“You wanted to see me Ma’am?” Rainbow Dash asked, stepping into Spitfire’s office.
Although she’d only recently become an official Wonderbolt, her and Spitfire had a bit of a history. You see, she’d been dating the slightly older pegasus for quite some time. While conducting any official Wonderbolt activities, the two were all business, keeping their personal and professional lives separated. As far as Dash knew, none of the other members of the team had the slightest idea that the orange mare and herself were involved in any way beyond squad leader and rookie.
“Shut the door Dash, I need to speak with you,” Spitfire calmly stated, her chair lazily spinning around to face the young mare. She had to admit, Dash was quite easy on the eyes. The Wonderbolt’s outfit was skin tight, designed for practicality and to reduce drag while in flight, leaving perilously little to the imagination. Dark blue, with yellow accents, it clung to her athletic frame. The way the blue pegasus’s sculpted abs and A-cup bosoms complimenting her svelte physique was quite appealing as well. Dash’s rainbow mane, pulled in a tight ponytail atop her head, framed the her sky blue face and ruby colored eyes.
Closing the door behind her, Rainbow Dash snapped to attention as her superior turned to face her. Slightly older, and immeasurably more experienced, the yellow pegasus’s burnt orange eyes peered over the signature pair of aviators she frequently wore. She watched as Spitfire stood, casually strutting over to face her. The Wonderbolt Captain had a slightly softer build than her own, muscled, though with delicate curves and a rather generous rack. As she approached, Dash was reminded of just how intimidating the the more seasoned pegasus could be. Spitfire stood head and shoulders taller than herself and, while Dash wash built for speed, Spitfire had an added element of raw power and strength. She wore her decorated navy blue uniform, replete with pins and metals marking her various exploits. Her mane, a two-tone orange color, was swept back in her trademark ‘fast and unkempt’ style.
“So, there’s been a breach of protocol on the training grounds,” Spitfire bluntly said, pacing in front of the statuesque blue pegasus. “Seems like someone smuggled in some contraband and was planning something rather nefarious…” she continued, pausing to leer down at the cadet.
Dash gulped but maintained her composure. She had stashed a few potions in her locker the other day; most of them were for harmless pranks, but a few were for more salacious endeavors she’d had planned with the Captain. Spitfire’s closed hand moved before her face, unfurling to reveal a tiny vial of pink liquid. Honestly, she couldn’t remember which was which and someone had peeled off the label.
“Do me a favor cadet, drink that for me…” Spitfire murmured, unstopping the bottle and handing it to the blue mare.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Dash answered, unquestioningly gulping down the foul solution. She knew that none of the elixirs were harmful and, at worst, she’d wind up with a case of bad gas or uncontrollable hiccups.
“There’s a good girl,” the massive yellow pegasus cooed. Grabbing Dash by the chin, she angled the smaller pegasus’s head upward while she lowered her own. The two locked lips, Spitfire almost immediately worming her tongue into her partner’s mouth while pulling the smaller mare closer.
This was what Dash lived for, besides being awesome, of course. Spitfire had been her idol for years and having the opportunity to, not only work with her, but date her as well, had been a dream. She closed her eyes, enjoying the powerful mare’s hands as they dug into her back. Unfortunately, the kiss was short lived and Spitfire quickly pulled away.
“Turn around and face the wall cadet,” Spitfire barked, resuming her commanding demeanor as she issued the order. “I know it was you Dash. Sneaking potions into our headquarters and planning to do Celestia-knows-what,” she continued, watching as the smaller pegasus turned away from her to face the wall. A wicked grin crept across her face as she looked down at the mare’s sculpted rump and thighs.
Dash heard the subtle sound of cloth moving behind her but couldn’t bring herself to look. She’d received an order and, knowing Spitfire, the ‘punishment’ was going to be something on the kinky side. It wasn’t long after the two started getting comfortable with one another that Dash found out that Spitfire was a dickmare and the fact hadn’t bothered her in the slightest. Sure, she wasn’t really attracted to stallions, but slapping a deliciously thick dick on a mare she’d always had a crush on? Yea, that only made dating her that much cooler.
