Title:           Raingoo Dash (Ch. 1-3) - Raingoo Begins
Author:          Gatorbait
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First Edit:      Sunday 16th of December 2012 01:04:47 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 16th of December 2012 01:04:47 PM CDT

Chapter One – Womb for One More? (requested by Anon)
 
>Day WHY in Equestria.
>You are Raingoo Dash.
>When you were assisting Twilight Sparkle with a new spell, she suffered a serious ‘magical mishap’.
>It resulted in turning your body into a semi-solid state that she keeps insisting on calling ‘Gak’.
>While she is interested in your altered compo…
>Compa…
>…
>While she wants to know what makes you tick, Twilight’s doing her best to fix the mistake.
>But, after what happened to ‘Floamershy’, you’re not really too keen on putting yourself up for experimentation.
>Poor mare hardened over night and now Twilight’s trying to figure out how to fix that too.
>Because of your not-quite-solid condition, flying is next to impossible.
>You’re getting better at it, but you keep dripping when you flap your wings.
>That sucks.
>Being gooey however is
“AWESOME!”
>With a squeal, you dribble down the steps in Anon’s home.
>The sensation of rolling over the rough oaken steps, stimulating your
>Well
>Everything
>Is pretty great.
>Even better is the fact that you can go flat.
>Completely flat.
>Glooping down the stairs at uncanny speeds.
>No one is really quite sure how you move so fast in your no-limbed state, but you’re not going to question it.
>If you can’t fly, you may as well have a good time.
>Anonymous gives you a sly smile, stepping over you as you hit the ground floor.
>“Having fun?”
“You know it!”
>It is fun, not as fun as flying, but being on the ground has given you a different sort of perspective.
>Especially with your special some-pony, Anonymous.
>A real stand out from the royal pricks that most stallions ended up being.
>Kind, compassionate to a fault, and genuinely weird.
 
>You giggle as the last thought crosses your mind.
>Weird interesting, always with something new on his mind, but being from another world, he thought differently than most ponies.
>And that was exciting.
>He was incredibly understanding about your situation, even opening his home to you when you found out you couldn’t fly to your cloud.
>Helped you through the struggle of adjusting to life on the ground.
>Everything that you had hoped for in a special some-pony, but had convinced yourself you would never find.
>There’s just, one thing that you would fix about your arrangement.
>You haven’t got any of that crazy, crazy monkey dick in a month and a half.
>It’s ridiculous!
>Here you are, the peak of sexual perfection, able to do anything and everything to him
>(You could even crawl up his ass and hug his prostate if that’s what he wanted!)
>and he can’t even be bothered to get his tip wet.
>It’s driving you insane.
>As he passes over you again, you toy with the idea of squirming just enough so that he would step on you.
>Just, just to see what it would feel like.
>Maybe he would slip
>Fall on top of you.
>And you could show him how much you missed him.
>But his foot hits the ground before you make up your mind.
>Sighing, you begin to reform yourself, head first, eventually pulling your entire ‘body’ out of the puddle of goo you had been.
>That never stops getting weird.
“So, what’ve we got on the agenda today?”
>You’ve gotten used to your new body in the past month so that you can harden parts of yourself at will.
>Anon appreciates that you don’t squick anymore when you trot around the house.
 
>“C’mon, Dashie, you know that I’ve got to work with Rarity this week.”
>Ugh, Rarity.
>Miss Pretty Pastel Pony.
>Squishiest of all ponies in Ponyville.
>Well, she’s your friend, of course.
>And you would never dream of wishing anything bad on her.
>But ever since the ‘accident’, YOUR special somepony has been spending more time with her than he has with you!
>Y’know, not counting sleeping, eating, hanging out…
>Okay so maybe he doesn’t spend all his time on her.
>But, to be honest, you’re a little…
>Intimidated.
>Not that there isn’t a good reason for that.
>Rarity’s gorgeous!
>She knows it, and so does every other thing within a ten mile radius of Ponyville.
>And then there was the time that you went to Cloudsdale to compete in The Best Young Fliers Competition.
>And Rarity just so happened to have magic butterfly wings that Twilight graced her with.
>And then she just so happened to unnerve you, and entrance the entire audience with her good looks and classy demeanor.
>You don’t have anything like that!
>She’s plush.
>You’re tiny.
>She’s got enough class to rub hooves with Canterlot Elite.
>You were best friends with a royal jerk of a gryphon.
>How are you supposed to compete with that?
>Okay, cool it Dash.
>You’re getting worked up over nothing.
>Just, ask him what they’ve been working on.
>It’ll be easy and you can put all this to rest.
“So, um, what are you two, working on?”
>“Oh, you know, clothing stuff.”
“Oh, yeah.  That would make a lot of sense.”
>Giving a laugh, Anon reaches out and ruffles your mane.
>It doesn’t quite have the same effect any more, sending goo squishing left and right, but you still relish in his touch.
 
>“All right, I’ll be back later tonight, okay?  You keep working on staying solid.”
“Yeah yeah.”
>You put on your best smile and swat his butt as he walks for the door.
>Giving you a teasing look over the shoulder, he closes the door behind him.
>With Anon gone, you see to a couple of chores around the house, before collapsing into a gooey puddle.
>It hurt to stay solid for too long, and you were in no mood to be hurting today.
>As you quiver on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, you form a mouth and take a deep breath.
“OHMYGOSHHEISTOTALLYCHEATINGONME!”
>Ugh, this is awful.
>You should have known when he started denying you the dick.
>But can you really blame him?
>You’re not even able to maintain a three-dimensional body for more than half a day.
>Sure you can do all kinds of cool new tricks but, he’s not taking you up on it at all.
>And he’s absolutely insatiable in bed, so he must be getting relief from somewhere!
>Rarity is the only option.
>But, what can you do?
>Lifting a gooey, half-formed limb, you sigh.
>And then smile.
>What can you do?
>Any
>Thing
>You
>Want.
>
>Daybreak, Ponyville.
>Anonymous, still fast asleep beside you.
>You lost form in the middle of the night, but that’s par for the course.
>It also makes escaping his vicegrip hug that much easier.
>With a few twists and squirms, you’re free, glooping for the door.
>You leave him a note, of course, saying you’re going to see if Twilight has figured out a way to turn you solid again.
>And you will.
>Right after you pay Rarity a visit.
 
