Title:           Local Speedster Not So Tough... - By Angry Rapeanon
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 22nd of September 2015 01:46:50 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 22nd of September 2015 01:46:50 AM CDT

"Morning, Dashie! Whatcha doing?"
"Pinkie Pie? Oh geez, not right now! Be quiet, or you're going to ruin it!"
"Ruin what? That thing you're putting on-
"Hush! Now, look. See how I set it up just like this? When he opens the door, blam! I can't wait to see the look on his dumb face..."
"Pretty old school, Dashie! You'll probably get him good, though. Have fun!"
> The loud conversation taking place outside of your bedroom window managed to wake you up before noon today, so you couldn't fault Dash for that at least.
> Without any real responsibilities in your small rented cottage in Ponyville, you had found it increasingly harder to justify getting up early like you used to.
>You groggily wipe the sleep from your eyes and take a moment to reflect:
> Rainbow Dash was apparently going after you in your own house now, tiring of the increasingly mean-spirited pranks she has been subjecting you to in public over the course of the past week since you met her.
> So what is it now?
> Bucket over the door?
> Tripwire?
> Is that the kind of "old school" Pinkie Pie was referring to?
> It's hard to understand why YOU had to be the target.
> You decided at one point to talk to Twilight Sparkle, one of the smarter ponies in town, about your concerns, but she had claimed that Rainbow was giving you her version of a "welcome", and that it was totally harmless.
> After the narrow escape from the incident with the bees, you couldn't help but disagree.
> Sighing, you figure it's probably better to slip out the back and confront her about this.
> No use in playing right into her hooves, but there isn't any point in staying cooped up inside for fear of some stupid prank, either.
> You put on a pair of sweatpants and slip your shoes on.
>You briefly consider hunting for a clean shirt before figuring the point was moot and heading out the back door shirtless.
 
 
> Upon opening the door you are greeted with a welcome burst of warm sunshine. The day had already been well underway in Ponyville for several hours now while you slept.
> You only have a brief moment to consider this, however, because your attention is caught by a rough, heavy sliding sound, followed by a painful thump on your head.
> A bucket.
> Well, it's bees this time, at least. It's honey.
> You groan in frustration as the thick mass makes its way down your head and shoulders.
> You barely have time to feel pissed about this before your thought process is disrupted due to another clang, followed by a shower of feathers.
"Wow Dashie, you weren't kidding!"
>  Pinkie Pie leaps out from her hiding spot behind a nearby bush.
"It worked just like you said!"
"Bwahahaha!"
> Rainbow Dash swoops down off of your roof, laughing hysterically.
> Her squeaky, high-pitched laugh is particularly grating on you as you feel your cheeks turning red partly out of embarrassment, and partly out of rage.
"I can't believe you fell for it...!"
> She can only get her words out between fits of laughter.
"See Pinkie Pie, I knew if he heard us talking by the front he'd try and slip out the back. He must be as dumb as he looks!"
> Suddenly, her laughing stops and her gaze locks on your sticky, feather-covered form, particularly your bare chest.
> For the moment, you can do nothing but stand there in shock at the sudden assault.
"I didn't know that's what humans looked like without..."
> She trails off for a moment, then regains her previous cocky demeanor.
"Heh, you humans are even uglier than I thought. Plus..."
> She begins to regain steam.
"You look soooo out of shape. Do work out, like, AT ALL?"
> She indicates her well-toned flank muscles with a hoof and brags:
"I'm super athletic, but YOU... You look like you just sit around all day doing nothing! Probably a bunch of boring human stuff..."
 
