“S-she found out Scootaloo was a colt like... a few weeks ago, I think?” Sweetie said uncertainly. “They sort of got really close, because Rainbow Dash was in heat, and she thought Scootaloo was a filly. But then they just... kept going.”
“Scootaloo’s been... been mating with Rainbow Dash?” Twilight said aghast. “I’m so sorry, are you... you didn’t have to hide that from me Sweetie. Are you okay? I can’t believe he did something like that to you, after you were such good friends!”
“Um, no, he did it to Rainbow Dash,” Sweetie clarified. “He couldn’t do anything to me because I wasn’t there, because they did it up in her cloud house and um... on the side of the road once, but it was too quick to do much of anything.”
“No, but I mean what he did to you!” Twilight said, confused. “You can’t let colts just hurt you like that!”
“I–I don’t get it,” Sweetie said backing up a bit more. “Why would that hurt me? You mean hurt him? It kinda did hurt him a little maybe, but he’s her biggest fan! He said it was like a dream come true...”
“He told you?” Twilight said scrunching her face up in confusion.
“Yeah, because he’s really comfortable with me,” Sweetie said with a smile. “We’re such good friends. He couldn’t stop going on about all the amazing things they did! I kind of... well, there’s this place on his left wing, you see...”
“But... you’re okay with being just friends?” Twilight asked trying to wrap her head around this.
“What else would we be, besides friends?” Sweetie asked cluelessly.
“You know...” Twilight said, glancing at a (constantly) oblivious looking Derpy, then crooking her hoof, and putting the other through it meaningfully. “Intromission?” she murmured through closed teeth to Sweetie’s ear.
“I... still don’t get it. Why would we stop doing that?” Sweetie said in worried puzzlement.
Twilight blinked, saying, “Because he’s with Rainbow Dash now? Don’t you want him to stay uh, true to you? He can’t just go mating with other fillies willy nilly, can he?”
“Well, I don’t see why not,” Sweetie said firmly. “Rarity’s stories always have the mare staying true to her love, but the stallion can still mate with other ponies.”
“Rarity’s... stories?”
Sweetie blushed. “Oops, um... please don’t tell her I found them. She doesn’t know I know about the box under her bed um... sorry...”
“Sweetie,” Twilight said chidingly, “You shouldn’t read those stories, because you haven’t seen for yourself that they’re not real. The stallion can’t just—I mean, from a biological perspective he can, but it’s a real double standard! Why should Scootaloo get to do something that you can’t do?”
“So, I should start mating with other colts?” Sweetie asked in confusion.
“No I—guh, I didn’t mean...”
“Rainbow Dash is special, too!” Sweetie continued in protest, “She is like his big sister, but even better! It’s not like he’s helping any of the other fillies, except Apple Bloom... and... um, and Tootsie. Oh and—”
“How would that even happen?” Twilight interrupted in agitation. That just can’t be true, Rainbow Dash really... she really just did it with Scootaloo?” Twilight was just flamboozled by the whole concept.
“I don’t see what’s so funny about that,” Derpy said uncertainly. “Rainbow Dash has been staying in all the tents and none of the lakes are empty.”
“Just a second, Derpy,” Twilight said, pressing a hoof to her temple to try and think.
“Why would she camp in all the tents?” Sweetie asked confusedly.
“Camp, that’s it!” Twilight crowed triumphantly. “Wait... all camps?” she turned to the walleyed grey mare. “You knew about Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo too, Derpy?!”
“Oh, no I didn’t know they were flying kites,” Derpy responded clearly. “She’s been camping in everypony’s tent I mean. There are no ducks left standing!”
“H...what?” Twilight flicked an ear. “I understand, I think, but... what? She wouldn’t do that.”
“Last socks, she jumped on all dozen eggs, even the fourth top,” Derpy said.
“The entire hoofball team?” Twilight exclaimed aghast.
“Then she was the forecast today is sunny showers.”
“The entire weather patrol?” Twilight said, stunned.
“She even got in my package!” Derpy said excitedly. “She mailed her lollipop so hard it extinguished my manticore!”
“She knocked you completely out of estrus, with just her tongue,” Twilight said. “You. Derpy. You don’t even like fillies!”
“My clouds have parted!”
“When did she? How did she? You know you’ll be back in a day or so ri—”
“Eggs divided by four!”
“That’s impossible!”
“What are you two talking about?” Sweetie whined desperately.
Twilight blinked and looked down at Sweetie. “Oh, uh, sorry, Sweetie,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Derpy here has Kleinstern’s Metaphoric Syndrome, a condition whereby she has trouble thinking about direct concepts, and often slips into unusual metaphors to communicate. It’s sometimes considered a more extreme form of Thirdtensia.”
“I didn’t mean to 7 8 9,” Derpy said apologetically, to Sweetie with her ears low.
“What” Sweetie said looking back at the older mare uncomprehendingly.
“You have to think outside the box, Sweetie,” Twilight prompted her. “It’s a fascinating challenge to communicate with this mare... many ponies don’t even bother. But here’s a hint: why was six afraid of seven?”
“Because 7 8...oh,” Sweetie said, looking at Twilight in quite a bit of respect, and then Derpy in... less respect but certainly sympathy. Sweetie looked to this derpy Derpy and said, “I’m not good with riddles... so, sorry if I don’t get it, but you’re not scaring me. I was just kind of... there’s really a name for the condition?”
Derpy nodded, saying, “The sump pump is on the fritz!”