>Slinking across town, you find your way to the Carousel Boutique and shimmy under the door.
>Being gooey, once again, is totally, AWESOME!
>As the fastest thing with no legs, you throw yourself up the stairs to Rarity’s bedroom.
>If you bothered to form a mouth, it would be grinning as you gaze upon her prone form.
>Time to get to work.
>Slithering up on the bed, you flatten yourself down to slip under the sheets.
>With a measured patience that you probably shouldn’t have, you inch yourself inside of her.
>Several times, she shudders and moans as you fill her.
>But she never wakes up.
>And when Anonymous gets a load of her today.
>He’ll never think about her sexually again.
“Heh heh heh.  Wwwwoah!”
>The world around you shifts suddenly as Rarity is pulled from her slumber.
>
>Rarity’s head jerks at the sound of laughter coming from her cooter.
>Still in a dazed state, she doesn’t notice the extremely pronounced bulge that has overtaken the center of her body.
>With a smacking of lips, she dozes off after assuring herself no one is around.
>
>As the shaking subsides, you give a sigh of relief.
>That was a close call, better for you to stay silent so that you don’t give yourself away.
>And the best way to stay silent
>Yawn
>is probably to settle in for a few hours.
>With practiced ease, you condense your mass to a more manageable size.
>You can feel Rarity’s organs give a sigh of relief as you take the pressure off of them.
>Soon, not much larger than a cherry, you snuggle in to the warmth of Rarity’s womb and allow yourself a brief respite from changing size.
>After all, you’re going to need all the energy you can get.
 
>
“Ah, another beautiful morning, wouldn’t you say, Opal?”
>Your cat sneers, as felines are prone to do, and gives a muted meow as a response.
>Paying no mind to your harshest critic, you leave your bed and proceed to make yourself presentable.
>After all, you are working with Anonymous again today.
>Even as he’s spoken for, and reminded you as such on several occasions, it’s nice to be eyed by a taken stallion and he is no exception.
>Humming to yourself, you take the curlers out of your hair, trying to shake the strange firmness in your belly.
>It’s certainly not uncomfortable, but you feel unnaturally full.
>Should it persist, you will see the doctor, but today you have business to take care of.
>With a humph, you prepare for Anonymous’ arrival.
>As a true gentlecolt, he doesn’t keep you waiting long.
“Anonymous, darling, on time I see?”
>“As always.”
>He chuckles a little, glancing around the boutique.
>“Things were a little quicker today, Rainbow Dash seems to be out and about in Ponyville, so there was only breakfast for one.”
>Such a terrible thing, Twilight’s miscast.
>But, dangers of working with ancient and unpredictable magic.
>With a swing of your flank, you usher Anonymous inside to get to work on your latest stroke of fashion brilliance.
>Behind the walls of your Vulva of Solitude, Rainbow Dash bides her time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
>She does not linger long.
>As you sit down and continue discussing the ins and outs of using animal fur in your latest designs, an enormous sound escapes from your snatch.
 
>BRAP!
>As color races to your cheeks, you see a confused look cross Anonymous’ face.
>He glances left, then right, then back at you.
>Suddenly realizing what that dreadful sound was akin to, you lift your hooves.
“Th-that wasn’t me!”
>He chuckles a little and shakes his head.
>“It’s fine, Rarity.  Sometimes, these things happen.”
“But, I didn’t…”
>Reaching across the table, Anonymous pats you on the head and opens his folder, thumbing through your latest design sketches.
>Slinking down into your seat, you curse whatever it was that made that filthy, uncouth sound.
>Moreover, it probably made Anonymous view you as less of a lady.
>While that may be fine for somepony like Derpy Hooves, you are a mare of class, of distinction!
>Sighing, you try to put it out of your mind and wait for Anonymous’ verdict on your designs.
>
>This, may be
>The greatest prank
>EVER!
>Chuckling quietly to yourself, you resist the urge to compress yourself again and have another brap escape the Rarity’s marshmallow mons.
>But, what to do next?
>Despite your distance from the action, you can sense Rarity’s motions through her core.
>Currently, she’s waving her hooves in the air.
>Anonymous probably said something to offend her.
>Maybe about the sound.
>That would be perfect.
>Again, you play the waiting game, knowing that your time to strike again will come soon enough.
>Rarity settles down within a short time, and is soon hunched over, enthralled by whatever has her attention.
>Now would be an excellent time to move.
>Spreading yourself, you form small tendrils and drag them along the edges of your uterine universe.
>Part of you wishes you could be outside for this.
 
>
>The fullness that you had been experiencing before has worsened, changing from a comfortably snug sensation, to a terribly ticklish one.
>Leaning down over Anonymous’ suggestions, you can’t help but squirm in your seat.
>What a terrible day this is turning out to be.
>Sighing, you give another wiggle of your flanks to try and sate the deep, deep itch in your marehood.
>It’s not helping, not at all.
>He’s eyeing you again, wondering what has you all worked up, most likely.
>Those perfectly warm and compassionate eyes…
“Ooh!”
>That last one made you jump out of your seat, hips wriggling like Pinkie Pie on the dance floor.
>Entirely undignified.
>Oh the shame!
>“Rarity?  Are you all right?”
“Oh, oh yes, Anon.  It’s just, I’ve got a dreadful itch.”
>Your lower half jerks in reaction to a fresh wave of tickling.
“I, ooh, I just, need a drink, yes, that’s it.  Stay right there!”
>Oh darling, what is wrong with you today?
>Still swinging your flank back and forth, you stumble into the kitchen, trying your best to silence the incessant itching.
>It’s not working.
>Glancing over your shoulder, you ensure that Anonymous is engrossed in his work, before sliding your hoof against your supple snatch.
“Oohhh, that’s the stuff.”
>Your voice is a low whisper, not wanting to alert Anon to your predicament.
>At last, the constant buzz recedes, leaving you hot and bothered, but satisfied with the result.
>Making sure to grab a glass of water, you trot back out to your creative assistant and smile, acting as if nothing was wrong.
>One thing is for certain.
>You will be seeing the doctor this afternoon.
 
