Or, More Accurately, A Dick is Rainbow Dash
Never has the smell of a hotel room made me feel more like home.
Don't get me wrong, I'm having a blast at this con, but man oh man, nearly half a day on your feet can really take the wind out of your sails.
It certainly doesn't help that I woke up especially early so I could get to the con the moment they opened the doors today. At least I was rewarded for my troubles. Walking to my freshly made bed, I dumped the contents of my commemorative PoneCon tote bag out onto the blanket. Some homemade plushies, pins, and stickers fall out, but the last of the things to drop, looking like a bar of solid gold as far as I could tell, was a small cyan box with Rainbow Dash's cutie mark printed on it.
Apparently, this stuff was really the talk of the con the previous night, and many people who were there last night couldn't stop clamoring about the “soap guy” and whether or not he’d be there. Whatever this soap was, something about it compelled everyone I asked about it to act like they had no idea what I was talking about. You’d almost think that they were smuggling black tar heroin in this stuff or something.
Not so, as it turns out.
Either way, after waking up two hours earlier than any sane person would on a Saturday, I bussed it to the convention center to find over a hundred people already lining up to get in. You could only imagine my embarrassment as the news trucks showed up outside to show the whole country how excited we all must have been to celebrate a cartoon meant for non-millennial non-males.
Needless to say how happy I ultimately was that my early-bird preparation and exposure to hundreds of thousands of strangers on live TV and the internet at large paid off. Once the doors opened at 9 AM sharp, it was basically a perfect unbroken congo line to a single stand inside the center where this bald hipster-looking dude in red-tinted sunglasses wearing clothes that made him look like a third-rate Vegas magician sat behind his counter with six large cardboard boxes behind him. Each box was labeled with each of the Mane 6’s cutie marks.
It didn’t take me more than half a second to determine that I wanted a Rainbow Dash soap.
I spent the next half hour or so watching all the people ahead of me as they got to pick their own soap, paying attention as best as I could to see what pony’s soap they ultimately chose. Every cyan box that was exchanged for cash made my chest fluttery, and it calmed down again the moment any other box was chosen. Even as there were less than five people in line, it was virtually impossible to see how much stock he had left in anything.
Once it was finally my turn, I asked for my preference, and contrary to what I was expecting, the dude went to his stock and got me my requested bar with the casualness that there would be plenty more where it came from. I tried to make some small talk about his business and availability, but he was purely there on business it seems.
The only words that came from his mouth were, “What’ll it be?”, “That’ll be $10 dollars,” and “Enjoy the con.”
Shit, maybe this stuff did have heroin or something in it, though for $10, highly unlikely.
Now that I’m back in my hotel, I can find out what the hubbub is. I’m super tired and sweaty, and a nice shower with my new soap would really hit the spot before bed.
Of course, with this bar of soap being as sought after as it was, I should probably check and make sure this isn’t supposed to be some weird collector’s item. Peeling the flap off the front of the box and folding it out, I’m already pretty nonplussed, even as I tilt the box and let the bar slide into my hand.
It literally looks like a plain old bar of Dial, except it’s the same color as the box and Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark is carved into the top instead. I mean, from the near-perfect symmetry of the bar and how smooth the curves are, it looks and feels professionally made, so I can’t say I don’t see why people wouldn’t want to collect this stuff, but still, I waited for hours in line for this?
Or maybe it’s actually meant to be used. Maybe this guy is a master scent-meister or whatever.
I bring the bar to my nose and give it a smell. I’m instantly hit with something incredibly familiar; I give it an even stronger whiff. The first scent comes to me almost instantly; it almost smells exactly like the static coming from an old TV, but it’s more pungent and a bit fruitier. As I take more smells, I start to really understand. This stuff is like electricity that the nose could sense; a perfect Rainbow Dash scent.
I can’t help but start to think that this dude is seriously shortchanging himself at only ten bucks a bar.
All I know is this: I have to wash to this stuff.
I take the bar with me into the bathroom, kicking my shoes off before I enter. Putting the bar on the sink counter, I furiously shed myself of my shirt and pants and kick them into the corner near the door, following closely with my underwear and socks. As I pick up my soap and am about to step into the tub, I can’t help but notice my cock as it begins to swell itself straight.
