Dash's Very Small Problem

by AtomicClop

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Quibble Pants, Sex, Clear Sky, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 8932

Magically shrunk to a fraction of her normal size, Dash can only be cured by sex with Quibble Pants. Clear Sky isn't happy.

A magical curse shrinks Dash down to a tiny fraction of her usual size. The good news: It can be cured; all she needs is for Quibble Pants to cum inside her. The bad news: Dash's torso is now about the same size as Quibble's cock. 

This is a very specific and very horny cursebreak, lol.

—The Eroticator

This is a micro fetish story, obviously. Contains a very tiny Dash getting reamed out by a very large cock, as well as FFM threesome. Oral and vaginal sex occurs, along with magical stimulation.

Author's note: Only Dash's body gets shrunken; her mind is unaffected and she remains an adult capable of informed consent.

Art hacked together from various screencaps.

Thanks to Raleigh, Samey90, and The Eroticator for prereads, and many people in Discord for idea bouncing and brainstorming.

Published 2021-07-07 23:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-07 23:00:01 UTC

Fitting it in

Okay, Twilight, is your recorder on?

Yes, Dash. Please tell the whole story. Don't leave out any details, none at all. You were the victim of a deadly serious magical attack. The next pony might not be so lucky.

Wait, everything? This story gets... uh, kinda personal, Twi.

It's important that we know every detail of the curse's working on the afflicted pony. Knowing is half the battle in breaking magical hexes. Even the most minute detail can mean the difference between breaking it, or complicating it further.

But Twiiiiiii-liiiight...

Some minor detail could actually be life or death, Rainbow. Please.

Okay, okay. Just, don't laugh, Twi, okay? This story is really embarrassing. All right. So after I got hit by the hex, Fluttershy and I flew straight to your castle, figuring you could fix it like always. You looked the hex up in your library and told Fluttershy and me the cure, then you teleported to Canterlot to talk to Celestia and Luna. Fluttershy and I took off cross-country. I got tired about a third of the way there and grabbed onto Fluttershy's back and she carried me the rest of the way. We landed and Fluttershy rang the doorbell.

The door opened and I jumped up on Fluttershy's head. I could barely see over her ears. My voice was really high and squeaky and I hated how it sounded, but I started in the instant the door was open: "Quibble! I got hit by some awful curse and Twilight says the last pony to get this spell died in less than a week and the only cure is for you to cum inside me again and... and... and Wind Sprint, could I speak to your stepdad, please?"

Wind Sprint looked up at us, her jaw hanging open. "Rainbow Dash? Fluttershy? Quibble needs to what inside you?"

Clear Sky galloped to the door and levitated Wind out of the way, Quibble a step behind her—

Don't use their real names, Dash.

Okay, so Cloudy Sky galloped to the door with Wibble right behind her—

Never mind, I'll just fix the transcript. 'Subject Number Two' and such.

"Dash!" Quibble said. "What are you doing here? And Fluttershy? And what happened to you?!"

"Wind Sprint, why don't you and I go into town?" Fluttershy said, wrapping a wing over Wind's shoulders. "I'll buy you ice cream and we'll talk about buckball."

"But why is Rainbow Dash the size of a raccoon?" Wind asked.

"I'll explain on the way and tell you all about my raccoon friends. What's your favorite ice cream parlor?"

They took off and headed downtown. Wind Sprint frowned over her shoulder.

"May I come in?" I squeaked, hovering at Quibble's face height. "I have to speak to you."

Clear Sky made an after you gesture and shut the door behind me.

I landed on the dining room table, which looked like the landing field of Wonderbolts Headquarters at my size. I sat down and wrapped my tail around my legs, sitting up straight and with dignity. I was an important Wonderbolt, I was an element bearer. I had saved Equestria a dozen times. I raised my nose a little bit, trying to show how serious I was.

They sat at the table. "Dash," Clear Sky said, "you're shaking."

I bowed my head, biting my lips and letting my wings and shoulders slump. Who was I kidding, trying to act tough? I was more terrified than I'd ever been in my life.

Sky brushed my chest with a hoof. My body was so small her hoof touched both my forelegs and wouldn't even fit between them. She scooped me up and cradled me into her chest, nuzzling the top of my mane with a cheek.

I... Twilight, every detail?

Yes. Everything.

I just started bawling. I nuzzled my face into her chest like I did to my mom when I was tiny and I got hurt or scared. I got tears and snot all over that blue ascot she wears. "I, I, I got hit by a curse. We're not sure from, from, from where, but Twilight's investigating..."

Quibble scooted closer and gently touched between my wings with a hoof. Clear Sky started rocking me, held in her hooves.

"Twilight looked it up, in one of her spellbooks," I continued. "If the curse doesn't get broken, the pony dies. The heart, the lungs, they aren't supposed to be in these proportions with an adult pony."

Sky and Quibble both sucked in sharp breaths. Sky stopped rocking me for a minute, stiffening, but then started again.

"This is just like Daring Do and the Hex of the Hexapuma—"

"Quibble?" Clear Sky snapped. "Shush."

I shook, my whole body just spasming. The panic of getting to the castle and talking about the curse to you, Twi, or the desperation of getting to Quibble's house, that had kept me distracted. But right then? With Clear Sky just holding me, with Quibble just touching my back? I finally broke and just sobbed.

Clear Sky cooed to me, nuzzling the top of my head while she rocked.

