A Rainbow at Dusk

Chapter 2; The Morning After

Dusk Shine groaned quietly, face scrunching away from the intense beam of sunlight that had fallen across it. Sensation returned to his body slowly, and what he felt was hot. Like he’d fallen asleep next to an oven with the door left open. Attempting to roll away from the source of heat, he found himself pressed tighter against it by something wrapped possessively around him. Dusk’s brow furrowed, and finally he opened his eyes, the world a bleary blur, but it wasn’t that hard to spot the bright, multicoloured hair of his bedmate. For a split second he wondered what the hell Rainbow Blitz was doing in his bed, but the memories of the previous night quickly rushed back to him, and he became aware of the fact he was still dressed in his ‘alone time’ attire.

That, and the pleasant, slightly sore aching of his tailhole that often accompanied a fun night. Granted, up until now it had always been a fun night spent alone, but Dusk was hardly complaining about the new experience.

But now he had a problem. As much as he was thoroughly enjoying the snoring stallion’s company, Rainbow Blitz was nothing short of a space heater beneath the blankets, and it was starting to get… sweaty. And that was before Dusk even thought about how sticky he felt. Especially his backside. A shower was definitely in order.

Just as soon as he untangled himself.

“Rainbow,” he whispered gently, trying to rouse the pegasus without startling him. “Wake up, Rainbow.”

Blitz simply laid there, face down on his pillow, mouth slightly open and drooling.

“Well, I have to wash the bedding anyway,” Dusk muttered to himself, rolling his eyes as he squirmed, Blitz’s grip proving impressive even when he was asleep. “C’mon, Blitz; I really need a shower.”

Still the stallion refused to budge, and Dusk felt akin to a young child’s teddy bear with how aggressively Rainbow fought to keep him. After a moment more of struggle, Dusk sighed and fell limp, quickly being dragged up against Blitz’s side.

“I’ll get you back for this,” Dusk grumbled. “I’ll turn you into a-” he stopped, blinked, and smacked a hand against his forehead.

With a flash and a pop Dusk Shine reappeared standing next to the bed, shaking his head. “I get why Barb calls me the dumbest genius,” he muttered to himself, crossing the room to the bathroom. The shower was started with a flash of magic, and as steam began to fill the room he turned his attention to his reflection. Despite the blush that came to his cheeks, he smiled. Smoothing the skirt, Dusk took a moment to appreciate the girly stallion staring back at him. Blitz’s words from the previous night came to him: The humiliating, degrading things he’d been called. The things he’d said himself.

A familiar stirring in his loins came with the memories, a shudder running down his spine. To say he’d never thought those things, fantasized about them, would be a lie. They’d always been there, in the back of his mind. But that was all they’d ever been; thoughts. Maybe the occasional whisper when he really got into it. Saying it not just out loud, but to another person? Having someone else call him the things he wished to hear? It was something else entirely.

Dusk looked down, the tip of his cock poking out from beneath his skirt, unconstrained by the panties that had been left lying somewhere on his bedroom floor. While Blitz was larger than most stallions could hope to be - something Dusk certainly wasn’t complaining about - he himself was on the small end of average, weighing in at a scant six inches. Barely enough to show past even his skimpiest skirt. Once, when he was young, it had been a point of contention. Especially when he’d discovered the adult section of the library and had only pornstars to compare to. Now he didn’t mind; it suited his lithe, girlish form just fine as far as he was concerned.

Looking back at himself in the mirror, Dusk took in just how femenine he really was. The clothes certainly helped, but they’d have never worked as well as they did if he didn’t already have the perfect figure for it. A slim waist set between slightly wider hips and narrow shoulders. Even his face was fairly androgynous. That left only his genitals to determine his gender, and when he was in public only his attire could tell if he was mare or stallion. During the day, he was the nerdy stallion from Canterlot, and that was fine by him.

But at night…

Dusk grinned lecherously at himself. At night, he could be whatever he wanted, and deep down, what he wanted was what was written on the silver medallion hanging from his choker. A slut. Whether mare or stallion, he often fantasized about being a whore. A toy to be passed around and used for the pleasure of others. Showered in cum and tossed aside. That thought had accompanied most of his time spent alone.

