Sweetie Belle walked down the street of Ponyville, content in her life. Such as it was. Unmarried, as no pony wanted to “make her compete with her sister.” No foals, since she saw it as improper to raise a filly or colt on her own without any financial backing. She barely had a job. Ever since the Cutie Mark Crusaders grew up and entered the working world, they’d drifted apart, somewhat. They still got together to hang out and be friends, but they didn’t do things together anymore. Not counting the occasional ice cream shop visits. Or lessons with Zecora.

Things had changed dramatically when Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy had gotten together. For the first while, Sweetie had wondered if they really were together. Rainbow had... flings... with all of her friends, including Rarity. Those flings had only resulted in five pregnancies, two from Fluttershy and three from Pinkie, two of which were twins. It still boggled Sweetie’s mind that Pinkie had birthed five kid. Granted, after meeting Pinkie’s mother it was sort of understandable. Pinkie and her three sisters were close in age. Close enough that it was assumed that Pinkie and the other Pie sisters were all quadruplets.

But Fluttershy seemed to be Rainbow’s wife. They hadn’t had an official wedding, per Fluttershy’s wishes, but it was assumed and accepted that they were an item. So what was the letter Rainbow had sent her about?

“Dear Sweetie Belle,

“Meet me at Fluttershy’s cottage before your concert tonight. Come with enough time to have snacks with me. Fluttershy will be overseeing preparations for the concert, so it will be just you and me.”

“Rainbow”

Sweetie pondered the letter as she walked down the path towards the cottage. She’d walked this path often enough she knew where to step to avoid sharp rocks digging into her hooves. As she neared the door, she raised a hoof to knock and froze.

“You will come in without knocking. When you enter, you’ll put on the first outfit you see, which will be a bodice, collar and spreader.” The voice in her head was Rainbow’s, and Sweetie knew what it was but had no defense against it. Not that she wanted to. Now that she was here, she knew why. Dash had picked her. Walking into the cottage, she barely noticed Rainbow sitting in the corner of the room as her horn lit, pulling the outfit to her. The collar went on first, followed by the bodice.

The spreader was... more difficult. She knew what they were for, knew why they’d be needed... but she’d never done something like this before. Closing her eyes, she let her magic maneuver it behind her, sliding the cold tip into her folds. She let out a moan as she pushed it in as far as it would go before her magic compressed the grips, holding it closed and spreading herself open for Rainbow Dash.

“No complaints. You want this. You’re old enough to have a stallion and don’t yet, so you want this more than you can imagine.” The order was given, but Sweetie Belle hadn’t needed it. She knew why she was here and she did, in fact, want this. She wanted Rainbow to mount her. She wanted this mare with stallion meat to fuck her. She wanted Rainbow Dash to breed her. Maybe Dash didn’t quite know the effect she’d had on Scootaloo when they were all younger. She certainly didn’t know about her young admirers’ private collection of pictures.

Raising her tail, Sweetie Belle lowered her chest to the ground as she felt Rainbow mount her. The large shaft slid deep inside her, the spreader doing its intended purpose of holding her open so the thick rod of mare meat could penetrate her to her deepest core. She didn’t complain, as Rainbow had ordered. She barely whined. She wanted this. Rainbow paused for a moment, allowing Sweetie to adjust, before gyrating her hips back and forth. The pressure of the spreader kept her from really feeling Dash inside her.

Apparently Dash had the same issue, as suddenly Sweetie Belle felt hooves fumbling with the release on the spreader. A small button on the side would allow it to pop apart, the halves coming free with a single thrust. Taking the initiative, Sweetie lit her horn, depressed the button, and suddenly felt the deep, throbbing warmth of Dash’s mare meat inside her. No condom, no protection, she was fucking Sweetie raw. And Sweetie Belle loved it. Every thrust, every gyration, every pound and thump and bump dragged a moan from both ponies.

After what seemed like an hour, Sweetie felt Dash starting to pull out. Lighting her horn, she grasped Rainbow’s haunches and pulled, slamming Rainbow in and locking them together. The sudden intrusion of Rainbow’s medial ring caused Sweetie to have her first orgasm, her formerly virginal slit clenching and squeezing around Rainbow. Then it happened. Her magic kicked in and Rainbow eep’d like Fluttershy, her own orgasm hitting her hard and filling Sweetie with virile mare cum. Sweetie’s magic had intruded into Rainbow’s holes. Her rear and her slit.

Twenty, real, minutes later, Sweetie stood on stage, singing her heart out. A plug kept Rainbow’s present from spilling out of her while she sang. She knew she wouldn’t get pregnant. She had a contraception spell cast on her a while back. The feeling of fullness while she sang gave her a sense of joy she hadn’t felt since her very first concert, when she was just a filly. Looking out on the crowd, she saw all of her friends, her sister and her friends, and Rainbow Dash at the front of the crowd, cheering her on.

Her face lit up in a smile as she hit the final note of the song, holding it as long as she could to the thunderous applause of the crowd that her skill as a singer had gathered.

Author's Note

And there we have it. Part 1 of 3 of the Hypno-Dash CMC Chronicles. This one is... relatively short? I think... I dunno. Lemme know what ya'll think and I'll have the next one up sooner or later.