>“Everything okay?”
“Of course dear, I am just, perfect.”
>With a smile, you drain your water and settle back in to finish deliberations.
>As you begin to go over the final product, your stomach gurgles.
>My, your body is just turning against you today, isn’t it?
>Thankfully, Anonymous doesn’t seem to notice.
>Taking a moment to rest your hoof on your belly, you attempt to quiet its frustrations.
>Rather, firmer than usual.
>Convex as well.
>Very unusual.
>A quiet gasp escapes your lips as your eyes dart downward.
“Oh good heavens…”
>“Rarity?”
>You really should try to be professional about this.
>It, it’s not like it’s the end of the world.
>Still, you feel tears welling up in your eyes as you give your distended stomach another pat.
>It jiggles, and with that slight movement, your defenses collapse.
“I-I”
>The words won’t come, even as tears dribble down your face.
“I’m, fat…”
>As the declaration hangs in the air, you whimper, and burst into sobs, dropping your face into your hooves.
>What a terrible day.
>Your stomach burbles again and lurches outward some more, which does nothing to improve your mood.
>It, must be some sort of allergic reaction.
 >Such things can be fixed, certainly.
>But, you can’t fix Anonymous’ impression of you.
>After this, he’ll never want to work with you again.
>You can’t blame him for that, as even you are offended by your own traitorous body at the moment.
>Steadying your resolve, you lift your head and wipe at your eyes.
>All you need to do is ask him to leave.
>He’s a gentlecolt, and will not question it.
>Your vision clears, and Anonymous is upon you, his eyes roaming your body.
 
>Shame colors your face again as you attempt to gather your will.
“Um, Anonymous, I believe it would be best, for both of us, if you wo-oh!”
>His hand rests on the obvious roundness between your legs.
>Tracing small circles with his fingers, you coo and feel your eyes roll back into your head.
>Your bump seems to appreciate the affection as well, ceasing it’s ever expanding progress.
>For several minutes, you remain there, with Anonymous working his lovely fingers over your taut skin.
>You could almost forget that you look absolutely disgusting.
>And then
>wonder of wonders
>Your belly begins to recede in size.
>You’re only dimly aware of it, lost in the perfectly peachy haze of Anonymous’ touch, but the pressure on your body is decreasing.
>A welcome change to be sure.
>Unfortunately, he’s also igniting something else in you.
>The thought of those luxurious digits roaming across your sensitive places.
>Mingling with the itch you felt earlier,
>It really is quite impossible to resist.
>Once you are reduced to a more manageable size, you strike.
>While you are no Twilight Sparkle, pinning him to the ground takes little effort on your part.
>Putting on your best smile, you feel your horn go alight as you focus on getting his pants off.
>
>This is the weirdest day ever.
>Not waking up with Dash.
>Rarity not fully in control of herself.
>The sudden stomach spasm
>And now the still slightly plump marshmallow pony grinding herself against you.
>You’ve seen some shit, but today definitely takes the cake.
“Rarity, listen, I need”
 
>“Oh, yes you do, don’t you?”
>Rarity sighs and jerks her body against yours.
>“I need it too.”
>With a heavy sigh, you reach up and push the posh pony off your pelvis.
“I appreciate the offer, Rarity, but I really should go look for Rainbow Dash.”
>“But, but…”
>As Rarity breathes in, you grit your teeth, bracing yourself for the ear splitting whine.
>“Whhhhhhhhyyyyyyy?”
>With the sound still reverberating around the boutique, you pull yourself together and get to your feet.
“Because she’s our friend.  And, I would really like to know if Twilight fixed her condition.”
>“Oh, COME ON!  Just fuck her already!”
>The unmistakably gruff voice of Rainbow Dash echoes.
>The two of you flinch, having been caught in a rather compromising position.
>You, standing with your pants around your ankles.
>And Rarity, winking for the entire world to see.
>“R-Rainbow?”
“Dashie?  Where are you?  Come out, nothing’s happening.”
>There is a moment of silence before you can hear her frustrated sigh.
>Rarity begins to squirm in place, gasping for air.
>Great, this again.
>With a great moan, she rubs her plump slit
>And out pops Dashie’s head.
>What…
>It’s smaller now, obviously, but it’s Dash, without a doubt.
>Reforming her mouth, the goo pony furrows her brow and scowls.
>“So, why are you so opposed to dicking my friend?”
“Dashie, get out of there, now.”
>“No!  Not until you fuck her!”
“I’m not going to have sex with Rarity, and certainly not while you’re lodged in her cooter.”
>“UGH!”
>Her expression growing darker, Rainbow Dash squirms a little more, forcing her body closer to your face.
>Rarity has become a twitching mess at this point, eyes glazed and drool dribbling from the side of her mouth.
 