A particularly loud snore brought him out of his own head, and he glanced at the door. Maybe… maybe some part of his fantasies could come true, now? What would Rainbow Blitz do, knowing his secret? He felt he should be scared, panicking about another person finding out, but… he didn’t. Somehow, he didn’t care that Rainbow knew. Dusk already knew Rainbow wouldn’t tell anyone; Blitz was many things, but he’d never go back on a promise to a friend. And, thinking back on it, he felt silly for thinking Rainbow would have told anyone to begin with.

That only left him wondering what Blitz would do with the information.

Dusk’s attention was drawn to the crook of his neck, a deep purple bruise showing on his lavender skin. A semicircle mark, right where…

“I’m going to cum, Dusky.” Rainbow had growled, right in his ear, and then he’d bitten down, like a wild animal claiming its mate.

Dusk’s hand ran over the mark softly. “What does this make us?” He asked aloud, frowning slightly at the lack of an answer. Sighing and shaking his head, he shelved the thought for later, when Rainbow was awake and could actually respond. For now, he was sweaty, sticky, and smelly. First order of business; a shower.

Pulling the pink crop top over his head, Dusk folded it neatly and set it on the counter. His thigh-high stockings quickly joined it, and the skirt was slowly slid down his slender legs. He stood up and once more looked at himself, now adorned only by the pink strip of fabric around his neck.

“Yes, Dusk; I meant it. You’re hot as hell.”

Dusk frowned slightly, one hand pawing at the silver disk against his throat and the other grabbing his dick at the base, pushing it down and out of the way. “Even without the clothes?”

Again, no response came. This time, though, he wasn’t disappointed by it; a part of him knew the answer, and he didn’t want to hear it. With a disheartened sigh he removed the choker and laid it atop his other clothes, giving them a final, forlorn glance as he climbed into the shower and stepped under the spray. He sighed, muscles relaxing as he stood there, warm water rushing over him and soothing the stiffness that came with being bear-hugged all night. He’d never guessed Blitz to be the cuddling type, but then Rainbow probably hadn’t imagined the kinds of things Dusk kept in his closet.

He chewed his lip anxiously. How would Rainbow react now? The pegasus had been drunk the night before, if not totally inebriated then at the very least tipsy. Would he regret it? Consider it a drunken mistake, never to be spoken of again? Dusk found himself frowning at the thought; perhaps that, of all the scenarios his mind conjured forth, was the hardest for him to swallow. Something about being considered a mistake made his stomach twist.

But then… what did he want? Dusk’s brow furrowed. What did he want? If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t really know. At the very least, he hoped it wouldn’t turn out to be a one-time thing. After experiencing the reality of his fantasies, he didn’t think he could go back to dildos and his imagination.

“Ugh. This isn’t getting me anywhere,” Dusk groaned, running his hands through his hair, lacing his fingers atop his head. “What would Blitz do? He doesn’t think about this stuff; he just does it. Like…” He shuddered. “Like last night…”

He sighed, shaking his head. As much as he wanted to, that wasn’t him. There was no way he could act without thinking, especially in a situation like this. What if their relationship never recovered from his blundering? He wanted last night to be a repeat occurrence, but if that would risk his friendship with Blitz in any way… it wasn’t worth it.

Dusk yelped as a pair of blue, muscular arms wrapped around his chest. “Heya, Dusky.”

Rainbow Blitz jolted awake, the sound of a shower running stirring him from the best night’s sleep he’d had in ages. His eyes opened blearily and he took in his surroundings, smirking as he remember just why he had slept so well. Dusk Shine’s bed didn’t even hold a candle to cloud beds, but a good night’s rest was made of more than just a soft mattress. An excellent bedmate made things better, not to mention certain ‘before bed activities’.

Rainbow snickered to himself at the thought as he rolled onto his back, spreading out across the sheets. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, listening to the sound of the shower running. He was mildly disappointed Dusk had seen fit to get up and shower without him, but if how he felt was any indication, Dusk would be in desperate need of a shower. The thought elicited another chuckle, and Blitz groaned as he sat upright. The room was as he remembered it; filled with nerdy books and not a scrap of paper out of place. A vanity against the wall opposite the bed, and a dressed facing the balcony doors.

The dresser...

Blitz smirked and hopped out of bed, glancing to the bathroom door. It wasn’t latched, but it was closed enough he couldn’t see in. And Dusk couldn’t see out. He nodded to himself and crept over to the dresser, curiosity burning bright in his mind.

