her's clitoris. “Yeah, this tastes like you.” She licked her lips and went back to work, slowly pushing her tongue a little inside, much to the mare's appreciation. “That's incredible. That happened months ago, and you still remember how I tasted?” “I co- agh! Could neve- never forget, Twi.” Twilight Sparkle blushed and raised her hoof to the changeling's cheek. “Well, you didn't get Dash's taste down, but you're sweet enough anyway.” Twilight leaned forward to give her a peck on the cheek, then flung all three of them into the bed behind her. The Dashes crashed against the wall and fell down into place, and none of them wasted any time. “Do you know how you like it?” Twilight asked. Dash shook her head. “Let's experiment, then.” Rainbow continued licking down below. She was now diving quite deep, and had brought a hoof up to slowly massage the mare's clitoris. The changeling's face screwed up in pleasure and she began to quietly squeak, trying her best to emulate Dash's apparent mannerisms. Twilight positioned herself over the Dash and waited until she opened her eyes once more. “Woah,” Dash remarked, staring up at Twilight's slick marehood. “Is that all mine?” Rainbow licked a little more strongly and pinched “her” clitoris between two hooves, eliciting a heavy groan and heavy breaths. “You treat it well, okay?” Dash didn't need to be told twice. Her forehooves reached up and grasped Twilight's flank, pulling it down towards her so she was close enough to try and copy what Dash was doing to her. Twilight's reaction gave her the idea she was doing it right—the unicorn's moans and groans were like the finest music to her ears. She tasted magnificant—a hundred times better than she could have imagined. The way her coat felt was mind-blowing, and Dash couldn't help but think she loved that mare. It terrified her that, even as she began to lose control of her body and her blue form began to loosen, the outpouring of love from her was dwarfed by the connection the real deal felt. Dash didn't know if she could handle that much emotion, never mind feed off of it. Had they targeted this couple, instead of the royal couple, they could have ruled the world. “Ah! Aagh! Oooh!” she moaned, twisting and arching and shaking and panting as her body was overcome with bliss and her true black, holey form exploded out from within her. Her last concious thoughts were of ensuring the outpouring of sticky fluid from her perfectly-replicated Dashslit met the taste specifications Twilight had given her earlier. Then everything went white, and she couldn't think of anything any more. The black, twisted, hole-y creature awoke. Throughout her dreams she had felt the affections of two ponies she loved very much, and felt their arms wrap around her. Her dreams had felt safe, and true, and were the best she'd ever had. They were just dreams. She awoke to an empty bed. A tear-duct formed in the corner of her eye and began to produce the necessary fluid for a single tear, a tear made of regrets and broken hopes. A tear that screamed “If only they could have accepted me like I accepted them.” She shakily got out of bed and walked over to the window, pushing it open with a single hoof, and looked outside. What was she to tell her sisters? “They're great in bed, don't blame us, but they'll tear our hearts in two and leave us starving?” It would ruin them. One defeat was enough, she would have to lie. The two ponies she loved so much, but could never love her back, wouldn't have to deal with them again. Dash—she decided to keep the name. Few changelings ever took names, save for when they were in somebody else's body, but Dash felt right to her—flexed her wings and grew her flight muscles to be a little stronger. She needed to get out of there fast, before the shock of it really hit her and she began to shut down. A changeling without love was nothing. She was noth- Rainbow's muzzle nuzzled her on the side of her neck, pushing the unkempt mane to the side. “Hey, sexy, we thought you'd never wake up. C'mon, Pinkie's made some pancakes and brought some of those fruit swirls, the girls are dying to meet you.” Dash pulled the window closed as she turned. As she walked she started to regain her Dash-form, mixing elements of herself into it to ensure the two could be distinguished. Maybe she could work something out here after all.
