Rainbow Dash Was A Lesbian

Some legends would say that Rainbow Dash made a noise like “Glah,” when she orgasmed. Those legends would be dirty, dirty lies, and not even true at all, because she was way cooler than that! Somehow he... he was like a lesbian colt or—or something! He just wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop! She was shaking on her hooves. Even her wings were tingling, and spreading and... she just had to huff hotly at the ground, helpless to do anything while Scootaloo of all ponies blew her mind harder than she’d felt since Blossomforth.

“Hey, don’t stop licking!” Dash exclaimed again in alarm, as Scootaloo’s tongue left her still tingling folds. She looked back, trying to find his muzzle so she could jam her crotch against it, only to see and feel Scootaloo pull himself up desperately over her flank, hanging on and staring at her with liquid eyes, hugging her tight and jerking his hips all... he was mounting her!

Dash didn’t want him to stop.

“I gotta put it in Dash,” he said urgently, and she felt it press against her. Damn if it wasn’t practically calling to her. She was feeling a dick, his dick and he was pushing it against her with a purpose. Dash couldn’t even compare the feeling to a tongue; it was so different. But it wasn’t just shoving into her like the other colts, and just jiggering about in there until it went off. She felt it just... it sort of started to penetrate, but then he pulled it out! Scootaloo just slid it against her!

“Please, let me do it...” he whined plaintively. He was holding back. Why was he holding back? It was making him so... so freaking hot! The hottest thing was his urgency. He just had to do it, and she didn’t know how he could hold back, but it made him more and more desperate. That was making Dash crazy with desire herself, pushing back so hard he was wedged up against her cloud wall. A desire burned in Rainbow Dash, to wipe that pleading look off his face, and give him something to really smile about.

So freaking hot—he was just a kid! This estrus was screwing with her head! Rainbow loved her head getting screwed with. Wait no, that was the estrus making her love her head getting... the thing! She wanted dick! Please dad, just one more—stupid estrus, augh! Even such a young colt was frightening Dash, the old memories coming back of her stupid family, and stupid father.

But strangely, she didn’t feel scared. She knew it was just her estrus, but... but it was so cool! Scootaloo was prodding at her entrance like a filly—er—a colt possessed. But he wasn’t going to get mad at her, and tell her what a little shit she was, but he was still totally crazy about doing it! Her own junk was making Rainbow Dash feel unready and insecure. Her! Rainbow hadn’t had a dick in... a freaking long time, and it was always so boring and stupid when she did. So why was she so... excited now? He wasn’t even in her!

There was no catch, is the thing. Scootaloo was just doing it, not saying anything to make her feel powerless. He wasn’t making it complicated, no conditions or caveats she had to worry about. The only condition he seemed to have was that she enjoy it, and Scootaloo didn’t even care about that anymore. Rainbow got him to start, and now he couldn’t even stop if she wanted to. A stallion’s singleminded desire was so boring usually, but Rainbow was so worked up, and she wanted it sooooo bad. She didn’t want Scootaloo to be anything other than a colt who needed to stick it in, and he was so intensely being that colt that he was gonna do it, no matter what! Rainbow could see it in his eyes. An intense fire that sent chills down her spine. She never even suspected Scoots had a penis, yet here he was, a he, and more than ready to shove it into her.

Without another plea, eyes half lidded and rear legs pressed against the wall, Scootaloo started to slide it into her.

Before he could get too far inside, and... do the thing that colts did, Dash tugged her hips away, making Scootaloo find his mark again. Then she challenged him, dancing away from him crouching low as she could so he could reach, but not otherwise helping. He followed climbing up behind Dash’s flagging tail, and again her crotch slid against his dick. Scootaloo was there. The mare was dripping with lust, not just in her voice when she said,

“I bet if I told you not to put it in, you’d still do it.”

Scootaloo whimpered and didn’t answer. “I bet you can’t stop,” Dash said with a smug tone to her voice. “Even if I told you not to, you’re a colt and I’m a filly, and you’re still gonna put it in there.”

Scoots was just intensely mashing against her and twitching that thing of his, and slipping in—Dash jerked in place, dancing away again so he wouldn’t... not yet. He followed her singlemindedly, both of them utterly engrossed in the task at hand. In a stroke of inspiration or luck, Dash lay a hoof on the kitchen chair, poising her rear over it and waving her tail his way.

Thinking she meant him to do it (and she totally did) Scootaloo just climbed up, and put his hooves over her thighs, not quite able to get his dick in place before Rainbow Dash caught his chin in the crook of her rainbow tail and pushed him back. Dash gave the horny colt a level look, and there was fear in Scootaloo’s eyes as she said quietly and unflinchingly,

“Don’t put it inside.”

Scootaloo, to his credit, managed to stop. But trembling, he finally spoke, saying, “Please Rainbow Dash... you want me to, right? I need it, please...”