Suddenly, something heavy and warm pressed itself between Dash’s butt cheeks and rested nearly half way up her back. Now, Spitfire was pretty well hung, but there was no way in Tartarus that could have been her prick; it felt like it was as big as her entire arm and the heat radiating off of it was easily passing through the thin fabric of her suit. She nearly jumped as she felt fingers digging into the material of the uniform over her ass.
Spitfire tugged at the cloth covering Dash’s posterior. It didn’t take much effort before she’d ripped a rather sizeable hole, exposing the mare’s supple blue cheeks. She looked down, marveling at the effects of the potion she’d downed earlier. One of the items she’d confiscated was a growth elixir, designed to dramatically increase the length and girth of one’s equipment. Under normal circumstances, her prick sat at around ten inches long and just over two inches wide, but now that she’d taken the concoction, things were different. Her prodigious cock was about two feet long and over three inches wide, even thicker at the base; it was so large that she could have easily sucked herself off but, no, she had better plans for the enhanced tool.
Donning an oversized condom, Spitfire guided the tip of her titanic appendage between Dash’s legs, grinding the organ against the mare’s crotch. “You have any idea what this is rookie?” she whispered.
“Oh my gosh! You took the enlarging potion!?” Dash exclaimed, looking over her shoulder at the larger pony. She’d intended to use it on Thunderlane or Soarin as a joke but the prospect of Spitfire rocking a monstrous marecock was already making her wet.
“That’s right,” Spitfire cooed, continuing to run her length against Dash’s lower lips. “But you’ve broken protocol,” she said, squatting to maneuvered the head of her rod to the blue pegasus’s entrance, prodding it playfully, “and you know what that means.”
“Please tell me you’re going to fu-uuUGH!” Dash wasn’t able to complete the sentence as Spitfire began to slowly impale her. Amazingly, she was slowly lifted off her feet as the larger pegasus ground forward at a glacial pace.
“Just...gotta…” Spitfire grunted, placing her hands on the blue mare’s shoulders. Pressing her hips forward, and pulling down on her partner, she continued to drill more and more of her length into the pony, until her toes touched back down against the floor. “There we go,” the Captain groaned, satisfied that nearly three quarters of her shaft was buried inside of Dash’s overly stretched cunt.
Dash looked down, mouth agape, at the imprint of the impossibly large object filling her insides. It looked like an arm had been rammed into her marehood, the object disappearing just under her rib cage. For all intents and purposes, she should have been dead, given the size of the thing and just how savagely it had impaled her. Unless…
“That’s right rookie, that vial you drank was an elasticiser with just a pinch of aphrodisiac,” Spitfire answered Dash’s unasked question, bucking her hips so hard that she brought the smaller blue pegasus airborne again. Pushing forward, the Captain slammed her partner against the wall as she began ruthlessly fucking the smaller pony from behind.
There wasn’t much Dash could do, her innards shifting about helplessly while she was railed by the stronger and absurdly hung pegasus at her back. Her mind told her that she should be in inconceivable pain but the only sensation she felt was pleasure. With each backstroke, she yearned for more. “H...harder,” the rookie stammered, shamelessly begging the larger pony to rut her like a wanton whore.
Squatting down, a substantial amount of her girthy marecock still entombed within Dash, Spitfire wrapped her arms around the little pegasus’s thighs. Hoisting her partner into the air, the Captain pulled her arms up and clasped her hands behind the rookie’s neck, locking her in a debased full nelson. “Yeah...Mph...you like that don’t you?” Spitfire growled, tugging her partner’s head down to watch the mammoth appendage distort her abdomen with each thrust. “Fucking slut,” she whispered, biting Dash’s ear.
Fumbling for her chest, Dash began pawing and tugging at the fabric over her tits. After a few moments, she finally succeeded in tearing the front of her suit open. Her tits, small though they were, swung and jostled freely while she was rutted by Spitfire. With the aphrodisiac in full effect, the blue mare desperately pinched and teased her nipples, wanting nothing more than to heighten her own pleasure while her body was used by the larger pony. Constricting the muscles in her vaginal canal, Dash milked Spitfire as much as she could, although she wasn’t sure how effective it would be due to the potion’s effects.
