1. Rainbow Dash: Crash Landings

1. Rainbow Dash:  Crash Landings

 

The summer had been long and brutally hot, but it hadn't stopped Rainbow Dash from training harder than ever before. She rose before the sun and didn't stop until long after it set. For months she'd worked every muscle in her body, pushed herself to go faster than she'd ever needed or dreamed. She had to relocate her routine twice after noise complaints from Ponyville residents. Every day she fell asleep exhausted and aching. But at summer's end, with the week-long Wonderbolts Aptitude Test, it all paid off.  Dash excelled at everything they asked of her: she set records in physical capability; she demonstrated extraordinary competence in command; she won the support of her friends and colleagues. That was two months ago, and today would be her crowning moment of awesome. Today the results were due to arrive in the mail.

 

The Wonderbolts only accepted one new member once every four to six years, depending on how many pegasi chose to retire. But Dash knew she'd made it--nobody else had come close to her. It was her destiny to join them, her life's purpose, the culmination of all its minor achievements. So it was no surprise that she again woke before dawn, still stuck in her summer training sleep cycle.  She scarfed down a lean breakfast of oats and set up camp next to the mailbox.

 

A few hours passed and the sun rose before Dash's friends joined her. They were even more excited than she was, chattering away about how sure they were she'd get in. Pinkie Pie peppered the pegasus with questions about how often she'd visit after she moved to Canterlot. Applejack noted Rainbow's tremendous growth in strength and lovingly lamented that she wouldn't be around to help her with the farm anymore, as she'd done since the examination. Rarity offered to construct an entire wardrobe to make sure Dash won over the luxury box fans as easily as the common ponies. Fluttershy only quietly smiled the whole morning through and stayed as close as possible to the soon-to-be world famous flyer, cherishing the remaining time they'd be living near one another. Twilight offered to help her get to know Canterlot from top to bottom; not that she'd ever really explored it while studying there, but she knew all of its history and neighborhoods nonetheless.

 

The energy in the air reached its climax as the wall-eyed mailmare wondered over and delivered a crisp white envelope, stamped with the Wonderbolts seal, pristine in every way despite the less than pristine state of all the other mail. An envelope of such dignity, bearing such great news, could not be crumpled, even by the klutziest carrier. Dash took hold, her heart aflutter, tears of joy welling up in her eyes, and carefully tore it open. The letter was only two sentences long.

 

"Dear Ms. Rainbow Dash:

 

Upon review of your performance in the Aptitude Test, I must with regret inform you that we have chosen not to induct you into the Wonderbolts. Thank you for your interest, efforts, and continued support."

 

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Rainbow Dash didn't rise before the sun the next day. She didn't rise at all. She just stayed in bed, drained, eyes raw, hollow through and through. No purpose. No meaning. No value. Just breathing and awake because she couldn't fall back asleep. No escape from the nightmare. A life's work made meaningless in an instant. Some stallion from a well-to-do family in Trottingham, well connected and competent enough, had been inducted. The effort didn't matter. So Dash just lay in bed, short of even the most basic spark necessary to move an inch.

 

Her friends came by in groups and in turn throughout the day to check on her. They tried talking to her, but Dash didn't talk back. That would require breathing more deeply which was a form of effort and she didn't have any more effort to give. Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight stopped by at least four times, but honestly Rainbow lost count. Their words washed over her like warm water, gurgling through her head and out the other side, comforting in some respect but utterly insufficient. The earth ponies left behind food each time: breakfast, lunch, dinner, and desert.

 

The sun set and her friends ceased intruding, though from time to time a gentle glow of purple or blue would flicker against the windows. Dash thought she might finally get back to sleep, but for all her exhaustion she couldn't. Her stomach growled angrily and her abdominals tightened. No choice but to get up or try to fall asleep starving. Rainbow exhaled and summoned enough energy to roll out of bed and fall to the floor with a thud. She sighed again.

 

"You can do this. You can still do this." She pushed up from the floor and made her way to the living room, where AJ and Pinkie's meals and treats sat waiting, still neatly wrapped and stacked. The smells of cinnamon, apples, and freshly baked breads had settled into the room and brought mild comfort. Dash inhaled deeply and opened a box at random: apple pie. Appropriate.

 

Never once did she really think about anything while she ate. She just ate, mechanically at first, then ravenously as her body realized it was finally getting fed, and then mechanically again, up until she realized her stomach hurt. Dash stopped, huffed a little, and realized she'd eaten entirely too much--the pie, the entire dinner, half a sandwich from lunch, and two heavily frosted chocolate cupcakes. Dash's mind raced a moment as it considered how to respond without Dash's conscious input, but quickly quieted when Rainbow realized that she wasn't just very full, but that she was very much not empty.

 

For the first time that day she felt okay.

 

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Dash slept in again the next day and woke warm inside and out--the sun was shining right onto her bed and her stomach had been slowly working over everything she'd eaten the night before. Though she felt hungry and empty again, she felt much better than the day before. She rolled out of bed, landed upright and proper, took a couple minutes to stretch, and returned to the living room. The breakfast, untouched from yesterday, was a cool mix of crisp braeburn apples, leafy greens, carrots, grapes, and grains. The first bite was measured but quick, just the same way she'd eaten her lean meals for training. The second bite was no such thing, and Rainbow devoured the entire contents of the breakfast box as fast as she could. Once or twice she stopped, realized she wasn't giving herself time to breathe, inhaled deeply, and then went back in. Breakfast was gone in under a minute. She didn't hesitate to pull over the remainder of lunch--another half-sandwich and another dang apple--and gave it similar treatment. This apple wasn't cut up and after a few zealous bites, Dash stopped to cough up the seeds and stem.

 

Her stomach was filling and she'd eaten enough, but something clicked deep down and Dash chose not to stop. The warmth of the morning, the fullness of the night before, and the kindness of her friends melted into one another in her heart and mind, inseparable, complete, and absolutely contrary to the abject sorrow of rejection they'd together replaced. Rainbow opened the box of cupcakes, ten remaining, frosting dazzling in the air, and scarfed one down almost whole. It went down hard and landed in her depths with a thud. Dash huffed a moment.

 

"Need to work on form." She galloped to the sink, ignoring the strain in her belly, filled a large bowl with water, and carried it back. Again she dove, consumed a cupcake whole, swallowed, then immediately chugged water to wash it down. The sugary bread warmed her and the water washed down after, leaving only more yearning for the sticky inherent warmth of all that sugar. A third went down. Fourth. Fifth. Dash polished off the rest of the box, though by the last two she couldn't swallow them in one monstrous gulp anymore.