“I told you not to put it in, and I meant it,” Dash said firmly, feeling so strange like... she was outside of herself or something. She could feel his penis—he was...going to put it in her! “I won’t let you put it in,” she said, as he looked at her like a crazy mare. And Celestia but he was right. She was so turned on by this she couldn’t even believe it! “I want you in there, but I’m not gonna let you,” she said with deadly eyes at the colt clinging to her backside so hotly. “I won’t give it to you. You gotta take it. So are you gonna push in anyway, after I told you not to?”

“D-dash please I don’t want to...” he practically whined, so vulnerable even though his colt dick was already pushing against her, the thing he was gonna fuck her with.

“I’m not gonna say yes,” she said almost casually over her shoulder. “If you wanna fuck me, you’re gonna have to ignore me, and do it anyway.”

The briefest pause and Dash continued, remarking, “Take your penis offa me. Don’t push it all the way into my cunt. I can feel you there, all ready to do it. You know what I feel like in there. All you gotta do is push.”

“I’m... not...” he slipped in her, and Dash didn’t stop him this time. She shivered at the feeling, at what he was doing. “Please, Dash” he said, he still said on the brink of wildly fucking her.

“Won’t allow you to do it, no matter how much you ask,” she refused stubbornly, facing forward and flicking her rainbow tail carelessly, feeling that damn teasing need. “You listen to me,” she said, “And you’re gonna g-get off and go home, and you’ll never feel this mare from the inside! Or you could just... do it.” Rainbow had to look at him again. She had to—had to see his hidden colt urges taking him.

“Just one push,” she teased, “And it’ll happen.”

And against his better judgement, Scootaloo started to push himself inside her. Penises were so unlike dildos. Dash never really had a chance to appreciate that; her experience with the things was admittedly lacking. The stiffness Scootaloo put in her was still somehow velvety soft, and it beat with the warm heart it was sustained with. It was part of Scootaloo; it was the thing he wanted. Dash was giving it to him, and he was... giving it to her too.

“Dash I—I can’t—!” Scootaloo bit out, just quivering as he couldn’t stop embedding himself in her hips. Dash refused to allow him. She made him make her! It was freaky crazy and she loved it. This colt Scootaloo; he was too crazy with lust to pull out anymore. With a frustrated huff, Scootaloo gave in all at once, and just pulled his hips back and then drove them heavily forward.

Rainbow couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t even slow him down anymore! He pushed every inch of that turgid penis into her filly hole. Even as over her shoulder she saw him, watched it happen to him, she felt her insides purring with delight, his boy shaft fitting squarly between the twin signs of rainbow lightning on her azure hindquarters. There in her place for boys, that Rainbow almost never used the way it was intended, Scootaloo was in there. She could feel him, so very— softfull!

“There you go,” she said at last comfortingly, feeling so warmhearted and downright gentle as Scootaloo bottomed out, grinding needily against her. “Just let it out,” she murmured to the colt, “That’s right.”

“Dash~” he moaned desperately, “I’m gonna—!”

“You’re gonna... whoo... splooge already?” Dash said, feeling dizzy from the feelings flowing from her groin. She wasn’t going to cum again was she? How long could a colt even last in there? He had barely even started thrusting. This wasn’t exactly what Dash thought of as thirty seconds of silent humping.

“I’m—” Scootaloo looked her in the eyes with such an intense need. “I’m going to fuck you!” he shouted emotionally, while Dash tensed at the intensity of his words. With a purposeful look in his eyes, he slid that penis right back out of her, faster than Rainbow’d slide a dildo, and then jammed back into her. His whole rear pushed against against her, her wings flexing with the need to feel him.

Good grief did it feel good! He wasn’t like a dildo he was like a... a skin kissing her skin with every inch that he slid past her. There was just enough of a loose resistance for the hot skin on his penis to drag her own vaginal walls to exquisite heights of pleasure. Dash wanted to feel this feeling forever.

“I-I’m not gonna stop,” Scootaloo repeated petulantly, moving it in and out. It was so distracting! Dash just wanted to face forward and let him do it, and just feel him in there. But she had to see this. She had to see him say what he was gonna say. Rainbow was hunched and sweaty, half bent, still looking at him. She had to see Scootaloo doing this to her.

“I don’t care if you say no,” he said in utter thick voiced lust. Scootaloo said this. Oh the things his penis was doing to him. To her! Dash could watch that pegasus being such a young, scrawny little stallion all day. “I-I’m gonna do it in you, even if... because, I need to do it.”

He leaned against her and his hips just...oh man ah jeez. Dash had to huff, facing forward as his inexpert thrusts became an intense steady pounding. “Rainbow Dash!” he moaned even as he hugged close to her and thrust like his life depended on it. “I need you so much!”

