“Scoots! Hey, Scootaloo, you around here?” Rainbow Dash shouted, descending towards the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ tree-house. Even though they’d accomplished their goal, having earned their cutie marks a few years ago, the trio of young mares still frequently haunted their hideout. As such, it was the first place Dash wanted to look for the little orange pegasus.
“Oh buck! Oh jeez!” Scootaloo muttered, hearing Rainbow Dash call her name. The appearance of her idol couldn’t have come at a worse time, and she hadn’t been expecting any visitors. She stumbled, quietly cursing to herself, as she flung herself behind a small coffee table.
Glancing about, the young pegasus looked for something, anything to conceal herself. Fortunately, there was a lone cushion beneath the table. Snatching up the small pillow, she pulled it to herself; just as she got seated, and waited the prismatic mare’s arrival. Even if she could fly, she’d have one heck of a time escaping the seasoned Wonderbolt, so her only option was to hope Dash departed quickly.
“Hey, there you are!” Dash exclaimed, appearing outside the window. Normally, Scootaloo would come running at the sound of her voice, so something seemed off. Almost distractedly, the little orange pegasus looked at her, waving sheepishly, before anxiously looking away. Yeah, something was definitely up.
Flying to the treehouse’s entrance, Dash set down. Folding her wings, flipping the multicolored mane from her face, she saw herself in. She’d just gotten a pair of tickets to a Wonderbolt show in Manehattan, so she figured she’d treat her number one fan to the airborne spectacle. Heck, she didn’t even have to perform, since this particular show was primarily featuring some of the newer members. Whatever was wrong with Scootaloo, she was sure her gesture would make the youthful pegasus feel better.
Trotting inside, Dash produced the tickets from her saddle bag. “Look what I got!” she proclaimed, proudly displaying the slips of paper.
Sitting awkwardly, behind the table, Scootaloo fidgeted uncomfortably. As Dash held the pair of tickets aloft, easily identified by their holographic winged lightning bolt proof mark, she felt a peculiar ache in her loin. Gnawing her lip, she tightly hugged the pillow to her abdomen, whispering a silent prayer that it would continue to serve its intended purpose.
Dash held her eyes shut, and smiled triumphantly, as she awaited the loud adulation of her young friend; but only silence greeted her. Impatiently tapping a hoof, her brow began to furrow, while she gave Scootaloo another moment to react. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but was actually just a scant few seconds, she leered at her friend.
“You’re supposed to be excited!” Dash frustratedly sighed. Irritatedly, she waved the tickets about, to emphasize her point. She’d only accompanied Scootaloo to a hooffull of shows before, so she was fully expecting the young mare to go bananas; but, apparently, that wasn’t the case.
“No, no, no! I’m super excited! This is just a bad time, that’s all,” Scootaloo lamented. Really, on any other day, she’d have started squealing like an enthusiastic foal. Unfortunately, she was dealing with a problem, a rather sizeable problem. Squeezing the cushion with her thighs and forelegs, her muscles tensed, while she struggled to keep it in place.
Realizing Scootaloo was holding something, Rainbow Dash squinted. “Are you...ok?” she asked, her suspicion mounting.
“Mmmhmm! Yup, totally fine! Nothing wrong here! So, you know, if you wanted to come back later, I’d love to talk to you about this show!!!” Scootaloo exasperatedly yammered, struggling to conceal what she’d been hiding.
“If you’re alright, what’s with the pillow?” Dash pressed, taking a step closer. Not only was Scootaloo behaving strangely, but she was blushing and noticeably sweating. She didn’t look sick, or overly distressed; it was almost like she’d been caught doing something embarrassing.
“What? This?” Scoots dismissively said, giving the cushion a jostle. “It’s just a pillow, I’m just...Uh...I was just about to take a nap! These wings aren’t going to grow any, if I’m not getting enough sleep!” she added, furiously buzzing her undersized wings.
“Well, if that’s the case, how about you just lay down?” Dash inquired, slowly stepping around the table. She was almost at Scootaloo’s side, and the closer she got, the more nervous her friend looked. Whatever was up with the pillow, she was going to find out.
