Who are you and what happened to Rainbow Dash?!
Who are you and what happened to Rainbow Dash?!
By Damocles23
“And she said she just wanted you to go away?” says Twilight, perplexed.
“Yes…” Fluttershy lowers her head and closes her eyes, in defeat. “I tried everything: I asked her gently, I asked again, I said pretty please with sugar on top and courteously asked her to let me in, but nothing worked…”
“Poor Rainbow..It must be awful…” Twilight looks at her hooves, and sighs sadly.
“Well, she shouldn’t be such a jerk about it!” Applejack stomps her hooves in anger. “Ah mean if she’s doesn’t feel awright, I can understand that, but no! She has to go the extra mile and don’t talk about the problem with anypony. Ah swear, I should go up there and kick the damn door out!”
“No, no, no, AJ! “ Fluttershy flies in front of her, using her hooves as barrier. “We must let Rainbow come to terms with the problem at her own pace. You know how Rainbow is: she doesn’t want us to know for a reason!”
“And I’m afraid I’m that reason…” Twilight looks gloom and sits on her haunches, discouraged. ”If only she allowed me to take a look before…”
“It isn’t your fault, Twilight.” Fluttershy approaches the unicorn and holds her shoulders. “It’s not that you did it purpose."
“Well, I thought it was so much of a good idea to start testing that spell with Rainbow right there, reading and thinking her own business…” Twilight facehoofs.
“Ah think Rainbow should’ve been more careful after she saw you starting…”
The three ponies hear a familiar voice coming from behind them: “Spell? What spell?”
Twilight, Applejack and Fluttershy almost jump, startled and surprised at the sudden appearance of a pink pony.
“Whoah! Were you here the whole time?” says Applejack adjusting her hat that almost fell off for the surprise.
“Nah” says Pinkie waving her hoof. “I had the twitchy tail, a couple of full body shaking and my flank itched which means my Pinkie Sense was trying to tell me that my friends were about to talk about some magical accident involving Rainbow Dash, so I came here running as fast as I could to ask you what spell Twilight used on poor Dashie!”
“But why we didn’t hear you run…” Twilight stops, realizing she was going to enter a conversation she couldn’t possibly win.”Never mind, you’re right! I was so careless! Rainbow passed by for a couple of chapters of Daring Do while I was trying an old Transmutation Spell.”
“What's that do? Pinkie asks.
“It’s a spell that starts a process that causes something to change from one’s nature, form or substance to another.”
“Huh-uh…” Pinkie nods, interested, with a look in her eyes that just says: I know what transumation is, just get to the point!
The thing is she didn’t even know how to spell transmutation until she heard it that morning…
“But it kind of went out of control!” Twilight continues “And before I knew I zapped poor Rainbow, causing her to glow purple and she also said her skin started to itch!”
“Oh, no!” Pinkie immediately grabs Twilight by the shoulders and starts shaking. “How does she feel now? Have you seen her?”
“We think she’s fine. Well, except for her voice that sounds way lower than normal.” Fluttershy answers “ But she isn’t very…cooperative about it.”
“She hasn’t even let us take a good look at her!” Applejack separates Pinkie and Twilight “She didn’t even open the door to let us in once we came to visit her. She has locked herself up in her place and won’t come out! How can we help her like that?” the orange mare is just one step away to scream in frustration.
“This is serious!” Pinkie yells “ Super duper serious! I want to help her! Neigh! I HAVE to help her!”
“Um… I don’t know, Pinkie. I mean, if she didn’t listen to us maybe you…” the timid pegasus fidgets on her hooves.
“Wait a minute, girls!” Applejack takes a step forward. “Maybe she can do something about that, after all! Remember Cherry Junction?” she cocks an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but why bringing that up now…Oooohhh!” Twilight realizes that the four are indeed on the right path.
“Oh, yeah! Remember what happened the last time ah didn’t want to tell you girls about that little secret of mine? And guess who managed to make me spill the beans?”
"Wait, didn't you try to esc..."Fluttershy points out.
“Cherilee!” Pinkie guesses interrupting the pegasus.
Twilight and Applejack groan in unison.”No, ah was talking ‘bout you, Sugarcube…”
Pinkie gives a little poke on her forehead with a hoof.”Whoops, it’s true. Silly me! “she giggles.
