DatPlot Story 4: Rainbow Dash

RAINBOW DASH

(micro, vore, crush, ass crush, insertion, digestion)

 

>Another day, another tiring, grueling session of working with Rainbow Dash out in the fields to get her prepared for the annual Pegasus Rally in a less than a week.

>Sweat-soaked, sunburned, and ready to head back home to get some sleep, you stop the timer for Rainbow’s lap time and gesture her over.

>R.D., let’s face it; you’re ready as humanly, (ponily?) possible for this race. Let’s go back into town and get some sleep.

>”Alright, anon. But hold on just a second, there’s something on your shirt.”

>You look down reflexively, but before you mind can scream at you that you had just fallen for the oldest trick in the book, her cyan hoof pops you under the chin.

>Oh goddammit Rain-

>Interrupted by a wing-boosted slam into your body, you find Dash with all of her weight on top of you, her eyes closing contently and lips pushing closer to yours.

>Whoa, whoa, whoa, R.D. wait a second!

>As if interrupted from a pleasant daydream, her eyes crack open and her lips purse.

>”What? Hadn’t you? Didn’t you? I mean, you were making it obvious that…”

>R.D…I mean, Rainbow Dash…c’mon. You’re one of my closest friends. We’ve never been like that. What if Fluttershy or Twilight tried this on you? What would you do?

>The beginnings of a sad expression creeps over her eyes and she bites into her lower lip until, seemingly fighting against the pain, a frown bursts across her face.

>”Anon, you were totally making it obvious you wanted this! The training, all the time spent together, EVERYTHING. This was what I was supposed to do!”

>Rainbow, I’m sorry- but you totally misread me. At the risk of sounding dumb, you’re just not my type.

>”Not your type? Then what IS your type, anon? Huh? At least tell me that before you ruin this!”

>You know damn well that’s not important right now. I just want you to know that I don’t want this to be it. Still friends?

>Her stern, angry look drops to a pout as she stares you in the eyes for the first time since this all happened.

>”Only if you tell me what your so-called type is…It’s obviously not the awesome, athletic, good-at-everything type.”

>Rainbow, there’s something I never had back in my old home. Magic is something totally new to me, and I can’t keep my attention off of it. But that doesn’t mean other things aren’t as important to me.

>”Pffft, typical…the one human in Equestria likes unicorns.”

>No, not just unicorns, I just like magic and its users. Got it?

>You try to tell yourself you didn’t see Rainbow’s eyes light up a fraction at what you just said, particularly at the unicorn comment.

>So, still friends?

>”We’ll see, anon.”

>You quickly change the subject and try to keep the conversation about mundane topics to ensure the long walk back to Ponyville wouldn’t be awkward. As you reach your house, Rainbow Dash starts off towards her own, without even a goodbye.

>Bye, R.D..

>”See yah tomorrow, anon.”

>A little confused since you and her didn’t have a practice session tomorrow, you find yourself too tired to put any more thought into it.

>The next morning, after a dreamless night, you begin your morning rituals and breakfast and head out the door.

>Except this morning, the world apparently concluded about 10 feet from your door and ran up a featureless, brown wall that ended at a ceiling a few hundred feet up.

>Before you can begin to wrap your head around your interesting change of scenery, the ceiling levitates and shifts off to the side all at once, letting a pale, artificial light in.

>Making the decision to walk back inside the house and infer that this wasn’t a dreamless night at all, but rather one with a very bizarre lucid dream, you turn briskly and start for the door.

>You are interrupted, however, by a very real-feeling earthquake that knocks you to your feet and causes protesting groans in your house.

>Staring straight up out of the pale brown universe, your eyes are caught by two pink globes that cast their seemingly-omnipotent gaze across your abode.

>A voice, still that feminine mezzo-soprano with the slightly rough, gravelly edge to it, you recognize the owner of the colossal eyes immediately.

>”Awake, I see? Good, because we have a LOT of work to do today, anon.”

>Stunned out of speech, you can only lie where you are, mouth agape.

>”You better get a move on, slowpoke. I’m starting the morning off with a little house redecoration!”

>Still frozen in stupor, you can only watch as her sky-spanning face is replaced by an infinitely strong-looking light blue hoof.

>”3…2…1…”

>Her words finally sinking through the fear-plastered brain inside your skull, you scramble up, tripping, and sprint in the nearest direction AWAY from your doomed house.

>With a displacement of pressure and crashing blast throwing you off of your feet, the hoof, normally smaller than one of your legs, comes down like a skyscraper-sized locomotive, completely encompassing the lot your home was on.

>Vertigo fighting you, you push yourself up in expectation of debris or dust being torn up by her deadly step.

>Instead, you gape with horror at the fact that her hoof was so much bigger than the dwelling that it had swallowed it up entirely, smearing every possession you owned into nothingness under its even surface.