>“Listen here, buddy.  I haven’t gotten fucked since I turned into this, and then you start rubbing other mare’s bellies.  Being connected with Rarity, and feeling your touch on my own, it was great.  I want more.”
>“I want to feel your dick inside her, and I want to be battered around by it.  I want to drown in your cum.  What’s so wrong with that?”
“Dash, sweetie, you’re not in your right mind.  Listen to yourself…”
>“I don’t care!  I’ve got this freaky body, but I still want to get freaky!  If you’re not going to do it willingly, I will not hesitate to drag you into her cunt by your dick!”
>Sighing, you resign yourself to the fact that she’s not going to let this go.
>Reaching up, you caress her gooey cheek, and smile as she leans into the touch.
>“Glad to see you came to your senses, now j-HEY!”
>As you begin to push her back into Rarity’s vagina, Dash begins to thrash and curse.
>It’s a lot like pushing water, but eventually you manage to fit Raingoo back with the rest of her body.
>And then you make a break for the door.
“Gotta get Twilight.”
>“GET BACK HERE!”
>You can hear Rainbow calling after you, but don’t dare look back.
>
“Oh, that bastard!  All I want is his dick!”
>Grumbling to yourself, you begin to puddle out of Rarity’s snatch.
“I’ll show… him?”
>You give a few squirms, but find that you can’t move any more.
>Rarity, once again conscious, smiles down at you.
>“Oh darling, no, no, no.  You’re going to finish what you started.”
>At once, you feel something pulling you deeper.
“No…”
>Harder now, you’re losing ground.
“NO!”
>At once, the world descends into darkness as you’re pulled back into the marshmallow mare’s cunny.
>
>
>You hope Anonymous hurries back.
 
 
 
Chapter Two – A Little Testy (requested by Konyko and Anon)
 
>You are Raingoo Dash
>Fastest flier in Equestria, when you’re not this ‘gak’ stuff Twilight keeps yammering on about.
>Currently trapped in a box in Ponyville Library while Twilight examines you.
>Trying to figure out what’s wrong with you.
>You don’t feel that there’s much wrong with you though.
>Aside from not being able to get airborne, you feel pretty great.
>Changing size and shape at will, able to do things that you never would he believed possible.
>It’s great, sends the thrill of adventure right up your spine.
>If you had a spine.
>Sure, maybe you went a little over the line nesting in Rarity’s love canal to spy on her and your special somepony, Anonymous.
>Any mare worth her salt would have been afraid that her stallion would leave her if she underwent a drastic, life altering event like you have.
>It’s only natural to be afraid, to want to keep an eye on your man.
>But, you may have overacted a little.
>Really, Anon, he’s the greatest human around.
>Well, he’s the only human in all of Equestria.
>He’s still pretty awesome.
>And, to cheat on you with Rarity?
>Ha.
>Ha ha ha.
>Yeah right.
>Like that would ever happen.
>She’s totally not his type.
>Practiced, poised, and plush.
>Nothing that Anon would be interested in.
>No, he was definitely into mares who liked to have fun, laugh and play pranks.
>Which is exactly why you’re freaking out that he’s working with Pinkie Pie!
>Loveable, hilarious, and the second-best prankster in Ponyville, after yourself of course.
>Putting the two of them in the same area, with you out of commission was begging for infidelity!
 
>And you’re stuck here in this plastic prison of Twilight’s design.
>As long as you keep eighty percent of your mass inside the weighted area, you’re fine.
>Otherwise, ZAP!
>And you spend the next hour a destabilized mess.
>Terrific.
>“Rainbow?”
>His voice snaps you out of your reverie.
>His eyes are tender, concerned, and bring a smile to your face every time.
>How could you ever assume that he would cheat on you?
>It just wasn’t in his nature.
>“Dashie?”
>You whimper a little at the name, pressing your cheek into his palm.
>It’s a little sticky, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Mhmm?”
>“I spoke with Twilight, she seems to think that when the spell altered your body, it scrambled your wiring a little upstairs.  So, you’re going to have to stay here, just a little longer.”
>Well, that certainly didn’t make you feel any better.
>Why couldn’t he bring you could news for once?
“But, I want to go back home, with you.”
>“Soon sweetie, soon.  Twilight’s almost got something worked up.”
“But who’s gonna keep an eye on you and make sure that you’re safe?”
>“I think I can manage on my own for a few days more.  All right, I gotta go get baking with Pinkie.  See you tonight, okay?”
>You huff and puff out your cheeks, scowling and slinking back into your cage.
“Well, I don’t like it.”
>“I know, Dashie.  But, you can come home soon.”
>Smiling, he places a hand on the thick plastic separating the two of you.
>You don’t respond in kind.
>He doesn’t seem to mind, giving you one last smile as he walks towards the door.
>You do your best not to eye the little Raingoo sitting on his collar waving back at you.
 
>
>You are Raingoo Dash, part of her anyway.
>Created to act as a transmitter, you will observe the movements of Anonymous up until the point of destabilization, roughly five hours from now.
>Any information you receive, from visual to tactile, will be transferred back to your Prime.
>But you care nothing about that, because you are with Anonymous.
>With the booming thoughts of your Prime fading into the distance, you begin to work autonomously.
>Too open to stay on the shoulder, you slip under his collar and bide your time.
>The journey to Sugar Cube Corner is a quick one, when you take enormous strides as he does.
>His scent lingers in his clothing, nearly intoxicating to your miniature senses.
>At last, target sighted.
>Pinkie Pie.
>“Hiya Non-non!  How’s Dashie?”
>“As well as can be expected, I guess.”
>His smile, though strained, is evident in his voice.
>Pinkie gives an apologetic smile.
>“I suppose.  Well, we’ll just have to have an extra big party for her once she’s back on her hooves!”
>“She’d like that.”
>“All righty-roonie!  We’ve got cakes to bake, so it’s time for you to start strippin!”
>What?
>“Ugh, Pinkie, really, can’t I just cook in this?”
>“Nope!  Special clothes for special occasions!”
>There’s a heavy sigh as your world shudders, Anonymous making his way towards a room off to the side.
>“Sure, just let me switch in here.”
>Darn.
>Darn, darn, darn!
>So much for hiding out in the shade all day.
>Without a thought, you slide down his bare back.
>Anonymous shudders, flailing his arms.
>He and Pinkie share a laugh and talk about cold chills.
>But that doesn’t concern you.
>You need to find a place to hide.
>Now!
 