“Oh, yes!” Fluttershy puts her hoof under her chin, pensive. “In fact, I believe it was Rainbow herself that suggested using you…” the moment the mare says that, a devious grin paints itself on Applejack’s face.
“Then ah guess it’s time for a little payback…”
Pinkie stands on her hind legs, awkwardly, and does the military salute.”Yes sir ma’am sir! Private Pinkamena Diane Responsibility Pie at your service! Twilight!” she points her hoof toward the unicorn: “ I need a Cloud Walking Spell pronto!
“Sure!” Twilight complies, enveloping the pink mare in a violet hue. “You’ll need my balloon to reach her.”
“Nah, I’ve got mine.” Once the spell is cast, Pinkie trots away from the three.
“Don’t worry, girls! I’m gonna bring back Dashie in a tick and we’re gonna fix her! Fix her good!”
The three wave at her, smiling. “What if she doesn’t succeed?” asks Fluttershy.
“We ask Cherilee..?” says Twilight.
One hour later, an usual sight graces the skies of Ponyville: an extremely determined pink mare with a pout flies her way, completely wrapped in multi colored balloons, to a garish cloud house, adorned with the symbol of a lightning bolt coming from a cloud and a rainbow waterfall. She gently floats to the doorsteps and comfortably lands on the cloudy surface, ripping in the process the now useless balloons.
She knows her friend will come out and she’ll give her a lift to the ground. And if she doesn’t…
Pinkie knocks at the door, receiving no answer. She knocks again, undeterred.
“Dashie! It’s me!” she happily chirps.
“Go away!” a low, gruff voice answers her. She doesn’t feel so happy now…
“Don’t be such a stubborn meany head and let me in! Everypony is so concerned about you.”
“Whatever.” Her voice really is lower, it almost looks like she has caught a terrible cold.
“Listen, if you have a problem we are all here to help you…”
“I don’t have a problem…”
“I know what happened with Twilight…” she says, concerned.
“Oh, yes! Twilight! If she’s going to zap me again I’m out!”
“Yes! She is going to zap you again! Now will you come out?!” the pink mare sounds extremely hopeful, if misguided.
“NO!” her voice booms to the other side of the door.
Pinkie’s face darkens. “Ok, Dashie…” she says slowly, emphasizing every word. “You leave me no choice!”
“Are you going to leave?” Pinkie almost hears a snicker in that sentence.
“No. You force me to play the hard way…I’ve brought my party cannon!”
“What are you gonna do? Party me to death?”
“Nuh-uh! This time it’s loaded with live ammunitions!”
Silence from the other side of the door. Pinkie smirks: she’s bluffing, of course. The cannon really is down there but she only brought it to have a party once Dash’s problem is solved. Still, it makes a nice scare.
“Oh, you aren’t a smartass anymore? If you don’t open the door I’m going to blow it sky high!”
“Wait! Wait!” Dash sounds legitimately terrified. “You brought a cannon loaded with live ammunitions on my doorstep?”
“Nope! It’s down there, pointed right at your house!”
At this point the pegasus isn’t even trying to suppress laughter. ”Ppppfff…And who’s firing it?”
“Well, me of course! I…” And then, Pinkie fully realizes that there are a few flaws in her plan. A lot of flaws. A brobdingnagian number of flaws. “Shoot!”
“You certainly won’t! Ahahahahahahaha!”
“Ok, that does it! Open the door Rainbow Dash!” she knocks at the door again, this time with her head and much more violently, making a series of loud thunks.
The door opens, creaking.
“Huh!” Pinkie says surprised.”I guess none of the girls tried to just knock. Oh well!” she trots her way in. “Here I come, ready or not!”
Pinkie enters, only to find a sight she didn’t expect to find: a stallion. A blue stallion with an extremely annoyed look resting on her friend’s bed, with all fours curled beneath him. His mane has six colors, just like Dash’s, but it’s a bit shorter on the back and with a more prominent wisp.
He moves a lock of his mane from his mane by blowing it: “There. Happy now?”
“The title! The title!” Pinkie yells.
He, in turn, looks absolutely puzzled. He can only mouth the word what, but the word can’t be heard.
She shakes her head: “I mean: Who are you and what happened to Rainbow Dash?!”
“Pinkie, it’s me! Don’t you get it?” he leans toward her, without moving from the bed, looking in her eyes.
