DCFTEF - Rainbow Dash Garage

>You are Anon.

>19 year old hot rodder, about a year out of Canterlot High.

>You've got a pretty sweet job at an auto garage.

>You make your money doing oil changes & brake jobs on minivans.

>Changing wiper blades on SUV's because the owners are too lazy or short to do it themselves.

>Pretty blasé for a mechanic.

>What makes it cool is the owner.

>He was once a semi-pro drag racer until he hurt his back.

>Fell from a second floor window while fleeing the home of an angry competitor.

>He was banging the dude's wife.

>Not many people know that story...they think he got hurt racing.

 

>Now he owns this garage.

>It's the hangout for the local hot rod crowd.

>Your boss gives out free advice, lets them borrow tools.

>Helps the kids get their cars ready for a legitimate drag strip instead of racing on the street.

>Yeah, there's a whole lot less street racing arrests & crashes since he opened.

>Of course the cops claim credit.

>But everyone who's cool knows what's really up.

 

>There's always plenty of motorheads hanging around.

>Working on their cars, listening to music.

>Some younger kids hang around too.

>Too young to own cars themselves.

>They just hang around because it's cool, and they want to learn.

>One of these is Rainbow Dash.

>The only girl, but she's a real tomboy.

>She'll get her hands dirty before most of the boys.

>Plays sports during the school year.

>But over the summer she's always hanging around at the garage.

>You kinda have a soft spot for her.

>You never had a younger sister, and she's an only child.

>So you don't mind being sort of a big brother to her.

"You're gonna help me build my first hot rod when I'm old enough, right Anon?"

>She reminds you of that old promise at least once a week.

>Sure thing Dashie.

>She's a cute kid.

>Always eager to lend a hand when it involves making something faster.

>Always has some scrape or cut or injury from some crazy bicycle stunt.

"I got going super fast down that hill,

"Hit the jump & SOARED over the river near Applejack's house.

"It was awesome, it was like I could fly

"Then I totally biffed it into the riverbank."

>She's gonna be a terror when she does actually get a car.

 

>Sometimes you catch her softer side.

>Only when she thinks nobody is watching.

>Trying out new hairdoos in the mirror.

>Sneaking a look at the womens' fashion mags in the waiting room for normal customers.

>She always gets embarrassed & tries to pass it off like nothing happened.

"I-I just thought if I put my hair up like this it wouldn't get in the way when I'm wrenching in an engine bay."

>You have to remind her frequently;

"Dashie, there's nothing wrong with being a girl."

"There are plenty of woman drag racers."

"You don't have to act like a guy to be cool."

 

>Dash helps at the garage as much as you'll let her.

>Obviously she isn't allowed to touch the tire machine or run the lifts.

>Insurance rules, you know.

>Can't have an underage kid blowing her face off or crushing her hands.

>But she's a fast learner, and good at the stuff you do let her try.

>She doesn't get paid.

>She gets experience...and when the guys order out for lunch they always pay for hers.

>Sometimes at closing time you let her have one beer.

"If your dad smells that on your breath you're on your own."

"Don't you tell him where you got it."

>He probably wouldn't mind anyway.

>He's pretty cool for a square. You change the oil on his Volvo.

>Dash's father likes you...considers you a good influence.

>Plus; if you teach her to build & work on her own car it'll save him a crapload of money.

>Normal day at the garage.

>Argued with some idiot about keeping her tires inflated.

"But don't they come with air already in them?"

>facepalm.jpg

"Yes, ma'am, but tire pressures drop with time. You have to check them & occasionally put air in."

>She seems exasperated.

"You expect me to get down on my hands & knees and mess with the dirty tires?"

>Keep calm. Stay mellow.

"You're a regular customer ma'am, just drop by once a week & we'll check them for free."

>She tosses up her hands.

"Oh I don't have time for all that!"

>*sigh*

>Well, enjoy your blowout.

>Some people just shouldn't drive.

 

>Seeing Dashie cheers you up.

>Her face is smudged with brake dust, hands filthy.

"Heya, Anon. Leo just showed me how to change a headlight!"

>huh?

"How'd you get so dirty doing that?"

>She shrugs her shoulders.

"I dunno. Who knows how these things happen..."

>She makes small talk while you get some coffee.

"Did you see what that dweeb Flash Sentry did to his car?"

>No, you didn't.

"Well, you know his rich dad bought him a Camaro."