>“Pinkie Pie, that mare.”
>His voice rumbles as you slip beneath Anonymous’ waistband, the door clicking shut behind him.
>Just in time too, as he strips off his shirt first.
>But that doesn’t give you much time to work with.
>You can feel his body twist and contort as he lifts a new shirt over his head.
>Think, Raingoo!
>Objective, to observe Anonymous in regards to infidelity.
>He’s changing his clothes, so there’s no way to ensure safe passage on his person.
>Ah!
>But what about inside his person?
>Frantically wracking your brain, it comes to you.
>There’s really only one place to go.
>Slipping up between his legs, you eye your target.
>Gauging the size, you condense your mass further.
>And slide down Anonymous’ urethra.
>He squirms.
>He shouts.
>He jumps around and curses.
>You can feel the muscles contract around you as you quickly slither down a passage generally meant for one way traffic.
>The warmth surrounding you is invigorating.
>As you travel further, deeper, your vision fades, but your tactile sense spreads, like a web, surrounding you, letting you take in everything.
>A few minutes after reaching your destination, it dawns on you.
>You are literally swimming in his maleness.
>And there is no way that you can cheat without her knowing.
>Driven on by a mixture of lust and this acknowledgement of power, you begin transmitting your sensations back to your Prime.
>It is a very pleasurable start to you reporting.
 
>
“AHHHHH!”
>Clutching at your penis, you try to squeeze the foreign sensation out of you.
>It’s chilly and unusual, not to mention feeling entirely wrong.
>Things are -not- supposed to go down that way!
>Grunting, you give another squeeze and grit your teeth as the feeling fades.
>Shoulders heaving, you turn your prick left, then right, the left again.
>No signs of anything unusual, but, just to be sure, you give your boys a once over.
“Well, it’s not cancer.”
>Sighing, you consider calling it a day and getting yourself checked out.
>But, Pinkie would be pretty disappointed, and what would you do all day, sit on your ass?
>It would fall asleep in no time.
>Come to think of it, the entire incident kind of felt like pins and needles, except with your dick.
>Not painful but, not right either.
>Could that even happen?
>It must be able to, and that must have been what happened.
>You just twisted your wang the wrong way and now everything was back to normal.
>Pinkie’s knock brings you back to reality.
>“Hey, Non-non, you okay in there?”
“Y-yeah Pinkie, my uh, my leg, just fell asleep.”
>Yeah, your third leg.
“Ooh, prickly!  This one time, when I was waiting on the girls, I decided to hide in a tree and surprise them, but they took such a long time to get there, so I started counting the clouds…”
>As Pinkie rambles, you eye the outfit she expects you to wear.
>Inspired by some sort of circus nightmare, it’s a red and white vertically stripped affair, from neck to ankle and entirely unflattering.
>How she managed to get it in your size the first day you started working with her, you’ll never know.
 
>It doesn’t take long to slip into the ensemble, though you take a few extra seconds to smooth out the shirt before opening the door.
>“…and then my tail was asleep all day!”
>Giving her your usual smile, you reach out and ruffle her mane.
“Great story sport, but we’ve got cakes to bake, right?”
>“Yeah we do!”
>Within seconds, she’s pushed you into the kitchen and thrust a mixing bowl into your hands.
>“Now we’re already behind, so you start stirring.”
“Got it.”
>Working with Pinkie has always been one of your favorite jobs.
>Lighthearted, funny and always with a song to sing, or a story to tell.
>It’s a lot less like work, and a lot more like catching up with a friend you haven’t seen in ages.
>Except you saw her just the other day.
>But for such a young mare, she’s certainly had her share of adventures.
>“So, where was I?  Oh yeah!  This one time, I got thrown in some poison joke, and my tongue swelled up so much that I couldn’t talk without going PPBHT PPBHT PPBHT, and it was awful!  See, we followed this craaaazy zebra named Zeccora…”
>Smiling, you begin beating the mixture and nodding along, zoning in and out of her stories.
>It’s quite pleasant.
>After several hours of back and forth with the resident party pony, you’re both reduced to laughing fits.
>A comfortable silence settles in between the two of you, broken only by Pinkie’s intermittent mumbling and humming.
>But, to be honest, you’re really starting to get worn out, baking can be exhausting.
>As if sensing your distress, Pinkie turns to you and trots over, inspecting your work.
>“Oh, Anon, not like that!”
 
>Placing her hoof over your hand, she begins to guide you through stirring the latest batch of cake mix.
>“See, you’re fighting the batter too much.  Less stirring, more churning.  It wants to churn, Anon, let it churn.”
>Giving you a flirty smile, she continues to guide your hand.
>“Churning and churning.”
“Uh, Pinkie…”
>As if snapping out of a daze, the pink mare smiles and removes her hoof.
>“Jeez, sorry.  I, tend to get a little distracted when I bake, it just gives me such warm, gooey feelings, you know?”
“Gooey, huh?”
>With a small smile, Pinkie giggles in response.
>“Gosh, I should probably watch saying that around Dashie, huh?”
“Oh, she doesn’t seem to mind too much.  She’s got one heck of a resolve.”
>“You said it.  Just, um, keep churning.”
“Aye, aye, Cap’n.”
>Turning back to your task, you hum a few bars from a tune Pinkie was carrying earlier.
>You don’t have the best voice, but Pinkie, ever dynamic, manages to harmonize with you.
>The two of you continue to work, humming and singing wordlessly back at one another.
>The whole while, you consider Pinkie’s advice.
>Take your time and churn the batter.
>After all, it wants to be churned, so why don’t you just do what it wants?
>It’ll fight you a lot less.
>If you just churn it.
>At once, your body sizes up.
>Pain rockets from your testicles up to your brain and everywhere in between.
>Clutching at your junk, you crumple to the ground, mouth agape.
>The bowl of batter clatters against the floor, sending the concoction everywhere.
>Pinkie, noting that she’s now working solo, rushes to your side.
>“Anon?  Anonymous?  Are you okay?  What’s wrong?”
>Even if you could speak, you’re  not sure that you could explain.
 