Slamming the powerless pegasus on her rod, the Captain gritted her teeth. She knew she wasn’t going to last long at this rate and hoped the condom would hold. Her grapefruit sized balls bounced against her thighs as she continued, the elixir having more than doubled their size as well. The steady deep-dicking Spitfire had been administering slowly switched gear into short, brutal jackhammering as she felt herself growing closer. Her swollen nuts started to contract as they prepared to deliver their load.
Dash could feel the gargantuan length of meat within her start to twitch, it’s massive head flaring and contorting her insides as the Captain reached orgasm. With a primal roar, Spitfire came, inflating the condom like a miniature dirigible within the blue pegasus. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her jaw went slack, as Dash instantaneously came. The smaller pony’s belly ballooned outward at a rapid pace, quickly giving her the look of a heavily pregnant mare, as the condom was filled beyond any reasonable capacity. Her pussy gushed fem-cum to the floor below, spattering across the carpet in a lewd display of orgasmic bliss.
“Oh fuck,” Spitfire wheezed, waddling over to her desk and depositing Dash on the polished wooden surface. Setting the smaller pegasus on her back, and placing her hands on the mare’s thighs, she began to pull. With herculean effort, she dragged her prodigious equipment from Dash’s stretched cunt. She watched as it slowly slid from the panting mare, inch after inch sliding out until only the engorged head remained. With a final grunt, she tugged, freeing the flared tip and gawking as the comically bloated condom flopped to the floor below. If she had to guess, there had to be nearly a gallon of jizz in the robust rubber receptacle. Grabbing the base of her shaft, Spitfire tugged the prophylactic free, tying its end so as not to spill the sticky contents on the carpet. When she looked up, her heart skipped a beat.
“Fuck me,” Dash cooed while her fingers gently spread her pussy. Splaying her legs, she lifted them in the air, giving the larger pegasus easy access to her sopping wet loins. The elixir was in full effect, creating an unfathomable lust within her.
Spitfire was in awe of the sight. “Dash, that was my last condom. Finding one that size wasn’t easy and I had to go to a joke shop to get it…” she muttered, eyes fixated on the blue mare’s winking entrance. Her cock twitched, its thick veins throbbing violently, belying her hesitation.
Dash’s legs extended, her heels digging into Spitfire’s hips, drawing her closer. “Don’t think about it,” she taunted, pulling the Captain ever nearer, “just do it.” Her longing was a raging inferno and, condom or not, she wanted that fat fuck-stick swaying between her partners legs.
The tiny bit of coaxing was all Spitfire needed. What little resolve she had crumbled completely as she stepped forward. Grabbing the base of her dick, she lined its head up with Dash’s snatch. Rubbing its broad tip against her swollen lips, the orange pegasus chuckled. “I hope you’re ready.”
“Please, I need it,” the blue mare moaned, squirming on the table, desperate to be filled. It was almost like the elixir had invoked the most powerful heat she’d ever experienced. Her insides burned, urging her to be bred.
Grabbing Dash’s thighs, Spitfire simultaneously pulled the pegasus to her while thrusting her waist forward, utterly impaling Dash in one ferocious motion. Without preamble, she mercilessly bucked her hips the mare, grunting like some alpha predator claiming a mate.
Dash mewled and squirmed below her, hopelessly attempting to grasp at the table while she was used like a fuck toy. This wasn’t love making, there was no passion here, this was simply accommodating a superior creature’s needs. The primitive parts of her brain began to activate, the desire to breed and serve a powerful pony as her mare. Thoughts of herself, heavy with foal while attending to her mate, filled her mind. Her hands crept to her belly, feeling the massive insertion rearranging her interior with each stroke, before her fingers began to clamp down around the member within her. She wanted to feel it cum, flooding her insides with potent seed. On some base level, her body responded, her ovaries and uterus going into overdrive, readying her to be inseminated.
“Someone’s thirsty,” Spitfire chided, watching the mare. Her motions slowed as a cruel notion crept to the fore.
“W...why’d you stop?” Dash pleaded, looking up at the Captain like an addict. She whimpered, feeling the colossal marecock exit her body. Without it, she felt hollow, in more ways than one.