 

Exhausted and her supply exhausted, Dash sat with a thud. Her middle thundered complaint at her for the constricting position, so she leaned back and rolled onto her side. It was a little painful to breathe, and her stomach definitely hurt, but all the time it felt so very good. Full of food and purpose and care.

 

"I can do this. I'm Rainbow Dash. I can do this. I am going to do this. I am just as awesome now as I was before." Thinking it through hurt more than the stomachache, but with each short sentence, more weight of stress and sorrow fell from her shoulders. "I still have my friends. I still have my speed. I still have my job. It’s not that big a deal." She curled up a little bit, legs pressed gently against her stomach, watery eyed, utterly relieved. "I'm. Awesome."

 

She cleared up stray clouds over Ponyville in record time.

 

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Dash stood before the mirror fully outfitted in her uniform from the Wonderbolts Academy.  She stared into its reflection, through it, into herself, and just let the battle between pride and shame and regret take its course.  It still fit her perfectly and complimented her every feature.  She really looked like a Wonderbolt ready to take to the skies.

 

But she wasn't.

 

Rainbow Dash took the uniform back off, tucked it away in her closet, and left to start her day.

 

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"Dashie!  I'm glad you're here; I think I've made something in-cred-i-ble~"  Pinkie sang from Sugarcube's kitchen.  A week after her rejection, Dash was back in public and boisterous as ever, but she was clearly a changed pony.  Her training regimen had stopped entirely--an act without a goal that only reminded Rainbow of her failure.  Aside from her first day back on the job, where she'd managed to clear the skies in a little over eight seconds, she'd taken a far more leisurely pace with her work.  Fluttershy was quick to note favorably that she didn't have to strain to keep up anymore.  Dash also spent more time with her hooves firmly planted to the ground, helping out at Sweet Apple Acres and reading at Twilight's library.  But best of all, Dash spent much more time at Sugarcube Corner with Pinkie Pie, visiting repeatedly throughout the day.  Without fail, every time the bell rung over the door, Pinkie called Dash to try one sinfully sweet dish or another.

 

"Sounds great Pinkie Pie.  Show me what you got."  Dash walked up to the counter to meet the messy pink baker and waited.  Rainbow hadn't engorged herself like the first evening and morning out of bed, if only because nobody had put that much food in front of her.  But going from friend to friend throughout the day, combined with a pit stop at the Corner at every opportunity, ensured that she never really stopped eating.  A breakfast of oats and honey at home.  A couple of tarts and sweet cream with Pinkie Pie at the Corner.  Turnovers with Applejack at the farm.  Three cupcakes at the Corner.  A very large salad drenched in dressing at the cafe with Twilight.  Desert of chocolate chip cookies with both Twilight and Pinkie back at the Corner, with more taken to the library to snack on while reading.  That was only today, and again Rainbow was back at the Corner, looking for another bite.

 

Her habits were already having an impact.  Her flawlessly toned frame worthy of prize had softened, her still strong muscles smoothed over and quietly hidden away.  Her rear had rounded ever so slightly, but stood out given it had been all sinew and power only recently.  Her abdominals faded and struggled to conceal the growing capacity of her stomach, which now always gurgled gently for more and always made sure to reward and tempt Rainbow with feelings of warmth, comfort, and satisfaction with every bite.  Nobody had noticed, especially Rainbow Dash, who only concluded that she was, once again, the shit.

 

Pinkie's poofy hair slowly revealed itself from behind the counter, followed shortly by her bright blue eyes.

 

"Turn around..."  Dash smiled, rolled her eyes, and complied.  "Okay now turn back!"  On the counter now stood a three layer cake, chocolate frosting so dark that light narrowly succeeded in escaping it.  Rainbow Dash's heartbeat picked up a step.

 

“Wow, that looks delicious!  What all is in it?”

 

"I call it my Champion's Chocolate Triumph!  It's all chocolate, through and through, with daaark

chocolate frosting, chocolate covered cherries around the top, chocolate chips sprinkled all over the outside, and little pockets of fudgy-wudgy goodness all throughout the inside."  The pink pone beamed.  Rainbow stared lustily.

 

"Sooo... is it for a customer or..."

 

"Of course you can have some you silly billy.  I made it for us!"  Dashie's tummy gurgled in delight.  Pinkie immediately cut the cake into tall slivers, exchanging glances with Rainbow between slices.  When she finished she turned to find plates.

 

"Uh hey... that's not reeeally necessary.  I mean, after all, if it's for us, we can just eat the whole cake off the dish it's on right?"

 

Pinkie froze and stared forward a moment, crossing one hind leg across the other.  "Whole... cake?"

 

"I mean, we can just split the cake and each eat half off the serving dish.  It's pretty big, but I think we can take it; I know what you're capable of."  Some time back Pinkie had caused something of a stir by consuming an entire cake intended to serve everybody at a party for a wierd, slender, ape-like thing they all called Anon, or Annie, or Human, but mostly Anon.  Everybody gave Pinkie grief for it, then concern, after she suddenly appeared two days later so big she could barely move.  She'd worked off most of the weight, but her cheeks retained some extra rosy roundness, which only made her smile more infectious.

 

"Oh right."  Pinkie nervously laughed.  "Sure we can do that."  And so they did.  Every bite melted in Rainbow's mouth, literally thanks to the warm fudge, and sent waves of relaxation and pleasure through her whole body.  Chocolate coated her tongue in velvety, bittersweet goodness.  Every additional bite was a struggle between her competing desires to savor it and scarf down more.  Rainbow didn't realize it, but the latter interest was winning handily, as she efficiently kept up with Pinkie's less measured assault.  Her already full stomach stretched fuller and warmer, bubbling with pleasure all along the way.  Dash let out a belch, Pinkie laughed, and the two continued tearing down the Triumph.

 

When they finished, Dash noticed she'd spread her stance a little to make room for her distended belly.  Pinkie fell back to the floor and took time to lick her hooves.  For a brief moment Dash was completely satisfied, but lingering in the back of her head was the quiet boom, boom, boom of the word "More."

 

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Sundays were the best days because Applejack always took the time to cook up a gigantic breakfast to which everybody was invited.  Apple tarts, apple turnovers, apple cinnamon oatmeal, apple fritters, applewood smoked hay bacon, apple blossom honey, eggs, freshly baked bread and biscuits.  But this Sunday, it was only the Apple family, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash, the others still recovering from a completely absurd party thrown the night before to celebrate the bumper crop harvest.  Applejack had nonetheless made enough food for everybody.