That was it for Dash. She couldn’t take attention like this without a huge reaction from her. Rainbow Dash realized now that she didn’t even know how to use a dildo. It wasn’t how it went deep in there, wasn’t some vibrating thing on the top. It was the sliding, pistoning unrelenting thrusts, the feel of a virile male driving into her again and again, outside of her control. That’s what made a dildo feel good! Just like he was doing it to her! She was doing it to him! She felt like he was kissing her in there! She couldn’t stop squeezing couldn’t stop—

The hapless mare known as Rainbow Dash orgasmed long and hard around the thrusting Scootaloo. Her voice cracked as she cried out in mindless passion, just breeding with him with no thought or decorum. Her head tilted back and looked sightlessly above her. Scootaloo lost his hoofing on the chair then, and Dash hardly noticed, the colt hanging to her for dear life as her climax took her.

Vaguely Dash realized Scootaloo had fallen off entirely, and she lifted her head, breathing hard as she looked over her shoulder again at the dazed colt. “Bed,” Dash whuffed muzzily, staggering around to pick Scootaloo up, and throw him over her back, outright flying to her bedroom the urgency was so great. Plenty room, plenty hoofing, plenty inside stuff. He was gonna cum for sure this way! Dash shoved her rump into his groin, and Scootaloo obliged, leaning over, and pushing in her again. She still felt so good from—he made her go twice! It made Dash crazy to think about her greatest fan, her favorite filly now a colt, was gonna be cumming his brains out, inside her.

Scootaloo didn’t have any trouble doing Dash. He was up on her cloud bed and—and she couldn’t even lift her hooves, from the rippling electric waves flowing through her. She felt his shaft alive in her. Rainbow hugged it and kissed it, and winked hungrily around his attentive thrusts. Dash felt him flare in there, that expansion so meaningful to her. “Y-y’ready to go... kid...” she gasped, at his increasingly driven thrusts.

“You feel so good inside,” Scootaloo moaned, flaring harder, and clutching her close. “Have to... it’s... gonna... huhh... hunh...” Scootaloo said, thrusting for all he was worth, in the final moments of their eager copulation.

Scoots was grinding so hard, in light, shallow strokes that hardly came out of her at all, when with a throaty huff from his chest, it started. Rainbow’s eyes widened at the sudden feel of Scootaloo’s climax. He was quivering against her and his flared dick was thrashing in there. She cracked half a smile; she was totally gonna make him do it, way up in there—yes! Rainbow Dash felt something hot and slimy blast into her back there, and then again and again. It had to be coming straight outta Scootaloo’s dick! This was it. They did it!

Rainbow Dash stood there by her bed, with triumphant approval in her heart, as she got front row seats to see and feel Scootaloo cum inside her. “Uh! Unh! Nh enh...nh!” the little pegasus grunted eagerly, his eyes scrunched shut as if it was too much to look at, or if he was concentrating on what it felt like for him to cum inside her. Driving those hot jets of seed into her, as powerfully as he could muster in him. Dash couldn’t believe it, but the pulsing inside her was undeniable, that spreading warmth deep in her cunt. Scootaloo had a penis, and he was letting it all out. And in her!

Dash took it with gusto. “Aww yeah kid,” she moaned, “That feels awesome!” As she felt her hungry cunt satisfied by his thick spurts, Rainbow leaned back against his ejaculating crotch, pressing him deep as she could get him. Scootaloo’s freaking jizz was inside her. He was totally doing it to her! She didn’t remember a colt feeling this crazy! Dash didn’t feel bad about it this time, she felt incredible, and so full of that colt’s purposefully pumping cock.

And his breath hitched as he did it, he did it saying, “D-d-d-dash... Rain...bow dash you...nhh!” giving those slimy squirts, just for her.

His dick stilled. Standing there impaled by the quiet Scootaloo, Dash felt so totally gooey inside. He was in her, and—and his stuff was in her!

Rainbow Dash was definitely going to have to get one of those dildos that squirts out aw heck dang it never mind. She was just going to have to be bisexual, because Scoots doing it in her felt better than anything, not because it was weird squirts, but because it was his weird squirts. Because he wanted to do it so bad, that he hammered her until it happened to him, Dash couldn’t feel anything but amazing as he did. Dash felt like she was filling up with him. Deep within her cunt, Dash didn’t just have goo; she had a part of Scootaloo in her, and she had to squirm around it, feeling what he did in her. It did things to her that she couldn’t even put to words. Scootaloo freaking...

Scootaloo freaking made her bisexual!

And get this. This colt this... Scootaloo was so crazy for her, she turned him on so much, that he practically turned into a filly after he climaxed. After he jizzed in her, Scootaloo hung onto her for a while, and then she was like “C’mon, get off. I gotta see this.” She figured that was all he had. But she couldn’t believe what he just did! What she just did!

She really did have to see it to believe it. Dash was laying next to Scootaloo on her bed and looking, and she was all gooey and stuff down there. Like, like not her usual gooey, but the depressing gooey she felt whenever she made a stupid mistake. It was kind of awkward how Scootaloo still had that penis, even though it was softening up and stuff. It was slick and gleaming, and Dash couldn’t get out of her head that that thing had been jammed up her cunt not a minute ago, unloading into her. But somehow she couldn’t feel bad. She wasn’t hiding behind a pillar this time, and crying her eyes out while it dripped out from behind her. She was... like, she was the one who wanted it this time. It made a difference or something.

