Headless is in This Year

If you had asked Rainbow before what she thought of being headless, she would have given you a bunch of complaints about all the stupid things she had to go through because of the option she had taken.

But right now, she realized there was one really, really stupid thing about having a detachable head. Someone could steal it and run away, and then where were you?

It’d be so much easier if she could connect with her head somehow. See, feel, even just hear would help a whole ton.

But no. Nevermind that it actually contained her brain, having a head wasn’t all that important somehow. Once it left her bone spur, it was nothing but a lifeless lump of flesh adn bone.

But, gosh darnit, it was her lifeless lump of flesh and bone, and she wanted it back! She needed it! She wasn’t going to let some other girl have her way with it, whatever was going to happen.

Rainbow ran and ran (ironically, like a girl with her head fallen off), and would have kept on running if not for her earlessly hearing giggling from one of the camper tents. She marched straight over there, figuring this had to be the source of the culprit.

When she got to the tent, which was a long, low bunk house for the younger campers to share beds in, she heard more giggling, and something that sounded like her name being spoken.

“...Rainbow Dash,” said the voice, like it had been finishing a sentence, and giggled again. Dash could almost swear she could make out who the voice belonged to. It seemed very familiar.

“You’re not going to get a girlfriend with that attitude,” said the voice, in mock scorn. “Come on, let’s try again. You kiss like a limp fish, you know that?”

If Rainbow had had cheeks right then, they would have burned up. Someone was using her head for kissing practice? Fucking ew! That was not cool!

Having had enough, she stormed right up to the door and barged her way in. That was a benefit of being a camp counselor, she could do that.

“All right!” she shouted through her chest mechanism. “Who’s… Sweetie Belle?”

That was right. Sitting on her bunk to the let of the door was Rarity’s younger sister.

She was a tall girl, not quite as tall as Spring, but getting there, and a good bit thinner. But where she lacked in pure muscle, she made up for with bust. Her breasts were at least as big as Spring’s, and on her smaller frame, they looked much larger. Her shirt barely existed at all, serving only to cover her areolae as her nipples strained against it. In her camp uniform jeans was a monstrous cock, folded against itself for modesty but all but bursting to come out and say hello.

Like Rarity had said, Sweetie had just taken the cock option a few months ago, right after her birthday. Dash remembered being at the party, and how excited Sweetie had been to take this path, not the least reason for which would be it would distinguish her from her sister. But Rarity of course had been fully supportive, and now Sweetie was an 18 year old cock girl, and this was her last year of Summer Camp. Allowances were made for early bloomers, of course.

“Oh, hello, Rainbow Dash,” Sweetie Belle said, giggling in what she probably thought was a sultry way. She didn’t have Spring Evergreen’s years of experience in seduction and flirtation yet. “Looking for me?”

“Yes, I’m looking for you!” Rainbow shouted, not willing to play Sweetie’s games. “I know you stole my head, so give it back already!”

“Oh,” said Sweetie, “what? This?” She held up Rainbow’s head, lifeless, with the lids shut and the mouth hanging slightly open. “But I was having fun with it!”

“You can’t have fun with my head, Sweetie Belle, it doesn’t do anything unless it’s attached to me.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” moaned Sweetie. She arched her back, so that there was actually an audible tearing sound from her shirt, not that anything ripped quite yet. With her free hand, she reached down and flicked the button of her shorts.

Her shorts popped off, rocketing across the room and would have wrapped them selves around Dash’s face if it had been attached. Instead, they sailed over her bone spur (although she ducked just the same) and came to rest against the far wall.

In their place, Sweetie’s cock was now erect and unveiled for all the world to see. It was as long as around her forearm, and longer than that still. It had throbbing veins along the side, and the skin was the same creamy white as the rest of her. Little pink and purple curly hairs surrounded it on the top, where her pubes were, while her ball sack was full and stuffed with two perfectly round orbs.

If Rainbow Dash had had a jaw right then, it would have dropped open. But she wasn’t ogling the cock. She really didn’t go for that. She was just amazed at Sweetie’s gall.

Rainbow Dash was not the kind of girl who took her responsibilities lightly. She did NOT fuck campers, not ever. And she did not think about them sexually, either. So for one to so brazenly display her most treasured aspect like that in front of her? Well, that was almost more than Rainbow Dash could take.

“You put that away right now, missy!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. Though really, it was more like right in the middle of her lungs.

“I’m sorry, Counselor Dashie,” Sweetie said, placing her finger against her mouth like she was pouting in sorrow. “I’d love to, but my pants are all the way… over… there!”

She pointed a weak finger in the direct her shorts had fallen, across the room and behind someone else’s bed. Dash groaned and made for the other bed across the room, scooting down and ducking beneath it so she could find the pants.