The pink mare eyes intensively the unknown stallion, meeting his gaze as well. She focuses on the little details: his eyes of that particular shade of magenta, his muzzle more squared off but still familiar, his muscular structure that, even if it is much more buff than Rainbow’s, it’s undoubtedly similar and, more importantly, he has even the exact same cutie mark on his flank…She never saw the exact same cutie marks on two ponies.
Dash’s sibling, maybe? No. She didn’t recall Dash ever talking about a brother and if it was her brother he couldn’t have that cutie mark: even Shining Armor’s looked similar to Twilight’s but still different enough.
Pinkie blinks: “OH. MY. GOSH!” she punctuates every word with a further widening of her pupils.
“Yeah, that’s kind of worth of a gosh…” he says dryly.
“So that’s what that Transasumtion spell does!” Pinkie hops in the bed at his side. He unnoticeably blushes for a second
and tries to get further from her, although of only a few inches.
“Y-Yeah…A spell for ponies with too much free time in their hooves.” He chuckles weakly.
“So that explains everything!” she gently bushes his cheek with a hoof. “Poor Dashie! No wonder you freaked out when you saw another thingy instead of your thingy!”
“P-Pinkie!”he blushes even harder. Dash, then, notes between her giggles that her friend is remarkably calm. “I thought that you or the others would freak out after seeing me like that…”
“Why should I, Dashie? You’re my friend, our friend, and even if you’re a teeny bit different you’re still you and nothing is gonna change that, not even a new thingy. Besides, i think it’s obvious.”
“How?” he cocks his eyebrow, curious.
“Well, duh! Your eyes! You’re eyes are always so pretty and particular and other things that begin with p. I can’t be mistaken about that.”
“Thanks, Pinkie…You’re always cool.” He gives her a playful flick of his tail.
“So, are you coming with me to Twilight and fix everything?”
“No…” he blushes for the third time, this time even more harshly, looking downright burned. ”I just need to stay here for a while…”
“Oh, come one, Dashie! I know everything, you know that the girls won’t say anything and i told you we’re gonna fix this in a tick! Seriously, what’s gotten into y…”at that point, Pinkie cuts herself off and notices something: Dash hasn’t moved since she entered the house. Just of a few inches before. He still lays there with his legs curled beneath his stomach, keeping the pairs really close together as if he’s trying to hide…something…between…
Pinkie starts to wear a devious smirk that slowly turn into a full blown crazed grin, while her eyes shine of a hungry light. A light made of animalistic lust and repressed libido. A salacious urge to satisfy an instinct as old as time. An urge that she finds old as time…
“I think I know the reason…”she says in a sing voice between her teeth, leaning forward to her friend and slowly brushing his spine with the gentle caress of her hoof. This sends shivers down the stallion’s body and his wings twitch for just a second, before he manages to furl them back. Her face is still frozen with that madmare expression.
“Pinkie, what are you talking aboutBYCELESTIA’SHOLYFLANK!” he screams in a familiar high pitched voice, too high pitched for a stallion, after her friend savagely presses her lips against his cutie mark. She lashes out her tongue against that portion of his coat, mercilessly tickling him. His breath becomes more frantic and he starts to grasp at his bed in an attempt to resists but still holds his ground, trying not to move.
This only makes Pinkie to try harder moving her tongue upward, from his cutie mark to the muscles near his tail. Her tongue lashes even more, indulging on that spot and slowly circling it, dangerously close to the stallion’s appendage that is furiously flicking in an attempt to stop the pink pony, but to no avail. When she starts to tease his tail grabbing it for a fleeting moment with her teeth he falters for one second.
And she needed only that second.
He leans to his side, uncovering his stomach and Pinkie fully exploits his own momentum to roll the stallion on his back. His wings spread beneath almost instantly and harden like rocks. But something weird happens while doing that: Pinkie feels a slap to her cheek. They can’t be his hooves since they were as far from her face as physically possible and the same is for his tail. Something else slapped her, something that she was aware of it before but now it’s revealed to the world in all of its glory.
Rainbow Dash’s new…equipment.
A long, thick, dark shaft. It’s fully erected and its head glistens for its natural lubricant, ready for action. Pinkie can’t believe how long it is until she can finally see his swollen balls dangling at the end. His entire organ throbs for a second the moment Pinkie gives it a tentative touch of her hoof.