 
> You've never been a confrontational person, and that wasn't going to change now, as much as you wish you could will yourself to give her a real verbal thrashing.
> You decide you had better say something to her, or this was just going to keep happening without a clear explanation.
"C'mon, what's your problem, Rainbow Dash? I swear, following me around, constantly pulling these stupid pranks, it's like you're obsessed with me or something."
> You expect Rainbow Dash to have a snappy reply, but there's none.
> It was an offhand comment, but could you somehow have struck a nerve?
"It- it's just because you're so annoying! Like anyone would wanna hang around near you!"
> She promptly flies off at rocket speed in a blur of rainbow mane.
> You give an angry sigh, looking around for Pinkie Pie to see what she had to say on the matter.
> Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she seems to have slipped away to do whatever it is that Pinkie Pie does.
> You stand there on your back step, contemplating.
> You become aware that the sticky mass of honey is now well on its way to drying into an even stickier, more uncomfortable mess.
> With every movement you seem to be shedding feathers, even though your face and upper body are still covered with them.
> You think how it's probably fortunate that you didn't wear a shirt anyway as you slink back into your cottage to get washed up.
 
 
> An hour later you are standing in Sugarcube Corner, waiting to get some bread for lunch.
> Ponies had a thing against eating meat, so it had been a vegetarian diet for you ever since you came to Ponyville.
> Still, the bread at the bakery here was better than anything you had ever had at home, and you found you could get the taste of a good sandwich with the right vegetarian ingredients.
> Interestingly enough, the store is totally empty: No sign of the Cakes or Pinkie Pie, their sole employee.
> A bit odd for the middle of the day, but you figure they must have just stepped out momentarily.
> You decide to wait for their return.
> After a few boring minutes of milling around at the counter, you notice the open kitchen door.
> You had been to Sugarcube Corner many times, but never inside the kitchen.
> A combination of curiosity and boredom wills you forward...
> After a quick glance back to the front door to assure yourself that nobody would be coming for some time yet, you slip into the kitchen to take a look around.
> You find that the kitchen is somewhat standard fare, except for the little obvious "personal touches" that were certainly Pinkie Pie's doing, such as the overly-colorful and party-themed spice racks and cupboards.
> There are cookies on cooling racks, and a few big bowls of batter lay out along the counters.
> Glancing at an emerald green bowl of particularly tasty-looking dark chocolate batter, you figure it wouldn't hurt to sneak a little taste.
> You grab a clean spoon and gulp down a big spoonful.
> Oddly enough, it doesn't taste like chocolate at all.
> In fact, it tastes really bitter and kind of nasty...
> After a few moments, the aftertaste builds on your tongue and in your throat to the point where the bitterness almost makes you gag.
> You rush to the sink and gulp down some water, making a mental note as the taste fades not to just eat things you find in Pinkie's kitchen anymore.
 
 
> From the kitchen, you hear the clinking of a bell.
> Finally, somebody's here so you can buy your bread and make yourself some lunch.
> Clutching a bag with your loaf of bread in hand, you peer out into the storefront only to spy the one pony you didn't want to see: Rainbow Dash.
> Your two sets of eyes meet.
> She looks startled.
> Almost... embarrassed, even?
> No, that can't be it.
> Now Dash has replaced that look with one of mocking contempt.
> "Well, look who it is. Didn't I get you good enough this morning, Featherhead?"
> She rises a few feet into the air with a couple lazy flaps of her wings as she taunts you.
"C'mon, Rainbow Dash..."
> You sigh.
> Her attitude is getting exasperating.
> You wonder if it would really pay off to be more confrontational, but your naturally passive, "live and let live" outlook was creeping in again and blunting any barbs you might want to throw in return.
> Besides, confronting her directly and possibly getting into a fight would be a pain, even it was Rainbow Dash.
> Suddenly, your bread is snatched out of your hands by the pegasus as she darts by you. "Hey...!"
"Come and get it!"
> Rainbow Dash laughs as she rises up to the ceiling, holding the bag out tauntingly.
> This isn't even a prank.
> This is just being an asshole.
> You glare at her, not wanting to give her the dignity of a response.
"What's that? Oh, I guess you can't reach it! Let me come all... the way... down... there."
> She punctuates every word with a sickeningly sweet sarcasm, floating lazily downward until you are both face to face.
> You make a grab for the bag while it's in reach, but you can't help but think that there was something holding you back for fear of hurting her.
> Being so close to her, you realize how small she is compared to you.
> She's a little pony after all, but you hadn't really noticed her small physical size because of her larger than life personality and ego.
 