“It does go back quite a ways,” Twilight said, in deference to the gray mare. “Long as ponykind can remember, but less than 1 in every thousand ponies has KMS. There are only an armful in Ponyville, Derpy’s being the most... extreme case. But for instance, get Sea Swirl talking too much, and you’ll find yourself more lost than a...”
“Pebble on a rock farm!” Derpy offered helpfully.
“Why didn’t you come to me sooner, Derpy?” Twilight said in agitation. “She’s my friend, you know? I want to know about it right away!”
“Oh, well, she... extinguished my manticore...” Derpy mumbled bashfully. “It’s starting to roar again though so I um... my bad.”
“So, okay, this is... new,” Twilight said apart from them, as she begun pacing around the horse statue. “Rainbow Dash doesn’t so much as crash into the library in two weeks straight. Reason being, she has been for whatever reason sleeping around with every pony she can get her hooves on. Hypothesis 1: Scootaloo causes nymphomania. Counter-example, Twilight Sparkle. Hypothesis 2: Scootaloo awakened a latent nymphomania present only in Rainbow Dash. No that can’t be true either. Sweetie Belle expressed no disruption in her Scootaloo/relationship. Hypothesis 3: Ponyville has gone even more insane. Supporting evidence...”
“I think I know what you mean,” Sweetie said, cutting through Twilight’s muttering monologue. Twilight at least looked at her, if not in hope for brilliant illumination. Puffing out her chest bravely, Sweetie told the purple mare, “Scootaloo had to stop helping Apple Bloom with her estrus, since he couldn’t get both of us together. I thought he was going to do that with me, when Rainbow Dash swept him away, but it was just a one time thing.”
“Boy I’ve heard that one before,” Twilight said with a roll of her eyes. At least she wasn’t pacing and mumbling anymore though, so Sweetie Belle continued a bit irately,
“Why are you so upset?” Sweetie asked, “It’s not any different than what you did to him. I thought you were supposed to do that!”
Twilight looked at Sweetie, then blushed. “I—I suppose that was wrong too,” she said abashedly, “I didn’t think it would be so hard to say no. This estrus season is the worst we’ve had in... quite a while.”
“It’s not usually this bad?” Sweetie said in a hopeful, yet outraged tone.
“It’s not usually, no,” Twilight offered apologetically, “It’s been really hard on everypony all over Equestria this year, and for that I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Sweetie asked in surprise.
Twilight looked at her thoughtfully, then shook her head. "Aren't you worried?” Twilight said instead, “He said it was just a one time thing, but you know how much Scootaloo loves Rainbow Dash. It isn’t like he’d ever do me again, but if Dash lets him under her tail...”
“It wasn’t a one time thing, but I’m not worried at all,” Sweetie explained calmly, “Because I’m much better at it than Rainbow Dash.”
Twilight looked at the little white filly, and then at Derpy in incredulity, then slapped her hooves over her muzzle trying not to laugh, but still going, “Pffffffffttt,” in a way that probably made Sweetie Belle feel like she was the butt of a very bad joke.
Once Twilight could stop laughing into her pasterns, she said with a meaningful look at little Sweetie Belle there, “Of course, the darling of the Belles would already be better than a grown mare, especially Rainbow Dash...”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sweetie said irately, “But it sounds like you’re making fun of me. So stop it. You’re a big pony; you don’t get to do that to little fillies.”
Twilight took a deep breath, and let out a big sigh. “You’re right Sweetie,” Twilight said to her. “I don’t mean to take advantage of your um... innocence...hehheh... right. So uh... you’re really good at making Scootaloo feel pff... really good...”
Sweetie was blushing hotly by now, and sat on her haunches saying, “N-not... really! I mean, I just ask him what he likes. I mean... I’m not that great. It’s more like Rainbow Dash was really... he had a bad experience.”
“Oh? Really...” Twilight said in a subtly intrigued tone. “Scootaloo, is a colt, got in the sack with Rainbow Dash, and ...had a bad time? What, did he have too high of expectations?”
“No, she did lots better than he expected,” Sweetie explained. “You’d have to ask him to get the specifics. But she went way too fast for him!”
Twilight tried not to laugh, but then Sweetie said, “She finished him off in about ten seconds flat!” and it was all over for that unicorn’s funny bone.
After Twilight got done rolling around with laughing politely, she managed ot explain clearly why it was so funny. Sweetie didn’t laugh though, since it wasn’t a joke anymore, but just shook her head. “It really was that second time,” Sweetie said. “The first time he really, really enjoyed. They were doing it almost all night, he said. And they decided not to do it again I guess...for... some reason. But the second time...”
Sweetie sighed worriedly. “The second time just left him so totally drained. She didn’t even ask she just practically jumped on him, and um... did the filly thing on top of him, until he filled her up. But then she made fun of him!”
Any snickers Twilight might have had died at that. Her ears were perked straight while Sweetie Belle continued saying, “She told him he wasn’t as good as the other stallions, and um... that it didn’t work or something, and then she just flew away and started doing another stallion off on a cloud.”
“Which stallion?” Twilight asked in a tense voice.
“I don’t know,” Sweetie mumbled. “You’d have to ask Scootaloo. He was just on the road by himself when she got him. I found him later but...
“He was really... tired,” Sweetie concluded finally. “He couldn’t even really feel... sad, because he did get to finish in her, and that always makes him happy, but he still felt sad and kind of out of it too.”
“Out of it?” Twilight said in honest concern.