“I...I…” Scootaloo stammered, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks, as Dash drew nearer. Running wasn’t an option. Heck, even moving wasn’t really an option! She gulped, as the larger pony placed a hoof on the cushion she held to herself. “C...can you just come back later?” she squeaked, realizing what was about to happen.
“Hmmm. I guess,” Dash hummed. She paused, if only for a second, as she thoughtfully held a forehoof to her chin. Peering down, Scootaloo breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing her limbs just a hair, when she assumed she was going to be left be. It wasn’t much, but it allowed her front leg to dart out, snatch the pillow, and pull it away. “Hah! Psych!” she jubilantly shouted, holding the pillow aloft.
Holding the cushion up, Dash turned it over in her hoof, while she gave it a thorough examination. It didn’t look special. If anything, it was sort of old and beat up. Why, the stupid thing even had an odd, musky scent to it. “This was more important than…” she trailed off, as she looked back down to her friend.
The room was quiet, at least, for a moment, before a soft Thump shattered the silence. Scootaloo buried her face in her hooves, too ashamed to look her hero in the face. She’d been found out, much to her shame, and how she was going to suffer the consequences of her actions.
Rainbow Dash dumbly glanced over her friend, desperately attempting to make heads or tails of what she was looking at. Seated on the floor, with her head in her forehooves, one of the pegasus’ legs rested on the table. No. No, it wasn’t a leg. It was way too vascular to be a…
“What the buck!” Dash blurted, comprehension hitting her like a sack of bricks. Scootaloo had a dick; specifically, a ridiculously large one, replete with a pair of orange sized balls. In all her years, she might have seen one or two larger, but that had been at a bachelorette party a few years back. Actually, upon closer inspection, the stupid thing was bigger than one Scoots’ forelegs.
“I can explain!” Scootaloo protested, drawing Dash’s attention away from her member, up to her face.
“Go on, I’m listening…” Dash coolly stated. There was no way in Tartarus Scoots had been running around with a cock like that for long, so there had to be one whopper of a story behind that whopper. Casually, she stared at her friends face, if only to distract herself from the softly throbbing length of mare meat on the table. Like, seriously, it was a wonder she hadn’t blacked out from the blood flow that thing needed.
“Ok, so, I made a poison joke potion -” Scoots was cut off, as Rainbow Dash face hoofed.
“You know that stuff never does anything useful, right?” Dash groaned, leering down at her friend.
“Well, Zecora said it could be used to make useful stuff, if you make an elixir with it,” Scootaloo smugly clarified.
“And did you make it the right way?” Dash continued, motioning to the prodigious orange member.
“I…” Scootaloo begins, wincing down at her immense cock, “guess not?”
There was no guessing about it, she’d bungled the potion something terrible. Hastily throwing together the ingredients, all of which had been haphazardly measured by eye, she’d crafted a tincture with some apple cider. Nothing had been to Zecora’s exacting specifications, due to the young mare’s enthusiasm; thus, Scootaloo had suffered the girthy consequences.
“We gotta get you to Zecora, so she can fix this,” Dash flatly stated. Although she was addressing her friend, she couldn’t break her gaze from Scootaloo’s mammoth dong. Seriously, how would she even walk around with that thing?! Even if she could fly, the drag from that puppy would’ve thrown her aerodynamics all out of whack.
“How am I supposed to get there? It’s too big for me to use my scooter, and I’m sure as hay not gonna be dragging the stupid thing through town!” Scootaloo lamented, irritatedly flopping the gargantuan log of meat between her forehooves.
“What if we get it soft first?” Dash asserted, prodding it with a hoof. Sweet Celestia, the darn thing was hot; like, absurdly warm and heavy.
“It is soft!!!” Scootaloo whined. Exasperated beyond all reasoning, her head fell forward. Were it not for the substantial marecock in the way, her forehead would have impacted on the table. Instead, she simply landed on her newfound appendage, only adding to her frustration.
“Wha…” Dash began, confounded. If Scoot’s dong was that big now, just how large would it get if it was fully engorged. Curious, and more than a little turned on by the thought, a plan began to formulate. “What if you work one out? Ya know, maybe…” she trailed off, obscenely making a stroking gesture with one hoof.
