Big Dash 1

>You hear the front door to your flat heaved open, rattling the spring of the door stopper before being slammed shut

>Loud, deliberate stomps echo down the hall, halting as the invader gets to the kitchen

>The refrigerator is flung open, the rattle from one of its doors banging against the paper-thin wall reverberating through your room

>Silverware rattles around as the drawer is torn open

>The trampling resumes as your visitor makes their way towards what had been the guest room

>Another door crashes shut

>Dash was back early

>And boy was she pissed

>Knowing her habits, you're going to be short another carton of ice cream, and going by previous experiences, bothering her when she was like this would probably leave you with a few missing limbs

>But Dash was both paying rent and a friend.  You could at least figure out what she's angry about this time

 

>Against your better judgement, you rise from your chair to check on her.  There's new cracks around her door frame.

>A few raps on the door later, and you haven't gotten any response.

"Rainbow?" you call.  "What's wrong?"

>Still nothing

"I'm gonna come inside, alright?"

>A very flat "sure" comes from within

>Cracking open the door just a bit, you determine your testicles are in no immediate danger, and proceed to open'er up and head on in

>She's just laying on the bed in her shorts and sports bra, spoon in mouth, looking dejectedly at the ceiling

>Occasionally she grabs the spoon and scoops up another mouthful like she's on autopilot

>Once in awhile she even blinks

>You notice that her pants are cutting into her thighs, and there's a significant muffin top peeking over the top of them

>no

>bad anon

>a sad Dash is for comforting, not for getting boners to

>unfortunately you're not sure where to start

"So, uh, how'd your day go?"

>She glances over at you, takes a deep breath, and ends with a quiet "Bad." before going back to ceiling watching

 

>An awkward pause ensues as she scarfs down the other half of the carton

>minutes pass as you just watch her eat

>Eventually she runs out, the hollow sound of the spoon tapping about looking for one last glob punctuated by another sigh

"It couldn't have been that bad, could it?"

>She stares at you like you've grown another head, both up and downstairs

>uh oh

>you should have ran when she was distracted with the ice cream

>"It's worse."  She starts with a grumble.  "Y'know how I spent all that time training to sign on with the Wonderbolts?"

>You nod, remembering how she had celebrated by chugging a gallon of cider after breaking the news to you

>Slender fingers run through her rainbow hair as she gathers her thoughts, looking off to the side

>"Well, first they drag me out in the middle of a warm-up, then they publicly humiliate me, and then they fire me."

"Humiliated you?  For what?  Why?"

>"Turns out I wasn't keeping up with their," air quotes are made "'standards of fitness.'"

>She sends an angry glare towards her waist and then continues

>"Like, just because I've got some extra padding," she slaps her gut, causing it to bounce ever so slightly "somehow means I can't keep up with the rest of them."

>That's more than a bit of padding

>She's really down in the dumps about this mess, and you feel you should try to help cheer her up

>What would Pinkie Do?

>Throw a party?  That's too non-sequitur for you

>Sing a song?  Dash would probably think you're mocking her

>Maybe it'd be best to leave her alone for awhile

 

"Listen, if you need anything, just yell for me."

>Dash glumly nods, then mutters something under her breath

"What was that?"

>"...More ice cream."  She thinks for a second, and adds "the strawberry stuff"

>dammit that shit's expensive

 

>Looking behind your shoulder as you leave, you see her slowly grasping and shaking her belly in an experimental way

>You close the door on her ever so carefully, leaving just enough of a crack to keep watching her

>First she grabs and shakes it, then she pinches at her small love handles, followed by a few smacks to either side, sending it jiggling every which way

>If you're not mistaken, you can see a bit of a blush creeping onto her face

>One hand begin to wander higher, grasping at her breasts and the sports bra stretched across them

>The other continues to curiously, albeit vigorously, prod and work at her gut

>Yep, that's definitely a blush, accompanied by panting

>Suddenly, both hands stop for a second, and you worry if you've been spotted, before they descend to her thighs

 

>Already restrained by her shorts, Dash's thighs can only expand through the gaps in her fingers as she mercilessly clutches them, rolling the caught fat between her digits.