“Alright, Dusky,” he muttered to himself, grabbing the knob on the lowermost drawer. “Let’s see what else you’ve been hiding.” The drawer slid open without much fanfare, and Blitz’s eyes gleamed as they landed on the bounty within.

Socks.

And not even the fun kind of socks like the ones Dusk had been wearing; just regular, white socks.

Blitz blinked. He rummaged through the drawer, digging down until he hit the wooden bottom.

Nothing.

Frowning, Blitz stood back up and scratched his head. Was the outfit from the previous night seriously the only one Dusk owned? With how easily the unicorn had gotten into it, he’d assumed Dusk had been doing that kind of thing for a while. There had been a mention of other, bigger toys, but…

I didn’t even know he was gay, Blitz thought to himself, rubbing his chin. And I’d have heard if he hooked up with anyone in ponyville… he said he didn’t really have time for friends in Canterlot… wait. He winced slightly. Shit. He was… and I… Fuck.

Closing the drawer, Blitz strode quickly across the room to the bathroom door, the shower within still running and masking his steps as he slipped inside. He had to know now. Dusk’s clothes were folded neatly on the counter, but Blitz paid them no mind as he opened his mouth, intending to announce his presence.

“Ugh. This isn’t getting me anywhere,” Dusk’s voice came from within the shower, obscured by the curtain. “What would Blitz do? He doesn’t think about this stuff; he just does it. Like…” There was an audible shiver in his voice. “Like last night…”

Blitz felt his lips curl up slightly; at the very least, Dusk didn’t seem to regret anything. But he was worrying about something, which wouldn’t have surprised anyone. Feeling a little more confident that he hadn’t royally fucked their friendship up, Blitz couldn’t help but to peak cautiously around the curtain. Dusk’s back was turned to him, the unicorn no doubt deep in thought about whatever he was fussing about. Which, if Rainbow was totally honest with himself, he could probably guess. An apology was probably in order.

Slowly, carefully, with all the grace being a pegasus afforded him, Blitz slid into the shower, the curtain rustling gently. Dusk, as usual, was totally oblivious to the world around him, and Blitz relished the high-pitched yelp he got when he wrapped his arms around the smaller stallion, trapping Dusk’s arms against his sides. “Heya, Dusky.”

“R-r-rainbow!” Dusk stuttered, his chest heaving. “What-”

“I got a question for ya,” Blitz cut in breezily, pulling Dusk back into his chest and resting his chin atop the unicorn’s head, eyes crossing slightly as he focused on the tip of his horn.

Dusk swallowed thickly, a million possibilities whirring through his mind. “Y-yeah?”

“Were you a virgin?” Blitz asked casually, as though inquiring about the weather. “Like, before last night I mean.” He felt Dusk tense at the question, and he sighed. “Yeah, I thought so. Listen, I’m really sorry about how that went down.”

Dusk’s breath caught in his throat. He reached up and grabbed Rainbow’s arm, scared he’d pull away. “Don’t be sorry.” His words came as a breathy whisper, barely audible over the shower. “I asked you to stay.”

“Yeeeaaaahhhh…” Blitz hissed through his teeth. “I know. But I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. You were horny. I was drunk and horny. It was just… yeah. I probably could have handled it better. Like, y’know; not perving on my friend to begin with.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure you were the best possible person to catch me doing… that,” Dusk admitted, a blush rising in his cheeks. “I, uh, don’t really think anyone else would’ve reacted quite so well.”

The pegasus chuckled. “You mean no one else would’ve let themselves in and fucked you into a drooling mess?”

Dusk felt like his face would burst into flames. “Y-yeah. That.”

“What can I say? I know what I like, and I go for what I want…” Blitz trailed off, lifting his head from Dusk’s hair and looking down over the unicorn almost hungrily. His eyes landed on a semi-circle bruise right in the crook of his neck. “Yikes.”

“Huh?”

Blitz lifted his hand, running it gently across the bite. “I, uh, kinda left a mark. Sorry about that.”

“Oh.” Dusk felt himself smile. “Don’t worry about it; I can hide it with magic… if I want to…” he added in a small voice.

“If you want to?” Blitz echoed, raising an eyebrow.

Dusk nodded timidly. “I… kind of… like it?”