“What? Ew!” Scoots blurted, a look of abject disgust on her face. Seriously, she’d never even touched a dick before, so she’d have no way of knowing what to do with it!
“But, hear me out, what if you gotta work that potion out of your system? I mean, it kinda makes sense,” Dash continued, thoughtfully rubbing her chin, while she took a step closer.
“I mean, I guess. But how am I supposed to-” Scoots was cut off, as Dash gently patted the base of her equipment.
“Well, I guess I could help you out. You know, just this once,” Dash chuckled, giving her friend a grin and a wink. Before Scootaloo could protest, she wrapped the tip of one wing around the offending limb. Slowly, she stroked its length, while gently squeezing it with her dextrous pinions. Not only was it as big as one of the young mare’s legs, but it had to weigh nearly as much as one.
Scootaloo stifled a groan, as the soft plumage caressed her tool. She closed her eyes, trying not to fixate on how awkward the situation was, but it actually felt really nice. Though she didn’t see it, she felt it twitch. While she realized she was enjoying the attention a little too much, she didn’t want to look at it.
Dash began to salivate, while she watched Scoot’s prick swell. Slowly, it bobbed into the air; like some ancient, slumbering monster. A single, pronounced vein traced along its side, throbbing slightly, as it grew rigid. Steadily, her stroking became more vigorous, and her grip tightened. The dark orange flesh glided over its hardened shaft, whilst her pinions moved back and forth, over Scootaloo’s medial ring.
She smiled, affectionately admiring the vascular organ in her grip. As she longingly gazed at it, she noticed a single, crystal clear drop of pre-cum form at its head. Speaking of which, the tip of the nonsensical thing had to be nearly as broad as her hoof. Yearningly, she watched the bead of fluid creep from Scoot’s urethra. Glancing up, to see if her friend’s eyes were still shut, she snuck her head closer.
With a gasp and a start, Scootaloo’s eyes shot open. Something warm and moist had just latched to the end of her tool. It didn’t hurt; actually, it felt pretty amazing. But it startled her, regardless. Peering down, she quickly realized what or, more specifically, whom, was to blame. Rainbow Dash’s blue mug was looking up at her, with a mischievous look in her eye.
What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do?! Rainbow Dash, the pony she looked to above any other, was sucking her cock! Her lips, supple and sweet, were wrapped around the orange shaft of alchemically created pole between her legs. So, acting on impulse, she did the first thing that came to her mind. “Oh BUCK!” Scootaloo wheezed, digging her forehooves into Dash’s multi-color mane, while pulling her head downward.
Having an additional few inches of meat crammed into her maw, nearly caused Dash to gag. Skillfully, she breathed through her sinuses, inhaling on the backstrokes, while she bobbed her head. Her tongue danced along the underside of equipment, swirling and teasing the delicate flesh just below the tip. There was no way she could’ve expected giving an impromptu blowjob, having gone to visit her friend, but she wasn’t complaining.
To aggravate matters, Dash was starting to get pretty worked up herself. Not only was the cloying and salty taste of Scootaloo’s pre-cum coating her palate, but an overpowering musk was flooding her sinuses. Her marehood winked in frustration, leaving a tear of nectar to creep down her inner thigh. Unfortunately, positioned as she was, she wasn’t able to do much about it; at least, for the time being.
Still holding firmly onto Dash’s head, Scootaloo started to tug a bit harder. By Celestia and Luna, she’d never experienced anything like this. Sure, rubbing one out to her Wonderbolts pin up album was fine and all, but her dong almost felt like a gigantic clit! Her reluctance slowly bled away, as she found herself enjoying the sensation more and more.
Growing increasingly disappointed with her neglected nethers, Dash decided it was time to put Scootaloo to work. Retracting her head, and licking the salty pre-cum from her lips, she stood. “How about we do this,” she said, placing a hoof on the the smaller pegasus’ shoulder. Gently, but firmly, she pushed the girl onto her back.
“What are you…” her question died off, as she watched Dash re-position herself. Her eyes grew wide, as she peered up at the larger mare’s drooling, pastel blue snatch. Slowly, her idol straddled her face, just before slowly lowering herself downward. She couldn’t look away, from the glacial descent; it was simply a mesmerizing sight.
