/fit/Dom Dash

For a thread requesting a fit/buff dash overpowering and/or raping Anon.  Story contains the following:

>no hooves

>rape

>and anon being a general fat fuck

 

Encounter the First

 

>Briiiiiing!

>And there's the warning bell

>With a sigh and a heavy heart you trudge down the hall to your next class

>Ugh, weightlifting.

>How did it ever come to this?

>Oh, right, your dad.

>"You should take the weightlifting course, Anon!" he'd said with a laugh.

>"It'll be good to build some muscle in those flabby arms of yours!"

>If only he knew how much of a mistake it was.

>You take your time changing, and by the time you leave the locker room, the rest of the students are already in rotation.

>Hoping to stay out of sight for the rest of the class, you stick to the outer edges of the weight room, planning on drifting along with a random group.

>The sudden trill of a whistle puts that thought to bed in an instant.

>"Well, well, look who decided to join us.  Did you get your makeup on right, Anonymous?"

>Ugh, Rainbow Dash.

>The Senior athlete gives you a grin and cocks her hand on her hip while the rest of the class chuckles.

>As the athletic director's prime player, she's managed to work her way into being a student aide.

>Most days she grunts her way through her personal routine for the entire period.

>However, she's recently taken an interest in your progress.

>Or lack thereof.

>Best to defuse this as quickly as possible.

"G-good morning, Rainbow..."

>With an amused huff, the athlete approaches you and grabs a hold of your arm.

>You flinch as she looks you over, a scowl settling onto her lips as she forces you to flex.

>It takes a few seconds, but your nose twitches as you catch a whiff of her still sweaty body.

 

>Before you can complain, Dash shakes her head and grabs you by the hand, pulling you away from the wall.

"Huh, wait!"

>It quickly becomes clear that she's having none of that, giving your arm another firm tug.

>"Come on, Squirt, I'm not going to stand by while you turn into a fucking tubbo, not on my watch!"

>You can hear the laughter of your classmates echo in your ears as Rainbow's calloused palms slide back and forth against yours.

>And then you see where she's taking you.

>The power rack.

>Oh no.

>Oh no, no, no.

>Isolated from the rest of the class, it’s generally reserved for athletes and only for use with a teacher or an aide present.

>It’s also the stuff of nightmares.

>The steel cage looms over you, dark, cold and unfeeling.

>Your heart hammers away in your chest as your future flashes before your eyes.

>Setting up the weights.

>Attempting to squat.

>Finding out you put too much weight on and falling face first onto the ground.

>Getting trapped under the bar, ass in the air and kicking wildly to try and escape.

>And the laughter…

>Your social life will be ruined for the rest of the year!

>Fueled by fear, you try to slip your hand from Rainbow’s, but she senses your escape attempt and proceeds to crush your hand within hers.

>Biting your lip is the only thing that keeps you from crying out.

>With an elegant twist of her wrist, Dash lets go of your hand and sends you stumbling into the cage.

>Even without any weight, your knees are already clacking together.

>This can only end in tears.

>Jerking your head back, you consider making a break for it when the muscular athlete's eyes fix on yours.

 

>"Now listen to me, Anon."

>Rainbow Dash makes a show of cracking her knuckles and gives a cold smile.

>"This is for your own good.  So stay put while I set up the bar."

>A sense of dread settles into your stomach as you see the promise of death in those raspberry colored irises.

"Yu-yuh," you manage, watching as Rainbow's lips quickly turn upward.

>"Great!  Trust me, after today you're going to love lifting."

>She begins to hum a little tune as she walks to one side, then the other, setting the weights onto the bar.

>You do some quick math in your head and feel the color drain from your face as you realize she's put a hundred and forty pounds on there.

>Just as you're about to say to hell with it and take your chances getting beaten up, a slender finger presses itself into your back, sending you stumbling forward into the metal bar.

>Dash laughs and shakes her head.

>"All right, you remember how this works, right?"

>Too late...

>You give a helpless nod and glance to either side of the bar.

>One last chance.

"Rainbow, I don't know if I can do th-"

>"Forget it, Squirt.  You're not leaving here until I'm sure that you've given it your all."

>For a moment, her expression softens and she cocks her head to the side.

>"Besides, I'm right here in case something goes wrong."

>If you weren't certain that she was out to kill you, you'd almost believe she was trying to be nice.

>Managing a scared grin, you bend your knees and position yourself under the bar.

"H-here I go..."

>The raised contours of the chilly metal sting like little teeth hungry to grind your soft palms to the bone.

>The mirror in front of you shows Dash with a broad smile on her face.

>That bitch...

>Okay, just get it up off the rack and then drop it.

>She can't say anything then.

 

>You position your feet and make sure the bar is snug before extending your knees to a standing position.

>To your surprise, the bar goes up with relative ease.

>In spite of your amazement, one unsteady step back becomes a second, moving you away from the bar catcher.

>Maybe, just maybe, you can do it.

>Your legs quiver as you struggle to support the weight, but here you are, ready to squat.

>Hope spurs you on as you stare at your reflection.

>But then doubt raises its ugly head again.

>You…

>You can’t do it!

>And then the fear settles back into your belly and your knees lock up.

>They’re followed quickly by your fingers.

>It's official, you're not going anywhere.

>Giving a helpless whimper you try to look over your shoulder, but the bar prevents you from moving your head from side to side.

>Looking into the mirror, you shoot Rainbow Dash a pitiful look and mouth the words, 'help me'.

>The excitement that was evident on her face falls as she catches sight of your struggles.

>She takes a moment before sighing and walking up behind you.

>One of her hands positions itself behind the back of your neck, holding the bar in place and taking a little bit of the weight off of you.

>You heave a sigh of relief, but tense up again as you feel the unfamiliar touch of rough fingers under the hem of your shirt.

>"Is that all you've got?"

