“Just another glass of ice water, thanks.”

“Here you are. I’ll return for your order whenever you are ready, Miss Dash, unless you wish to place an order now?”

Dash looked at the menu and sighed. She was sitting at one of the big mushroom tables in an outdoor restaurant with the two jars of medicine packed in her saddlebags resting in the seat across of her. What she really wished was for a little more peace and quiet to think of things. It was mid-day and she needed a drink. For lunchtime, it was unusually empty. Even the interior of the restaurant was bare.

“I think I’ll just stick with the water for now,” Dash said, closing the menu and grinning sheepishly.

The waiter nodded sagely and trotted quickly back into the restaurant, returning with a silver pitcher of iced water and immediately filling her glass.

“Why’s it so dead here?” asked Dash, gesturing to the empty seats. “Usually you guys have a ton of ponies out here for lunch.”

“Well, Miss Dash, it’s the fault of low class cuisine I’m afraid,” said the waiter morosely, his mustache twitching. “That Hayburger has released their new barbecue veggie sticks and everypony in town is likely there munching on that tripe.”

Dashs eyes widened. “Oh yeah!! That was today? No wonder ‘kicker and Blossomforth were so happy to leave work…”

“Yes well,” the waiter set the pitcher on the table. “It’s quite dull inside and I’m playing Cards against Equestria with my co-workers. If water is all you desire, I’d prefer to leave the pitcher here so you may refill at your leisure.”

“Sure!” Dash took a sip. “Go right ahead! Have fun and stuff!”

With a graceful nod the waiter trotted back indoors. Dash gulped down her glass and refilled it, sipping it this time and glancing to her left. There was a big window to her left showing the empty inside of the restaurant. In the far back she could see the staff playing the card game, but what Dash was really focusing on was her reflection, and how her changed body felt. Though her face didn’t look different, her body seemed to be starting to. Overall she looked thicker; stockier and stronger. Dash kicked her legs, noting they seemed closer to the floor than before. She slowly extended her wings out until they were splayed far as they could go. Even her wingspan was larger. She knew it was almost six feet but now it appeared her feathers had grown. They looked pretty good on her too.

“Admiring your looks, darling?”

Dash snapped her wings shut with a yelp.

Rarity giggled, trotting over to the table. “Don’t fret dear, I get caught doing much of the same all the time,” she said, striking a pose herself in the mirror. Rarity had her saddlebags on and stuffed with shiny fabrics.

“Whats up Rarity?” asked Dash nervously, shifting in her seat to ensure her lower half was covered by the mushroomy table. For added measure Dash leaned her forelegs on the table and pulled it almost directly on her lap.

“I am designing a fancy new dress for this summer,” Rarity pulled out one of the shiny fabrics with her magic, hovering it around Dash. “What do you make of this color? Do you like the vibrancy?”

Dash ogled the bright blue green fabric with little regard. “It’s pretty bright.”

Rarity scoffed, tapping her hoof. “Indeed, Rainbow Dash, I already know how bright it is. Do you care for it?”

“I guess?”

“Right,” Rarity stuffed the fabric away and eyed Rainbow Dash. “I can see you're a little upset.”

Dash gulped, pulling the mushroom table ever so slightly down onto her lap. “What? Me? Upset? I’m not upset. What would I be upset about?”

“Well, if I were you, I would be upset about being such an awful fibber,” Rarity giggled demurely. “But I am not you, and it seems right now you are upset over Twilight Sparkle.”

Dash’s jaw dropped, sending Rarity into another set of giggles.

“How’d you know?” asked Dash.

“Because you’ve got pink in your mane, darling” Rarity said confidently.

“But I don’t have pink in my mane!” retorted Dash, indignantly fluffing her azure streaks of hair.

Rarity's magic buzzed through her locks, pulling out near invisible strands of hair and collecting them on the table. “Oh but you do darling, and they just so happen to be the roseate color stripe that runs through Twilight's mane, and there's quite a bit more in here than usual, leading me to believe that you were either wrestling for a couple hours earlier today or…” Rarity's voice lowered, “nestled in a lovers embrace for many hours over the course of the night.”