 
> Easily dodging your grab, she spins around in mid-air and whips you across the face with her tail.
"Psych!"
> As she does this, you catch an involuntary glimpse of something right under her tail.
> Oh boy, that has to be her... "marehood."
> Your cheeks flush red.
> Did she realize what she just did?
> Would that be awkward for her?
> Was it awkward for ponies in general?
> Maybe you should make fun of her for it.
> That would show her. What would she say if-
> Suddenly the scene is interrupted by the sound of the door and the tinkling of the bell once more.
> None other than Pinkie Pie is trotting through the door, humming happily.
> "Oh, hiya guys! Sorry I wasn't here, I've been out!"
> Rainbow Dash casually drops the bag with your bread at your feet and lands, making sure to give you another annoying brush in the face with her tail as she does so.
> Now ignoring you, she turns to Pinkie Pie.
> "That's ok, Pinkie. I was only looking for you anyway."
> You pick up your bread - all this stupid crap over a loaf of bread, you think to yourself - and tell Pinkie that you want to make a purchase.
"Oh! No problemo, I'll just ring ya up!"
As Pinkie Pie does her thing at the register, Dash sidles up to you casually without even looking at you.
She's still focused directly on Pinkie, seemingly determined to pretend you don't even exist.
"So what were you out of the store for anyway, Pinkie?"
"I'm helping Zecora with some fancy zebra recipes today! Actually, since the Cakes are out of town on at a cake decorating convention, I meant to close the shop for a few hours, but I totally forgot. So I came back here to do that and grab something I forgot to take over to her place."
> Pinkie finishes ringing you up and disappears into the kitchen.
> You're about to leave with your hard-earned loaf of bread, when Pinkie trots back out, carrying an emerald green bowl.
> It is filled with what looks remarkably like dark chocolate cake batter.
> Uh-oh.
 
 
> Somehow you don't think that was cake batter after all.
"Um, Pinkie...? What exactly IS that ingredient, there?"
"Hm... lemme try and think..."
> She places a hoof to her chin.
"Oh yeah, I remember:"
'A single spoonful every day will make a pony's inhibitions go away!'
> She speaks in her best mock impression of Zecora.
"Inhibitions? What is that supposed to mean?"
"I dunno! But apparently it's pretty nasty-tasting stuff! And it totally looks like cake batter, imagine that!"
You're getting a little nervous now, but you try your best to seem nonchalant.
"What... um... what would the effects be on a human, if he - or she - tried some?"
" Wow, you're just Mr. Question-guy today, aren't you? I gotta say, I have no idea. Zecora said it can have some side-effects so I wouldn't try any myself~!"
Her sing-songy reply doesn't leave you feeling any more reassured.
"Well, I have to run. You two have fun in here! And make sure ya lock the door on your way out!"
> With that, Pinkie Pie is gone.
> It's just you and Rainbow Dash, who seems to be eying you casually from across the room.
> She looks totally bored.
> You, on the other hand, are starting to feel yourself sweat.
> Sweating... is that nervousness?
> Are you nervous about what might happen to you because of that stuff?
> Or is it the drug that's doing it?
> You suddenly become aware of a tightening sensation in your pants.
> You look down to find you have a hard-on stretching the limits of your crotch fabric.
> Ok, that definitely has to be the drugs.
 