Jesus. I wasn’t aware that I was getting myself this worked up over soap.
As a matter of fact, I think I would like to rub one out before my shower. No need dirtying myself again after I’ve already cleaned myself.
Perfect! It’s settled.
With my lovely bar of soap in hand, I step naked into the tub and turn the faucet on, giving the bar a quick soak and lather from the water gushing out. Once I feel my hands are sudsy enough, I push the bar onto the corner of the tub, letting it stick there for the time being. Already beginning to massage my rock-hard member with my right-hand, I turn the dial of the faucet off with the left hand before it joins in.
I take a deep breath into my nose. It smells absolutely heavenly, and the slick feeling of my dick as my hands and fingers squeeze, kneed, push out and pull in feels as close to sex as I could want right now. A thick bubbly foam begins to cover every inch of my manhood as well as the tips of my fingers. With how good this stuff feels and how hard I’m working it, I’m honestly really surprised I haven’t came already.
I can almost picture her right now; Rainbow Dash in my tub. I close my eyes and try to imagine the space between my hands was instead her wet, slippery pussy that my dick was wedged in. Even with the visual in my head, I still haven’t finished yet, and with each passing second, I feel farther and farther away from it.
But god dammit if this doesn’t feel fucking incredible!
My dick begins to feel tighter in my hands, but I’m almost certain my hands are just squeezing it like I’m trying to murder it. Seriously, how have I not came yet?
As I continue stroking and pulling, I find myself struggling to keep my hands around it. Now that I’m really thinking about it, it feels less and less like I’m grabbing a dick and more like I’m washing someone’s arm. I pull my mind away from my lewd equine-fucking fantasy and bring myself to open my eyes. Even before I get them open halfway, they shoot completely open over what I’m now suddenly seeing.
My dick must have grown four times its regular size since I started masturbating. Even as I take the briefest of moments to stop and see what has become of my body, it continues to expand and enlarge; soon, I can’t even get both hands around it!
I let out a pathetic yelp as my cock throbs with rapturous agony, almost as if scolding me for denying it its pleasure. I do what my dick, now seemingly of its own free will, begs of me and continue to lather and wash. Even with the little amount of soap I first gathered, every inch of my titanic member was sufficiently slathered with oily slickness.
Now, I’m forced with my back against the wall, and my beast of a boner is about to get scrunched into the faucet. As amazing as this all is to see (and feel), my dick, once beet red from the supernatural stress being inflicted on it, begins to turn a bruised blue, and I suddenly feel the sudden and frightening realization that I do not and should not have nearly enough blood in my body to support this thing, whose ever-increasing weight I have to cradle in both arms to keep from dropping it.
I feel a pair of nubs pressing into my right arm, and with the most careful of adjustments, I slide my arm forward, allowing me to watch and observe these nubs growing right before my eyes. The nubs expanded out and raised up, forming haunches. They pulled down even more, turning into hocks, followed by a femur, and then ending with the most tell-tale sign yet: hooves.
Hard, undeniably horse-like hooves.
Nearly settling them down in shock, they kick back and about beside me as they struggle to get a firm stance on the wet bottom of the tub. I look back up, and suddenly even more begins to reveal itself. The front legs nearly complete their similar growth toward the front, and a pair of other arms begin to stretch out from the center of its upper back, the fingers reaching back and caressing the sides of its stomach and flanks. Then, I notice as my poor blue cock begins to lighten to a brighter, more vibrant shade.
A cyan shade. Oh my god.
My dick is turning into Rainbow Dash.
Feathers are sprouting onto the appendages of her wings like phantom weeds, and the dock of her tail begins to prod straight into my belly button. Lifting it away to prevent its impaling me, I can’t help but see something truly shocking. My normal dick is now caught between the cheeks of her new ass, but there is no pussy to speak of. Instead, my foreskin is melded with the completely sealed lips of her labia. With my grip strong at the base of the tail, I feel a lump of flesh brush against my fist, and looking back down, I see as the center sinks into a tight pucker; her anus.
My attention is yanked back to the tip, which is assaulted with the nasty tug out. The head of my pony-cock begins to stretch out from its foreskin, creating a neck that begins to form muscle. Finally, all four legs manage to find a place to stand in the tub, and I can let go and watch the transformation complete itself.