And Scootaloo was still here. He didn’t just fly off—well... okay granted she kind of had him technically trapped up here, but he sat with her on the bed, and just had this huge smile on his face, and nuzzled into her chest and it was... it was really freaking adorable.

The two of them had been getting closer, ever since Rainbow Dash unofficially adopted the filly as her sister, and... Rainbow really thought today was going to be the day that they went to being more than sisters. But... well, they totally did it, just not in a way Dash had expected. She wasn’t even sure if... she was pretty sure this was all a really terrible idea, but somehow it was okay, even if he was a colt. Laying there together on her own cloud bed, Scootaloo being there and watching with fascination as Rainbow Dash played with herself down there, that had to make up for any sort of terribleness about getting him to fuck her.

Her uneasy hesitation slipped away even further, when Scootaloo reached out his little orange hoof and started playing with her himself. She didn’t know what to say, he was just... doing what she’d been doing, messing with herself. Rainbow tried to deal with the fact that the filly she really liked was a boy, and Scootaloo...

“Heh, you... like that, don’t ya?” Rainbow said nervously, as Scootaloo explored her filly parts.

“I really...did a lot in there,” he said distantly. “You like that, right Dash?”

“Yeah, I don’t—” she paused to actually think about her words for once. “I don’t usually,” she said carefully. “But uh... yeah I feel really... good right now.”

“Sweetie says it makes her all tingly inside,” Scootaloo offered, the soft frog of his hoof not any different than when a filly did that, but Dash was full of his weird... stuff right now, so it was a lot different. He could spread it around down there, and it really did feel kind of tingly.

“She’s your fillyfriend, right?” Dash said, blushing at the feel of somepony besides her touching her filly flower. “She’s gonna love whatever you do, I bet.”

“So... you don’t?” Scootaloo said insecurely, turning and looking at Rainbow with worried eyes.

Dash’s own eyes softened and she said, “I feel it, kid. Big time. You uh... I really liked that. I bet she feels just the same way. I uh, didn’t know you could get that copper thing in Ponyville, but if she’s got it then I think it’s awesome if you and her are... I’m really sorry.”

“Huh?” Scootaloo said, again turning from her petals to look at her questioningly.

“What we did, it wasn’t... I mean, I won’t tell Sweetie. Don’t worry,” Dash said, biting her lower lip, and putting an apologetic hoof on Scootaloo’s shoulder. She was starting to think that maybe she really fucked up here. “I just kind of messed up,” she admitted, “I don’t want to mess up you and her or anything, I mean.”

“Why would I be worried though?” Scootaloo asked uncertainly. “You can tell her if you want, just... don’t embarass me too much, okay?”

“You really want your fillyfriend coming after you, because you did it with me?” Dash asked the colt in puzzlement. “You don’t even care if she gets upset? This is Sweetie Belle, right? You want to see that filly upset?”

“What? No!” Scootaloo said aghast. “Why would she get upset? You let me do it in the end, so it wasn’t bad. I mean maybe she’d be upset if I had to like... if you didn’t like me. But it’s okay, you did in the end!”

“And what about when she finds out you have the hots for me?” Dash asked him harshly. “She’s just gonna be like: ‘That’s okay, I don’t mind?’”

“N-no I guess not...” Scootaloo admitted unhappily. Dash sighed. What was she even thinking, messing with this poor kid’s relationship?

“She was more like, ‘Well duh,’” Scootaloo continued. “I mean it’s kinda obvious I like you Rainbow Dash. Like, like like. Sweetie wasn’t just okay with it. She said you’d totally be up for it, and I told her I would ask, but I was just kind of... too shy.

“And you just took me like that!” Scootaloo went on with passion. “It was like a dream come true! Y-you showed me all the things to pleasure a filly, and... and we’re here, in your house, and you’re the filly. Mare, I mean. You’re... I guess you knew all along, so thanks for finally n-noticing me.”

Dash looked at him a bit blankly. “Your fillyfriend knows about this?” she asked in confusion.

“What? No!” Scootaloo said even more confusingly. He clarified though, saying, “She thinks I’m just meeting you behind the old barn, and... and maybe doing something. I can’t wait to tell her how good it really went!”

Dash shook her head incredulously, saying, “I... guess if she doesn’t have a problem with it, I mean go ahead if you’re really sure she’ll be okay with this. I don’t know that filly very well, but I’m starting to think maybe I should.”

“Why would she have a problem though?” Scootaloo asked innocently.

“With you bucking another filly?” Dash said. “Well obviously it’s... I mean I don’t exactly know why but... I guess she’d be worried you wouldn’t have enough stuff in you to do her, after I got done with ya?”