 
> You don't even feel aroused, but... well, there it is.
> You shift uncomfortably, wondering how long this will last, and how you'll manage to get back to your house like this without anybody noticing.
> Rainbow Dash, meanwhile, has the eyes of a hawk: a real trained flier.
> She notices your strange state, and zips over, eager for another opportunity to mock you out.
"Woah, what's wrong with you? Is your frail human body all tired from standing too long-
> She cuts off her sentence as her gaze falls upon your bulging erection.
> It's right at her eye level, so it's hard to ignore.
> Her eyes go wide.
> You can't help but notice the hint of a blush on her face.
> So she is embarrassed by these kinds of things after all.
> She's not as tough as she comes across, you realize.
> For some reason, this makes you happy.
"Wow, ew! You're totally gross!"
> Dash grimaces and backs away.
> Without thinking, you take a step toward her.
> The hint of a blush playing across her blue cheeks deepens.
> And what a beautiful shade of blue it is, you realize.
> Her entire coat was such a pleasing sight, from the rainbow mane to the cyan coat, down to the slightly darker blue fur by her hooves.
"Gosh, I can't believe you! You're not only a stupid, dumb-face human, but you're a total pervert, weirdo, sick-
"Stop, Rainbow."
> Your voice is forceful.
> Threatening.
> You don't think you've ever talked quite like this out loud before.
> Meanwhile Rainbow Dash has cut herself short, taken completely aback.
> Her ego seems to deflate slightly before your eyes.
> You're not sure why you decided to say it that way, but you're liking the reaction, so you continue on that train of thought.
"You're always bumping into me, giving me these little looks, playing these stupid jokes on me, and generally being a pain. Why is it me? What is it about me, exactly?"
> Your tone is measured but there's an undeniable power in your voice that grows with each word.
 
 
> It's like you can finally bring yourself to say the things that you've been wanting to say to her.
> Dash tries to act dismissive:
"I told you already..."
> Her act falters immediately when she takes a step back to preserve the distance between both of you.
"It's just ‘cause you're so annoying and-
"Oh c'mon. We both know what's been going on."
> You're not sure why this seems like the right thing to say, but you can tell by the look on Dash's face that it's certainly having an effect.
"You can admit it now. It's only us here."
"Pfft. Admit what?"
"Still playing coy..."
> You're straight up walking directly toward the blue pegasus now, and she's backing up more and more, still trying to keep the distance.
"It's pretty obvious, Dash. Ever since you saw me, you wanted me. You've got a crush on a human!"
> You say this without thinking, and are even surprised that those were the words that came out of your mouth.
> Still, as soon as you said it, you realized how true it must be.
> She was no better than a little filly playing pranks on her schoolyard crush...
> Dash bumps into the wall.
> Now you've advanced as far forward, and she as far back, as you both could.
> You're standing, no, towering over her comparatively small form.
> She says nothing, but the deep blush and look of fear in her eyes does: she knew she had been found out.
> You aren't exactly sure what to do at this point.
> Your hard-on is really raging now, you feel like you're going to burst...
> Suddenly, Dash tries to dart away from you, along the wall.
> She's fast, sure, but she's off her game.
> And this time you were faster.
> You grab her, looping a powerful arm around her neck and shoulder, putting her into a body lock.
> It's hard to say exactly why you do it, but all you know is that she's not going anywhere.
 
 
> She struggles against your grip, calling you all manner of names, spitting out all kinds of denial, but it's futile at this point.
"RAINBOW DASH!"
> You spit the words commandingly into her ear.
> She goes silent immediately and her struggling stops.
"Well?"
> Silence from below you.
"Rainbow Dash, you WILL answer me."
"W-what do you want..."
> Her voice comes out small and meek.
> It's... adorable.
> To hear her reacting this way after everything stokes a fire deep inside you.
> Honestly, you weren't sure what you wanted her to say.
> But then you have a thought.
> Your attention turns to the door.
> That would probably be a good idea.
> Pinkie Pie did ask them to lock up, didn't she?
"Now Rainbow Dash, you WILL stay right here, do you understand? You will not move from this spot."
> This time she responded immediately with a nervous nod.
> Your change in demeanor, the sudden violence of you pinning her...
> She didn't know how to react.
> She was shocked into obedience
> This observation drives you to push her further.
> You wanted to hear another one of those adorable little sounds, so you pretend not to hear her.
"I asked you if you understand!"
> She squeaks from under you.
"...yes..."
"Good."
> You smile as you release her and stand up to go lock the front door and draw the blinds.
> She would be utterly trapped now, trapped in here with you.
> You were sure this would freak her out even further.
> How's that for a prank, Rainbow Dipshit?
> Yeah, this'll be quite the prank...
>  Turning around, you're pleased to see she's sitting where you left her.
> Seems like she hasn't moved an inch.
> You approach her huddled form and lean over her again and press an arm to the back of her neck, keeping her close to the ground.
> You can't help but admit to yourself that the kind of power you feel right now is intoxicating.
> She had been such a sly little prankster, but now you have her.
> But what to do with her now?
> It would have to be fitting payback...
 