“Nothing gets past you does it Rares,” Dash said dejectedly.

“Oh come now, I don’t mean to tease or pry, but I could offer some advice if you’re going through a lovers spat. Perhaps getting it off your chest will make you feel better?”

“Will it?” Dash squirmed in her seat.

“Very much yes! Why, if you don’t talk about it, it’ll just eat away at you inside all day long. If you do not speak up, I guarantee you’ll feel terrible all day,” Rarity said urgently.

“Fiiiine,” Dash threw her forelegs up in defeat,” okay I’ll tell you. Here’s the short of it. Me and Twi like each other. We’re a thing, and we’ve been making out and doing stuff together. Yesterday she tells me that she kinda wants,” Rainbow Dash bit her lip, not exactly wanting to reveal her new dick to Rarity, “that she wants me to be different for her. Y’know, change how I am. I got mad at her and said some things and then I split. I’ve been thinking of it since this morning.”

Rarity paced back and forth in front of the table, absorbing this information. “I see, I see. Well, Rainbow Dash, considering your lack of relationship experience I cannot say I’m too surprised. The thing with relationships is that there must be a give and take. A one-sided relationship with a companion will not work out. So in essence there must be sacrifices…”

“Uh-huh,” Dash said lamely.

“Sacrifices for the sake of the relationship. I’m certain while there are habits and the like Twilight wishes for you to change, that you may also want the same for her, even if you don’t quite know them yet…”

“Right.”

“For example, say you love to do a rigorous wake-up exercise every Tuesday morning-”

Rarity continued to prattle on but Rainbow Dash had already tuned her out. For the first time in forever Dash was noticing Rarity's flanks. Really noticing them. The near snow-white coat was clean and practically glowed in the warm midday sunlight, and the blue gem cutie marks glittered in the light like the real thing. That rump though, was curvy and tight and jiggled wonderfully with every step Rarity was taking. That long, royal purple tail swished around invitingly, like a tantalizing fishhook trying to bait attention to that perfect ass. It was easy to imagine those round flanks jiggling rhythmically in tune with a proper rutting, or seeing light red hoofmarks painting pink semi-circles all over her perfect rear with hefty slaps-

Oh no.

There was a strong stirring in her crotch. Her cock was slipping out of her sheath and rapidly hardening, fueled by the sight of Rarity's amazing ass and Dash's own dirty thoughts. In a desperate attempt to quell her arousal, she tried switching her thoughts to anything unarousing, but it was no use, with Rarity's butt practically dancing in front of her such thoughts were impossible. Dash bit her lip, an image of her rutting the prissy unicorn on the table in full view of a cheering audience flashing in her mind.

“Urrnh,” Dash groaned.

“Sorry?” Rarity paused.

“Nothin’. Just gas,” said Dash quickly.

Rarity wrinkled her nose, but continued speaking. “So if you were to give that up-”

It wasn’t just the lewd thought that caused Dash to groan. Her expanding cock, which was almost at half mast, had begun to slip into the soft undersides of the mushroom table. The warm sun had been heating the over-sized fungi all morning, and as Dash's boner grew and shuddered and stiffened, it sunk further and further into the warm, moist underside of the table. Dash could only bite her lip and breathe softly. With every passing second her cock grew harder and stiffer until finally it stopped growing, firmly wedged in the soft moist mushroom. There was so much of her cock stuffed up there she could see the bulge on the top of the mushrooms purple cap. Her arousal was mounting quickly. A mighty throb of her shaft sent a tablespoon of pre gushing from her tip, making the things even warmer and more slippery for her big throbbing cock.

Rainbow attempted to try and loosen her cock out of there, sliding her hips down a few inches but it was no use, the unique properties of the table meant it would firmly re-take its shape due to its stem. At this point Dash could do nothing but grin and bear it. Rarity wasn’t helping one bit either, in fact, the mare had stopped her pacing and was digging around her saddlebags for something, flashing Dash a full display of her perfect white pussy lips and round ponut. Dash instinctively rocked her hips forwards, the table rocking gently. It felt so good. Way too unbelievably good for its own good. Throwing caution and care to the wind, Dash continued the action, quietly fucking her table while Rarity dithered on about romantic junk.