“Oh,” Scootaloo said, looking down a bit mutedly. “Yeah, we were kind of having that problem with Apple Bloom.”

“And not me?” Dash asked, feeling oddly self conscious at that.

“Of course not,” Scootaloo said confidently. “You’re Rainbow Dash! I bet you can get tons of colts, whenever you want! I–I mean, or fillies if that’s what you like. But Apple Bloom didn’t have any other colts, so I had to be the colt for both of them this estrus. It was getting kind of... exhausting.”

Rainbow tried to hold back a snort.

“But it’s great now,” Scootaloo said confidently. “We found a colt for Apple Bloom in Twilight Time and she’s gonna corner him any day now.

“Uh,” Dash said with some reservations about that.

“Yeah I know, but it’ll be great,” Scootaloo said. “Colts are kind of... you know, wishy-washy. It’s hard to really get how much fillies need it, and especially Apple Bloom. When she didn’t stalk colts, they’d just run away when all she said was she wanted to consume their man-meat or something. So she’s not stalking him, she’s just being careful. He’s gotta see how much she needs it. Plus he kinda...”

Scootaloo lowered his voice to a whisper, “He kinda doesn’t know yet, about the filly thing. Apple Bloom is just dying to see the look on his face! Heck I am too. It’d be hilarious if he didn’t know about a filly’s inside place!”

Rainbow had to snicker. “Y’know, that would be an awfully good prank, and it’d be a once in a lifetime sort of thing. If only it didn’t have so many consequences to it.”

“Consequences?” Scootaloo asked. “Like what?”

“Well, like... oh right, she has a contraceptive doesn’t she?” Dash puzzled a bit. “I was gonna say if he had a fillyfriend already, but then he’d already know all about fillies and doing them. So, I guess... none?”

“Yay!” Scootaloo said joyfully. Rainbow wasn’t so sure though. Something about this topic was bothering her, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it.

But she can’t force him, understand?” Dash gave Scoots a serious look and said, “He has to want it. If she tries to hurt him or threaten him, if he won’t do it, I don’t care how bad her estrus is, it will mess him up so she can’t force him. And she has to really like him. She can’t just pick a colt she doesn’t care about.”

“S-she knows him pretty well,” Scootaloo said nervously, nose-to-nose with Rainbow Dash. “He’s one of the other foals Twilig—the librarian in Ponyville has been giving us lessons in... cutie mark stuff. They were working pretty good together, so Sweetie had the idea they could get together, and this colt doesn’t have any sort of other fillies going after him, which is perfect.”

“He’s uh... like me,” Scootaloo said, glancing sideways. “Doesn’t even care about it though. I think he likes being mistaken for a filly. He’s kind of quiet in general though, except when he and Apple Bloom are working on their project. And... on stuff.”

“More of you colt/fillies?” Rainbow asked in astonishment. “What the heck is in the water in Ponyville?”

“It’s not that uncommon!” Scootaloo protested. “There’s only two that I know I mean, counting me and... and it’s not that I look like a filly. It’s that ponies think colts can only look weird and ugly!”

Rainbow’s ears shrank down at that.

“Colts look just as pretty as fillies sometimes,” Scootaloo asserted hotly, “And they aren’t all just dumb jerks. Some are really smart, and they’re just as good as any mare!”

“Yeah... you’re right,” Dash admitted. “I just... never really thought about it that way. Guess maybe I gotta uh, rethink some things.”

“Uh, okay, g-good.” Scootaloo said, uncertain of the emotional state of his friend and mentor. Dash just lay back, not bothering to clarify it all that much. Scootaloo came to lay against her, looking up at her for a while, worriedly, then fondly. Then, he put his hoof down, and started messing with her filly parts again.

It was so freaking ticklish, Dash just had to giggle. “Hey, cut it out, squirt!” she said teasingly. “Am I that irresistable?”

“Oh, sorry. I can’t do you more?” Scootaloo asked disappointedly. Dash gave him a long look.

“S-sure you can,” she said hardly daring to hope. “Just, not so light! You gotta be assertive when you’re with a filly. If you just barely tickle her it’s no fun at all. Really get your pad into it!”

Scootaloo nodded eagerly, and looked at his hoof, then put it against her more strongly. Dash felt the pressure on her groin, and the wet slip of her nether lips underneath his frog, or she wouldn’t have believed a colt was trying to clop her off. “Sweetie likes it soft sometimes,” he mentioned quietly, “But like, right after she orgasmed. Apple Bloom just goes right for it, but Sweetie uh... I mean I don’t mind I’m just... still trying to figure it out...”

“Pull on my—next to my lips, to pull them apart,” Dash suggested with a tense huff. Scootaloo did so, and then without prompting he traced his hoof on her exposed inner vulva just so exquisitely. His pad came down firmly then, his flat hoof pushing into her spread lips, squishing into her underparts.