“I don’t know,” Sweetie blushed. “He was fine after a while. He couldn’t remember what she said to him though, only the penis thing. I mean, mating really does that when it’s really good. But he said it was just kind of fast and ...weird feeling. I don’t know, don’t ask me. I–I could try to find Scootaloo if you need um... I think he’s... doing deliveries?”
“Might be a good idea to track him down...” Twilight said in a darkly suspicious tone. “This isn’t like Dash at all. I think... we might have a problem here.”
“The plot thickens!” Derpy agreed in a no-nonsense, if squeaky, tone.
Meanwhile—no wait—not meanwhile. About a week ago, Rainbow Dash was having an awesome day.
Rainbow Dash was having an awesome day.
Rainbow Dash was having an awesome day, an awesome week, and an awesome whole life! She had been kind of creeped out by that store guy, but it’s abortion right? Of course it’s gonna be creepy. Dash was lucky she hadn’t run into some creepy old gryphon instead, bald with mange and a poorly fitting glass eye. The less creepy store pony gave Rainbow Dash a... dildo. Not even a good dildo, but like a big dumb hunk of tannish stone. It was more like a statue than a dildo, but it totally was a statue of a penis. Rainbow Dash specifically told him she wanted an abortion, not another sex aid. Well, maybe she didn’t tell him in so many words but she heavily implied it, even if she was too scared to talk about it directly. Not that she was scared! But he got the gist.
That wasn’t the awesome part. The thing is, he did give her an abortion thing! He gave her a magic dildo. It wasn’t a sex aid; you didn’t have to stick it up your junk. You just put it by your bed before you went to sleep, and when you woke up, no more foal problems!
Dash couldn’t believe she did that with Scootaloo. That poor kid thought way too highly of her. He didn’t know the truth. He certainly didn’t realize how much of an idiot she could be. And now Dash could breathe a sigh of relief because thanks to this magic thingy, he didn’t have to know.
Rainbow Dash would do anything to avoid seeing that brilliant light dying in Scootaloo’s eyes, as he realized his idol was just another stupid mare who went and ruined her career by lifting her tail. He’d blame himself; Rainbow knew Scootaloo would, a thousand times before he ever blamed her for getting herself fat with his foal. And she simply could not allow that to happen.
IUD schmIUD. Those things didn’t even help after somepony already came inside you. Dash was almost 100% sure that’s how it worked. She found something even better, thanks to her reliable source of pleasure tools. The Happy something or another a bunch of feelgood types who were just really, really good at making you feel good.
So per the instructions, Rainbow Dash left the dildo... statue thing on her cloud table, before going on a nice long cloud nap that cloud night. It actually wasn’t all that great a nap though, because Dash woke up in the middle of the night and the thing was freaking glowing. She couldn’t find a button to turn it off, but the more she fiddled with it the more Rainbow started to realize she was getting really freaking horny. So she put down the statue and masturbated, no not with the dildo statue. Rainbow wasn’t that dumb! She just put her hoof down there and did herself. It wasn’t anything special, yet it seemed like she was squeaking into her pillow in no time at all.
That seemed to do it. The light on the statue went out, and Dash went back to sleep. The next day she woke up feeling great! Well, great as far as estrus is concerned. There wasn’t even a bit of that worrying calm left in Rainbow Dash, that had been plaguing her since Scootaloo went and came inside her. Dash felt hot, sweaty and terrible and that was great, because feeling good during estrus means there’s a foal in your belly.
It was a warning of the very real possibility that her days as a racer were numbered before they began. When you started feeling less like fucking and more like nesting, it was pretty obvious what the rest of your days were going to be stuck doing. Nesting. But today Rainbow Dash woke up horny as hell, like it was her very first estrus all over again. Nothing the old Governator couldn’t handle. Pretty soon, she was her usual sleekly svelte and slim self, shaking and gasping as the dildo thrashed inside her, doing its job in spades.
Dash wasn’t sure why, but she couldn’t even stop looking at her own reflection in her hall mirror. She looked awesomer than awesome somehow, just the kind of mare you’d want to be with hard and fast. She spread her small but powerful wings, and wiggled her un-pregnant juicy ass in the mirror, growling out hotly, “Yeah, I’d hit me.” She only left in the end because she was worried about being late for work. Wouldn’t want anypony to suspect she’d been getting a free pass out of the prison of pregnancy, after all.
Rainbow felt even sexier at work, because the other ponies just couldn’t stop looking at her. “See something you like?” she’d say slyly to a starstruck looking Thunderlane, just stretching her thigh out teasingly in his direction, and he’d blush furiously, and look the other way, and make up some excuse. But Dash knew he thought she was irresistable. She wasn’t gonna make a stallion mistake anymore though.
No instead she went off giggling with Cloud Chaser, that scatterhaired pegasus who really knew how to make Rainbow Dash squeal. Dash wasn’t the only one squealing out in ecstasy though, a few clouds away from the lunch pasture. She felt just insatiable and couldn’t get enough of making that cute purple pegasus orgasm, more enamored of those soft folds between her friend’s legs than Rainbow had ever felt before. Rainbow Dash was punch drunk, and Cloud Chaser’s fertile nectar was the wine.
What was the real surprise was when Blossomforth approached her. Blossom had kind of a dumb voice, but anypony who heard Dash try to sing would agree she had no right to complain. It was really so cute how the colorful Blossomforth couldn’t resist fluttering up to Rainbow Dash, and stammering out that she’d been thinking about her all day.