>Not too surprisingly, they too act like jello ask she slaps and plays with them, giving more attention to them than her stomach, with the occasional slip of a finger to her nether regions

>Another handful of minutes passes by, with Dash far too mesmerized by the landscape of her body to notice you haven't returned

>Eventually, red in the face and gasping for air, she forces her arms away from her legs

>Rainbow moves shakily, but extremely purposefully, reaching down to the knot that keeps her shorts in place

>She hesitates for another minute, groping at the overhang of her belly which covers the bindings, before mustering enough willpower to tear away at the ties.  A moan of relief echoes through the house, the pressure on Dash's waist somewhat lessened, her gut plopping down to a more natural shape as she pats it

>It's around now that your control over your boner vanishes, and it nearly knocks the door off of its hinges

>"ANON?!" she half pants, half yells, quickly jamming her hands under her butt to appear innocent

"uh I mean I um heard a yell and I err wondered if you were alright"

>"Oh."  She takes in a few gulps of air to get her breathing back to normal. "W-well, knock first, ah-alright dude?  That's the, the rule."

>You can't help but notice that she's already beginning to squeeze at her shapely ass

>She looks up and down at you, hopefully not noticing your boner, before excitedly asking "You got the goods?"

>shit that's right she wanted ice cream

 

>It's been a few hours since you sent Lieutenant GenericDairy "Ice" Cream into the fray

>You've grown increasingly worried about it, though you happily anticipate the effects its sacrifices in battle will have made

>Dash had turned on the TV after you dropped off the treat, and you had gone back to your job

>You wonder if you have enough time to take a break and check on her

>A quick glance at your daily planner shows you've proven to a sufficient amount of people that what they like is shit and that you've prayed to the great DFLBG at least three times today

>That's good enough for you, time to take the rest of the day off

>You proceed with the ritual of entry, knocking on her door

>The TV is muted, followed by a "Come in" spoken in what can only be described as a sultry voice

>uh oh

 

>You open the door to a scene of chaos and wreckage and there's only two empty cartons and a bottle on the floor no big deal

>Dash is laying on her side facing you, her eyes glued on the TV.  Her gut is pooched out even more than when her shorts were still tied, and having half of it squashed against the bed isn't making it any smaller

>"So... whatcha want?" she mumbles, one hand absent-mindedly grasping at her hip as she continues to stare at the TV.

"uh I mean"

>She flops onto her back with a smile, body quaking

>"Come to give me more goodies?"

"Er- do they make you feel better?"

>She grins at you.  "Never felt better."

"You got over getting fired from your dream job because you ate a gallon of ice cream?"

>this is an unexpected but not unwelcome direction

>"Eh, I was just a rookie cleaning the toilets.  I'm just mad they thought I was fat."

"But Dash, look.  You are fat." You reach down to slap her belly and the two of you watch it jiggle, just to make sure you were telling the truth.

>and youre also hot and i want you to bear my children unf unf unf

>"Fat?  That's not fat, that's freakin' fit, 'specially compared to some people."

>She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing across her face

"Some people like who?"

>"Rarity.  I'm not a blimp like her, now am I?"

>that's true

"Athletes and toilet scrubbers aren't supposed to have muffin tops, Dash."

>She looks at you, perplexed.  "Muffin to- Oh, you mean this?" a handful of belly is scooped up

>"Naw, that's just me bulking.  Wait a week and I'll have rock solid abs there."

>She seems either completely oblivious or delusional.  Perhaps it's time to change gears before you fuck up too badly

 

"What were you watching?" you ask, gesturing to her TV

>Her eyes flash to her midriff for a second before returning to yours

>"It's one of those dumb horror flicks where you can see all the wires and the guys working them"

>On screen, some bucktooth kid in glasses mouths OHH MY GAAAAHHDD

>She giggles and jiggles a bit, before turning her attention back to you

>"You wanna watch too?"

>This can only lead to the best of things

"Alright, sure.  Move over."

>This earns you another smirk

>"Not until you get me another box of ice cream."