Spitfire laughed, circling the table before seating herself in her chair. Spreading her legs, the orange pegasus stroked her length, licking her lips while eyeing her prey. “If you want it so badly, why don’t you come and fuck yourself on it like the dumb slut you are?” she goaded, hand lazily working her cum slick shaft.
Rolling over, Dash crawled feverishly towards her superior officer. She wanted nothing more than to get the sublime feeling of fullness back. To be dominated, owned by a strong dickmare like the Captain, that was all she’d ever wanted, the potion had only dissolved her inhibitions and shown her the truth.
Getting to her feet, and on unsteady legs, the blue mare presented her ass to Spitfire. Straddling the larger pegasus, she reached down to guided the tip of the Captain’s appendage to her drooling pussy. A stifled moan escaped her lips as she squatted down on it, feeling it enter her yet again. Slowly, Dash continued downward until she was seated on Spitfire’s lap, the entirety of her partner’s rod buried within her.
“What are you waiting for rookie?” Spitfire barked, slipping her arms around Dash’s torso to viciously twists and pull the mare’s nipples. “Fuck yourself like the whore you are!”
The little blue pegasus complied, rhythmically pistoning her hips atop the pillar of flesh. One hand wandered down to her crotch, furiously massaging her engorged clit, while the other went up to rest on the back of her head.
“If you keep this up, I might just have to drag you home at some point. Put you in a little apron on you and keep you as my house bitch,” Spitfire snarled, delivering a brutal smack to Dash’s bobbing ass. She could already feel another load churning in her balls, the overly large testes preparing to deliver a virile payload into the mare. While she hadn’t intended on screwing Dash without a condom, she didn’t care at this point. The situation practically demanded that she claim this pony as her mate, and if it meant putting a foal or two in her, so be it.
Spitfire’s hands descended from Dash’s tits, lowering to her abdomen to squeeze and kneed her shaft through the mare’s flesh, effectively giving herself a hand-job while being ridden. All the while, the rookie whimpered and moaned. Somehow, she could tell this is what Dash really wanted. Sure, she was a damn fine Wonderbolt, one of the best she’d seen in recent years, but some part of her wanted to be a broodmare and Spitfire was about to make that dream come true.
The intensity of Dash’s strokes grew frenzied, sensing her partner was close. “P...please,” she begged, “breed me.”
Mad with rut-lust, Spitfire dragged the smaller pony down her length, spearing every inch of herself into Dash as she started to unload. Clamping her jaws on the rookie’s neck, the Captain came with the force of a tsunami within the mare. Her prick throbbed, pulsating as wave after wave cum coursed through it into her partner.
Dash’s sanity shattered as her body convulsed on the larger pony. A seething tide of spunk surged into her uterus. Millions upon millions of sperm rocketed inside her, questing for an egg to inseminate. She could practically feel herself being impregnated as her gut bloated and distended at the absolutely ludicrous amount of jizz filling her body. All she could do was scream, wracked by the mightiest orgasm she’d ever felt.
“Look at you,” Spitfire snickered, running one hand over Dash’s expanded abdomen. “Well,” she teased, breathing in her mate’s ear, “looks like someone’s gonna be a mommy.”
The Captain panted, her arms falling to her sides as thick gobbets of cum and mare juices leaked onto her lap from the pony atop her. Wiping the sweat from her face, she gave Dash’s rump another, slightly smaller slap. Her euphoria was short lived however, as she heard a knock at her door. Celestia only knows who was out there but one thing was certain, she’d be in deep shit if she was caught like this.
Unceremoniously heaving Dash off her still erect pole, Spitfire threw the cum drunk mare under her desk. Scrambling from her chair, she scooped up the filled condom and lobbing it out the open window. Straightening up her shirt, and hastily brushing her mane through her fingers, she seated herself. “Come in,” she called, trying her best to maintain a professional tone.
Soarin and Fleetfoot entered, each wearing their flight suits while bickering about something. Before Spitfire could get a bead on their conversation, she felt something below the desk. Something warm and moist had wrapped itself around the tip of her cock. Leaning back a bit, and peering below, she saw the problem. Dash, apparently having lost all sense of reason, was attempting to jam the fat piece of meat down her throat. The mare had a glazed over look and seemed to be delirious.