>
>Churning.
>That’s all you can think of right now.
>You’re not quite sure where the idea came from, but it seems like a good one.
>Inside your fleshy prison, you allow yourself to circle.
>Up, down, around, back and forth.
>Circling the very things that made Anonymous male, being in such close proximity to them.
>It was like a dream come true.
>You were a part of him now, you could feel your connection with your Prime slipping away.
>Now, you were part of Anonymous.
>Part of the man that you loved.
>Together, forever.
>Well, as long as you can stay stable.
>That won’t be much longer though, but it’s the thought that counts.
>Smiling, you continue to soak up his warmth and make your rounds, seeking only to appease his thoughts as they feed into you.
>Pressure increases as his hand cups your new home.
>He’s paying attention to you at last.
>It’s been so long.
>And how much longer still for your Prime?
>You wish that he could see you; your time inside him has made you significantly lighter as you sampled some of his seed.
>Still rainbow colored, but with a milky touch.
>You’d like to think that he would find it attractive.
>With that final thought, you feel your consciousness drift away as you cease to be Raingoo, and instead become a part of Anonymous.
 
>
“Oh god it hurts!”
>Hurts is an understatement.
>As your boys continue to twist round and round each other, pressure only continues to mount.
>A deep, incessant ache has taken over your testicles, and left you immobile below the waist.
>And you’re not exactly in the most professional position either.
>Hand on your nuts.
>Flying full sail in these gaudy red and white striped pants.
>And Pinkie fawning all over you, trying to figure out how to make you feel better.
>“Do you need an ice pack?”
>Whimpering, you shake your head.
>“A cupcake?”
>Another shake of the head is all you can manage.
>“Non-non, you, you have to let me know what’s wrong so that I can fix it.”
>There is an audible gulp as Pinkie places her hoof under your chin and lifts your eyes to hers.
>“If I can’t fix it, then how am I supposed to make you smile?”
“It’s just, a lot of pressure.”
>Your voice is hoarse and strained as you feel another jerk in your junk.
>“Down, here?”
>Pinkie’s hoof falls on your penis.
>Giving a curt nod, you go back to quietly bemoaning your agony.
>“I could help you with that, Anon.”
>Her voice is low, barely above a whisper.
>She’s chewing on her lip, giving a carefully regulated smile.
>“If, you’d let me.”
>You pant as her hoof traces a small circle around your erection.
>Jeez, that HURTS!
>The last thing on your mind right now is getting your dick wet!
“No, y’know, I really think it’d be better, if I just left.”
>“But, we could have so much fun together!”
>She squeaks as her expression changes to a grin.
>“I could make you smi~le~!”
>Liquid sugar dribbles off every word of that promise.
 
“I don’t doubt it, Pinkie.  But really, I am in a lot of pain.”
>Your berries take that moment to seize up.
>The ensuing gasp drives the point home for Pinkie that this isn’t a game and you are legitimately hurting.
“And, it wouldn’t be fair to Rainbow.”
>Puffing her mane out of her eyes, the pink mare nods and purses her lips.
>“Maybe it would be better for you to take the rest of the day off.  I can handle the orders by myself.”
>You manage a smile and wrap an arm around Pinkie, hugging her for a long moment.
“Thanks.”
>“But you need to be back here tomorrow!”
>Struggling to your feet, you nod and attempt to walk.
>It’s extraordinarily painful to put one foot in front of the other.
>If you walk with your hips however, swinging each leg out wider than your shoulders, it’s manageable.
“Uh, if it’s all right, I’m going to take these clothes with me.  I don’t think I could stand up again if I changed.”
>Pinkie giggles and nods, before turning back to her baking, her advances apparently forgotten.
>You waddle out the door, making your way through town looking like a carnival clown who spent too much time riding in the saddle.
>The foals get a good laugh out of it.
>You just can’t wait to get home.
>After several hours of crash time on the couch, your gonads no long feel like they’re about to pop.
>They’re still tight, but you can at least massage them without too much pain.
>And the contact seems to be helping.
>It’s been a while since you got any relief, maybe Pinkie did have the right idea.
>Dash wouldn’t mind if you, took care of yourself right?
>Sighing, you close your eyes and allow your mind to drift.
 
>
>If you could say one thing about Twilight after your stay with her, it would be that she is a mutterer.
>Stalking around, all the time, muttering under her breath, taking notes, muttering, dictating to Spike, muttering.
>You don’t really want to know what goes on in that horned head of hers.
>She’s not nearly as good company as Anon.
>The memories of your tag along flood back to you, bringing with them a fresh wave of emotions.
>To be so close to him, to be a part of him, why hadn’t you thought of that before?
>How could he say no to the two of you becoming one?
>It was so exciting.
>You’d bring that up when he stopped by later.
>Speaking of, he’s rather late tonight…
>A pounding on the door brings an end to Twilight’s muttering.
>Finally.
>Only, it doesn’t stop after a few beats.
>The sound is relentless, frantic.
>Curious, you congeal yourself enough to pull a bit of your mass out of the box, eyeing the door.
>As Twilight opens it, Anon rushes in.
>His face is pale, his breath short.
>And he is clutching some white fabric in his fist.
>“Anonymous?  What’s wrong?”
>“T-Twilight”
>Struggling for air, he takes a deep breath and continues.
>“There’s something wrong with me.”
>“Well, shouldn’t you go see a doctor?”
>“I don’t think it’s a doctor kind of problem.”
>Huffing, Twilight nods.
>Probably realizes that her work won’t get done tonight.
>“All right Anonymous, spill.”
>“That’s just it!  That’s what my problem is!”
>Cocking her head to the side, Twilight raises an eyebrow.
>“What do you mean?”
>Thrusting the cloth out, he opens his hand.
>A seven color mess within the cloth quivers as his hand shakes.
>“Twilight.  I just ejaculated a fucking rainbow.”
>Whoops.
 