 

Rainbow was among the first to approach the spread.  Applejack noticed; in fact, Applejack had noticed a lot about Dash lately.  Since her rejection a month prior, Dashie had really slowed down, if that was at all believable, but her appetite had exploded.  AJ saw her around Sugarcube Corner frequently, munching away with Pinkie at a Pinkie-like rate.  Dash had also started venturing to the market every other day; before her rejection, Dash rarely bought groceries and usually only bought simple staples.  Just yesterday Dash had departed with a cartload of fruits, vegetables, grains, and richer foods.  When Dash came over to the farm, she never refused AJ's instinctive offer of food.  On top of a presumed breakfast at home and a second breakfast upon reaching the Acres, Dash regularly snuck snacks from the kitchen when she thought nobody was looking.

 

Of course, even if she hadn't noticed all this, Applejack would have noticed Rainbow's changing shape.  Her once hypercompetitive, lean, muscular friend wasn't competitive, lean, or muscular anymore.  At first AJ thought Dash was just returning to her less perfect, but incredibly fit form from before her summer training, but it'd gone well past that now.  Dash now sported a proper belly, bulging but still solid from her puffy padded body.  Her tight rear had grown into a very round ass that now rose and fell and rocked a little with every step.  Her cheeks were much fuller, closer to Pinkie Pie's now, and her neck lost its chiseled definition.  Applebloom even noticed and, after accidentally bumping into Dash while working on the farm once, asked why Rainbow suddenly looked and felt like a pillow.  Honest as ever, AJ simply told her "that's what happens if you each too much and don't work hard enough," ignoring, over Appleblooms objections, the more important question of why RD was eating too much.  All in all Dash was still only chubby, like Pinkie Pie, but the rate of change was concerning--if Dash kept it up she'd be as big as a barn by Hearth's Warming.

 

So over the course of breakfast, Applejack channeled her inner-Twilight and observed Rainbow Dash’s eating more closely.  AJ was stunned.  Grazing was one thing but Dash was pounding down food from every plate.  She never failed to have her mouth full of food and didn't let manners slow her down or keep her out of the table conversation, chattering away with a mouth full of three different kinds of apple pastry.

 

"Aren't you going to eat anything Applejack?  You made all this food and the others are still sleeping.  If you don't help it'll get cold and go to waste!"  AJ snapped from her stare as Rainbow prodded her to dig in.

 

"Sorry, I was... thinking.  And I wouldn't worry about waste; we can always keep leftovers or send some with y'all."  Rainbow Dash's face lit up.  "But I don't think any of that'll be necessary.  The way everybody's going at it we'll probably be done as fast as usual."  To her credit, Applejack wasn't just subtly jabbing Rainbow.  Pinkie was eating more than usual, too, but aside from that one time she never changed size or shape so it wasn't really a concern.  Applebloom was eating more, but AJ wrote it off as her being a growing filly and all.  Big Mac had worked himself ragged throughout the week and was replenishing himself; Granny Smith had fallen asleep before dinner the night before and was suitably hungry.  Nonetheless, Rainbow Dash was beating them all, her hooves steadily reaching out to pull in more, her belly wiggling a bit less with each motion as she filled.  Applejack took up a strip of hay bacon and chewed slowly, which made her realize she'd been working hard, too, and was absolutely famished.  So she dug in.

 

With everybody eating Rainbow ran out of things to talk about by herself and focused entirely on the spread.  It reminded her of the first night, of those boxes of food piled and waiting, of the emptiness they filled and the embers of platonic affection they represented.  How could anybody not want as much of that as possible?  How could anybody not want more?  And more?  Dash picked up pace, swallowed turnovers whole and washed them down with warm cream.  Her capacity had grown impressive, but even so, faced with a meal for ten shared by only six people, Rainbow was getting closer to her limit.  Her cheeks stuffed round with food, her stomach swelling with fruity pastry goodness, Rainbow was in heaven.  No joke, this was heaven--surrounded by friends and food lovingly prepared in overwhelming quantity.  Finally, after a third hardboiled egg, Dash felt a sharp pressure run across her middle; she'd hit 'the wall', the first big limit of what she could eat.  So she stopped and caught her breath, took another swig of sweet cream, and looked to her friends.

 

They’d all stopped minutes prior, full, and quietly watched in awe as she continued.

 

"Ya get enough there sugarcube?"  Applejack's voice was full of concern blended with sarcasm.  Rainbow smiled, her dimples big as can be.

 

"For now, maybe.  I could probably get in a little bit more but I think I'll save some for later."  Applejack frowned.

 

"Well alright then."  Applejack stood up.  "Just be careful Dash; if you keep it up like this you won't be in fighting shape for the next Sisterhooves.  You'll be one of the pigs in the mud run."  Rainbow only laughed, her belly laughing with her.

 

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The uniform was willing to fib a bit, just a little, to its owner.  It was willing to stretch with some goading, its bolt designs bowed out and distorted.  It was willing to keep hold of the greatly enlarged stern, but rode up the chasm amid it.  It would still permit movement, but sent alerts to the captain with every motion as pressure gauges flirted with passing from yellow to red.  But it was still willing to tell that little white lie and let the captain tell it to herself.

 

But the mirror did not lie.  Rainbow Dash struggled with it.  She’d always thought this would be the worst thing in the world.  She’d always chastised and given hell to other ponies that let themselves go.  But… but it felt so good.  Not the weight, necessarily, but what brought it about.  How could something so perfect be bad?  Peace and satisfaction played chicken with indignity and shame, while from the stands of Rainbow’s mind the fans in the back had moved in closer and grown louder.

 

“More” they chanted.  “More more more more more”

 

And the uniform swore to its lie.

 

“I’m awesome.”  Rainbow confidently nodded at her reflection, chin jiggling, and took off the uniform.  She didn’t dare look in the mirror without it and left for work.