It took a few minutes, but I got my Wonderbolt mask back on. I wiped my nose and looked up at her, my voice close to level. "You're—you're good at that. Thanks. How'd you do that? I was really melting down."

Clear Sky scanned her eyes around the living room, which was scattered with Wind Sprint's toys, sports equipment, and dirty laundry. "Oh, I picked it up somewhere. You're obviously here to break the curse. How can we help?"

I turned around in Sky's forelegs and looked at Quibble. I wiped more snot from my nose. "Does, uh, does she know about us?"

Quibble nodded.

"Quibble told me you two... dated for a while," Sky said. "That you were lovers, but it didn't work out."

"The only way to break the curse," I said, "according to Princess Twilight and her books, is... mmmmprrrmmmmm..."

"What?" Quibble said. "Speak up."

"Is for the mmmmmbrrrmmmmmm..." I repeated.

"We can't hear you," Clear Sky said.

"Is for the last stallion to have said 'I love you' to me to cum inside me and to make me cum!"

The dining room got very, very quiet.

Clear Sky said, "What."

"I'm the last stallion to say that? You're a Wonderbolt. I thought you got all the stallions you wanted. It's been, what, two years?"

"Quibble!" Sky shouted. She looked down at me. "You can't fuck my husband."

I stretched up and hugged around Sky's neck, burying my face into her collarbone. I shook, from my rear hooves and the tip of my tail to my nose, my whole body just shivering.

Quibble said, very quietly, "I don't think Dash would lie. Would you bet a pony's life on Princess Twilight being wrong?"

"I've already lost one husband," Clear Sky said. "Is this some bizarre ruse? A Discord deception to steal him? A Sombra stratagem, a Grogar gambit?"

I looked up at her, looming above me, her head nearly the size of my entire body, those bright eyes dark with anger. "N-no," I said. "Fluttershy and I, we were on our way back from a map mission. Ruins out past Somnambula province, bumped into... uh... A. K. Yearling. She was researching a novel."

Quibble coughed.

"And we don't know what happened!" My head was getting light, I was trying to raise my voice but instead of getting stern it just turned squeakier. I took a breath and tried to speak more calmly. "I explored a lot more of the ruins than Fluttershy, so I must have hit a trap she didn't. Please... this isn't a trick."

Clear Sky's chest heaved underneath me as she took two deep breaths. "Rainbow Dash, Twilight said... said you could die?"

"Y-yeah.That I would die. Not could—would."

Sky and Quibble stared at each other for about ten seconds and... and for a moment there, I could sense something that I knew I was missing, something passing between them. For a second... I kinda envied them. I've never had a special somepony, not like those two are, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized the situation I was putting them in, the wrench I risked throwing into the marriage. I really could taste Clear Sky's fear.

But what choice did I have? And even worse, what would I do if they said no? "I want... I want Quibble to be happy, and you make him happy, Sky. I wouldn't... it wouldn't be loyal of me, would it? If this was a ruse? I'm a prankster, but not a jerk."

"Dash," Clear Sky said. "Is this even possible? You've—been with him. You know he's, well, gifted. I don't think he can physically fit inside you at your size."

I gave a flap of my tiny wings and landed on the table. I misjudged everything, with my size, and tripped over a seam in the wood, sprawling down chest-first and then picking myself up. "I said that to Twilight. She checked her book and told me... told me there was no choice. She's in Canterlot, talking to the princesses, but... well, she told me this looked like the only way."

Clear Sky rubbed her face with a hoof. "Quibble? What do you think?"

"I can't not help Dash."

"What if..." Clear Sky said.

We looked at her.

"I have a baster," she said. "In the kitchen. Quibble cums inside me, then we transfer it to you."

I shook my head. "That was a drawing in Twilight's book, that exact thing, with a big X over it."

Clear Sky sighed and screwed her eyes shut, ears wilting. "Okay. Okay, we'll help you."

This wave of relief—I don't even know how to describe it. I was still terrified, absolutely scared out of my feathers, but the terror changed. It was terror about getting reamed by a dick the size of my torso, and no longer the terror of my parents at my funeral next week, if that makes sense.

"But!" Clear Sky said.

My relief turned back into cold terror.

"But...?" I asked.

"I'm helping," Clear Sky said.

"What?" Quibble and I said together.

Clear Sky's horn flashed, turning Quibble's chair around, away from the table. "Look at him," she said, pointing her horn at Quibble's dick. "Limp as cooked spaghetti. He's going to need some help. And so are you, Dash, if you have to cum, too."

I remembered how huge, how powerful, Quibble had been when we made love in the past. In the weeks after he and I met at the Daring Do convention, we'd seen each other five or six times, and we made love each time. Quibble was good. Skilled, interested in making sure I was having as much fun as him. Amazing endurance, and, yeah, gifted. Biggest cock I've ever had in my life. Not the biggest I've seen, but the biggest I've had. Loads so big I dripped for a whole day.

Staring at Quibble's underside, I studied his sheath and limp ballsack. I pointed a hoof at Clear Sky and opened my mouth, paused for a few seconds while I thought, and lowered my hoof.

I didn't know what to say.

Clear Sky made eye contact with Quibble. His eyes widened and he reached up, tugging on the collar of his shirt. She slid from her chair, eyes locked onto his, took a step and a half to reach him, and positively melted up off the floor and into his lap.

I—I mean, that was weird. There I was, shrunk to two-thirds or less of the size of Wind Sp—of a school-aged filly, sitting on their dining room table, watching what was obviously a happily married couple starting up what was usually their private ritual.

