Chapters Dash beat on the castle doors as hard and as loud as she could. Her hooves were sore by the time she finished her repetitive strikes, but to her, it was worth it. It was also the middle of the night, but she didn’t care. She had to have help. She needed some way to chase the dark and twisted fantasies away. Either that, or she needed a way to fulfill them, and she had come to the only spot she knew of where one of these things might happen.
Twilight was the only pony in Ponyville that could help with the terrifying, yet pleasurable thoughts that had been swaying her mind lately. They scared her, traumatized her, entranced her, and caused her body to be surrounded in warmth by the time they were finished. She had dreams of this caliber as well, though no friendly appearance by Princess Luna ever occurred. Damn Luna, Dash thought, she’s supposed to help ponies like me! So…why do I feel so ignored?
The door suddenly swung open and there stood Twilight, a tired look overtaking her normally pretty face. Crisps of sleeping gunk dotted around her eyes, and the “Pony Punk” pajama top that covered her chest and draped down to her rump was disheveled. Her mane was unkempt, and she yawned deeply in greeting. “Dash,” she said in an obviously annoyed voice, “what the hell is it? It’s 3 in the morning…”
“I don’t care, Twilight!” Dash said, darting past Twilight without waiting for an invitation. She turned back to the now thoroughly confused princess and fluttered her wings a bit. “I have to have your help! It’s urgent…like, more urgent than when Daring Do got caught in that cave in her last book!”
Twilight yawned again. “I don’t mean to make your problems sound minimal, but can’t this wait until Celestia raises the sun? Everypony’s supposed to be asleep, and considering your habitual nature regarding the activity, I figured you would be enveloped in a cocoon of slumber.”
Dash sighed. Even at three in the morning, Twilight spoke as if she hauled the latest edition of Mareiam-Webster’s Dictionary around with her. She had always had an expansive vocabulary, much to the chagrin of the poorly educated Dash. Sometimes the rainbow maned cyan Pegasus wished she had remained more attentive in school, but then she remembered how many bits the Wonderbolts paid her per show and the thought vanished.
“No, this can’t wait!” She said with wide eyes, “I need your help NOW!”
“Okay, okay!” Twilight said, startled fully awake by her friend’s sudden shriek, “I’ll help you! Geesh! Let’s go into the throne room and see what we can do.”
The two made their way into the aforementioned chamber and Dash settled into the marble throne with her cutie mark on it. She realized how empty the room seemed without all of their friends present, and she suddenly felt awkward speaking with Twilight one-on-one. But she shook the anxiety off because she needed her friend’s help, and she needed it quickly. How she would confess to the dirty thoughts, she hadn’t quite figured out, but she would. I guess…channeling my inner Applejack would be a good start, she thought, yeah, honesty. That’s always the best policy.
“So,” Twilight said as she finished pouring herself a small cup of coffee. She would need all the caffeine she could get to help Dash. She sat in her own throne, took a swig, then continued. “What can I do for you?”
“Do you have any magic spells that cause somepony to be noticed by somepony else? Somepony specific, I mean?”
Now Twilight was extraordinarily confused. Even the coffee didn’t take the edge off what Dash was saying. She had knocked on her door at this early hour to ask for a spell that could have been asked for at any other time? Why? What was her endgame? The thought of sleep gently wore off as Twilight’s natural curiosity kicked into high gear. She felt the buzz of wanting more knowledge tug at her mind, and she sat forward, wanting answers.
“I do,” she said, “but…why?”
Dash blushed heavily, and Twilight picked up on the musky scent that mares emitted when they had strong feelings for somepony. She quickly recoiled as she thought that the pony in question was herself, even though she had absolutely no desire to engage in such activities. She was a straight pony, and a good one at that. She even had her own stallion friend in Canterlot. I’ll have to let her down gently, Twilight thought.
“Dash, do you love someone?”
“Yes!” Dash shouted, “and it’s terrible that I do! It’s awful! It’s worse than doing a double barrel roll with somepony in the sky and clipping their wing!”
Twilight was shocked at Dash’s condemnation of the wonderful feelings of romance. As somepony who experienced the tender and loving nature of having a special somepony first hoof, she was flabbergasted at the revelation. She always figured that a mare would enjoy having someone to do things with and spend special time with. She found love to be a beautiful thing, but her friend seemingly had other ideas.
“Wait-wait-wait,” Twilight said, “you hate that you love them, yet you want me to create a spell so that they’ll notice you?”
“Yes!” Dash shouted again, “I know it’s confusing, but so are my own thoughts! They’re terrible, yet wonderful! They’re torture, yet they’re heavenly as well! I just…don’t understand my own feelings. I can’t unravel them, and it scares me! Twilight…I’m afraid of this.”
Twilight smiled. Now she was getting somewhere. It was difficult for the normally brave pony to admit when she was frightened of something, so making any inroad into her heart was typically impossible. It seemed that Dash had lowered those walls for the moment, so Twilight decided to rapidly drive herself into the meat of the issue.
“Who are you in love with, Rainbow?” She asked gently.
“You’re gonna hate me for saying it,” Dash said, shuddering, “because nopony should be in love the way I am.”
“Dash, if you’re coming out to me, I won’t judge you,” Twilight said, “you’re my friend, and that will always be true. You’re like a sister to me, so don’t be scared of telling me what you feel in your heart.”
“Twilight…I’m in love with…Scootaloo.”
Author's Note
Hey, everyone! Sorry for the lack of a chapter yesterday, but work was absolutely insane. But now I'm free to write as I please. Hope you enjoy!
Transformation Spell
“WHAT?!” Twilight screamed after her friend finally confessed to her deepest, darkest affections. It felt as if her brain had melted and everything she ever knew as good, wholesome, pure, and moral was seeping out of it, wriggling in the putrid slime of the words that had escaped from Dash’s maw. Her mouth shook in anger, and her hooves prepared for war. She was going to ream Dash for this inconceivable emotion. Her eyes became bloodshot as her temper began boiling under her skin, almost as if it was one of her caffeinated creations brewing over in its pot.
“Now, Twilight, you promised-“
“I promised you I wouldn’t judge you for coming out to me! This is completely DIFFERENT!” The princess thundered. “You’re talking about loving a filly! Scootaloo’s so young and innocent! You wouldn’t dare…you couldn’t…I just…I can’t believe this!”
