Fan Service

“Alright, newbie, you drew the short straw this year,” Spitfire grumbled as she looked across her office desk at Rainbow Dash squirming excitedly in her chair. “You and me are in charge of making sure the summer Fan Appreciation event goes off without a hitch.”

“Awe, yeah!” Rainbow Dash hoofpumped. “It’s time for the public to show how much they love the newest, coolest Wonderbolt!” Standing on hind hooves atop her chair, she performed an excited dance, wiggling her petite hips back and forth.

Spitfire shook her head with annoyance at her underling’s enthusiasm. “You’ve got it backwards, Rainbow Crash. This is our chance to show the fans how much we appreciate them.”

“Oh, that’s cool, too...” Dash admitted begrudgingly, slowly retaking her seat. “Heck, any fan of the one and only Rainbow Dash deserves to be rewarded for their excellent taste.” The headstrong pegasus swiftly warmed to her Captain’s idea, now that she’d found a way to make the day centre around her. “Yeah, it’s about time I gave something back! When do we start?”

“We start right now.” The Captain of the Wonderbolts set a diagram on an easel and held a pointer in one wing, a common posture which Dash remembered from many a mission briefing. Spitfire pointed to a drawing of a tight fitting latex uniform much like the suit she and Dash wore during their performances — albeit this one was glowing a sinister green. “This is our official Fan Appreciation Day uniform,” she told her fellow pegasus.

“Eeee!” Rainbow Dash squeed, hooves to her head. “Brand new uniforms — so awesome! That creepy green glow will make us look badass!”

“The green glow comes from changeling magic,” Spitfire explained. “Once we change into the uniforms, they’ll transform us into inanimate sex dolls for a period of 12 hours.”

“Inanimate sex dolls, eh?” Dash noted, frantically scribbling in her Wonderbolts notebook. “Hrm, sex is awesome, but dolls are super lame. I guess it all comes down to what ‘inanimate’ means...”

Spitfire rolled her eyes, resolving to simply press forward with her briefing. “Once our transformations are complete, the fans will be set loose into our locker room, and have their way with us. We’ll be spending the rest of today getting rammed full of sweaty rando cocks, and filled with pent up fanboy cum.”

“W-wait a second...” Dash paused, glanced over her notes, then raised a hoof. “I have an obvious, yet awesome, question.”

“No, you can’t get out of it,” Spitfire sighed. “It’s part of the standard Wonderbolts contract we all signed.” She looked over at her wall of awards, which contained a number of suspiciously phallic trophies from Fan Appreciation Days past.

“B-but why do I need a special uniform? I already know how to have sex, why can’t I just fuck some fans?”

“Fuck our fans?” Spitfire squawked. “Where’d you get that dumb idea — the Washouts? We’re the Wonderbolts! We’re celebrities! We have reputations to uphold!”

“We do?” Rainbow Dash scratched her head.

“We’re supposed to be the best flyers in Equestria, not a bunch of cocksucking sluts!”

“Oopsy...” Rainbow Dash flipped backwards in her notebook to the notes she’d taken on her very first day as a Wonderbolt. “NOT a bunch of cocksucking sluts...” she corrected.

“Today’s the day our fans get to hang out in the real Wonderbolts locker room and pretend they’re fucking us,” Spitfire explained. “But as far as they know, we’re just a couple of sex toys supplied by the team management. Sex toys who look like Spitfire and Rainbow Dash, and nothing more.”

“OK, seems kinda weird, but I’m sure it’ll make sense once I get turned a blowup doll!” Rainbow Dash shrugged. At least she’d get laid today... “Lead the way, Captain!”

Following a quick flight to that fabled locker room, Rainbow Dash and Spitfire took a brief shower to ensure their dollified forms would be free of dirt and blemishes. Spitfire then brought the two magical uniforms from her locker where they hung, and hoofed a suit to her partner. Rainbow Dash quivered with excitement as she took the garment, hoping that that Spitfire wouldn’t detect her growing arousal.