Her hind legs wrapped around him, gripping the back of his chair, her forelegs around Quibble's neck. Her weight rested on his lap.

My wings were getting stiff and my own tail was flagging high. I mean, other mares aren't my thing, right? I love cock. But somehow, Clear Sky just... the way she carried herself, the sureness. She knew she was sexy and that Quibble wasn't going to have a chance against her. Watching her was... wow. I suddenly understood why 'MILF' is a thing—it's about self-assuredness.

With another flash of her horn and a poof sound from their bedroom down the hallway, four socks appeared, having teleported in, levitating above her head, the socks lemon-yellow with white stripes. With her nose touching Quibble's, staring into his eyes, she extended each of her legs, one at a time, and levitated the socks onto her legs, the silky fabric stretched sheer over her muscles. Quibble swallowed and swallowed again, his ears perking straight up.

Once Clear Sky had all four of those socks pulled up on her legs and she hugged tight around him again, she started rolling her hips, forward and backward, where she straddled his lap. Her tongue poked out, brushing his lips before she kissed him.

I just—I just stood there, on the table, with a raging wingboner and getting wet under the tail. Clear's tight rump rubbed forward-backward, left-right on Quibble's lap. Her tail was flagged straight up, just like mine. Her... Twilight, everything?

Dash, for the tenth time, everything!

So. Okay. So. Her bumhole was puckered and pink and winking at me and her pussy—the lips were really big, really thick, and wet. I've seen plenty of other mares, in locker rooms. Flight camp, high school race team, the Wonderbolts... I've never seen a mare with undercarriage quite like that. I... it... I don't know how to say this, but I liked it.

The hormones from pregnancy and foalbirth thicken and darken the labia, Dash.

Huh, really? Okay, where was I? Right. She got excited so fast, faster than me, and I can be ready for sex in ten seconds flat. My mouth... my mouth started watering when the smell from under her tail hit my nose. That was... that was weird, right? I'd never smelled under another mare's tail before. But smelling her as she got wet... Where was I, again?

Dash, hooves on top of the table where I can see them. Don't… just, don't during a deposition.

Right, right. Quibble was looking gobsmacked, with an even doofier than usual face, but he was getting hard. As I watched, Clear Sky rubbed her pussy up and down over the top of his sheath, and his fuzz down there turned dark from the wetness she smeared on him.

His tip popped from his sheath and schlooop up into her. Clear Sky got still for a second, arched her back and sighed, then turned her forward-backward rubbing into up-down bouncing. He kept getting bigger and harder.

Keep in mind: I knew how big Quibble is, right? He would hit my... my... my... uh...

Dash!

My cervix, even when I was regular sized and not cursed all tiny, and still have a half a hoof width to spare, right? When I was regular sized he couldn't hilt into me! So Clear Sky kept making longer and longer bounces, more and more of his length appearing up out of his sheath when she pushed up, and more and more of him disappearing into her when she dropped herself down and hilted him.

I noticed that... that I'd never gotten him hard that fast, back when he and I were dating. His cock is huge and it takes a while to get up to full power, if you get me. But Clear Sky really knew the combination to his safe.

As she rode him up and down, Clear Sky looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. "I've got him hard. Next, I'll get him lubed up for you, dear."

Dear Luna, I thought, she's taking him fully in! I already said, he left inches outside me when I was regular sized, yet she was just pistoning him, using her rear legs, wrapped around the back of the chair, to mash her pelvis farther down when she hilted. She could take all of Quibble's massive cock and have pussy to spare. I was impressed!

I lowered myself to my chest and reached my forehooves back, rubbing my clit, eyes locked on their crotches. Goodness, she had him soaked already. The fur on his balls were two shades darker, wet with her pussy juice.

Something... something about that. It was obvious that Clear Sky didn't want me there, didn't want Quibble to fuck me. I mean—how could she? They were a married couple, and I was her husband's ex-lover. That's pretty heckin' awkward, right? And yet, for all that... she was soaking him for me, knowing that no matter what, I was going to get hurt, but trying to help me get hurt the least.

I usually close my eyes when I masturbate, I think about Thunderlane, or Quibble, or Big Mac, or... uhhh... Twilight, your broth—

We can skip whatever detail that was about to be, Dash.

Got it. I started rubbing myself. This wasn't like usual. I love sex, I love masturbation. I've never been shy about that. Usually, I cum in a hurry. I know what buttons to press for myself, right? But... I was still really, really scared. There was that terror, in the background that I could die. What if the spell didn't break? How much was it going to hurt when Quibble penetrated me?

I was wet, but I didn't have that... that pilot light that's usually lit when I start a solo round. I rubbed my clit but it wasn't doing anything.

"You're frowning, Dash," Clear Sky said to me as I rubbed.

I just nodded.

"Not feeling it?"

I shook my head.

Clear Sky smiled at me. "Come join us. You can reach his balls if you stand on your hind legs."

I hopped, gliding down to the floor and stood, my forehooves on the edge of the chair, which put my face right in their crotches. My head spun, suddenly seeing a perspective I never expected. Clear's tail alone was longer than my body, and Quibble's balls individually bigger than my skull. I shook myself, trying to clear my head, and took a deep breath.

Wow. Her smell swirled around me. Closing my eyes, I leaned in and brushed Quibble's ballsack with my snout. Clear Sky's juices transferred from his fur to my nose and I poked out my tongue and licked her flavor off myself.