 

>After her ultimatum was satisfied, you nestle up next to her on the bed

>She's got a surprisingly soft arm wrapped around you, holding you tight to her warm body, the other busy stuffing her face as she excitedly watches the movie

>You're not so interested in what's going on in TV world, but rather with the mass of plush, filled out softness you have before you

>Dash doesn't stop you when you begin to knead her belly, even hugging you a bit tighter and giving an occasional squeak as if to keep going

>Your hands explore everywhere on her, you have a deep urge to squeeze and grope and grab everything you can get your hands on

>Each wobble and slap you give her only makes you harder

>You can fit your index and third fingers up to the second joint in her belly button, and you make sure to twirl them around in it, eliciting a stream of moaning from Rainbow

>Lost in this wonderful world of Dash, you only notice the movie is over when she rolls onto her side, facing you

>You can't see too much of her face, save for a sparkle in her eyes and a decidedly predatory grin

>You can, however, see a very ill-fitting sports bra, and an even rounder silhouette

 

>"Alright Anon, leme ask you something.  On, or off?"

"Huh?"

>Her arm is not only surprisingly soft, it's also surprisingly strong, as you're pulled into a combination of a bear hug and marshmallow hell, your face stuffed in between her boobs

>"Let's try on and see how you like it."

>oh god it's almost painful feeling your face being pressed so hard into such tightly restrained tits

>There's not too much give to them, but they're warm and big enough to keep you from seeing out past them

>"Oof.  No, definitely off."

>The hold on you is released, and you recoil quickly

"DASH!  What the hell?  Is that a Wonderbolt thing or something?!"

>"Anonymous.  I've been on edge ever since you burst in on me earlier.  I need this."

>She slaps her gut, and you can't help but feel your eyes become drawn towards it

"A-at least warn me next time or something jeeze"

>While you're distracted, Dash's arm fumbles with her underwear, only for her to sit up and get her other arm involved

>"Damn thing was easier to take off a week ago, what's the problem?" she fumes

>The more she messes with it, the angrier she gets, before simply grabbing it and tearing it off, leaving a wide gash between the cups before chucking it behind her

>That bra did an incredible service considering it was probably three sizes too small

>As her breast are freed, she leans back and takes in a deep breath, causing her boobs to grow even larger

>Her grin returns

>"Now, where were we?"

 

>You're prepared this time, inhaling right before she grapples you back into her ample cleavage

>There's only darkness and warmth

>You can hear her heart beating too

>She coos as she runs a hand through your hair, the other cradling your head, forcing you deeper in between her breasts

>You can only hug her, running your hand up and down her side, feeling how smooth and soft her back was

>Occasionally you'd grab hold of a love handle, and she really liked that

>This pleasant moment of heaven was interrupted by the realization that your dick was not getting any attention at all

>Trying to pull out of her hold was futile, she was determined on keeping you in there

>You wrap your legs around and between hers and begin to grind your clothed crotch against the underside of her belly

>"Is that what you're after, lover boy?" You can hear the leer in her voice

>It's not long before she releases her hold on you, before moving her arms down a ways

>Before she gets to work, she cops a feel, cupping her hand around your covered head and giving a couple slight tugs

>There's so much of her pudge and so much of your boner down there that she can hardly focus

>With a yank and a grunt, your belt is torn loose, and flung towards the door

>Your pants are similarly opened, and when she gets down to your briefs, another rip signals the end for them, and freedom for your boner

>Dash gently grips your member in her hand, her thumb rubbing across the head and her fingers dancing up and down the shaft

>"Not bad, not bad."

>If her last grin had been predatory, this one was ravenous

 

>A few good yanks later and you've already lost a good helping of pre, but Dash was just getting started

>She clambers up onto her knees, and gestures for you to do the same

>Immediately your hands find their way to her body

>You seize the opportunity and go straight for her tits, greedily grabbing one in each hand

>There's so much that they spill through your fingers, and squeezing them only emphasizes this

>Dash, meanwhile, is busy removing your shirt, fighting through the fog of pleasure

>When you give her a moment's reprieve, she grabs your shirt and tosses it off behind her, before pulling you into another hug

>This one you can return, enjoying the sensation of your skin against hers

>She places a kiss on the side of your neck, before moving up, licking and kissing away at your cheek until she meets your lips

>From there the two of you begin the tried and true ritual of attempting to eat each others face, licking and kissing and wrestling tongues for all you're worth

>Eventually she breaks away, shuddering slightly

>"I need you in me."

>"Now."

>You couldn't be more ready for this if you tried

>Unfortunately there's still her tight shorts in the way

>Running your hands down her body, you can feel that they're cutting into her thighs even more than before

>You lift up the overhang of her belly with one hand and yank at the shorts with the other

>The best you can manage is turning the cute squeaks from Dash into throaty moans

>"Hnnf- You want me to -nrg- do it, sissy?"