She backed further into her throne, panting and attempting to process what Rainbow had just said. Her impulsive reactions began to die away, leaving her feeling more disappointed than enraged. She just couldn’t come to terms with the idea that one of her best friends had feelings for a foal. It was so disgusting, so utterly ridiculous, and while there was no official law prohibiting such things, it was collectively taboo. One did not have relationships with the young ponies among them. It would do nothing but harm friendships, and make social outcasts of two or more Equestrian citizens.
Rainbow Dash suddenly sat up a little straighter. “Well, believe it, Twi. I’m in love with Scootaloo. I can’t stop thinking about her, and she’s…like a sister to me. I need to sleep with her, Twilight! I need to show her how much I care for her!”
Twilight’s mouth dropped further at the thought of Rainbow stealing away the precious virginity of one of the many precious foals for whom she cared so deeply. It was unforgivable, and downright despicable. She felt as if she didn’t know the cyan pony in front of her anymore, and she felt tears coming to her eyes as she imagined Dash holding down a helpless Scootaloo and ravaging her small body.
“You bitch!” Twilight cursed, startling the Pegasus, “you would dare come to me for assistance in tearing apart such a young life?! I’m disgusted with you, and I want you to leave…NOW!”
“No, Twilight! Please! If I don’t do this, then it’s gonna drive me insane!”
“Let it drive you insane, then! I’m not gonna help you harm Scootaloo!”
Dash got up from her throne and threw herself at Twilight’s hooves. “Please! I’m desperate! I’ll do anything, ANYTHING!”
Twilight smelled the distinctive scent of heat as Dash’s glands began pouring it forth. She realized just why Rainbow was in such a state of hysteria, because it was something that all mares experienced. She remembered her own tingling, burning sensation between her haunches and how all she wanted was somepony to mate with and be rid of it. Dash’s confession of “love” was simply a byproduct of her extended sexual urges at this time of year. Once again, her anger softened and she helped her friend back to her hooves.
“Rainbow…you’re in heat. I can tell it, and I can smell it. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I’m very thankful for that. If you were serious about having sex with Scootaloo-“
“Twi, I am serious,” Dash said grimly, “VERY serious, and if you don’t help me, I’ll get somepony who will!”
Now it was Twilight’s turn to be afraid. She knew that mares often turned violent towards each other at this touchy time, but she always thought that her friends knew enough to control themselves via masturbation. It’s what she did, so as to avoid situations like this one. She suddenly became frightened for her very life, and she began looking for a way out of the predicament. She needed to calm her heat-laden friend, and it needed to happen fast. She thought about offering her own body in place of Scootaloo’s, but then she thought about her love for her stallion friend and shut the idea down. There has to be another way, she thought.
“Now, Dash,” she said calmly, “there’s no need to get aggressive.”
“There’s every need to get aggressive, Twilight!” Dash growled, “it’s called being in heat. Haven’t you ever fought another mare over the same stallion? You know how we get this time of year!”
“Exactly, and I also know that through a controlled effort of masturbation and self-care, you can make it through without having to have somepony mate with you!”
“FUCK YOUR MASTURBATION!” Dash screamed, before suddenly breaking down in tears, “help me…please, Twilight! I can’t take this anymore! My pussy burns so badly, and all I want is Scootaloo! No other pony will do! I’ve tried! I’ve had stallions and mares both up to my place, but nothing will take the heat away other than her young body.”
Twilight realized how serious the situation was, but her conscience still battled with her judgment. She knew how terrible it would be if she used a notice spell on Dash and she went through with her plan to mate with the young pony. But she also knew that Dash could go out and wreak havoc on the townsponies in a heat induced violent stupor. Either way, somepony got hurt, and it was up to her to decide which would and which wouldn’t.
She grimaced and finally looked at the quivering Cyan pile that somehow resembled her friend. “Alright,” she said with sadness in her voice, “I’ll cast the spell on you.”
“You will?!” Dash asked, leaping to her hooves, “oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Thank you!”
“Close your eyes,” the princess commanded softly, “and show me your vagina and anus.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
So Dash closed her eyes, lifted her tail, and turned away from Twilight. The princess, after getting over the initial shock of seeing her friend’s privates for the first time, shot a magic beam into the area. Dash howled in pain as she felt her very body being changed. She felt her delicate parts begin shifting upwards, until it felt as if they would catch onto her tail itself. But the spell was soon cast, and Twilight looked to ensure that Dash’s new, yet fake, body part was set firmly.
“Alright, it’s done,” she said.
Dash opened her eyes and looked between her haunches. Her mouth fell open when she saw what had taken place. Her breath quickened, and she felt like retching. The transformation was so utterly stark and blatant, that she didn't know what to think. She now had a sheath and balls hanging where her pussy should have been.
Author's Note
The sex starts here, and pretty much goes through the rest of the story. The foalcon starts in the next chapter, but I wanted to "test drive" a personal favorite ship of mine: TwiDash! Hope y'all enjoy!
A New Dash
“You…you…you gave me a dick!” Dash crudely shouted, much to Twilight’s chagrin. She wished that the cyan pony wouldn’t have made such a racket about the entire situation. After all, Princess Celestia had made her swear never to use this particular transformation spell unless it was in a dire situation. As such, the situation seemed dire enough, but she was still unsure of how her mentor would react to it were she to find out about it. If either Starlight or Spike heard Dash’s shriek of disbelief, they might reveal it to her, and then both of the offending parties might be in big trouble.
“Yes, I did, now will you shut up?!” The purple princess whispered harshly.
“But I don’t wanna be a fucking stallion!”
“Will you stop swearing for two seconds?!” Twilight asked, “if you’ll listen, I’ll explain everything. You said you wanted Scootaloo to notice you and, as disgusting as I find your desires to be, I’ve created a way where you’ll be noticed. Both by her, and everypony else!”
Rainbow Dash felt her anger boil against her friend. It seemed as if she had advertently created this magic penis just to get back at her for her own sexual wants and needs. She felt betrayed by Twilight, and her feathers involuntarily ruffled with rage. She gave the purple mare an intense look, one hardened by feelings of mistrust and backhandedness. She suddenly hated Twilight. Yes, she wanted to be noticed, but not by everypony…just by one. The filly she held so close to her heart. With her new appendage, she felt that everypony would be gawking at her. It would dispel her “cool” factor amongst the young ponies of Ponyville, and would make her seem odd at best, and monstrous at worst.