“That’s... good...” she sighed happily. He started stroking her he... he watched Rainbow’s eyes while he stroked her, and whenever she started to tense up he’d slow down, and when she relaxed he’d speed up. He was finding just the perfect rhythm to slide his hoof on her sloppy messy—jeez, his own jism was all over his hoof! Colts didn’t do that! They didn’t... they don’t stay with you! Dash was so confused as she started to quiver, her well worked clit practically orgasming itself, as she compulsively winked it up against Scootaloo’s hoof. Dash couldn’t believe a boy knew how to send her over with just his hoof. It wasn’t rocket science, but... but nopony ever even bothered to when she asked the jerks who were... she asked the colts who were jerks, because that’s the only kind of colt Dash even really thought about. She was so freaking... stupid.....!

She coughed out a “Yes!” her voice breaking as her groin arched up, practically throwing Scootaloo off the bed. She was so freaking aroused, that her hot clutches were practically squelching and—and that was ‘cause she still had his jizz in her! Dash couldn’t stop rippling on that inner jism, dribbling out of her as she did so. Scootaloo let that happen and he smeared it around. Dash just huffed and curled her hooves and felt it, and felt like she was on top of the world. His hoof was smearing her spasming groin in his own seed, all gross and all over her down there.

She wasn’t literally on top of the world though, not until later, when in the quivering jitters of her post-orgasm, Scootaloo started to go down on Rainbow Dash. Dash couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her estrusy filly parts were all drippy and smelly, and completely full of the kid’s cum! There was no way he would—yet he was! She didn’t even dare to move, just breathing heavily, braced on the clouds, staring down at herself, trying to comprehend that this colt was slobbering all over her fleshy petals to lick up his own jism. He was laying—his lower torso was lying sideways, where his dick... it wasn’t even erect. He was spent! But it was still outside of him, and laying there, like a statement about how he felt about her. He wasn’t using the darn thing! He was slurping up his own

Dash was so tense she was practically hovering over the bed at this point. She couldn’t stop squeezing—it was putting more of it into his mouth! He was sticking his tongue in there! In there where he filled her with gross boy goo! Why was he—when did he— she just squealed senselessly, cumming her brains out, while Scootaloo hung on for the life of him, dangling there and driving his muzzle dedicatedly into her tumultuous nethers. He knew how to lick—how did he know? Rainbow Dash could only jerk and pulse and yelp wetly, for her biggest by a million billion light years fan.

Rainbow Dash would come to understand one day, that it was personality that really turned her on, not gender or ability. She would try and become disgusted with colts again, then find a colt who really understood her and experience mind blowing orgasms, and then it wouldn’t work out, and she’d get disgusted with colts again, and she’d find a filly who really understood her, and once again could get her over the moon just from the thought of her friend going down on her with the Mega Orgasmator 9000 rumbling away in there. And then Dash would start to understand. A caring personality gave you that ineffable something that made you utterly irresistably sexy. And it meant you were open minded enough to learn what she needed, to do that weird stuff that her body demanded for satisfaction, that a one night fly boy grunting on top of her couldn’t achieve.

Then there would be that incredible threesome, well foursome after Cloudchaser barged in on them, and then that thing with the cyborg wombats—that last one was a genuine crisis not a sex technique—and then Dash would understand how her body worked, and why Scootaloo made her feel so incredibly loved, to the point she couldn’t even squeak out his name with what he was doing to her.

But not today. She couldn’t understand anything now, other than that feeling. She didn’t even notice when Scootaloo finally slipped, and tumbled to the floor. She just drifted in a daze, as reality slowly reasserted itself. She felt like she was floating. She was uh... hovering outside her window? When did she get out here? And what was her tail caught on? Dash opened her eyes and looked around in confusion, while Scootaloo, her tail securely in his mouth, carefully towed her back in through the window, back into the sex soaked smell of her own bedroom. Rainbow flipped upright and landed, and even her hooves clopping on the cloudcrete felt ridiculously sensitive.

“Sorry, squirt I...” she said, in a dissociated bemusement.

“I know Dash, it’s okay,” Scootaloo said, nuzzling her side. “That means you really liked it. Sweetie does too, but she doesn’t have to worry about literally flying out the window.” He looked up with some concern and said, “You are okay, right?”

“Sweetie,” Rainbow Dash mouthed silently, then she looked at Scootaloo in a new understanding, saying, “Sweetie Belle taught you how to lick a filly.”

“Yeah, she’s better at it though, but I totally am going to catch up,” Scootaloo said happily. “It’s easy after I orgasm. I can just lick and lick without having to stop until she...” he paused and said a little quieter and shyer, “Until you orgasm....”

“But you–your jizz you...” Dash couldn’t even imagine it. “You mean that cute little Sweetie Belle stuck her butt up, and you went and mounted her and jizzed in it, and then with your jizz all over her butt, you kept licking her until she was going again?”