“I-I-I don’t know what it is, but Rainbow Dash, b-but I never had the guts to tell you before I-I know what you d-do with the o-other fillies a-and I just always w-wanted to tell you I wanted to w-wanted to...”
“Chill, Blossomforth,” Rainbow said, putting a very sensuous arm around above the pegasus’s wings. “You’re a brave pony for telling me how you feel, and I kinda like you too. Nothing wrong with two fillies liking each other, you know. Have you ever you know, done it with another filly?”
“I n...” was all Blossomforth could say, covering her face with her forehooves and blushing. “C-can we...” she mumbled through those hooves.
“C’mon, let’s go,” Dash said to her kindly. “We can find a nice quiet place, and I’ll show ya how.”
And so they did. It was so totally spontaneous, and so totally exciting. Blossom had had stallions lick her before, but never on her back, with her frightened eyes looking down her torso at Dash’s confident and incensed attentions. “Ohh you know—” Blossom gasped out as Dash stroked her moist lip on the mare’s clit, and then, “How are you—” when Dash did the old tongue swirl, tugging Blossomforth’s passage this way and that as she quivered under Rainbow Dash’s attention.
Beyond that Blossom only gave sweet, hot cries of passion, her left leg kicking out as she succumbed to orgasm. Dash slid beside her when she did, just gently teasing the zonked out mare’s wing to spread over Dash’s belly. Craning her head down, Dash started teasing the pegasus’s wings with soft kisses and licks, before Blossom had even come out of the orgasm. It wasn’t long before Blossom was face down in the clouds, both wings out and quivering as she squeaked her way to another orgasm.
When Blossom unscrunched her eyes and started to come out of it, Rainbow made sure Blossomforth would find herself laying gently on the moist cloud, with her muzzle resting firmly on Rainbow Dash’s spread groin. Upon realizing what her mouth was touching, Blossomforth squawked and tried to pull back, and Rainbow just lay there lazily looking at her saying,
“Aww, I don’t feel that bad do I? C’mon you gotta help me out too. You wanna show me some of the things I just showed you?”
“I want...” Blossom trembled, “I want...” and then she got such a look of engrossed lust just staring at Dash’s groin. She licked her lips, and just about pounced on Dash. The mare was so grateful for Rainbow Dash loosening her up like this, that she couldn’t get enough of her clumsy attempt to duplicate Dash’s hard earned skill. Rainbow Dash didn’t care, she was going to orgasm just from the adorableness alone.
“Don’t lick the button so much, okay now lick it a lot, use your lips to spread mine, really kiss me down there, c’mon just lick inside there, see how far you can get in me,” were the sorts of things Dash murmured to her. Blossomforth was so enthusiastic though, that it wasn’t long before Dash wasn’t murmuring but rather squeaking herself, bucking against the hungry pony’s slurps and smacks. Her inner fluttering turned to a strong regular pulsing of incredible and awesome and she shouted, “You did it, Blossomforth! You’re doing it! I’m gonna...ahh!”
Blossom didn’t keep going like she should have, just pulled back at the strong motions in Rainbow Dash’s hips. Dash just leaned up stretching a hoof out toward her shakily, unable to stop this full body orgasmic experience as she writhed beneath Blossomforth. Her new friend had never seen a mare orgasm before, and now she couldn’t get enough of watching Rainbow Dash do it. Dash felt like she was the most incredible thing Blossomforth had ever seen!
So between that and...that thing at Sugarcube corner, Dash got hella laid today. Dash was trying to find something that looked appetizing, besides Mrs. Cake’s ass, but the mare wasn’t making it easy. “C’mon, Rainbow Dash,” Mrs. Cake had said in a bit of a tipsy voice. “You don’t think a married pony can take everything you got to give? We could go in the back dearie, and do such things together.”
“What about Mr. Cake?” Rainbow asked nervously, as the horny older mare had her hoof around the fluttery pegasus.
“Let him watch,” Mrs. Cake whispered just about inches away from Rainbow’s muzzle. There was no way Dash could not kiss that. She tasted better than cupcakes. They just staggered back then, nopony in the bakery outside of Mrs. Cake and a surprisingly eager to see this Mr. Cake. Pinkie was out doing estrus things, probably terrorizing some stallion with her freaky ability to be where you don’t expect her to be, so that let Dash put on a show for the stallion, winking at him and waving her tail while she drove his wife to heights of passion rarely seen outside of estrus season. Earth ponies were powerful, and good gravy did they clamp down on you when you stuck your tongue in them. Mrs. Cake’s bun came undone, and Dash wouldn’t let her fall over, pursuing her all the way to the ground as the slightly pudgy baker pony bawled out in mindless orgasm.
With her ass in the air like that, it was no wonder Mr. Cake mounted up on Rainbow Dash. “Hey, what’re you doing?” Dash said in alarm, as he gripped her haunches, his erect penis slapping her belly underneath her.
“Oh honey-bun...” he said in a voice ignited with passion. “You did it to her, you you mare you made her the most beautiful pony in the...”
“W-w-ai...” Dash started to say, kind of scared because she wasn’t sure if she could escape his grip, but she just stopped protesting and gritted her teeth in pleasure as her achingly empty cunt was swollen up with his shaft inch by inch. “A-ahhh...” Dash sighed. “You can’t... can’t do this you... gonna... oh thunders mister, you’re just gonna—ah!”