>Another hoof, a little slower but no more careful for your safety, drops into what you are now beginning to realize is a cardboard box, and the two hooves separate, tearing the walls down to reveal a massive plain of green-bladed trees, with even larger wooden monoliths reaching infinite distances into the sky.

>Consciousness now in survival mode, you finally make a few necessary connections in your head to come to terms with what’s going on.

>Now in complete view, a brown and black stain from the detritus your house used to be smeared next to one hoof, Rainbow Dash’s impossibly large body towers over your miniscule figure.

>Even with her wings tucked in, she looked no less like a goddess looking down disapprovingly at one of her worshippers.

>”So, magic huh? How’s this for magic. This is waaaay awesomer than anything any unicorn you know could conjure up.”

>Alright, so this is a joke, right? Can I be regular sized now?

>Surprisingly enough, you realize she heard you from the malevolent smile that crept across her already victorious-looking face.

>”So, I bet I’m your type now, huh anon?”

>No, you’re just like a million times bigger and not my type.

>Giving you just enough time to mull over whether that was a good choice of words with a pony who’s cutie mark was the size of a county, she steps over you to frame your surroundings with her light blue hooves that stretched towards the sky to meet with her powerful, winged frame.

>”I told you we’ll see last night and now we will. It’s not like you have a…”

>Her sentence is broken by a snide giggle.

>”…choice or anything.”

>This is insane, R.D. Come on, fix this or find someone who will!

>Your answer came in the form of her shifting her mouth, letting an 18-wheeler sized drop of spit emerge between her lips.

>Without any warning beyond her massive mouth squeezing together to drop the spittle bomb, you cover your face instinctively.

>Fractions of a second later, the malevolent pony’s pool of saliva lands, creating a temporary lake on the cardboard and knocking the wind out of you in addition to thoroughly soaking you in her spit.

>Grinning with the same smile you had seen her give competitors she had defeated in contests, she sits down, the weight of her rear dropping on the other side of the cardboard platform and lifting yours up a number of feet.

>”Now that you’re all nice and wet, let’s see if I can be a little more convincing…”

>The same hoof that had just made you homeless reaches effortlessly across the wide, brown plain, grabbing you and retrieving you over to her side.

 

>Completely covered in her saliva, your twists and wriggling in an attempt to get out of her basketball-court sized hoof don’t amount to much.

>You turn around against her cyan grip to see a much larger field of sky blue grow closer and closer as she shifts her weight back and opens her rear hooves.

>Oh, no no no no no…

>Without much care to the possibility of you popping like a tiny grape, her hoof slams you onto her most delicate of parts, sliding down until you smear against some of her own fluids already making her marehood glisten.

>She begins to vigorously rub herself above you, mercifully leaving you only the task to avoid falling from the dizzying height, or worse, to fall into her untold depths, never to be found.

>Becoming rougher, but still targeting the single spot on her marehood, Rainbow Dash begins to huff briskly, a rough yet thoroughly feminine sound with her distinctive voice.

>It literally becomes a battle for survival as her massive hoof, the slick surface of her intimates, and the shuddering of her inner thighs stretch your tiny body to its sheer limits.

>Just before you decide dropping into the tight canyon of her marehood would be preferable to the painful struggle pulling and twisting you around, a distinct buckling of her hooves and thrust of her hips skyward accompany a deafening cry.

>Almost lost among the release of her fluids, and thinking you had been forgotten in the apocalyptic climax, you hear her panting.

>”Yeah! That was….AWESOME! Anon, you enjoy that? Where’d you go, anyway?”

>Seconds from unconsciousness, you once again see her hoof (this time the clean one, thankfully) descend from above to grab you.

>”There you are! How about now, huh? I’d like to see any other pony do that.”

>Too tired to even speak, you drop limply onto the cardboard and try to catch your breath.

>”Well I dunno about you anon, but I’m pretty tired myself. I think I’ll have a seat.”

>At least she’ll give me a break.

>Or so you thought, before the godlike mare rises up once more, and shifts her body so her rear faces you, the multicolored mane seeming truly rainbow-sized as it rustled gracefully from the movement.

>Saying prayers to whatever gods you could think of at that moment, her weight shifts and her rear hooves bend, bringing her all-encompassing flank down to blot out what little sky you saw that wasn’t already dominated by her body.

>With a crash and crackle of cardboard cut off abruptly as the weight of her rear displaced the air around you, you try to cry out in pain but only manage a groan as her infinite weight squeezes your ribcage.

>Stars burst across the surface of your eyelids and nerves cry out in pain from every part of your body and the reptilian part of your brain cries out for one of your organs to fail, providing release from this hell.

>Before that happens, however, you feel the weight release quickly, and thank Rainbow Dash for this tiny piece of mercy. To your horror, the combined spit and fluid from her marehood serve to glue you to her left flank, lifting you up with a stomach-lurching hurdle into the air.

>”Awwww, I missed. I was trying to get you into the sweet spot, if you know what I mean, anon.”