 

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Snow blanketed every corner of Ponyville as thick clouds lingered overhead, threatening to drop more.  Twilight Sparkle normally didn’t have any problems with this kind of weather.  In fact it was her favorite:  light a fire in the hearth, sip on some coffee, and curl up with a nice, big, thick, musty tome, cozy and comfortable and far away from the blustery blizzard outside.  Today was to be shared with Center Ring’s “History of Traveling Entertainment”, a surprisingly dry and exceedingly detailed review of Equestria’s famous and semi-famous circus performers, carnies, and other road shows.  She’d received it from The Great and Powerful Trixie last time she passed through town, who hated the book because it made the egregious error of not including her own incomparable glory.  Nonetheless, Trixie had read it closely enough to compare a certain Ponyville pegasus to Sweet Buns the Insatiable, an earth pony who earned fame throughout the country for her immense girth and, of course, her “sweet buns.”

 

It was that apt description that led to Twilight’s concern with otherwise fine weather—it was supposed to clear up by now.  The ponies of Ponyville were getting used to late weather, as Rainbow had taken to sleeping in late and napping at every opportunity, which was generally whenever she wasn’t eating something or another.  But as the clock chimed 4 PM, Twilight finally marked her place and closed the book; this was completely ridiculous.  Twilight had tiptoed around her friend’s increasing sloth and sugarcoated probing criticisms of her weight, more worried about bringing back the sting of the Wonderbolts rejection, which had been the start of the changes.  But enough was enough, and it was high time she took after Applejack’s much stronger statements… to an extent.  Rainbow hadn’t spoken to AJ since the farmer lost her cool after dinner one night when Dash complained that there wasn’t enough for her to eat.  It had been a Thanksgiving feast fit for a king.

 

“Spike!  Where’s my front right boot?”  Twilight threw a scarf about her neck and donned her footgear, but couldn’t find the last boot anywhere.

 

“I‘unno.  Maybe you lost it?”  Twilight stared with straight-faced disapproval and disagreement.  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.  I know you couldn’t lose something if you tried.  Maybe it got knocked under something last time I cleaned up, or maybe it’s under a book.”  Spike turned to the stacks waiting to be sorted and reshelved; Twilight searched under tables.

 

As she did, a shaft of light beamed through the window.  Rainbow Dash must have finally started clearing up the weather, but Twilight still wanted to go out and give her a talk, so she returned to searching.  Moments later, a faint yelling from far above caught Twilight’s ear, growing louder and nearer with each second.

 

“What in the world is making that noise,” wondered Spike as he looked up at the ceiling.

 

“I think we should take cover.”  They never got a chance.  Rainbow slammed into the roof and crashed clean through, smashed Twilight’s bed on the second floor, and punched through to the first before finally breaking her momentum on the table Twilight had been looking under only moments before.  Snow fell through the hole, followed by the shaft of light pouring through a single hole similarly punched through the clouds.  When the noise and dust cleared, Twilight looked up to see Dash sprawled out on the wreckage of the table.  Her heart dropped as she stumbled over, leg throbbing from debris that struck her in the mayhem.

 

“Rainbow Dash!  Are you alright!?”  Rainbow moaned and attempted to roll over, but gave up and just stayed on her stomach, wobbling from the effort, plush beneath her like a beanbag chair.  “What happened?”

 

“I… couldn’t stop.”  Dash exhaled and winced as she drew her legs in to give a go at standing up, but stopped midway and hesitated to rest a moment more.  Twilight stared, mouth agape, her various concerns melding together into absolute incredulity.

 

“You couldn’t stop,” she said plainly.  “You couldn’t stop,” she questioned more loudly.  “Of course you couldn’t stop, Rainbow!  Why are you doing this to yourself?  How big are you now?”  Twilight’s mind raced and crunched.  “How fast were you going, how many furlongs per hour?  I know the terminal velocity of a normal pony, but you’d catch more drag.  How much momentum would break through a roof and ANOTHER FLOOR!?  You know what, don’t tell me your mass, I’ll figure out myself.”  And so Twilight began calculating while her mind tripped over itself in worry and fury.

 

“Twilight, calm down!”  Spike emerged from the pile of books that had buried him after impact.  “She could still be hurt.”

 

“I think I’m okay.”  Twilight started to vent further, but caught herself and held back.  Rainbow Dash slowly pushed herself up, her hamhock thighs pressing into her doughy middle.  Her belly hung low, almost to her knees, and rocked with every motion; on the floor it had spread out like a resting water balloon.  Beneath it was a stomach voluminous beyond even Pinkie Pie’s, at least on most days.  Pinkie was occasionally competitive with Rainbow about eating, but only won if she starved herself prior.  Rainbow’s rump was bulbous and plush, wobbling and waving in grandiose motion with every slight step.  Twilight caught Spike reaching out to touch it out of curiosity and glared; he withdrew his claw and giggled, silently mouthing “get a load of this!”  Dash’s slender neck and tight visage were completely replaced with a broad, bouncing face atop a thick neck that threatened a second chin when Rainbow looked forward and made good on its threat when she looked down.  All in all the Rainbow Dash that had once dreamed of being a Wonderbolt was no more.  That Rainbow had been chiseled from marble and perfectly formed in every way, like a statute from glorious antiquity.  This rainbow looked like a big, cuddly, overstuffed pony doll.  Twilight collected herself; Rainbow was clearly a friend in need and they had all assumed too quickly that she’d gotten over the rejection.

 

“Rainbow Dash, I’m sorry I yelled at you.  But I’m worried about you.  I’m worried about what you’re doing to yourself.  I understand you’re still hurt about the Wonderbolts, but…”  Rainbow Dash’s ears perked at the mention of the high flying squadron and she immediately cut Twilight off.

 

“Wonderbolts?  Twilight, I don’t care about the stupid old Wonderbolts anymore.”  Rainbow smiled, laughed once, and waved a hoof at her friend.  “Who would really want to be a Wonderbolt anyway?  You get yelled at all the time.  You eat nothing but cold grains for breakfast, lunch, and dinner until you become a senior flight captain.  You get called up to fight all over Equestria and do shows for snobby ponies in the meantime.  I was wrong, alright.  That’s all.  I was wrong to ever want to be a Wonderbolt.”  Rainbow made her way off the pile of wreckage, wincing and breathing heavily as she did.  “It wasn’t until after they turned me down that I realized I was doing things all wrong!  I was missing out.”

 

“On what?  I thought you loved showing off and working to be the best.  What about being the fastest flyer in all of Equestria?”