“You- oh.” Blitz grinned. “You’re really into that kinda thing, huh? I mean, I heard some of the things you said last night, but like, I thought that was just a heat of the moment thing.”

“I-I, um…”

“Hey; no judgment from me. Whatever floats your boat, or whatever. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find it hot as hell. I’m just… surprised, I guess? I didn’t expect you to be into a bunch of kinky shit.”

Dusk giggled. “They do say it’s always the quiet ones, right?”

“Fair enough,” Blitz said with a laugh that trailed off into silence, the shower providing a gentle background as the two stallions stood there, Dusk still wrapped in Rainbow’s arms.

“Hey, Rainbow?” He started slowly, chewing his lip nervously. If he wanted an answer, there was only one way to get it. “What… where do we go from here?”

Blitz winced slightly at the question. A part of him had been expecting it, especially since he’d figured out Dusk had been a virgin. “I mean, all I was looking for was a one night stand,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s why I came here last night; I was gonna ask you to wingman for me. I don’t do the whole ‘dating’ thing. Not really my style.”

“Oh.” Dusk tried and failed to hide the disappointed tone in his voice.

“H-hey, that doesn’t mean-”

A door slammed somewhere in the library. “Dusk! I’m home!”

Dusk nearly jumped out of his skin. “Barb!” he shouted, forcing himself from Blitz’s embrace. “I forgot she was coming back this early!”

“That a problem?” Blitz asked flatly, raising an eyebrow as he watched the unicorn panic.

Dusk whirled around, eyes wide. “Is that a problem!?” He hissed. “Yes, that’s a problem! She can’t know about this - any of this. You have to get out of here before she sees you!”

“Dusk, don’t you think-” Blitz blinked, and when his eyes opened he was assaulted by the bright light of the sun. “Seriously?” He yelled at the sky from the bedroom balcony, still dripping from the shower and shivering as a light breeze blew across him. “Can I at least get my-”

A magic flash left both his clothes and a towel sitting on the floor in front of him.

Sighing and shaking his head wearily, Blitz picked up the towel, stepping further into what little cover the canopy of the tree provided. The last thing he needed was someone spotting him naked on the library balcony and spreading rumours. He dried himself quickly and got dressed, glancing through the glass in time to see the bedroom door open, a purple and green dragoness stepping inside.

“I’ll get you back for this,” he muttered, jumping from the balcony and spreading his wings.

“Dusk?”

“I-In the shower!” Dusk called, sticking his head out the bathroom door and grabbing Blitz’s clothes in his magical grasp. They and a towel were teleported onto the balcony, and he rushed back to the shower, scrambling to wash the stench of sweat and sex from his skin. “J-just give me a minute!”

“Whatever,” Barb responded. “Not like I-... Oh. My God. Dusk Shine!”

Dusk’s heart thundered in his chest. There was a tone in her voice he didn’t like, but there was no way she could have known; he was always careful. Nothing was ever left out where she could find it, and… oh Faust, he hadn’t changed the sheets on the bed! And the room probably stank! There was no way she didn’t know something was up. The water was shut off and he jumped out, skipping a towel entirely with a quick flash of magic. He turned to his clothes and froze.

He hadn’t brought a change of clothes.

“Uhm, Barb?”

“Dusk, get out here. Now.” She sounded excited about something, and he started wondering if maybe he’d left the dildo out, too.

He groaned, shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously. “Barb, I don’t have any clothes with me. Can you-”

“I’ve seen you naked before,” she responded flatly.

“Baaaaaarb.”

The dragoness emphasized a sigh. After a moment of shuffling her voice came again; “Clothes are outside the door. I’m not looking. But you’re answering all my questions.”

“Questions?” Dusk asked fearfully, opening the door a crack. True to her word, her green-scaled back was turned to him, and a change of clothes sat at the floor. He grabbed them and all but slammed the door shut again, throwing on the basic t-shirt and jeans. Making sure he looked somewhat presentable - and stashing his other clothes under the sink - Dusk stepped out into his bedroom.

Barb turned to him, the grin on her face enough to make beads of sweat form on Dusk’s brow. “So, who’s the lucky mare?”

Dusk choked on his own breath, feeling as though he’d been punched in the chest. “W-What!?”

Extending a single, reptilian claw, Barb presented a familiar pair of pink panties. “Do I get to meet her?”