“You…are the worst friend ever!” She erupted, “How DARE you give me this THING!”
“Ah-ah-ah,” Twilight said, putting a hoof over Dash’s lips, “you don’t get to complain. You drug me into this, and all for your lust after a filly!”
“It’s not lust! It’s love, Twilight!” Dash shouted, “all I wanted was for you to make me nicer looking or give me some kind of passionate sex drive that only she would figure out. I never asked for a penis!”
“Well, too bad,” Twilight said firmly, “now, you’ve got one, and you’ve got 48 hours to do whatever you need to do with it. After that, it’s gonna disappear, and I’m not gonna help you again. Just go. Go and get your disgusting, malicious fix.”
“I won’t forget this, Twilight,” Dash growled, “and one day, I’ll make you pay.”
She suddenly grabbed Twilight and shoved her against the wall. Twilight instinctively fired up her horn, ready to defend herself at a moment’s notice. She knew Dash was in heat, she just didn’t know that it was this horrifically bad. She wanted to salvage whatever was left of their friendship, but she was unsure of how to do so. Her mind whirled as Dash licked her lips, noticing the curvature that she held up against the wall.
“I never noticed just how fucking beautiful you are,” she said in a husky voice as her glands went into complete overdrive, pumping out a sweet scent and clogging Twilight’s nasal passages. “Mm…you might be a good appetizer before the main course.”
“Dash, don’t do something you’ll regret,” Twilight warned, “my horn can produce magic that will hurt you. I don’t wanna hurt you!”
“You already have!” Dash said, slamming Twilight down onto the Cutie Map table, “and now I’m gonna take what’s rightfully mine.”
Twilight saw the way Dash was visually scraping up and down her body. She knew that her friend was mentally molesting her, looking into all of her most private orifices and peeling back her layers of defense. She suddenly felt her own heat flare up, and she noticed Dash’s new bodily toy slowly slithering its way out of the sheath. It was the absolutely perfect length, and she couldn’t fight her most primitive feelings. She wanted that inside of her, and logic and love took leave of her. They were replaced by a very powerful lust, and she looked up at Dash.
“If you’ve got the balls to fuck me,” she said as her language turned very dirty, “then go right ahead. Bang that pussy, bitch!”
Dash smiled as the words left the princess’s mouth, and she shoved herself inside Twilight with reckless abandon. Her willing victim screamed as she felt her sturdy girth rip apart her lower lips and plow through her insides. The thrusts were violent and painful, but Twilight loved every single second of it. She thought she was going to burst multiple times, but she held everything in. Dash even began swatting at her vagina with a hoof, causing her to cry out as pain shot through every pore of her body. But she wanted it.
“YES! YES!” She squealed as Dash went faster and faster, “FUCK ME, WHORE! I’VE BEEN SUCH A BAD LITTLE FILLY! I’VE DISOBEYED CELESTIA, AND I NEED TO BE PUNISHED! PLEASE, FUCK ME, DASHIE! FUCK ME!”
Twilight’s screams created a monster inside Dash, and the cyan Pegasus began thrusting harder than she ever had before. She was going to make Twilight hers, and there was nothing the poor purple pony could do. The fact that Twilight had revealed that, for reasons unknown to Dash, she had disobeyed Celestia caused the penetrating pony to become even harder. Her magically created penis ripped Twilight in half, causing a small trickle of blood to flow. Dash saw this and became concerned for her partner’s safety, but when she notified Twilight, she was met with screams for more.
So Dash smiled wickedly and plowed into Twilight all the way up to her hilt, trying desperately to pull every single drop of sweat out of her brow and every last bit of vaginal liquid from her vulva. Twilight’s holes pulsed with every single wonderful thrust, and both ponies shouted and squealed their pleasure to the heavens. Twilight suddenly bent upwards and began smacking Dash on the face, cursing at her and becoming a monster herself. Their masochistic display went on for a few more minutes before they orgasmed simultaneously, blowing all of their liquids into the appropriate places.
Dash yanked herself out of Twilight and collapsed on top of the princess. Both ponies panted heavily, and the Pegasus suddenly became very thankful for her new body part. She was sure that Scootaloo would love it, were the filly to agree to sleep with her. “You’re such a good little bitch, Twily,” Dash cooed as she ran a hoof through her friend’s mane, “I loved every single second of that. But…is your pussy okay?”
Twilight smiled and used her magic to heal herself. “For that dick, I’ll withstand a little pain.”
Rainbow Dash strode up to Scootaloo’s door, filled to the brim with confidence. She was so excited at the prospect of mating with the young pony that her new cock very nearly went to its full length. But through sheer force of willpower, she forced it back into its sheath and breathed deeply. It was a nervous breath, a quiet breath, but also one filled with both sexual malice and love for the pony she wanted more than life itself. Her heart thudded against her chest, but her session with Twilight had pumped up her self-proclaimed status as an alpha mare. She had ravaged Twilight, and left her both pained and satisfied. She felt as if she had accomplished a great deal in the past twelve hours, and now she wanted to do the same to Scootaloo.
She raised a hoof and knocked on the wooden door. Her smacks seemed to echo throughout Equestria, almost to the very stoop of Celestia herself. They were hollow echoes, and at once, she seemed to see all of her friends and the royal princesses looking on her with disdain and spite. The visions didn’t say anything, but rather let their disgusted faces do the talking. Even Twilight looked with anger and disappointment. They all seemed to say, “you’re gonna fuck a filly? You must be the most disgusting pony in all Equestria!”
“I am not a disgusting pony!” Rainbow huffed under her breath as she waited for Scoot to answer the door, “I’m simply fulfilling my own sexual destiny. I must mate with Scootaloo. My body won’t feel right until I do.”
As selfish thoughts filled her mind, she knocked harder, so hard that she nearly broke through the door. She continued waving her hoof in such a fashion even after Scootaloo swing the portal open and gave her a happy, then concerned look. She loved it whenever her adopted big sister came over, because that meant that she could drop her schoolwork and just focus on playing with her. But something about Dash was different, and it wasn’t just the odd way she continued to knock at the air.
“Um…Dash?”