 

“That was fun and all, but I was missing out on you!”  Rainbow eyed the mug of coffee by the fireplace and wandered toward it, her hindquarters bouncing up and down, side to side, jiggling about as she went.  “All that time I was training myself to death and missing out on hanging out with you guys.  I was always forgetting how much you guys cared about me and how much I enjoyed being with you: eating, reading, working, and relaxing.  I love it all and I love you guys.  There’s nothing better than warm friends and warmer chocolate.”  Rainbow sniffed at the coffee.  “I love mocha!”  Twilight struggled to respond as Dash quaffed the whole drink in a single swig.  “I should get you some bigger mugs for Hearth’s Warming; this thing’s tiny.”  Spike finally stepped in with his usual candor.

 

“But we don’t eat ALL the time.”

 

“Sure you do, just at different times,” Rainbow replied, deliberately misconstruing the question.  “And I won’t make the same mistake I did before,” she continued, turning to Twilight to poke her in the nose. “I’m going to be there for you just like how you were there for me!  Where there’s good food there’s good friends and good times—that’s exactly where I want to be.”  She turned back to Spike.  “Besides Spike, I know you’d eat all the time if you could.  We just can’t afford the gemstones.”

 

“Well… mayyybee…” Spike contemplated the thought and blushed.  But Twilight was unconvinced.

 

“Rainbow, I… you’re not being honest with yourself.  I think you’re coping with food and I’m worried that if you don’t stop, you won’t be able to walk around anymore, let alone fly.  We love you too and that’s why we’re all worried.  That’s why AJ is so upset.  We want you with us, but we don’t want to have to cart you around Sweet Apple Acres in a wheelbarrow.”  Twilight put both front hooves on Rainbow’s shoulders.  “Promise me you’ll restrain yourself just a teensy weensy little bit?”

 

Rainbow sighed and smiled.  “Okay Twilight, if it makes you stop worrying so much, I’ll try to eat less.”

 

Dash’s stomach objected and rumbled loudly.  Everybody laughed.

 

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Rainbow’s added mass may have shielded her from the cold of early winter, but with Hearth’s Warming now behind them, the bitterest cold of the year had set in.  The early setting sun cast beams across the vast winter sky, brilliant in its show of blue, purple, pink, orange, and yellow.  A single cloud was ablaze in color, caught in its lonely journey high in the atmosphere.  The actual New Year’s may have also already passed, but Rarity liked to think of the coldest day of the year as its real end and the start of a new one.  She did fancy herself something of an artist, after all.

 

The New Year’s party had been an impressive feat, put on by the joint efforts of Pinkie Pie and a sponsorship by the local DJ Vinyl Scratch.  Applejack brought out her “Steelhoof Reserve”, the hardest of her hard cider; practically liquor.  Food aplenty.  Numerous musical acts and entertainers.  Inhibitions were a thing of the past by the time Ms. Scratch took the stage and unleashed her electric dance music; everybody galloped to the floor and completely cut loose, rolling with the beat.  Even Rainbow joined in.  As far as anybody could see, she stayed true to her pledge to eat less, passing on third helpings and avoiding the hors d’oeuvres, but for whatever reason she was still growing at a rapid pace.  At one point she bumped rumps with a stallion she fancied, but completely underestimated her momentum again; the poor thing was tossed clean off the dance floor and landed face first into a pie.

 

No shops in town carried clothes big enough to wrap and warm up Rainbow Dash, and the offerings in neighboring towns were utterly insulting—nothing but loose and lazy draperies meant to hide any lady big enough to fit them.  Completely unacceptable.  So Rarity took it upon herself to craft an entire line of cozy wears for the big mare on the go, to take the place of the fancy outfits she’d planned to send with Dash to Canterlot.  Dresses, sweaters, scarves, and boots all designed with Rainbow Dash in mind, intended to not only mask just how big she’d gotten, but redirect attention and accentuate what benefits it did bring to her form.  Away from her neck and belly in favor of her rump, in many cases.  Rarity had not failed to notice the looks Rainbow got from stallions around town, and even once a furtive glance from that Anon character.

 

Unfortunately Rarity wasn’t able to finish her work until late in the afternoon and so decided it would be best to just close the boutique and make a house call, bringing the whole line of wares with her.  Rainbow had decided to bring her house down closer to the ground just before Hearth’s Warming, reasoning that it wasn’t fair that everybody else host her all the time and that she should make it easier for them to visit her.  She even hosted their quiet little holiday gathering and put on her best behavior, talking and playing more, eating less.  For a short time it seemed like the old Rainbow Dash was back, aside from all the added pounds still growing on her every inch.

 

Rarity finally arrived and knocked on the door.

 

“Rainbow Dash, it’s me, Rarity!  I have a big… er, wonderful surprise for you.”  Rarity waited a moment but heard nothing in response.  She had to be home; Rarity had passed by most of the others along the way and they’d confirmed Dash had returned home earlier.  Rarity knocked again.  “Dashiee~, won’t you come to the door?  It’s awfully chilly out here and this lady needs to warm up.”  But again, there was no answer.  “Where is she?”  Rarity tried the handle and found the door unlocked.  She gasped and lost focus, dropping the boxes of clothes she’d been carrying along.

 

The house was a complete mess.  The living room was littered with empty containers:  ice cream cartons slurped dry, cookie crumbs, cake boxes licked clean, jugs of milk and cream, endless foils from candy bars, flattened bottles of syrup, and more.  The trash piled into a mountain on the table and a gust from the open door blew one pint bucket off the peak.  It rolled down and landed ingloriously onto an overflow ring of more refuse piled around the table.  Drippings of what Rarity assumed and hoped were fudge led up the stairs, into Rainbow’s bedroom.

 

“Oh no.”  Rarity trotted in and made for the stairs, only to stop at the bottom and hesitate.  She really didn’t want to see what was up there.  Yet more empty wrappers and containers cascaded down the stairs in a river of junk.  If Rainbow was here, and up there, it wasn’t going to be pretty.  But Rarity swallowed, took a deep breath, and pressed on with measured, quiet steps.  Rainbow was a friend, one in clear need, and Rarity was going to help her no matter how ugly it might be.  Each hoof had to be placed carefully to avoid crunching some bucket or foil.  Round and round, up and up, until at last Rarity climbed high enough to see into Rainbow’s room.  It took everything she had not to cry out.