In that moment, Dusk Shine truly, honestly prayed to whatever deity might listen for a quick, painless death. Or rather, any death at all; he could handle a slow, torturous demise if it saved him from his current situation.

Despite his best effort, however, no god seemed interested in smiting him, and the very existence of a supreme being was thrown into question. How could any benevolent god see this scenario and not take pity on him?

Dusk Shine decided then and there, if there was a God, they were no longer on speaking terms.

“Uhm…” was all he could offer.

“Well?” Barb asked pointedly, swaying her outstretched finger and making the panties spin around. “You been seeing someone secretly? Or was this some kinda drunken hookup? Did bubble Berry finally drag you to a club?” Her eyes lit up, countless possibilities dancing through her mind. “Do you even remember who it was? Did you get blackout drunk? Is that why you had me stay at Elusive’s place?”

Maybe the Devil would feel sorry for him and open a hole to Hell beneath his feet.

“Barb! You know I don’t drink!” Dusk argued desperately. “A-and it’s none of your business anyway!”

“Uh, it is too my business,” Barb snarked, pulling her hand back when Dusk tried to snatch the panties away. “You’re basically my brother, and I live here; if I gotta start knocking on your door before I come in, I kinda need to know that.”

Dusk’s cheeks glowed a deep rosy hue. “Y-you should be knocking anyway!”

“Eh.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I know I’m not gonna walk in on anything; you always jerk off in the bathroom when I’m home.”

“What!?” Maybe there was a hole somewhere he could crawl in and live out the rest of his days.

Barb rolled her eyes. “Please, Dusk; we’ve lived together literally my entire life, and I’m not a child. You really think I didn’t know what you were doing in there?” She frowned at him. “What else do you think you’re hiding from me? I know where you keep your secret stash of cookies, too.”

Dusk’s horn lit, his face thoroughly flushed, and with a flash of magic he - and his panties - were gone.

Barb blinked, glanced around the room, then doubled over laughing.

Dusk Shine reappeared in the park on the other side of town; a nice, open area that made an easy teleportation target. He quickly balled up his panites and shoved them in his pocket, quickly checking he was alone. Thankfully, the field was empty, and he all but deflated, collapsing against a tree, head falling back and thumping against the bark.

“Stupid,” he muttered to himself, hitting the back of his head again. “How could you forget she was coming home? How could you forget to clean up!?” Dusk groaned, another thunk ringing out. “Stupid.”

Dusk sighed. “It’s not my fault,” he reasoned, glaring at the sky above, a very familiar shade of blue. “I was distracted. It’s his fault.

“Rainbow Blitz…” The name dripped like venom from his tongue, even if the thought of the pegasus brought with it pleasant memories of the previous night. He groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Ugh. I’m not going to be able to look at him for a month without thinking about… that.

“Dammit, Blitz; why did you have to be there? Why didn’t you leave?” Dusk huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why didn’t I kick you out?”

He snorted. “Because you blackmailed me…” Despite his words he knew that wasn’t at all the truth. Knew he had every opportunity to say no - not even to say no; all he had to do was sit there and shut up and Blitz was about to leave on his own. But no, Dusk just had to go and open his big, stupid mouth before he had a chance to think about what he was doing.

“Maybe you and I aren’t so different?” Dusk mused with a humourless chuckle. “Did you think about what you were doing before you let yourself in and…” he trailed off with a shudder.

“I mean, all I was looking for was a one night stand.”

Dusk frowned. He had to remember that’s all it was to Blitz; nothing more than a casual hookup. A one time fling. There was nothing more to be had there; Blitz had probably already moved on and all but forgotten about it.

But Dusk already knew he wouldn’t be forgetting about it any time soon. How could he? It was… almost perfect; everything he’d ever wanted from the night he lost his virginity. A strong, dominant stallion taking what he wanted. Taking him. He ran his fingers over the mark on his neck, eyes falling shut as Dusk found himself back in his room, pinned to the bed under Blitz’s weight.

Blitz’s breath on the back of his neck, the husky, hushed words right in his ear; “I’m going to cum, Dusky.”

Dusk jolted upright, blushing intensely and forcing the memories away. It was nothing; it didn’t mean anything. The bruise on his neck was nothing more than that; a bruise. One that had already started to fade.

He had to remember it wasn’t going to be replaced.