I groan and hiss as I feel the head of my dick tilt downwards and stretch out, the powers that be beginning to mold it into a more equine shape. As the hole of my cock stretches out into an animalistic frown, two nostrils dig themselves in right above. A slight relaxing on the sides, and I see a pair eyes of come open, and the rim of my cock head pulls itself up on both sides and cups out to form a pair of ears that flop about as the newly formed Equestrian body adjusts to its recent creation.
I then feel a mild prickle along the sides of my shaft. Looking back down, I see as fur begins to shoot up from her once bare skin, a portion of both sides of her flanks indeed illustrating into her cutie mark. Her technicolor mane and tail slide out from the top of her neck and dock, the latter of which runs down my thigh, which trembles uncontrollably as the finality of the transformation dawns on me.
Rainbow Dash, now in the flesh and fur, and part of my own flesh now, raises its head over the faucet and began to shake off the sudsy moisture still stuck to her body, twisting my dick in each direct as her fur scratched the skin. She then let out a groan of discomfort and confusion, likely the same one that accompanies feeling a dick fused into your ass.
She looks back to me, seeing me directly behind, and inside her. I see the deer in the headlights look turn narrow and fearful and she’s about to bolt.
Bad idea.
“Whoa!” I feel like I shouted louder than necessary, but I’d like to see how quiet you’d be in this situation.
As she prepares to hop from the tub, I sling my arms over her waist and lift her up, a surprisingly easy feat given her size; must be that pegasi lightness. With the small of her back against my upper waist, taking my dick back with it, the biggest struggle was to hold her in a way that I wouldn’t snap it. The Pegasus begins to thrash her legs to kick me off, and she tries smacking me in the head with her wings to get me to free her.
“Let me go, you jerk!” she groans, almost on the verge of tears. “I said let me go! Stop!”
“What the fuck is going on?!” I growl, both frightened and confused as hell myself. “Okay, okay, look, just please stop kicking!”
To my surprise, she does what she’s told, but she tucks her arms and legs in, now seemingly petrified over what I’d do to her now.
“It looks like we’re stuck here. I’m going to put you down now, and I need you to just stay put, because if you don’t, you’ll probably tear my dick out… Or I’ll tear your vag out, either one sounds really shitty and painful to me.”
I feel Rainbow Dash’s muscles jolt in my grasp. It’s honestly really sad to see how fearful this typically brave pony could be, especially when I’m not doing anything to help.
I slowly turn and set her outside the tub, and her hooves keep her standing. Thankfully, as requested, she stays where she’s standing, looking away as she begins to assess the situation she’s suddenly awoken into.
Just in case… “Who are you?”
Rainbow Dash scoffs. “You know who I am. I’m Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in all of Equestria.”
I let out a sigh; so at least we got somewhere. “I uh… Do you remember anything before finding yourself in my hotel–”
“Listen, you don’t have to do this 20 Questions game with me, pal, I know what’s going on.”
As great as this statement was, I couldn’t help but feel offended that she’d withhold it from me, even with as little time we’ve already spent together. “So, what is going on.”
Rainbow Dash lifted her back leg and pointed to the corner of the tub with her hoof. “See that soap? If you couldn’t tell, that’s not any regular old bar of soap.”
“…Really?”
She lets out the slightest of chuckles, amused by my ability to detect and sling sarcasm back to her. “Anyways, at least, the way I was told it would go is that somepon- somecreature would use that soap to wash themselves, and once they’ve lathered themselves up really good, it would transform them into one of us.”
“One of… So, that means. Those other people who bought soaps…”
“Now, hold on! I’m not done! Most people who buy this stuff already know how this stuff works.”
“Wait, they do this to themselves willingly?”
Rainbow Dash nodded. “Look, I know about you bronies and how much some of you… erm… like us.”
“Putting it mildly–”
“Hey, pal! You brought one too!”
“…Except I didn’t know it was going to turn me into… you!”
“Ughh… okay, fair enough. Anyways, the bronies who buy this soap usually hook up somewhere beforehand, one of them decides who’s going to use the soap, the other guy gets to live out his greatest fantasy that night, and the other-other guy will wake up in his bathtub or shower like he had a wild night himself.”
“So you’re telling me bronies are turning themselves into ponies and letting themselves get porked by other bronies?”