For this naughty assignment was a welcome backdoor into Rainbow Dash’s top fantasy of all time! For years, she’d dreamed of being used by a harem of slobbering, worshipful, ideally attractive super-fans. The only thing holding her back from pulling a dozen groupies at every Wonderbolts performance was Twilight’s incessant slut shaming, ringing in her ears. “We Element bearers have to set a good example! Blah blah blah, I’m Twilight Sparkle, princess of being a nerd virgin loser!” If Rainbow Dash had to disguise herself as a sex doll to get properly gangbanged without consequences, then sex doll it was! Fuck, yeah!

“Hey, erm, Spitfire,” Rainbow Dash spoke up, a thin stream of drool escaping her lips. “If this isn’t your thing, I can do Fan Appreciation Day all by myself.” Please say yes, please say yes... she silently begged.

“Listen up, newbie,” Spitfire growled. “You and I are doing this together, for two reasons. First, a Wonderbolt never lets her partner down. We always stick together. Second, Fan Appreciation Day is the hottest sex I have all year. No way am I passing this up!”

“B-but if it just turns us into dolls, are we even the ones having sex?” Rainbow Dash hadn’t even considered the possibility that she might actually feel physical pleasure from this experience. For her, Fan Appreciation Day was all about gratifying a much more powerful drive — her ego!

“Magical dolls,” Spitfire corrected. “These suits basically transform your body into a huge rubber clit.” Hopping from one hind leg to another as juice dribbled down her thighs, the orange maned mare seemed antsy and very much in need of this long awaited sexual relief. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I swear, Crash, you’ll maregasm just from having a dick shoved down your throat.”

Rainbow Dash scratched her head. “W-wait, is that not normal?” But Spitfire was already zipping up her own uniform, concealing her rock solid body beneath a sheen of shiny rubber. Rainbow Dash watched with shock as changeling magic swiftly went to work on her Captain, reshaping it for the pleasure of her horny fans.

In seconds, Spitfire’s muscular body softened and ballooned into an overly sexualized form. Four bulges emerged from the liquid latex that bubbled at her hindquarters, swelling to form the outlines of a ludicrously large set of dangling mommy milkers, and a plot so large that no pegasus alive could have taken flight, with that thing dragging her down! Rainbow Dash might have been alarmed at this sudden change to the mare she looked up to, were it not for the deep moan of pleasure that rumbled in Spitfire’s throat as the transformation took hold.

That moan was cut off suddenly as the dollification effect swirled around Spitfire’s muzzle, transforming her vivid mane into a spiky design painted atop a smooth round head, and fixing her eyes in place with a thousand yard stare. Spitfire’s trademark sunglasses softened and melted, reduced to a drawing atop her fully latexified face. The mare’s jaw stretched wide open and her lips blossomed outwards to fill the vacant space between: lips that were plump, pouting, and ready to be fed some cock.

Finally all movement and transformation ceased, the suit’s transformative mission having completed. The transformed Captain of the Wonderbolts stood perfectly still before Rainbow Dash: a silent sex doll, waiting for use.

Not wishing to be outdone, Rainbow Dash swiftly squeezed her petite body into her own tightly fitting suit. She was overcome with a wave of pleasure as changeling magic went to work on her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her slim plot swiftly blew up into a juicy set of flanks that rivalled even Pinkie Pie’s ever-clapping dumptruck.

No sooner was that first stallion pleasing transformation complete, than a huge set of sweater-zeppelins dropped abruptly from Rainbow Dash’s undercarriage. The petite mosquito bites which she called her crotchtits were replaced by a set of gigadonkahonkers more appropriate to a professional stripper than a Wonderbolt. Fortunately, the material of Dash’s dollified body was much lighter than her usual muscular horseflesh: thus she was able to stay on her hooves even as her ass and teats ballooned beyond reason to total a majority of her body weight.

Seen from the front, a pony might still recognize Rainbow Dash, the svelte, tomboyish hero known to all of Equestria. Yet seen from the back she might as well be known as “Dolly Dash,” an utterly objectified bimbo made of 100% latex, plastic and silicone. Dolly Dash’s rainbow tail was permanently raised, exposing a pussy and plothole which had been converted into identical onaholes. One atop the other, the twin dickpleasers silently reported for duty, unwinking yet well lubricated and eager to serve.

