Stallion Games
“I'm still not sure this is a good idea, Rainbow,” Twilight Sparkle retrieved a small, golden amulet in the shape of a lingam, and laid it on the table.
“No, it's the BEST idea, Twilight. Look, if I'm going to impress the Wonderbolts, they need to know I'm one of them. I'm not just the best flier, I gotta be the best at drinking, at joke-telling, at … at … everything! And I can't exactly go to a stallion party if I'm not a stallion, can I?” Rainbow Dash nabbed the amulet and wrapped the chain around her neck. Almost instantly she felt the change; the narrowing of her hips, a tingling down her tummy, a heat in her loins. She looked herself over, “wow, I've never had one of these before! This could take some getting used to.”
Twilight sat lower in her seat and peered around Sugarcube Corner. “Rainbow! Do you need to be so loud? I really don't want anyone to know I'm helping you with … this. I really wish we could have met at my place.”
“Sorry! No time. I get the amulets from you, then I practice hot dog eating with Pinkie, and off to Rarity to get a new jacket. Do my wings look longer? I think my wings look longer.” Rainbow leaned to the side, stretching one wing, then the other, looking at each critically, then back at Twilight. “So what about the other one?”
“Erm, well … I didn't finish that one yet. I'm missing some ingredients, and that one took me all night.”
“Tell me what you're missing and I'll get 'em in a dash.”
Twilight peered back and forth around the Corner again. It wasn't even open yet, and so was empty of customers, but just seeing ponies walking past the wide bay windows was enough to make her nervous. She swallowed, then pulled a heavy book out of her satchel and laid it on the table. It had a padlock built into the cover, and Dash could clearly see the title, 'Tome of Sin and Vice', printed on it. Twilight tapped the lock with her horn and with a red glow, it popped open. She flipped through to her page.
“Immunity to horse drinks”, the page read. Twilight recited the ancient scrawl. “Coffee bean, apple seeds, horse radish, four eggs, a twig of Neversleep, willow bark, bucket of water. I can get most of those here in Ponyville, but Neversleep is harder to find. After that it'll take me about an hour. Dash, I really can't approve of drinking contests with horse drinks! Even with my protection, it just isn't healthy! Not to mention what people will think.”
“Says the pony with the 'Tome of Sin and Vice'. What are you doing with that thing anyway?”
Twilight sank deeper in her seat, her cheeks burning. “It's just … part of the library,” she offered.
“Yeah? What else is in there?”
Twilight slammed the book shut. “Don't look! Some of these spells can be very dangerous.”
“Awww … you're just saying that. Alright, fine. Be that way. So what next?”
“If you visit Zecora for the Neversleep, I'll catch up with Applejack for the seeds, and Daisy for the coffee beans. Then Spike and I need to start penning out ...”
“Well if you want to catch Daisy you'd better hurry up because she's right there,” Dash motioned towards the pony walking by the window.
“Oh no, Daisy!” Twilight leapt up from her seat and ran out of the restaurant. Dash watched her go, then at the book she left behind.
“Hey Pinkie, how are those hot dogs coming?”
Pinkie trotted out from the back, shaking her mane and tail, “I've got a hajillion million bazillion all ready! I hope you have space for all of them!” Pinkie sat at the vacated seat, smiling.
“Well?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“What?”
“Where are the hot dogs?”
“Oh, is this Twilight's book? Someone should tell her she forgot it! Oooh … look at these pictures!” Pinkie opened the book and flipped through. Most of the pages were script, but a few included lurid pictures of ponies, mounting and sucking and laying spread griffon and penetrated. Both of the ponies' eyes went wide. Pinkie shivered, bounced twice in her seat, and sneezed. “Oh no!”
Dash asked, “what? What's that mean? Is that your Pinkie sense?”
“Yes! That one's umm … eldritch horror. We should probably get this back to Twilight.”
“No, Pinkie! Look at this. These pictures are exactly the sort of thing they'll be thinking about at a stallion party. I need to read this. Twilight was going to show me anyway, I'm sure, she was just shy. We just won't read anything out loud or make any spells and I'm sure we'll be fine.”
Pinkie bit her lip, “I don't know, Pinkie sense is never wrong ...”
“Well, if you aren't curious what's on the next page, I guess we can just close it. I'm just saying that these pictures look like a lot of fun. And what's the harm in looking?”