He grunts and moans in response: “Pinkie…I hope you’re happy now!”
“Yes, indeed-y! Because now I finally got it!” she plants her hooves at sides of his head, as if to say there’s no way out you sexy stud. “Poor little Dashie Washie was so ashamed of its new thingy going all stiffy and for good reasons!”
He gulps nervously.
“I mean, have you ever seen any stallion walking out with their cocks whipped out like that? It’s not safe: who knows if somepony is going to bump into them and by the way…” she turns her cheek to him. “That wasn’t very nice, Dashie! But if you kiss it better I’ll forgive you..."
He reluctantly leans forward with his lips protruding to kiss the pink pony,, until she swiftly turns and plants a much more passionate kiss on his lips. Their lips are closed in a moist embrace, only interrupted by Pinkie’s teasing with her tongue. The kiss gets rougher and she pushes his snout backward, forcing him to open his mouth slightly but before he can do anything, Pinkie breaks the kiss. She cups his face with her hooves and looks in his eyes with eyes that shine of a different light from before: that lust from before is toned down by Pinkie’s natural tenderness.
“Dashie…If I help with your thingy will you see the others?” her eyelids flutter.
“Well, I can’t say no to that cute little face.” He kisses her on the nose. He wears her exact same grin…”Bring it on!”
“Let’s see what you made of…What my stallion is made of!” she assault his mouth once again, pushing his lips with her own in pure unbridled fervor.
He doesn’t even have to wait for her cue to insert her tongue. His mouth is already opened enough to allow entrance. Her tongue wraps his, wrestling a bit. She answers with a strength he didn’t know the pink pony possessed, so much of a strength that shortly after he surrenders, letting Pinkie tease and twist his tongue as she pleases.
They both push their bodies against each other and grunt, moaning like animals. Pinkie almost can’t breathe, forcing herself to open her mouth just a bit, separating her lips from Dash’s, just to suck some air.
The mare wriggles her way down without letting her tongue leave Dash’s and places the burning place between her haunches on Dash’s cock, resting her folds against it and spreading them. Rainbow’s heart skips a bit before the excitement from its new, sensitive organ makes it twitch, slightly thumping against the pink pony chest.
Still straddling him, the pink pony starts to hump her hips against his cock, causing her folds to make squelching noises and sending jolts of electricity from his new organ to the stallion’s spine. She continues, fastening her tempo, and spreads her lips further and further, sending spurts of her liquid all over the pegasus’ belly and member. His cock is so teased, so completely strained, that he feels a incredible pressure building up in his full length.
A white light behind his eyes. The muscles in his crotch relax. It’s near…
Suddenly, Pinkie suddendly stops and, standing on her hind legs, presents to Dash her fully glistening marehood, trusting her hips on his face.
“Nuh-hu, Dashie! Not so fast!”
“But you said…?” his voice is muffled by her quivering pink flesh.
“I said I’d make you feel better…But I think is a bit unfair if you’re the only one, right?”
“Eh! You got a point…”Dash eagerly feasts upon what is offered to him, delving his tongue deeper and deeper, aided by the pink pony who begins to hump his face. The scent and taste of Pinkie’s excitement are utterly intoxicating for the stallion who continues to furiously plunge his tongue deeper in her, feeling the pony dripping on his new squared chin. Pinkie closes her eyes and her tongue lulls out in complete ecstasy, gasping between each lick.
She revels in the sensation of his rough, masculine tongue. It’s more coarse than the tongue of a mare, so much that it stimulates better her folds.
She slides down, then, leaving the pegasus’s tongue licking at thin air. This only elicits a giggle from the pink pony caused by her lover’s surprise. But there’s much in store for Dash…She only allowed to lick her to just get rid of some of her dripping: she needs the rest for phase two!
She thrusts herself backwards and she lets her lips meet slowly the tip of his cock, jerking gradually toward it to moisten it better. An inch of the tip finally enters eliciting a cute moan from Pinkie as she stands again on her hind legs, positioning Dash’s cock perpendicular to his body eliciting another moan from the stallion.
She feels a little pain inside her that spreads in his crotch area. A single tear escapes her eye, which Dash doesn’t fail to notice.
“Pinkie Are you alright?!” he sounds extremely worried, frightened even. “It’s okay if we stop, now. If it’s too much for you…”
“It isn’t!” she replies instantly. “Even if it hurts a bit…” she bits her lip. “It’s worthy for being…with you!”
