Beyond The Goddess Within

During any other heat wave, Rainbow Dash could always be counted on.

Often, she and her other pegasus friends would collect whatever clouds they could find and nudge them over to Ponyville.  And when, like today, there were no clouds to be found, Dash would call in a favor with her old friend Nana Knits over at the Weather Factory.  After a brief chat with the elderly white pegasus, Dash would pick up a large white cloud that, with a few well-placed kicks, could be broken down into several smaller shapes that would obscure the sun.

On this day, Dash called in such a favor, but this time went alone, and she nervously dodged Nana’s questions.  Despite Celestia’s mission, Dash wasn’t ready to reveal her secret self to her foalhood weather teacher, and she didn’t particularly want to see hers.  Besides, Dash reasoned, she probably wouldn’t give her the cloud if she revealed her true intentions.  Though her kind-hearted face masked it, Nana used to scare Dash in school, and as recently as last week, she still had nightmares of having to present her final project in front of her class, only to forget what the small, wispy clouds were called.  Cirrus, Dash thought to herself as she flew off to catch her cloud, how the heck could I forget cirrus, the mare’s tail—

The cloud was large and heavy, but fortunately for Dash, she didn’t have to move it very far.  Once out of view of Cloudsdale, she guided it to a stop somewhere over the Everfree Forest, grunting as she pushed back against it with everything her wings could muster.  Looking this way and that, but seeing nopony there, she dove inside the fluffy white shape, burrowing into it like freshly-fallen snow.

The deeper she moved into the cloud, the more damp her blue body became.  She remembered in her youth how she used to make a cloud-fort in a passing cumulus, and how warm and wet the big ones were when you got inside.  It was a skill she never forgot.  In the hot, damp center of the cloud, still cotton-white from the sunlight outside, she gently nudged a hole, taking care not to spread it too thin.  Slowly, the cloud’s insides made room for her, and she soon fashioned a little cube-shaped hideaway inside, one just large enough for her to float above the floor before her wet flank sat down on the raised bench-like edge she’d fashioned below.

Dash exhaled as her body sank a couple inches into the cloud, her wings fluttering to a stop at her sides as her back pressed into the wall behind her.  Stopped in that position, the warm, moist air swirled around her, and her exhaling breath trembled from between her lips.  It had been so long since she had done this that she didn’t anticipate how good it felt to sit there.  She had imagined it, certainly, but experiencing it was something different altogether.  In the innocence of her youth, she found the warmth calming and soothing, often whisking her to sleep, but now as an awakened goddess, it all felt so sexy, so naughty - just like she had hoped.

Dash stepped her hind legs apart and shoved her hips forward, feeling a fluffy edge of the cloud press against her marehood.  She was wet there, too, and not because of the cloud.  Her heart beat faster as she nudged her hoof into her dark-blue clit, then whimpered as her body began to stretch to her touch.  Her middle finger grew first, then snaked inside her snatch as small breasts poked their hard nipples into her arms.  She quivered as her hips widened, and very soon her wings felt larger and longer, brushing against her fur.  Her transformed body twitched and her wings unfurled proudly behind her, each extending the entire width of the room such that the tips of her feathers now dug into the soft white walls.

Blushing, the transformed Dash grabbed her right breast as her other fingers continued rooting into her moist snatch, blushing as more sweat and cloud moisture coated her body.  Panting little blue clouds from her lips, she moaned and squeaked in ecstacy.  It wasn’t long before her orgasm flowed through her, splashing against her loins, her jaw opened wide to the low ceiling, moaning so loud that she didn’t care if the sound escaped.  As it happened, Dash felt her body try to change back, but she kneaded her clit as fast as she could, keeping her body - her secret self - hidden in her fluffy hideout.

Dash was so at ease that she couldn’t stop herself from peeing.

Still with breast in hand, her palm pressing down on the tender nipple, Dash watched and breathed deeply as the tiny yellow arc rose from her loins and hissed in the middle of the room.  She felt like she was deflating as she did, letting her sweaty body ease back further into the cloud as she emptied herself.  She purred under her breath, eyes half-lidded.  She watched as the urine didn’t pool, but instead disappeared altogether.  Perhaps it was combining with the cloud, she thought, her essence becoming one with it.  Or maybe she was just pissing on whoever was under her.  She didn’t remember Nana’s class on the subject, and quite frankly, she didn’t care.