 
 
Chapter Three – Rape Him?  I Hardly Know Him! (requested by Shukaku)
 
>You are Raingoo Dash.
>The gooiest pony in Equestria.
>And you may have just stepped in it, in a big way.
>You’ve been staying with your friend, Twilight Sparkle for the past few days as she tries to figure out how to fix you.
>That’s separated you from your special some-pony, Anonymous.
>You’re not too keen on that.
>So you split off a portion of yourself to follow him and make sure no pony tries anything.
>You will not confirm or deny that your miniature self may or may not have slimed her way up Anonymous’ urethra during this time period.
>He’s just run in to the library in a panic.
>Apparently, humans aren’t supposed to cum across the color spectrum.
>Whoops.
>
>Twilight gapes at the tissue, apparently caught somewhere between disgust and amazement.
>Anon’s hand is steadying as he gets his breathing under control.
>He’s casting curious glances over at you.
>Like he knows, that clever man.
>“So, what’s wrong with me?”
>Twilight shakes her head, placing her muzzle closer to the rainbow-coated cloth.
>You don’t miss the fact that her nostrils flare.
>Or that her pupils dilate and her breathing deepens.
>That kind of pisses you off.
>“Anonymous, I can’t know just from looking at your, fluids.  I need to run some tests.”
>“So run them!  Tell me what’s going on!”
>The purple unicorn nods, stumbling backwards a few steps and giving Anon a flirty smile.
>“Sure, follow me.”
>The two descend down into the library basement, leaving you alone.
>Even as the greatest goo pony in Equestria, you can’t form your mouth quickly enough to warn him to run away.
>You have to follow him.
 
>Lurching upwards, you pull yourself from your plastic containment cell.
>As the last bit of you leaves the floor, an electric shock rocks your body.
>Squirming and screaming, you collapse back onto the bottom of the plastic, your gooey form twitching in protest to the sudden jolt.
“Stupid Twilight.”
>You burble through barely audible liquid pops.
>Well.
>It would have been helpful to know you could do that about thirty seconds ago.
>As your molecules struggle to get back into working order, you’re forced to confront your fears.
>Smart, a magical prodigy, with extra flank for wank like all unicorns were graced with.
>Twilight was everything you weren’t.
>She was after your man.
>And what if he decided that she was more his style?
>You’ve got to figure a way out of this box!
>
“Jeez Twilight, I really appreciate you doing this.”
>“Huh?  Oh, yeah.  Sure.  Can I, uh, take that from you?”
>Glancing back at you, her horn is alight with a purple glow.
>A part of you is excited about this.
>After all, this is where the magic happens, literally.
>As you hold out the tissue, it begins to glow in the same manner as her horn, levitating over to a microscope.
>As Twilight begins her examination of your spunk, you pull up a seat and take in the ambiance of what really equates to a mad scientist’s laboratory.
>Beakers and all manners of glassware.
>Broiling concoctions bubbling and popping, promising all kinds of mysteries to be solved.
>You knew absolutely nothing about science, but it was still fascinating to see it in action.
 
“So, you figure anything out yet?”
>You’re also tremendously impatient, which is probably why you’re not good at the whole thousand ways to fail at making a light bulb thing.
>Twilight, letting out a small breath, shrugs.
>“N-nothing yet.”
>The whisper of another sharp inhale through the nose draws your attention back to the unicorn.
“You’re breathing awful deep, you okay?”
>“I’m fine.  Just fine.”
>Grunting in response, you notice she’s holding her tail a little higher, her feet stuttering from side to side, just a little.
>Guess Mr. Nye was right, science can be exciting.
>Huffing, you continue to skulk around the lab, tapping on anything that doesn’t look like it will shatter on impact.
>Considering volatile chemicals, that doesn’t give you much to work with.
>Within thirty seconds, you’re done and sighing impatiently.
>And dreading Twilight’s response.
>You have your own theories about why your squirting out rainbows, but, that would mean…
“So, do you think that Rainbow Dash could have something to do with this?”
>Twlight grunts, still taking deep, heavy breaths.
>“What would make you think that?”
“Oh, I don’t know, the fact that I Roy G. Biv’d all over a Kleenex and the recent memory of her lodging herself in Rarity’s womb come to mind.  Is it really that far of a jump?”
>“Rainbow Dash is our friend, Anonymous.”
>Twilight pauses, taking a wheezing breath through her nose.
>It’s kinda gross sounding.
>“I think it would be best to give her the benefit of the doubt.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like the idea of her crawling around in my reproductive tract.  Or anyone else for that matter.”
 
>“Yes, I can see how that would be, uncomfortable.  Especially if she were to get i-impregnated.”
“Twilight, she’s a lump of sentient goo.  I don’t think that we’re compatible.  Heck, doubt I have to worry about that with anybody here.”
>“Really?”
>There’s a slight hitch in Twilight’s voice, but you nod and shrug anyway.
“Yeah, I mean, the likelihood of compatibility has to be next to nothing, right?”
>“Most likely…”
>Three quick sniffs.
>Twilight turns to face you, a coy smile on her muzzle.
>“But, as a scholar, I can’t say for certain”
>Pausing, she licks her lips.
>“at least, not without following proper procedures, to be absolutely sure.”
>Oh fuck not again.
>Turning, you run for the stairs.
>Instead of dashing forward, however, you seem to be rushing upward.
>A dark purple aura has surrounded your entire body, pulling you a good five feet off the ground.
>Thrashing against the almost invisible force, you find yourself inverted, facing Twilight.
>A thin sheen of sweat grows on your forehead as you begin to panic.
>Twilight’s pupils seem to get swallowed by her irises as she looks you over.
>“Yes, I think it’s very important that we be absolutely sure that you’re not reproductively compatible with any of the other races in Equestria.  I think I have a transmogrification spell somewhere, but I believe the best species to start with…”
>Leaning in close, she takes a moment to nibble on the top of your ear, hot breath whispering into it afterwards.
>“Ponies.”
>You pray to Murphy for forgiveness, because there’s no way all this crap keeps happening to you by chance.
>But your plea goes unanswered as you feel Twilight using her magic to unbutton your pants.
 
