“Twilight, guard the fucking door. No one in, no one out.”
> “But Anon, what if the Princess-“
“No one.”
> “What if Discord-?”
“Rape him with your HORN.”
> “Sephi-“
“PLUCK HIS FUCKING WINGS OUT, because I’m about to cause a shitstorm that’s going to rock the moon the next galaxy and Satan’s mother- AT THE SAME TIME.”
> Twilight Sparkle, bewildered by the turn of events and the way your voice is savagely convincing, gives a nod and locks the door behind you.
> Rainbow Dash is writhing in your arms like a greased monkey seeking physical freedom.
> “ARGH! Let me go, Anon! I can’t control it!”
> Trudging towards the inner sanctum of your second home, you find yourself in a massive bedroom; pillars encircling a king sized bed, overhanging bedframe and all, you march up to the bed and hurdle the crazed pegasus into the mattress.
> You apparently did this too enthusiastically in your own anger, as she bounces clear off the bed and over onto the floor of the opposite side.
> Finally gaining the liberty she so utterly desired, she pounces on the mattress, claiming it as her territory under the authority of Rainbow Dash.
> “ANON! This is MY bed, and you’re getting on IT!”
> Beside yourself with rage at Dashie’s horrid behavior since you’ve been here, you’re ready to teach this frenzied pony a lesson.
“Remember when I said I won’t fight you?”
> “Yeah, what about it, punk?”
> …Punk?
> PUNK?!
> Ohthatdoesit.jpg
> You lift up your better leg, completely vertical in an act of superior flexibility, and send it crashing down on the frame, lifting the entire bed up on its front pegs and launching Dashie through the cloth above, as she soars into one of the pillars.
> A quarter of the bed obliterated from the kick, you swiftly turn around as you take off the mustache and the garb around your shoulder.
> You knooooow when the mustache comes off, things are about to get severe.
-----
> You’re about to show your marefriend why it’s bad to go to bed angry.
> Rainbow, recovering midair, gives a roar as she swoops down at you.
> You were bracing to catch her in-flight, your strength ready to stop a raging freight train in its tracks.
> However, you seemed to have forgotten that this is Rainbow Dash- the fastest and likely strongest pegasus Equestria has to offer.
“HOOWAAAA-URGHK!”
> Catching you right in the bread basket, your lungs decided to eliminate all the oxygen from your lungs, as your drool trails forcefully from your mouth when Rainbow takes you to the ceiling.
> Slammed into the top of the room, you feel a rib break as the force of the Titanic smashes into you, as Rainbow pumps her wings to full throttle to pin you down.
> Or perhaps, she has you pinned up?
> Ba-dump, tsh!
> Taking one hoof off of your gut, she takes a meager hold of your shirt, and with a malicious vertical sliding motion, clears every single button off of your costume, baring your chest.
> “Ugh… it looks… so… GOOD!”
> Her eyes dilate, and you soon realize that this isn’t the Dashie you know.
> Still unable to breathe, you desperately try to remove her hooves from your midriff, failing miserably in the process.
> Thinking quickly before you pass out, you wrench out the box of vodka, open it up, and pour it on her face, catching her in the eyes.
> “ARRUUGH!”
> She let’s go, grasping at her eyes as the alcohol in them leaves her in agony.
> Finally catching your breath, you suddenly realize that the cost of freedom comes with the fee of falling thirty feet to a stone floor.
“AWWWWEEEEEOOOWEEEEEOOO!”
> Sailing down in a flailing motion, you crash into the already beaten bed, the overhanging sheet doing little to stop your fall as it dislocates from the frame.
> Bouncing out off of the divan onto the floor, you’re given only a moment’s rest when something sharp pegs you in the back of your head, fluid pouring over your face.
> Confusion befalling you, you’re surprised to find that it’s not blood, but vodka; in the throes of death, you accidently let go of the container, and it decided that it missed you so much.
> Taking a hearty swig before closing it back up, you pocket it as you observe the noisy sight above.
> Rainbow Dash, bouncing off pillars with her eyes covered by her hooves, is screaming bloody murder above.
> “ARGH CELESTIA DAMN IT ROUGGGGH!”
-----
> After finally working off the tears of the pain, she shoots you a stink eye that could kill seven goats instantly, provided they were all staring at her.
> “Anon… please…”
“Dash… what happened to you…?”
> “I… I need…! I NEEEEED IT!”
> She’s not even glaring at you; she’s targeting your crotch like it’s the last Twinkie in the box during a film scene at Zombieland-
> This fucker must REALLY love Twinkies.
> Alright, if she can’t explain herself, then it’s time to give her a taste of her own medicine.
> Ripping off your shirt, ruined beyond recognition, you crack your knuckles and point at Rainbow.
> You kind of wished you kept the mustache on.
“SNAAAAAAAAAKE!”
> “LIQUIDDDDD!”
> You jump at one of the pillars, immediately flying to another.
> Making your way up, Rainbow tries to tackle you in the middle of your ascending venture.
> Dodging her with the skills of Spiderman himself, you make it to the top of the column, and with a grasp at fate, launch yourself into the air once more, a reverse flip off the ropes like a luchadora rising in stardom.
“EL BURRITO DE MUERTE~!”
> Rainbow, no match for your wrestling flight, is caught in the air with a tight grapple, as the both of you go flying into the bed once more, devastating it beyond reason.
> Bouncing straight up and down, you pin Dash to the bed with your entire body, your back to here as you serve a dish of justice, RE: her marehood.
> As she roars in anger, you spread her legs to see the damage;
> Her marehood is throbbing, as if ready to devour a cucumber for the sake of sexual deprivation.
“You need a little sexual release, huh? That doesn’t mean you can attack me or any of our FRIENDS!”
> Two fingers devilishly curved, you thrust them into her, the tips of your digits feeling up as far as Mother Nature will allow.
> You feel her spasming inside, and she yells in anguished pleasure, her screams turning into erotic moans.
> One hand rubbing across her clit, and the other pumping her vagina, she soon stops resisting, and groans in pleasurable noise, the noise stimulating to yourself.
> The Captain: “Alas, me boy, I’m ready to walk the plank!”
> “You hold on to your fucking hat, I’m in a warzone, and it’s about to get danger close!”
> Dashie is running her hands down your back, giving a half-hearted effort to push you off, and more or less giving you a very nice massage.
> Alcohol and adrenaline mixing together in a sexually advancing cocktail, you gain a raging boner that could carve a smiley face into a diamond with how hard it is.
> Suddenly, a force of an iron clamp catches your fingers, as your arm flails for a bit before it comes to a stop.
> You can’t move your fingers, nor can you remove them, what in John Travolta is going on here…?
> “Ehehehe… I got you~<3”
> She gives a shove much more intense than any previous attempt, as you flip over her marehood, your fingers still trapped inside.
> “Now, you’re going to fuck me, and I’m going to be dominant!”
> You exit the bed in a panic, and with brute force, you drag Rainbow off with you, her dead lock on your fingers as strong as a DK’s death grip.
> Holding her in the air by her vagina, she is hanging upside down, and looking at you brutally.
“Let me go.”
> “Only if I’m top, now HURRY UP AND GET ON THE BED!”
“I refuse to fornicate with you after that stunt you pulled in the dance hall!”
> Twilight Sparkle, listening to the ruckus inside, could be heard outside the door.
> “Aww, COME ON!”
> Rainbow and you: “Shut it, Twilight!”
> You both look at each other, giggle at the synchronized shout, and Dashie fires a low blow at your gut once more, crumpling you to the floor.
“GHOOUL! Dashie, uncalled… for…”
> Finally letting you go, she fumbles at your pants button as you try to get your breath.
> Much to your luck, she can’t seem to undo it.
> After a minute of witnessing this, you cross your arms behind your head, watching the scene unfold.
> “C’mon, c’mon, C’MON!”
“Rainbow, you’re not going to get it unbuttoned. What is with you, can you fucking explain yourself?”
> She cringes, tugging on the jeans in hopes the button rips off; tailored a bit better than the shirt, her chances of getting it off without help is almost zilch.