It exploded, in my sinuses, on my tongue. I'd never tasted another mare before and something—like honey, but more complex. And Quibble, well, I know he's married, but I've always liked him. There are days, days I wish it had worked out between him and me, right? I'm glad he's happy with Clear and Wind... but there are days I'm lonely, ya know?

"Don't thrust down too hard," I said to Clear Sky, with a nervous little chuckle, "Or my head might end up in your butt."

"Only Quibble gets in there," she said.

She pressed up with her hind legs until just his tip was inside her. I could see all the muscles in her rump and her pussy contracting as she clenched on his tip, all those inches and inches and inches of stallion meat just trembling and glistening with her juices right in front of me.

I stretched my neck forward and licked. Starting at the base of his cock, I dragged my tongue up. Did I mention he's huge?

The mixture of his taste—which I remembered from back when he and I dated—and hers was, well, how to describe? I know this doesn't make sense, but something told me I was just tasting love. It was clear how good a match for each other those two were, and I hated that I was getting in between them.

Quibble shuddered as I licked up his shaft, and then Clear Sky gave a little squeak when I brushed her lips with my nose.

"Keep this up, Dash," Clear Sky said. She hitched up a leg, swinging it over me, and popped off Quibble's shaft.

I yelped as her magic grabbed me, around my belly and under my crotch. I've slept with two unicorns before, and they both used magic down there on me, but always while... uh... you know, they had their faces between my thighs, right? So I expected the magic then. Clear Sky, just picking me up? Surprise! Her magic was different from Sunburst's or Party Favor's. Sunburst's magic almost felt like the paper in an old book, and Party Favor's like the smooth rubber of a balloon... or a dildo. Clear Sky's? It was like a cloud.

You... you slept with Sunburst?

Yeah, who hasn't? Ha! Twilight, you should see your face. Just ask him, he called me your name at least twice by accident. He wants you bad. Anyway, Clear Sky's magic felt soft, damp like a cloud, and I couldn't tell if the wetness she left behind was from the cloud or from myself.

She gave me a boost so that I could stand on the seat of Quibble's chair. To catch my balance, I hugged around his cock but was barely able to wrap my forelegs around it. My face pressed against his tip, my chest and belly touched the underside of his shaft, and my vulva pressed up against his left ball.

His whole body shuddered and his eyes popped open, looking down at me. I smiled up at him and rubbed my cheeks against his tip. The skin of his tip, so soft, almost velvety, but throbbed and steel-hard underneath. I was, Twi, I was getting so wet, just dripping. I hopped up just enough that I was sitting on his left ball. I could barely wrap my hind legs around it, but I did, and started rubbing myself on it.

"Oh, oh that's nice," he said.

The fur on his ballsack was fluffy-soft, like a puppy's fur, but also sopping wet with Clear Sky's juices. It rubbed against my clit and my labia with this texture, somehow because I knew it was his wife's wetness, and I was rubbing it off of him and into me... it burned like lava on my snatch and my inner thighs, and I hugged tighter against his shaft, soaking my belly and my chest and my throat with her juices. I craned my neck just enough to reach his very tip and ran my tongue around his... well, his very tip, his opening, right? And he started shaking, leaned back on the chair and moaned. He gave a little spasm and a drop of pre-cum soaked my snout and made me sneeze.

By then, my rubbing was really getting me hot. The Clear Sky-soaked fuzz on his balls was like rubbing silk across myself. My clit throbbed, and my lips were just... just swollen with excitement. His balls throbbed with his heartbeat. My heart was pounding, so fast, probably from the hex and being so small, but my insides clenched up and I came, and just as his pre-cum was getting all over my face I gave a little sound that was just like a mouse squeaking and my wings went all stiff and my tail flagged straight up and I squirted this tiny little drop of my juices on his balls and usually I'm really, really a squirter, right? When Quibble and I dated, I would soak him when I came. He always had to have a shower afterwards, but it didn't even register because I was so small and he was already so wet from Clear Sky.

"Oh, somepony looks ready," Clear Sky said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder just as she levitated a futon onto the floor. "Oh, yeah," I replied. "I'm not—not getting any readier than this."

Clear's rump wiggled as her tail swished back and forth. "You liked my taste."

"Well—" I started, then paused. I didn't know what to say. After a second, still hugging tightly to his cock, I just nodded.

She lowered herself to the futon, belly-down, and spread her legs and raised her tail, then looked over her withers, staring into my eyes with a slight smile. "Let's get this thing done."

My heart pounded in my chest. I could already tell my body was different, weird now, and my blood pounded at the bases of my wings, this throb-throb I never had experienced before, some difference in my proportions or my size or my who-knew-what from the curse. Is that what guys' erections feel like? That sorta throb as blood flowed into my wings but had trouble getting back out? My wings were so stiff I wasn't going to be able to fly to Clear Sky and the futon, and I was reluctant to hop off the chair, since I wasn't sure what kind of landing my smaller leg bones could take. "Quibble? Put me on the floor."

He blinked dreamily at me and another little tiny drop of pre-cum dribbled from his tip. Before I could stop myself, I ran my tongue up along his opening, the slit at his very tip, collecting the drop, and his whole body shivered. I had to squeeze tighter around his cock to avoid falling off.

"What?" he said.

"Put me on the floor."

He put a forehoof under my belly and steadied my back with the other and set me on my hooves.

I spread my back legs wide. Dampness ran from my rear hooves up to my throat. I was absolutely soaked with Clear Sky's juices that had been on Quibble and my fur absorbed when I hugged around his cock.