Rainbow Dash groaned, cramming a few more inches of Spitfire’s length down her gullet. The only thing she wanted was to worship the magnificent creature before her and pleasure her mate in every way imaginable. Even slathered in their mingled juices, the mare could still make out the Captain’s unmistakable musk. Taking a deep breath, and relaxing the back of her throat, the blue pegasus pushed forward, working more of the vascular appendage down her airway.
Spitfire winced as her girthy prick wormed its way into the mare’s maw. She was extremely sensitive after having blown two loads and wasn’t sure how long she’d last at this rate. Fleetfoot and Soarin continued to argue, accusing one another about some trivial grievance. The Captain smiled and nodded, hoping the two would leave before the situation escalated.
Feeling the Spitfire’s medial ring bump against her snout, Dash persisted. She was determined to get a belly full of hot cum, even if it meant choking herself to get it. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes as she drove herself forward. After struggling for a moment, the final third of Spitfire’s length slithered past her lips.
“Fucking hell,” Spitfire spat, slamming one fist on the table and nearly doubling over. The pressure of Dash’s throat was astounding. She looked up, noticing the two other Wonderbolts staring at her. There’s no way they could know exactly what the source of the Captain’s outburst was but, presumably, they just thought she was pissed at their quarreling.
“W...we’ll just see ourselves out. Sorry to bother you Ma’am,” Fleetfoot grumbled, ushering Soarin out the door before leaving herself.
Wrapping her hands around her neck, Dash strangled herself while fellating the Captain; she couldn’t breath as it was, so adding a bit more stimulation to the carnal act certainly wouldn’t hurt. Spitfire bucked her hips over her, plowing her muzzle. She could feel the fleshy rod begin to pulse, the thick veins crisscrossing its length throbbing as the larger pony recklessly fucked her face. Her vision began to dim as the lack of oxygen started to take its toll.
The larger pegasus ran her hands through her partner’s rainbow mane, grasping her skull, as she pounded away. By Celestia, she’d give this whore exactly what she wanted. Grunting madly, the Captain’s titanic marecock erupted directly into Dash’s stomach.
While the output wasn’t as great as the two previous loads Spitfire had deposited, it was still substantial. The hapless blue pegasus’s stomach filled beyond capacity, sagging over her legs as her body distorted to accommodate all of the fluid sloshing within her. Fortunately, the orange dickmare hauled her length free, leaving Dash to breath. She coughed, thick strings of cum leaking from her nostrils and mouth as she drew air into her lungs. Looking down, she smiled at just how absolutely full she was. There was no doubt that, in a few months, she’d look much the same except, instead of seething jizz, she’d be carrying a foal or two.
“Hey, Dash, you ok under there?” Spitfire asked, leaning down to check on her partner. While she may have been a rather domineering pony, she wasn’t without a softer side; after all, the rookie was going to be the mother of her offspring. The rainbow maned pegasus peered up at her drunkenly, a dreamy look in her eyes as she nodded. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and back home. Can’t have you walking around looking like this,” she said, pulling Dash from below the table and to her feet.
It was getting rather late, the sun beginning to dip over the horizon as evening drew near. Spitfire knew that most of the cadets and Wonderbolts were probably headed home for the day, so it shouldn’t be too much trouble to ferry Dash to the showers without causing a scene. She’d have to spring for a new uniform for the mare, but that was a small price to pay for the exhilarating experience. Once the blue pegasus had fully regained her mental faculties, she’d have to ask where she’d gotten the potions from.
“Thanks Captain,” Dash slurred, leaning heavily on the larger pegasus as they shuffled down the hallway. While the day hadn’t gone quite the way she’d expected, she was content nonetheless. If anything, the experience had solidified her relationship with Spitfire. “You know,” she continued, rubbing her swollen abdomen, “our kid is gonna be the best right?”
“Sure do,” Spitfire chuckled, tousling the mare’s mane and giving her a peck on the cheek, “because they’ll have the most awesome mom there is.”