>Another giggle only serves to multiply your humiliation at this point as she awkwardly twists a front hoof towards her backside to maneuver you into her “sweet spot”.

>After a few moments of almost randomly shifting your near-broken body towards the dark spot under her tail, she plants you firmly against the her most darkest orifice.

>”There we go, anon. Enjoy the ride!”

>Once again you feel your world fly by as she takes another seat.

>Although you experience less bone-crushing pressure this time, the pain and humiliation of being thrust into this place was no less hurtful.

>For some unfathomable reason, she begins shifting her weight between flanks, then rising to her feet and taking a few steps around.

>Each shift or hoof-fall ends up smashing you in a new way, twisting your abused body. By this time, though, your human talent for pumping adrenaline into the veins has kicked in and you remain alert and utterly terrified during the whole experience.

>You begin to desperately struggle against your warm, cyan prison in a tiny act of defiance against Rainbow’s massive flank.

>”Whoa anon, don’t stop. That feels sweet!”

>A surge of anger rushes through you, accompanying the heart-pounding supply of adrenaline giving you the strength to…apparently make her enjoy herself more.

>Determined to cause her even the slightest discomfort, you lash out, only eliciting a joyful squeal from Rainbow. She squeezes closed her anal muscles surrounding you, and with the slightest of effort, breaks whatever will you had summoned.

>Another squeeze, almost threatening to pull you inside, is all it takes to return you to the limp, pathetic speck she had been playing with earlier.

>The all-too-familiar blue hoof bursts into vision through the forest of the rainbow-colored tail, undoubtedly to subject you to more horrors.

>Bringing you about to inspect what was left of you, you gaze up into her bright, pink eyes before they shift to a look of disgust.

>”Ew! You’re super gross right now. We need to wash you up for what’s coming next.”

>What IS coming next?

>After an almost relaxing ride on her hoof as she flits over to a nearby (for her) creek on her powerful wings, you find yourself unceremoniously dropped into the freezing water.

>Before you can be swept away by the gentle current, you are scooped back up and brought back to the arena of your torture.

>After dropping you, surprisingly gently this time, onto the now-dirty cardboard, she looks down at you, a sincere(ish) smile crossing her face.

>”Well?”

>Well…what?

>”Well anon? How do you like me now? Am I the right type NOW? I think you know the right answer.”

>What did you…think this would make me do? Love you? Are…you fucking crazy?

>”Hey! You said you wanted magic, you got magic, you little shrimp.”

>And then…I got tortured to within an inch…of my life. What the hell is wrong…with you?

>Her attempt at a smile quickly snapped under your words. You almost feel daggers pouring out of those huge, beautiful eyes before she drops a hoof onto your miniscule form harder than she’d ever done.

>Miraculously, either she was lucky or just knew your breaking point, because instead of crushing you to a formless smear, Rainbow Dash merely inflicts a bright burst of pain across your body.

>”I did EXACTLY what you wanted. I was EVERYTHING you could ask for. And you do this to me?

>”Whatever, I don’t need you. I don’t need you for anything.”

>Lifting you up, she brings you to eye level with her.

>”I hope you know what you’re missing, anon.”

>Without another word, she tosses you violently into her opening mouth, lips parted to reveal the perfect, white teeth that dwarf your existence.

>Landing wetly on the undulating pink surface of her tongue, you scramble for the exit, hoping some hasty negotiation will save you from this fate.

>Either because you are too weak at this point or her tongue is just too strong, you get flicked, like a piece of candy, against a row of her molars.

>She closes her mouth and drops her jaw to try and chew you into oblivion, but a surge of energy seizes you and you roll back onto her tongue.

>However, this proves to be only a temporary respite as she easily angles the huge pink platform up, sliding you into her throat and to her unsurvivable digestion.

>Clambering and trying to grab hold of whatever you can only serve to speed up your descent into Rainbow Dash.

>With only the slightest effort, Rainbow swallows, a gulp of saliva literally throwing you down her esophagus.

>After a seemingly endless journey concluding with a drop into the vast cavern of her stomach, you realize, a little too late, that maybe patronizing the mare that’s about to digest you would have been a good idea.

>A spark of defiance in your mind tries to tell you that at least you’ll be dying with your principles intact, but the pain of her powerful stomach acid washes the thought away and you begin to imagine where you would be if you had kissed Rainbow back that fateful day. Probably not in her stomach, that’s for sure.

>In a way though, as your nerves succumb to numbness from the acid dissolving your body, you realize you still will be with her, in a way even more permanent than if you had decided to love her. This way you will be serving her and giving her something more than anyone else possibly could.

>On the other hand, you could just be reduced to giving her the energy to finish off her next meal and process it in a disgustingly ironic twist of fate, but your hopes focus on thoughts of Rainbow in the race next week with a part of you helping her win. Even if she didn’t know it.