Honestly, I looked like I'd been swimming, my underside was so wet. There was this sort of tingle where her juices wet my pussy and my clit. I don't think it was real, I think the tingle was in my head, but it sure seemed real. It was—it was the first time I'd touched another mare's, ya know, fluids, and I kinda liked it.

Clear's tail swished and she winked at me. "Are you coming?"

Wait, did she wink her eye or her vulva?

Yes. Slowly, I approached her, walking around some scattered toys Wind Sprint had left on the floor of the living room. Stepping up onto the futon, I needed to spread my legs a little wider to keep my balance on the soft cushion.

Clear's pussy was right there, in front of me, just pink and wet and glistening and huge like the continental divide but she wasn't that big, I was just small, and the smell swirled around me, this smell like honey but also like... I don't know what. Something deep inside me responded to it. My own clit and asshole throbbed as I watched her asshole clenching in time with the swishing of her tail.

I lowered my snout and sniffed, eyes closing and my wings flaring high. One more shuffling step forward, and my nose brushed against her clit. She squeaked and her pussy throbbed, some more juices playing across her folds.

It was now or never, I figured, and I clamped my mouth over her clit. It was so huge! Or, well, I was so small. It filled my mouth, pulsing with her heartbeat, so hot and filling my mouth like... like... heck, it was like sucking a cock, almost, given the relative sizes!

So I licked and sucked and just closed my eyes and wow, that really got me the last little bit ready. Clear started whimpering as her own climax started building and her juices dripped down, over my snout, soaking my muzzle, getting into my eyes and making me blink, dripping off of my chin, and knowing I was making her about to cum, that made my own pussy light up, I was dripping, throbbing, it was winking at Quibble, standing behind us.

"Like what you see, Lover?" Clear Sky said over her shoulder, almost purring the words at Quibble.

"Meep," he replied.

With a pop I pulled my mouth off her clit. I closed my eyes for a second and ran my tongue over my lips, just gathering her taste.

The curse book had said that part of breaking the spell required that I—that I orgasm. So I was suffering some real performance anxiety, as bad as the Best Young Flier competition. How was I supposed to cum when cumming was the difference between life and death?

Could I just... just forget everything that's happening and simply ride the moment?

I had to try.

"Okay," I said. "Okay. I'm—I'm as wet as I'm likely to get."

"This reminds me of Daring Do and the—"

"Quibble, shush," Clear and I said in harmony.

With my mouth away from Clear's snatch, my own motor was idling, or even losing a little steam, so I leaned back in and licked from her clit up along her slit, dragging my tongue between her folds and letting it poke up inside her. The juices from deeper in tasted different, thicker, stronger, less sweet but still so good.

With my face right there, I noticed again how her... her... uh... her labia were different than others I'd seen. I leaned by head over and started sucking on them, all thick and soft and pliable, but with this firmness... I couldn't stop myself, I nibbled, getting my teeth onto them and she giggled and squirmed and another gush of her juices drenched me, getting my ears and my shoulders. That... that, well, that... getting soaked with somepony's else's pussy juice, that was so unlike anything I'd ever even fantasized about! It really turned me on in this new way, new to me...

Dash! I said hooves where I can see them. Don't masturbate while I depose you.

Twilight? No. I've gotta rub off if you want me to tell this story.

Fine.

Gaaaah! [Transcriptionist's note: a wet squelching noise is heard.] Whoo. Okay. Okay. Whoo!

I'll have Spike incinerate your chair. Continue.

Okay, so Quibble's forehooves stepped down, just inside Clear's splayed thighs and outside my shoulders, his mass looming over me. He's a big earth stallion, easily twice my weight when I'm normal sized, and really strong. When I was raccoon-sized? He loomed over me, like an eclipse of the sun. I was in shadow, since the room was lit by an overhead light.

"Dash... Dash, are you sure?" Quibble asked.

I pulled my face off Clear's pussy and nodded. "Yeah. Do it now, before I wise up."

"Slow or fast?"

"Just pop in hard. If you take it slow I might change my mind."

"Apologies in advance."

"You can do this, Dash," Clear Sky said. "Eat pussy and think of Equestria."

I flipped my tail to the side and the cool air of the room hit my pussy, and wow, was it soaked. I was just—I don't think I've ever been that hot, honestly. And it was a good thing, knowing what was about to happen, right?

Quibble lowered his body, the fuzz of his chest brushing the top of my head and my back. He rested his chin on Clear's spine, just above the base of her tail, and she closed her eyes and gave this contented mmmmmmm sound as he touched her.

He hunched down, his rear almost on the floor to line his cock up with me. I just closed my eyes and started licking up and down Clear's opening, letting the flavor and the smell fill my world, trying to ignore the sensation of all that stallion meat now pressing up against my pussy. I knew it was just inches, but from my perspective—goodness, I was so tiny. It was more than my wingspan of cock aiming for me. He pushed forward just a little and my lips stretched as his tip tried to get in. At least he was lubed!

Clear's juices on his tip, mixing with mine, smearing across my pussy, that set me off. Never—I never did a threesome before, and my fantasies along those lines had been me and two stallions, right? I never even thought about me and a stallion and another mare, so all of the sudden, another mare's juices smeared across my clit and my lips and all over me, my whole body just clenched and I had this tiny little orgasm and I squirted on him—I'm a squirter, okay, can you remove that from the transcript, though?—and I got my tiny little squirt all over his giant tip.