 

Rainbow was before her floor mirror, dressed in her Wonderbolts uniform, stretched to its farthest limit, tearing at the seams.  Even now she was still eating, with huge, ravenous bites of pound cake, one after another after another.  She was absolutely massive.  Her gut hung below her knees, the extent of its flabbiness concealed only by the sheer quantity of junk food that distended it and the thin-stretched uniform.  Her legs bowed out to make room for her vast middle, which served to make her look even bigger as her ever expanding belly very nearly brushed the floor.  Her neck was all but gone, thick with fat that never stopped wobbling as Dash scooped and swallowed, barely chewing.  Rainbow’s ass was mountainous, quivering eternally, rocking up and down with each bite, sending waves through her form, her tail swinging back and forth in joy, her private bits exposed to the world through the slowly tearing uniform.  Her legs were puffy stumps compared to her thighs, grown so large that her cutie mark was more of a storm than a mere bolt.  And so Rarity began to tear up as she watched her friend eat and eat and eat for a minute that felt like forever.  Finally, she’d seen enough.

 

“RAINBOW STOP!”

 

Rainbow Dash turned mid swallow and stared at Rarity.  She turned so fast and so powerfully that she threw herself off balance.  All the weight of the food she’d eaten for the past few months hurled itself against Dash and she fell over, landing on her side with a thunderous quake.  The Wonderbolts Uniform finally admitted defeat and ripped clean open, end to end.  Rainbow’s rolls burst out and rocked, like a small, light blue waterbed.  The tattered uniform bloomed and fell away entirely, leaving nothing to hide Rainbow from her astonished friend’s gaze.  Dash’s mind froze, and consumed by bald fear, allowed her stomach to reassume control.  She turned her head toward the nearest pound cake, eyes fixed on Rarity, and took a bite.  Rarity rushed over and knocked the remainder of the cake away.

 

“I said stop!  Why don’t you stop!?”

 

“Because I don’t want to!”  Rainbow’s breathing was labored.  “I want more.  I need more.  I need so much more.  This isn’t enough, I need more.  None of this is enough.  It’ll never be enough.  I want more, I need more Rarity!  Give it to me!  Feed me!  Fill me!  I don’t want to be empty anymore!”

 

“Hush!”

 

“Feed me Rarity!”

 

“I said HUSH!”

 

“FEED ME!”

 

Rarity swung at Rainbow Dash and knocked the bejesus out of her, at least as best as she could.  Rainbow’s mass absorbed much of the blow and dispersed its force in waves.  But the point was nonetheless made.  Rarity fumed with watery eyes.

 

“You.  Don’t.  Need.  This.”  Rarity turned to the pound cake Rainbow had last bitten and kicked it clean across the room.  “You don’t need any of this, Rainbow!”

 

“Yes I do,” Rainbow blubbered.  “All I want is more.  It’s all I can think about.”  She sniffled but smiled.  “It all tastes so good…”

 

“Rainbow, this isn’t just about you anymore.  This is about us.  I simply cannot tolerate you abandoning everything that made you… well you!  I cannot allow you to give up just because the Wonderbolts gave up on you.”

 

“But… I feel so empty all the time.  I’m so hungry,” Rainbow rolled onto her back, her stomach washing over to balance her other side.  “P…please Rarity…”  Rainbow drew her hooves down to her stomach and squeezed, as though trying to fight off pangs of starvation.

 

“No Rainbow, I won’t help you fill yourself with cakes and pastries.  You’re not hungry, you’re hurt.  And all this time you’ve been trying to eat your way to happiness.  Well it might work for a while.  After all, a lady might from time to time cure herself of stress or sorrow with a nice bit of chocolate or a sweet latte, but you can’t do it forever!  You have to reach deep down and recognize that you are still wounded.  You need to face up to what happened to you, face up to that letter, and face up to that uniform.”

 

“But… it hurts.”

 

“I know honey, it always hurts to mourn.  But it makes us feel better eventually, and it’ll make us feel better permanently.”  Rarity looked over at a box of cookies.  “You said it yourself, there will never been enough snickerdoodles.”

 

Rainbow Dash looked down at herself, huffing and puffing.  She pulled on her belly, or at least as best she could—the fat around her shoulders and chest got in the way.  She wiggled her hind legs and wobbled all over.  Her stomach rumbled and roared, the hollow in her chest yawned wide, and the voice in her head thundered its command:  more.  Dashie closed her eyes and instantly saw the letter again, freshly opened, its words seared into her memory, and felt the complete destruction wash over her.  She remembered the food and how good it tasted.  But more importantly she remembered her friends, not just for the food, but for the parties, for the games, for the laughs together.  She remembered AJ’s outburst at Thanksgiving, Twilight’s anger and worry in the library, and then thought on Rarity before her.  She remembered the tears they were trying to share with her, the tears she’d refused.

 

She stopped refusing.  Rarity was initially repulsed by the massive butterball bawling before her, but again regained her composure and rubbed Rainbow’s belly a moment before falling over to give her a hug, squeezing Rainbow’s sides if only because there was no chance of patting or rubbing her back.

 

“See, there you go.  Get it all out sweetie.  Rarity is here for you.  We’re all here for you.”

 

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Once Rainbow calmed, the two went downstairs and cleaned up the living room.  It did not take long for them to agree that nobody else needed to know the particulars of what all Rarity had stumbled in upon.

 

“Applejack can keep her element,” Rarity quipped.  “By the way Rainbow, how did you get all of this anyway?  We would have noticed you buying all this.  You’re kind of hard to miss.”

 

“Oh, uh.  I made friends with… somepony and… that uh… pony offered to do my shopping for me.  I maaaay have tricked them into getting me all this, so you totally shouldn’t get mad or try to find out who they are or anything.”  Dash’s eyes darted about and Rarity frowned.  “By the way, thank you for all the clothes, but I don’t suppose I could ask you for one more thing…”

 

“What is it Dashie?”

 

“I don’t suppose you could… fix my… you know…” Dash didn’t finish, but Rarity quickly deduced she wanted her to mend the Wonderbolts Uniform.

 

“Alright darling, but only on one condition,” said Rarity, with a mischievous grin.

 

“Sure!  I’ll do anything.”

 

“You have to let me do all your grocery shopping for the next three months and you have to start going to the spa with Fluttershy and I for our thrice weekly yoga routine.”  Rarity grinned in triumph.

 

“Ugh, that sounds awful.  You know a real friend would just accept me as I am.”

 

“I do dearie, and you can stay big if you want, but the town needs a weather control pegasus slim enough to get the job done before noon.”

 

“Fine,” Rainbow groaned.

 

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Rainbow attended every session, huffing, puffing, and rolling over constantly for all the absurd stretches, but kept at it.  Nonetheless, she retained a certain affection for flavors and remained pleasantly plump.  Rarity was true to her word, accepted her friend for who she was, and repaired the uniform... and let it out to fit her bigger friend.