Dash realized that the door had been opened, and set her hoof down with a deep blush. She cleared her throat in embarrassment. “Uh…hi, Scoot! What are you up to?”
“Nothing much. Ms. Cheerilee gave us some homework, so I’ve been doing that. Why?”
“Oh, no reason!” Dash said as her blush somehow deepened, “I was just wondering. Can I come in?”
“Of course!” Scootaloo said, wriggling her rump in excitement. The sight of her rather adorable little backside moving caused Dash’s member to stir again, but the cyan Pegasus managed to stop it from poking out. She also managed to maneuver herself so that Scootaloo didn’t notice the package yet. Soon enough, she thought, she’ll get everything she deserves from me. I’m gonna hold her down and fuck her…and it’s gonna be amazing!
“So, what kind of homework have you been doing?” Dash asked out loud.
“You know, this and that,” Scoot responded, “we’re going through a unit on pony anatomy in science class. Oh, that reminds me! My book said some stuff that’s really confusing, and since my Aunts are out of town for the next two weeks, I was wondering if you’d mind…helping me.”
Dash’s ears pricked up. “What kind of confusing things?”
Scootaloo didn’t respond, but rushed to her room and returned with a rather large tome entitled “Pony Biology: What to Know about Your Body.” She flipped it open to page 145 and pointed to a diagram of a stallion and a mare. It was meant to teach the anatomical differences between the genders, and Dash blushed once again when she saw the stallion’s penis. Shit! She told herself, Scoot would be studying about this kind of thing. Now, she’s gonna be more confused than ever! Thanks a lot, TWILIGHT!
“I just don’t understand why a stallion has a penis, and a mare has a vagina. I mean, I’ve got a vagina, and I know you’ve got one too, Dash. But why can’t we have those cool penises?! All we’ve got are holes in our rumps! I mean, it doesn’t seem fair!”
Dash was slack jawed. Was the filly really upset about not having a penis? Didn’t she know that her own jewel was very special, and coveted by somepony very close to her? Well, she obviously couldn’t have known the second part, but didn’t she realize her own body left nothing to be desired? She just doesn’t understand herself, Dash reasoned, and then realized that this was the perfect opportunity to teach Scoot some hooves on things.
“Scootaloo, why don’t we go to your room? I’ll show you why having a vagina is an absolutely amazing thing.”
“Lay on your back and spread your back legs, Scoot,” Dash softly commanded when they reached Scootaloo’s bedroom. Unlike other fillies her age, Scoot’s walls were covered with posters depicting sports stars and the great Wonderbolts. Of course, at the center of it all, was Dash’s latest picture, autographed by the pony that now stood over Scoot. The young orange filly scanned underneath Dash until she noticed her sheath.
Her lip quivered as she brought a shaky hoof up to point at it. “You…you have a…a…are you a boy?!”
Dash chuckled. “Of course not. You can’t change something like that. However, I can receive one for a couple of days via a magic spell. I’ve still got my vagina, it’s just been converted for a little while.”
“Why?”
“Well,” Dash said, “because I want to do something very special to you. I want…to mate with you.”
Scootaloo gave Dash a confused look, then opened her eyes wide as she remembered studying about the mating habits of ponies in general, and what was specific to each species. She knew that mating between them was a lot more than just putting penises inside vaginas. Unicorns would use their horns as sexual implements, driving them in and out of various orifices until satisfied. Earth ponies were known for mating in the fields and in their stores, and were adjusted to be able to do so even while continuing their work!
Finally, there were the Pegasi, who were known for being rather rough lovers. Considering their aerial habitat, sometimes sex would happen during flight. The male Pegasus would shift his way behind the female, grinding into her while using his strength to keep them both in the air. It was a difficult trick, but when done properly, could lead to some very satisfying results.
But here, Scootaloo noted that they weren’t in flight, and Dash appeared to be the male. She saw her adopted big sister lick her lips and then bring them down on her own. She immediately melted into the kiss, as she had always had something of a crush on her idol. She happily allowed Dash to explore her maw as she needed to, and she honestly thought that her tongue was counting each of her teeth. It was an absolutely magical moment for the filly, and she remembered reading about foreplay and how it was conducted.
“Mm…you taste amazing, my little filly,” Dash cooed as a smile crept over her face, “and now, I need to fuck you. Will you let me?”
Scootaloo nodded. “Please, Rainbow Dash. I need to feel what my books have taught me.”
“Then let’s begin…”
Author's Note
Hey, guys! So, this is my first attempt at writing a wingjob into one of my clop fics. Let me know what you think of it! Also, the chapter contains: 69ing, fellatio, cunnilingus, and two ponies being lovingly naughty with each other. Hope you enjoy!
Filly Time
Rainbow Dash gently bent down and caressed her little filly. For a moment, just one small grouping of minutes, they were one. Their bodies unified, their hearts conjoined. Dash felt closer than she ever had to the filly that once worshipped her, but now looked at her with a combined sense of confusion, love, and worry. Scootaloo apparently knew something amazing was about to happen, but she was concerned with the level of intensity Dash would exude. As mentioned before, and as the filly knew, Pegasi were considered the roughest of lovers. In fact, there had been accidental deaths reported during mating sessions.
But Rainbow was tender, something Scootaloo did not expect, as she left a trail of rather sloppy kisses down the young pony’s stomach. The orange filly giggled as she felt her small wings begin to grow and poke out from her back. She remembered reading about how Pegasi wings would stand erect during sex, much as the male’s penis did. She also remembered that they were incredibly sensitive, and could be used like the Unicorn’s horn. She looked at Rainbow and pointed to her small appendages, silently begging her to touch them.
Dash smiled with love and began administering the young one’s first wingjob. She rubbed up and down the pinions, ensuring that each of Scootaloo’s soft feathers got her attention. She doubled back on a few of the extra delicate ones, finding that her touch seemed to amplify their own coziness. She loved running her hoof through the young pony’s wings. She found a forest of mesmerizing feelings that sent shivers down her own spine and caused her wings to stand up as well. She kissed Scootaloo again before pointing to her back and allowing the filly to feel them freely.
Soft sighs of happiness escaped the twosome as they felt each other up. No curses were uttered, and no screams or cries of pleasure. Just loving breaths that met the face of their target. Scootaloo rather enjoyed the warm expulsions from Dash’s mouth, and vice versa. Their happiness seemed to rebound off the ceiling above Scoot’s bed, gently blanketing them for a second time. Their wings continued to stand erect as they rubbed up and down, until Dash finally felt her magic based penis begin stirring.