Pinkie looked back down, then up at Dash again. She kept her gaze at Dash, as though by looking away, she couldn't make any trouble. She put her hoof on the page anyway, and slowly turned it to the next.
“There's my pony.”
The two ponies looked down at the next page. The borders were filled with images of ponies pinning each other, mounting each other, looks of ecstasy and need painted on their faces. Both Pinkie and Dash could feel a flush rising to their cheeks, and a warmth to their loins, although Dash was more conscious of the involuntarily spasm of muscles as blood began to flow to her newly won cock. Pinkie began mouthing something, then speaking aloud, “quixa noctis expressit ...”
Dash looked up, surprised, “Pinkie Pie, don't read it! We don't know what it does.”
“I can't help … accipe myse ventum …” Even as she spoke, she clenched her eyes tight, and her hips raised off the chair. Dash smelled the heavy perfume of musk and her cock reacted, throbbing and growing. She stared at it, amazed, then at her friend, now whimpering, “oh please ...”
Dash obeyed an instinct not wholly her own, and pressed her muzzle against Pinkie Pie's aching flower. She was clenching and dripping, and letting out little sounds of eagerness. Her heady scent, and the strange words she was uttering from that book were working in tandem to touch a piece in the base of Dash's brain. Her cock was now stiff and throbbing. She felt a need, a hunger. She pushed Pinkie off the seat with her head, and Pinkie nearly fell onto the ground. She lowered her head to her hooves, heaving her tail in the air for Dash. Dash leaned forward to sniff again. She wanted. She closed her eyes and took a long, slow lick. Pinkie moaned with delight and stomped her feet. She tasted like strawberries and cream and mare.
Dash licked again. And again. Faster now, sliding her tongue into Pinkie and lapping her up, thrusting her tongue into her. Pinkie buried her head in her hooves and moaned and writhed, her tail whipping back and forth. Dash felt a burning in her gut. She wanted to do more, but didn't think it would be right to take advantage of her friend like that. Yet somehow … The urge was overpowering. She licked and sucked, then climbed on top of Pinkie, to hold her close. Dash's muzzle was smeared with Pinkie's fluids, and Pinkie reached up to lap her clean. Dash leaned closer in, her cock pulsing, rubbing against Pinkie's belly. The filly moaned and began to rub up and down the shaft. “Dashie, Dashiedashiedashie, pleeeeease.”
Rainbow was struck with indecision. She felt Pinkie writhing beneath her, against her cock, her lips and tongue lapping her face, the feel of her taut body rubbing. Dash backed up until the head of her cock fell into place. Pinkie did not wait. She pushed back, burying Dashie up to the hilt with a groan of delight. Dash's cock instinctively swelled inside of Pinkie, and she rocked, thrusting deep inside of her friend. Pinkie was wrapped around her like liquid satin, the muscles gripping and pulling on her. Pinkie braced herself as Dash picked up speed. Pinkie's moans and sighs got faster and higher pitched. The reality of the situation sank into Dash's head; she was fucking one of her best friends. Mounting her. Dash was a stallion, and Pinkie was her first mare. And Pinkie was loving it. She pushed back and arched her back, pulling Dash's cock in to the last inch. Pinkie squeezed and milked. Dash could barely keep the presence of mind to breath. Her body was on autopilot. She pushed Pinkie down to push in until the head of her cock hit Pinkie's cervix. Pinkie moaned and pawed the ground. Her breathing became ragged. Dash realized, Pinkie was going to climax! Fucking her friend was great, but better was winning at fucking her friend. She pushed Pinkie's head down with one hoof, pulled her hips up with the other to let her push in hard and deep. She reached her wings around and tickled Pinkie's little pink pussy with her wing tips, teasing and brushing. Pinkie cried with every touch. Dash thrusted faster, gritting her teeth to hold back from finishing. Pinkie began to shake and Dash held her tight. Finally, Pinkie threw her head back and called out, “Oh, Dash! Oh!” Her pussy muscles squeezed Dash hard, pumping her. Dash felt a strange churning in her balls, and then her cock spasmed and squeezed, filling Pinkie with her rainbow seed. The two were locked in place, pulling against each other, filling each other. Pinkie cried out again, “ectu novis!” and collapsed in a heap.