>The heat from Rainbow Dash's words tickle at your ear, causing it to burn in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

>That familiar scent of her sweat settles in again as you chance a glance in the mirror and see your stern faced student aide slide her fingers along your stomach.

>A shudder rolls down your spine when her hand moves up further, taking a moment to find and flick your nipples.

>"You fucking fat fuck, what the hell kind of squat is that.  You're supposed to be strong!"

>Her voice, while low, carries with it an acidic quality that you can feel burning away between your ears.

 

>Tears burn in your eyes and your legs feel as though they’re about to snap in half.

>It’s useless.

"I-I can't.  It's too much..."

>"Bullshit."

>The pressure on your shoulders increases suddenly as she presses her palm against the bar.

>Your knees quiver and seem to bend ever so slightly.

>With a small purr, Rainbow's voice tickles your ear again.

>"What was that just now?  I think your body was saying 'I want to get stronger but this fat fuck is thinking too much about how he can't'.  Well, maybe I can give you something else to focus on for a little while, huh?"

>Dash's hand roams lower, slipping under the elastic waistband of your pants and pressing her chest into your back.

>Despite the compression clothing, you can still feel the contours of her breasts and her hard nipples jabbing into you.

>She toys with a few strands of pubic hair before pulling them out abruptly.

>With a grunt you didn't even know you could make, you drop a little lower before your knees refuse to continue.

>"Better, better," Dash whispers, "but I think we can go... lower."

>And with that, her hand slides down to your dick.

>You bite back a groan as she takes a moment to toy with your testicles, sliding her tough fingers along the tender flesh before moving on to the shaft.

>She doesn't grip it, but allows her fingers free rein as she applies a little more pressure to the bar.

>In spite of your knocking knees, you find yourself quickly dropping until your butt is a few inches away from your heels.

 

>Dash licks her lips as she lets her eyes roam over your compacted body.

>"That's a good boy.  Your form could use a little more work, but we're nearly there.  Now you just have to... get it up."

>Oh.

>Real fucking funny.

>You try to come up with a witty response but can only manage a grunt as she closes her fist around your cock.

>It's quite unlike your own palms, tight and firm and, to be honest, not that bad.

>The athlete gives a few whispers of encouragement as she begins to beat your meat, but all the blood has gone from your head that this point and you can't process any of it.

>Just as you're about to cum, she stops.

>A sudden surge of energy rolls through your body and, fueled by a mixture of arousal and rage, you feel yourself pushing back against the weight on your shoulders.

>Huffing and puffing, it's a good three seconds before you realize you're standing again.

>Wide eyed and unable to process what just happened, you don't even notice as Rainbow Dash removes her hand from your shorts and helps you trot the bar back into place.

>Then, as if nothing had happened, she slaps you on the back and grins.

>"Way to go Squirt!  I knew you had it in you."

>Giving you a friendly pat on the rump, she throws an arm around your shoulders and points to your reflection.

>"This guy right here has the potential to be a beast."

>You?

>Really?

>You stare at your flushed and sweaty face, trying to process what just happened.

>As you do, Rainbow leans in again and smiles.

>"But, it's going to take a lot of work.  A lot of extra work.  Meet me here after school and we'll work on your form."

>Another slap on the butt and the athlete turns on the ball of her foot and goes to inspect other students.

>You stare at her retreating backside, and can only manage a simple stammering response.

"O-okay..."

>...How did things come to this?

 

 

 

Encounter the Second

 

>The bell rings and you slink away from your hiding place, eager to disappear into the throng of students.

>It’s been three days since your encounter with Rainbow Dash in the weight room.

>Despite the fact that she all but raped you in front of the entire class, no one seemed to notice anything.

>It’s like once you were out of their sight you no longer existed.

>But maybe it was better that way.

>After all, getting raped by a girl isn’t something to be proud of, even if she is the strongest girl in school.

>Instead, you’ve taken to skipping weightlifting and sneaking around the school like a rat.

>You’ve already had a dozen close calls as Rainbow as stomped by your hiding places.

>Thankfully, you haven’t been found out yet, and you only need to keep this up until she loses interest in you.

>It shouldn’t be that long, right?

>Besides, she’s not the brightest bulb in the box, there’s no way she’d fi-

>“YOU!”

>Your blood goes cold as you can hear perfectly trained lungs inhale and huff in frustration.

>Gulping, you twist your head and find Rainbow Dash glowering at you.

>Despite the fact she’s out of the gym, she still hasn’t left the attire behind.

>Her shirt is mostly sleeveless, covering only her shoulders and highlighting the already noticeable muscles in her arms.

>Likewise, her pants are little more than compression shorts, coming down just past the thighs and clinging to her legs like a second skin.

>If you weren’t about to get pummeled, you might even enjoy the view.

>In fact, you are enjoying the view, at least in part.

 

>Dash’s hands are balled into tight fists, quivering with a barely contained rage as she takes a menacing step forward.

>“What the fuck do you think you’re doing skipping out on weightlifting?”

>You do a one-eighty, taking a step back in the process as you bring your hands up to your chest.

“I, I don’t know what you’re talking about Rainb-”

>“And what about my offer?  I don’t offer to take any Joe Schmo under my wing, you know.”

>Lines of sweat trickle broad rivers down your forehead and you can already feel your pits begin to go into overdrive.

>Fear extends its cold fingers and attempts to turn your stomach into a balloon animal as you give a sheepish, terrified grin.

“I, I was just…”

>“Can the excuses, fat fuck!”

>Rainbow scowls and crosses her arms over her chest.

>Despite your fear, you can’t help but notice that she seems a little more pronounced outside of the weight room.

>Her breasts fit snuggly against the inside of her arms, flowing out and over the meticulously nurtured muscles.

>Dash clears her throat and brings your eyes level with hers.

>“Keep your eyes up here.”

>Great, now she’s even more pissed.

>Taking another breath, the athlete closes her eyes.

>You can see as she visibly tries to bring her anger down to a more manageable level.