Standing and dusting off his pants, Dusk took in his surroundings. Sitting around and thinking about what was over and done wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Right now, he needed to figure out how to deal with Barb’s questions. Then he needed to get his schedule for the day; he was already well behind, and the more he waited around doing nothing the worse his tardiness got.

Still entirely unsure what he was going to tell her, Dusk set out towards the library. Maybe she’d believe someone had broken in and planted incriminating evidence on him in an attempt to blackmail him for favours from Prince Solaris?

Dusk Shine groaned, leaning back and stretching as he yawned. A cursory glance at the clock told him everything he needed to know; it was late. Very late. The sky outside had long since gone dark and most of Ponyville would be asleep. He looked at his book, a little less than half way finished, and nodded to himself as a bookmark was slid into place and the cover flipped shut.

Standing, Dusk stretched again. “Barb?” He called on instinct alone, wincing slightly as he remembered.

“Have fun in Canterlot!” Dusk called, waving as the dragoness stepped out the door. She turned, fixing him with a lecherous smirk.

“You have fun, too!” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Bring that mare around sometime I’m home; I’d love to meet her!”

Dusk blushed. “I told you there is no mare!”

With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, Barb laughed. “Right. Because I totally believe you bought them for some kind of experiment.”

“I-I was testing the tensile strength of different-” The door slammed shut, and the unicorn was left alone with a scarlet blush. He glowered at where his assistant had been standing a moment before.

Dusk groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. At the very least, Barb’s assumption was way off base. Well… not entirely off; she was right about there being another person involved. She just got the gender wrong. And who owned the panties. And… more than likely everything about what she thought happened that night. In other words, she had no idea.

Dusk just wished he knew what he was going to tell her to make her stop asking about his imaginary girlfriend. Knowing him, he’d end up putting his foot in his mouth and giving away even more.

He grunted, shelving the thought under ‘deal with it later’ and turned, stifling a yawn as he made his way upstairs. There wasn’t much he could do while Barb was in Canterlot, doing whatever it is teenage dragonesses do in a big city when not helping the Prince. With a wave of magic his bedroom door was opened and the lights behind him flicked off, the ones in his room remained dim. Dusk discarded his clothes and crawled into bed, complete with freshly-laundered sheets, and sighed contentedly. The Barb problem had been pushed back a week, leaving him to rest easy.

Except he wasn’t resting.

Dusk glared at the ceiling. “Seriously?” He looked down at the tent in the blankets. “Just because she's gone does not mean I’m doing… that.”

His boner seemed to disagree.

He rolled onto his side. “I’m not in the mood.”

It occurred to him he was literally having an argument with his own dick, but right at that moment he didn’t really care. What mattered was getting a good night’s rest before he had to deal with the other problem in his life: Getting through lunch with his friends and not acting like a total weirdo around Rainbow Blitz. So what if the pegasus was the only living person who knew his secret? Small potatoes. It didn’t really matter that he’d just lost his virginity to him last night; water under the bridge now.

He certainly didn’t care about how good it felt to be pinned to his bed and mercilessly rutted into his mattress by a big, strong, dominant stallion until he-

Ah. Hello erection, my old friend.

“Fine.” Dusk lit his horn and the light clicked on as he slid out of bed. He looked down at his dick. “You win this time. But I’m not… getting dressed.”

Blinking, he realized he was now negotiating with his stallionhood, and made a mental note to look into local therapists. There were probably a few issues there to work out.

He made sure his door was shut tight, then checked the balcony. Locked. Glancing outside at the darkened sky, he drew the curtains, though he left a gap large enough for a curious person to peek in, and there was a small click as the door was unlocked.

Just in case.

The closet was opened in a glow of magic and Dusk stepped inside the small space. Inside was a fairly normal closet; shirts hung from rails, a few boxes were stored on the shelves above. All in all, nothing conspicuous. Then he lit his horn, and the back wall shimmered before fading away entirely, revealing a small cubby lined with shelves which were, in turn, lined with… toys.

Despite himself he managed a small smile as he perused his collection. It wasn’t massive; only about a dozen or so items in total, but it suited him fine. Selecting one almost at random - a large equine dildo made of black silicon, with an off-white tube leading away from the base that ended in a small bulb - Dusk grabbed a bottle of lube and made his way back to the bed. He sized it up with his eyes; it was slightly longer than most of his other toys, at fourteen inches, but it was significantly thinner, making the flared head more prominent.