Even now the suit’s transformation was only half complete. It continued to work its magic, swirling around Rainbow Dash’s barrel and cinching it like the tightest of corsets. Dash groaned out as her already slim midsection was squeezed down to something hardly wider than a hoofspan, but her sounds of arousal were silenced as her vocal cords were rubberized, converted into internal ridges for the pleasure of the cocks she was destined to deepthroat. Her eyes grew dull and silent, mere magenta circles dotting the surface of an inflatable doll. Her mouth bloomed bright red with lubricating lipstick, and her lips plumped out and puckered in a permanent kiss, an obscene flower that signalled the entrance to her third and final onahole.

What had once been the muzzle of a sassy pegasus mare was now an open invitation to a face fucking: an oral cocksleeve, connected to the orifice hidden between Rainbow Dash’s mountainous ass cheeks by a tight and lubricated rubber tube that ran the length of her barrel. Whichever end of this sex toy he chose to use, the stallion so lucky as to hilt himself in this doll would find no pesky “internal organs” to give him pause in his mighty thrusts. Why, an especially hung male might be able to push his cock all the way through Rainbow Dash’s body, popping his cock out the clasping sleeve at her other end and doubling his pleasure!

Just as the transformation reached the twitching tip of Rainbow Dash’s nose, leaving her entirely motionless, the freshly dollified mare heard a door unlock behind her. The air was filled with the chatter of ponies as they entered the locker room. Most had the deep voices of stallions, but there also seemed to be a few mares who sought to fulfil a Wonderbolts locker room fantasy. Rainbow Dash tried to turn her head to cheerfully greet her groupies, but found herself completely paralyzed, unable to do anything but stare down Spitfire’s similarly transformed and silent body. They’d just have to let their holes do the talking!

“I can’t believe we get a Rainbow Dash doll this year!” one stallion cheered.

“Yeah, Rainbow Dash is the best!” another agreed. Naturally, upon hearing this, Dash’s ego swelled almost as large as her new and unwieldy teats. “I’m gonna treat this doll just like the one in my cum jar at home!”

“I’ve been waiting for years to cum inside Rainbow Dash!” a mare with a squeaky voice cried excitedly. Dash suddenly felt a commanding presence atop her. A petite set of yellow front legs straddled her withers, and a massive mare-flare nudged at the flower of her twat lips. “Ever since flight school! I’m finally going to take what’s mine, and CRUSH this tiny blue cunt!”

W-wait... was Rainbow Dash’s last thought before the dickmare atop her spread her pussy wide with fat marecock. Is that Fluttershy’s voice? Any further reflection was impossible, as an abrupt penetration of her vaginal onahole sent Rainbow Dash soaring into a realm of brain melting ecstasy. After all, she was here to have her rubber cheeks plapped, not to think. If shy little Fluttershy wanted a piece of this oversized ass, she was just as welcome to it as any other mare or stallion!

Before Rainbow Dash’s unmoving and unblinking eyes, an earth pony stallion wearing a Wonderbolts T-shirt reared up and mounted Spitfire. He groaned with long awaited relief as he pumped his dick up the sex sleeve that had replaced her puckered plothole. Rainbow Dash hazily admired her fellow toy as the stallion’s large cock-bulge slowly made its way up Spitfire’s tightened barrel.

Meanwhile the dickmare who was fucking Dash (it couldn’t be Fluttershy... could it???) had pierced her flexible cervix and invaded her womb, pushing in as far as she could go. Yet still countless inches of mare-meat were left uncuddled by Dash’s artificial cunt. However how hard and vigorously the mysterious dickmare rammed her shlong into Rainbow Dash’s rubber gash, it seemed there was a maximum depth to a sex doll’s womb.

No such limitations applied to Spitfire’s ass, however. The stallion who’d chosen Spitfire vigorously fucked his chosen doll, his mane flying wildly as he plunged deeper into her. He sent inch after inch of fat stallion prick pressing up Spitfire’s overinflated body... bulging out her barrel... then her throat...