"So the fool pays to have 3 inch dual pipes with Flowmasters & hi-flo cats installed."

"Now he's wondering why his car runs like crap!"

>It is kinda funny.

>But you try to take the high road.

"Come on, you shouldn't make fun, Dashie."

"You didn't know anything about exhaust back-pressure either until the Boss explained it to you."

>She scoffs.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't go drop a grand on new pipes without understanding how they work, duh!"

>Yeah, she's got a point there.

>She begins to shift her weight back & forth awkwardly.

>She wants something; you can read her body language.

"So, listen, Anon...we should hang out sometime. You know, away from the shop."

>You nod.

"Sure Dash. That would be cool."

>She's excited, concealing it poorly.

"Whatcha doin' tonight?"

>Truth is, you already have plans.

"Sorry, I told Rachel I'd see her tonight."

>Ooohh, that did not make Dash happy.

>She looks like you just dumped ice water on her head.

>For some reason Dash does not like your girlfriend.

>Actually, it's pretty easy to understand.

>Rachel is everything Dash is not.

>Perfectionist, everything has to be spotless.

>Wears heels everywhere, never seen without a perfect outfit & makeup.

>Hates getting dirty or sweaty.

>Got a reception job at a hotel just because she's hot.

>Has never had the hood up on her own car.

"That's what I have you for, my smoopy-doopy."

>You thought Dashie was gonna barf when she overheard that conversation.

>But Rachel does have her positive attributes.

>Two of them...right on her chest.

>And they are awesome.

 

>Rachel doesn't seem to like Dash either.

>You've explained to her she's not a threat.

"Relax, she's just a kid. I'm like a big brother to her."

>Rachel is not impressed.

"What she NEEDS is a big sister to show her how to act like a real girl."

"Stop hanging around a dirty garage & for gods sake put some makeup on!"

>You like them both.

>But you have to carefully keep them apart.

>Looks like that isn't going to be possible today.

 

>It's near quitting time.

>Rachel has just arrived in her Scion xB.

>Dash loathes that car.

"Hello, smoopy-doo, ready for our date tonight?"

>She leans forward & cranes her neck out to kiss you.

>Making sure only her lips get near your dirty coveralls.

>Out of the corner of your eye you can see Dash hang her tongue out & stick a finger down her throat like she's gagging.

>Unfortunately Rachel saw it too.

>Fuck.

>Here comes the shitstorm you were hoping to avoid.

"Oh...the little troll doesn't approve. Why don't you go play under a bridge?"

"From the look of you that's what you've been doing all day."

>Dash balls her fists and snorts in contempt.

"I've been working all day...you know...a job!"

>Aww crap. Are you gonna have to break these two up?

"I'll have you know I have a job. A real job."

"One that doesn't involve wallowing in filth."

"And one that I actually get paid for."

>Uh-ho. That last one really pissed Dash off.

>To be honest that line about wallowing in filth pissed you off a little.

>And it definitely got the other mechanics' attention.

>If she's got something against people who get dirty for a living, what's she doing with you?

>Oh yeah...you pay for stuff.

 

>Dash & Rachel continue to go back & forth.

>You try to placate the situation, but they're focused on each other.

"Grubby little lesbo!"

"Stuck up bitch!"

"Try sticking one of your filthy fingers up inside yourself...you might discover you're actually a girl!"

"Well I guess you're the expert at having random things stuck inside you, slut!"

>Goddamnit...Dash just took it too far.

>Rachel turns red with anger.

"You watch your mouth, little girl, before somebody washes it out!"

>Dash grins widely, giving challenge.

"Well I'd like to see a mall-bought princess like you try."

>Then Rachel does the dumbest thing she could possibly do.

>Assuming this to be a typical girl-fight, she swings her purse at Dash.

>Massive, massive mistake.

>Rainbow Dash does not fight like a girl.

>The she lunges forward & body checks the older girl.

>Rachel is not knocked down.

>You & Leo grab Dash to hold her back from attacking again.

 

>For a moment it looks like Rachel might regain her balance.

>But at the critical moment her high-heel breaks.

>Rachel falls ass-first into a puddle of oil & antifreeze from an '88 Oldsmobile Cutlass.

"THAT LITTLE BITCH HIT ME! You all saw it!"

>There's zero chance of peace now.

>Leo holds Rainbow Dash back while you help Rachel up.