“Well, I can’t exactly not make it,” Scootaloo said in a bit of a dissatisfied tone. “When we started, I didn’t even make any, and could just orgasm in her without getting a drop of goop in her. Her bottom was as clean as um... it was just a normal bottom. It was... it was terrible, because that stuff just started coming out of me, even when I tried not to, and then my stuff made her pregnant and... well... once we took care of the foal problem, it’s actually lots of fun to make that stuff. When I pulled out before, her butt was just normal, but now when I do it–it’s like, full of me and all gooey. I’m not just jerking around in there; I’m like, filling her up. And she just loves it when she gets to orgasm with that stuff inside her. It makes it like, squishier or something.”

“Yeah, it... it really does,” Rainbow said in a note of realization herself.

“So... she taught me how to lick her after,” Scootaloo said hesitantly. “And plus it cleans her up, on the outside at least. She doesn’t like me licking my stuff from inside her ‘cause reasons I dunno. But Apple Bloom totally does. I... I did good, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” Dash said, focusing on him at last. “Scoots, you... know most colts won’t even touch their stuff. You were licking my... I mean it wasn’t just my juices down there. It doesn’t taste good, does it?”

“Oh, no it doesn’t,” Scootaloo said complacantly. “It’s pretty neutral actually. It’s like snot uh... no offense or anything. It’s just what Twilight said. It’s a... protein soup or something.” He gave a happy sigh and said, “But just knowing I did it in a filly, every time I find another bit of it left on her, or in her. It’s just so cool how I went and put it in there. I can find all the places I touched her with it. Just...thinking about it inside you Rainbow Dash,” he blushed heavily. “It’s just...a fuzzy inside sorta feeling. I... I’m really glad you let me put it in and... and let me lick you.”

Dash just shook her head and smiled at him. “Care to give it another shot?” she asked, with a suggestive hip wiggle.

“Again?” he said in surprise. “You’re not tired?”

Rainbow paused, then smirked. “I’m a mare, squirt,” she said turning her sopping hindquarters his way. “I got a bit more sex drive than some little filly. You can lick me all you want. You really think you got what it takes to make me climax again?”

Scootaloo stood smartly and said, “I’ll try my best, Rainbow Dash!”

The corner of Dash’s mouth twitched. “Just, don’t keep at it if you get tired,” she said. “Now come on, see how much of that tongue you can get in me.”

Soon Dash was half lidded and panting again, with the rising tingles of her well worked cunt. His cunnilingus stopped enough for him to say, “Oh Dash, you’re so beautiful~”

“N-nice hview back there... huh...” she said between breaths.

“Your hips are so firm,” Scootaloo moaned. “And you’re so soft, and your cutie mark is so bright. You’re just perfect, Rainbow Dash!”

“Well don’t just stand there,” Rainbow said teasingly. “Get licking that perfect ass of mine.”

“I um...”

“Tired already?” Rainbow asked feeling a bit disappointed. “It’s okay squirt, I can take care of myself.”

“No, that’s not... it,” he said in an odd tone. Rainbow Dash turned around to look at him in puzzlement, only to find that Scootaloo lying belly up looking at her with trepidation. And between his legs, his shaft wasn’t so floppy anymore. He was freaking... no freaking way...

“It got hard again...” he whimpered. “I c-can’t mount you because you’re too tall. But um... can I still be... in there again?”

“How about I mount you?” Rainbow said, smouldering at the sight of this colt like this. She straddled him without a word, Scootaloo entirely beneath her, his turgid shaft almost high enough to reach her if she stood straight, almost. “How ‘bout I do you?” Dash sort of repeated, crouching enough to smear her juices on his dick. “You can’t stop me now,” she teased rhetorically. “I can put you deep up in there, and there’s nothing you c-can do to...tooo...” she struggled to get him inside, finally slamming her hips triumphantly against Scootaloo’s smaller ones as he cried out in shock. “Nothing you can do about it,” Dash repeated, letting her hot passage clench around him in there. Rainbow was hunched over him. They were pelvis to pelvis. That little colt, that little colt was inside her.

Scoots stared up at her, and seemed to come to a realization. He whispered something under his breath, and Dash hardly noticed for how softly he said it.

“What was that?” she asked the nervous colt.

Scootaloo whispered not very much louder, and in a very unconvincing tone,

“Don’t do it.”

“Don’t do what, squirt?” Dash teased, rocking her pelvis against where she’d trapped the colt in there. The Scootaloo.

“You’re not a-allowed to put me in you,” he said, making Dash’s eyes widen. He was trying to look brave, as his sensitized dick was gently stimulated by her moist hips. “I won’t let you do it,” he said looking at her with a seeking expression. “You don’t have... permission.”

Rainbow was too shocked to smile at first, but her grin bordered on manic as she started humping on top of him freaking hard. “You can’t tell me what to do,” she purred hotly, at the trembling colt she was heartily fucking. “I’m gonna do it... whether you like it or not,” she said dangerously. Scootaloo didn’t answer, just put his shaky hooves on her chest, and his hips rose to meet her hot filly thrusts. “You have to jizz in me,” Rainbow said to her colt, stroking herself with him, with abandon.