With a loud plop, Spitfire’s jaw gaped open and the stallion’s flare emerged from her widened mouth, even as he hilted in her ass and his balls slapped her rubber cunt lips. Several inches of veiny stallionhood now protruded from between Spitfire’s bimbo dickpillows, bobbing in time with the firm, rapid thrusts that made her oversized teats swing back and forth like two pendulums. This well hung stallion had entirely skewered his Wonderbolt doll, shoving his cock through one onahole and out the other!

“Make them kiss!” one mare suggested with a laugh. Nodding, the stallion buried up Spitfire’s ass shoved his immobile doll forward with his thrusts, pushing her up the polished locker room floor with squeaking noises, until Spitfire’s bimbo lips were pressed against Rainbow Dash’s similarly obscene pair. That stallion’s thrusting dick emerged again from between Spitfire’s oral onahole, only to plunge past the rounded oval of Dash’s own mouth-sleeve, rubbing against the silicone bumps on her tongue.

The crowd cheered even as both dollified mares silently plunged into mind shattering orgasms. “Haha, now this is a threeway!” laughed the stallion who was fucking Spitfire’s ass and Dash’s mouth. “Damn, what I wouldn’t give to have the real Spitfire in my bed, just for one night!” He began to move his hips once again, shoving the head of his dick in and out of the Spitfire doll he’d impaled from stem to stern, finishing each thrust with his flare popping back out of Spitfire’s mouth and plunging into that of Rainbow Dash herself.

Rainbow Dash found it an incredible turnon to be tasting the salty precum of Spitfire’s lover. Yet despite her strong desires to do so, she found she couldn’t contract her sloppy bimbolips to suck on the tantalizing meat that pumped in and out of her face. She couldn’t move a muscle — indeed, she had no muscles to move! She could only accept her place as a tight, welcoming hole for this spire of male fuckmeat, as it passed back and forth from Spitfire’s mouth into hers.

In and out, over and over, Rainbow Dash’s lips were spread wide apart around the anonymous stallion’s leaking dick as he fucked Spitfire’s entire body and Dash’s mouth. The air forced in and out of Dash’s oesophagus created a natural suction with each of the stallion’s out-thrusts, even as the panting dickmare atop her did her best to seed Dash’s artificial womb. The whole time, the eyes behind Spitfire’s painted on sunglasses stayed fixed on Rainbow Dash’s own magenta pair, silent sisters in pleasure.

Neither mare betrayed a single emotion or movement, yet their minds were devoured by roiling maregasm, with each transformed mare hoping that this perverted experience could never end. Their lips were mashed together over and over, smearing spilled lubricant and bright red lipstick over their latex muzzles in a perverted parody of lesbian lust. The steadily increasing flow of stallion pre was ambrosia to Rainbow Dash’s mind — proof that Wonderbolt Fan Appreciation Day was making at least one fan very happy!

“Unnnghhh, I’M CUMMING!” At last, the stallion up Spitfire’s plot groaned, and his dick began to fire thick loads of semen, flung with great power from his swinging nuts. His boiling, intense cumshot travelled all the way through Spitfire’s highly modified body, out through the onahole she used for a mouth, and into the identical oral sex sleeve at the tip of Rainbow Dash’s own muzzle. The taste was incredible, and launched Dash’s addled mind into a new orbit of pleasure. Her joy only grew when the frantically thrusting dickmare atop her grunted out the pleasure of her own orgasm, and a flood of mare-sperm boiled into the pegasus doll’s eager, albeit rubberized, womb.

“T-take my cum and bear my foal, you trashy slut!” the horny mare atop Rainbow Dash demanded as the final drops of her nut dribbled forth from her wide flared piss-slit. “Umm... if that’s alright with you, of course~” The dickmare sighed as she slowly removed her massive meat from Rainbow Dash’s simulated vagina, having ballooned the sex toy’s belly like a used condom. “Oh, my... somepony fuck her plot, I’m going to take a nap...”