>As she lets out a deep sigh, her nostrils flare and she fixes you with a menacing grin.

>“Hey, Squirt.  You wouldn’t happen to be scared of me, would you?”

>Don’t admit it.

>Don’t admit it.

>Don’t admit it.

“N-No?”

>Good on you, Anonymous.

>But Dash doesn’t seem convinced and she dons an even wider smile.

>“You’re full of shit.  And now I’m going to take it out on your fat ass.”

>The athlete makes a determined step in your direction and instinct kicks in.

>There are two choices.

>You could make a stand and take your beating.

>Or you could puss out.

>All it takes is a quick glance back to Rainbow’s face.

>That evil, evil grin.

>You turn tail and make a break for it.

 

>It never even dawns on you that you don’t stand a chance until you’re rounding the corner and already hear the feather-light footfalls of Rainbow Dash hot on your heels.

>In spite of your wheezing, you can hear her growling in your ear as she comes up alongside you.

>“Is that all you’ve got in those chunky legs of yours, Squirt?  You can’t even dream of pacing yourself with me on your ass.”

>She swats your rear and you squeal in response.

>Your face goes flush as you hear the young woman give a pig-like snort before bursting out laughing.

>Rainbow stops long enough to laugh at you and you’re quick to switch directions while she’s distracted, making a break back for the main hall.

>It’s not much, but you manage to stay out of her reach and make it into the crowd.

>Your bulk finally works to your advantage as you shove your way through the students, much to their dismay, leaving a trail of sweat in your wake.

>Out of curiosity, you chance a glance back and immediately wish that you hadn’t.

>Dash is moving through the crowd with much more ease than you could ever hope for, twisting and turning her body to fit through the small spaces students keep between them.

>Once or twice, you see her chest get caught in a particularly tight spot and your heart leaps at the opportunity to escape, but she just powers through, leaving a rather embarrassed student behind every time.

>Even when she’s struggling, she manages to make the pursuit look effortless.

>Meanwhile, you’re stuck wheezing your way in a prolonged shoving match, desperately trying to make room that simply doesn’t exist.

>Your heart sinks as you realize the futility of your attempted escape and your legs slowly become heavy and leaden.

>Stumbling through the crowd, you fall onto the cool tile floor and gasp for air like a fish out of its bowl.

 

>The rubbery thud of Rainbow’s sneakers echo along the ground and tickle your body.

>Her shadow extends over you and as you glance back, you see her with a mischievous grin on her lips.

>“Should have stood and taken it, Squirt.”

>Rainbow walks up beside you and grabs herself a seat on your upper back, forcing your chest into the floor.

>While you struggle for air, Dash digs in her backpack and hums a little tune.

>That’s when you realize that this is it.

>She’s digging in there for some nightmare device and she’s going to ruin you forever.

>You’re fucking dead.

>“Ah, found’em.”

>This is it.

>Pressing your forehead against the cold floor, you wait for the killing blow to arrive.

>Rainbow’s weight shifts and you hear one of her feet fall on the other side of your head.

>As you take your final breath, you feel her tap something against your skull.

>“Hey, Earth to Anonymous.  Lift your head up.”

>Ah, she wants to see your face before she beats you.

>You do as she asks, opening your eyes and find a clear bottle of water dangling in front of your face.

>After a moment, you can hear the athlete huff in frustration and tap it against your nose.

>“Well don’t just stare at it, take the damn thing.”

>As you’re not in any position to do so, you pull your right arm out from behind her leg and take the bottle.

>Twisting your neck, you look back at her.

>She’s got her own and is currently knocking it back with slow, leisurely sips.

>Noticing she has your attention, Dash cocks an eyebrow and pulls the lip of the bottle far enough away to showcase a gentle smile.

“What is this?”

>Rainbow gives you an incredulous look before smirking and tapping her own bottle against the side of your head.

 

>“Boy, you really are a fat fuck, huh?  It’s called water; it’s what you’re going to be drinking now instead of soda.”

>Wow.

>You’d heard that Dash was thick, but this is ridiculous.

>Before you can formulate a response, she reaches down and grabs hold of one of your love handles and gives it a jiggle.

>Having learned your lesson from before, you bite back the squeal and let the star player speak her piece.

>“Let me ask you something Squirt, do you think that anyone is impressed by these?”

>Your belly quivers again and you shake your head.

>“Exactly, and I bet looking like you just stepped off the set of a Jell-O commercial doesn’t feel too great either, does it?”

>You manage another headshake, even as your anger begins to bubble in your chest.

>She’s right, but she doesn’t have to be a cunt about it.

>With a sigh, Dash reclines and rests her elbows on your backside.

>“So, when I say that you’re going to work with me after school, you’re going to be there.”

>Oh no.

>Hell no.

>There’s no way.

>Even as you open your mouth to speak, you hear Rainbow’s feet shuffle against the floor.

>Before you realize it, your head is squished between her muscular thighs.

>She gives a firm squeeze and you feel as though your head is about to pop like a pimple.

>Despite the fact that your head is going to explode, you feel your dick straining against your pants.

>Her thighs have a slightly musky odor to them, though it’s heavily masked by the simple and fresh scent of bar soap.

>You can still hear the blood pounding through her body as she works herself back down to a reasonable heart rate.

>And then you feel a gentle touch of moisture presses against the back of your neck.

>It’s sweat.

>It’s got to be.

>After a few seconds, she releases her grip just enough for you to hear her speak.

>“You’re going to be there after school.”

 

>Ah, so this is how it is.

>Not a request, but a demand.

>With your concave cheeks cradled by her heated thighs, you give a small affirmative reply.

“Yeth.”

>And just like that Rainbow releases you from her grip.

>“Good to hear.  Now remember to drink the water slowly, otherwise you’ll cramp up.”

>You give an affirmative grunt and unscrew the cap.

>Despite your desire to chug it all down, Dash’s still flexing thighs convince you otherwise.