Dash didn’t even try to escape. She just shuddered in pleasure as this stallion pistoned in and out of her. She didn’t care who he was at this point, or that his wife was right there. She just wanted it and wanted it. It was like he was yanking her insides apart, stretching Dash to her limits and making her cry out in tense passion.
“I can’t” she said, fearing another pregnancy. She looked up to see a shocked and aroused Mrs. Cake just looking at her so worriedly. “Please...” she begged, never wanting this stallion to come out of her, but she still begged, and Mrs. Cake heard, and listened.
“Hold it right there, sugar bear!” Mrs. Cake said, slamming a hoof on Mr. Cake’s rippling hips. He struggled to push into Rainbow Dash more, whimpering and looking at Mrs. Cake in a... well Rainbow couldn’t really see from her perspective getting literally mounted and fucked her. All she knew is he wasn’t supposed to, and her whole point was not to get pregnant, and she wanted him to start thrusting again!
“Don’t you have somepony else you’d rather do that too?” Mrs. Cake said in a more gentle purr, lifting up her tail and letting her own well worked mare parts do the talking. Rainbow felt him shiver from his hooves to his ...other hooves holding onto her. Then Dash gave a hoarse cry as he just yanked out of her, and let her slump to the ground, barely cognizent of him stumbling over to Mrs. Cake, mounting up on her and slamming his cock into the home she made for it.
“Mare...” Dash moaned, “I wanna do stallions, but I don’t wanna get pregnant!”
The couple didn’t seem to hear her anymore, just calling out at each other and begging for more. It was beautiful to watch, but... it wasn’t Scootaloo ejaculating inside her. Rainbow just felt a strange loss at the thought of that. She was so freaking horny though, she just had to crouch there rubbing one out while she watched the Cakes making babies together. Dash felt way better after she orgasmed though, tightening up and crawling to her hooves.
“Sorry ‘bout that weird uh... stuff,” she said to the post-orgasmic couple cuddled in each other’s hooves.
The only response she got was a light snore. “So I’ll just uh... yeah...” and Dash wandered out after that. It was definitely a thing that happened, and it kind of showed Dash how it hurts a lot more to get fucked by a large stallion than that cute little fan of hers. And she wasn’t even talking about a hymen or anything. That stallion had been freaking huge! Rainbow Dash didn’t like to admit she had a petite figure, but big ponies didn’t make good racers and stunt work just got them hurt, so it really was an advantage for her.
Maybe...not an advantage fucking stallions twice her size, but even though it was a sore and scary experience, Rainbow couldn’t help but feel herself hungering for more. That thing had, wow, just went and blam, and she was still having a hard time flying straight.
Dash’s second night wasn’t as restful, but sure was a lot funner. The statue’s light would keep coming on is the thing. Whenever the light hit her, it made Dash hoof herself again. It just got to be a visceral reaction to the thing lighting up, but hey free orgasms right? If this was how you aborted a foal, then Rainbow Dash had no problem with that whatsoever. Despite waking up or, sort of waking up just enough to fiddle your button into delicious inner squeezing, Dash woke fully at sunrise the next morning feeling absolutely refreshed. It was obviously clear the thing had gotten rid of her foal, because she felt great, and she felt totally horny. There wasn’t any fertilized egg in there putting out eggy things that stopped the estrus anymore. Dash was a mare once more, and she proved it to herself like three times.
The third time, Rainbow Dash was sweating and squatting over the pulsating tool that she’d intended to give Scootaloo. She’d been all ready to shove it inside a filly, and it turns out he couldn’t even use it, because he’s a colt! It was alllll hers now. Her wings spread out and she started bucking on top of it as the pulser did its work and made Dash grip its smooth lush surface delightfully over and over again. She stopped hollering from the sheer ecstasy of it. She felt like her whole body was a cunt, practically. This was one wicked estrus season, alright!
And then it occurred to her, if she kept this statue dildo thing around... she could fuck stallions, all she wanted, more and more. A gleam in the corner of her eye showed the statue beginning to light up again—
Aaaand it was about then that Dash noticed she was late for work. Like, an hour late.
“Buck!” Rainbow Dash blasted through breakfast, “buckbuckbuck!” and dove out her window, zooming over to where they were separating the fluffy clouds from the lumpy clouds. “Buuuuuuuuck”
“Rainbow!” the older foremare immediately said to Rainbow harshly. “It’s about time! We’re behind enough as-is with the rain schedule.”
“Hey, I was just taking care of my estrus,” Rainbow said lazily. “You know, sitting on a nice hard fake penis? That’s a thing we mares gotta do now. It’s just natural!”
“Oh... my!” the foremare said aghast. “That is certainly not a work appropriate discussion! Estrus or no estrus, we are not going to have a drought this summer, not on my watch!”
“Yeah, sure thing,” Dash said distractedly. “But y’know...” then she got a neat idea. She went up all close to the foremare. Dash wasn’t usually into older mares, but something about this one’s thinner skin and greying tail hairs was just hot as all heck. The closer she got, the more Rainbow Dash wanted her. “You’re right,” Dash said skillfully. “It totally isn’t work appropriate discussion. You wanna maybe... discuss it after work, in private?”
“O-oh m-my...” the foremare said, her gruff candor completely falling before Dash’s suave charm. “Yes, after work...” she murmured. “My place...”