Every thrust was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her eyes began to droop, and her balls tightened. Dash felt her cock-head beginning to flare, and she thrust her hips as far as she could into the table and held it there. The bulge of her fat flare was even more noticeable than before -in fact, her explosive orgasm might even rip right through the soft tissue of the mushroom. Dash gritted her teeth, and in desperation reached for her glass and knocked over the pitcher.

“Goodness, Rainbow, be careful!” Rarity flinched at the water nearly spilling onto her saddlebags. “You could have ruined my clothes!”

“My… bad,” Dash said through clenched teeth, her orgasm unbelievably close. She could feel her fluids dripping down her shaft, dripping onto the ground and her shaft was throbbing harder and harder.

“It’s fine darling, just, have some more care reaching for your glass. I know it’s hot out but there’s no excuse for bad manners,” Rarity placed the empty pitcher on the table, and cleared her throat. “Such as keeping your hooves n the table.”

“Sorry!”Dash removed them, instantly regretting it, the table slowly rising and lewdly sliding its moist underside along her throbbing cock.

Rarity trotted close to Dash and put a hoof around her, whispering into her ear. “Listen dear, I can see you’re distracted by all these thoughts of Twilight, so I’ll leave you be, but please don’t fret too much, and if you ever need somepony to share your feelings with, my door is always open to you, Rainbow Dash.”

“Toodle-oo!” Rarity magically snatched her things and briskly pranced away.

Dash came hard, not five seconds after Raritys departure. Her cock pulsed and ripped through the tables surface with a powerful jerk of her hips, sending a long, fat jet of cum sailing onto the grass far away. Quick as a flash Dash flipped over the silver water pitcher and placed it over the hole she’d made.

The pitcher dinged loudly with the force of each shot of cum hitting the bottom. Dash shuddered, bucking strongly with each thrust. The magic spell activated again through the orgasm. Every one of her limbs lengthened and thickened; every muscle in her body becoming stronger, denser and larger than before, bulging through her baby blue coat. Her hind legs firmly planted themselves on the ground as her orgasm continued, her hard, dark hooves growing straight past her fur, leaving the fetlocks dangling off her legs. Her back and chest expanded, wing-feathers lengthening and twitching in the throes of orgasm.

Her cock and balls were swelling and growing as well. Each second made her balls swell with more seed, which sent more cum surging up her shaft and filling up the overturned pitcher more and more by the second. Dash could feel her shaft surging with more cum, the hole she’s fucked through the table widening with the increasing girth of her cock and prolonging her orgasm.

Finally, after more than a dozen jets of cum left her shaft, it was truly, mercifully over. Dash was panting with the exertion of it all. Despite having just cum she was already feeling incredibly horny. The satisfaction she was just feeling was quickly replaced by even more arousal. Dash looked at the pitcher she had clenched between her stronger looking hooves. It had gone from ice-cold to incredibly warm in the manner of a minute.

With some trepidation, Dash lifted up the pitcher to look at the damage. Her cock, which before was just about barely poking through the underside before her massive eruption, was not sticking through the table hole a good six inches, not counting the fat four inch wide flare. It was considerably thicker, and still drooling a stream of off-white cum. The inside of the silver pitcher was caked with her emissions. There had to be a quart of cum in there. A big fat glob of her seed dropped off and coated her cock while Dash was inspecting herself. She turned the pitcher right side up and stuck it next to the hole on the table, pulling her (finally starting to soften cock) out and using the napkins to clean up her mess best as she could. Most of the cum she simply wiped back into the hole she made.

After a minute of feverishly cleaning, Dash stuffed the wet napkins inside the pitcher, tossed the whole sordid container in a nearby bush (Celestia forbid that thing was used to serve water ever again) and sank in her chair, catching her breath.

Dash caught her reflection in the window again. She was noticeably bigger now. She’d overshot the size of a regular stallion and was now inching close to big Macintosh's size. Certainly his strength. Dash flexed her foreleg, her eyes popping at the size of the muscle bulging there. She’d never had muscles like this in her life. In fact, her entire body felt powerful, like she could run ten triathlons without breaking a sweat.

