Chapters 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.
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.”
Rarity led Spring Evergreen into the bunk house for the counselor beds. They had been talking and agreed to do a little more exploring of their bodies, so a more private locale was in order.
When they were alone, Spring wrapped Rarity in her arms, moving her hands over the smaller headless girl’s back. She gave her a funny look as Rarity did the same and they held each other close, breasts pressing together.
“Where can I kiss you?” Spring asked, eyes gazing over Rarity’s bone spur and the knob atop it. It didn’t look very kissable.
“Wherever you like, darling,” Rarity purred.
She stepped back out of Spring’s embrace and pulled her shirt off over her head. She wore a fancy, lazy white bra which showed off her cleavage quiote nicely. Her breasts were round and creamy, like fresh ice cream. And she pushed them together, letting them smoosh against one another so Spring could watch.
The tall cock girl grinned, reaching down and planting a kiss on Rarity’s collarbone. She moaned, running her hands over Spring’s sides and squeezing two handfuls of her ass. Spring kissed along her collar, not quite daring to risk kissing Rarity’s neck, but dipping her face into the other girl’s cleavage to get a heady sniff of fresh, fanciful breasts.
“Get yourself ready, lover,” Rarity cooed, prompting her hands under Spring’s t-shirt. The taller girl got the hint and pulled it off, revealing her own bra that was much plainer but also necessarily larger. It barely held her breasts together, straining to keep her nipples hidden and failing to do so with her areaolae. Rarity ran her hands up the front of Spring’s breasts, marvelling at just how large yet perky they were. She squeezed one and it was like squeezing a soft pillow, so scrumptious and meaty.
“I have to try this,” Spring said more to herself, and leaned down to brush her lips across the surface of Rarity’s neck. Rarity gave a soft gasp, because the skin there was sensitive, a light pink instead of the white of the rest of her, but not looking like a cross-section of a neck, which was what Spring would have expected. She kissed the neck, then kissed the bone spur, which elicited no reaction because it was bone. Rarity for her part let her partner explore her neck area, encouraging her with soft brushes of the hand over her ass and front bulge.
“I must admit, darling,” the voice came from Rarity, and Spring could feel it pulse through her as her lips kissed the girl’s neck, “I am becoming quickly curious as to what you are packing in those jeans.”
“No reason to beat around the bush then,” said Spring with a chuckle. She stepped back a few paces then undid the latch of her jeans.
Immediately, her cock sprang out ahead of her, freed of its cloth prison and ready to rumble. It hung low, almost to her ankles, though it was quickly rising to point at Rarity with each beat of Spring’s heart. Rarity clapped her hands to her chest as she watched it and imagined it parting her walls. It was monstrous, as thick around as the girl’s leg and nearly as long. She was going to split wide open if she took that whole thing! It was a good thing the change allowed for some shifting of body mass, or else no one would ever be able to fuck.
Feeling wet in her panties, Rarity rubbed a hand over her crotch, and another over her breasts.
“Have you ever gotten a neckjob from a headless girl, Spring?” she asked.
“Can’t say I have.” Spring was getting really excited now, she removed her bra, revealing her puffy dark green nipple that stood out a few inches from her massive breasts. Rarity tittered.
“I’ll warn you, the first step may be a little off-putting. It’s why I keep my head on while eating with guests. Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” Spring breathed, standing there in all her naked cock woman glory, ready and waiting for whatever Rarity had in store for there.
Rarity took in a sharp, sudden breath, and then the sphincter holding her neck closed opened. It irised like a portal, and then suddenly there was a hole leading directly down her esophagus, open to the world. Spring thought it was fascinating, though she could imagine how watching someone eat through that hole might indeed by offputting.
“Now come over here and fuck my throat,” Rarity growled. The voice was clearly coming from the whole, the edges of which pulsed a little with each word. The sound lacked the full-chested throatiness it had earlier, being exposed as it was directly to the air.