"Call the police! I want her charged with assault!"

>But nobody calls.

>After that line about wallowing in filth for a living Rachel has very few friends here.

"I dunno...looks like you fell to me" mutters Leo.

>Another mechanic adds;

"That's what you get for wearing high heels in a garage."

>The Boss has been watching too.

>He points to a sign.

"Yeah, I'm afraid you're not even supposed to be back here."

>Employees Only in Service Area

>Rachel turns to you, seething with anger.

"Anon! What are you waiting for? Call the damn police!"

>You try to calm her down.

"Please relax, you're blowing this out of proportion."

"I'll pay to have your outfit cleaned. Let's just go and..."

>But Rachel shoves you away.

"Anon you dick, if you take her side we're through! Understand me? Through!"

>It's tempting.

"I'm not taking anyone's side."

>But that's not good enough.

>She stomps away, limping with one broken heel.

"Fuck you, you goddamn faggot Anon! If you aren't going to take my side then I'm leaving!"

>Well, right now that feels like a blessing in disguise.

>You wave her off.

"Alright. Bye."

 

>Rachel howls in anger. She gets into her Scion & slams the door.

>She whips out of the parking lot as fast as that underpowered box on wheels will go.

>Cutting directly into oncoming traffic.

>Horns blast...she flips them off.

>You actually feel kinda relived she's gone.

>Gonna miss those titties though.

 

>Dashie has a huge grin on her face.

>But you're not in the mood.

"Anon, that was awesome, she..."

>Before she can finish you grab her by the arm.

"Tool room! NOW!"

>You push the girl into the only private room in the garage & slam the door.

"What the FUCK were you thinking?"

"Was any of that bullshit necessary?"

"I just broke up with my girlfriend because of a fight YOU started!"

>So happy just moments before, Dash looks like she's about to cry now.

"Sh-she threw the f-first punch...I mean...she swung her p-purse at me."

>Weak defense, Dash.

"Oh come on...she didn't even hit you. And that was no reason to hockey-check her ass!"

>Her bottom lip begins to quiver.

>Your response is not what she expected.

"But I barely hit her!"

"Only because Leo & I stopped you. If we hadn't you'd have ripped her face off."

>Rainbow sits down on a stool.

>Tears pool up in her eyes, but she buries her face in her dirty hands before you can see them roll down her cheeks.

"I'm s-sorry Anon. I didn't mean to...I mean...I n-never wanted to hurt you."

>Deep breaths, get control of yourself.

"I don't get it Dash. I know you don't like her, but you didn't need to pick a fight."

"And why did you have to call my girlfriend a slut?"

>She looks up at you, in full tears now.

"Because it's TRUE, Anon! She's had more wieners in her mouth than that Japanese guy who set all the hot dog records!"

"I'd never lie to you, but if you don't believe me ask anyone else! Everybody knew about her!"

>Silence for a few moments.

>Just the sound of Dashie sniffling & sobbing.

>To be honest, this is not a big surprise.

>You kinda suspected it, you just didn't care.

>You were only with Rachel because she was hot.

>It was never serious.

>Eventually you'd break up. You had no long term plans.

>But you never considered how much this was hurting Dash.

"I hated her, Anon! She was fucking around with every jerk behind your back!

"You deserve better than a tramp like her! You're such an awesome guy!"

 

>It's hard to stay angry at her.

>You sit down on a stool across from her as she continues;

"Anon, do you remember when I really screwed up that time a few months ago?"

>Kinda hard to forget that.

"I got my ass paddled by the Principal at school & all my friends were mad at me."

"My Dad grounded me for a whole month."

"You were the ONLY one who was still nice to me."

"Now I've gone & screwed that up!"

>She's getting kind of frantic, weeping & pleading with you.

"If you wanna be with Rachel I'll try my best to fix things!

"I'll call her & apologize. I'll pay for her outfit!

"Just please...please don't stop being friends with me!"

>Okay, you can't let her go on in this state.

>You were mad at her, but not anymore.

>All those times you've told her it's okay to be a girl.

>Girls can be tough, girls can be strong.

>Well...it's okay to be fragile sometimes too.

>You put your arms around her, rocking back and forth.

"I'm not concerned with Rachel, but we'll always be friends."

>That actually makes her cry harder.

>But it's different. You can feel her releasing all her tension & worry.

"I'm sorry I acted that way, but it's not just Rachel."