“I think I’m about to have an erection of a different kind,” she said gently, “and I’d like you to help me with it.”
Scootaloo smiled, taking satisfaction in her partner’s request, and she nodded her small head. She was still unsure as to just how she would help Dash, but one look between her friend’s back legs sent her heart into overdrive. Dash’s length was all out of its little sheath, and Scootaloo admired every inch of it. It was pink, as most pony penises are, and the orange filly suddenly felt very hungry and passionate. Her pupils automatically dilated, and she seemed to feel a natural pull towards the cock. It did not go unnoticed by her idol.
“You want it?” Dash asked, gingerly shaking her faux appendage in Scoot’s face.
Scootaloo nodded, and Rainbow wordlessly shifted forward so that her crotch was on top of the filly’s nose. Scootaloo breathed in the wondrous scent of Dash’s own heat, and excitedly opened her mouth when Dash commanded her to. The cyan Pegasus gently inserted herself into the small cave, ensuring that Scoot’s tongue got a good taste. The filly let out a soft moan as she did what came naturally to her, wrapping her lips around the hardened member and suckling up and down. Her saliva coated the shaft very well, and she even licked around the tip, remembering all of the mating book’s words about how sensitive stallions were there. If a stallion with a real penis is sensitive there, she reasoned, then a mare with a magically created penis should be as well!
“Oh…oh…oh, Scoot!” Dash moaned, “oh, baby, that feels so good. Keep going, sweetheart! Keep going!”
Scootaloo had never heard Rainbow Dash address anypony that way before. She was used to the tough tomboy that normally graced the skies over Ponyville, sunglasses gleaming. She was also used to Dash cursing when nopony was looking or listening, and she had picked up on this rather unladylike habit. But she wasn’t a lady. She was a filly, and a filly that was starving for more and more of her idol. So her generous blowjob continued.
She felt Dash become even harder, and then the Pegasus yanked herself from her mouth. Scoot whimpered a bit, as she was thoroughly enjoying the taste of Dash’s shaft. But the rainbow maned Pegasus gently quieted her and scooted around so that she could orally please her. She returned her penis to Scootaloo’s mouth, and at the same time began running her tongue over her lower lips. The filly began moaning incessantly and sucking even harder, wanting to get all of Dash’s length into her mouth.
As Rainbow’s licks intensified, so did the amount of times Scoot had to release her penis just to moan in delight. Dash knew of a mare’s ability to orgasm multiple times, and she wanted this to last as long as possible. So she licked down Scoot’s velvet like vulva and inserted her tongue deep into her very body. Scootaloo howled in ecstasy as she felt something inside her fillyhood for the very first time. While it wouldn’t take her virginity, it still felt as if an angel were doing it to her. She bent up and began suckling on Dash’s balls, eliciting deep moans from her partner.
“Oh…!” Dash said, “Scootaloo, how the hell do you know what to do?!”
“I’ve read a lot on the subject,” Scoot said matter-of-factly, “now, get your tongue back inside me!”
Dash happily complied, licking up every last drop of Scootaloo’s amazing juice as it gushed forth like a fountain. As she licked, she found herself getting closer to her partner’s anus, and suddenly began darting her tongue in and out of that orifice. Scootaloo squealed in agonizing pleasure and began administering a bit of dirty talk, like she had read about. She knew that speaking in terms that were considered socially unacceptable would heighten the pleasure the two were feeling.
“You’re such a slut, Rainbow Dash!” She screamed, remembering the words that the book had referred to as “trigger words.”
“Mm…If I’m a slut, then you’re a whore, Scootaloo! Oh, Celestia, I love you, baby filly!” Dash screamed as she felt Scoot return to blowing her as if the next day would never arrive. A wonderful feeling pulsed up and down her spine and she felt her orgasm coming.
“MORE, YOU WHORE!” She screamed, “SUCK ME! OH, YES, SCOOTALOO!”
She couldn’t take any more of the young one’s continuous blowing, and she finally unloaded on her face. Her squeal of love and delight was high, both in pitch and in feeling, and it caused Scootaloo to be sent over the edge as well. The two lovers panted a bit and prepared for the next step in their session. Scoot knew that Dash was nowhere near done with her, and she wanted to feel Dash’s penis deep within her, just like the diagrams in her book. Dash whipped herself around so that she could do the deed, when suddenly they heard the front door creak open.
“Scootaloo? Are ya home?” A voice asked.
Both mares froze with fear. The voice was Apple Bloom’s…
A Small Invasion of Privacy
Dash and Scootaloo stopped their session dead in its tracks. They each looked at each other, silently begging the other mare to figure out something to defer their unwanted guest. The sudden realization that Sweetie Belle might have been with Apple Bloom struck them, and Dash moved her body away from Scootaloo. The air above the orange filly immediately felt empty, and part of her mind wanted to grab Dash’s tail in her teeth and reposition her. Feelings that she had never known before coursed through her small body, but she was able to repress them long enough to get herself back into mental stability. Her sex drive had been defeated, and now she could focus on the task at hoof.
She noticed Dash hiding behind her bedroom door, and she took the silent cue to leave the bed and head downstairs. She trotted rather slowly, trying to think up some excuse as to why she smelled the way she did. She had managed to pull her mane and coat back into place, but Dash’s heat scent still remained. It clung to her like a traitorous acquaintance, willing to give away her secret at any given moment. If she could smell it, she was sure that her friends would be able to smell it as well.
Please, don’t have Sweetie Belle with you… She silently pleaded with Apple Bloom, but to no avail. Upon arriving in her living room, there sat her friends and fellow Cutie Mark Crusaders. They looked confused as to why she had not answered them, nor rushed down immediately with a cheerful greeting as she was normally wont to do. She smiled at them awkwardly and sat down, trying her best to hide any evidence of her passionate lovemaking session.
“Hey, guys!” She squeaked, and then cleared her throat, “what’s going on?”
“Nothin’,” Apple said sadly, “we were wonderin’ if y’all could think of anything to do.”
“Yeah!” Sweetie chirped, “nopony needs our help with cutie mark problems today, and we’ve run out of coloring pages, videos to watch, and games to play. Frankly, we’re bored.”
