Author's Note

This one might be a little short, but it's short and sweet. Been wondering what kind of punishment to give Lightning Dust for putting Scootaloo in life threatening danger and I think this is fitting.

Hypno-Dash's Rival

Rainbow had been doing well for the past month. She’d taken a “Permanence Potion” brewed by Twilight and Zecora, so her shaft and hypnotic powers were permanent. No need to renew them. Ever. Having a pair of balls dangling between her legs did make flying somewhat awkward, but she’d worked around it. Scootaloo was the ever devoted little filly, always offering to clean it for her idol. Or to simply let Rainbow “use her” to relax. No hypnotism necessary, it was just Scoots being Scoots.

When the Washouts came back to town was when Scootaloo’s devotion was put to the test.

Lightning Dust needed punished.

The Washouts needed to be shut down.

Rainbow had a plan.

“Please? I just need an old Washouts Poster for my room. I’m making a wall of memories and…” Scootaloo’s voice snapped Rainbow out of her train of thought.

“Yeah, yeah, alright squirt. Just an old Washouts Poster. I can’t believe I’m going through with this wacky idea. It sounds stu…” Lightning Dust froze when she entered the tent. Rainbow had dropped down in front of her, her eyes a spiraling tempest of lightning yellow and lime green. A book from Twilight had told her that some ponies like seeing colors they enjoyed or had a close connection too. In Lightning’s case, that was her fur and coat colors. Rainbow hoof-bumped Scootaloo and sent her off, both to act as a look out and to deter anyone who came to Lightning’s tent.

“When you come out of it, you’ll take off your suit, walk over to the chest, lean on it and flag your tail to the side. You won’t feel anything, you won’t make a sound, you won’t react at all.” Rainbow said and snaped two of her feathers. Lightning’s eyes returned to normal but were slightly dull and glassy. Nopony was home. She stripped off her suit, tossing it to the side, and then walked over to the chest where the extra suits were stored.

Climbing up onto it only half-way, Lightning pressed her chest against the chest and flagged her tail. Rainbow got to work immediately. A gentle stroke from a wing tip got her hard and without waiting for any moisture or lube of any sort, Rainbow hilted herself inside Lightning.

The mare didn’t react at all. Not a moan, not a whimper. Nothing.

Rainbow grinned as she started pounding into Lightning. Months of anger, disappointment, annoyance and, if she were honest, sadness, came pouring out of her in every thrust. Her hips moved back and forth, over, and over, and over again, pushing in and out against Lightning’s.

Lighting’s sex was tight at first. Not so tight as a virgin, but tight enough. Rainbow felt it when it loosened up, accommodating to her size. It became easier to penetrate. Easier to push in and out.

She managed to pull her medial ring out and push it back in as well.

Pulling out to the tip, she plunged back in. Not a sound was made from Lightning, save for the wet squelching coming from her nether lips. Rainbow grinned as she repeated the same stroke, pulling almost completely out before ramming back in. Long, deep strokes seemed to be what was getting her with this mare.

A quick slam in and Rainbow threw her head back, grunted, and came hard. Sterile mare seed spilled into Lightning and Rainbow had to smile when she looked down at Lightning’s belly. That “extra enhancement” potion from Twilight came in very handy. Lightning Dust’s belly pulsed and swelled with each throb from Rainbow’s groin. When she finally stopped cumming, she looked at Lighting’s stomach. It looked like she was carrying a foal already. Grinning at herself as she pulled out of Lightning, one last spurt of mare cum shooting across the dare devil’s back, she walked around to Lightning’s front and pulled her off of the chest.

“You won’t remember what happened here. You won’t remember seeing Scootaloo or me in your tent. You’ll want to retire because you’ll think you’re pregnant. You won’t believe the doctors or nurses who tell you otherwise. You’ll hang up your stunt gear, stop doing tricks and stunts, and retire completely. When I snap my wing again, you’ll think an overzealous groupie followed you into your tent and had a bit of fun with you.” She said and Lightning just stared straight ahead.

Walking out of the tent, Rainbow snapped her wing in the tent flap before walking off to join Scootaloo. The two of them returned to the crowd to wait and see the aftermath.

Lightning returned to the field a few minutes later, her belly still sloshing with Rainbow’s seed. Her team, their crew, and the fans were shocked. Walking over to a small riser, Lightning picked up a microphone.

“Starting today, I am retiring from the Washouts. I have too much to think about to do stunts or tricks anymore. Instead, I will be retiring and turning the reigns over to Short Fuse.” She said before setting the mic down, stepping off of the riser, and walking off of the field.

Scootaloo and Rainbow giggled before Rainbow scooped up her partner in crime and the two of them flew off for Sweet Apple Acres. Scootaloo had a crusaders meeting to get to.

“I never did get my poster signed.” Scootaloo said and Rainbow looked back at her only to spot the coy little smirk.

“Alright, I’ll sign your poster. After your meeting.” She said and Scootaloo cheered.

One month later, Rainbow read in the Ponyville Chronicle an article she’d been looking forward to seeing.

“Former Stunt Mare Lightning Dust now First Perpetually Pregnant Mare.”

Doctors were astounded to find that the former leader of ‘The Washouts’, Lightning Dust, was pregnant when she walked into Ponyville General one week ago. While they could not determine how she got this way, she has not been allowed to return to her stunt work. Former team-mate and current Captain of the Washouts, Short Fuse, could not be reached for comment.

“I don’t know how it happened. One minute I’m doing tricks with my team, I go on a quick water break and to change out of my ripped suit, the next I’m plumped up and pregnant? And I don’t even feel pregnant. I heard a mare’s… …got bigger and sore and tender when they were pregnant, but mine aren’t. See?”

Due to her condition being on going since her final performance as a Washout and doctors at multiple hospitals being unable to determine the cause, or reasoning, behind this seemingly perpetual pregnancy, Lightning Dust has been banned from competing in Washouts trials, permanently banned from Wonderbolts try-outs, and even the local Cloudsdale Weather Factory won’t take her on. The CEO of Cloudsdale Weather had this to say on the matter.

“Pregnant mare? On the job? Sure, if she wasn’t showing already. A mare that’s permanently pregnant but might pop at any time? No way am I having that on my conscience. Baby gets born right in the middle of the factory and… …end? Not on my watch.”

Rainbow smiled as she set the news paper down. The only way Lightning would be able to figure out what happened is if she want to Celestia, who wouldn’t reverse hypnosis even if she wanted to. Tricky business that, especially after so long and so much prodding by doctors.