She gently works her way, thrusting his cock inch after inch and bucking her hips. The stretching sensation just gets worse but she doesn’t care. Her hind legs wobble.
“Pinkie…” he looks at her in extreme admiration. He feels her squeezing against his thick cock as he slides in. Very reluctantly, though. His mind was addled by lust until that moment: now, he thinks only of his friends safety. His silly, wonderful friend he fears he’s hurting. ”Is this your f…?”
“Yes, you caught me!” a nervous, strained smile appears on her face. She slides down forward, yelping. She squeezes harder while Dash’s member twitches once again. Not now! He thinks. Do all stallions’ brains work like that? I’m hurting her and my body agrees! He laments the fact that, all things considered, it's still still beautiful.
“But, you know, eheh…” she chuckles nervously, between her gasp, teeth clenched. “I’ve waited so much…and…I won’t…” she grunts and bucks her hips again, thrusting it deeper. “...be stopped by…stupid…pain. He’s halfway inside her, now.
She squeezes once again, feeling the delicate web of veins pulsating inside her. It’s both painful and delightful…Pinkie almost falls and wobbles back and forth before Dash’s offers her his hooves to balance, pushing them against hers.
“I…Like…You…” she says without breaking eye contact, her voice just a gentle whisper. She lets her back hooves slip on the bed and lets gravity doing its job, completely relaxing her crotch muscles in the process. She feels the complete length of his member violently sliding inside her, hitting a spot she never even thought existed with his full might, sealing the deal with his balls slapping against her butt. The sudden invasion of her most intimate part makes her scream in a combination of delight and anguish. She feels herself spreaded to themaximum, almost splitting her in two. The twitching and pulsing of its dick does the trick, completing the sensation of full bodily intrusion:
“DASHIEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAARGHHHH!” she screams at the top of her lungs and collapses exhausted on top of the pegasus’ chest. She has stopped squeezing at last: her folds lay completely unmoving around Dash’s member. Her breathing is very weak and it doesn’t look like she’s going to be better any soon.
Dash immediately starts hugging and moving his friend, hoping for an answer. Any kind of reaction would be nice…
“Pinkie? Pinkie, answer me! Please! I didn’t mean to…I…please tell me you're joking…” he start to cry softly, wrapping his masculine forelegs around Pinkie.
And then his cock is caught in a delightful clasp, squeezed harder than he ever felt before, sending wave after wave of pleasure from his member to every part of his body, culminating in a tornado of pleasant tickling in his chest.
Then it happens again.
And again.
He notices that Pinkie is repeatedly squeezing him with her folds, teasing his even more sensitive dick so much that he fights even harder the urge to cum. He can’t come like that…Not now…
He pokes Pinkie with a hoof and the mare suddenly opens her eyes and yells: “SURPRISE!”
The whole fur of his coat and the hairs of his mane bristle as he yelps: “Woah! But…How did you…?”
“Did what? Pretending to be a sweet and innocent little filly and pretending to pass out and lose this awesome chance to finally do you as a stallion? Is it?” she wears a goofy grin, almost oblivious of what she did.
“You…” he inflates himself with anger. “You pranked me! You actually pranked me! I’m like that since this morning, you convinced me to have sex with you and…You made me worry so much and you’re not even ashamed?!”
“Nope!” she burst into a snorting, roaring laughter and muffles it in his chest. This time having so much fun she’s actually in tears: “That’s why I like so much, Dashie! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! You’re so funny!”
Dash’s eyes shine of an evil light: “You’re so gonna get it for this…”
“Finally!” she sits on him arching her back, while she picks up his hooves and slaps them with force on her plump flanks. “I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you…” she licks her lips, seductively.
And then Pinkie starts to ride him like no tomorrow.
She thrust her hips against his, slapping them together producing a considerable noise, but nothing comparable to the one their organs are making, caused by his cock slipping against her slick inner walls, twitching and pulsing like crazy. This time she feels no pain: only waves of pleasure crashing through her body, tingling every single solitary hair of her fur and every inch of her sensitive folds. This makes her just want to increase her tempo and being ravaged harder, deeper, hitting again and again her most secret spot with the tip of his shaft. A spot that only Dash has ever known. A place that after today he may never know again.