> “Ugh, I can’t… I can’t TAKE IT ANYMORE, DAMN YOU SPITFIRE!”
> She jumps off of you, flies over to the destroyed bed, and begins working the magic herself, staring at you with the intent using her eyes to molest your body.
“What the hell, Rainbow… when I said “anything you do is fine by me”, I didn’t mean to be savagely attacked and almost raped by you!”
> You get ready to chastise her more, when you see her tears, flowing down her face as she subconsciously rubs her hoof between her legs.
“Rainbow…”
> Concern for your loved one’s well-being overtaking your own selfish desire to understand what’s going on, you remember she cursed a name: Spitfire.
“Dashie, what did Spitfire do to you?!”
> Her eyes shut in the agony she’s been dragging through, as her breathing becomes ragged gasps.
> You’ve seen enough Hatsu Inu to understand what might have happened; but first, you need to get her under control, as you walk over to the bed’s remnants.
> Placing yourself between Rainbow’s legs, kneeling on the side of the bed, you remove her hooves after much protest.
“Hey, relax, it’s alright; I’ll help you out.”
> “Anon… it hurts so much… I can’t… stop…”
> With the duty of a special some*pony at hand, you quickly get to work, placing your hands on her ribs, and caressing her midriff.
> “Mmmmm… yhah!”
> You let your tongue taste her juices, as your massage her body, finding sensitive areas to provoke sexual arousal;
> As if she needs that already.
> Letting your fingers do their own magic, you tip your nose in to rub her clit, evoking a squeak of surprise from the mare; grabbing your head, she aggressively pleads in turning you into a human dildo.
> Rubbing her sensitive spots with a ferocious style, you learn that she likes it a bit rough; who knew, after destroying the bed before you could even get to foreplay?
> Frustrating her with the tease of your tongue, she’s grinding against your mouth to get whatever satisfaction she can.
> Finally craving the taste of superman ice cream, you delve your tongue, watching her as she moans with such erotic feeling.
> To your surprised, it was enough to send her over the edge with a few strokes, and your mouth is stuffed full of the wonderful liquid.
“Well, that was fucking easy. I still don’t see why you made such a big d-“
> “Mo…
> Looking back at her, you see her face blushing with a deep red, and despite the flow of flavor coming out of her, her hips are subconsciously moving with a will unknown to her.
> “Mm… more… I need…more… please…!”
> Well, is looks like a job fit for a boss, and guess who’s on duty?
> That’s right, this guy.
> You energetically dive back in with a new fervor, letting your fingers explore wherever they fancy themselves, sending Rainbow to different octaves of yelps.
> Your tongue, lapping against the steady flow of juices, pierces back in her marehood with a force of a thousand watery drills.
> “Ahh, Anon!”
“Just relax, you’re in for the long kiddo. Wait… stand up, Rainbow.”
> Reluctant to obey, she follows through and gets to her hooves, quivering with the unrelinquishing urge.
> You slide under her, laying your back on the bed, and give her a nod.
“Here, try it like this.”
> Giving a welcoming go-ahead, she lowers onto your chin, her colorful tail tickling your neck.
“Now, work that body!”
> “Y-yes…!”
> Grinding against your mouth as she sees best, you begin rubbing your face into her, your tongue checking every nook and curve presented to it, leaving a trail of saliva wherever it went.
> Finally satisfying your taste buds, you start working around her clit, and you bring your hand forward to meet her flank, guiding her irregular motions in ways that could only stir her further.
> Groaning in sweet tones, pleasure overwhelming her once more, you take out two fingers once more, and guide them into her honey pot, forcing her to respond with a loud guttural yell.
> “Oooooh!”
> Following her movement’s with your hand, you follow the top of her marehood with your mouth, holding her waist with your other hand.
> This goes one for a minute or two, and like before, she’s soon driven to the point of climax again.
> “Anon, I’m, getting ready to-!”
“Don’t hold back, give it your all!”
> Your fingers speed up past her pace, rocketing in and out as your rub against the inside of her clitoris.
> Her moans get increasingly louder, and soon she’s yelling in pitches you’ve never heard a pony take, including Rainbow.
> “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmyGOSH, oh- ah, ahhh, AHHHHH!”
> Juices come out once again, hitting your chest and chin.
> You keep going with your hand, the motion keeping her in continuous orgasm as her insides try to swallow your hand in, her muscles inside making it harder to move.
> Pulling out just in time, a second, smaller wave of juices gush out, covering your chest.
> Breathing with an air of exhaustion, she collapses, flank still in the air, and you climb out from under her.
> Wiping the juices with your ruined shirt, you take in a healthy whiff of her musk, the smell so desirable, so delicious.
> Wiping your mouth, you go to check on Rainbow, still in the same position.
“Hey… Dashie. How are you feeling, any better?”
> “Ughn… no…”
> In the time of the lord of cardboard boxes, this is getting ridiculous!
> “I need… ‘it’…”
> You hang your head for a moment, debating whether or not if this was the time to do it.
> Twilight is sitting outside the door, and here you’re considering fucking Rainbow’s brains out until whatever on her wears off.
> “Anon… please… I love you…too…”
> That’s all that was needed to be heard, as you lift her head to kiss her.
> Not one of passion, nor lust, but simply a seal to a promise.
“You told me you would protect me forever,”
> Her eyes, half open, match the way she’s feeling.
> “Anon, I’m… sorry, I … need…”
“But it looks like it’s my turn to help you.”
> You unbutton the single button that holds your pants in place, as your unzip yourself.
> Rainbow’s eyes shoot wide open at the sound, her rape senses tingling;
> Hearing the last obstacle that blocked her from the ultimate satisfaction now gone, she jerks to full alert, her eyes bloodshot.
> Looking at your direction, namely your crotch hidden behind a thin layer of boxers, her jaw drops as your pants hit the floor.
> Not even three feet away from you, her wings erect in the fullest they could muster, drool gathering at her lower jaw.
“Alright, Dash, let’s…? Dash, are you alright…?”
> Rainbow Dash’s head: Target Sequence Initiated;
> Searching, searching… Target Found.
> Initiating Suction Sequence!
> Her mouth opens into a small circle, blowing air at your crotch.
> Is she worried that it needs dusting, or it’s not alive?
“Rainbow, silly, it’s still there, see?”
> Like a pro you are, your throbbing member lifts itself from the flap of your boxers, revealing itself in all of its glory.
> The Captain: “Yaargh! Today be a fine day, me lad, this lassie be alrighty for plundering!”
> Your Brain: “Yyyyup. Looks like you’re scoring pretty nice tonight, I guess.”
> “Yargh, gahahaha! It’ll be a wo- wait, what be that ahead?!”
> “What? That’s Rainbow, why do y-?”
> “ABANDON SHIP, ABANDON SHIP! A DARK HOLE WITH TEETH IS FAST APPROACHING!”
> You jerk out of your lively conversation with your penis.
> Rainbow Dash is going in for the kill, way too fast for you to dodge, and you resort to split second reasoning.
“Rainbowpleasedon’tdothatit’sgoingto OH MY SWEET NAYRU!”
> Teeth and all, Dashie, flaunted with a passionate and mindless desire for your dick, has latched herself on to you, and does not intend to let go.
“Mama-mia! Please, Rainbow, that’s my money maker, OH HELGA HUFFLEPUFF! You can’t use your teeth like that; at least just do a blow- HOLY SHIVA!”
> A wicked grip holding you in place, Rainbow Dash is simply swirling her tongue around your tip, lapping up what little precum comes out.
> Your eyeballs, ready to be sucked down your torso and out your penis with the intense vacuum suction, are also ready to separate from their sockets at both the wonderful sensation, and the horrible agony of the Captain getting ready to go on a solo voyage from your body.
> You pick up her back hooves and lift her into the air, shaking her every so lightly to convince her to let go. She ignores you, her bright eyes focusing only on your indulged member.