This advice was followed mere seconds after the strangely familiar dickmare took her leave. Abruptly Rainbow Dash sensed another set of front hooves astride her withers, and felt a huge shlong forcing open the eager silicone orifice she had once called her butthole. Rainbow Dash was hardly a stranger to anal sex, but lubrication and careful stretches had always been the key to her backdoor pleasure. As “Dolly Dash,” however, such precautions were quite unnecessary — this sex toy was literally made to take it up the plot!

The stallion’s girthy dick slipped between Rainbow Dash’s vast cheeks and glided deep into her prestretched dumper with the greatest of ease. Without consideration for anything save his own pleasure, Dash’s latest companion gritted his teeth and began to violently hump his hips, shoving the bulge of his meat further and further up Dash’s minuscule barrel. After all, who gives a care for the feelings of a sex doll?

Little did the stallion know what pleasure he was providing Rainbow Dash with his every motion. If her eyes could move, they would have been rolled far back in her head in a naughty ahegao! The brush of a hoof against her dangling teats, the muscular curve of the stallion’s barrel as he bounced his crotch against her bulbous booty... thanks to changeling magic, the lightest touch set off fireworks in Rainbow’s mind that might drive a less awesome pony to the verge of insanity!

Slowly but surely, Rainbow Dash felt the stallion’s flare travel up the rubber tube that was her barrel, stretching it to its limit, and finally pressing pleasurably against the back of her oesophagus. Slipping inside with a sensuous squish, he humped his way up her throat, making Dash grateful that she no longer needed to breathe. At last the stallion’s vast prickhead popped past Dash’s uvula and filled her mouth, bringing the fruity taste of lube to her silicone tongue.

Beyond her conscious control, Rainbow Dash observed her mouth stretch wide like a rubber band around the stallionhood which protruded the wrong way from her lips. Then she watched Spitfire’s mouth being pushed forwards towards her once again. Once again the two dolls kissed, as Spitfire’s sperm covered lips lifelessly mouthed the portion of cock that Rainbow Dash could not hope to cover with her own. Spitfire’s vast, painted red dickpillows were soon firmly socketed onto the stallion’s protruding cock, and pressed against Rainbow Dash’s own patented stallion-wringer — just in time for a fresh load of stallion seed to be pumped through Dash’s body and into Spitfire’s mouth!

All in all, though Rainbow Dash found herself giving dozens of blowjobs that Fan Appreciation Day, she sucked not a single cock in the usual manner. Either her lips were squeezing involuntarily around a tangy dick that had travelled to her mouth via her asshole, or she was mouthing a meat which had already passed through Spitfire’s entire body, giving some lucky stallion the Wonderbolt spit-shine treatment he needed to bring him that last step towards orgasm.

For hours and hours, the two mare-dolls acted as the centrepiece of a gang bang such as the Wonderbolts locker room would never see again — at least until next year! Back and forth their bodies were bashed between the bodies of enthusiastic fans. Spitfire’s and Dash’s insides were swiftly packed with sperm, and their wombs grew heavy with seed as well, shivering as trillions of potent sperm bashed against their walls in a futile search for fertile eggs. Constant maregasms swept over their bodies, yet to an outside viewer the former Wonderbolts remained as perfectly still as the inanimate toys they were.

Throughout their very busy day, Spitfire and Rainbow Dash only moved when their flexible bodies were pulled into contorted shapes by thirsty fans, eager to wreck their idols’ holes in some new and perverted configuration. Yet in the dream world of their private experiences, they were surfing waves of pleasure. Their souls swam a duet of purest bliss, their artificial bodies having been rebuilt and dedicated entirely to sexual joy.

Finally, as night fell, the sated Wonderbolts fans slowly drifted back out of the locker room, leaving Rainbow Dash and Spitfire to soak in the slowly ebbing tide of their pleasure. A few minutes after the final guest departed, the changeling spell began to wear off, and the two mares’ bodies reverted to their usual fleshy form, still tightly packed within the deactivated latex suits.