She thrusts and buck insatiably and mercilessly, timing it with another series of quick clenching of her tight pussy. She’s quivering and moaning above him, her tongue lolling out as she pants.
Her tail swishes back and forth, trying to find his own in an effort to twist it around it in a simple gesture of affection.
Pinkie decides to spice things up some more and replaces the thrusting with the act of clenching even harder around him and turning his cock inside her. This sudden change of pace is more than welcome for Dash, that enthusiastically approves, showing it by slapping Pinkie’s flanks. She feels the vibrations all over her rump and this feeling only adds to the overall pleasure that it’s just wrecking the poor, horny, pink pony.
He, too, finds his rhythm and starts to time his thrusts with Pinkie’s own, managing to slide a portion of his cock out of the pink pony only to slam it inside again, this time even harder than before, ravaging her just like she wanted. Her delightful squeals and giggling just make him desire her more, causing him to arch his spine further to allow himself more space to slam it deeper and deeper.
Pinkie collapses on top of him, gnawing his coat and lashing her tongue at his muzzle in an attempt to swallow him in a kiss. This only allows him to penetrate her to a much more difficult angle, having to lift his rump a couple of inches to line up himself and continue his plunging. He slams inside her again and again causing her to brush his coat against his, and, in the process, to push her head forward enough to find his mouth, pulling the stallion into another wet kiss. She manages to grunt only a few words during this:
“Harder…Deeper…Faster…Muaaaaaghh!”
The position they’re in allows for Pinkie’s streaming fluid to drip on his balls more easily at every thrust.
He envelops her in his wings, caressing up and down her coat, stimulating yet another part of his body. Every brush of his feathers on her makes his wings tremble with delight, deleting his rational thought with pure pleasure.
Pinkie, too, is completely taken. She has stopped moving altogether her hips, letting Dash do all the dirty work and just enjoying the beautiful sensation of being penetrated by the biggest cock she ever saw.
The one that, for a miraculous coincidence, is attached to her best friend. The friend that she always liked. The moment this knowledge resurfaces from her pleasure addled mind makes Pinkie enjoy even more the sliding of his cock around his folds and revels in his pounding, starting to laugh, just laugh at the sheer magnificence of the act.
After all, she only laughs for something funny or when she feels happy: she has every reason to be happy.
As he is pumping, Dash can only feel the orgasm approaching. That beautiful, inevitable sensation for which he waited so much.
He locks his forelegs around Pinkie’s waist and looks into her eyes in a brief moment of lucidity: she is exhausted and her poofy mane is even messier than usual, like she just had a rough, long day of passionate se…Oh, wait…
“AH!” His cock twitches and jerks. He feels that familiar charge of energy, his body is light as a feather and his whole being is concentrated in the tension in his balls and cock.
“Oooooohhhhhhh…” Pinkie moans, feeling the approaching orgasm of both.
Dash grunts and neighs, coming generously inside of her. He shoots one huge, white streak of cum after another inside her pink womb, unloading all the stuff he kept until that moment.
He jerks once again shooting and spurting all of his product, hitting every spot inside of Pinkie and washing out her insides with wet, audible noises at every shot of cum.
Her tail twists harder around his and clenches her folds around him for a last time, before managing to give him a passionate kiss on his lips and moving on his neck with a series of playful nibs.
They lay panting and satisfied for a while, until the silence is broken by Pinkie:
“That was amazing, Dashie!” she gives him a big smack on the lips. She then notices he’s visibly pouting. “What’s wrong?” she asks, confused.
“And she has the nerve to ask…” he looks extremely annoyed and tries to not look into the pink pony's eyes. But he's just joking: he’s laughing inside…This time he gets to play with her feelings...
“Oh, it’s for that prank! Silly stallion Dashie!” she gives him a playful bite on his coat. “I just wanted to have some fun, that’s it! Don’t tell me you feel insulted! I didn’t mean to get you angry!” she hugs him tight, nuzzling his chest. “I really meant that when I said I like you…”
And when she looks at him with those big, scintillating blue eyes of hers he just doesn’t have the heart to keep this up, after all..
“I was just joking, Pinkie! You know, it was…amazing! Simply amazing! I know this won’t last but if I had to try being a stallion…I’m happy I spent that time with you.” He pulls her closer to his chest and gives Pinkie an affectionate kiss on her forehead.