And down below.

Dash cupped her expanded genitals. Her balls were as big and round as overripe oranges, so packed with new seem she swore she could feel it sloshing around in her sack as she played with them. Her cock was no doubt a few inches bigger and thicker. Even soft it wasn’t fully re-treated into her sack. the tip of it still exposed and leaking sticky fluid all over the dark sack.

“Welp, I’m not hiding these puppies anymore,” Dash muttered, then shoved a hoof into her mouth. Her voice had changed. Not by a lot, but it was more of a masculine husky voice than her cute feminine rasp. “Hello?” she said cautiously, testing her new vocal cords.

“Hello Rainbow Dash!”

Scootaloo zipped over to her so fast that Dash nearly fell out of her seat.

“Sorry!” Scootaloo folded her wings and got off her scooter. “Hey! How come you're having lunch here and not at Hayburger? They’ve been giving out coupons all morning for their new veggie sticks!”

“Had a big breakfast, squirt,” Dash grumbled, clearing her throat loudly.

“Are you sick? You sound different Dash,” Scootaloo cocked her head. “You look different too. Have you been working out extra?”

Dash cleared her throat a second time. “Got a frog in my throat. Also yea, I’ve been working out, thanks for noticing.”

Scootaloo beamed at her. “Yeah you look totally buff! I wish I had muscles like those!” she eyed Dash's forelegs with interest. “So, whatcha doin’ later?”

“Work with AJ, and I’ve got to drop off this dumb medicine for Fluttershy,” Rainbow motioned to the jars. “So no free time at all today except for twenty minutes ago.”

“Hey! I could drop these off at Fluttershys for you!” Scootaloo tapped her hind leg on the empty cart she was pulling. Would you like me to do that? That way there’s no risk of you getting sick either!”

Dash rubbed her chin. “Y’know, I would really like that. I could squeeze in a nap before doing some farm-work. Thanks squirt! That totally helps me out!”

“No problem,” Scootaloo picked the jar filled saddlebags and put them in the wagon. “Anything for you Rainbow Dash!”

“Maybe I’ll catch ya around Hayburger tomorrow for lunch. My treat kiddo.”

“You’re the greatest Pegasus ever!” exclaimed Scoot, zipping over and giving Rainbow a high hoof. Right as Scootaloo turned to get back on her scooter she paused, and sniffed the air.

“Got allergies or something?” asked Rainbow, feeling a yawn coming on. A nap sounded really good right now.

“No,” Scootaloo said, sniffing the air softly. Suddenly she leaned over the table and inhaled deeply. “It’s uh, something else…” she circled around the table until she was right next to Dash, where she shut her eyes and sniffed long and deep her nose inches from Dash's shoulder.

“Uh… Scoots. What’re you doing?” asked Dash cautiously.

“Sorry,” she opened her eyes and blushed. “You uh, smell good. Really good. Like I could sit here and sniff you for the rest of the day…”

Dash said nothing, her eyes studying the happy, glazed over look on the little filly's face. Scootaloo shook her head violently.

“Uh -I uh,” Scootaloo licked her lips, grabbing her helmet and slapping it on her head. “I mean, not really that’d be weird haha,” Scootaloo said nervously, blushing madly as she got back on her scooter. “See ya later Rainbow Dash!”

Dash waved Scootaloo goodbye and watched the little pegasus zoom away, an orange blur zipping over the hill to fluttershys cottage. Dash lowered her arm and sniffed herself. There was a stronger scent on her coat -thick, heady and rich. It smelled like she’d sprayed herself with top of the line cologne. Delicious. Even better than juniper phoenix.

Dash got up from her seat and spread her wings. They felt huge on her frame now, but not terribly so, since she had grown bigger overall. A few flaps and she’d take off into the sky, spotting a very comfy looking cloud that overlooked Sweet Apple Acres. Dream-time was calling her, and Dash had a very deserving nap to take.

Author's Note

This story was marked incomplete because I always intended to finish it. The time has come.