Then he frowned. It had always been one of his favourites, but looking at it now, it felt… underwhelming. Sure, it was longer than Blitz’s member, but it was so much skinnier - even the flared head paled in comparison to what Dusk knew his friend was packing. And the cold, sleek black colour with its unnatural shine did it no favours.

“Stop,” Dusk muttered under his breath, looking away. “Don’t do this to yourself. That’s over.”

He turned back to the toy, and an idea struck. Blushing and glancing around as though expecting an audience - in a way, he was - Dusk charged his horn. A flash of magic later he watched the toy expectantly. For a second, nothing happened, but then the tip of the toy began to shimmer. The cold, artificial black melting away to reveal a dark, matte blue. The new colour dripped down the shaft like melting ice, until he had a dildo the same colour as Rainbow Blitz’s stallionhood.

“No harm pretending, right?” He asked himself uncertainty, biting his lip. The toy was affixed to the wall above the head of his bed, and Dusk knelt in front of it. A shiver danced across his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It was just last night he’d been in this same position, and when he closed his eyes he could almost see Rainbow Blitz standing above him.

Dusk inhaled, his mind turning the dull scent of silicon into the heavy musk he remembered. He leaned forward and planted a kiss of the flared head of the toy, its cool surface chilling his lips.

“Good boy,” Rainbow’s voice echoed in his head, and Dusk opened his mouth just enough for the tip to slip inside. His tongue swirled around it, feeling as the rubber toy quickly started to warm up inside his maw. Moving slowly, he pushed forward, enjoying the feeling of the flare sliding deeper into his mouth. The flavour wasn’t at all how he remembered, but what the physical sensations lacked his imagination made up for, his mind’s eye conjuring every memory that had been burned into him last night. From the feel of Rainbow’s hand on the back of his head, urging him forward, to the powerful sense of submission he got kneeling before the pegasus.

Cock twitching, Dusk moaned quietly around the faux-cock pushing deeper and deeper into his gullet. A part of him knew it wasn’t the real thing, but he silenced that part of him, giving in to the fantasy as he felt the tip hit the entrance to his throat. He swallowed and pushed himself further down, eager to hear Rainbow’s praise.

When none came, he pulled back and opened his eyes, coming face to face with his wall, almost disappointed before pushing the thought to the back of his mind.

Dusk bobbed his head in steady, smooth strokes. The toy’s meager girth allowed him to easily take it into his throat, though its length prevented him from swallowing it all. Nonetheless, the feeling of the notably larger head stretching out his tight throat lit a fire of arousal within him, and a bead of precum formed at the tip of his cock.

Forcing himself as far down as he could, Dusk gagged and coughed, glaring at the two or three inches still remaining of the toy. He’d needed Rainbow’s help to take all of his much thicker shaft. Without it, twelve inches was the best he could do. He pulled back relactuantly, greedily sucking in a breath before pushing back down, using the fat, flared head to fuck his own throat. Dusk hummed happily, which came out as more of a gurgle, one arm reaching behind him.

In a magical glow the bottle of lube was opened and poured onto his hand. Dusk sucked idley on the dildo as he spread the slick liquid over his fingers. A shiver ran up his spine as he touched his cold, lubed finger against his anus, rubbing it in gentle circles and spreading a thin layer of lube. He groaned as his index finger sunk into his ass, the usually tight ring of muscle still mildly loosened from the night before. A second finger quickly joined the first, and he started thrusting them in time with the bobbing of his head.

The dual sensations of his maw being filled and gentle wriggling in his ass only served to heighten Dusk’s arousal, pre now dribbling down his dick and dripping onto the sheets.

“Dusk!” Blitz’s voice cried in his head as he grabbed the bulb dangling from the base of the toy with his free hand. “I-... I’m gonna-!” He pulled off with a wet pop, sitting lower so the dildo was above him, aimed right as his face. With a forceful squeeze on the bulb Dusk closed his eyes, a thick, stringy white substance shooting out from the tip of the faux-cock. The fake cum rained down on him, coating his face in thick white strands.