The mare might have been old enough to be Rainbow Dash’s mom, but Dash was still the one being called mommy by the end of that evening. And kinda into the night too. Dash just couldn’t get enough of this mare, kissing her all over, inhaling the scent of her neck, and pressing their naked bellies together. Ponies don’t make a big thing about wearing clothing, but Rainbow Dash’s every nerve was on end, so even the smooth touch of fur on fur just reminded her of how close they were to mashing cunts together.
Dash loved cunt mashing.
The foremare kind of passed out then, so Dash just had to kind of awkwardly separate from the exhausted mare and take her leave. Rainbow couldn’t get over how hot that had been though. Just going to that mare’s house; they weren’t even on a last name basis. Just jumping on her, and sticking her tongue down her throat, and getting that glorious satisfaction of a mutual orgasm. Not just from the tongue, but y’know, bottom touching stuff.
Rainbow Dash actually fucked Scootaloo that day, too! She got done with work, and the foremare, and it just seemed like every pony thought she was the sexiest thing to walk the earth. It was so easy now that stallions were safe. Rainbow Dash could just raise her tail practically, and the nearest stallion, or mare, would hop on and go to town on her. She didn’t remember which stallion it was who ejaculated in her first after Scootaloo, but she did remember the feeling of it. Her gasps and grateful cries as she fought to thrust him in her even as his big, wide dick started spraying her insides with seed. It felt incredible! Dash’s eyes were rolling back with how the seed tingled and swelled within her. She wanted that seed more than anything the moment she felt it start to pump into her cunt, and she could have what she wanted thanks to that incredible statue that wouldn’t let her get pregnant as a consequence.
She felt so swollen afterwards, not like hurt swollen, but like, satisfying meal, morning stretch, puffy cheek swollen. Except it was a feeling radiating from her belly, right where that very useful cunt of hers was now struggling to stretch around a stallion’s spent rod. Every drop of his cum had just filled Dash and done things to her. And it was still doing things to her, even after he pulled out of her and she just curled up, cooing deliriously and rocking at the pleasant feelings radiating from her genitals so wonderfully filled up with seed.
She humiliated herself a bit less with the second stallion, since she now knew how awesome it felt to get filled up with seed. When he squirted into her she just belted out a cry of satisfaction, and stood there grunting, with every spurt striking her fertile chamber. It was so awesome that she just walked up to the guy and he just did her just like that. The third stallion had been uh, Caramel, because Rainbow Dash remembered that for some reason, and also because they’d never even talked before. But who needed talking when you have estrus! “Ahhh yeahhh give it to me!” she yelled out as Caramel’s frantic thrusting stuttered to a halt and he groaned over her, his big dick thrashing in her cunt, depositing dollop after dollop of eager cream into the horny pegasus’s foal place.
That’s when she met Scootaloo. And... well, it must have been that he was just a kid, or... something. Because she was anticipating his hot spurts in her, but instead of driving her up to new heights of pleasure, they just sort of... relaxed her. Scootaloo was quivering there looking totally out of it, and Dash could feel his satisfying dick in her cunt pumping out spurt after spurt, but... that was all it was. She apologized—she was pretty sure she apologized, and just went and found a stallion on a cloud to satisfy her. When his cream combined with Scootaloo’s in there, it felt much more satisfying and toe curling than when Scootaloo’s had been in there by itself.
Scootaloo would understand, Dash was pretty sure. He would get a better dick soon, once he grew into it. He had to understand because her cunt was damn hungry and now that she had tasted stallion cream, it was practically begging her to fill it again and again. She’d catch up with him after estrus or... something. Until then, Dash needed to stick with the stallions who could satisfy her.
Rainbow Dash didn’t even bother going to work the next day. She just kept masturbating in her bedroom, thinking about the stallions, and the mares whose faces Rainbow had smeared her filly juice all over, and just because the light kept coming on. The light on the statue came on, Rainbow’d eagerly go for her nether lips, rubbing a hoof all over her belly as she writhed in pure pleasure, then the light went off. With an eager grin, Dash’s wings stood in anticipation. Then the light went on again, and she was masturbating. She dove into herself again, and it was like she never even started.
This wasn’t even the awesomest day though.
The fourth day, a coworker came to fetch Dash, or should Dash say, fuck Dash. The weather patrol was smart enough not to send a stallion, but not smart enough. Because Rainbow just leaned up against the young mare who quivered eagerly at her proximity and said, “Hey, before work why don’t we...” and then her hoof was shoved into the other mare’s petals. Wasn’t long before they both had their legs twisted around each other, and their cunts grinding up against each other. It was that mare’s first time with another mare. She’d never even been interested in them, before she saw Rainbow Dash this morning. Dash was so proud to be the one who showed her how awesome fillies are. Then Rainbow kind of forgot about her on her way to work, while that mare...whatsername stayed behind, to sleep off her half dozen orgasms.
Dash didn’t make it to work that day either. Or the next day. See she was going to work, and she was still totally into mares, but Rainbow saw out of the corner of her eye that the hoofball team was taking a break from their exercises. A stallion’s sport, bunch of young, strapping stallions, pretty much earth ponies. Dash thought about the fake dildo, and she remembered what Scootaloo felt like inside her.
“Aww yeah,” Dash said, zooming down to the group of 5 or 6 stallions. “Being bisexual is so awesome.”
She landed with a catlike grace, and somepony, some stallion immediately shouted, “Mare on the field!” The stallions tried to bolt then, but Dash flew circles around them. No, literally. It was child’s play to corral them in after they got a sight of her fine flank.