He throbbed against me, Clear's pussy throbbing against my face, I opened my eyes and her tight pink asshole was right there in front of me, throbbing, and my own body was clenching and my own pussy throbbing, and it was like all three of us were in time with each other, our heartbeats all synchronized, it's like we were one pony, something so deep and intimate, the three of us having sex together—

And then he just thrusted forward, my pussy didn't open, so he just pushed me head-first into Clear's vagina, deeper than the base of my wings.

What?!

Just, schloop! And my face slammed into Clear's cervix like hitting a brick wall. And that's not a metaphor, I have slammed headfirst into plenty of brick walls, thankyouverymuch. It stunned me for a second and I tried to gasp and just got a nose and mouth full of her juices, no air, because I was clear up Clear's vagina. She screamed, the sound was muffled but unmistakable. I was surrounded by hot and wet and black and no air and her heartbeat thudded in my ears and I tried to flap but my wings were clamped tight to my sides, and my forelegs were tight to my barrel, and even worse, when, when, when I slammed all the way into Clear Sky and stopped, Quibble's cock just kept going and finally popped into me.

Dash—oh no.

The first thing I noticed was how much it hurt. My hip bones stretched wide and my tail went stupid, flippity-flappiting. Everything below my wings just flamed as he reamed me out, just filling me and it was like all my organs were getting pushed out of the way. And you think my head-butting Clear's cervix hurt? Don't even get me started on how he felt rammed up against my cervix! And, and, and, and... Twilight, please turn off the recorder for this next part.

You know I can't.

Ugggh. He was so big, he crammed into me and made me so full... I tried not to, Twilight. I tried so hard. I clenched down those muscles, I bit my tongue. My tail tried to slap down but it just hit his cock, and despite my best try... I peed on him. His cock just smashed my bladder flat inside my body! I couldn't help it. I just let go with this tiny little stream, soaking the futon under where my crotch was smashed down by the weight of his cock.

He didn't say anything about it later, and right then he and Clear were shouting because I was wings-deep up her vag so maybe they didn't even notice, maybe he thought I was just squirting again, since he'd really liked being able to make me squirt, back when we dated two years again, but I just... peed everywhere.

It was so humiliating.

I'm sorry, Dash.

[Transcriptionist's note: fifty-eight seconds of dead air.]

Anyway, where was I? Right. I could only hear Quibble's words as an indistinct rumble, but I could make out Clear's words well enough.

"Quibble! Quibble, stop!" Clear shouted.

Quibble replied something. I squirmed, trying to get out, since I couldn't breathe, because I was up inside Clear.

"Pull out!" Clear shouted.

Quibble popped out of me, and the pain went way down, my whole body snapping back into place. I stopped dribbling pee when his cock stopped pressing my bladder flat against my pubic bone.

"Grab her tail and I'll squeeze," Clear said.

Quibble bit my tail and Clear's whole vag clamped down on me like I was the toothpaste in a tube, her soft, velvety walls pressing all around me, she squeezed so hard that the little bit of air left in my lungs blew out my nose into her channel. Her heat and her wetness were just soaking my coat. I had my mouth and my eyes clenched shut but Clear Sky still filled my nose and that was... I won't say it was hot, but I didn't hate it, either.

Quibble yanked, Clear squeezed, and I flew halfway across the room, spinning and landing on the carpet and dripping Clear's juices and, I hope they didn't realize, the last of my own pee.

I gasped in a deep breath and hopped to my hooves. Her juices dripped from me, and I looked like I'd been dunked in a lake from nose to just above the cutie marks, my fur and feathers sopping and matted.

"Dash!" Quibble shouted. "Are-are you okay? I'm sorry."

I shook like a dog, Clear Sky's pussy juices flying all over. I made a mental note to send them the bits to pay for a carpet shampooing—it was the least I could do.

That explains the smell, at least.

Twilight, you told me we had to do this deposition before I could shower.

I was probably wrong about that, but we might as well finish at this point.

Twilight, ya think? "Well," I said, looking at them, "Maybe Clear Sky should hold my shoulders so I don't move so far when Quibble goes in."

They looked at each other. I walked back to the futon—I didn't have any idea if I could fly with pussy-juice soaked feathers—and laid my chest down and put my rump up. I was careful to avoid the puddle I'd left.

"Let's get this over with," I said.

Clear turned around and lowered herself to her belly, nose to nose with me. "You're being very brave," she said. "You've got to be terrified."

I nodded.

She kissed me, right on the mouth. Which was—I'd never been kissed by another mare before, and her mouth was about the size of my whole head! And I was totally sopping with her juices. Heck, I'd been headbutting her cervix not a minute before!

"I hope that didn't hurt," I said. "Me being up..."

She chuckled. "Wind Sprint's head circumference was ninety-ninth percentile. You were fine."

"I—" I started, then took a breath. I could tell my pilot light was going out. I raised my tail and the cool of the room air wasn't as evident. I was losing my mareboner, and without being really hot, Quibble wasn't going to be able to get in me, and part of breaking the spell required that I cum, too.

So I kissed Clear Sky back.

Her tongue slid out, along my jawline, and I just shuddered, squirming, as gooseflesh broke out down my back, down the backs of my legs to my hind hooves, and my feathers all just poofed straight out. Her tongue gathered her juices off the underside of my chin and I just moaned as she pushed every button I had.

Then Quibble's tongue pushed my tail to the side and played up and down my other lips. He's—he's good at eating pussy, right? Back when we dated, he always made sure I... uh... you know, satisfaction, right? He's a really good lover.