>Where's she going with this?

"All the girls you go out with are total losers!

"Tramps & sluts & idiots. I don't understand...why?

"You're such a great guy, I just hate it when you pick the worst girls to be with!"

>This is a hard topic to discuss with Dashie.

>You've always thought of her as a little sister.

>But if she feels the same way you understand how she'd feel hurt by this.

"Dash, I never meant to make you feel bad.

"Guys...we're just like that.

"I'm not dumb, I know the girls I mess around with are trashy.

"It's just for fun. I'm not serious about any of them.

"I'm certainly not gonna marry any of them!"

>Dash pulls back a little and wipes her tears.

"Then why are you with them? Couldn't you just as easily mess round with a nice, smart girl?"

>Awkward.

"I'm just not ready for that, Rainbow. You might think I'm cool, but come on, I'm just a kid working in a garage. I'm not ready for serious yet. When I am I hope I'll know it, but for now I'm just having some fun with these girls. I hope you understand, and I'm sorry if I hurt you."

>She nods.

>That's a good sign. This could have gone either way.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Anon.

"Because if it's just for fun, and it's not serious...maybe we could...um...have some fun too?"

 

>Holy mothershitting fuck.

>You were not expecting that.

>Dashie has always been like a little sister to you.

>You can't...no...don't even think about it. It's wrong.

>Also, it's illegal. She's just a kid.

"Anon, what do you think? As long as it doesn't mean anything do you want to mess around with me?"

>Whoa, shit just got too real.

>For the first time in your life you notice her boobs.

>Not great...perky little A-cups.

>You've always liked great big titties.

>Why does your boner disagree?

>Traitor! Stop making this difficult!

>You can't fuck around with Dashie!

"No, no, no...this is wrong. We can't."

>She's not letting you off that easy.

"Anon, you just said you weren't ready to be serious yet. That it's just for fun.

"Well I'm not ready to be serious yet either.

"Let's have fun together...like friends!"

>She hugs you close, slowly beginning to grind against you.

>No way...gotta stop this now.

>Gently but forcefully you shove her away.

"Look, Dash, I'm flattered, you're a great girl, but I could go to jail for this!"

>She looks offended.

"Seriously Anon? You think I'd tell on you?"

"Use your head. If the wrong people found out I'd be in as much trouble as you.

"Serious trouble; if my Dad knew I was messing around with a boy he would tan my..."

>You stop her right there.

"Rainbow, are you seriously comparing a spanking from your Dad to 20 years of brutal ass-rape in prison?"

>She stands up from her stool.

"Whatever...we don't want either one to happen. I am WAY more loyal than to ever rat you out, and I am way smarter than to go blabbing about it to anyone who might gossip."

>She backs up to the door, blocking it.

"Look, I'm tired of talking about it. I'm going to get completely naked right now."

>WHAT?

>Hello prison.

"All this time you've been telling me I'm pretty & it's okay for me to act like a girl.

"Well now you're gonna see what kind of girl I really am.

"I know I'm not as hot as the sluts you like to fuck, but you're going to look at me anyway."

>She begins unbuttoning her jeans.

>She unzips the fly.

>You catch a glimpse of white panties.

"You're going to look at me, and if you still don't want me I'll shut up about it forever, I promise.

"If you close your eyes or leave, I'll just keep at it until you acknowledge me. I'm not going to give up, understand?"

>There's really no way out of this.

>You can't have her flirting with you at work, in front of the guys...or your boss.

"Fine. Make sure the door is locked, Dash."

>She opens it and peeks outside.

"The bay doors are closed. Everyone has gone home. We're alone."

"Lock the door anyway, Dash."

>She giggles, but complies.

 

>Rainbow Dash turns on the radio.

>Oh god, why did it have to be Hendrix?

>The whole world is conspiring against you.

>The slender tomboy begins a private strip tease all for you.

>Her work boots are kicked off.

>The jeans fall to the ground.

>She bends over in front of you, showing off a tight, athletic ass.

>Hands still dirty with brake dust grasp & kneed her cheeks.

>Those panties are no longer pristine white but streaked with black dust.

 

>She kneels on the stool with one knee and gently kicks with her other leg.

>Spinning slowly, Dash pulls her t-shirt over her head.

>Jimi isn't being much help.

You know you are, cute little heartbreaker,

Foxey

And you know you are, sweet little lovemaker,

Huh...foxey.