 
> You lean down close to her and hiss in her ear.
"Now that we're sure we'll be totally alone, what should we do with you, Rainbow Dash?"
> The close proximity to her face makes you realize that she's blushing harder than ever.
> You feel the heat radiating off her soft cheeks.
> In fact, her whole body is soft.
> So soft...
> You grip her silky mane in one hand, running your other along her side.
> So, so soft...
> Your mind flashes back to that brief glimpse of her privates, and a wonderful idea pops into your head.
> Your body seems to act on instinct as you lean back and press your crotch up against her flank.
> She can no doubt feel every inch of you grinding against her now.
"Please..."
> She's whispering hoarsely.
"Please just let me go..."
"But this is what you wanted, isn't it? Just admit it."
> The way she shudders at your words sends a chill of anticipation up your spine.
"Um... This isn't really what I had in mind..."
> She swallows hard.
"Not exactly how I envisioned things, ya know?"
> Ignoring her, you slowly move into position.
> With one arm and most of your weight keeping her firmly pinned, you reach down and undo your pants, almost letting out a sigh as your dick is released from its hold.
> A small part of you looks at the situation and feels... weird, to say the least.
> What kind of fucked up scene is this, anyhow?
> But that part remains very small and insignificant as you press on.
> You are now leaning your entire body over her frame.
> She shrinks under you, like she's trying to melt into the floor.
> She's whimpering now.
"Please... Please stop! Just stop, right now!"
> It's not very nice to be on the receiving end, is it, Rainbow?
> Not very nice when somebody stands up for themselves.
 
 
"Are you sure you're not going to try and buck me off? You're not just going to let a stupid, featherhead human get away with this, right?"
> Rainbow Dash has no response.
> Only more whimpers.
> You aren't really sure if she could fight you off if she wanted, but there is no question she is way too scared to try anything.
> And that suits you just fine.
> You lift her tail up, exposing that sweet place that you considered using to embarrass her.
> Whatever your earlier milquetoast plans were, things had already gone far beyond that.
> In passing, you can't help but wonder, as you stare down her nethers and tremble with anticipation, does this make you a zoophile?
> You aren't sure that you're really attracted to this pony that is pinned helplessly underneath you.
> No, it's not for a sexual thrill, you rationalize.
> It's just to teach Rainbow Dash her place.
> She shouldn't be so arrogant and bossy all the time.
> This will be good for her.
> In fact, you might even say you're doing her a favor.
> You run one hand sensually over her pussy and are delighted to find it's already glistening wet.
"Oh what's this, you slutty pony? You really do want this, don't you?"
> You're glad to take the opportunity to taunt her.
"D-don't say that!"
" Why not? Embarrassed about the TRUTH?"
> You emphasize the last word heavily as you grip her hair with your other hand and jerk her head back.
"Stand up so we can do this properly."
> Rainbow Dash complies, helped along by your forceful hand.
> Once she is fully standing, you return your attention to her behind.
> You insert one finger to test the waters, and she gives a little squeak the moment it enters her.
"P-please... you gotta stop this. Just stop!"
> The way her voice cracks is just too adorable.
> You have to have more.
 