A few seconds after she’d finished, a head suddenly popped up from the floor.  Dash gasped, clutching her body, her blue cheeks blushing.  Only when the rest of his pony body appeared did she recognize it as Soarin, his goggles still held up over his strong forehead.  Dash was shocked, but in her post-coital bliss, not as much as she expected.  She wasn’t ready for him to see her this way, but now that he had, she forgot what she was so scared about.  After all, Soarin looked so cute when he blushed, even without his Wonderbolts outfit.

“Dash?” he said.  “Is that you?!”  He couldn’t look away.  She was beautiful - more so than he’d ever noticed before.  Those strange hooves holding those weird blue shapes on her chest, how long her body had become, and especially those glorious wings, still held out from her sides.  He saw her cutie mark, but still couldn’t stop himself from asking the question.

“Uhm—uh—” Dash stumbled for a word to say.  She had long imagined being friends with Soarin by joining him on The Wonderbolts.  She had treasured her few passing moments with him the few times they’d met.  But, even in her naughtiest moments in the last few hours, she never once thought of what he’d look like as a transformed stallion.  Now, it was all she could think about.

“I—I’m sorry, Dash,” started Soarin, trying but failing to look away as he sank back into the floor.  “I just—Nana told me you needed someone to help move this cloud.  I—”

Dash then jumped to her knees and grabbed Soarin by the hoof, her wings at the ready.  Their hearts beating rapidly, their eyes staring through each other, Dash knew this was her opportunity.  Perhaps giving him the gift of his discovery would guarantee her that spot on The Wonderbolts.  Heck, that hardly mattered now.  She just wanted to see him change to her touch.  She leaned in and kissed him right on the lips, holding him as close as she could.  She inhaled and right away noticed something.

He smelled like her wee.

Dash giggled into Soarin’s mouth.  He was hers now.

Soarin kissed back, but Dash’s wings flapped her upward so she was shoving him back, forcing him to sit down where she once was.  He trembled as Dash pulled her face back, then nibbled gently on his lower lip.  She looked up at him, through him, with her rosy eyes, then stuck out her tongue and started dragging it down his chest.  He rested his hooves on the back of her head as she kissed his chest, then kissed him again a few inches lower.

The more Dash kissed his body, the more strange Soarin felt.  He felt tingly, dizzy even, and in his blurred gaze, he couldn’t help but think that strange little stubs were squeezing out of his hooves.  He took a breath, feeling his chest broaden as he did, and then felt fingers slide through her mane, tugging the multi-colored lengths gently in his grasp, then squeezing her delicate blue ears.  He looked to his sides and saw his wings grow several times their original size, fanning out until they reached the walls, just like hers.  About that time, he felt her breath more acutely at his crotch, where something wet had so suddenly spilled out of him.

Soarin didn’t have enough time to discover his own cock before Dash took it in her mouth.

In one gulp, half of Soarin’s fearsome black shaft was inside Dash’s mouth, her pouting blue lips sucked around his length.  He cringed, then let go of her hair, feeling his balls sway free as his suddenly-long legs fanned apart to make way for his crouching rainbow mare.  In that position, Soarin finally saw how much he had changed, and so suddenly.  His breaths ran deep and rugged, hoisting his carved sky-blue chest up and down, the muscles matching the lean shapes of his long forelegs-turned-arms.  He grunted under his breath and reached his right hand out once more, grabbing another fistful of Dash’s mane.  She responded by sucking his cock even harder, cupping his swollen balls in her other hand so she could knead them between her blue fingertips.

The more she sucked him, the more his cock hummed with boiling seed.  To the drumbeat of his heart, a primal voice forced its way into Soarin’s mind, urging him to take her in a way he never once imagined.  Absent further thought, his muscles responded in kind, and he shoved Dash off his cock until she fell in the middle of the room on her back.  Seeing her in that position, his glistening cock throbbing in plain view for the first time, Soarin drooled, still unable to stop himself.  There was no delaying it any longer.

Dash was frightened, but only at first.  His hands grabbed her flank roughly, then rolled her onto her stomach, exposing her glistening flank.  Between their round blue shapes, her marehood wept thick juice as Soarin’s anxious hands grabbed her tight.  Then came the cock, the bottom of its long length rubbing up and down her slit, coating itself in more of her juices.  Dash moaned, her hands squeezing the fluffy cloud-bottom of their room, and soon her right hand reached back to help him find his way.

Soarin grabbed her wrist with one hand, and with the other, jammed his flared black tip into her pussy.

Dash moaned as Soarin yanked open her snatch, shoving his entire length inside of her until his balls slapped against her opening.  It slipped inside with little resistance, but her cunt immediately grabbed him, not wanting to let him go.  With a gushing suck, Soarin’s cock pulled halfway out, and as his balls swayed between his toned legs, he shoved it all back in again, inching Dash toward the facing wall.