“Once the brony becomes one of us, they’re knocked out through all of it. Once we’re done, we run them a bath, plop ourselves in and then we just melt and they come back to normal! It’s really not as bad as you’re thinking it is. Plus, from what I understand, a lot of them actually like to transform, even if they don’t know what’s happening.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing I… I mean, I… you probably would have been so lost and confused if I had used that soap like I… should…”
Rainbow Dash then looked back at me with an angry pout. “And what exactly did you do to get us ending up like… this!?”
“Again,” I explained, my hands up, “it’s not like I knew this soap was going to do anything other than clean my body. That said, I wanted to… I wanted to…”
“Just spit it out. I’m sure it’s way less dirty than what I was expecting tonight.”
“–masturbate a little in the shower and use the soap as lube.”
Rainbow Dash smacked her face into her right front hoof. “Well, I hope it was worth it!”
“Actually no. I didn’t even get to cum.”
“…Rough. Anyways, if you want, I can just turn on the shower and get out of your hair– …cock, and then you can–”
“Wait, hold on!” She stops her sidestepping and looks back to me. “Listen, I know this is a… unique situation, but… I want to get to know you.”
“What else haven’t I already told you that you want to–”
“No, not like that! Listen, so you apparently know about our fandom and the show it’s all about, so I think I can tell you… you’re my favorite character. Sorry, can I just…”
I begin to step out of the tub, and she walks forward to let me move. Once I’m out, I slowly seat myself on the edge of the tub, bringing Rainbow Dash to straddle herself onto my lap.
“Thanks.” I continue. “Anyways, yeah. You’re my favorite; that’s why I got the Rainbow Dash soap. I’ve never been a real brave or confident person myself, and you’ve always made it look so easy. It’s really inspiring… I’ve actually worked up courage to talk to other people because of watching you on that show.”
I’m not sure if it’s because of the relaxed position I’ve got her in, but I feel the muscles of her legs ease down as she continues looking back at me, only this time, her annoyance has turned to vulnerable appreciation. “R… Really?”
“Yeah. And… as embarrassing as it is to admit, even to you… I’m… actually really attracted to you because of that…”
“So… you mean…”
“Yeah. I am one of ‘those’ bronies. And yeah, when I was jerking it before you came in, I was thinking about you…”
Rainbow Dash looks off to the side, taking that all in. “Huh… Okay then… I mean, I’m here right now… if you’re not too weirded out by this, then you can… you know…”
I feel my actually dick twitch with anticipation, seemingly realizing what she meant before I could. I think I felt Rainbow Dash perk up too. “You mean… you’d let me?”
“Pfft. Come on dude, the whole reason I exist in the first place is to let bronies get some action with me! I mean, I never thought my situation would be like… this, but you know what? I’m down to try something different. So come on dude, let me have it!”
I take in a deep breath and spring my cock up to attention, pushing up on the upper corner of her sealed lips. Rainbow Dash suddenly lets out a gasp as her whole body begins to shiver, a vibration I feel fully myself. As excited as I am to fuck Rainbow Dash, with her permission no less, I can’t help but feel a little worried at what she just did.
“Yo, Rainbow Dash, what’s up?” I ask her.
“I… I don’t know. I think you flexed your dick just now, but I felt my whole body just tense up. I don’t know what happened.”
Come to think of it, I felt a lot of things I don’t think I’m supposed to feel. When Rainbow Dash was forming and her hooves were kicking against the tub floor, I’m pretty sure I felt the floor as if her hooves were a new pair of feet. Hell, now that I’m really concentrating, even with her sitting on me as she is, I feel her thighs on mine, as in, I feel like I’m sitting on my own lap, which I also feel is getting sat on by my own legs.
“Oh my god…” I can only mutter.
“What?” She turns to look at me, and I feel part of her neck muscles fold into the base of her shoulder much like I would if it were my own neck and my own shoulders.
I was certain now.
My dick didn’t just turn into Rainbow Dash; it became Rainbow Dash.
I’m not sure why I think to do this, especially as a reaction to such a realization, but I grab the sides of the tub and gently thrust my waist up. Rather than my “actual” dick sliding up into her pussy from my foreskin, it instead only pushes firmly against her ass, and the sudden weight against my appendage pushing her forward too.