>As though she could feel your erection through your body, Dash slides her rump back and forth a few times, dragging your dick against the ground in the process.

>But if she notices, she doesn’t give any indication.

>At last, the bell rings and Rainbow perks up.

>“Well, I think I’ve made my point.”

>With a practiced ease she rolls off of your back and dusts herself off.

>Shooting a glance over her shoulder, she winks at you.

>“Don’t let me down again, Squirt.”

>Despite the playful attitude, there’s a very dark tone carried beneath it.

>You simply grunt and nod and Rainbow goes off on her way.

>Unfortunately, your boner isn’t as quick to retreat, and you end up tardy to your next class.

>It’s going to be a long semester.

 

 

 

Encounter the Third

 

>It's Thursday and you're now into the second week of your 'extra training' with Rainbow Dash

>You've only been at this for a few days but you've already been reduced to a shuffling mess.

>Last night, you went home and passed out on the bed right after dinner.

>You almost slept through your morning session, but Dash's warning tone managed to worm its way into your subconscious and rouse you from the dead.

>So, like a zombie, you stumble through the open door.

>Dash is waiting for you, like always, and seems to have already worked up quite a sweat.

>Even though it always smells like old sweat, there’s a distinct feminine tang in the air that you’ve begun to associate with your trainer.

>After numerous encounters with her placing her hands along your body as she guides you through the exercises, you can’t help but get half a chub at the very prospect of working with her again.

>Thankfully, you’ve gotten to be rather good at hiding it.

>Currently, the sculpted sports star seems to be taking a break, flexing in front of a mirror as you trudge over towards her.

>Her head twists as she spots you in the mirror.

>A smile splits her face as the young woman with the multi-colored dye job cocks her head to the side.

>"Morning, Squirt!"

>You groan, noting the cheerful tone in Rainbow Dash's voice.

>The weight room is still empty at this time, so the sound carries very easily.

>Despite that, Dash doesn't seem to notice.

>Instead, she makes a show of rotating her left shoulder, then her right and pounding her fist into her palm.

>"You ready to break a sweat?"

 

"Rainbow, do we have to do this every day?"

>Dash continues to smile for a moment longer before returning to a standing position and pursing her lips.

>She doesn't look pleased by your moment of weakness.

>"I don't know, do you enjoy carrying around carrying around all that extra weight?"

>Does...

>Does she realize what she's implying here?

"Um... no?"

>Rainbow looks momentarily confused as she attempts to link the two ideas together before huffing in frustration.

>"Well if you're sick of being a fatfuck then yeah, we have to work you as hard as we can and as often as possible!"

>You're pretty sure that you're going to strain something if you keep this up, but Rainbow's stern glare and finger jab to the mirror in front of the free weights is enough to get you to shuffle over to the mirror.

>Dash takes you through your usual morning warm-ups, leaving you feeling only slightly refreshed, but significantly less sore.

>"All right, today we'll focus on shoulders and back, so grab your weights and we'll start with a few good-mornings."

>Despite your limp-noodle state, you stare at the circular weights for a moment before picking up the same ones you did last time.

>From your left, you hear Dash cough 'Puss' under her breath.

>You shoot her a glare, but the athlete grins like nothing happened, going so far as to rub her index finger over her lips.

>"C'mon Anon, you want to be out of here before the Volleyball team shows up, right?"

>That gets you moving.

>Having to deal with these one on one sessions is bad, but at least it keeps her from harassing you during class.

>A video of you being berated by Dash is the last thing you want the school to be talking about.

 

>Opting for slightly heavier weights, you set them on a bar and work the metal up onto your shoulders.

>You place your feet side by side and stare at your reflection.

>Dash gives you an encouraging smile and motions for you to begin.

>With a deep breath, you hold it for a moment before pushing your hips back.

>Your body groans as it gets back into the feel of things, leaving you parallel to the floor for a good three seconds.

>Then you're on your way back up, moving in reverse this time.

>One by one, you make your way through the exercises she calls out, and by the end you’re sweating bullets.

>As you finish up your final set of good-mornings, your back seems to seize up for a moment, leaving you staring at the ground.

>It’s too much.

>A series of wet splotches mar the slate grey pads along the floor, further driving home the fact that you're simply out of your element here.

>It's just not working.

>You’re not getting any better.

>You’re just stuck in a rut.

>With grunt you move back into an upright position and place the bar on the ground.

>Dash gives a small bounce beside you and grins.

>"See, what did I tell you?  You're getting stronger by the day!"

>You flush a little at her praise, but the excitement quickly fades as you catch sight of yourself in the mirror.

>What are you even doing here?

>You're both just wasting your time.

>It's better if you put a stop to this.

>Even as you open your mouth, you feel Rainbow's hand grip yours, her raspberry eyes sparkling with delight as she pulls you towards another piece of equipment.

>"Come on, I want to see how much your upper body strength has improved!"

 

>You allow yourself to be dragged along, if only to indulge yourself in the fantasy for a little while longer.

>Rainbow's actually a really cool girl after all, even if she is older than you.

>And, it's nice to have someone take such an interest in you.

>And, maybe you hope that she’ll rub up against you again too.

>But as she pulls you towards the pull up bar, your heart drops and you dig your heels into the floor.

>It doesn't do much, though Rainbow does give you a curious glance.

>"Everything all right, Squirt?"

>Well, this is it Anonymous.

>You can either tell her now or when you can't even manage a decent pull up and fall on your ass.

>Best now to avoid embarrassment.

>Real quick real easy.

>Dash I don't think I can do this anymore.

>You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

"Dash, I, don't think I can d-"

>"Hey."

>The athlete's voice gives you pause.

>It's very cold and very dark, carrying a hint of malice you haven't heard in over a week.

>You crack open your eye to see Rainbow scowling at you.

>"You said it again."

"Wh-what?"

>"I can't."

>Narrowing her eyes, Rainbow Dash's hand turns into a vice grip and she tugs you against her.