Though she really hated being headless, there were two benefits. First, right now, she saw perfectly under the bed despite there being almost no light. That’s because she didn’t see with her eyes, that needed light to see, so she could be aware of all that was around her. Second, she didn’t have to worry about bumping her head. Athletic as she was, she could sometimes be kind of clumsy because she was rash about moving fast.

In a few moments, she had retrieved Sweetie Belle’s uniform shorts, and also a wad of dust. She stood back up with the shorts in hand, and then gasped as she saw what Sweetie was doing.

The little minx had Dash’s head in both her hands and was lowering it to the tip of her cock.

“Don’t do that!” screamed Dash, dropping the shorts and trying to slam both hands against the side of where her head normally would be. They just clapped together over her bone spur instead. “You’ll break my fucking jaw if you try and force that onto your monster!”

“Aww, but Dashie,” said Sweetie with another faux pout, “I was just trying to show you what kind of fun I could have with your head!” She licked her lips, moving the head so that the neck stump was resting on top of her cock instead. “After all, trying to kiss it was just not working out as well as I’d hoped. But if you don’t want to give me a blowie, I suppose I could use it as a decoration.”

And here, Sweetie Belle took the head and rested it in the middle of her ample cleavage, letting its dead face point out at Rainbow Dash. She was totally freaked out, seeing her own face like that.

“Dammit, you idiot,” said Rainbow, “I can’t feel anything with my head not attached like that! You’re literally wasting everyone’s time!”

Now it seemed like Dash was starting to get through to Sweetie. Her frown turned a little more sour, and she was actually thinking about something instead of just letting her cock think for her.

That was right about when the door at the other end of the camper tent opened and two more girls walked in. It was Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle’s best friends in the world. They were both a little younger than her, so they hadn’t had a chance to join their friend, but they were both developing into lovely young women regardless. Apple Bloom had a bust that rivalled Rarity, with good down-home farm breasts to swing under her camp uniform t-shirt. And Scootaloo, ever the athletic, was developing good musculature.

“Dammit, Sweetie Belle,” cried Apple Bloom in her accent as they rushed into the room, “put y’all’s cock away! You know we ain’t s’posed to do that now!”

She grabbed Sweetie’s shorts from Rainbow Dash and thrust them at Sweetie, who pouted, handed Dash’s head to Scootaloo, and started trying to stuff her cock back into the shorts that were far too small for it.

“We’re real sorry, Counselor Rainbow Dash,” said Scootaloo apologetically. She used her t-shirt to wipe off Dash’s head of any imagined dust before handing it back to her. Once her head was back in her hands, Rainbow Dash quickly and gratefully pushed it back into position, feeling her vision come back to where it was supposed to be as her neck snapped onto her bone spur. She took a long, deep breath and let it out as a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, squirt,” she said, rustling Scootaloo’s hair.

“Aww, it was nothin’!” Scootaloo mumbled, blushing from the praise of her idol and surrogate older sister.

“Ow!”

Sweetie Belle made a cry of pain as Apple Bloom whacked her in the back of her head, her shorts now once more safely ensconced on her person and concealing her cock and balls from all and sundry.

“Go on and apologize, ya varmint!” Apple Bloom said, putting her hands on her hips.

Sweetie scuffed her shoe against the ground. She didn’t look Dash in the eye. “I’m sorry for stealing your head, Counselor Dash. It was just supposed to be a little prank and I took it too far. I shouldn’t have put it on my cock.”

“Gol dangit, Sweetie, you what?” Apple Bloom looked ready to whack her again, but Scootaloo rushed over and stopped her.

“We’re sorry, too, Counselor Dash,” said Scootaloo, hanging her head. “In her defense, Sweetie Belle was a real slut before she got her cock.”

Sweetie nodded.

Letting out another breath, just grateful her head was back where it was supposed to be, Dash nodded. “Okay. I can forgive you a bit this once because that sounded like a genuine apology and your friends are sticking up for you. But I’m gonna be keeping my eye on you the rest of this summer, just you wait.”

Sweetie quelled under Rainbow’s gaze, knowing she was truly beat. She sat back down on her bed.

“Well, I’m glad to see you girls here, anyway,” said Dash, leaning back against the doorframe. She was just enjoying having her head back where it belonged. She never knew how much she’d miss it until she almost lost it! “Looking forward to starting your final year of Summer Camp? Because it probably is going to be your final years, right?”

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom nodded.

“We’ve been talking a lot about what option we want to take this year when we turn 18!” crowed Scootaloo.

“I’m tryin’ to decide between headless or armless,” said Apple Bloom. “I mean, I see there’s a bit of a conundrum with havin’ a detachable head, beggin’ yer pardon, but I’m not completely sold on losin’ my hands. Even if mah sister does real good applebuckin’ with her legs now.”