Spring stepped forward, and Rarity met her by rubbing her hands down along the big woman’s cock. She was able to lean all the way down before she reached the girl’s hips with her fingertips, her cock tip pressed oh so gently between her milky breasts.
Rarity rubbed her bone spur against the cock, which only made sure it was extra rigid. Then her neck hole irised open just a little more and with an “mmmm” sound, she pressed it against the very tip of Spring’s cock. Spring gave a long groan as she pushed her cock slowly down Rarity’s neck hole.
Much to her surprise, the hole just widened and widened, allowing her to get significantly more of her shaft into Rarity than she would have thought. “Oh god, you’re so tight!” she moaned. Rarity only made a muffled noise around her cock and gave her a thumbs-up.
Spring pushed and pulled very slowly, because the tightness of Rarity’s neck was just too much for her to be able to move very much. It didn’t matter, though. The knob of the bone spur massaged up and down the spine of Spring’s cock, keeping it firm and hard as Spring held Rarity’s shoulders and used her like a cock toy. Whatever motion she made, Rarity held her own and kept them bound together with the tightness of her throat.
“Rarity, gonna…” Was all the further Spring could get. Rarity gave her an okay sign anyway, and then a torrent of hot, white seed spilled forth from the tip of her cock down Rarity’s gullet. There was a long, slow slurping motion as Rarity milked Spring’s cock for all it was worth. When it was finally done, Spring staggered back, her cock slipping free as the hole spiraled shut behind it. Both dripped cum on the floor, though Rarity did the best to wipe her neck with a finger and get it all inside her.
“That was marvelous,” she cooed. Spring could only groan headily and use one hand to hold herself up against a nearby bunk bed. “But I’m not quite satisfied yet, you big cock woman you you.”
Rarity turned around, shaking her butt as she undid the straps of her bra. She let it fall over one soft, perfect shoulder, then the other, until finally it fell away and the sides of her breasts were visible from behind, just under her arms. She did not have a head, but she was able to give the impression of looking over her shoulder to watch Spring’s reaction with a coy smile.
Then she undid her jeans, pushing them down with her thumbs to reveal the lacy white panties that matched her bra. Her ass was bare for the world, or at least Spring, to see, and the puffy white lips of her vulva were pouty and ready for penetration, with a little dusting of purple hair visible even from this angle.
Rarity spun on one foot, lifting her leg high to show off her vulva for Spring’s roving eyes. She had a soft tuft of purple pubes above it, and her clitoris was pierced, but otherwise it was just pure, smooth woman flesh, as far as the eye could see.
Then she turned back around and got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at Spring. “Are you ready, hot stuff? I know it can take a few moments for a cock to cool off before it’s ready to be used again.”
If the throbbing of blood through Spring’s cock was any indicator, it absolutely was ready for round two. “Here I go,” she said, walking forward and pushing her cock tip against the waiting, ready pout of Rarity’s exterior.
Rarity just about screamed as Spring pushed her cock inside. The fit was much tighter than her magically-inducted throat, but she still stretched wide enough to take the monster meat within her. The other good thing about this way was that her inner lubrication kicked in, and soon Spring was able to thrust back and forth with a heavy step, sliding deftly into and out of the puckered love tunnel and all of its feminine warmth.
Spring leaned over Rarity, engulfing her slighter frame and missing head entirely with her own body. She grasped the two dainty lumps of Rarity’s breasts as they swayed beneath her, rocking in time with the thrusting. She pinche Rarity’ snipp;es and tweaked them, getting a rising call from Rarity’s sealed throat.
“Take me, take me, take me,” Rarity panted, gasping as Spring roughed her again and again. She didn’t need to encourage her, nothing was going to stop this heated rutting between two very pleasant girls. Spring could almost bend around Rarity’s neck, see beneath her and the slight bulge in her stomach area as the tip of her cock pounded again and again against the smaller girl’s insides.
She was taking her everywhere she wanted.
