It was the first day of summer camp, and Rarity refused to put her head back on.

“Why should, I darling?” she had said to Rainbow Dash, despite there being no obvious mechanism for her to speak. Her voice emerged from somewhere around her chest, not muffled in the slightest and otherwise sounding exactly like her voice normally would sound if her head had been attached. Also, she had a short spur of bone with a knob at the top sticking up from her neck stump, which would have held the head in place had she decided to wear it.

“The headless look is all the rage this season!” she crowed, ignoring Rainbow Dash’s eyeroll. It wasn’t that she couldn’t see, far from it. She was definitely ignoring Rainbow Dash. “Among those of us whose heads are detachable, of course.”

Rainbow had sighed and self-consciously rubbed at the back of her neck, making her own head wobble slightly. She would always swear up and down that it hadn’t been by her choice, but like Rarity, she also had a detachable head. Though she tended to keep it on her neck.

Here at Camp Everfree, she had been hoping that Rarity would see some sense and keep her head on, literally. But no, she had to go haveing crazy idea like she always did.

“After all,” Rarity had also said, “the girls are getting close to that age. They’re curious! I certainly was when I was in Summer Camp. What better way to let them know that the headless option is perfectly all right than to model it in person?”

That was basically the end of the argument. Rainbow Couldn’t come up with anything else to say. But now, she wished that she had, because her friend Spring Evergreen, another one of the camp counselors, was being just as bad.

Spring was an Amazonian woman, a year Dash’s senior and quite a bit taller. She had olive green skin and teal hair, plus piercing yellow eyes. The white camp T-shirt with the camp’s logo strained to contain her massive breasts, showing off the outline of her puffy, pulsating nipples quite well, which her simple jeans let everyone who wasn’t already aware know that she was packing quite a cock between her legs.

The cock option had never sat right with Dash, though she had considered it. Ultimately, the extra weight of the dick and breasts would have clashed with her desire to be sporty and athletic. Also, there were the… other effects that she wasn’t too keen on.

But Spring was quite keen at the moment. Keen on talking with her fellow camp counselor in the main bungalow of the park hollow.

“I’ve always been fascinated by you headless girls,” she purred, leaning over a table across from Rarity and grinning at her. “Do you ever put yours on?”

“Hardly ever if I can help, it dear,” said Rarity, fanning her neck with a hand in the early summer heat. “It’s only really necessary if I want to make sure it won’t get away from me. Well, and for eating, though in that case it isn’t so much necessary as more… socially appropriate.” Her bone spur tilted to the side. “We wouldn’t want to upset our dinner mates, now, would we?”

Spring chuckled at that. Rainbow Dash just sighed. She wanted to be anywhere but here right now.

“But I must admit a certain… admiration for your sort, as well,” Rarity continued. “After all, your breasts are absolutely astonishing!”

“You think so?” Spring smiled, hefting her left breast in a hand and squishing it firmly. “I agree, they’re pretty neat. Oh, but yours are looking quite lovely from where I sit, too.”

“Oh, thank you ever so much!” said Rarity. She placed a hand, fingers down, across her cleavage, which jiggled just a bit when she touched it. “They may be humble, but I’m quite proud of them. They serve me well, as it were.”

The one thing that had given Rainbow Dash pause when considering the cock option had been the promise of going from nothing in the chest region to at least a C-cup if not more. She was still a little jealous of literally all of her friends in that ergard, even if she kind of needed the flat chest to be more speedy.

Spring licked her lips, eyes traveling over every inch of Rarity. “I certainly wouldn’t mind getting a little more acquainted with them, if you know what I mean.”

“I most certainly do.” This time, it was Rarity’s turn to purr. “But is that just the cock talking? I know how you girls can get. My own sister took up the cock not that long ago, you know.”

“It’s not just the cock.” Spring leaned against the table, her breasts squishing flat and threatening to burst through the sides of her t-shirt. “You are a charming and beautiful young lady who offers a whole lot of potential to explore. My schedule might be full this summer, but I think I could… fit you in.”

If Rarity had had cheeks, they would be blushing. She tittered and pshawed, waving her hands, but she also wasn’t saying ‘no.’

“Okay, I’m done,” said Rainbow, standing up and throwing her arms in the air. “You two have your little fuck session or whatever, I’m not gonna sit around and watch it!”

She stormed out of the bungalow, hearing Rarity say, “Oh don’t mind her, she’s always been a bit of a prude.”

Honestly, though Rainbow, the nerve! Calling her a prude? What a bitch!

She was fuming so hard that she wasn’t watching where she was going. The next thing she knew, she had stumbled into someone, and then her head fell off!

“Got your head, Rainbow Dash!” cried a giggle as someone went running away from her.

Rainbow hated having her head come off. If there was a way for her to keep it better attached, she would. The moment it left her body, her vision fuzzed out, then on again. Well, technically, she no longer had vision, hearing, smell or taste. Instead, she always described it like watching the world through a balck and white TV that was full of static. She just knew what was happening around her, at a height about where the top of her sternum was. Sound just happened to her. Smell, too. She sort of didn’t know about taste, because unlike Rarity, she always wore her head to eat. The alternative was honestly too freaky to consider.

Well, whatever. She had mor important things to worry about. Like getting her head back! Who the heck had taken it! Usually, if her head got knocked off by something like this, the other girl would apologize and give it back. But not this time!

“What the actual fuck?” she groaned, her voice emanating from the middle of her chest. She hated the feeling of that, too. It had been quite along time since she’d had to talk like this, since usually she got her head right back. With a frustrated groan of sigh, she took off in the direction she remembered the footsteps going in the couple seconds before her headless-sight had turned on.

Author's Note

If you want to know more about this world and who took Rainbow Dash's head, continue to the next chapter. If you are just here for the sex, skip to chapter 3, you won't miss anything.