because she got to work, got chewed out and practically suspended, and then things just turned around the more her coworkers clustered around her, anger turning to hot lust. The scheduled rain didn’t come that day, because Rainbow Dash somehow had gotten so damn sexy and irresistable that all she had to do was raise her tail, and her coworkers would stop hassling and just do her. She fucked every single pony on the weather team, one after the other. Mares, stallions, it didn’t matter. It was awesome. They were totally wiped out on their working cloud by the end of the day. Nopony had accomplished anything, but Rainbow Dash could hardly care from how good she felt. So good she couldn’t stop quivering in her sweet, sweet cunt there underneath her massive swollen...
...belly...
Dash caressed her belly again. She was pregnant somehow. That was awesome. She just had to lay here and be... be pregnant. It didn’t matter that there’s no way she would even be showing. Somehow by some miracle, Rainbow Dash had fucked stallions so hard that a foal just appeared inside her and—no, wait, it was receding now. In gradual quivers and spurts, Rainbow Dash’s belly shrank back down to its ordinary flatness. She had to smile at the retaining of her athletic frame. It must be that statue, that incredible penis statue. It was taking her pregnancy, and making it not be a thing. Dash could be sitting there with the biggest belly in the world, and the magic of the statue would just smooth it out flat, and make her life easy again.
Needless to say Rainbow probably should have been concerned that she was deliriously happy to be pregnant, and then deliriously happy to not be pregnant, but she was too busy being deliriously happy. The statue did even cooler things to her after that. Rainbow would find stallions to fuck her—it only really happened with stallions, and as she stood there being pounded by their meaty shaft, she would find a heavy weight rocking beneath her, a big swollen belly growing right before her eyes. It felt so good to be so heavy to just jiggle like that. It put more weight and power behind her own thrusts, and made her feel like she was with foal. And then, after he ejaculated into her and her insides welcomed his fertile seed, her belly would quiver so delightfully, then just start shrinking back to flat. Dash pushed it—she lay on her back and pushed with her hooves, crooning in delight at the steady pressure making her belly sink into her. She felt like a living de-stress ball. From the inside. Just hug herself in delight and feel the foals get smoothed away back to nothing.
And then there was Scootaloo.
It was so weird. Dash couldn’t get her experience with Scootaloo off her mind. She was fucking that stallion afterwards up on the cloud, Thunderbowl or something, and sure Scootaloo’s dick was kind of small, okay unflatteringly small, but something about it just didn’t satisfy her the way these stallions could. She felt his jizz squirting in her, dribbling out around her nether petals, and she just... couldn’t get excited about it. She felt kinda bad for having to run off like that right after doing him, but he’d understand that Rainbow Dash just really had to get a stallion into her right away. It wasn’t anything personal, just her voracious new appetite for stallions. And mares. But mostly stallions. Mostly stallion seed. Stuff that made her belly plump up and go jiggle jiggle. She felt better every time a new stallion finished in her, except for Scootaloo, and she was sure at this rate she could have the entire male population of Ponyville fucked in the next month or so. Then she could go on to Trottingham and Manehattan and Canterlot... so many stallions. Rainbow Dash was going to have all the foals.