As her consciousness returned, Rainbow Dash became aware of a deep, heavy fullness that she’d never felt before. Her internal organs had reformed as the changeling magic faded, yet they had reconstructed themselves around the wet mass of sticky sperm that packed her insides solid. From lips to anus, Rainbow Dash’s digestive system was now clogged with warm nut, the carnal gifts of dozens of stallions. She coughed and a seemingly endless waterfall of sperm spouted from her now normal mouth, even as more cum poured from her restored ass and pussy, leaking into the still tightly fitting suit.

Yet as Dash looked around her environment, she saw that the sperm spilling from her body was no match for the oceans of jizz that now covered every surface of the locker room. In huge sheets it dripped from the ceiling, flowing down over the metal lockers and forming a deep puddle that covered the floor and clogged the shower drains. Such virility on display for a mere couple of sex dolls — Wonderbolts fans were truly a breed apart!

“Glrrgh... blurrrgh! Celestia, what a rush!” Spitfire moaned and writhed as sensation returned to the older mare’s body. Unzipping her suit, the Captain of the Wonderbolts moved the shaking muscles of her front hoof down to her sweat and sperm soaked clit. Furiously she rubbed, thinking back on her unbelievable experience and seeking a final cum.

As for Rainbow Dash, the newly restored speedster stealthily moved on tiphooves towards the exit, sloshing within her suit and leaving a trail of leaking sperm behind her. She knew she had to get far away from here before Spitfire calmed down from her sexual high and regained her senses. For looking around at the sperm soaked locker room, Equestria’s newest Wonderbolt knew one thing for certain:

I ain’t cleaning all this up!

A few days later...

“Ah, Rainbow Dash,” came Princess Celestia’s voice. “Thank you for visiting Canterlot for our Summer Sun Celebration.” The Princess herself rounded a table piled high with ice cream and other frozen delicacies, the very picture of genteel loveliness. Rainbow Dash leaned against a nearby pillar and sipped from her glass of cold lemonade, trying to appear nonchalant and unworried. She had nothing to fear... right?

“I always like to have at least one Element bearer on hoof, just in case a villain shows up again and tries to wreck the fun by taking over Equestria.” The Princess’ smile was full and genuine, and this innocent statement was hardly an accusation. She doesn’t suspect a thing... Dash thought to herself... Does she?

“Oh, yeah, erm, no problem, I was in the neighbourhood anyways...” Rainbow Dash stammered.

“I meant to tell you that I had a rather shocking experience last night,” Celestia confessed to her Element of Loyalty. “I’m afraid I caught several members of my Royal Guard ‘entertaining themselves’ with an inflatable sex doll — a doll which was seemingly designed to resemble you!”

“Kofff!” Rainbow Dash spluttered awkwardly at the revelation. “W-wow, wow, that’s crazy, Princess,” she hastened to add, taking a gulp of lemonade to disguise her choking fit.

Celestia nodded with sympathy and gently placed a hoof on Rainbow Dash’s wither. “I’m sorry to spoil your good time with such tasteless news, but I thought you’d want to know. My goodness, did you have any idea that such disgusting toys were even manufactured?”

For once, Rainbow Dash’s mind was running as fast as her svelte body normally did. “Oh, y-yeah,” she shuttered, “I... I think I’ve heard of those dolls. I don’t mind, it’s flattering really, j-just shows how awesome everypony thinks I am, hahahah~!”

Celestia smiled indulgently at the brash, open sexuality of the modern generation of ponies. Even so, a Guard boinking a sex doll on duty was a serious matter! “I’ve disciplined the stallions responsible,” she assured Rainbow Dash, “and confiscated their doll. Unfortunately, it seems to have gone missing while I slept. Perhaps Luna took it, that naughty filly...”

“Erm, yeah, maybe... let me know if it turns up, Princess. OK, good talk, see ya later!” Rainbow Dash excused herself with an awkward bow, taking flight through the nearest window and speeding up into the clouds above Canterlot.

Dash desperately needed a spot of privacy, not only to have a good clop at her close escape from an embarrassing situation, but to plan her next move. After all, she hadn’t meant to get those friendly (and studly!) Guardstallions in trouble. She’d have to find some way to make it up to them...