>Despite being smaller than you she has an incredible sense of balance and is firmly rooted to the spot as your bulk bounces off of her.

>The entire while, her expression never changes; her naked lips set into a thin line as she fumes in silence.

>Finally, she jabs a finger into your gut and speaks again, still in that low, menacing tone.

>"'You are perfectly capable of doing every exercise I show you, but when the going gets tough you keep pussing out.  'I can't' is your fall back for things that you're afraid to fail at and I'm getting real sick of this cowardly shit, Squirt."

>For emphasis, she grabs hold of your crotch and grins.

 

>Your entire lower body seems to go numb as everything locks into place.

>You give a futile squirm but don't dare try to wrench yourself out of her iron grip.

>This is certainly not what you wanted when you were thinking about physical contact!

>Rainbow gives a firm squeeze and, once she's sure she has your full attention, continues.

>"The thing is, it doesn't matter if you think you can or not, because you don't really have a choice anymore.  You're sick and tired of being a fatfuck, and because you feel that way that's never going to change.  So you'll either you get your ass down the road to being fit, or you sit down in the dust and wonder why all the other people just like you keep passing you by.  You can spend the rest of your life as a fat fucking bump on a log."

>For several long seconds, silence echoes between the two of you.

>Dash's face is flushed as she tries to calm herself down after her tirade.

>A ghost of a smile appears on her lips, and then you feel her grip loosen slightly before slender fingers begin sliding along your testicles.

>Though it's possible to pull away, you knees lock as your breath catches in your throat.

>Dash slides her thumb over your clothed cherries, giving a small grunt of approval as she moves on to tickling the underside of your cock.

>Biting the corner of her lip, she watches your erection strain against your shorts for a few seconds before releasing you entirely and crossing her arms over her chest.

>"Now, pull ups or puss on out of here and gorge yourself on tears and ice cream."

>Slowly, blood rushes back to your head and you have the sense to cover yourself.

>Rainbow rolls her eyes and nods towards the pull up bar, raising an eyebrow in the process.

>"Come on, we don't have all day so make up your mind."

>You nod and eye the bar.

>Few things are as terrifying as working against your own body weight when your legs are dangling in midair.

 

>Despite that, you take a moment to adjust your shorts and move to the bar.

>Rainbow crosses her arms over her chest and gives a slow nod.

>You stretch your arms over your head and, with a small jump, grab onto the bar.

>The bar creaks in protest but holds firm.

>For several seconds you hang in place, staring at Dash.

>She gives a half smile and cocks her hip to the side.

>"So, are we gonna do this or what?"

>Your face burns as you nod and tense your upper body.

>All too soon your arms chest and back join in as your muscles strain to lift your dangling bulk.

>Progress is slow, but inch by inch you pull yourself upwards, panting and wheezing the whole while.

>The closer you get to the bar, the wider Rainbow Dash smiles, until finally, your chin passes the apex and you begin your descent.

>Your body aches and burns, but you can't stop smiling.

>And something inside you starts to burn.

>Sweat dribbles down your face and neck and everywhere else as you go for another one.

>It's just as hard as the first time, harder even, but the knowledge that you can drives you forward.

>You manage two more pull ups before your arms turn to rubber and your sweat-slicked fingers send you crashing to the floor on your ass.

>The tingling in your arms keeps you from lifting them, an unfortunate fact that Rainbow Dash capitalizes on as she pounces on you.

>Pinning your shoulders to the ground beneath the bar, she wears a broad smile and shakes her head.

>"Way to push it out, Squirt.  I knew you had it in you."

>Biting her lip again, the young athlete drags her crotch against your still prominent erection, closing her eyes and shuddering as she does.

>The friction carries a delightful burn as she grinds on top of you, her breath quickly rising to short labored gasps as you writhe on the ground.

 

>The assault lasts only a few seconds as Rainbow suddenly stops; arching her chest outward as her eyes roll upwards towards the ceiling.

>You feel a gush of fluid against your crotch as Dash’s mouth drops open in a quiet scream.

>At last, a heady growl escapes the back of her throat as she snaps back to reality.

>With a shake of her head, the young woman turns her attention back to you.

>She gives a sheepish grin and brushes a swath of hair out of her eyes.

>"Sorry Anon, I guess I got a little excited."

>It takes her a few seconds more to catch her breath, but she gives your cock a playful pat and winks at you.

>"I've been pushing you hard the past couple days, so take tomorrow off, all right?"

"O-okay."

>Your voice is strained and you can barely give a futile nod in response.

>With a grunt, Dash hops to her feet and makes her way towards the door.

>As she reaches it, she pauses long enough to shoot you a grin.

>"I'll see you the day after and get started on the rest of your diet."

>You manage to prop yourself up onto your elbows and work up enough energy to shout after her.

"But that's Saturday!"

>Dash gives a flippant wave of her hand as she disappears around the corner.

>As you collect yourself, you begin to wonder what's more terrifying.

>That she just dry humped you on the weight room floor.

>Or that she apparently knows where you live.

>A shudder rolls down your spine as you consider the implications.

>Somewhere in the distance, you hear the bell ring.

“Oh shit!”

>Rolling onto your stomach, you push yourself into a standing position and hurry towards the showers, praying you’ll make it to your first class on time.

 

 

 

Encounter the Fourth

 

>Saturday morning begins with a quiet thud as something bounces off your window.

>Your eyes begin to drift open before slamming shut again, blocking out the rays of the rising sun.

>Groping for your alarm clock, you pull your sheet up over your head to get a look at the face without getting blinded.

>Quarter to eight.

>Fuck that.

>You shove the clock out of your bed and it hits the ground with a satisfying clang.

>Just as you’re about to drift back to dreamland, there’s another ping on your window.

>And then another.

>Great.

>With a grunt, you roll out of bed and stagger towards the window.