>“I’m really looking forward to working with you, Anonymous.  Let’s make great strides forward together, for science.”
>“Get your hooves off my man!”
>Your breath catches in your throat at the sound of her voice.
“Dashie!”
>Thank you based Murphy.
>Twilight’s eyes narrow as she snarls.
>“Rainbow…”
>“Hey, Twilight, did I stutter or do you just have wax in your ears?  Let go”
>There’s a squelching sound as Rainbow leaves the ground, wriggling through the air like a blob of the sky, falling from above.
>“of Anonymous!”
>As the rainbow mess descends upon Twilight, her hold over you breaks.
>Clacking your head against the floor of the lab, you ignore the dull throb and scramble to your feet.
>The two mares are growling and sneering at each other, totally distracted.
>Which means it’s an excellent opportunity for you to slip away.
>Despite your feelings for Dash, you don’t look back.
>Twilight might not want to say it, but Rainbow violated you.
>She’s not the same pony she was before the accident.
>You struggle up the stairs, trying to lift your heart out of your feet so that you can make a break for it.
>The grunts continue, even as you close the door.
“Maybe, Twilight can still fix her.”
>But would you want her back?
>Could you take her back anyway, knowing that she invaded you like that?
>Shoulders shaking, you push the thoughts from your mind and focus on running back home.
 
>
>“You stupid, stupid hunk of gak!”
>Twilight growls, holding you out in front of her.
>Even with your best efforts, you hadn’t been able to maintain a hold on her horn.
>Still so much left to learn.
>“He was mine, I had him and you ruined everything!”
“Twilight, listen to yourself, you’re not in your right mind.”
>Gritting her teeth, she begins to pull you apart with her magic, tearing loose chunks of your amorphous body.
>It’s a different feeling than when you augment your own body.
>This forced transaction is sharp, painful and…
>Exciting.
>Even as she chips away chunks of your form, you moan, enjoying the new sensation.
>It’s not so much hurting, really, but a sharp and brief burning feeling, like lactic acid building up in your legs.
>In truth, it’s invigorating.
>And Twilight doesn’t seem to be taking pleasure in the fact you’re enjoying this.
>“Ugh, are you, getting off on this?  You’re not even deserving of being called a pony any more, are you?  You’re just a thing.”
>She smiles and tears off another hunk of gunk.
>You squeal, kicking your edges in futility.
>“Just a plaything for every other pony in Ponyville.”
>By the stars this feels wonderful, better than you even dreamed what being stepped on would be like.
>You’re not going to die but, Twilight is going to have a lot of regret about this.
>Better put a stop to it now.
“T-TwilIIIIIght!”
>Another breathy squeal as she rips into a rather sensitive part of your form.
>Heavens it’s good.
“Twi, he’s gone, you can, you can breathe again!”
>The unicorn mare pops her eyebrow up, but takes a few manual sniffs of the air, wondering what you mean by that.
 
>As she does, the fog of her eyes seems to lift, her pupils returning to their large, innocent size.
>“Rain, bow Dash?”
>She gasps and drops you to the ground with a squelch, backpedaling with terror across her face.
>“Omigosh what did I do?  A-are you okay?”
>You manage a burbling chuckle as your gooey frame begins to condense around the largest chunk of your body.
“Yeah, I guess so.  Pretty kinky stuff, huh?”
>Twilight blushes and scowls, shaking her head.
>“Rainbow, this is serious, I attacked you, and I can’t even come up with a reason why.”
>Your body’s not going to be very stable for a while yet, but you at least manage to form your head.
>Despite the fact that it’s sticking out of a gooey mess, you can see relief on Twilight’s face.
“I can come up with a reason.  It’s because of Anonymous.”
>Another, deeper, blush this time.
>“I, I don’t know what came over me.  He was just there, and I attacked him too…”
“It’s not your fault Twilight.  I know how hard it is to control yourself around him, I had the same problems when I was, solid.”
“In fact, most mares do.  I might not be a genius, but I know when some pony’s staring at him when we walk down the street.  It happens all the time, something about him is just…”
>“Magnetic?”
>Sighing, you nod.
“He just, draws mares in.  When I saw how you reacted around him, I figured something like this would happen.”
>Now would be an appropriate time to cry but, you’re not sure if you can in this body.
“That’s why I worry so much about him.  I don’t think he would ever cheat on me but, I don’t know if he knows what he does to mares.  I don’t know if he could push them away.”
 
“It’s selfish but, I don’t want to share him.  Not with any pony.  And I’ll do anything I can to make sure that no one else touches him.”
>Steadying yourself, you close your eyes.
>It’s a lot to take in and a lot to admit to someone, but if anyone can help you, it’s Twilight.
>And you really need some help dealing with this mess.
>You feel a hoof on top of your head and open your eyes.
>Twilight has a strained smile, probably from making physical contact with you, but it’s genuine at least.
>“You’re right, Rainbow.  We have to make sure that he isn’t causing riots in Ponyville, and the best way to do that is to find out what’s making him so, attractive.”
>Sticking your tongue out, you grunt in irritation.
“Sounds like a bunch of busy work.  I’m not good sitting, especially when he’s out there on his own.”
>“Which is why I think that you should tail him, and make sure that he doesn’t get into any trouble.”
>A grin splits your face in half.
>“But you have to avoid contact with him as much as possible.  Prevent any incidents before they happen.”
>Okay, so you don’t get to hang out with your special some-pony, but you do get to keep an eye on him.
>Plus, no more plastic cage.
>With your body mostly in one piece, you snap a hoof out of your collective goo and give her a salute.
“You can count on me, Twilight!”
>Now, things get interesting!