Feeling her puss grind against Scootaloo’s face, caused Dash to hum contentedly. The sixty nine not only allowed her pint-sized partner to reciprocate, but it also granted her better access to the titanic mare-meat the small pony was wielding. Speaking of which…
She reached forward, guiding the bloated head of the dark orange dong to her face. Parting her lips, and drawing a deep breath, she relaxed herself. More than anything, she wanted to see if she could fully deepthroat the sucker; it’d be one heck of a challenge, and something to potentially boast about. Lolling her tongue out of her mouth, Dash’s head shot forward. In one, fell motion, she rammed half of Scoot’s tool into her gob. Her throat yielded little resistance, while the immense tip slid into her airway. She only stopped when her lips bumped against her partner’s medial ring, roughly two-thirds of the way down her shaft.
With her muzzle smashed against Dash’s marehood, Scootaloo gasped, as she felt her rod slip into the Wonderbolt’s maw. The wing-job, while pleasant, didn’t hold a candle to the warm and snug confines of the larger mare’s gullet. Spurred to action, she began licking away as her partner’s entrance. Sweet, salty, and just a bit fruity, Dash’s juices flowed over her taste buds.
Dragging her tongue through Dash’s meaty folds, Scootaloo groaned. She was actually digging into her hero’s gash! Even though she’d fantasized about such a thing, she’d never dreamed that she’d have her face ground against Dash’s naughty bits. It was amazing, taut and muscular, just like the rest of her; which was unsurprising, when Scootaloo thought about it.
Dash’s throat bulged outward, stretched to the max, by the gigantic shaft occupying its interior. Through sheer force of will, she fought the urge to gag or withdraw; she was better than that. Scootaloo’s feeble attempts at cunnilingus, while amateur, weren’t all that bad. She clearly wasn’t all that familiar with eating a pussy, but at least she knew to fixate on the clit.
The two stayed like that, Dash atop Scootaloo, as they orally serviced one another. Working the pair of prodigious nuts with one hoof, the blue mare did her best to pleasure her partner. The tiny orange pegasus, albeit a bit overwhelmed, was giving it her all. Fitfully bucking her hips, she did her best to give as good as she took.
The daredevil in Dash pushed her to endure. Pausing at the tip, and taking a deep breath, she drove her head downward. Gag reflex be darned, she wasn’t going to stop until he snout pumped against those heavy balls of Scoot’s. Wincing, her lips stretched around the medial ring, while she pushed herself onward. Sure enough, in short order, she was granted her wish, as her nose pressed against the root of the young mare’s tool. Unfortunately, it seemed to push her partner a bit too far.
Feeling Scootaloo’s dong twitch, throbbing within her maw, caused Dash to withdraw and squeeze the base of the massive organ. If she was going to let her number one fan cum inside, it may as well be somewhere slightly more inviting. Now, sure, fooling around with a fan wasn’t exactly smiled upon in the Wonderbolts, but she’d already crossed that line; so why not go all the way…
Easing Scootaloo’s girthy pole from her gullet, Dash retracted her head. Taking care to wring out the copious pre-cum from her partner’s length, her lips parted, allowing the blunt tip to finally escape. Giving it a final cursory stroke, and dainty kiss on the head, she wryly grinned up at her young friend.
“So...” she began, stepping over Scootaloo’s torso, and down her frame, to stand over her hips. “Now that you’ve tasted the rainbow, do you want to cum inside one?” she purred.
Scootaloo’s jaw flapped uselessly, as she fixated on Dash’s leaking and engorged cunt. Even though the tip of her prick was a few inches away, she could feel the heat radiating off of it. Like, seriously; you could probably roast a marshmallow on that sucker. Slowly, she nodded, unable to find words to accurately express how deeply she wanted to bury her throbbing tool in her idol’s magnificent marehood.
Dash’s grin broadened, as Scootaloo acknowledged her proposal. With a lick of her lips, she lined herself up with the smaller pegasus’ colossal fuck-stick. Her wings reached back, pulling her turquoise cheeks apart, to assist with what was to come. Ideally, she’d have loved nothing more than to be mounted; but, given their differences in size, and the girl’s inability to fly, reverse cowgirl would have to do.