“Oh my sweet baby Bowser, you need to let go, this is NOT how you do this, Dash! I promise to buy you a kitten, I’ll FIND you a kitten, I’ll get a signed Wonderbolts poster-“
> The sudden memory of Spitfire caught fresh in her hazy mind, the sexually intoxicated Rainbow Dash suddenly clenches her jaw in anger, much to your dismay.
“HOLY GRANDMA’S BLUEBERRY LUMBAGO WAFFLES!”
> She’s like a bulldog-jawed piranha, and the only way she’s letting go is if your dick performs mitosis;
> And quite frankly, you don’t want that to happen anytime soon.
> You set her back down on the bed, and, unable to get on your knees to beg her, you start your plea to have her not shred off the faithful Captain.
> You feel the urge soon coming, and when it does… the results will be disastrous. Your tip feels like a overfilled water balloon, ready to burst and empty your body of the blood you currently have throbbing through you
“Rainbow Dash, I need you to listen to me, and I need you to listen well. Hey, look at me!”
> You lift her distracted head, and force her to make eye contact with you.
“I want to have sex with you, as many times as you’d like, but you’re about to fucking suck the tip of my penis right off. It’s HURTS, and if that happens, there won’t be any other ‘fun times’, comprendere, motherfucker?”
> Looking at you like a scolded child, she releases her crocodile like hold, and you back yourself a good yard or two.
“OH MY BLACK MATERIA, YOU’RE ALIVE!”
> You waddle your way to the door.
“Twilight! TWILIGHT!”
> “What, what is it, Anon?!”
“Get in here, NOW!”
> She clambers into the room, only to come face to face to your now purple dick.
> “Oh my-! Anon, what the hell are you-?!”
“FIX ME!”
> She gapes at the swollen demon, morphed into a monster of comparable size.
> “What.. what can I do? I don’t wanna touch it… ew!”
“Summon a fucking ice block or something to keep it alive, while the healing spell fixes it!”
> Rainbow: “Anon~…!”
“I’ll be right there, love! Twilight, please!”
> “I don’t know how to summon an ice block! I, uhm.. here!”
> She casts a spell with a wag of her horn, and a white beam shoots at your member.
> Before you could realize what was happening, your dick is suddenly encased in ice, temporarily frozen.
“HUUUUWWAWAWAWA! Tw-Tw-Twilight Sparkle! Did you just use an Ice Beam?!”
> She blushes, looking away embarrassedly.
> “I guess I didn’t think that one through. You wanted ice, though, so you got ice!”
“Twilight,” You said, with a respectable tone of annoyance; “I asked for a block of ice to rest it on, not to FROST MY DICK OVER!”
> “Here, let me just try casting this fire spell-!”
“Nope! Not gonna happen, I hope Rainbow Dash is in for a cool surprise!
-----
> Leaving Twilight to scuttle back outside in awkwardness, you walk back into the bedroom with your ice cold penis;
> If you lost your boner, you certainly wouldn’t know it, considering the Captain is sailing the artic sea at the moment.
“Alright, Rainbow D- GREAT SCOTT!”
> Rainbow Dash is walking around the floor, dragging her flank on the marble.
> She looks like one of those dogs who’s trying to rub off a hanging poop.
“What the hell, Dash, stop that! That’s seriously gotta hurt!”
> “I can’t… help it! Anon, are you better, now…?”
“Yeah, but I have a bad case of ice dick.”
> “Ice dick… what’s…?”
> You brandished your curved icicle, ready to fall off.
“Rainbow, I need you to do me a favor, and warm me up here, so to speak. I’ll work something up to help you out.”
> “But… I crave it… so bad…”
“Well, the sooner we get my friend down there out of cryogenic state, the better. However there are two rules;”
> She’s rubbing her hind in your direction, eyeballing Mr. Freeze like a frozen dessert.
“1.) No fucking biting. 2.) When it’s thawed, you let go. Got it?”
> “Fine…”
> She goes to work, and after a minute of hard work (not that you’d know, you can’t feel a damn thing), she stops, grabbing her head and pounding the floor.
“Rainbow, what’s wrong?!”
 > “My head’s cold… and it’s hurting… ugh…”
> First time you ever heard of someone getting a brain freeze from a blowjob, but you suppose with the crazy shit that’s been happening, you shouldn’t expect anything less.
“Hey, Rainbow, you feeling better?”
> “Ugh… not really…”
“You’ve been more or less been groaning more, and attempting to rape me less.”
> “Egh… I think it’s wearing off, finally.”
“Did Spitfire give you something that made you act this way?”
> She settles down, finally and relocates her on the crumpled bed, the posts of the frame concaving on each other.
> “She gave me this… weird stuff in my drink, and it made me feel… bad.”
“Bad?”
> She looks at you with glistening eyes, her heart finally back in the right place.
> “I don’t know what came over me; I turned into something I swore I wouldn’t. I don’t think I deserve to be called your special some*pony anymore…”
> You’re starting to shiver from the chill below, but Rainbow’s feelings have warmed your heart.
> Walking towards her, still in your boxers with your oblong ice cube hanging out, you sit next to her and put an arm around her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ve said this before, about myself and others; there are times where we make mistakes that will regret later. You attempting to piledrive me into submission is yours, and having Twilight Sparkle freeze my penis over is mine. But…”
> You kiss her on the forehead, a gentle press of affection.
“We still have each other in the end, right?”
> She sheds a final tear, looking at you before launching in a tight embrace, as you hold her lovingly in your arms.
> She soons retracts with a shiver though, as she makes contact with your dick.
> “Anon, doesn’t that… hurt?”
> You look down at the sorry sight, watching it ever so slowly melting.
“Nah, it’s gone numb a while ago, but I figure at this rate, the cold storage will cause it to fall off anytime soon.”
> She looks at you with a panicked expression, worrying and dread washing over her face.
> “F-fall off?! Anon, I love you, but I can’t let that happen!”
“I know, right? It’d be awkward trying to piss.”
> “Well, nyehe, that too, but… I still want to be your first!”
> She blushes wildly, and despite the cold shaking through you, hypothermia steadily coming in, you can’t help but agree.
“Alright, but there’s a problem here; this magic spell is pretty intense, it’s going to take a lot of body heat.”
> “I think that’s where we come in.”
> Both you and Rainbow jump to attention as Princess Luna, along with Twilight Sparkle comes strolling in.
“Twilight, I thought I told you-“
> Luna: “Bitch, please! I’m the motherfucking princess, and this is my motherfucking castle!”
> Oh, right.
> “You going around and telling her to rape folks if they try to get in, dumb fuck. Now, what the hell is going on here?”
> She points at your junk, with a manner of enthusiasm.
> Twilight: “Well, I can explain that.”
“My penis froze over, and I need help warming it up before it turns into a close-casket funeral.”
> “Anon, I just said I could explain that!”
“Oh, hehe, my bad.”
> “So, let me get this story straight; Rainbow Dash went fucking crazy-“
“But she’s sane now, just somewhat horny still.”
> Rainbow:  “Anon…! She doesn’t have to know that… it’s embarrassing.”
> Luna: “And so you take her to your inner sanctum I worked so hard to make, and you blow the fuck out of the bed in a wild fuckfest. Am I right?”
“Actually, we haven’t actually done anything yet, we just have a minor… disagreement on things.”
> “Great scott! You obliterate two years of my work, and you two still haven’t fucked yet?!”
> You thrust both your hands at the complication below.
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m getting a bad case of cold dick.”
> As everyone stares at your crotch in worry, you take a look at one of them.
“Well, uh, who’s up for the job?”
> Twilight: “I *still* can use that fire spell…”
“I’m not having you use a flamethrower at the Captain. I need something less hot… body heat.”
> Rainbow Dash looks at you, clearly catching on as to what you’re hinting.
> “Anon, I already tried that, but I keep getting a brain freeze when I tried…”
“Then the three of you can take turns!”
> Twilight is blushing mad, Luna is smiling widely, and Dashie is beside herself with anger.
> Rainbow: “NO WAY! Anon, that’s totally wrong, we’re-!”
“RAINBOW!”
> She stops in her argument, her ears lowering as she looks away.
“Right now things aren’t looking too hot for me. Ladies, suck away, please… you know what’s going to happen if you don’t.”