>Dejectedly, your hands retreat, opening the way for her

>"I didn't tell you to stop rubbing, did I?"

>You're back there fast enough to send a slap and a shockwave of jiggling through her strained legs, her own hands joining yours as she grabs at the troublesome shorts

 

>Bracing herself, Dash begins to pull

>With a grunt, the pants split wide open, her thighs happily ballooning back to where they should be, her stomach slumping and spread out, held back no longer

>"aahhhHOh Celestia, you wouldn't believe how good that feels."

>Her cerise eyes are so lidded you can't tell if she can even see or not

>"Y-you remember telling me to warn you?"

"Yeah, why?"

>"That was your warning"

>And with that you're slammed back onto the bed, with a large Dash on top

>You grasp and grope at her, and she replies by squashing herself into you, the two of you trying to connect as much skin as possible

>Her body feels amazing, heavy, wobbling, warm, and so very soft

>Your faces are nearly level, and she's back to assaulting you with kisses and licks everywhere

>You need this as bad as she does

>She's thrusting her entire body against you again and again, flattening your cock against you but surrounding the bottom side of it with waves of fat as you return the favor with spurts of precum

>Just when you're about to pass the point of no return, she stops everything

>Her gut wobbles across your dick a little longer, but it's over too quickly

>She sits up, panting, that same grin on her face

>You give her your best Bambi eyes, begging for her to finish you

>"ah-Close, real-hah-close.  Don't go off too -ah- early on me."

"You suck"

>"I can suck later, we're doing this at my pace for now"

>Little Anon slowly veers away from the edge, but remains tall and proud

>Dash takes a short break too, deciding to grope and massage herself while she waits for you

>You watch as she puts on a show of cupping her breasts and running her fingers over her nipples

>She sees you looking and supports them from underneath, breathing in a pushing her back out to make them look as big as possible, smiling the whole while

>jeeze they're practically the size of basketballs

 

"Alright, I'm ready"

>Dash almost leaps for joy as she straddles you

>Even her shins are soft as she locks them between yours

"Wait a minute, doesn't the man get on top, or-"

>"Not when he's mine he doesn't"

>Her knees are at your thighs, and all you can see is her gut quivering from excitement

>Surely but ever so slowly, she slides herself down onto you

>Entering her is incredible.  She was already sopping just from the belly rubs, and you wouldn't be surprised if she had already came a few times without you noticing it.  The warmth radiates around you, while muscles clench and contract as you're driven deeper

>Finally, she reaches the bottom

>Her stomach is so big it pushes up onto your rib cage

>You can feel her ass flowing up to your knees

>For a few moments, you lose yourself in this paradise, before you hear Dash saying something

>"Grab on tight"

>And then she begins

 

>Jackhammers don't bounce up and down this hard

>Rabbits don't breed this quick

>Jello doesn't jiggle this much

>That's three things Dash has completely beat

>Beneath all that thickness, there's a lot of muscle, and she's putting all of it to good use

>Every second, a new squelch is made as she lifts and drops herself back down on you, weighing you down with the fullness of her gut for a split second before relieving you of it, only to do it again and again

>And each one is getting faster than the last

>All you can hear is a chorus of wet slaps, gasping, and moaning

>You've held on as long as you could

>But this chubby girl with a vice grip on your dick has you beat

>Your pelvis must be dust by now, her thighs slamming against you too fast to see

>A sudden wetness bursts out from her, coating your crotch and soaking the bed below

>Stars fill your eyes and the room fades to black as you spasm and shoot load after thick load into her

 

>Everything is black, save for odd colored lights, shifting and swirling

>You're not sure what time it is

>You're not even sure if you're actually awake or if this is just a dream

>Was last night a dream too?

>The arms and legs wrapped around you, a soft cushion all along your back, and warm breath up on your neck all points to the answer being no

>You can hear a content whisper coming from behind you, the arms pulling you closer with each utterance

>"bigger"

>"f-unf-ck me harder"

>"more, Anon, more"

>Dash is a very active sleep talker

>It looks like the TV is still on

>Another movie is just starting

>'Shallow Hal'

>what kind of stupid ass movie is that supposed to be

>you drift off back to sleep, embraced by your lover

 

The end