“You know you’re making a huge mistake,” the captain managed to say quivering as Dash flexed her dripping vulva at him seductively.
“Only mistake I’m making is not fucking you guys before,” Dash said confidently. “Look at my cute little filly butt compared to all you big, strong stallions. You gonna show me what I been missing? All of you gonna make me your mare?”
Rainbow could say this confidently, because she had the magic anti-foal thing. She’d been so worried about Scootaloo and foals, but now she realized... she could literally fuck anypony without any consequences.
As things tend to go, the captain mounted her first. He drove the breath out of Dash landing on top of her, just like Scootaloo did when they... oh but Scootaloo’s dick was not like this guy’s. He just jammed it into Dash and she felt like she was gonna be torn apart. But not like bloody torn apart. She felt like you feel when you pull apart playdough. He couldn’t shove into her hard enough, she just stretched and drooled around him, and belted out mindless animal cries at the mind blowing tactile sensation.
Scootaloo felt good, the stallions yester...the day before yesterday felt good, but this felt holy snowbunnies like he practically hit her tonsils. Dash started crying from ... from relief? From him showing her just how badly she needed this, and then giving it to her. She thanked him over and over again, and then just sucked in a breath and screamed “Yes!” as his thrashing dick burst inside her with an amazing warmth. He just kept coming! Rainbow had never felt more fulfilled, more bred than before today. She orgasmed so hard, squelching wetly against him, feeling his pooling seed ready to make her a mother. Well, not on this pony’s watch!
But first, there were 6 other stallions to take care of.
Dash collapsed when the captain pulled his thick flared dick out of the petite pegasus, just losing her hoofing and going noodle limbed to the ground. “Yeeeaaahh...” she said deliriously. Her cunt clamped down on his seed like she was just gonna push it right into her womb. It was like she was hugging her old teddy bear close to her chest, except substitute cunt for chest and for teddy bear, man seed.
“Think she’s had enough,” a slow talking stallion said, in a disappointed tone.
“Enough?” Dash said smoothly, lifting her head off the grass and struggling to bring them into focus, “I ain’t even stot garted yet!”
She staggered to her hooves, and just started sort of backing under a stallion. Didn’t matter which. Defensive something or another, blue coat. Cutie mark yadda yadda. Dick. He started to back up, but one touch from her sweet needy cunt and he was reconsidering in the most powerful fashion, mounting up right away and slapping his dick on her groin until it wedged in there, just like Scootaloo did, but bigger, harder, stronger, faster.
Dash’s eyes went liquid as she got what she desired most. Her insides expanded just like with a dildo, but it was soft and alive, and pulsing inside her—she could see now—with the stallion’s heartbeat. He hammered in and out of her faster and more powerfully than Dash could ever do with a dildo. She couldn’t believe how good this felt. He was gonna cum in her and give her so many babies! The other five were clustered hungrily around her while the linebacker fucked her, and Dash couldn’t have been happier to be more surrounded by all those dicks.
Her stallion shouted as the climax overtook him. “Oh—!” he shouted, “You’re taking my... all into you...”
Dash just breathed heavily and smiled, feeling like the thick pulses of seed were swelling up her belly already with a tight, forbidden pregnancy. She stood there, tail lashing, so hungry for that stallion’s seed. And now there were even more.
The next two took her at once, after the one pulled roughly out of her making Dash stagger, but not fall this time. He went to go snooze pleasantly with his captain, while Dash barely raised her head before another stallion mounted on her. She couldn’t even see who it was. Didn’t care who it was, just long as he got that penis inside her. Her insides were so achingly empty—and then they were spreading, and stretched, and full.
Then a stallion shoved his cock in her mouth.
Dash snapped her eyes open in surprise, but all she could see is his pelvis thrusting against her, shoving that dick down her throat, filling her nose with his musk. There was another stallion thrusting behind her, making her stand there passively and take it, turning her tail aside to get swollen with foals by his foalseed. She was stuck between two stallions like a pony spitroast.
And the one behind her grunted out, “Oh Celestia—” but there was no Celestia here, only Rainbow Dash. It was a quietly squealing Rainbow Dash, mouth wrapped around a thick dark penis, glowing with satisfaction as she felt pulse after hot pulse of fertile seed strike her needy insides. When he pulled out of her to make room for his fellows, Dash shoved back on the one doing her throat, sliding him out of her and gasping for breath as she held a hoof against his thrusting pelvis.
“Okay, okay hold your horses!” she shouted to her errant, tan colored, oral adventurer. “I want you to give me your foals.” she said. That pacified him long enough that Rainbow could get in position, then Dash just backed herself right the fuck onto his cock. Soon as he felt himself start to enter her, he shoved in the rest of the way, and Dash bleated out, “Ye–es!” her slimy underside so deeply plumbed, needing every drop of this stallion’s seed.
He lifted her hind legs off the ground, making her wings spread shakily as his delicious shaft started that ancient rhythm, fuck, fuck, fucking inside of Rainbow Dash so beautifully. “Oh fuck me!” Dash said joyously, her orgasm piling onto her even as the first spurt struck her insides. She was convulsing, practically hanging from his dick as he pumped gob after gob of seed in her. She splorched around him, crying out for whoever she didn’t know her mom maybe, and just getting taken so much, that she just had to stand there, quivering like a mare when he pulled out of her. She just had to stand there feeling and feeling with her head low, and her rainbow mane dangling about her half lidded eyes.