I was about to say Don't lick my pussy I just peed! when his big, sloppy, soft tongue brushed across my little tiny clit and my brain just melted. My legs collapsed and I landed on my belly on the futon. He bore down with his tongue and Clear Sky nibbled on my withers, getting her own juices off my back, and the two together—I came.

My wings flapped, splashing them both in the face with Clear's fluids, my body clenched and my clit just throbbed against his tongue, I squirted again, and I gasped for breath.

"You're ready," Clear said.

I just nodded.

She brushed her lips against my snout again and pressed her forehooves against my shoulders. Her horn lit and magic pressed down on my back, from neck to the base of my tail. "This okay?"

"Yeah," I said.

"She won't move, now, Quibble. Go ahead."

His tongue broke contact with my pussy and he stepped forward, planting his forehooves to either side of my head, again, and pressed his tip against me.

"Did it hurt?" Quibble asked.

"Nope," I lied. I'm a Wonderbolt. Wonderbolts are impervious to physical discomfort, right?

"Liar," Clear Sky said.

"Maybe a little?" I said.

Quibble pushed against me, stretching me out. It was—it was just as bad, just as tight as the first time. He was pushing me forward, against Clear's hooves, not pushing me open.

"Don't let it hurt," Clear whispered. "You're a strong mare. Take it and make it yours. You know, I was born in Cloudsdale? First unicorn in at least ten generations of my extended family. So there's something I know. I know when I see a strong mare who can conquer a storm. And you're that mare. Take Quibble the way you would take a tornado headed for a schoolhouse full of innocent foals. Dominate it."

I nodded and rammed my butt backwards, pushing off all four legs, and forced him into me.

The pop echoed across the room.

It hurt—but not as much as earlier, because Clear Sky was right. This was like fighting a storm cloud, and I knew the only way to do that was to take charge, to be the attacker, to bend the storm to my will, not to let the storm toss me around.

The way to do this was to be the boss.

I pushed back farther, driving him deeper, his massive stallion meat filling me, splitting me open, and I told myself that I loved it. I've always looked for colts or stallions with big cocks, ever since I was a horny teenager. I've never been shy about liking huge meat. I've never been shy about tackling my partner and fucking him senseless if he wasn't being fast enough for me.

"Yeah," I whispered, and pushed him even deeper into me. He absolutely filled me, my legs trembled from the extra weight of holding up his cock on top of the weight of my own body, but I was wet, I was turned on, I was getting kissed by a mare for the first time in my life, and I had the biggest cock I'd even encountered—well, proportionately—inside me.

I enjoyed it.

"You feel me?" I asked and clenched my muscles down on him. "Feel how wet and turned on I am?"

"Y-yeah," he said, a deep rumble above me.

Although I hated how squeaky and high-pitched my voice was, I knew I had to make sure he understood I was in charge now. "Don't you dare cum before I do!"

His cock throbbed inside me. How deep was he? I looked over my withers, past the soft green-blue glow of Clear Sky's magic holding my back down, and saw he was barely in past his tip! Four-fifths of his cock was still outside me.

"Hey, Clear Sky? Magic my clit," I commanded.

And a second glow appeared around my rear end; she didn't just magic my clit, she got my clit, and my lips, and my asshole, too, a soft buzz and warm tingle across all of my nether regions. My eyes shut and I just exhaled, this giant breath going out and I pushed farther back, taking in another few inches of Quibble and pressing my nethers against Clear's magic.

So I just—I just held that, for a few seconds, and enjoyed it. The biggest stallion meat of my life, the biggest stallion meat I'll ever have, filling me, spreading my pussy as wide as it's ever been and throbbing inside me, giving me this wonderful fullness... Twi, are you a virgin?

We're not talking about me, Dash.

Riiiiight. Well, that feeling, so full, and then Clear Sky kissed me again, the strangeness of another mare's lips and tongue on my tongue, and her magic touching me where I burned with my juices and her transferred juices, and she was really rubbing my butthole with her magic and that was new, too, I'd never done butt stuff before, never let a stallion touch my asshole before, so getting that for the first time, and Clear Sky knew exactly how to rub my clit. Clockwise and counterclockwise, up and down, never settling into a pattern, everything merged together, like dipping the bottom half of my body in lava.

My body knew what it wanted, and it wanted to fuck. My pussy was stretching out, the pain less with every heartbeat. I could feel my abdominals clenching around Quibble's cock and around my own... uh... inside mare parts...

Uterus.

Yeah, I just don't like that word. I looked under myself and saw the outline of his cock throbbing through my belly and...

And...

And that's when I started cumming. I clenched hard around him and squirted, not pee this time but my own marecum, all over Clear's magic and over the bottom of his dick.

I pulled forward and now, thanks to me, he was so wet he just slid out smoothly until the flare of his tip caught at the opening to my vag. His flare spread out my pussy even more and Clear Sky kissed me more deeply and bore in with her magic on my other lips, and I took a second to breathe as my body adjusted to suddenly being empty.

Then I slammed back, pushing off of Clear's forehooves, and took him in even deeper. I screamed, my Luna that felt so good as he refilled me and he whinnied and Clear licked under my chin, getting me all sloppy and her eyes closing as she tasted her own juices from my fur.

My whole body shook, from the tip of my nose and then down to the tip of my tail, like a dog shaking off water, from the sensation of him refilling me.