 

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Epilogue (HOT STUFF UP AHEAD)

 

Rainbow Dash opened the door to her house and just fell into it, plopping down onto her stomach, very glad she’d decided to keep her house down on the ground.  Her ass wobbled in agreement, drenched in sweat, glistening in the afternoon sun.  She may have lost a lot of the weight working with Fluttershy and Rarity, but Dashie was damn sure still a big pony.  Her stomach’s capacity had withdrawn enough that she didn’t have so much of a potbelly anymore, but her plush middle still bounced with every movement, swayed with every turn, and curved out to her sides and down to just above her knees.  Her rump was still twice that of any other pony she knew, big, round, and impossibly soft, as was her neck.

 

Dash didn’t mind the extra pounds, really.  In addition to the spa classes, Rainbow had taken to flying at every opportunity again, which was still not much as she exhausted herself quickly by doing so.  Nonetheless, her wings strengthened to deal with the extra weight and her problems controlling momentum diminished, though not before smashing up a tree near the center of town and destroying a silo at Sweet Apple Acres.  One of her favorite things to do was fly high above the spring cumulonimbus clouds and just let herself drop, sometimes butt-first, sometimes in a belly flop, right through the middle, blowing a wide hole through to the bottom such that the cloud soon dispersed.  The first time she almost couldn’t stop and nearly plowed into the ground, but managed to pull up just in time, her gut brushing leaves on bushes as she did.  The second time she made sure to try it over water.

 

She also liked the extra attention she drew in public, far more constant than anything she could earn through stunts and bravado before.  When she caught ponies looking, stallions and mares alike, she made sure to trot with extra purpose, deliberately rocking her rear, jiggling with every step.  Once in a while she’d hear a groan of disgust, but far more often she’d glance over her shoulder, bat her eyes, lower her lids seductively, and catch some poor fool trying to hide his “excitement.”  Dash wondered if she’d still get those looks when she reached her target weight and concluded that if she didn’t, she could always sneak in a few extra meals again and adjust her goals up just a bit.

 

“You know Dashie, at first I didn’t like the idea of you slimming down, but seeing you all sweaty just changed my mind.”  A chipper voice, usually smooth as butter but salted with the occasional vocal fry when she spoke quietly, cooed from the kitchen.  Rainbow’s enabler had been waiting for her to get home.  The house smelled of fried oil and Rainbow squeezed her legs in anticipation.  For all her newfound self-control, for all her usual interest in stallions, she still couldn’t always say no to her temptress.

 

“Bon Bon, the door’s still open.”  Rainbow climbed to her hooves, legs weak, and stepped in, kicking the door shut behind her.  One part of Rainbow Dash resented Bon Bon for fulfilling her every tasty whim and desire.  After Dash pledged to eat less to Twilight, Bon Bon had all too eagerly agreed to do her shopping for her… and more.  From time to time she’d come over to help Rainbow get truly satisfied, however fleeting that satisfaction had always been, through food and other little tricks that Rainbow had before only ever wanted from stallions.  Rainbow’s heart fluttered, her stomach booming demands in response to the crispy salty scents floating about, her hind legs rubbing in anticipation.  “I thought you were gone for the month; it hasn’t even been a week.”

 

“I am.”  Bon Bon sauntered over and swept her tail beneath Dash’s chin, drying it, shaking it.  She hadn’t always been like this, but after Lyra lost interest in her in favor of a certain newcomer… well evidently Ms. Heartstrings had been giving Bon Bon something that now could only be replaced by Rainbow Dash and numerous others.  She offered exactly what ponies wanted but couldn’t ask for and, in exchange, always got whatever it was she wanted.  “I’m not here right now; you’re home alone.”  Bon Bon giggled.

 

“Oh.”  Rainbow rubbed her legs again, ass quivering.  “Oh.”  Her heart sprung to her throat; her wings tingled.  “We really… we really shouldn’t…”  Rainbow inhaled deeply.  “But… what are you cooking?”

 

“I didn’t cook anything, but I think a big girl like you would appreciate some poppers and tots.”  Bon Bon turned back toward the kitchen, frying the “r” in “girl”, brushing Rainbow’s neck again.  Rainbow followed, salivating.  “Not too many.  After all, the big girl is on a diet.  But it’s good to cheat a little now and then.”  She tickled the closely-following Rainbow on the chin with her tail.

 

Rainbow instinctively didn’t want anybody to know about her escapades with Bon Bon, and especially didn’t want her friends to know she’d been the one to stuff her stupid, but her continuing fling with Bon Bon felt so good and carried none of the emotional baggage of overeating.  Sure, Bon Bon always made her full, but there was more to it.  It was sensual.  It was a caring caress.  It was every physical need and many emotional needs satisfied in ways that her friends couldn’t help.  Even most stallions were no good in comparison.  Dash was a big girl after all, in more than the sense Bon Bon purred, with big girl wants and needs.  The two stood in the kitchen and Rainbow let her succubus take over.  Bon Bon rubbed Rainbow’s chin one last time with her hoof, then took a fried ball of cheese and waived it in front of her.

 

“Say ‘ahh.’”  There was no escape; Rainbow consciously chose to be all hers.

 

“Ahh…” Bon Bon put the popper in her own mouth and leaned in.  Rainbow felt her captor’s tongue slip in and deposit the treat.  Both danced in her mouth, salty and sweet and savory, hot and moist.  Her wings stretched out and her legs buckled.  Bon Bon pulled away and for a moment, Rainbow tried to follow.  Her heart pounded.  Bon Bon produced another popper and waved it in front of her prisoner.

 

“Bite, but whatever you do, don’t swallow.”  Rainbow did as she was instructed and bit the popper just enough to hold in in place, her mouth open and waiting.  “Good girl.”  Bon Bon leaned in and kissed Dash on her forehead, then just below her eyes, and to the tip of her muzzle.  Slowly she licked Dash’s lips, tracing the contours of her open mouth as Dash shut her eyes and huffed, trying to restrain herself from biting or seizing forward to embrace the earth pony.  Oh God she didn’t want it to go this slowly, but that’s what made it so undeniable.  Bon Bon finally finished a circuit and withdrew again.  “Now you may swallow.”  Dash gulped it down whole.