Dusk groaned and shuddered as he squeezed again, fingering his ass faster as he made sure every last drop of artificial jizz landed either on his face or in his hair, images flashing behind his eyelids of Blitz cumming all over him, marking him with the pegasus’s heady scent. His fingers fell from his pucker as he basked in the feeling of cum dripping down his chin.

When the bulb was empty Dusk unscrewed it from the tube, summoning another with a flash of magic and attaching it as he rolled onto his back, his tail flicking excitedly across the sheets. “Rut me, Rainbow,” he murmured as the dildo was slathered in lube and positioned against his entrance. With little fanfare the fat head slipped inside, a girlish moan filling the room as inch after inch of silicon cock sank into the unicorn. He wrapped his arms around his legs, holding them to his chest as his magic did the work for him.

The toy gradually built up a tempo, thrusting in and out of his welcoming hole with next to no resistance. Dusk had to bite his lip to stifle a groan, eyes sliding shut as he surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over him. The flared head jammed against his prostate with every thrust, his cock pulsing with need and leaking onto his stomach.

“Ahn~ Rainbow!” Dusk cried as he hilted the toy inside himself, holding it there for only a moment before the glow around his horn intensified further and the dildo’s speed increased, now properly jackhammering into his abused anus. Thrust after thrust slammed into him, accompanied by the slapping of the base against his plump ass cheeks and his high-pitched, whorish moans and quiet, girly whimpers.

“H-harder, Rainbow,” he whispered, picturing the larger stallion looming over him, grinning down with that cocky, confident, dominant look that drove Dusk wild.

With one hand reached above his head and gripping at the sheats, Dusk brought his other down to his own, small cock as it slapped against his belly with every thrust. He wrapped his fingers around his meager girth and started stroking in time with the dildo plumbing his depths, the dual pleasures crashing down on his mind and once more he felt the familiar tightness building in his abdomen.

“I’m going to cum, Dusky.”

Hand moving to the bruise on his neck, Dusk’s horn flared as he crushed the bulb of fake cum, forcing it up the tube and through the toy into the deepest depths of his ass. He couldn’t feel it like he could feel the warmth of Rainbow’s jizz inside him, but the knowledge that he was being bred like a whore sent him over the edge, his magic faltering and back arching as his climax crashed down upon him. Without his magic holding it in place the dildo slipped from his ass, hitting the floor and leaving his empty hole to clench down on nothing as he came, thrusting up into his still stroking hand, aiming down at his face. The first, powerful shot hit him between the eyes, the heat of his jizz contrasting with the coolness of the drying fake cum already on his face.

The second and third were weaker, but he opened his mouth in time to catch them on his tongue, the strong, salty, musky flavour only extending his orgasm as several weaker ropes pooled on his chest. He swished his seed around his mouth, recalling the slightly different taste of Blitz’s spunk as he swallowed.

Finally, Dusk collapsed back down onto the bed, panting and covered in sweat and his own fluids, as well as the rapidly drying fake cum from his toy. With what little strength he had, he lifted his head and looked to the window, covered by curtains. In a wave of magic they were opened a little further. Dusk searched the darkness outside, wishing for a familiar silhouette to be standing there, watching him.

Of course, there wasn’t, and he was left to bask in his afterglow alone. Only the memory of Blitz’s arms around him was left, and he shivered, suddenly feeling cold.

Dusk’s teeth ground together, his head slamming back into his mattress. “Damn it, Blitz. What have you done to me?”

“What can I say? I know what I like, and I go for what I want…”

The pegasus’s words echoed back in his mind. Dusk glared at the ceiling. “I know what I want…

“I just have to… go for it?”

It couldn’t be that easy, could it? It… seemed to be; Blitz just walked in and took what he wanted. Why couldn’t Dusk do the same? What was stopping him from at least giving it a try?

Dusk nodded to himself, ignoring the fake cum leaking from his ass as he lit his horn, a quill on his desk sparking to live and starting to scribble over a piece of parchment.

It was time to make a plan.

Author's Note

Howdy. I return with another chapter of smut. With notably less smut than last time, but still smut. Y'know; smut.

Anyway, yes; we're going on an adventure, folks! Told y'all there would be plot in this. I'm gonna try an keep each chapter around this length, with at least one sex scene each, but I also don't want the plot to just feel like an excuse for sex. I dunno. I've never written this kinda stuff before. Bare with me while I experiment a bit.

As always, I do so love comments; post 'em below.