It was so much better, easier, even if I was still only getting a fraction of his dick inside me. Forward again until his tip caught my opening once more, and this time Clear's magic pressed into my butt instead of playing with my lips and I came again, that sensation of my ass's tightness getting spread by soft, warm magic, and then I pushed back slowly instead of slamming him in.

He was flaring bigger, his tip growing, so sliding back slowly let every inch of my pussy experienced him pushing along it, snowplowing that giant tip down the velvet of my insides, and I kneaded the futon's cushion with my forelegs as I took him in, one hair's breadth at a time, and when he bottomed out, that long and slow insertion stroke ending against my womb, I just came with the biggest orgasm of my life! I squirted and my ears went straight up, clenching my pussy down around him. I bit Clear's tongue, getting the taste of her mouth and her magic drove deep into my butt, just filling me even more and making the sensation of Quibble filling me all the stronger as her magic also bore down so hard onto my clit a second orgasm washed over the first.

I just shook and shook, clenching my pussy on his cock and my ass around her magic, and then this massive new sensation hit me. Inside me, I felt, I felt, I felt... it was like a balloon was blowing up in the middle of my belly. Quibble's tail thrashed. I tried to jerk forward, off his cock, but his knees pressed against my head, holding me in place, suddenly he was dominating me, preventing me from moving, holding the tip of his cock against the base of my womb and I realized he was flaring as he came. His tip—I'd given him blowjobs, when he and I dated two years ago. His tip grew to double or triple its usual size when he came, but I hadn't been thinking about that! My whole belly stretched as his tip expanded inside me and then with this loud squelch sound and a sharp pain, he just filled me, cumming and his cock flared with every spurt, waves of pain that also felt kind of good as every one of his squirts stretched me out and the heat of his stallion load painted my insides, he was so tight that his load pushed my whole insides around, and between being so full and him throbbing and Clear's magic in my ass and rubbing my clit I screamed, pointing my nose at the ceiling and howling like a wolf at the moon as I had this last climax, and then he was done and he let go of my shoulders and backed away, pulling his cock out of me with this pop sound, and then his cum splattered onto the futon from me and the smell of cum and pussy just overwhelmed me.

I flopped down, wings and legs limp, and closed my eyes. Clear Sky's magic collapsed, the tingle down my back and around my rump disappearing. I was lying in a puddle of cum and other fluids, soaking my coat, but I didn't care.

Quibble flopped next to me and Clear Sky snuggled up next to him.

"Dash?" Quibble said. "I'm sorry, I bet that hurt."

My entire body throbbed, both the wonderful tingly-numb of a fading orgasm and the muscle pain of a brutal workout mixed together. "It's... it was mostly good," I said, possibly truthfully, "and it needed to be done."

"Did it work?" Clear asked.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on my body. Even my hooves were tingling, the tips of my ears burned like somepony had dipped them in icy-spicy muscle-ache cream.

Magic ran up and down my coat, my skin, through my guts and up my wings and down my legs. A soft magic, but a good one, almost like... almost like a massage at the Spa, like when they work your tightness out of your shoulders and down your leg and out of you.

My ribs, my neck, my cutie marks, everything tingled. The soft fabric of the futon's cover crinkled under me as my body grew. It didn't hurt, just a magical buzz.

I don't know how long that lasted, maybe five minutes? When I opened my eyes, perspective was right. I glanced at those two, and we were the same size they had previously been. Before tonight.

I sighed in relief. "Quibble, Clear? Thanks. You literally saved my life."

"It was a one-time thing, Dash," Clear said. "Don't think we're a ménage à trois."

I stood and nodded. I tried to speak but my mouth was too dry, I needed a drink.

"Dash, are you on birth control?" Clear asked in a very stern voice.

"Yeah, of course. Wonderbolt requirement."

"See a doctor tomorrow, anyway, and be sure the curse didn't interfere. We did you a favor, do not get pregnant. That's your return favor to us."

"Okay," I said. "That's fair."

Clear's horn lit again, her magic rolling Quibble onto his back. His hips splayed open wide and that massive cock flopped against his belly.

She climbed over him, her forehooves planted by his flanks, her rear legs by his head, and lowered her pussy to his face and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, licking his dribbling cum and my juices. Her magic cradled his balls.

I realized I was seeing something very private, two ponies who loved each other deeply, two ponies who—my little accident notwithstanding—were perfectly fine with just each other in their private time, till death would they part. Ponies who didn't need a third pony in bed to be happy.

I tiphooved to the door and snuck out.

Under the open sky, I raised my tail and let the night breeze play across my rump. Pussy juice and cum slowly dried, matted in my fur, and I knew I needed a shower. I was soaked from my anus to my chin. I planned to flap into town, tell Fluttershy to keep Wind Sprint for another hour or two, and then fly home to Ponyville to get that shower and talk to you.

As I turned nose-on to the wind, bent my knees, and flared my wings to fly, A. K. Yearling—shrunken to the size of a raccoon—dropped out of the sky and landed.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. "Dang, you too?" I said.

She flicked her wings. In a squeaky voice she asked, "The cure worked?"

I just nodded my head yes, then I pointed at the bushes. "I suggest you pee first."

That's, uh, that's the story, Twilight.

Okay Dash, thank you. Go take a shower and get some sleep. See a doctor in the morning.

Later, Twilight.

[Transcriptionist's notes: sounds of hoofsteps and door. Several minutes of the sounds of moaning, grunting, and wet squelching.]

Ah, shit, I didn't stop the rec—