 

And so the two played, Bon Bon commanding her pet in exchange for decadent treats, one by one at first, but then two, then three.  Sometimes she tortured Dash with desire, playing with her mouth or nose.  Sometimes she commanded Dash to massage her shoulders or lick her neck.  Rainbow could only barely stand it and Bon Bon grinned in delight; she hadn’t even begun the real play yet, or the fun that would follow.  It could have only been a few minutes, but after what felt like an eternity Rainbow realized Bon Bon was filling her up with fried goods—quickly.  Cheese, potato, crispy breading, and oil all tumbled in her belly, swelling.  Rainbow looked into Bon Bon’s eyes and saw her own desire growing at equal pace.  Dash’s wings stretched as far as they could.

 

“Okay… okay… enough.  Now.  I want you now.”  Dash’s breathing was labored, a mix of the fried foods that filled her, of her continued exhaustion from working out all day, the insufferable heat Bon Bon must have turned up in her home, and exploding desire.

 

“Hmm… I dunno Dashie~”  Bon Bon playfully rubbed Rainbow’s belly and pushed it to the side, letting it swing and wave.  “I think I could fill you up a little more.”  Before Rarity intervened, Rainbow wouldn’t have questioned Bon Bon’s prognosis.  She wouldn’t have contested it to begin with.  She would have just fallen back and let the pale yellow devil keep shoveling in food.  But that was then, this was now, and Rainbow knew what she wanted.  Rather than cow back, she lunged forward, throwing her weight onto Bon Bon, knocking her clean over onto her back.  Bon Bon yelped and began to struggle, but Rainbow simply let herself down, her pliable middle softly molding to Bon Bon’s own; her pulsing bits radiating just apart from Bon Bon’s; her legs pulled in tight as she could manage.

 

“Nope.  Now.”  Bon Bon might have objected, but Dash had accurately read the mare and turned the tables—the prisoner was now the captor.  “Squirm.”  Bon Bon complied, stretching her back, lifting up her middle and falling, moving left and right, grabbing hold of the heavy mare atop her.  Rainbow jiggled all over, every motion captured by her quivering mass, each wave rolling over her tired muscles, massaging them.  Dash pressed down with her ass, dwarfing Bon Bon’s, bringing their sopping treasures closer.  She lowered her head and kissed Bon Bon again, longingly, hungrily, hot breath passing between them with only short gasps of cooler air.  Rainbow’s sheen of sweat coated Bon Bon and, buried under all the mass in an already hot house, Bon Bon soon returned some of her own.

 

Bon Bon grabbed and squeezed, soft flesh giving way between her, folding around her, though never all the way.  She remembered her last time with Rainbow just before the dressmaker intervened.  She remembered how deeply she could sink herself into Dash, usually from on top.  She remembered grinding at massive mare, so lost in her own insatiable desire that she lost track of which jiggly bit she was pushing against.  She remembered that only other time Dash had been on top, how she’d almost completely buried her when she pressed down and rocked, her every pound waving forward and back, quaking Bon Bon like a tiny boat on vast and terrible sea.  She was not so big now, but she was so much more energetic.  The waves that had consumed Bon Bon before were replaced with more deliberate motion.  And all the while Rainbow whispered orders into Bon Bon’s ear:  rub this, rub that, squeeze me, push on me, squeeze my ass.  Ignoring Bon Bon’s immobility, Rainbow once asked her to smack her butt; it was all the earth pony could do to kick her in the butt, most of the effort absorbed by the bulbous behind before her leg could get all the way up, pressing into its plush welcome.  Memories of sex past, realities of sex present, all together in joyous ecstasy—Bon Bon couldn’t take it anymore.  She was soaking.  She needed relief.

 

“Cu… cu… cu…” Bon Bon huffed pointed up at the counter.  Rainbow huffed and looked up to see a cucumber had been pulled from her fridge.  She chuckled and rocked against Bon Bon, the pale yellow pony squeezing her hind legs and wincing with waves of desire.  A fucking cucumber:  instead of proper toys, Bon Bon had prepared a cucumber for fucking.  Rainbow put the humor out of mind; she was ready, too.

 

She pressed down onto Bon Bon, pushing all her weight into her prisoner, tightening her legs, stretching her wings straight up, energy and joy pulsing through to the feathers.  Bon Bon couldn’t breathe.  Rainbow Dash had never felt so strong, legs shaking with want, shoulders tense and powerful.  In one swift motion she pushed up with her legs, down with her wings, and lunged forward to the counter, and grabbed the cucumber.  Bon Bon gasped for air.  In one more fluid motion, Rainbow kicked off the counter and returned to Bon Bon, facing the other way, head right over Bon Bon’s marehood.  She didn’t even consider playing further.  Rainbow plunged the vegetable in and Bon Bon cried out in joy, shaking to her core.

 

“MORE!”  Rainbow Dash smiled hearing that damned word erupt from her old master.  Again, swift, strong, and heavy, Dash bounced into the air and turned a 180, landing with her Rubenesque ass high in the air, her head low, next to Bon Bon’s.  It took all the self-control she had to make Bon Bon beg.

 

“Ask.  Nicely.”

 

“PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE!”

 

Rainbow Dash brought her ass and marehood down with some force, plunging the other end of the cucumber into herself.  Her rump carried force down even after Dash had sunk to the proverbial hilt between the two lovers, pressing both hard into the ground.  Bon Bon squeezed Rainbow Dash with all her strength, pushing her bits up erratically, desperately.  Dash had never seen her so wild and uncontrolled.  Rainbow lifted her rear up again and plunged back down for a second thrust.  Again she quaked, wobbled, rocked.  Her strength gave out and she fell entirely onto her prisoner, smothering her almost entirely, Rainbow’s soft neck pressed against the narrower yellow one beneath, Bon Bon’s head poking out from beneath the bulky blue mare that owned her:  mind, body, and soul.

 

Rainbow quivered, barely pulled back, and pushed down with a third thrust.  Both cried out in ecstasy.  A fourth.  A fifth.  They kissed, cried, slipped, and squeezed.  Six.  Seven.  Eight.  Nine.  Bon Bon held her breath in overwhelming anticipation.  Rainbow pushed up on legs that felt like gelatin to the both of them.  Ten.  The ponies exploded, screaming in joy, exhaustion blown away by the electric current running through, gushing a river down below.

 

Rainbow collapsed, huffing and puffing; Bon Bon managed to force thin breaths in spite of the weight on her chest.  The two of them together quivered, sweaty, fully satisfied.  Rainbow started to laugh, quietly at first, then loudly.

 

“So who wants more now?”