Customer Satisfaction (PinkieDash)Prompt Customer Satisfaction Start Time: 21:37 Expected End Time: 22:46 Actual End Time: 22:50 Story Pinkie Pie wore his apron proudly. It was a pure white—enchanted to be impossible to stain—and tied tightly around his body. With one hoof he held a frying pan, shaking it occasionally as he made another round of pancakes, and with one rear he held the attention of everybody else in the room, shaking it occasionally as he made another round of sharp breaths. The six ponies he was feeding—or five ponies, one changeling—dug into their feast gratefully. They also ate their pancakes with glee. Dash, the changeling, stared her pile of breakfast goods down. The syrup cascaded down the side, rippling across the folds and splits and pooling on the plate beneath. “So uh, you guys eat this sort of stuff, huh?” Rainbow Dash—the pony Rainbow Dash—nodded, loudly chewing another mouthful. “It's good!” she exclaimed, shooting tiny pieces of pancake across the table. “Try it!” Twilight Sparkle lifted a bite-sized piece up to her mouth and began to chew it as she pulled a notepad from a nearby shelf and began to note something down while staring at the changeling. “Don't mind me, but this is fascinating.” “W- What are you doing?” Dash shifted uneasily under Twilight's gaze. Twilight scribbled something down. “Just watching you. Carry on as you normally would. Pretend I'm not even here.” She licked the end of her quill and wrote more in earnest. “I wouldn't normally eat these flan shakes at all, we don't need to eat your fo-” Pinkie Pie chose that moment to bounce over and plop another pile of goodies on top of her already sizable stack. Pinkie's head rested atop Dash's—the real Dash. “Gosh, you guys must get really hungry if you don't eat!” “Well, no, we ea-” “I bet you'll love these, best thing you've ever tasted!” Pinkie bounced. His head knocked into Dash's on every leap, but the pegasus didn't seem to mind, instead preferring a continued chew. “Well I mean, I don't think I even know how to!” The changeling leaned closer to the stack of pancakes and unleashed her forked tongue to give it a lick. “Mmm, they do taste nice, though.” “Yay!” Pinkie jumped extra high, and thus came down extra hard on Dash's head. The pancakes under it splattered as the pegasus's face dropped at high speed. A moment later, she looked up. A moment after that, the pancakes began to peel off one by one, leaving only a sticky and wet-looking face behind. Dash looked up at her assailant. “Pinkie?” “Uh-huh, Dashie?” Pinkie's grin wouldn't have been out of place on a doll or a toy. It was not a face anybody else at the table could have made, save the changeling—but that would be cheating. Dash leapt backwards, striking the stallion on his chest and beating her wings with enough force to send them both flying backwards through the air until Pinkie struck a hard surface and Dash could pin him down with a strong hoof and a stronger glare. “I've been working out, still think you can take me?” Pinkie nodded, and his grin grew even wider. He leaned in and licked a dollop of syrup from the mare's face. “Of course I can take you, Dash! Here, on the counter, on the table, in Sugarcube Corner, anywhere you want!” The changeling's ears perked up. She began to blush. “I- Oh my, are you talking to me?” Pinkie's forelegs wrapped around Dash and pulled her into a tight hug so that he could see over her head. The pegasus squeaked and struggled, but couldn't overcome the crushing embrace. After a few moments, she shrugged and hugged back, rubbing her syrup-laden face over the stallion's chest. “Nuh-uh, Changeling-pants. You can't be Dashie, Dashie's right here!” “O- Oh. I thought… Oh. I suppose I'll need a name then, won't I?” 'Dash' looked down at her pancakes and poked them with a sky-blue forehoof. Twilight made another note. “That depends, do you want to stick around? I imagined you'd be wanting to go back to your brothers and sisters.” The changeling shook her head. “What's the point? It's not like we're gonna be invading anything for a while. Sitting around starving in a cave for a few years isn't much to entice me. Th- that is, if you guys are okay with me sticking around.” Twilight shrugged. “So long as you keep out of trouble there shouldn't be a problem. I'll have to ask Celestia, of course, but you could be a fascinating research project and I'm sure she'll agree.” Rarity made a noise. A noise designed to attract attention, but not actually say anything. It was her “ask me what I think” noise. Twilight Sparkle had studied it in depth. “What do you think, Rarity?” “Well, I refuse to allow a creature that looks that uncouth anywhere near me.” Rarity turned her nose up and looked away. “Dash” looked down into her pancakes. “Hey!” Dash exclaimed. “She looks exactly like me!” Pinkie immediately grabbed her once more and rolled, pressing her against the floor. Fortunately, the bottle of syrup had been upturned over her some few moments previously, and she could wriggle out of the stallion's grip and dart over to the door. Pinkie tackled her in mid air again and pressed her against the wall. Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Well, Rainbow Dash, be that as it may. Changeling, you need a new name and a new look. Usually your parents should give you the first, but I can give you the last.” She brushed her mane to the side with a hoof and shook her head to show off her features. “Twilight, darling, you have been taking notes, correct?” Twilight nodded, then tapped the floating notepad with a hoof. “It's all here.” “Well, dear, I think the poor creature has your eyes. Perhaps you and Rainbow Dash should name her.” Rarity stood up and carefully wiped the corners of her mouth on a perfectly clean handkerchief. She returned it to where it had came from still perfectly clean. “I, however, shall be in my boutique. I have much work to do. Fluttershy, I'll see y-” “Where's Fluttershy?” Rarity looked under the table and behind a bookshelf. The mare was nowhere to be seen. The changeling pointed at the door. “She's hiding through there.” “Now how in Equestria could you know that?” Rarity raised both eyebrows. “I can feel it. You six are connected so strongly. I feel less hungry just from being in the same room as you.” She winced, feeling a stronger pulse of love run through the room. She snapped around to stare at Dash and Pinkie, who were now utterly covered in syrup, chocolate sauce, and sugar. The kitchen was an atrocious mess. Pinkie currently had Dash pinned down and was licking her ears clean, prompting a staggering outpouring of affection from the pegasus. “I think we should leave them to it,” Twilight quipped. “I'll go make sure Fluttershy is okay.” “I'll come with, Twilight,” Applejack straightened her hat and walked out of the room. Twilight followed soon after. “Come now,” Rarity said, pointing to the changeling. “I'm sure we can find a look that satisfies both of us. Maybe you could try my mane. Can you lose the wings, they're so uncouth.” Rarity continued making tiny suggestions as she and the changeling walked out of the room. Her voice eventually died away as the two left. Dash sighed. Pinkie Pie's nibbling was cleaning her ear effectively, and it felt amazing. Her tail jutted from side to side as her body became a battleground for her need to fight and better Pinkie, and her need to do absolutely nothing and let Pinkie nibble. “Hey, Pinks?” “Mm-hm?” “Can you do that thing with your hooves again?” Pinkie sat down on Dash's rear and raised his forehooves, before slowly pushing and prodding her back. It was an awkward massage, but a massage all the same. “Like this?” he whispered, nuzzling into the side of Dash's ears once more. Dash nodded. “Yeah, that's the stuff. More of that.” Pinkie nodded and relaxed. “We'll totally need a shower later to get all this stuff off. Ooh, we should shower together!” He grinned. The thought was enough to make him blush, among other things. Dash felt one of those other things begin to press into her back. “Woah, Pinkie. Showers get you going that much?” The pegasus wriggled, not out of any desire to escape but rather just for wriggling's sake. Pinkie shook his head. “Nuh-uh, Dash, you do.” “Mmm, I know I do, Pinks,” Dash moaned as the stallion began to nibble around her neckline, licking up the generous coating of chocolate that had settled there. “What'd you think of our guest?” “She's pretty, but I haven't really met her yet. We totally need to throw a party for her tonight!” Pinkie kissed up the side of Dash's mane. Dash smiled. “Man, you really haven't changed a bit, have you?” Pinkie nodded, managing a rate of several nods per second. “I have too! I have a penis now! Gosh, I'd have thought you'd have noticed by now.” The pegasus rolled her eyes. “I know that, bu- Actually, forget I said that. I dunno what you're talking about, Pinkie, I guess you're gonna have to show me.” Pinkie snorted and jumped off of Dash's back. He grabbed the mare around the chest and fell backwards, pulling her on top of him. “I'm pretty sure you've