Dash knew what she was talking about. Applejack had gone armless almost the moment her 18th birthday had come, and she’d never looked back. Now her arms were mere nubs, that she could wave about under her tank-tops, and that was it. But with one powerful kick from her mighty legs, she could shake an apple tree and fell all the apples from it in one go. It was amazing to watch her. And if you spent enough time around her, you forgot she ever had arms to begin with.

One time, Dash had gone to Sweet Apple Acres to have dinner with Applejack and her family. She sat and watched AJ core and peel apples using just her feet. She could manipulate the knife with her toes! It was really incredible, and Dash could see why Apple Bloom might want to follow in her sister’s footsteps.

“All I know,” Apple Bloom continued, “is I definitely do NOT want a cock. Not after what it does to some folks ‘round here.” She gave Sweetie Belle a pointed look. Sweetie stuck her tongue out, then mimed sticking something in her mouth and sucking on it. Apple Bloom blushed and looked away, and Sweetie snickered.

“What about you, Scootaloo?” asked Rainbow, turning toward her little scion.

“I’m actually still not sure.” Scootaloo rubbed the back of her head and took a seat on the bed where Sweetie’s shorts had fallen. “It’s a good thing my birthday’s not until December, so I have the most time to think it over.”

Rainbow nodded slowly, just letting her talk.

“I mean, I actually see benefits to all three options. I think I’d love having a cock, even if it turned me into a sex-fueled maniac.”

She looked at Sweetie, who blew her a kiss. Scootaloo rolled her eyes, and Sweetie Belle giggled.

“Going armless sounds a little scary, because I do like having my hands to do scooter tricks. But then again, I might be able to do even awesomer daredevil stunts with just my feet! How cool would that be!”

Dash laughed. It would be pretty cool to see her little buddy up there, doing tricks on a scooter with nothing to flap or hold on to. “I can picture it,” she said. “It’s a look that would suit you.”

“See?” said Apple Bloom, like they’d been talking about this before. “I told you!”

Scootaloo ignored her. Her eyes fell to the floor, and she smiled softly. “Then there’s going headless. Apple Bloom’s right, obviously it’s not a cakewalk, but… Well, I kinda want to be like you, Rainbow.”

Rainbow’s heart melted as Scootaloo looked at her right then. To have this kid look up to her so much, it was more than she could take sometimes. What had she done to deserve this idol worship?

Well, she was pretty awesome, for starters.

She moved over to the bed, and Scootaloo moved over, giving her room to sit down. Dash put her arm around Scootaloo’s shoulders and gave her a fond hug.

“Awww!” went Sweetie Belle, and it was clear she was honest. Nothing sexy or innuendo about it.

“Scoot, listen to me,” Rainbow began. “It’s awesome that you wanna be like your big sis. I mean, I can’t think of a cooler woman you could try and be like. But before you decide to go headless, I should really tell you…”

She took a deep breath and let it out long. “I didn’t actually choose my option.”

All three of the girls gasped, shocked. That was simply unheard of!

“See, I was almost 19 before I went through the change,” Rainbow continued. “You gotta choose before you turn 19, and I just couldn’t, almost to the very last day.”

The mood in the room grew tense. The girls knew what happened if you couldn’t choose before you were 19. Not that they knew anyone who hadn’t, but girls talked and rumors spread.

“It was Rarity who basically pushed me to go headless, because she was going to. I was given my final chance, basically.” Rainbow swallowed. The story was hard to tell at this point. “And I just shouted ‘headless!’ And then there I was, they put me through the change and that’s it.”

She ran a finger under the base of her head. “I’ve kind of hated it ever since. Though I don’t think I would have been happy with either of the other options, so… y’know.”

Scootaloo gave her a huge hug, burying her face in Dash’s side. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Rainbow Dash!”

She looked up at her would-be big sister with tears in her eyes. “If nothing else, I’ll remember to make sure I’ve got my mind made up, just so I don’t have to make my friends worry!”

Sweetie and Apple Bloom nodded. “I guess I’m lucky I knew what I wanted before I turned 18,” Sweetie said.

“At least you’ve really got an extra year to decide,” said Rainbow, “though I know most everyone has it figured out within the first month if not sooner. So, don’t rush, but do remember, it’s an important decision.”

“I will, Rainbow Dash,” said Scootaloo, and Dash punched her lightly in the shoulder.

“Besides,” said Dash, grinning, “you really do give up the least by going headless. So it’s not all bad. Keep it in mind!”

Scootaloo laughed, and Sweetie excused herself to go to the bathroom. All that pent-up sexual rage was really doing a number on her cock, and everyone knew she needed to go find some release. It was polite to pretend like they hadn’t noticed, though.

“On that note,” said Dash, “I should probably get back to the counselor’s bungalow. Heh heh. I think Rarity’s going to have a few things to say about all this.”