> Twilight: “Anon, you know that I can’t do that, even for a special reason; this is morally wrong.”
> Luna: “I’ll do it!”
> As the Princess gleefully gets her mind set, you try your best to explain to the other two.
“Guys, err, gals, look; I’m doing this for the sake of my penis, and Dashie. I can’t feel shit down there right now, so I can’t exactly ‘enjoy’ this.”
> Twilight shifts uneasily on the spot, and Rainbow looks up with her mind numbing eyes.
“Fuck, Rainbow, quit looking at me like that! You know I love you!”
> She blushes, and flies up to you in her second attempt to kiss mid-air.
> Done successfully this time, your hands go around her face as your lips embrace hers, the sensation of her mouth giving you newfound courage.
> During this time it took you a moment to realize the Luna was going at it below you.
> As you and Rainbow Dash stoically watch with poker faces, Luna’s moans penetrate the hall.
> Twilight, turning red from witnessing all this happening, is the first to comment.
> “I… I think I’m going to sit over here, this is making me feel nauseous.”
> You nod as Twilight relocates herself; she really is embarrassed, despite her best intentions for you.
> Rainbow Dash, resuming her duty of love-making, suddenly reaches in and kisses you once more, her tongue slipping through to press yours down in a pin.
“Mmm…”
> You grab Rainbow Dash from the air, caressing her in your arms as you fight for dominance with your mouth.
> Soon overtaking her, you quietly take your hand and rub her inner cutie mark, forcing her to retreat from the battle above to give a squeak.
> Luna is now groaning with her own pleasure, bobbing her head up and down as she begins to work her own marehood; looks like she’s been wanting this as much as Dash.
> If you weren’t frozenly hard already, you would have been throbbing at the noises around you.
> “Anon, is this really ok? There are people watching…”
“I think she’s distracted at the moment, and Twilight is doing… whatever she’s doing. Hey Luna, how’s it going down there?”
> She looks up with a weakened gazed, her eyes half open and saliva trailing from her mouth to the half thawed Captain.
> “Mm, yes, yes we are…”
“Aren’t you getting cold from it? It must be driving you crazy.”
> She snaps back to herself, giving you a stern look.
> “Puh-lease, motherfucker, I’ve felt colder things! Like my sister’s heart.”
> Twilight from behind a pillar: “Don’t talk that way about.. ughn… Princess Celestia…!”
> Looking over, you can hear muffle grunts of pleasure coming from out of sight, as you give a grin as wide as your mouth allows.
> It appears everyone in here, yourself included, is having a good time.
> Focusing back into Rainbow’s magenta eyes, you enter her mouth once more, continuing the conquest you’re so eager to win.
> The both of you closing your eyes, you take in the erotic sounds going around you as your stimulate each other; passion flashes between each of where the two of you are connected, like nerve tissue building between the hemispheres of the brain.
> You suddenly feel, after all this time, a sense of wholeness; not like the times of lusty action you’ve had with Rainbow before, you finally realize what it means to feel love like this.
> Having royalty suck your frozen dick, and your lover not caring for the world, as long as she’s with you- that’s true love, right there.
> You found a keeper.
-----
> As you very lightly work your hand into Rainbow, you mentally survey the scene, trying your best to ignore her moans of intense arousal.
> Trying your best to not hear Luna’s gasps as the thawing as almost done its work, The Captain slowly coming out of his catatonic state and slowly taking in the pleasure.
> You’re doing a fine job trying to disregard Twilight and her own sexual adventure over there, as she takes glances over at you and the group; does she have a fascination for watching, or what?
> You, not paying attention as you give your undivided focus to Rainbow, did not realize for a moment that the Captain is happily sailing away.
> Princess Luna, having endured the harsh colds of winter, DOES notice this, and decides that, having worked so hard to save the poor thing’s life, is going to get her money’s worth.
“Mmm…”
> As you move your hand faster and faster with Rainbow’s body, her moans gain volume once more, heavy panting as she clings to your chest.
> “Anon… it feels.. ah! So good…!”
> Suddenly, with the fluid motion sending feeling through you, you realize that-
> The Captain: “I’ve sailed to Antarctica and conquered her, and now I shall take on her highness, yarrrgh!”
> Looks like he’s back in business, and he’s sailing with a passion that no nautical being could ever match.
> Through the last remains of frost, your potent sexual drive erupts with the flow of blood, driving the mast to its fullest.
> The sounds around driving you to the edge long ago, you’re soon reaching a climax, as Luna is going to town on you.
> Rainbow: “Anon… I’m-!”
“Ah!”
> HA!
> As soon as you came, Dash decided to unknowingly synch with her peak as well, as her savvy juices pour onto Luna’s mane.
> Rainbow, looking down to apologize, sees that Luna had finished you off, all the meanwhile cursing at being hit by the aftermath of Dashie’s.
> Luna: “Vuh, UGH! What is this shit!”
> Rainbow: “WHAT THE HELL, LUNA!”
> Knocking the princess out of the way, Dash grabs onto the Captain and finishes up the janitor work.
“Rainbow… remember, gently.”
> She looks up at you with wide eyes, the Captain still in her mouth.
> How can that possibly be that cute, her innocent look while sucking what’s left?
> You have to time to ponder as you’re knocked out of her mouth, landing on your plot, as Luna and Dash dissolve into a petty scuffle of words.
> Luna: “What is this treachery? I did a noble job saving Anon’s, erm… thing,”
> Your esteem plummets with such cruel terminology.
> “And I for one feel that it was my duty as the rescuer to finish the job!”
> Dash: “Bullshit!”
> Twilight, coming out of her hiding spot, rushes to the Princess’s aid.
> Twilight: “Ugh, Rainbow, that’s no way to talk-“
> “I don’t CARE! Princess Luna knows what she was doing, and she knows that Anon is mine-!”
> Luna: “ANON! By royal decree, through my birthright, I command you to forget Rainbow Dash and love me!”
> …
> What?!
“Can she fucking do that?”
> Twilight, her jaw dropping at the comment, is bewildered.
> “I don’t even know, what is this?”
> Luna: “I said it, and it’s done, now begone!”
> Luna uses her magic and lifts both Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash, forcefully leading them outside the room.
> Twilight: “Whoa, wait, Princess…!”
> Dash: “Let me GO, LET ME GO!”
> Tucking your exhausted friend back into his place in your boxers, you panic and get to your feet; in a smooth motion, you grab Luna’s horn, and you’re suddenly vibrating like you’ve touched a live wire to a train engine.
> Luna, her horn in your possession, gasps at the feeling, pleasure without end endowing her mind.
> Her magic quickly ending, the other two mares drop to the floor as Luna gives the most seductive and enticing whimper she has ever had leave her mouth.
> “Ooooouuuhh~<3”
> Letting go after watching her make a face like she came five times, she collapses on the floor, drowning in her own ecstasy.
“What… the hell?”
> Coming forward with her inquisitive look, she goes to explain something you could have never remembered.
> “Her horn is very… sensitive to physical touch, like most unicorns.”
> Curiosity over taking you, you grasp Luna’s horn once more, and give it a slight jerk.
> Her eyes losing their pupils, she starts foaming at the mouth in the sensation.
> “Uoooohhuh…”
> Dash: “ANON!”
“Hehe, sorry, couldn’t resist… wait…”
> You approach Twilight, your hand extended in an intimidating manner.
> Twilight: “Anon, if you even try to, Celestia help me…!”
“Lawl, trying-“
> You grasp your hand around her horn as well, as Rainbow’s mouth drops in rage;
> You can’t but chuckle at this; it’s not like you’re grabbing their invisible dick!
> Or perhaps you are, as the effects are instantaneous.
> “An-!
> She gives a sharp intake of air, gasping at the sudden feeling.
> “Ugh…mmmmh…”
> She drops to her knees, savoring the feeling of someone actually touching her, as you beam with dirty pride.
> Suddenly, her horn glows, and you’re launched into the air, crashing into a pillar upside down.
“Oof.”