Another stallion climbed on her. Rainbow Dash neither could, nor would resist. He was in her. She couldn’t even move yet from that orgasm, and there was already a stallion in her, ready to cut loose and give her more of this incredible goopy slimy white jizz that Rainbow now loved more than anything in the world. She knew what it was. She’d seen it happen before. And now she wanted it more than life itself. She couldn’t even imagine losing one drop of it.
Dash was so glad when she could move again, because that meant she could hurl her hips back against him to fuck him faster. She was half conscious at this point, unable to think of anything more than getting herself thoroughly fucked. She lost track of how many ponies it was. She just loved being filled and filled. He never seemed to get tired. Dash couldn’t stop another orgasm! Could she even take another orgasm?
She whimpered. It was happening inside her. She couldn’t stop it, the orgasm was happening inside—! It hit her. Freaking twice with one stallion! Or... something like that? She couldn’t think, couldn’t even see her hoof in front of her own face at this point. Just stood there and clenched and clenched and plurt, blurt, he was filling her too!
“She’s gotta be pregnant already!” one of the remaining stallions said. “There’s no way she’d let us give her foals!”
“She’s doing a good job of pretending in that case!” the other one said with a laugh.
Dash staggered off the stallion she was fucking, whose last pumping throb had ebbed to exhausted stillness, not even thinking about cuddling or staying with him. She just pulled off of him with a wet sucking sound, and walked in a tail swishing semi-circle in front of the stallions who hadn’t sat down to rest or outright collapsed.
“I wasn’t pregnant,” Rainbow said slyly. “But look at me now, just dripping with your seed. I wanna have your foals, and all you gotta do is stick it in me and give me everything you got.
“No tricks,” she slurred, hunching and lifting her tail. “Just me an’ fucking!”
The next stallion must’ve been saving himself, because when he drove his fat cock into Dash she had to remember the one time she tried to use a soda bottle to penetrate herself with. A 2 liter soda bottle. Okay that might have been a slight exaggeration, but this stallion just penetrating her made her squirm around him and squeal. Rainbow wasn’t in love with the novelty of stallion dicks anymore. She wasn’t curious about it, or drawing any metaphors with the rest of her life. She was just a freaking donkey now, doing it because it was the only thing in her sex addled brain that Rainbow Dash could even remember she ever did. Her whole world was just thrust, thrust, thrust.
He just about blasted her with seed. Her cunt quivered and squeeze—orgasm! She rippled helplessly around his spurting penis, every drop that filled her making her think of foals, making her feel warm and satisfied and ready. She just stood there orgasming while he ejaculated into her, overwhelmed by her own feelings of this. She didn’t even know who she was anymore. She just dick, dick and dick. This was the best idea ever.
When he released her, the mare just collapsed again, mumbling something delirious and disoriented. She couldn’t remember she... she could remember she was Rainbow Dash obviously, and somehow something amazing had happened to her. So many freaking stallions had done her that her cunt was aching even in its final fading quivers. She breathed heavily, feeling like she was going to cry because she didn’t want it to be over. She wanted to feel the seedy thing happen and happen. She...
A stallion’s hoof came on her shoulder, and rolled Rainbow Dash over onto her back. She didn’t—couldn’t put up any resistence.
“Guess you’ve earned this,” the low voiced stallion said, and Dash’s breath hitched in her throat, because his dick plopped down right on her vulva. “If you c’n take it,” he added somewhat devilishly.
“Ohhh yeeeesss gimme it all, just do it in me I love stallions oh Celestia oh feathers oh... oh yes!” Dash said not feeling coherent, but feeling very triumphant as his shaft slid against her inflamed nether lips. She opened her eyes to see him. It was the first stallion who did her that Rainbow could see. She could feel his... he stared at her as his shaft wedged more and more into her hips. Rainbow couldn’t look away from his intense stare. She wanted to see her hips, to make sure he was in them and going to seed her, but she couldn’t look away.
He leaned close to her as he fucked her. Rainbow’s legs twitched in the air as her passage was opened for him again and again. That turgid shaft within her, so like the others yet each one unique. “Awe...some...” Dash managed to sigh. The stallion juddered against her, his thrusts picking up.
“You’re doing stuff to me...” the stallion said in a wondrous tone. “Never wanted a mare more... you’re gonna have all our foals. Oh...ahh....hh! Can’t even” he grunted as he thrust faster and faster, hooves planted around Dash’s head as she listen to him lovingly, her own hooves pressed against his chest. “Can’t even hold back!” he grimaced. He slammed against her.
He came.
“Fill me...” Dash murmured as his shaft started to jerk in her, to pulse, pulse, pulse. “Ohh yessss give me your foals just put it in there, that’s it that’s th’ stuff...”
He was the quietest of them all, the last stallion who came inside her that day. Rainbow never had so many stallions even want to come inside her, much less even get the nerve to actually do it. But it was so easy today. So easy and incredible. As the last stallion collapsed beside her at some failed attempt at cuddling, Dash herself was absolutely exhausted. She didn’t even think she could lift a wing. She just lay there on her back, luxuriating in the feeling of a stallion’s seed within her, slowly slipping off to a blissful sleep. With an adoring hoof, Rainbow stroked her swollen belly. From her teats to her belly button, it was a tight roundness, like she was already pregnant.
“Wha...?” she said actually starting to comprehend how much bigger her belly was. “Tha’s weird...”
Then she was passed out, drifting in a darkness carefully calculated to be devoid of dreams.