Scootaloo took a deep breath, silently thanking Celestia that they didn’t seem to notice the way she smelled. She looked back and forth, trying to think of what to say next, but she couldn’t come up with anything. If they were bored, it made sense that they had paid her an unexpected visit. But now she had to get rid of them. She needed to feel Rainbow Dash’s body on hers again. Shivers ran up and down her spine at the thought of continuing her naughty bedroom enterprise, and she let out an involuntary moan.
“What the hay was that?!” Apple asked.
“Nothing!” Scootaloo said quickly. She couldn’t afford for her two best friends to discover the dirty deeds she had been performing. They would go straight to their sisters with the insight, and then she’d really be in trouble. Dash might even be publically shamed for sleeping with her. Nopony would understand the way we feel for each other, the filly said to herself, that’s why they can’t ever know!
“You smell funny!” Sweetie suddenly exclaimed.
In that moment, the roof fell in on Scootaloo. They had noticed the smell, the one thing that might give away her raunchy actions. Her heart thudded deeply against her small chest, and she instinctively stood up and began backing away from her friends. She hated lying to them, but at the same time, she couldn’t hold herself responsible were Dash to get in boiling hot water. She felt that they were breaking some social taboo, and they might never be able to show their faces around Ponyville again. Think, Scoot! She cried to herself, think, think, think, think!
“Um…so…did I ever show you guys the new game my Aunts bought me?” She asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
“No, but that’s irrelevant,” Apple said, “I don’t care about no game right now. I care about why ya smell like my big sister around this time of year!”
“I don’t smell like Applejack!”
“Yes, you do!” Sweetie said, “come to think of it, Rarity smells like that during this time, too! Why do you smell like our sisters?”
“Um…uh…uh…”
Scootaloo was caught, and she knew it. If she lied and made up some big story, she might be asked to corroborate her statements. Worse, she would lose both of the closest friends she had in Equestria. But if she told the truth, the aforementioned public shaming would come into effect. It was a lose-lose situation for the young filly, but she figured that being honest and keeping her friends at the cost of a little potential embarrassment was worth it.
“Alright, fine,” she said, “follow me, and I’ll show you why I smell funny.”
The two fillies stared at their pony counterparts, mouths agape. Dash had come out of her hiding spot, and the two mares had exhaustively recounted their entire evening up to that point. Scootaloo could barely hide her amusement as her fellow fillies’ jaws nearly hit the ground. Dash even turned around and showed off her new package, much to the shock of their new guests.
“Yes, we were fucking,” Scoot said bluntly, “and Dash was just about to penetrate me for the first time.”
“Ya mean…like in that matin’ book y’all were showin’ us the other day?” Apple asked.
“Yep, exactly. Twilight gave Dash the penis for a two-day period, so we have to make the most of it. Of course, now you’re probably gonna go off and report us.”
“Why the hell would we report you?” Sweetie asked, making all the ponies jump at her harsh language, “I mean, sex is natural! Our sisters have taught us that.”
“Wait a minute,” Dash said, “if Rarity and AJ have taught the two of you about mating, then why in Celestia’s name did you question the smell?”
Apple and Sweetie giggled to each other. “Because we love making Scootaloo blush!” Sweetie explained, “we could deduce right away that Scootaloo had been doing something sexual. Her mane and coat were so unkempt, and even though she’s never been the best at grooming herself, she’s never looked like that before.”
“Yeah,” Apple went on, “and then I remembered that matin’ book, and I whispered to Sweetie that Scoot had been up to somethin’ naughty. Then, we smelled the heat scent. We didn’t quite know where it came from, but we knew that if we cornered Scoot and said she smelled funny, she’d have to take us to the source.”
“You clever little bitches,” Dash said as saliva ran free from her mouth. She was thinking of bringing the two new fillies into bed and showing them a thing or two. Having one filly was pleasurable enough, but three? She nearly collapsed at the prospect and forced herself to remain upright. Her penis was free from its shaft again, and she noticed the new presences slobbering over it.
“Want it?” She asked.
“Hell yeah!” Sweetie replied.
“Bring it the fuck on!” Apple said.
“Then let’s have…triple the fun!” Dash proclaimed.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle immediately looked into each other’s eyes. What they saw there was the blooming of a flower of lust perpetuated by Rainbow Dash’s sultry words. They began to kiss, and explore each other in ways they never thought possible. True, ever since Scootaloo had shown them the book on mating (which was kept in a very insecure place in her home), they had practiced it over and over. Discovering their bodies together was a very special thing, and it reaffirmed their friendship every time they did it.
But they never imagined that they would be touching tongues in front of Dash and Scootaloo. Having these two close to them somehow intensified the kiss, and soon enough, they were rolling around on the floor. Their soft moans of enjoyment tickled the insides of their spectators’ ears, and they noticed that their hooves drifted in between their haunches. Dash began to slowly rub her length until it reasserted itself, and Scootaloo gently touched her small vulva and clitoris. All four ponies were caught up in the intoxicating scents of heat that wafted throughout the room.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle soon broke apart and each turned to one of the ponies on the bed. They silently nodded to each other and pushed them backwards before mounting them. Apple Bloom kissed Scootaloo deeply, winding her tongue through every twist and turn of her mouth. Scootaloo responded beautifully, raising her head ever so slightly so that Apple might gain deeper access to the back of her maw. They licked each other’s teeth in an incredibly sensual fashion, and Scoot found that her hooves traveled down to Apple’s pussy. She began to rub, and Apple began to moan.
“Oh…Scootaloo…”
“Sh…” Scootaloo whispered, “…just relax and enjoy this.”
“I’ve wanted to do this with ya ever since ya showed us that book…”
Scootaloo smiled and nipped at Apple’s shoulder. The olive colored filly bit back a yelp of pain, as she remembered that this was all part of the mating process. The dominant pony would often bite on their partner’s shoulder or ear. Even though she was on top, she knew her place in bed, so she allowed Scootaloo to take control. The orange filly reversed their positions and bit down on her shoulder again.
“You’re mine, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo growled.
“Yes! Take me!” Apple cried.