Again, she grabbed him, and their fucking commenced.

Panting as one, the two pegasi fucked each other to a relentless beat.  The more they did, the wetter their bodies became, and the heat of their fluffy world intensified.  Moisture now dripped visibly from the walls, a haze gathering about their heads, and the cloud itself darkened.  Still, the two didn’t stop.  Instead, Dash stuck out her tongue and let the drips of water fall on it, savoring every salty drop as her pussy gulped down Wonderbolt cock.  Soarin was practically foaming at the mouth, his pupils widened by lust as he stared down at Dash’s fluttering wings.

The cloud’s floor then gave way, and the two lovers flapped their wings in a pouring rain, each soaked to the bone, but still grinding their hips together.  Dash felt a searing heat from Soarin’s stomach against her back, and her body felt wetter still from the sweat that poured out of her.  She knew her orgasm was coming, knew that his would be inside her soon as well, and hovering in the rain, she was becoming one with the pleasure.  Her vision blurred, and she began to forget the bounds of her body.  The sensations never went away - they only grew stronger.

Lightning cracked around them, arcing in jagged angles around them, and the two pegasi came.

In the blinding flash of light, Soarin shoved into Dash deeper than ever before, moaning on the edge of a roar as his seed pumped deep inside of her.  He felt her splash back upon him as well, but in greater and greater amounts while his own essence lessened.  In the confusion of the disintegrating cloud, crumbling up from below, he felt her juice flowing all over him, coating him in a thin blue cream.  Shuddering uncontrollably, the goo swirled over him, sucking and licking and kissing him as it thickened and took shape.  He closed his eyes when it slipped over his face, smelling only her as it did.  The goo stretched and tightened, and Soarin was consumed.

Just like that, the cloud disappeared and the rain stopped.  Slowly, Soarin regained his senses, chief among them the heat from the sun beginning to dry his body.  Then he heard a voice.

“Hey there, handsome,” it said.

Soarin shook his head, opened his eyes, and there was Spitfire, her yellow coat and flame-colored  mane twinkling in the sun.  Soarin looked around him and saw they were both hovering over the Everfree Forest.  Dash was gone.  Fear gripped him as he continued to look, but saw nothing.  Certain she’d seen at least some of what he was doing to Dash, Soarin fumbled for an explanation, but even he couldn’t figure out the truth of the matter, so lies were useless.

“Nice outfit, there, buddy,” said Spitfire, “I had no idea you were going for a new look.  Kind of hot weather for wearing that kind of thing, don’t you think?”

Soarin looked at her quizzically, then back over himself.  He was back in his old body, and at first glance, appeared to be wearing his spandex Wonderbolts costume - the one he left in his locker.  The overall design appeared the same, and the color didn’t seem that different, but he was perplexed by the rainbow-hued streak stretching down his belly all the way down between his legs.  Soarin sniffed the air through the hole on the outfit’s mask.  He could still smell her.  The suit rubbed against his sheath, and he could swear he heard his outfit giggle.

Dash was elated.  She had always dreamed of joining The Wonderbolts, but the reality of being Soarin’s outfit was even better.  She could feel all of him, every hard edge and soft curve of his musculature.  As the stallion floated there in front of Spitfire, Dash continued to move her new body, brushing the crook beneath each of his legs.  Soarin cringed and laughed, so Dash continued.

Spitfire swooped behind Soarin and spanked his right flank with her wing.  Dash and Soarin trembled with unified pleasure.  The tip of Soarin’s cock slipped out of his sheath, and Dash felt it press against her morphed genitals that now formed the crotch of his suit.  Soarin felt damp there and covered the spot with his hooves.

“Well, come on, Soarin, no need to worry about that cloud now, huh?  Tell you what, let’s go over to Ponyville for practice today.  I bet Rainbow Dash would get a kick out of that crazy get-up of yours!”

Soarin gulped, avoiding eye contact.

“Sheesh, you’re sure quiet today.  I bet a race would loosen you up.” said Spitfire before crouching in mid-air, ready for a sprint.  “3-2-1-GO!”

With that, Spitfire shot through the sky toward the town in the distance, leaving a golden streak through the air.  Dash tugged at Soarin’s body some more, aiming in Spitfire’s direction.  Soarin held a hoof over his cock, then slowly followed.  The wind tickled Dash, and Soarin’s suit giggled again.  On his flank, the lightning-bolt logo on his suit was now in stripes of red, yellow, and blue.