>He's conspiring with your traitorous boner to confirm all Rainbow Dash's ideas.

>Fight it, fight it!

>She tosses the t-shirt clear, it lands on your face.

>Her scent, honest working sweat & boys deodorant.

>Just leave it on your face...don't look at her.

>But you pull it away. You have to look.

>Rainbow stops spinning & prances over to you, swinging her hips to the song.

>She wasn't wearing a bra. She's just in her soot streaked panties.

I see you, I'm down on the scene,

Foxey

You make me, wanna get up an' a scream,

Foxey

>She straddles you, so close you can feel her warmth.

"Ready?"

>She slips the panties off.

>You have to admit, it's the prettiest little pussy you've ever seen.

>Crowned with a tiny patch of rainbow hair.

>Resistance is futile.

I made up my mind. I'm tired of wastin' all my precious time.

You got to be all mine, all mine.

Foxey lady.

>That's it...you reach out and touch her.

>At least you washed your hands before Rachel arrived.

>You know that song is only 3 minutes and 20 seconds long.

>Rainbow Dash utterly destroyed your resistance before the guitar solo.

"I win" she says.

>Yeah, she wins.

>You rip off your coveralls.

>Luckily it was warm today so you just have boxers underneath.

>She pulls your T-shirt off & begins kissing your chest.

>It's dirty & sweaty.

>You've both been working on cars all day, neither of you have showered.

>Zero. Fucks. Given.

 

>Your fingers are the only clean part of your body and they probe Rainbow Dash.

>She's on your lap now, legs akimbo, giving your fingers great access.

>Her pussy is already dripping wet.

"Oww, owww, deeper Anon...please."

>You're careful not to hurt her, but you satisfy her wish.

>She rewards your attention, reaching into your shorts for her prize.

>Your dick needs no further urging, he's been ready for a while now.

 

>With her still leaning on your chest you almost fall over backwards.

>It's hard to concentrate, but you spin the stool so you can lean back on the work bench.

>That's better.

>You no longer have to balance both of your weight.

>More brain cells can be spent grinding on RD's tight young body now.

>She sits up, allowing you a super close up of her breasts.

>Not much to work with, but you do your best.

>With your mouth & spare hand you cradle & caress the little A-cups.

>She's running her fingers thru your hair, moaning with delight.

>That pussy is so wet it's soaking your boxer shorts.

>All the lube Dashie needs to stroke your cock up & down.

>Convenient how these things work out.

>It's hot, it's nasty, it's intense.

>It can't last forever.

>You've intentionally been avoiding her clitoris.

>Massaging her inner lips, rimming the vag opening.

>You're being respectful of her hymen, not reaching all the way up to her cervix.

>But it's time for the coup de grâce now.

>Dashie can't be that experienced, so you know she won't last long once you touch the magic button.

>And she doesn't.

 

>The moment you rub her clitoris Rainbow jumps and gasps for air.

"Oh shit Anon! Oh shit!"

>You thought she was wet before? Gonna need a mop.

>It's so sensitive, she twists & writhes on your hand.

>But you don't allow her to escape.

>No mercy for the clit.

>In no time at all she hits orgasm, nearly ripping your hair out.

>Then Dash relaxes.

>She slumps forward against you, panting.

>Is it all over?

>Shit...you're gonna have some serious blue balls if it is.

>But she knows what you need.

 

>Rainbow Dash slides down your body, wet with vaginal fluid & sweat.

>She takes your grateful boner into her mouth.

>Oh, he's so happy in there.

>Wet, slippery & warm, just how he likes it.

>Sure, she's kinda clumsy.

>Doesn't know when to lick and when to suck.

>But this is no time for complaints.

>You try to hold out as long as you can.

>But the instant she starts to juggle your balls it's all over.

"Watch out!"

>Dash closes her eyes just in time.

>She gets a face load, and more on her flat chest.

 

>For a while neither of you know what to say.

>Then you both start laughing.

>Holy shit. What a day.

 

>Luckily you're alone, so you can both wash up in the safety shower.

>It's there just in case somebody gets chemicals or fuel spilled on them.

>This is probably the first time two employees have taken a naked shower together in it.

>You pleasure her again.

>She pleasures you again.

>It's so wrong but there's no way you're stopping now.

>You've taken your friendship to a new level.

>She's not your little sister anymore.