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash had slipped her penis inside of Sweetie Belle’s mouth. She felt it swell up and Sweetie struggle to breathe. She bent down and gently reminded the filly to use her nose. Once Sweetie got the hang of things, she began to suck up and down like a true professional. Rainbow Dash had seen plenty of pony pornography, and she felt that none of the mares in any of those videos could give as wonderful a blowjob as young Sweetie Belle was. She licked and sucked, ensuring that every inch of Dash’s member got what it deserved.
Dash soon felt her orgasm coming on, and she yanked her dick out of Sweetie’s mouth. She silently commanded her to turn around and show off her jewel, and the white filly was more than happy to do so. She lifted her tail and Dash got a great look at her puffy lips and tight, puckering anus. Sweetie was winking terribly, so the cyan Pegasus knew that she was ready. She mounted her, grabbing ahold of her mane and yanking it backwards. Sweetie, too, understood that this was all a part of the sexual process, so she relaxed and allowed Rainbow Dash to do what she needed to.
Dash slipped her length inside of Sweetie, eliciting a moan and a small squeal of pain from the virgin pony. A small trickle of blood flowed from the orifice, and Sweetie turned and gave a look of concern. “It hurts, Rainbow Dash,” she said as some tears rolled down her cheeks, “it’s not supposed to hurt!”
Dash opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by Apple Bloom’s sudden interest in Sweetie’s lips. Their kiss seemed to alleviate any pain that Sweetie was feeling, so Dash pushed in further. She turned and noticed Scootaloo humping away at Apple’s ample rump, moaning and grunting with every brush of their most private areas. She was so energized by the entire situation that she lost her mind and began thrusting in and out of Sweetie Belle. The white filly howled as pain shot through her body, but it soon gave way to pleasure that she’d never known before.
Dash’s thrusts were many and unrelenting. She showed the small pony absolutely no sexual mercy as she plowed ahead. There were no speed limit signs as there were on the clouded roads of Cloudsdale, nor on the dirt roads of the ground. She went faster and faster, using her wings for leverage. She began administering a spanking, causing Sweetie to scream and curse. She wanted more, that was for sure, so Dash yanked herself out of Sweetie’s vagina and buried herself into her anus. Sweetie screamed so loud that Dash was sure multiple windows broke around them, but she didn’t care. She rammed herself in and out of the beautifully soft hole, wanting so badly to finish Sweetie off.
She was just about to come to the conclusion that Sweetie would never orgasm, when two screams echoed beside her. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had successfully brought themselves to climax and then collapsed on each other, breathing their scents and grooming their coats. Holy shit! Dash thought as she continued smacking her crotch into Sweetie’s, that was amazing! Scoot’s scream was perfect…and so was Apple’s…I think…I’m gonna…oh…oh…oh…YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!
Dash moaned deeply as her penis shot out vaginal liquid deep into Sweetie’s rump. For her part, Sweetie screamed and came as well, shooting volley after volley of her emission onto Dash’s crotch. When Dash pulled herself out of Sweetie, she noticed that her erection was still intact and she still had plenty of stamina. So, she turned to Apple Bloom and began fucking her like Celestia would never raise the sun again.
The olive filly squealed and cursed as she felt Dash’s large member pulse back and forth inside of her. It felt like her very body was being torn apart, and she loved it. She wanted more and more, and she felt Dash bend down and bite her neck and shoulder. Her screams of passion drove the perverted Pegasus further and further down the rabbit hole of which she had complete ownership. The fillies were hers, and hers alone. I’m gonna fucking make you cum, Apple Bloom! She shrieked to herself, and then, you’re gonna watch while I make love to Scootaloo! I’ll tie you and Sweetie to that chair over there and force you to watch!
“OH! OH! OH! OH!” Apple screamed as she felt Dash’s thrusts become even more violent, “FUCK ME, YOU CELESTIA DAMNED WHORE OF A HORSE! FUCK ME!”
“MM! YES! YES!” Dash howled, “YOU’RE SUCH A COCKSUCKER OF A FILLY, APPLE BLOOM! TAKE ME! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT, YOU BITCH! TAKE IT!”
“SMACK MY RUMP, YA FLEA BITTEN DIRT BAG!” Apple squealed.
So Dash acquiesced to the request and began to leave painful, yet pleasurable, red spots on the filly’s flank and rump. Little Apple’s body couldn’t take any more of the amazing feelings Dash was giving her, and she experienced her second orgasm of the session. Her vagina pumped out what appeared to be gallons of the same silvery substance that Scootaloo had coaxed out of her only minutes before. Dash screamed and experienced her second body shaking climax as well, before pulling out of Apple and sending her and Sweetie to the chair that she had spotted.
“Now, then,” she said breathlessly, “I’m gonna tie the two of you to this chair, and you’re gonna watch me fuck Scootaloo. I’ll leave your hooves free so you can gratify yourselves, but everything else is gonna be tied up.”
The two fillies practically shook with excitement as they sat on the love seat and Dash brought forth some rope. Originally, she was going to tie Scootaloo to the bed with it, but they were having so much fun that her plans had changed. She quickly wound the rope around the young ponies, ensuring that it didn’t cut through their fur or skin, but tightening the knots so that they couldn’t escape. They were going to watch and masturbate, and she was going to get off on all three fillies at the same time.
Now, it’s your turn, my darling Scootaloo, she told herself, I’ve waited for this…
“Alright, Scootaloo,” Dash commanded as she turned away from the bound fillies, “it’s your turn. Lay on your back and spread ‘em!”
She moved towards the bed, but then stopped at the sound of a soft sigh of relief. She noted that small droplets of something were rolling generously down both of Scoot’s back legs. The filly seemed to be in heaven, rubbing her pussy and trying to coax more of the mysterious liquid out from between her lower lips. Every single time her small hoof waved its magic over her most sensitive organ, she would emit a moan of complete satisfaction. It was as if she didn’t know Dash were there at all, yet felt her presence completely. Her masturbatory efforts weren’t lost on the cyan Pegasus, either, as she felt her length slip from its sheath once again.
She stepped forward, magnetized by the absolutely enveloping smell that permeated the air. She heard the moans of the fillies tied up behind her as they worked each other over with their hooves. Everything was working out perfectly, and it appeared that Scootaloo was preparing herself beautifully, moaning and grunting with every single swipe of her small hoof. But as Dash approached her jewel, she noticed that the liquid was oddly yellow and smelled different. Her lust crazed mind didn’t register the gravity of the situation at first, but then reality slammed into her like the Ponyville train.