It wasn’t too much longer before Spring came again, filling Rarity to bursting, and thick, steamy cum sprayed out from around her cock, soaking Spring’s legs and the floor and bed around them. With any luck, Rarity would now foster the new generation of young woman to grace this earth, she was the motherly type after all and could teach them the props of being headless. As well as the strong, virile cock virtue of her other mother.
With a long, soft ‘splsssht’ sound, Spring withdrew her cock from Rarity and fell to her knees, both of them catching their breath after the long fuck session.
“Do you… like it in the ass?” Spring finally asked when they had had a chance to recover. Rarity had rolled on to her back on the bed, cum leaking from between her legs but trying to force the rest into her womb where it would bless her with a baby.
“Oh yes, darling,” she gasped. “If you have one more round in you.”
Spring certainly felt like she did. She lifted herself up and stood over Rarity, cock shaft throbbing and bouncing over top of her chest. Luckily, this time she had her own jizz as a lubricant, for the ass was not as well magically safekept as the other orifices. It wouldn’t hurt, though, this would be good for both of them.
She was much more careful as she pressed her cock hood against the starfish guarding Rarity’s deepest gate. Very gently, she pressed in, gaining a gasp of pleasure and a shiver from Rarity as she entered her.
Rarity’s ass was almost tighter than her heck hole. But there was little room to maneuver. This was about pleasing Spring’s new lady companion and prolonging the collective effort of lovemaking more. She bent down and sucked on Rarity’s nipples. giving them soft kisses and licks to savor their flavor. Small thrusts went in and out of Rarity’s poop canal, and the fair-skinned girl clutched at the sheets around her and moaned in ecstasy.
“I’m coming, darling!” she finally cried, and soon a thick, clear juice was leaking from between her legs. Spring let herself come as well, shooting a much less forceful torrent of seed into Rarity’s asshole before finally pulling herself free. She bent down and lapped at Rarity’s juices to savor the flavor, but she didn’t have any energy left in her. She laid down on the bed next to Rarity, cupping her body in a small spoon embrace and nuzzling against her bone knob.
“So did you enjoy your first experience with the headless persuasion?” Rarity purred, tracing a finger down Spring’s arm.
“I sure did, cutie,” Spring purred, smiling and giving her bone spur a sweet kiss.
They lay there for a while, just lost in the bliss of heated lovemaking together, enjoying each other’s warmth and the closeness of being cuddled.
The fun broke when Rainbow Dash slammed her way into the bunkhouse.
“Oh,” she said, nonplussed, “there you two are.”
Rarity did not shriek, btu she did her best to cover her nudity with the cum-soaked sheets. Spring didn’t care, she was proud of her cock and enormous breasts and liked for everyone to see them when it was polite to show them off.
“You’re gonna have to talk to your sister about personal boundaries,” Rainbow continued, not really caring that her two friends were naked and had clearly fucked a lot. She was really just done with this day. “And remind everyone that counselors and campers do NOT do sex things together.”
“Oh blast,” said Rarity, sounding sad. “I told that little slut to be on her best behavior this year.” She sighed and pushed herself up sitting, holding the sheet over her milky breasts. “I suppose the lesson did not get through that cock-addled brain of hers.”
“It usually takes a while to get used to fighting the urges,” Spring said, rubbing Rarity’s back gently. “Not that giving into them isn’t fun when appropriate.”
“Yeah, well.” Rainbow Dash rubbed her forehead with one hand. “I’m gonna go take a shower and try to wash all the skank off me. You two have fun or whatever. Don’t come in the showers while I’m in there. In either meaning of the word,” she added when both Rarity and Spring snickered.
They waited while Dash left to go to the bath house area, and then Spring leaned down and kissed Rarity on eht shoulder.
“Should we go bug her?” she asked.
“No,” said Rarity with a giggle. “I think Rainbow Dash has been through enough for one day.”
Author's Note
Thanks for reading this first story. I know it's very strange, but I had a dream that this had happened, and i just couldn't get it out of my head, so I had to write it down. I hope you will leave a comment and an upvote if you enjoyed it!