>Despite the rest day, your limbs still feel heavy and leaden, like you’re dragging plates tied to your wrists and ankles.

>Ugh, now you’re even thinking in gym terms.

>Stumbling around the various piles of stuff that litter your floor, you reach the window right as a pebble bounces off the glass.

>With a grunt, you pull the window open and lean outside.

>The chilly air of the autumn morning stings at your cheeks as you glare at the girl who interrupted your Saturday morning sleep-in.

>Rainbow Dash stands on the ground, giving you a happy wave with one hand, the other still cradling pieces of loose gravel.

>“Morning, Squirt!  Rise and shine!”

>You stare down at the star athlete in a mixture of confusion and exhaustion.

>Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to take the hint.

>Instead, she makes a show of it by flexing her muscles underneath the form fitting track suit and pointing towards the park.

>“Shake a leg, today’s a cardio day!”

>Grunting you shake your head and begin to protest.

 

“But I’m exhausted!  There’s no way I c-”

>In the time it takes you to blink, Dash rears back and sends another piece of broken asphalt towards the window.

>The small projectile nails you square in the middle of the forehead, cutting you off and leaving a stinging welt in its wake.

>As you’re rubbing the lump, Rainbow points again towards the park.

>“In five minutes I’ll be stretching out.  If you’re not there by the time I finish, I’m going to blow off my cardio day and focus on my overhand pitch allllll morning.  Got it?”

>She flashes you a cheeky grin and jogs towards the green patch of land.

>You grumble and pull yourself back inside, and dressing for the weather.

>The young woman greets you with a smile when you arrive, walking you through some general warm-ups to get you ready to go.

>In spite of your aching limbs, moving feels pretty good, and by the time you’ve loosened up you’re feeling a little better about the whole prospect of another day of training.

>Oh how wrong you were.

>Five minutes into the routine and you’re already gasping for air, nearly stumbling over your own feet as you try to keep up the illusion of being able to keep pace with Rainbow Dash.

>She comes by her name honestly, bouncing circles around you with a coy, almost mocking grin perpetually on her lips.

>You make a futile grasp in her direction, which she easily sidesteps and sends you crashing to your knees.

“T-too much… can’t breathe…”

>Wheezing through your teeth, you struggle to catch your breath while Dash bounces side to side in front of you.

>“This is what I was afraid of Squirt, you’ve got zero stamina.”

 

>Somehow you manage to catch your breath long enough to complain.

“How, exactly is this supposed to help me again?  I thought I was supposed to get stronger?”

>Rainbow Dash pauses for a moment, setting her heels on the ground and walking towards you.

“Believe me, strength is great, but there’s something to be said about stamina.”

>She squats down in front of you and cocks her head to the side before pressing her thumb against your lips.

>“But, there’s something to be said about being able to keep up too.”

>Taking a moment to bite down on the corner of her lip, Dash slides the tip of her finger into between your own lips.

>“Especially during, strenuous activity.  Otherwise, you’re going to be stuck being on your back for the rest of your life.”

>You gape up at the athlete as she removes her hand.

>Did, she just…

>At once, you feel a stinging sensation across your cheek.

>“And that’s what happens to lazy fat fucks who end up on their backs.  All they’re good for is getting smacked around.”

>Rainbow gives a pleased chuckle as she flexes her hand a few times before shaking it out.

>At once she hops to her feet and begins bouncing in place again.

>“All right, now that you’re motivated enough to bitch, let’s get back to it.  You’ll shed that weight in no time!”

>You struggle back to your feet and follow after Rainbow again, making sure to move at your own pace this time although regularly encouraged to pick up the pace by a firm swat on the backside.

>After an hour or so you get Dash’s okay to collapse on the park bench, which you do with gusto.

>She helps you stretch out again before plopping down beside you.

>“Cardio is hell, huh?”

>You give a mute nod in response before opening your eyes and getting a good look at her.

 

>She’s wearing a slight smile and staring at something off in the distance, though when you turn your head in that direction you don’t see anything of note.

>So you focus on her again.

>Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail to keep it off her neck, letting it wave in the breeze.

>Speaking of, a sudden chill rolls down your spine as your body attempts to shed excess heat.

>Shuddering, you sit up and find yourself uncomfortably close to Dash.

>Well, it’s not really that uncomfortable.

>The athlete raises her eyebrow for a moment before grinning and wrapping an arm around you.

>You’re both sweaty from the run, but she doesn’t seem to mind and you can’t bring yourself to pull away from her.

>The fact that she’s putting off heat like a radiator in the desert helps too.

>For several long minutes, the two of you sit in silence.

>Your legs have begun to cramp up by the time she pulls away.

>“Oh right, I nearly forgot.  I got something for you.”

>Well, that’s unexpected.

>You feel your face go hot as you watch Dash dig around in the waistband of her tracksuit.

>From your vantage point you can see hints of her thickly muscled thighs, cream-colored and entirely untouched by the sun.

>As you’re soaking in the scene, you hear a pair of fingers snap right by your ear.

>Snapping your attention back to her face, you see Rainbow cocking one of her eyebrows and turning up the corner of her mouth.

>“See something you like?”

“I-um-see…”

>While you stammer for a response, Dash sighs and flings her leg over you.

>With a grunt, she straddles your crotch and cradles your cheek in her hand.

 

>“It’s all right, I understand.”

>Her voice drips like honey as she places herself eye-to-eye with you.

>There’s a mischievous glint that worries you, but that feeling slowly fades into the background as she drags the backs of her short-clipped nails along your face.

>“You’ve done so well today, how about you close your eyes and I give you something…”

>She pauses, for effect most certainly, then lets out a breathy sigh that sends your lips tingling.

>“Nice.”

>No need to say it twice.

>You slam your eyes shut and pucker your lips.

>Dash giggles and you wait.

>The moment drags on for several seconds until you feel something being pressed against your lips.

>It’s very smooth and slightly warm, though it’s losing heat quickly.