> Sliding down slowly, you make your way to the floor, your face rubbing in the marble.
> Dash: “Thanks Twilight, I couldn’t do it better myself.”
> Twilight: “No problem… Anon, what you did was wrong, and I don’t feel the least bit bad for what I did.”
“Urrrrfgh… mah bawlssss…”
> “Ok, I feel a little bad, but you deserved it.”
“Mah BAWLSSS…”
> Twilight feels ridden with guilt now, but thankfully Rainbow Dash kicks to her rescue.
> “ANON!”
“Whaaat…?”
> “You stupid dodo bird! Just because I love you, doesn’t mean it’s ok for you to do something like that!”
> Getting yourself in a more dignified position, you comfortably point out something
“I think every single pony in here has now done something they regret.”
> Rainbow, ready to respond, falters with this, and looks away.
> “Fine, but we’re even now.”
“Deal.”
> The three of you look at Princess Luna, and for the umpteenth time, you get back in a upright position.
“Princess… I don’t honestly know if you were joking earlier, or if what you say can actually be allowed, but know that you’ll never find love if you forcibly use your royalty; I thought you had learned this with the festival.”
> “Ughhh…”
> She sounds just like you a moment ago, as you can’t help but giggle, along with the other two mares. Luna is still gazing into nonexistence, her tongue hanging out.
“Well, uh… I love Rainbow Dash, and I understand you may like me, and I like you too, don’t get me wrong! It’s just, uh… yeah, Rainbow Dash.”
> “…”
“Anyhow, I think it’s time Rainbow and I… uh…?”
> Luna, regaining her senses, has tears pouring down, and Twilight hobbles over, wiping her face.
> “We know… I mean, I know… I just… you’re the first person to recognize me for who I am, you understood me! Why can’t there be other folks like you?!”
> You grimace, understand the situation immediately. It was just like Fluttershy, all over again, except she managed to control herself to the last minute.
> You seriously have a mare harem going on.
> … Mare, harem… marem?
> You might be onto something here!
> “Well, Princess, if you don’t mind me saying it…”
> You’re surprised that it was Twilight to speak up in this sorrowful moment, as Dashie takes her place by your side.
> Luna, looking up at Twilight quizzically, is looking like a helpless puppy at this point.
> “W-… what…?”
> Twilight, in a motherly way you’ve never seen her act before, nudges her nose under Luna’s chin, lifting it up; she then rubs her face into Luna’s side affectionately.
> It’s a beautiful d’aww moment, as you and Rainbow cuddle closer together, touched by the scene.
> “Twilight, what is the meaning of…?”
> “Princess Luna, I understood you long ago, I told you this before, remember? I know many ponies are afraid of you, and I know that… your sister doesn’t treat you fairly, but know I’ll always be there for you.”
> Twilight pecks the side of Luna’s face with a light kiss, and gives a sheepish smile after realizing everyone was watching.
> Twilight: “Anon.”
“Yo. Why is everyone saying my name so seriously, lately?”
> She giggles and tilts her head in such a charming way.
> “Can I have that box I gave you earlier?”
> Ha! You’ve witness enough MLP to know where this is heading.
“I’ll be honest, I really don’t think that it’s such a good idea.”
> She pouts at you, but stops immediately after Rainbow gives her a deadpan stare, who then turns her eyes towards you.
> Dashie: “Anon, you never did tell me what that was, and it hurt badly when it got in my eyes! What the heck was it?”
> Ruffling her hair, you waltz over to the remains of your shreaded coat, and pull out the box in question.
> Opening it up and taking a small sip, you exhale a hearty yell at the taste.
“WoooWEE!”
> They all look at you, with enormous eyes, as they wait for you to give an explanation.
> Well, might as well give a layman tale.
“This here is called… *hic* Oh, goodness me, I didn’t think I had that much. Give me a moment.”
> You hastily sit back down next to Dash, eager to place yourself before a small buzz kicks in.
“Anyhow. This is alcohol, it’s a type of drink like apple cider and water, but it has special effects.”
> Twilight: “Kind of like… a potion?”
> Close enough.
“Exactly like a potion, but it is meant to be ingested for a very distinct reason.”
> Luna: “And what reason would that be?”
“To get wildly drunk off your ass.”
-----
> Rainbow: “Drunk, what kind of thing is that?”
“Rainbow, I forbid you to drink any more but a small sip of this, because if we’re going to have some fun, we’re doing it sober.”
> “Sober?”
“Eck. Sober is the opposite of drunk; to be drunk means you’re under the effects of alcohol; you can also say intoxicated.”
> Twilight: “Wait, doesn’t ‘intoxicated’ mean to be poisoned? Doesn’t that mean you’re drinking a poison?”
> You give a sigh; she’s very right, and it certainly isn’t the safest practice.
“I myself have drank a few good times of my life, and here I am.”
> Twilight gives you a vicious glare, and the sudden memory of your “real” condition is kicks in.
> “That is, to say, that alcohol is a drink that is not meant for the body, and does not give the body anything good besides a stronger liver if you’re very moderate about it.”
> Twilight: “So… it’s a poisonous drink that humans drink to make their liver stronger?”
“No, no, not at all; try not to think of it as a poison; while it is indeed harmful if you drink waaaay too much, it has only basic effects if you consume a certain amount. Dashie, take a sip.”
> Rainbow, her curious at your beckoning to do something she has been quietly wanting to try, opens her mouth.
“Now, do your best to not gag on it, it won’t taste the best at first. I’m only giving you a small amount for you to understand the concept.”
> Twilight: “Anon, be careful…”
> Rainbow: “Geez, Twilight, I’ll be fine!”
> With that, you pour what you wager to be about a measured 1/2 cup down her, stopping when she looks like she’s ready to cough it out.
> You pat her back softly as she hacks at the taste.
> “Ugh, you weren’t kidding, Anon! That stuff burns your throat a bit!”
> Hoping you didn’t give her too much, given her size, and pray it wears off soon once she feels it.
 
> She licks her lips, cringes, and looks at you to explain the lack of result.
> “Eck! Anon, I don’t think it’s doing anything.”
> Without warning, you pick up her, resting her on your almost bare lap while stroking her mane.
“Relax, it’ll work in a couple minutes. To clarify this: Alcohol makes your thinking process forcefully slower, if you will.”
> Twilight is still confused as to the purpose of it, while Rainbow enters her Zen state; you’re not quite sure as to whether it’s due to the alcohol, the presence of your touch, or a combination of the two.
> “But, why would you want to do that; doesn’t that basically make you, well… more stupid?”
> Ah, the age old argument of the sober society, and you’re ready to answer it with a question of your own.
“Twilight; why did you want some?”
> She darts her eyes in several directions, not sure as to what to say.
“You DO understand, that this is something that ‘helps’ other ponies think and do things they would otherwise find absurd?”
> She chuckles frantically, as if she realized you were onto her.
> You WERE onto her, and it’s hard not to, considering her and Luna are lying next to each other, opposite of you and Luna.
> “You mean, like being a mare and seducing other mares?”
> Your mouth drops, and your eyes bulge; not Twilight, but Princess Luna asked this question, her eyes with intent and waiting for an answer.
> You’re dumbfounded, and it appears Twilight is too, staring at the Princess with such shock that you fear she may explode into a mass of spaghetti.
> Scratching the back of your head nervously, you attempt to answer the question honestly.
“Well, yes, I suppose if you consumed enough; in my world, it has been known to happen-“
> Luna’s horn glows, and the box is ripped from your possession into hers, and with a moment of hesitation, she swigs,
> And swigs,
> And swigs a bit more, before stopping, and dropping it to the floor.
> Your eyes have dried out, unable to blink, and your jaw has successfully unhinged to lower itself considerably more.
> Twilight, her innocently devious mind faring no better, is frozen in place, with her mouth ajar.
> Even Rainbow Dash, who seems to be rocking it at the moment, turns to witness the sight.
> After a moment of intense silence, Luna opens her more, and you prepare to dodge the vomit soon to fly out.
> What instead happens is what appears to be a fusion of a monstrous belch combined with the Ye Olde Royal Voice, the breath of alcohol blowing past you in a ferocious wind.