 
> You curl your finger and press along her inner walls, sliding in and out, ever so slowly.
> The room is dead silent except for two sets of heavy breathing and a soft squick, squick, squick... The sound of you steeping your finger in her juices.
> You rotate your finger as you slide it in and out, determined to feel every inch of her.
> Beneath you, Dash shudders.
"Don't be a spoil sport, Dash. Just admit you lost. Admit you want it."
> You pick up the pace with your finger just slightly, trying to make her even more uncomfortable.
> Squick, squick, squick.
> She squeals and lurches her rear up at you slightly.
"Hah..."
> Begging for it...?
"Don't ignore me, Dash. You want this, don't you? I want to hear you say it."
"I-I don't..."
"And if I hear a lie out of that little mouth of yours, well then... That just might make me so upset I don't know WHAT I'll do."
> You insert a second finger, feeling that heavenly flesh expand around you, clutching at you like Dash herself was trying to hold on for dear life.
> With two curled fingers thrusting inside her, you pick up the pace further.
>  Squick-squick-squick.
> She's so tight inside, she seems to react to ever minute movement you make.
> Her ass lurches up again and you can feel her wings shudder underneath your hold.
"I... I d-do want this..."
> Did she mean it, or was she just saying that out of fear?
"Louder! I want to really hear you!"
> You speed up even more. You're finger fucking her hard now.
> Squicksquicksquick
> She lets out a very deep, very involuntary moan.
"Gyahhh! I d-do! I do, I want this!"
"Do you, though? Do you really?"
> You feel her pussy start winking around your fingers.
> She's trying to hold back but it's obvious she's close to cumming.
"Yes, yes! I want it, I want it, I want it...!"
> You let her words hang heavy in the air, mixing with the hot scent of musk and the wet sounds of her pussy being mastered by your dexterous human fingers.
> Then suddenly you pull those fingers out.
 
 
"Ahh! Wha- huh?"
> Dash trails off mid-moan and gives a sigh of surprise.
> You slap her hard on the ass and give her mane a violent tug upwards, pulling her head up so you can look her in the eyes.
> You see that beautiful blushing blue face is now stained with tears, her mane partially drooping to obscure her eyes.
"If you really want this, then letting you have it wouldn't be very good payback, now would it?"
"What? You... you're not even going to let me..."
> The realization hits her of what she was about to just say, and of what you manipulated her into asking you to do.
> Her head droops and she goes silent.
"Aw Dash, don't look so down. I was just kidding! You like jokes, pranks, all that, right?"
> You revel in mocking her, distracting her as you finally take your dick in hand, preparing for the main event.
> Now you guide your throbbing member to its destination, pausing at her entrance to gently glide your tip along her soft lips.
> You want to make sure she anticipates what's going to happen before it actually does.
> Sure enough, you feel her tense up.
> She's still sopping wet, but she's not winking anymore.
> The nervousness and shame seem to have taken the edge off her arousal for now.
"Get ready, I'm a little thicker than just two fingers."
> She makes a noise that sounds halfway between a whine and a sob.
> You sigh in annoyance.
"You better not take back what you said and start complaining. We've gone this far, don't think I'm not gonna fuck you like the bitch you are."
"You... you're going to take my... it's my first..."
> The realization hits you.
> This is even better!
> You laugh as you slide the tip of your dick up and down her labia, relishing this moment on the precipice.
"So now you get to tell all your friends you lost your virginity to someone from another species. I'm sure you'll love to brag about that one."
> Rainbow Dash just shakes her head "no" rapidly, apparently beyond words at this point.
 