“Holy shit!” She said out loud, “you pissed yourself, Scootaloo!”
“YES!” Scootaloo howled as her hoof brushed an extremely sensitive part, “I did! Now, I want you to lick it up, bitch!”
“Oh, you think you’re in control of this session?”
“I don’t think, I know!”
Dash smiled wickedly and knocked the small filly onto her stomach. She mounted her prize roughly and grabbed her mane. Scootaloo yelped in pain, but Dash didn’t care. This orange filly dared to think that she was the dominant mare, but Dash would soon put her in her rightful place. The Pegasus knew that her little lover was beneath her, both in social and sexual status, and she was going to show her just why. Her penis became larger than she ever thought possible, but she wasn’t going to give Scootaloo the satisfaction just yet. She wanted to play with her toy.
So she yanked even harder on Scoot’s mane, wanting to draw as many screams from the rebellious filly as possible. Dash loved every single small yell Scootaloo made, because this was how Pegasi mated. Scootaloo seemed to understand this, for she tilted her head back so that Dash could grasp even more of her mane in a painful, yet oddly pleasurable, bite. Dash’s heart thudded against her chest as their session continued, and she suddenly flipped Scootaloo onto her back and shoved her entire member into her mouth.
Scootaloo breathed through her nose and accepted the choke that accompanied Dash’s length. She gagged and sucked on it, following Dash’s silent orders to absolute perfection. While she was doing this, Dash managed to use one of her front hooves to mop up her small accident. She then yanked her penis out and stuck the hoof inside, reveling in Scoot’s small tongue as it swirled around and licked off all of the excessive urination. Dash was thoroughly stimulated by such a revolting, yet amazing, sight. “Mm…yes, lick your piss off my hoof, bitch!” She shouted, “oh, you’re such a bad filly, Scootaloo! You’re so dirty!”
Scootaloo removed Dash’s hoof and gave a very naughty look, narrowing her beautiful eyes to slits and allowing her mind to speak freely. “Yeah, I know I’m dirty! Do you know how much fucking masturbation I’ve done in our clubhouse with those two?!” Here, she pointed to her friends, who were busily kissing and fornicating each other. “Yeah, I’m a bad little filly! I’m a bad girl! I need you to hurt me, Dash! Fuck me like a FUCKING PEGASUS!”
Those words were all Dash needed to hear as she suddenly bent down and began suckling on each of Scoot’s nipples. Her movements weren’t graceful and kind, either. They were rougher than the prickles on one of Fluttershy’s many pet porcupines, and Scoot ate up every single wonderful second. Pain and pleasure shot through every pore of her small being, and there was something oddly beautiful about the sensation. Perhaps it was because the pony committing such a devious act was somepony that she loved and respected. Perhaps it was because her best friends were tied to a chair and viewing all of this. She didn’t know, but she didn’t want it to cease.
Dash’s teeth found their mark, biting and gnawing at her sensitive nipples, eliciting more yelps of agony from the filly. You’re gonna spit out some milk for me, bitch! She said to herself, and then, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna split your body in half!
She finally managed to draw some creamy and delicious lactation out of Scootaloo’s small teats. After licking up every last drop, she moved lower and addressed her filly’s pussy. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive body part, knowing exactly what to do and where to go. She was such a professional at this that Scootaloo nearly climaxed within minutes of first being touched there. But Dash knew how she wanted things to play out, so she got on top of Scoot and bit down on her shoulder hard, earning another squeal of passionate pain.
“You want me to fuck you like a Pegasus?” She asked rhetorically as she backed off, and then answered, “I’ll fuck you like a Celestia damned Pegasus!”
With that, she slammed inside of Scootaloo, ignoring the screeches that emanated from beneath her. She went until her very balls were planted against Scoot’s entrance, and began violently thrusting in and out of the filly. The screams that met her ears were like music, and the smell of Scootaloo’s heated scent glands inflamed her nostrils. She felt her penis flare hard, but she wasn’t ready to cum just yet. She had more pain and pleasure to give Scootaloo. She bent down and kissed her hard before smacking her face.
“You like that, bitch?!” She asked.
“YES, DASH!” Scootaloo shrieked with happiness, “MORE! HURT ME MORE! FUCK ME LIKE A TRUE PEGASUS! I WANNA BE YOURS! YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH, MISTRESS DASH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
Dash took the cue and began plowing into Scootaloo even harder, drawing a mixture of blood and vaginal liquid from the filly. She felt her balls slap painfully against the filly’s jewel, but she didn’t care. The pleasure was too great. The screeching and squealing mass of fur and sweat continued in their carnal affair, while the two bound fillies watched and masturbated to their heart’s content. In short, all four ponies were howling their pleasure to the sky.
Apple Bloom was the first to climax, sending a shockwave through her small body and shooting volleys of her cum onto Sweetie’s small hoof. The white filly followed suit, driving her tongue deep into Apple’s throat and allowing herself to be relieved by her friend’s wondrous touch. When they finished, they panted and looked deep into each other’s eyes, finding a love there that they had not previously known. They knew, from that moment forward, that they had found the very pony that they wanted to become mates with.
But the screeching from the bed jolted them out of their reverie, and they looked just in time to see Scootaloo unload gallons of her discharge onto Dash’s penis and crotch. Scootaloo panted in the afterglow of such an amazing orgasm, but the rainbow maned one wasn’t quite complete. She jammed herself into Scootaloo’s anus, earning another squeal of approval from beneath her. Her thrusts were beautifully violent as she bent down to bite and kiss at her partner. In true Pegasi mating tradition, she bit on the joint between the wing and the back as she came, letting loose a muffled scream. She felt her cock pulsate multiple times, shooting her own liquid deep into the filly.
She pulled out of Scootaloo’s tight rump hole gently and then lay beside Scootaloo, gently massaging her stomach and resting in the aftermath of their coitus. She nuzzled Scoot’s head tenderly, in yet another tradition of the Pegasi. They were rough lovers, yes, but they were well known for their gentle nature afterwards. It was still about love, after all, and Dash felt satisfied that she had shown Scootaloo exactly what she needed to.
“I love you, Scootaloo,” Dash said, “and even though this dick’s gonna go away, I want this to stay the same forever.”
“It always will, Rainbow,” Scoot said as the two engaged in a tender kiss.