As with many things in life, Dash’s approach was inelegant. Having successfully aligned herself, she gracelessly squatted, impaling herself in one swift, brutal motion. Unfortunately, in this instance, her eyes were bigger than her cunt, leaving her to gasp at the extraordinary fullness the marecock afforded her. In shock, she looked down, realizing she’d only managed to get about three quarters of it into herself, before bottoming out; but she wasn’t done yet.
Ponderously, Dash raised her waist, allowing a few inches of the massive dick to slip from her stuffed entrance, before slamming herself back down. She grit her teeth, attempting to get herself into some sort of rhythm, but it wasn’t easy. To call the sensation intense, would be an understatement. Still, she managed, cyclically pistoning herself on her partner.
The feeling of Dash’s marehood wrapped around her rod was godly. The sublime heat and velvety interior eclipsed the larger pegasus’ throat several times over. The sight though? Sweet Celestia, the sight was absolutely hypnotizing. Watching Rainbow Dash’s ass, the pony she idolized, bouncing up and down, engulfing most of her prick, was magical. After a moment, and appreciating the view, she started to reciprocate; bucking her hips upwards to meet her partner’s plunges.
The added input of Scootaloo’s humping was almost too much to bear, causing Dash to go weak in the knees. With a particularly forceful thrust, she nearly fell forward; although she caught herself at the last second. That was, until a second and a third followed. She faltered each time the battering ram-like head of the dong impacted against her womb. Sensing movement, and barely maintaining her balance, she looked back to find…
Scootaloo, driven by an overpowering lust to fully sheath her member, reached up. Digging one hoof into Dash’s firmly sculpted hip, followed immediately by the second, she fought to push herself up. If Dash really wanted a hot dicking, who was she to deny her. With one, final herculean buck of her hips, she righted herself, sending her partner crashing forward, in the process.
Now face down, ass up, and legs splayed, Dash gnawed her lip. Scootaloo’s tool was so large that it was still partially inserted, and the smaller pony was now awkwardly standing behind her. Just when she thought the young mare wouldn’t be able to fully mount her, Scootaloo stepped onto the back of her knees.
Scaling Dash’s ass, Scootaloo locked her forelegs around Dash’s waist, to support most of her weight. It only took a moment to reposition herself, given how desperate she was to fully entomb her tool into her partner’s succulent confines. No sooner did she pull herself up, than she withdrew her hips, only to drive herself into Dash’s canal. True, her placement wasn’t ideal, but it allowed her more freedom of movement.
With the overeager young pegasus pillaging her marehood, Dash ineffectually whimpered. Sure, Scootaloo wasn’t as big as some ponies, but the absurdly large dick more than made up for it. The added benefit of the unintentional arrangement meant she could lie there and let her partner do most of the work, while she could concentrate on just how good it felt.
Shockwaves of pleasure wracked Dash’s body, every time time Scootaloo’s rod slammed against her cervix. Try as she might, all she could do was clench around the young mare, milking the vascular organ for all its worth. Shamelessly, one foreleg crept under her torso, questing her loins; that’s when she felt it.
Dash wasn’t sure what it was at first, when she felt something press against her front leg; then she realized, it was her own belly. Scootaloo’s equipment was so stupidly big, that it was bulging her abdomen outward. She’d heard of such things happening, and seen pictures, but she’d never experienced anything like it. As disconcerting as it was, it only turned her on more. Eventually, her hoof made it to her groin, where it vigorously teased and massaged her clit.
Each thrust sent Scootaloo’s heavy nuts slapping against Dash’s groin, as she rutted her hero. One hoof slipped, losing purchase from her partner’s hip. Grabbing for the first thing she could, she latched onto Dash’s dock, causing the older mare to squeal. Hearing Dash’s whorish cry flipped a switch in Scootaloo, pushing her to give it everything she had. Using the additional leverage, from the base of her partner’s tail, and flapping her wings for additional power, she really started to buck.