> Rainbow: “*Cough* Damn, Luna! That could have killed a filly if she was too close!”
> Luna: “Hehe, yeah… Twilight.”
> Twilight: “Y-yes, Princess Luna?”
> Luna: “For tonight, just call me Luna, and have some of this, it’s not that bad.”
> Without a second need to be asked, Twilight pulls the container over with her own magic, and takes a generous amount herself.
> Coughing greatly at the aftertaste, she closes the box and tosses it aside, swaying lightly on the spot.
> “H-Hey, Anon… *hic*”
“Yes, Rainbow Dash?”
> “What smells like candy and is soaking wet?”
> Oh lord, the horrible jokes.
“Your marehood, I presume?”
> “Nope~”
> Oh Nayru, she’s trying to fly- OOF!
> She crashes into your head between her legs, and you’re now back on the floor, weee~!
> “Your face!”
> Haha, you’re tipsy and she fooled you!
> Seriously though, she’s on your head, and her marehood is pretty moist, so she was right in all respects.
> Lifting her up, she’s laughing hysterically at her own joke while Luna and Twilight quietly watch, waiting for the magic of alcohol to work on them as well.
> You give a sigh at the monster you’ve unleashed, and yet you regret nothing.
“Luna, do you trust me?”
> “Well, of fucking course, you’re Anon!”
“Twilight, do you trust me?”
> “O-of course!”
“Don’t even wait for the alcohol, I know what the two of you are thinking right now.”
> Luna and Twilight look at each other, blushing pink on both their faces, before responding at the same time.
> “… You do?”
“For the love of Hippocrates, just kiss already!”
> They look at each other again, both grinning sheepishly.
> Twilight: “Is that… ok?”
> Luna: “Well, we- I don’t see why not…”
> With you and suddenly Rainbow watching the two, Luna nervously lowers her head to Twilight’s, and after a breathtaking pause, their lips meet in a small kiss.
> Both of their eyes close, relishing the moment, and before they could let the world engulf them with fiery passion, the separate themselves once more.
> Luna: “*Ahem* That was, interesting.”
> Twilight: “This will look great for my ‘personal research’!”
> YOU KNEW IT!
-----
> Before you could say a word, they silently go back at it, this time a more enthusiastic attempt.
> Their tongues leaving their mouths as they tilt their heads opposite, you suddenly feel a bit hot.
> It appears another bullet is left in the chamber, because the Captain is up and ready for a second voyage.
> Looking down to see if Rainbow noticed, you watch in awe as you see her just staring at the two, her wings slowly rising like a sunset.
> Up,
> Up,
> And bam! Full mast, just as aroused as you at the scene.
“Hehe, Dashie~!”
> She looks at you, her eyes half open; flinching as you put your hand on her head, she shifts so it runs down her sleeky mane, as she gazes into your eyes.
> “What’s up, Anon?”
> You feel a sharp pain in your chest, and you wince, waiting a moment for it to pass.
> You want to kiss her, you want to hold her; you want to be with her for as long as you’re here.
> It might not happen with how your body is holding, but for tonight, you’re going to make the most of it.
> “Anon… are you ok?”
> Focusing back on her, you see she’s doing her best to keep her attention on you, but is slightly tipsy still.
“Yeah, I’m splendid. Follow me; I want to tell you something.”
> As you both make your way to the remains of the bed, you survey the damage; while the frame has gone to hell, the mattress seems quite intact.
> Lifting it up and taking it out, you tug it over to a suitable spot on the floor.
> It’s perfect, but… it’s just not it.
> You look at Rainbow, who’s recovered decently, and is looking at the mattress before returning her gaze to you.
> “So, uh… is this where…?”
“YO, Luna!”
> You yell over to the Princess, who is in the middle of a steamy session of licking Twilight’s horn.
> “Yo, sup dawg?”
> Apparently alcohol reduces her speaking skills to slang.
“Is this the only thing in this room? I like the single bed and pillars and all, but…”
> “Ha! Yo diggity foo, you not see da levah ova der?”
> You follow to where her hoof is pointing, and behold! A somewhat large switch is chilling on the wall, much to your disorientation.
> Why did you not see that before? It’s as if it was hidden from your eyes until it’s obvious position was given away.
“Huh, interesting. Thanks!”
> “Fo shizzle, fo-OOH~! <3”
> Apparently it was Twilight’s turn to work Luna’s horn.
-----
As you and Rainbow walk to the risky looking switch, she plops on your shoulders and hugs around your neck.
> “I don’t know, Anon…”
“Eh, maybe it’s a guest room or something.”
> With no clops given, you pull down the contraption, and to your amazement a section of the wall itself lowers to the floor.
> Walking through, your eyes widen to the sight you’re taking in.
> “Anon, this is…”
“Yeah, I think that WAS the guest room.”
> A gigantic room before you, a large waterfall magically falls into a pond, but not before hitting an umbrella shaped platform, expertly hanging over a…
“Is that a bed?”
> Walking up to it, you realize that the pond is pretty much the entire floor, with a wide path to the bed.
> Crystal clear water, lily pads, koi fish even; you see this is what could be the most romantic bedroom one could wish for.
> Walking to the veil of flowing water, the bed on a different platform, the water magically separates for you to hop through.
> Rainbow, still on your shoulder, raises her hoof forward, and with her most innocent voice, she yells softly,
> “Lok’tar Ogar~!”
> Without a second too lose, you launch yourself forward, headfirst, and land smack dab into the middle of the very squishy cushion, the blanket as soft as a silken angel.
> Rainbow Dash flops off your shoulder on the mattress as well, laughing at how ridiculous you looked as you leapt forward.
> Still on her back, her wings relaxed on the blankets, she looks at you with a wide smile as the waterfall resumes.
> Getting into a sitting position, you lay your arms beyond you, supporting yourself to lean back as you look around;
> The view is perfect; the reflection of the water obscures the view outside. It’s as if you’re in your own world here.
> Ignoring, of course, the notion that you’re already in a different world whilst trapped in your head.
> “Hey, Anon?”
“Yes?”
> “What does ‘lok’tar ogar mean?”
“It’s a phrase that means ‘victory or death’. Very fitting, to say the least.”
> “Heh, oh.”
> A minute passes, as neither of you move, enjoying the bliss of the water flowing and the completeness of you two being together.
> “Hey, Anon?”
“Yes?”
> “Do you think there was a reason you got sent here, to Equestria?”
> Your heart, feeling an emptiness since you’ve came here, has finally become complete. Your family, your friends, everything was swept away from you, and you from them.
> You remember their words in your blank white dreams, their stories they tell you when they know you can’t respond; your mother, telling you how much she’s missed you, how she wants to see a smile on your face once more.
> You were always afraid, afraid of losing everything, but with someone there for you in this lonely, cold world, ready to protect you, it’s become worth it.
> Even if that “someone” is a rowdy turquoise pegasus with questionably respectable flying skills.
“Yes, I do.”
> “Oh, alright.”
“Aren’t you going to ask why?”
> Still looking at you upside down, she gives a half grin, half frown.
> “Well, I didn’t think you would know!”
“Well, I think I do. Want to hear it?”
> “Yeah, sure!”
“I think…”
> You pause for a moment, pretending to be scrutinizing in concentration.
> “You think…?”
“… that I was sent here because of my love for superman flavored ice cream.”
> “Anon!”
> You laugh in a way you haven’t been able to in days, weeks, months even.
> Finally feeling like the world is at peace with itself, even if it’s in partial chaos with your existence, you could die at this moment and be content.
> Wait, wait! Before you inspire fate, let’s hold off the “take me now world” deal for another hour.
> You look at Rainbow, who’s also quietly observing you; her colorful mane is laid about, leaving her neck exposed; her lips are posed forward, as if she’s subconsciously trying to kiss you.
> Her front hooves are covering her chest, as if the last moments of her virginity, she suddenly is conscious of her bare body, embarrassed to reveal it to you.