They just pushed together and grunted and gasped there on the floor with Scootaloo pinned under the sex hungry mare. Rainbow was giving into her instincts big time, just thinking about that gross gooey squirty stuff. He better have more to put in her! That was the stuff she hated, and now she tried to get it into her as hard as she possibly could. She was gonna be a sloppy freaking mess! She already was!

“Da-a-ash~!” he managed to moan out creakily. “You can’t... don’t take my seed but then you just do it!”

“You’re gonna gimme it all,” Dash said greedily, heaving herself on the colt’s tool, blowing his mind. Her mind was gonna... man, all that licking. She was gonna do it! She could feel it happening in her! That fluttery crazy electric feeling that meant she s-she. “All your hot boy stuff in me,” she managed to slur out. “I won’t let you out... y’have to do it. In... meee~!”

Her last word turned into a wet gasp as her body convulsed, and her cunt convulsed harder. Her hips collapsed engulfing him, just shaking and cumming. She probably was too heavy but she didn’t caaare and she just hung over him, panting hoarsely and riding her climax, regardless of a little colt under there who could watch every rise and fall of her chest, and feel every hot contraction around him in there.

It was... saying it was perfect timing didn’t give it enough credit. Scootaloo just... went off so well. Rainbow Dash had finally eased to stillness, just breathing over him still. She barely cracked open her eyes, to see that colt in between her forehooves, his own hooves folded before his chest, looking up at her with these big liquid needy eyes.

“Mmm...mn~” he vocalized not even moving enough to open his mouth. He couldn’t stay silent though, because the moment Dash realized she had stopped squeezing around him and bucking on top of him, the moment she found herself relaxed to a perfect glorious stillness, that was when he started jerking inside her silently, all on his own.

Rainbow just... stared at him. Stared into his eyes, his eyes that knew what he was doing in her. They were such a striking violet. Scootaloo didn’t, or couldn’t, even say a word as he started to ejaculate into the silent Rainbow Dash. He breathed hard and slow while his penis flexed on its own inside her. While they stared at each other, both of them knew that behind them their groins were very busy. Dash received a hot spurt and she inhaled, then another and she exhaled and another and she inhaled, and then a spurt-ish thing, then he was just jerking inside her. And she was panting so hard.

She didn’t know colts could do it a... a second time. He barely could get three spurts into her. Scootaloo was practically empty, and he still did it to her, his dick still wanted to be in there. Because he loved her so much, because of what she meant to him... what she was doing to him. Dash... she wanted to treasure those spurts in her. They meant so much, they just seemed so precious. Something she never knew before, this little colt he gave it to her. Because... because he loved her so much.

Rainbow Dash pushed up to lift one hoof from bracing on the ground. If Scootaloo minded more punishment on his groin, he didn’t complain. Dash brought that hoof down and ruffled Scootaloo’s purple swoopy hair—short like a colt’s. “Love you too, little ...bro,” she sighed to him. They just... they just hugged each other then, side by side, until Scootaloo naturally slipped out of her, and his colthood returned to its sheath. They didn’t need to say anything more. They just talked about dumb stuff, anything that occurred to them. It was getting later anyway, and whether he was Rainbow Dash’s brother, or sister, he still had to get back to the orphanage before curfew.

Considering how exhausted Rainbow Dash was from what just happened to her, she could understand why a young colt like Scootaloo wouldn’t complain about having that nice warm bed to look forward to. Dash said she didn’t know if—after estrus and all—if they were gonna do this again, but Scootaloo said it was okay, and he just was glad he got to be with her. Like, glad to be part of her life, not necessarily in her. He said he’d remember this day for his whole life. Rainbow Dash couldn’t... she couldn’t remember a time she’d gotten fucked, that she wanted to remember that badly.

So Dash felt unusually proud and self satisfied, as she sank down happily on her cloud bed, returning from dropping Scootaloo off on the ground below. As Scootaloo buzzed his way on back to the orphanage, to get a very restful sleep before school tomorrow, Rainbow felt like she was going to drift off herself. Between her legs, the cloud fabric clung moistly to Scootaloo’s seed, still leaking out of her cerulean pelvis. If it was from before, or if it was that... second time, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter. That strange stuff oozing out of her was more comforting than she could have expected. It didn’t feel shameful. It felt... redeeming. Colt or filly, Dash had to admit that kid was really something.

She flopped on her back, wings spread, staring serenely at the roof of her little bedroom. She could still smell him in here. Be a while before she replaced her walls, given that. “And to think colts could be this awesome,” Rainbow told herself with a contented sigh, “All this time I’ve only been doing fillies. I didn’t even have to bother with any contra—”

Rainbow Dash’s face fell into utter, mortified shock.

Give her a second folks... and she gets it. Goodnight, everyone!