>What’s more, it feels like… paper?

>As you open your eyes you feel Dash’s hand descend and cradle your testicles, putting you into an all too familiar situation.

>You go rigid at her touch, in more ways than one, and shoot a wounded stare in her direction.

>She’s still got that pleased smile, as she juggles your marbles between her fingers.

>“You’ve got moments where you can be cute Anonymous, but don’t start getting cheeky.  Remember who’s in charge here, and most importantly, remember who owns your ass.  And these too while we’re at it.”

>With a playful squeeze, Dash removes her hand and sighs.

>You’re left to nurse your aching sack as Rainbow climbs back to her feet and points at the paper between your lips.

 

>“That’s the diet I want you on for the next couple of weeks.  We’ll reassess your needs in the meantime.”

>Taking the slip of paper out, you unfold it and read over it, hoping to get an idea of what you need to get from the store.

>After several seconds of staring you sigh, folding it back up and sticking it in your pocket.

>You’ll try to decipher her chicken scratch later.

“What about tomorrow?”

>Dash gives a strained smile and laughs a little.

“I’ve got a match tomorrow, so training’s out of the question but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.  Just keep it light and don’t hurt yourself; we’ll get back into the swing of things on Monday.  Later!”

>Tapping her index finger against her temple, Dash turns to walk away when you call after her.

“S-So when are you going to tell me why?”

>“Why what?”

>You gulp, almost dreading the response.

“Why, why me?”

>The Senior pauses, then shoots you back a short grin before shrugging.

>“How about I agree to answer that when you beat one of my personal bests.  See you on Monday, Squirt.”

>And then she’s gone, jogging away from you.

>The cold air does wonders for clearing your head and ridding you of your now awkward erection, and soon you make your way back home as well.

>Somehow the questions keep building up on one another, and you’re not sure where to begin.

>Dash plays everything so close to her chest, it’s hard to figure out what she’s really thinking.

>If that’s the case then you’re just going to have to beat her at her own game.

>With that thought in mind, you make it home to shower and continue the rest of your weekend.

>Monday can’t come soon enough.

 

 

 

Encounter the Fifth

 

>It’s officially a month and a half into your training with Rainbow Dash.

>Most days you leave the weight room feeling fine, but by the end of the school day the only thing you want to do is curl up and die.

>But you’re still up just the same the next morning.

>Your progress is notable, you’ve added fifty pounds to your bench and you’ve stopped wheeze like an asthmatic locomotive.

>Most of the time.

>Speaking of your bench…

>Sweat dribbles down into your eyes as you push through your last set.

>Your arms shudder as you bring the bar up.

>Dash stands over you, wearing her caustic DYEL smirk

>“What’s the matter, fatfuck, you ready to throw in the towel?”

“Hah, you wish, you fucking cunt!”

>Well, that’s what you wanted to say.

>Maybe not the fucking cunt part, but you can’t even get the first half out.

>Instead you make a sound like a labor laden beast, somewhere between a grunt, a growl and a groan of protest, bringing the bar back down in the process.

>You would think that after your first cardio Saturday, Rainbow would have been a little more accommodating and kind in her training.

>Not a chance.

>If anything she’s become even more set on helping you get over your gut.

>It’s not like you mind, though.

>She provides ample assistance by antagonizing you with your own self-defeating thoughts.

>Hearing them out loud in her voice makes you realize how self-centered and short-sited they are.

>Which means you can grunt your way through just about anything she throws at you now.

>You feel the cool metal of the bar press into your chest and tense up, going through the motion of lifting it again.

>The bench has become one of your favorite parts of the weight room.

>One, because you’re actually pretty good at it.

>And two…

>You bite your lower lip and allow your eyes to flit away from the ceiling for a moment.

 

>Rainbow Dash is wearing her almost too tight compression shorts, and your current state puts you in prime position to get a good glance at her camel toe.

>That’s another thing, even though you’re exhausted most of the time you can’t stop yourself from noticing the girls in your class.

>Or the women when you’re training outside.

>Or even just out and about.

>Not that you didn’t before but, something inside you makes you feel like you have a chance with them now.

>And the way a few are shooting looks your way, maybe you do.

>Your eyes settle on the juncture of her thighs, flitting about in search of the tell tale slopes of…

>“Anonymous!”

“What?”

>Your eyes jerk back up to Rainbow Dash, who’s now wearing a severe scowl.

>“Eyes to the ceiling!”

“Y-yeah!”

>Another rep, and just as you’re about to ask for help racking the bar Rainbow puts her heel on the middle of the bar, forcing her weight onto it.

>You grunt as the bar drops to your chest again, but you catch it before it slams into you.

>Panting through your teeth, you can already feel your face go hot as you try to push the bar up, but it quickly drops back into place.

>Dash sneers down at you.

>“You like sneaking looks at me, huh Squirt?  You think I wouldn’t notice?”

>Biting down on her lower lip, she bats her eyes in an almost sweet manner that belies her teasing tone.

>“Well here, take a closer look.”

>Bending her planted leg, Dash forces more of her weight onto the bar and presses it down against your chest.

>You don’t dare take a deep breath out of fear that she’ll manage to force it down further, settling for quick, rapid gasps as you see the lithe athlete lowering her muff towards your face.

 

>Even through the clothing, you can smell the faint odor of Dash’s early morning workouts filling your nostrils, making it even harder to breathe.

>Your head begins to spin a little as you hear her laugh.

>“What’s the matter, Squirt?  I thought you wanted to get an eyeful?  Too much for you?  Then just lift the bar!”

>She’s got a point.

>And, she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, so even if you can’t lift it, she’ll be quick to assist.

>You hope.

>Setting your mind on pushing your way out of this, you finally relax enough to let the breath.

>Sure enough, the bar starts to descend, but with your lungs finally empty, you can take a full gasp of air.

>The muscles in your arm ache but seem to burn with a new life as you do, and through several shaky seconds you push the bar up away from your chest and back to its proper position.