> Her hind legs are more relaxed, angling in opposite directions; her marehood is plainly visible to you right now- until she realizes what you’re looking at, and crosses her legs.
> “Hey, Anon?”
“Yes?”
> She gives an upside-down grin before blushing, and gives you the widest eyes she had to offer.
> “Love me.”
“As you wish.”
-----
> Meanwhile, it appears Princess Luna and Twilight have refused to budge from the general area, suddenly becoming plastered from the quick intake of the liquor.
> Letting the flow of natural order overtake them, they’ve went past the sensual caressing of the horns, and have now turned to…
> Well, they don’t quite know what to do next, as they stand next to each other.
> Luna: “Well, ugh… vut du we doo nah?”
> Twilight: “I’m not exactly sure, myself, hehe! <3”
> Luna, descending into a full blown Arnold Schwarzenegger accent, uses her magic to pull up a touch screen.
> Luna: “Ere, I’oo contak Anun un see waht hee sahs tah doouh!”
> Twilight: “But, Anon is right over there… how are you going to-?”
> Luna: “Anun shaahd wit meuh technoolugy daat aloos instunt cuntak!”
-----
> As you’re reaching to pull off your boxers, Rainbow now on her back and facing you, a large screen abruptly blips on between the two of you- revealing a plainly drunk Luna, with Twilight hazily leaning against her.
> Luna: “ELLLLERRR!”
“Jesus H. Murphy!”
> You fall back on your backside, boxers hanging around your waist. Rainbow jumps with an equal amount of fright.
“What the hell, Luna! I’m trying work some magic in here!”
> “Tro lo lo lo, aye es too!”
“…What?”
> Twilight: “I think she’s trying to say, ‘She’s trying to use magic too’.”
> Luna: “Das wuht ayem suyun!”
> Twilight: “You’re… Saiyan?”
> “No, sauyun!”
> “Oh, saying! Anyhow, Anon, we, uh… don’t know what to do.”
> You look with the screen in unpolluted disbelief.
> Areyoufuckingkiddingme.wav
“Have you, erm, touched each other’s horns?”
> “Yus!”
> “Yep.”
“Hm. Have some fun with each other’s marehood, then? Twilight has an inner cutie mark. There’s no instruction guide on this, you two; just let your feelings take it wherever it goes.”
> “Duhuh, awroughty den!”
> “Alright, thanks Anon!”
> The screen disappears, and you try to give zero fucks as you remove your undies the rest of the way.
> Rainbow, blushing with a pink tint, crosses her arms.
> “Hey, Anon…”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
> “Well, your dick and my wings, but,”
> Noice!
> “How did you know about Twilight’s inner cutie mark?”
> By Gandalf’s staff, she sure knows how to put you on the spot in the most awkward of times.
> You decide to be honest as always, the truth usually being the best route with Rainbow.
“Well, when I went to ask Twilight a couple questions about some things, and I may or not found the “personal section” in her library.”
> “Nyeheh, she has a personal section there?”
“Ohhhh yeah; let’s just say she’s going into ‘personal research’ right now.”
> You both wink at each other, approving of the pun.
> “What about those ‘questions’, is something going on?”
> You manage to deflect the urge to cringe, as you bare your entirely naked body before her; she’s embarrassed that she’s seeking you like this, looking away in a flush.
> “Anon, that’s mean…”
“Hehe, this is all for you, Dashie. I’ll answer whatever you ask me, but let’s put it on a later date, shall we?”
> She looks at you, finding that you’re making humorous thrusting motions, and gives an enthusiastic cackle
> “Bweheheha! Alright, alright, are you ready, Anon? I won’t be going easy on you!”
> You seductively shuffle your way over to her, inches away from entering her marehood.
> She quickly hushes up, waiting for the moment at hand with a gaze of resolve.
“You’re on bottom this time, sweetheart. Fasten your seatbelt and keep your hooves to yourself, you’re in for one heck of a ride.”
> You lower yourself above her, almost looking like you’re going to show off doing a push-up.
> She grabs around your neck and pulls you closer to her, as you lightly press your body against hers.
> Her being shorter than you, you patiently wait to reposition yourself for the true moment, as your tongues begin the final clash to determine the victor.
> It appears that somehow her relit passion to having you so close to her has turned her mouth into a driving force to be reckoned with; almost within a few seconds of the battle, she pins your tongue on your own teeth, and savagely clamps down with her own, holding it in position to whip it into mercy.
> Separating to gather air and to commune with your loss, Dash looks into your eyes with a violet colored form of victory.
> “See? Told ya! Ten seconds-”
“Flat, yeah, yeah. Now, enough with the appetizer, are you ready for the main course?”
> Her face turns from glee to solemn, as she gives a stern nod.
> She’s been waiting for this moment, and perhaps so have you.
> As you steady yourself vertically, you grab her flank with both your arms, and instead of pushing yourself forward, you leisurely pull her within a millimeter of the Captain, letting it slide on top of it and rubbing past her clit.
> She braces from the stimulation, a low gratifying groan climbing from her throat as the physical contact drives her crazy.
> “A…non…!”
> Wasting no effort in denying her, you move her back once more, and this time you slide her in a fashion that has your dick smoothly entering her about halfway.
> “Mmm..ooohh…!”
“Mmm…”
> You pull back out as soon as her body permits you to, her kegel muscles spasming at the feeling, trying to hold you in place.
> Striding back in a second time, you’re met with abrasive resistance once more, but the juices building inside causes you to be more than a match for her, as you penetrate her to the hilt.
> The pleasures screaming in anguish meet the both of you, as Dash begins a moan that you finish with your own vocals.
> Looking into each other’s eyes, you feel the completion to its fullest extent, her song of emotions serenading through her gentle soul to you, as you silently answer with your own melody.
> As you begin a motion to follow the paced beating in your heart, you press your hands on either side of her, as you both become allured in each other’s eyes once more.
> Each thrust in is met with a gasp or squeak of some sort, as you build your urges into a sexually aroused pant.
“This… this is great…!”
> “I know! I-it hurts a bit, but it feels…!”
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wk-Kdsqm8l8
> As your heart rate picks up, so does your pace, as your willpower spirits to a height that ascends the heavens above, sailing the cosmos as your feelings with Rainbow Dash connects to a higher stature than ever seen before.
> Rainbow Dash, her physical being moving with each motion you make, has entered her own aroused trance, interjecting her true presence in your own mind.
> The sounds of falling water clouding reality, you’re soon in another existence with Dash, a flowing world where nothing matters but you and her.
> As you both hold each other in arms, reasoning void of all but your feelings for each other, you feel the pleasure enveloping the two of you as you let seconds become minutes, the pattern of carnal instinct guiding your way through the intense experience.
> As Dash and yourself drive reality to the edge, breaking the laws of spatial entities itself, you forget, for the first time in your life here, the essence of pain, the agony of absence;
> Your previous existence no longer matters, your past self of anger and frustration melts away.
> All you need or want is her, and to live your life with and for her.
> You love Rainbow Dash.
> Rainbow Dash loves you.
> Betty loves spaghetti,
> And stories about puke and poo.
-----
> Soon you leave your inter-dimensional drifting with Dash, you return to your being in the bed; picking up Dash and slamming on your back, you shift from the dominater to the dominatee.
> “Anon, what are you…!”
“Your chance to shine, this is your moment to show just how fast you can go!”
> Taking her own initiative and building up a enthused motivation, she begins to mimic the motion you were so effortlessly pulling.
> Having caused the pleasure on her own accord, however, is causing her minor difficulty.
> “Anon, doing this myself is…*squeak* hard…”
> You put your hands around her thighs, and help her move in such a way that it satisfies the both of you.
> “Oooh, Anon-!”
> You give an awkward father-like smile, trying to instruct Rainbow on how to move with her emotions; you continue to show her the way, and soon she’s bouncing up and down like a pro.
“Just… mm… be careful not to… ah… get too vigorous…!”
> “Me, vigorous? Naahhh- oh!”
> It appears in her enthusiasm she pulled out too far, and plops on your still tender balls.
> The Captain: “AIYEE! Mayday, we’re taking heavy damage!”