“Gyah!” Rainbow Dash and I feel the pinch in her crack, and she shoots back onto all fours, pulling me with her. “What was that?!”
“I’m pretty sure I figured it out.” I put my hands up, and they’re ready to move to my words to highlight the crazy discovery I just made. “When my dick transformed into you, it didn’t… I mean…”
“For Celestia’s sake!” Rainbow Dash shouted. “Use your words!”
“Okay! The point is, you’re still my dick! Sure, you’re still a walking, talking winged pony with blue fur and a rainbow mane with your own agency and your own free will, but you’re still my dick, which is still a part of me! Every time you walk, or you move your body, hell, whenever you speak, I feel that like a part of my own body is moving all on its own!”
“…Uh… I’m just going to pretend like I understood everything you just said so we can get back to rut–”
“Okay, look, I’m going to try something, tell me what you feel, okay?”
“D’okay?”
I place my hands on the side of Rainbow Dash’s waist, wedging them in between her thighs. With my fingers and palms firmly holding onto her, I begin massaging her up and down, up and down. I’m looking at Rainbow Dash, who appears to bore quickly of what I’m doing as what I believe will happen doesn’t seem to be happening yet. I certainly feel like I’m jerking off a massive, fuzzy, blue penis, but yeah, I’m not quite aroused yet.
Finally, after a few admittedly dull moments, I feel my blood pumping again, and now, the desired reaction at long last emerges. Rainbow Dash tenses up in my grasp, and I can suddenly hear a sharp inhale being taken in through her teeth as she bites her lip. As I contract and release my actual dick still conjoined to her equine anatomy, I look down at the ponut directly above it and watch it pulse in synch with my flexing. Rainbow Dash begins to moan. As much as I’d love to continue pleasuring my favorite pony, my point has been made, so I stop.
Rainbow Dash pants in disappointment. “Oh my gosh… that was amazing! What was that?”
“Simply put,” I say, “I was masturbating myself. Again, you’re my dick, so when I jerk you off, I feel aroused, and then you feel aroused by proxy.”
“Sweet Celestia… I had no idea being a dick would feel so good!”
“And here I thought having a pony for a dick would be a huge problem. Glad to see both of our expectations have been dashed.”
“Ha! Nice! You know what, you’re alright, man!”
“So… does that mean the offer’s still on the–”
“Yes! Come on!”
She walks out from the bathroom to the hotel room, pulling me along with her. The feel of each of her hooves walking on the hard floors and then the soft carpet is so unique that I can hardly describe it. With how aroused I am right now, each step of hers moving her body feels like getting jerked off in and of itself. As comical as the sight and sound must be, we both can’t help but moan in absolute ecstasy as we make our way to my bed.
Rainbow Dash lays her forearms on the bed, careful to avoid the merch I still haven’t had the chance to clean up yet; the stretch of her armpits is amazing. With her ready to receive my tender loving, I lay my hands on her back and teasingly stroke them down back to the sides of her waist. I give them a squeeze, and we both moan.
My god. It just feels so big…
That’s when I realized: Her anus is puckering at me as I flex myself. If she has that, then she also must have…
I move my hands lower, the tips of my fingers leading me to where I’m headed. My middle fingers prod both of them at once; the gel-like sacs of her breasts. I hiss in through my teeth as Rainbow Dash yelps. I’ve certainly never had tits on my dick before, but they’re as sensitive as I thought they’d be, especially given Rainbow Dash’s reaction to my touching them.
I move my fingers fully over them, her erect nipples gliding nicely between my middle and ring fingers. Rainbow Dash, along with my loins, shiver in pleasure as I gently apply pressure. The liquid-filled lumps of hairless skin form around my fingers as I squeeze. They feel so incredibly nice, both in my hands and in my cock.
Pushing up with my pinky and ring fingers, I pull the skin of her waist up, and along with the sensation of late-term masturbation filling my cock, I also add the orgasmic pinch of her nipples on top of that. I had to push the thoughts of how boring jacking off would be after this into the back of my mind.
I then pulled back with my middle and index fingers, and the push at the tip of my actual dick adds just another layer that I wasn’t quite prepared for. I increase the speed of my motions, roughly fondling Rainbow Dash’s teats while jerking us off too. If I were to cum just like this, I’d be perfectly happy, but there was one last thing I needed to try before it was too late.