 
> Ignoring this weak gesture of protest, you decide it's time to finally get your aching member some much-needed relief.
> In one careful motion, you press your hips forward and penetrate the pegasus.
> It's so tight, and it's wholly unsatisfying to have only the tip fitting inside as the rest of your member throbs with desire.
> She's pushing against you in every way she can.
> She was tight before, but with your girth this is something else.
> Resisting?
> That simply won't do, Rainbow Dash.
> You lean down and whisper right in her ear again, "Don't fight it, Dash. I know this is what you want, so don't be so nervous."
> To your dismay, this does absolutely nothing loosen her up.
> Instead, you have no choice but to pull out a bit, then make a powerful but controlled thrust back in.
> She squeals underneath you.
> You get a little farther this time, her inner walls twitching around your shaft.
> You repeat the process, and she takes just a little more.
> You hear the scrape of her hooves digging into the hardwood floor as the pegasus' legs spread out in response to the pressure.
> Slowly but surely, you feel you are beginning to overcome her resistance.
> As you work your way further, the pleasure mounts as your dick is enveloped deeper in that tight wet cavern.
> She's squeezing you so tightly, trying so desperately yet failing to keep you out.
> The futility of her resistance makes you even harder.
> Finally, you feel your stomach make contact with the soft fur of her behind.
> You sigh, relishing in the pleasure of penetrating her fully.
> Her walls twitch madly against your dick.
> Now far from keeping you out, her tight pussy and weak attempts at resistance only serve to pull you in further.
 
 
> It feels like this is pretty close to getting you off all by itself.
> You take the opportunity to allow her to get used to your size inside her, so you hold the same position for a moment.
> You can hear her labored breathing, feel her back heaving up and down.
> You feel the soft warmth on your dick and the comforting warmth of her body pressed up tightly against yours.
> Any other sensations have been driven out of your mind.
> Now deciding it was a good time, you slide almost all the way out in preparation.
> You can feel Rainbow Dash shudder underneath you.
> You realize that your mouth is creased into a wide, vacant grin.
> When did that happen...?
> Nevertheless, you make a full thrust into her, eliciting a small, squeaky moan.
> You savor every instant of the sensation.
> You begin to thrust faster, your hips smacking against Rainbow Dash's ass.
> Your one hand is occupied with keeping her pinned, the other you run over her smooth flank and her immaculate blue wings.
> Rainbow Dash's body is stiff: she's frightened into submission, and shows no more signs of  resistance.
> You might as well be fucking a large doll, but it feels amazing regardless.
> Every thrust brings a new, deeper wave of pleasure shooting right into your brain.
> You can feel yourself getting close, but you decide to preserve this and drag it on as long as possible.
> Maybe you can extract a few more good moans from her before all this is done...
> All the better for Rainbow Dash's sake, of course.
> Her mane swishes back and forth before you with the force of your thrusts.
> Her legs shake from the strain and threaten to give way any moment.
> Every collision of your hips with her ass shakes her small frame violently, only accentuating the shudders of pleasure that seem to be radiating through her body.
 
 
> Fucking her like this was evidently driving her body wild, no matter what protests she may try to raise.
> You are gripped with the desire to see these effects on her face, so you reach down to turn her head to face you.
> Her eyes are half open and glazed over, her nostrils flare with each heavy, panting breath, and her mouth hangs open slightly, allowing a small thread of drool to grow extending from her lips to her chin.
> While this reaction does please the beast inside you, you decide she should be as lucid as possible for this entire experience.
> Burying yourself fully inside her, you lean down to her ear once more and whisper headily, partially to taunt her and partially to make sure her full attention was on the human ravishing her.
"You know, I was able to get inside you so easily... I don't know what kind of virgin takes a dick this well. Either you were lying, or you were just born a loose slut. Which is it?"
"I-I... that's... no..."
> She squeaks from beneath you, seeming to partially snap out of her stupor.
> You chuckle.
> "Well you should see your face, you slutty pony."
"Quit saying th...!"
> Her response dies on her lips as you resume your previous, furious pace of fucking.
> Her mouth is frozen open, stuck in the shape of a half-formed word, and all that is coming out of it now is the occasional squeak or involuntary moan.
> As your throbbing dick strains against her inner walls, you feel compelled to make your thrusts faster and shorter.
> The combination of the heat from the sweaty mare beneath you and the wet massaging warmth of her around your dick is beginning to push you over the edge.
> Everything culminating to stimulate your mind and body is so powerful, there's no way you can contain it any longer.
> You think of one more opportunity to taunt Rainbow Dash before this is all over.
"Hey Rainbow..."
> You whisper innocently.
"Is it okay if I cum inside?"
"Aaah... No, don't! That's sick, you can't!"
"Try and stop me."
> She doesn't.
 