> You give a deafening croaking noise, as if a bullfrog has materialized from your chest.
“GRAOAAHK!”
> “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
> Trying to roll with the setback, you reach down to reinsert yourself, only to be stopped by a cyan hoof.
> “No, let me do this.”
> You give an ashamed nod and she kneels back over you, doing her best to balance as she fumbles with your eagerly throbbing member.
> Watching her as she cutely makes the effort, she finally gets it back in, and with yet another squeal both of you get back into action.
-----
> Meanwhile, Luna and Twilight, now both all-out drunk, have given up trying to communicate with other using words, and instead have been noisily doing whatever the fuck they feel like.
> After doing an interesting 69 position, they help but silently admit that prodding each other’s guts with a horn is a tad discomforting.
> Luna, apparently the dominant one, uses her magic to put Twilight into a disoriented position.
> “Buh… Runa…?”
> Luna, getting behind her, lowers her horn down in what frankly can only be an intimidating manner.
> “I’z shoo yoo wut mah sissie taut mee~<3”
> “Wait, yor sist- WHOOOOAUGH!”
> Luna, unable to focus as to where she’s aiming, shows Twilight the secret technique that Celestia used on her during the “fun days”.
> Sadly, despite her best intentions, she did not properly put in Twilight’s very sensitive marehood, but her…
> “L-L-Luna! That’s not where you-!”
> Luna, not paying any attention, begins her magic and turns her horn into a vibrating monster.
> Twilight, still pained by the entry into her foxhole, is now yelling in both agony and confused pleasure.
> Trying to lift her head to lick at Twilight’s juicing marehood, Luna soon realizes that Twilight’s smaller stature makes this impossible, all the meanwhile lifting Twilight’s flank off the ground with her horn.
> “LUNA! AIYEEEE!”
> Twilight pulls a pillow to her with magic, and bites it like it contained the liquor of life.
> As Luna ruts her horn back and forth, Twilight gives muffled shouts of awkward desire.
> “This is NOT-ugh! Going into my book awaawwugh~!”
> The doors to the room are suddenly kicked in, as Celestia intrudes in a frenzied rage with a dozen personal guards.
> “What in my name is going- MY WORD.”
> She’s dumbfoundedly staring at the sight of her baby sister and dedicated student going at it like drunken rhinos.
> Twilight poker faces at her mentor, reaching a point of awkward silence that only she could reach such extremes.
> Luna, still stuck in Twilight, rotates her head sideways to see her appalled sibling.
> “Sissieeeee~!”
> Celestia doesn’t even know what to say, stuttering the words that she tries desperately to give to the infantry.
> “G-g-g-guards! Uh, buh-duh… go, go for a break.”
> “Your majesty?”
> “You heard me; I need you to relocate yourselves from this area until called for. I need to… educate my sister.”
> The guards look shiftily at each other, guessing what’s going to happen next.
> “Err, yes, your highness.”
> As the squadron exits the room, Celestia seals it with a magic strong enough to halt a balrog from passing.
> As the other two mares look in bewilderment, Celestia turns her head ever so slowly; upon her face revealing her stretched and gleeful smile, Twilight and Luna both realize that a third wheel is about to come into play.
> “Twilight, I thought you learned that it’s bad to be given something from others when you don’t give back?”
-----
> Celestia quickly pulls Luna out of her pupil and brings Twilight over.
> Luna: “H-Hey! I waz usin her furst!”
> Celestia: “Remember that it’s always good to share, Luna.”
> Luna pouts at this, but nods in consent.
> “Now Twilight, have you tried my sister’s sweet marehood?”
> “No I haven’t, Princess, but… wait, what? What?!”
> Luna blushes as she uses magic to clean off the filth left on her horn.
> “We’re centuhrehs uld, Twi-Twi! We liekz to have fuhn now nden.”
> “Does it bother my most faithful student that we’ve learned lessons no other mare sisters could?”
> This makes the intoxicated Twilight blush wildly, her face red from the thoughts of just what these sisters truly did.
> “W-well, no, not exactly.”
> Celestia grins, and lifts Twilight’s chin up to bring her eye-to-eye.
> “Would you like a personal lesson, Twilight Sparkle?”
> The little mare couldn’t resist the dark temptation, her loyalty mixing with her eagerness.
> “Yes I would, Princess.”
> Celestia nods proudly, lowering her chin and winks at her sister.
> “Luna here hasn’t had a decent… amount of attention in a particular area; however, if my vivid memory serves me well, she has a delicate and most *delicious* taste to her.”
> Luna is apparently embarrassed by the attention her older sister is giving her.
> “Tiuh~! Duts humul-lee-ating!”
> The sun based royalty sighs at her moon counterpart’s drunken behavior, and prods Twilight towards her.
> “Try a taste; if there’s one thing I want to teach you, it’s how to use your tongue.”
XXXXXX
-----
> Dashie, moving with a will beyond her own, is going with a speed that far outpaced yours.
“Rainbow, you’re going to fast-!”
> “I can’t help it; I’m getting… so close…!”
> You feel obliged to help her finish the job, and you begin pelvic thrusting upwards, driving yourself deeper within as each connection of hilt to sheath forces her to yell in lustful desire.
> Feeling yourself reaching your limit, you decide the opportunity to share with her in sync as you feel her tightening around you.
> Her hooves on your midriff, she finally stops in a final drive, her concluding yell of passionate desire satiates your mind.
> “AhhhhhAHHHHHHH!”
> Her crooning yell of urgence, combined to the grip she has on you, is more than enough to drive you into your own climax, as you muffle your own groan of satisfaction.
> As she collapses on your chest, her muscles still pumping you for all your climax’s worth.
> Satisfied just as much as she is, you rest a hand on her sighing head.
> “Anon, that was… wonderful.”
“Yes, yes it was.”
> You both enjoy the seeping stupor of the hormones released, the lingering pleasure of committing to such a sinful deed.
> “Hey, Anon?”
“Yes?”
> “Your heart beats funny, it’s like… ‘ba-dump, ba-dump’.”
“That’s how a human heart beats normally, how does yours go?”
> “It’s kind of like.. ‘boo-dump-boo, boo-dump-boo’.
> Interesting; you’re not sure if she just hasn’t heard one right, or if they’re actually different.
> “I think I like yours better, it changes now and then.”
“How so?”
> “Every few beats, it kind of goes ‘ba-ba-dump’, or ‘ba-dump, dump’, is your heart trying to make a song?”
> You wince, not knowing what to say to that; your heart is likely developing arrhythmia in its final days, if that’s possible.
“Yeah, but only if it’s near you- it’s my heart trying to play a song for you.”
> She chuckles quietly, inaudibly looking into the water.
> “Hehe… that’s a lie, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes it is. I don’t know why it does that, but I figured that would be the best answer.”
> She nestles up to your chest, the fulfilled Captain sliding out in a wet plop.
> “Maybe it’s just scared? It should know it’s safe when I’m around to protect it…”
> She nuzzles her nose into your chest, kissing where your beating heart rests.
“I’m sure it does, Dashie.
> Retaining both your arms around her, you hold her close as the exhaustion of staying up so late lures the both of you into a fitting sleep.
> “Hey… Anon…?”
“Yes…?”
> “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
-----
> In the intervening time, as you fall into a peace slumber with Dashie, Luna and Twilight are also passed out, the enervation of alcohol and fatigue overtaking them.
> Twilight is sound asleep, although discomforted, on the pillow she took.
> Luna, Celestia, and Twilight all have their turns tucked tidily away in each other’s plot, dreaming in what could only be assumed a most pleasing reverie.
> Prince Blueblood and Cheerilee, who could not find a way into the base to disrupt your plans, were found a few hours later by Luna’s guards, still in their dark robes; having poorly resisted the rutting and moaning sounds coming from the building inside, they took refuge on the roof and committed wild, passionate horse sex.
> No one understood why they were there, why they were dressed like that, why they were listening in to the lustful scene inside, or why they wildly bucked afterwards, but they now reside in the lunar jail for Luna to decide their fate.
> What a night.
> THE END