“Oh, Dashie! You’ll always be the best for me! Mare or stallion, I don’t care. And speaking of which…” she twist his cock inside her just a little more…”You still have some tension to relieve, right?”
They both slowly grin at each other before launching themselves in another passionate kiss. He manages to roll Pinkie on her back and slides his penis out of her.
“What are you doing? I thought…?”
“Bend over!” he says, once again completely driven by savage lust. His cock is once again completely hard and is pointed right at Pinkie. She complies with a smile and stands on all four, lifting her rump for Dash to see.
She starts to wiggle it left and right, teasing him with the sight of her swollen lips, hoping he takes the hint.
Oh, he took the hint, alright. Just not the one she was giving him.
With a quick thrust he puts the tip of his rock hard penis against her anus.
At first he slips and misses several times for the sudden yelping of Pinkie and the slickness of his own cock, but he finds some balance grasping her flanks with his hooves and keeps pressing.
Pinkie feels once again that sensation of stretching pain, only this time to a more unfamiliar, yet intimate place. He pushes deeper and harder, feeling squelching noises, as Pinkie opening is spread by the joined forces of her own wetness and Dash’s rough thrusting.
He grunts and pushes for one final time, finally managing to spread Pinkie further and allowing a good deal of his dick to enter Pinkie’s butthole.
He grunts and shoves harder, thrusting half of his stallionhood inside the pink pony who, even though she was gasping and whining, manages to stand firmly on her own hooves and to not lose her balance, allowing Dash to continue her work at his own pace.
It takes a considerable mental effort for her to not just lay down and take it: her mind once again blacks out, completely focused on only his plunging that makes every inch of her vibrate and quiver, especially her swollen sex.
The pressure around his cock and the stretching Pinkie felt turns the two into screaming and writhing messes, their minds torn by pleasure.
The pink pony starts to push back and forces inside her another tiny portion of his member causing him to downright scream for the pressure. The pressure that is rapidly becoming unbearable.
He starts pumping in and out of her that half of his cock plunged inside Pinkie, frantically increasing his speed, and trying to gain further entrance.
The friction gets stronger and stronger even though he is still lubricated from before, almost painful, and he feels that familiar tickling and burning all over his shaft.
The final thrust is the last straw: the pressure around him gets so strong that it literally hits his cock very hard, sending a final jolt of electric bliss all over his organ.
His head spins and the fires of the orgasm explode inside him, crashing his body with another tidal wave of pleasure,
causing him to slip backwards and extract his member from the pink pony with another wet sound, before starting to cum furiously.
A huge, thick spurt of semen is immediately shot from the tip of his penis. The pink pony instantly turns and lies on her back with her mouth open, allowing herself to be completely covered in that generous amount of cum and loudly swallowing every drop that lands in her mouth.
He lies panting, sitting on his haunches, with his half erect dick still spurting weakly while Pinkie is still on her back trying to lick from her face every last trace of Dash’s cum.
They’re exhausted.
They’re broken.
They’re completely and utterly smashed.
And they both want it again…
“Ok, I'm fed up with this! I’m going up there!” yells Applejack while Twilight tries to stop her from actually jumping on Rainbow’s house.
“Why do you think she’s taking so long?” Fluttershy asks pensive.
“Ah don’t know! HEY PINKIE! ARE YOU DONE?!”
Suddenly, the door opens and a little pink head leans down from the cloud: “HI GIRLS!”
“Is everything okay? I found the counterspell!” Twilight levitates a little book in front of her. “Are you done? Is Dash okay?”
“Oh, she is fine!” Pinkie waves her hoof at them. “But come back in a hour or so. We still have much work to do!”
“Make it three!” a rude voice screams from inside the house.
“Sorry! Duty calls!” the pink pony runs back in the house giggling leaving the three mares astounded.
“Well…” Fluttershy nervously looks at the grass. “I guess we don’t need to call Cherilee anymore…”
“About that…” Twilight bites her lip while a vivid pink colored pony arrives happily skipping along the way.
“Ok, what’s the matter girls?” Cherilee asks.
The End
Author's Notes: And this is what happens when i don't sleep enough. Who knew? Originally i wanted to submit something like this for the speedclop but i know that i went overtime and my entry was, quite frankly, crap. That's because so much bad stuff happened to me that day that i still shudder... But i still liked the concept so i wanted to try a Rule 63 anyway.