I remove my right hand from its position and hug my left arm around her waist so that my other hand can cradle both her tits. Rainbow Dash, who has been panting and whining this whole time, begins to regain her composure as she realizes that I’ve stopped. Unbeknownst to her, I’ve been taking the time to smell the hand I’ve been petting her with the past few minutes, and along with the scent of her soap, there’s also a very woody, animalistic aroma that has been added to it. As wonderful as her smell is, it’s not what I’m aiming for.
Drawing as much spit from my mouth as possible, I lick over the palm of my hand and make sure to wet and suck each finger too. I slurp a little too loud as I wet the back of my hand, and Rainbow Dash takes notice, looking back nonplussed.
“What are you doing back there?” she sneers.
“Don’t worry about it,” I pant, getting ready for what I’m sure will be an unforgettable experience. “You certainly won’t be.”
Once my hand was sufficiently lubed up, I lowered it down so that it rested over the base of my actual cock, the moist fingers pointing right at her unsuspecting plothole.
“I won’t be wh–”
The sudden spreading off her ass silences her, her breath catching in her throat. Mine does too. I never thought I’d ever know what fisting my dick would feel like, yet alone thinking of fisting my dick, but it’s fucking insane. As the knuckles of my fingers push in deeper and my hand further envelops inside her asshole, every muscle in my waist retracts like I’m hitting a second prostate. Once her puffy anus wraps itself around my wrist, the muscles in her butt begin to relax, and the walls of her rectum, once hard with contraction, feel like warm putty around my hand.
“Hoh… shit…”
I squeeze my hand into a fist, the feel of her ass feeling tight and firm once again.
“Ungh!” Rainbow Dash throws her head up to the ceiling and I instinctively unclench my fingers, the warm, almost gooey softness forming around my hand once again.
Rainbow Dash drops her head down, small beads of sweat dripping off the ends of her mane and onto the covers as she slowly pants, wanting to register everything I was doing to our collective body. The way she looks so relaxed and vulnerable is both adorable and enticing, and I really don’t think I can do much more to ourselves without going over the edge.
“Ready?” I breathe out to her, preparing myself for our grand finale.
“I’ve been ready for the last few moments, bud! Now hurry it up so I can–”
Another balling of the fist, another scream and tensing of every muscle in Rainbow Dash’s neck and face. With my teeth biting down against each other, also feeling her immense pleasure. I take my free hand and place it over as much over both her tits that I can. The nipples are already as hard and pointed as plastic, but the breasts underneath are still as squishy and velvety as ever. I begin to relax my hand in her ass just as I press down on her waste and rub it hard up to the bottom of her ass crack.
Rainbow Dash lets out another surprised wail that sounds almost like a bawl, and now I’ve got her right where I want us. With a gentle grab of my tit-hand, I move it back up towards her tummy while my butt-hand squeezes back up and widens her rectum. And thus begins the vicious, ecstatic cycle.
Unclench, press and rub down.
Clench, grab and rub up.
Not a single moment goes by where Rainbow Dash and I aren’t in a state of perpetual pleasure. I’m sure the real Rainbow Dash would last much longer than I could, but then, she and I aren’t mutually exclusive right now. Rainbow Dash begins whining out as the ever-familiar sensation of an oncoming orgasm quickly approaches.
“Hey– dude– I think I’m gonna… I think I’m gonna–”
“Yeah, me too!”
Right at the moment I feel that I’ve reached the apex of my climax, I clench my waist muscles and let my dick do its– her– oh no!
I realize it just as she retches. Her cheeks puffed up with the puke she quite suddenly felt burst up from her stomach. Except that dicks don’t have stomach acid, so…
Whether it be from surprise or disgust, she lets out an exaggerated “blegh” sound as she dumps a mouthful of cum right on the bed.
And of course, that was only the first ejaculation.
With her mouth now open and still dripping, another convulsion hits her and she lets the cum-vomit shoot directly out from her throat. It’s not like I can, or should be angry at her; I’m the one who’s technically cumming right now. The mess has already been made, and so I can only pet and pat her backside in consolation as she finishes heaving out my semen onto the bedding.