>Somewhere along the way, Dash makes a surprised sound and stumbles back away from the bar, landing on her backside.

>You grunt out the last rep and tiredly rack the bar without her assistance.

>Coughing, you give each of your arms a weak flex and try to sit up.

>It doesn’t happen.

“Ugh.  Fuck.”

>Dash’s smiling face appears over yours again, the two of you exchanging grins as she rounds the bench and sits on your knees.

>“Well, well.  You’ve still got a ways to go, but I think you’re on your way to not being a fat fuck.”

>You laugh, feeling some feeling return to your upper body, though sitting up is still out of the question.

 

“So, does that mean you’re going to stop calling me that?”

>With a small hum, Dash reaches her fingers out to your chest.

>She makes a thoughtful sound as she drags her finger down the middle, before roughly slapping your stomach.

>You flinch, but don’t try to stop her.

>“Not until you get rid of this.”

 “Aw, come on…”

>“Crying’s not going to do you any good, Anonymous.  You’re better off just listening to what I tell you.”

>The young woman’s voice trails off as she slides her fingers lower, teasing your thighs with the tips of her short clipped nails.

>Your face twitches as she delicately massages your half hard dick through your shorts.

>Somehow, you manage to meet her eyes again.

>They’re half lidded, promising that something awfully wonderful is coming your way.

>“And right now…”

>Her voice is low and teasing.

>Instinctively you tense up, waiting for her to continue.

>“I say…”

>The words hang in the air for several seconds, until you can’t take it any more.

“Y… yeah?”

>Smirking, Dash nods and gives a breathy sigh.

>“I say, it’s time for class.”

>She swats gently at your junk before jumping to her feet.

>“Up and at’em, Squirt.”

>You groan at getting blue balled, again, but reluctantly sit up.

>Shooting you a wry grin, Rainbow moves over to the mirror and begins stretching out again.

>“I’m going to try and knock out another rotation before the bell.  See you tomorrow morning!”

>With a wounded grunt, you wave her off and make your way to the locker room and a nice hot shower.

>After scrubbing down and changing clothes, you check the time and realize you’ve still got ten minutes before the bell.

>Having nowhere else to be, you decide to spend a little time watching Dash work.

>Surely she won’t mind, right?

>You push your way into the weight room and sigh, announcing your presence.

“Hey, Rainbow, you mind if I…”

>The words catch in your mouth as you spot the athlete.

 

>She’s frozen in front of a mirror, eyes wide in shock.

>Her top lays crumpled by her feet, giving you an excellent view of the muscular contours of her upper back, sharp and well defined valleys in between the muscles.

>Likewise, her lower back is in a similar state, though lacking the almost map like qualities above, instead opting for a gentle valley that begins around the middle of her spine and dips down before arcing back up and out into the curvaceous cradle of her backside.

>Dash’s face is tomato red, something you never thought you’d see outside of training.

>She wets her lips and turns slowly to face you, seemingly flustered beyond words.

>“Wh-what are you doing here, Squirt?”

>That’s not to say that you’re much better.

“I, I just…”

>You scramble for a response when your eyes instinctively drop from her face.

>As a result, you receive more than an eyeful of Dash’s mostly bared chest.

>And find that you can’t tear your gaze away.

>Her hands rest on the underside of her breasts, hoisting them up and out like a makeshift push up bra although the soft flesh of your trainer still spills over the edges of her hands.

>You can see her nipples caught between the small space left between her thumbs and the bottom knuckle of her index fingers.

>She’s heftier than you would have thought.

>“...Hey, Anon.”

>Whoops.

>That did it.

>Your eyes jerk back up to Rainbow Dash’s face.

>There’s a heaping spoonful of rage mixed in with the embarrassment now.

>“You got three seconds.”

“R-Rainbow, I…”

>“One.”

>Oh.

>Oh fuck.

>The sports star takes a menacing step toward you.

>“TWO!”

>You’re off like a rocket.

>By the time you run out of breath, you’re well clear of the gym area.

>Dropping your hands to your knees, you take a few seconds to catch your breath.

>You’re not even sure what happened.

 

>Scratch that, you’re positive what just happened, even if you can’t believe it.

>But you’re not quite sure why the normally aloof trainer would react in such a way.

>Especially considering her forwardness with you in the past.

>With a deep breath, you sigh and shake your head.

>After today, Dash probably isn’t going to want to have anything to do with you.

>So much for free training.

“Well, I guess that’s that…”

>You’re on your own now.

>

>Four hours later, you’re sitting in lunch room when a sack clatters down in front of you.

>Your eyes jerk up and…

>Shit.

>Dash gives you a menacing grin.

>“Sup, fat fuck?”

>Plopping herself down across from you, the young woman gives a leisurely stretch before fixing you with a death glare.

>Play it cool, Anonymous…

“Hey, Rainbow.”

>Good job, you managed to make audible volume with that one.

>Taking a bite out of her lunch, Dash shrugs and rolls her eyes.

>“Wow, how boring can you get?  Look, I’m just here to make sure you know that I’m still expecting you in the weight room tomorrow morning.”

>She shakes her sandwich at you for emphasis, sending a small bit of tuna fish into your face.

>Wiping it off with the back of your hand, you stare at Dash in confusion.

“But, what about…?”

>Rolling her eyes again, Rainbow smiles and gets to her feet.

>“Tomorrow morning.”

“O-okay.”

>Wow.

>Maybe you overacted about this whole thing.

>Rainbow seems to be over it.

>Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

>Giving a small nod, she waves to you before turning on her heel and making her way towards another table.

>Just as she’s about to walk out of earshot, Dash glances over her shoulder

>“And, Anon?”

>You perk up a little.

“Yeah?”

>That dangerous smile of hers comes right back.

>“Just so you know, I’m a very mean trainer when I get pissed off.  Seeya!”

>Oh, you’re dead.

>So fucking dead.