The additional speed and force, darn near caused Dash to faint. Even if she could form a coherent sentence, she wouldn’t have said anything; well, maybe besides begging Scootaloo to keep going. She was so close, so very close to cumming, all she needed was a little more…
Scootaloo, having lost herself to her unquenchable thirst for more, rammed herself forward with every ounce of energy she could muster. Something deep within Dash gave way, allowing her to fully hilt herself. Not only was she able to cram every bit of her length into the Wonderbolt, but an additional pressure had formed around the head of her cock. She didn’t slow down; no, if anything the added pleasure caused her to fuck like a beast gone mad.
The moment Scootaloo penetrated her womb, Dash came. It was an odd sensation, a mixture of unimaginable pleasure and discomfort, leading to a torrent of mare-cum erupting from her abused, packed entrance. She cried out, writhing under the still thrusting pint-sized pony, as she lost control of herself.
Watching Dash squirm below her, along with the vice-like grip on her cock, was causing something to happen. It almost felt like an orgasm, but slightly different. There was a pressure building within her, almost like a barely contained explosion, yet Scootaloo desperately sought it out. Losing any semblance of cohesion, she endured; thrusting violently into her partner. The force holding her tool grew, only allowing her slight movement, while the head of her cock started to flare. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure, she fully sheathed herself, as she was overcome with a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.
All of Scootaloo’s weight went crashing forward, causing every bit of her dong to grind into Dash. The penetration was so prolific, that the blunted head of her cock hammered against, and into, the larger mare’s fallopian tube. Unfortunately, with nowhere to escape, the first gout of seed erupted directly into Dash’s ovary, right smack into the delicate organ full of fertile eggs.
Both mares froze, as Scootaloo’s immense nuts began to empty themselves directly into Dash’s womb. Pints of hot, creamy spunk went surging through her shaft, causing it to rhythmically throb. The two cried out in unison, braying to the heavens, as their bodies were ravaged by an unending tide of ecstasy.
Although neither of them could see it, Dash’s gut started to distend, under the weight of Scootaloo’s substantial load. The older mare was vaguely aware of her insides shifting about, and how her tummy seemed exceptionally full, but there was no way she could have known the full extent of the situation. Scootaloo, even if she was aware of what was happening, couldn’t worry herself with it. She was adrift in a sea of rapture, having achieved an orgasm like none she’d ever experienced.
With her womb packed beyond all reasoning, obscene amounts of seed squirted and gushed from her snatch, spattering Scootaloo and the floor in the process. Even after her initial climax, multiple, subsequent orgasms hit her, one after the other. All that mattered was the pleasure, the heaven she’d found herself in.
Locked together the two ponies remained motionless, riding out their climaxes. As the post-coitus euphoria swept over Scootaloo, she lost her grip on her partner leaving her to fall backward, off and out of, Dash. A tsunami of scalding cum erupted out of the Wonderbolt’s abused cunt, drenching Scootaloo in the process. As the young mare clumsily dismounted, Dash crashed to the floor; heaving air into herself, while she recovered.
As they recuperated, they looked at one another, each of them wearing a goofy smile on their sweat streaked faces. They’d done the do and, while they may regret it later, they were thoroughly pleased with the outcome. Laboriously, Dash attempted to roll to her side, to get a better look at herself, but failed. Her gut was so distended that movement may be an issue; at least, for a little while.
Much to her chagrin, her stomach was absolutely massively swollen. Why, it almost looked like she was heavy with a pair of foals. The sublime fullness of so much cum, coupled with the warmth it afforded, was strangely comforting; a perfect final note to the scandalous affair.
“Scoots,” Dash rasped, drawing her friend’s attention.
“Yeah?” Scootaloo croaked, wearily looking over.
“You think-Mmmph,” Dash grunted, trying again to get to her hooves, “you’ll be able to make more of that stuff?”
Scootaloo’s face broke into an exhausted grin. “Yeah, pretty sure I could…”
Dash licked her lips, while she unsteadily stood. Considering Scoot’s dong hadn’t magically disappeared, her “theory” had been thoroughly debunked. If it was anything like normal poison joke, the effects may even last for a few days, or until they went to get a cure from Zecora. Either way, Dash fully planned on getting a second round in; once her legs quit feeling like limp noodles, that is…