Even when it’s over, she spits as much left over as she can into the creamy pile, and if it weren’t for our fixed positions right now, I’d give her a hug; I do actually feel bad for her.
“Do you…” I really don’t know how else to comfort her at this point. “I have some mouthwash in my toiletry bag.”
“No.” She wipes her lips as best she can and smears the back of her wrist clean on a clean, unsoiled part of the covers. “That’ll just make me dissolve. Besides, that wasn’t that bad… at all, actually!”
“Really? You were throwing up and everything.”
“Listen dude, speaking from experience as your cock, I actually felt really good doing that.”
“I mean… if it’s coming right out of the dick’s mouth.” I feel like I can laugh at that.
“So, uh… Normally, the pony and brony spend the rest of the night together and sleep with each other until morning. I’m pretty sure we’re not going to find a way to do that that isn’t super awkward for at least one of us, so how’s about I clean the bed up as best I can and then you can bathe me off?”
“Are you sure? You’re really cool with kill… does that even count as you dying?”
“Technically yes, but I was literally prepared for that. So yeah, just give me a second so I can…”
She crawls to the gloppy mess of our creation and puts her lips up against one end of the thick puddle. She begins to slurp most of it away, and at this point, I can’t really even be disgusted by it. With the stuff she can’t suck off, she begins to lap it with her tongue, pressing and grinding against the fabric to make sure she gets it all, at least, as much as she’s going to get. I can’t help it, and my arousal begins to mount.
“NNGH!” She tightens her face as she stops. “I’m almost done cleaning up your mess, and I don’t really feel like cleaning up another!”
“Hold on,” I guffaw, “this is my fault?”
“It’s your cock, dude.”
“Huh… touche.”
With a final gulp and groan, she looks upon her work. It’ll be hard in the morning no doubt, but at least housekeeping isn’t going to have to deal with a worse alternative.
“Alright.” Rainbow Dash begins crawling backwards and pushing me into the direction of the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up and me bathed off.”
As she leads me in and puts the stopper in the tub, I stop her before she can turn the faucet on. “Hold on, so when you get ‘bathed off,’ will you… remember any of this?”
Rainbow Dash stops and reflects, an initial response I honestly didn’t expect. “I’m not sure I get what you’re asking.”
“I mean, I still have a lot of soap left. What if I used it again and brought you back? Or am I going to have to explain this to you every time I–”
“Oh, now I get it! And yes, us ponies keep our memories of our time here so long as the soap is used on the same person…” Her smile grows suggestive and devious. “Or in your particular case…”
I don’t need to hear anymore. I scoop Rainbow Dash up by the stomach and hug her with her back against my bare chest. Yeah that flex in my cock feels good, but I think I’m pretty much spent for the time being.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this! We’re going to have so much time together, just the two of us!”
“Hehe…” Her laugh sounds strained, no doubt from the flex. “Looking forward to it, bud.”
I can turn the bath on at any time. I just want to stay like this for a few more moments.
The water is up to my calves as I hold Rainbow Dash above it as best I could. I don’t care if she’s cool with this process, I still feel like it’d be the gentlemanly thing to do for her.
She glances to the side to look into as much as my face as our position allows her to. “Ready?”
I nod. “Mmhm.”
“Cool, then catch you later, man! Can’t wait to do this again!”
I begin to squat down, using the wall of the bathroom against my back to gently slide us down into the water. As the backs of her back hooves touch, they begin to instantly dissolve and spread out into cyan suds like a bath bomb. Rainbow Dash lets out a relaxed sigh as more of her body spreads out and mixes into the water. Now laying down inside, she closes her eyes and dunks her head in, leaving no other trace of her other than the bubbles about to overflow the tub.
Curious, I dip my hand down into the water and reach for my cock. As awesome as spending tonight with her was, it feels just about as good feeling my old friend back. It’s still rock hard and perhaps not quite fully free of Rainbow Dash quite yet, but I recognize the shape and girth, and that’s good enough for me.
It finally hits me how badly I needed this bath; the pricklingly-warm water covering every inch of my body from the neck down, the subtly slick feeling of the soap against my submerged skin. And, unless a few minutes ago counted, I never really did get to masturbate.
Oh well, one for the road. I think my dick deserves it.