seen it before, Dash!” Rainbow Dash began to grind herself against Pinkie's shaft, pressing it between her and the stallion's stomach. “I- mng- I probably just need a reminder.” She blushed, purely through arousal, and her tail rose above her head. Even Pinkie could surely see she was just playing around. “Ooh, Dash, that tickles!” Pinkie sat up, forcing Dash to slide down and sit on the floor immediately in front of him. The long rod jutted up between them. Dash involuntarily licked her lips. “I uh, so that's what it looks like. Okay, seen it, I'm bored now. What're we gonna do on the floor, Pinkie?” The mare looked up with a sly grin on her face and a hungry look in her eyes. “Hm, we could tickle! Or play Spin the Bottle, or… Ooh, how about twenty questions?” Dash nodded at the last one. “Okay, I'll start. How hard are you gonna rut me?” Pinkie frowned. “Um, that's not a yes or no question, Dash.” Dash paused, then blinked. She opened her mouth as if to argue, but then closed it again. A moment later she continued. “Um, alright then. Are you gonna rut me?” Pinkie eagerly nodded. “Are you gonna do it hard?” Pinkie nodded even more excitably. “Are you gonna do it here?” Pinkie nodded so hard he began to rattle the floorboards. “What're you waiting for?” “That's not a yes o-” Dash groaned, then leapt. She met Pinkie in a kiss, hovering in front of his face on an easy wingbeat. Their tongues danced, and Pinkie's eyes slowly closed as he lost himself in it. When Dash finally pulled back, many seconds later, he was breathing heavily and no longer cared about rule violations in twenty questions. “Dash… I love you.” “I love you too, Pinkie,” Dash said as she repositioned herself so that her forehooves rested on the stallion's shoulders and her vagina rested on the tip of his shaft. “Now rut me.” Dash's wingbeat changed. In an instant, she pushed down as hard as she could, skewering herself on Pinkie's rod in a matter of moments. He grunted. She cried out as his tip pressed against the bottom of her cervix and she felt her body press against his. “I- ah…” Dash groaned. The simple act of speaking caused her to move around enough to drive a stake of pleasure through her stomach. She could have sworn her entire body had to twist to even allow Pinkie room, and yet somehow she was as filled as it was possible to be. Another wingbeat, and she wasn't. She easily slipped back up, pulling herself almost entirely free. Only the final half-inch still remained inside of her, anchoring her in place. “Pinkie…” she gasped, “Forget what I said about rutting me.” Pinkie frowned. “Oh no, I didn't hurt you, did I? Oh I'm so sorry is it ba-” “Shut up.” Dash punctuated her sentence with a tiny twist, flooding both of their bodies with pleasure. “I'm not hurt. I'm just gonna rut you silly instead.” “Oh.” Dash flapped down hard once again. Pinkie grunted as Dash slammed into her body once again. Before she could recover enough to speak, the mare flapped back up, and then down again. Before long she found a rhythm of hard slams and quick pulls that left both of them breathless. Specks of chocolate and syrup flew off every part of Dash's body as she shot through the air so fast she was almost a blur. Her mane danced before Pinkie's eyes, covering her face one moment and hanging before her eyes the next. Dash's eyes glazed over as her actions became instinct. Her wingbeats became less controlled and she began to grunt and squeak wildly. The floorboards creaked and groaned beneath them, and Pinkie's vision began to blur. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, and after one more look at Dash's face, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, he didn't want to. Pinkie groaned out into the room as he felt his body spasm, and he shot a load of fresh sticky pony semen deep inside Dash's body. She squealed in response, feeling the heat spread through her and wash her worries away. Her wings fluttered to a stop, then she fell forward against the stallion's chest. Pinkie let himself fall back, and wrapped his strong forelegs around his mare. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find nothing came out—he'd groaned himself hoarse. He grinned—So that's what that feels like! Huh, no wonder Dashie likes it so much. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, was simply asleep. She'd exhausted herself, and was more than happy to lie slumbering in her stallion's legs. She'd need her energy for the shower later, anyway.