> You could have let yourself loose inside her, but as a brief imaginary glimpse flashes through your mind of a thoroughly humiliated, cum-covered Rainbow Dash lying before you, you decide that the alternative would be much better.
> As Dash twitches wildly around you, one last huge wave of pleasure overwhelms your senses and totally pushes you over the edge now.
> With no going back, you pull out at the last moment and release your load all over her back, tail, and wings.
> You can't remember a time where you came this forcefully, and with this much jizz as a result.
> You sigh with relief and finally release Rainbow Dash, who slumps to the ground in a heap.
> Cum is splashed all along her flank and drips from her wings. She makes no effort to get away now that she is no longer held down, instead merely lying still there on the floor.
> Her heavy pants are occasionally punctuated by an errant sob or sniffle.
> You look down upon your handiwork and feel pride and satisfaction, knowing that Rainbow Dash had been properly taught a lesson.
> She was sure to not bother you again with her mean-spirited pranks anytime soon.
> ...
> After a long fitful night of only partial sleep, you emerge from your cottage into the sunlight of another day in Ponyville.
> It had taken the rest of the day and a restless night for the haze of that strange substance to wear off.
> Surveying the inhabitants going about their daily business, you are surprised to spot Rainbow Dash walking her way through town.
> You feel a deep guilt churning in your stomach at the sight of her.
> It wasn't truly your fault, what happened.
> It had been bad luck and some bad herbs that did it.
> You debate whether or not to approach her, finally deciding that there is no time like the present to get something like this out of the way.
 
 
"Hey, Rainbow Dash."
> She flinches and turns in your direction.
> She looks skittish and bedraggled, not at all like her usual cocky self.
> You notice this and it immediately turns that guilt into a nervous anticipation that boils in your stomach just as it did yesterday after taking the drugs.
> Rainbow Dash answers back weakly.
"Uh, hi..."
> She looks like she's ready to bolt at any moment.
> Fidgeting, she's desperately trying to avoid your gaze.
> You want to talk to her about what happened, and apologize profusely.
> You want to beg for her forgiveness and tell her you would never do something so horrible under normal circumstances...
> But instead you suddenly feel confident enough to say something completely different.
"You know Rainbow, I think you should come over to my place tonight."
> This isn't the drugs talking; they've been out of your system for a long time now.
> This is just you.
> You want to hold her down and dominate her again.
> Feel her warmth against your body.
> Hear her moans.
> And you're confident you can convince her.
> Dash shifts uneasily.
"I... I don't really think..."
> There's no way she'll agree to this, you realize.
> Unless...
"That wasn't a request, Rainbow Dash."
> Rainbow Dash's gaze, which has been avoiding you, now snaps directly to you.
"You never got to finish yesterday, so it's only fair."
> Her ears droop in embarrassment at hearing such a lewd detail spoken in the open air.
"How's 8 sound?"
"I..."
"Not like you have to answer, I already know what you want. See you at 8, then."
> You size her up, looking for a reaction.
> The look in her eyes is different.
> There was fear there, but also... desire?
> Her nostrils flare. She swallows hard.
> Her wings flutter slightly, she licks her lips, and her mouth curls up into a tiny, barely perceptible smile.
> Now her response truly didn't matter.
> It was obvious that she was yours now.
> But you still couldn't help but return a tiny smile of your own when she said...
 > "Yeah, see you at 8, Anon."