Dash licked Pinkie's head. Pinkie groaned and smiled, but her eyes she held tightly shut. Dash's cock was still hard, but gradually softened and she pulled out, then licked Pinkie's flank. She was leaking thick rainbow fluid. Dash expected Pinkie to fall over, but she seemed fine sleeping with her tail sticking straight up in the air. Figuring she'd be okay that way, Dash pulled off the necklace and put it to the side. This morning was too weird, and as much as she was enjoying it, she needed a break. The only thing she couldn't figure out was quixa noctis expressit. Wait, did she actually think that? Why'd she think that? Accipe myse ventum nevis hornum. She realized she wasn't just thinking it, she was saying it! The spell Pinkie had accidentally read was now stuck in Rainbow Dash's head! She headed for the door, then stopped as a shiver of pleasure ran up her legs and she felt herself clench. Alien words kept running through her head, but there was only one thing she could think about, and that was finding relief. She ran around the bakery, looking for anything she could use or mount, anything to just take off the edge. Her knees went weak and she fell to the ground. She could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs. Her desperation was driving her mad. She pushed one of the chairs against the table and ran her flanks up and down, the wood corner teasing her lips. She growled and pushed. It was enough that she didn't want to leave, but not enough to fulfill her. She NEEDED it now! She humped the chair uselessly, closing her eyes, wishing for something she could slide into herself, imagining herself being mounted by Soarin' from the Wonderbolts. In her unfulfilled passion, she didn't hear Applejack enter.
“Oh wow, hey Dashie. Hey uh … Pinkie?” Applejack peered at Pinkie, now snoring soundly. Rainbow Dash leapt into the air and tried to look nonchalant, even as rainbow fluid dripped down the back of her thighs and on the chair.
“Um, hey AJ. I didn't hear you come in. I was just … tidying up.”
“Hah, sure Dashie, that's not what it looked like to me. Looked to me like you're in heat.”
Dash wasn't accustomed to blushing, but she did. “What? No! I mean, what business is it of yours if I am?” She threw her head back, trying to look as proud and nonplussed as she could. Applejack approached, “I can smell it and, well, see it. It's alright, Dashie. Happens to all of us. C'mere.”
Dash could still feel the hot tendrils of need, but she was too proud to go down that easily. “No. I don't want to.”
Applejack sighed, “you'll feel right better if you just trust me. C'mere, if I don't fix you right up in five minutes, well you go back to your stallion there,” she pointed to the chair.
Dash looked away as though she hadn't heard. Applejack shook her mane, “you are a proud one. C'mere!” She pounced on Dash, snatching her from the air and pinning her to the floor. Dash shouted in surprise and struggled, although not as hard as she might have. It didn't matter, the earth pony had her in a lock in a moment, with one hoof wrapped around her waist, and her teeth clamped tightly at the base of Dash's tail. Dash kicked and wriggled, but was thoroughly trapped.
Applejack tried to say something, but it was incomprehensible with her mouth full of tail. Then Dash felt a pressure on her swollen pussy lips. Applejack was sliding her hoof up and down in the moisture. Rainbow Dash squeaked then went silent, paralyzed. Applejack pressed with a slow, constant pressure, stretching Dash out. Then she pulled away and slid up and down the lips, and along her inner thighs. Dash pawed at the ground and pushed back against the hot body laying across her back. AJ pressed again, harder. There was a moment of tightness, then hot pleasure. Dash looked back. Applejack's entire hoof was inside of her! AJ slid it back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper into her friend. Dash tried to say something, but only meaningless syllables fell out of her mouth. AJ pressed her into the floor, sliding her hoof in and out, pressing inside of her, exploring her. Every motion sent shocks down Dash's spine. But AJ approached it like it was just another chore on the farm. Dash could imagine her pulling a lamb out of a ewe with those hooves. To AJ, masturbating her friend was just another fact of life. But to Dash, there was no life beyond this moment, beyond AJ's hoof, sliding into her up to the wrist, stretching her and pressing into her. Dash was beaten and pleased for it. She felt pressure building up inside of her and ached to push back. She ached to be more thoroughly beaten. To have AJ cum inside of her. She reached over and nipped AJ's back leg, but the pony ignored it, sliding into her faster and deeper.
“AJ oh … AJ, I need ohhh!” Dash couldn't even get the words out. AJ released Dash's tail.
“You just quiet down now. I'll have you done in two shakes.”
“No, AJ ...”
“What are you yammerin' on about now? I'm working here!” AJ's hoof was in Dash's pussy almost up to the elbow, and Dash could feel every inch of it. But she focused her mind to point to the floor where she'd dropped the pendant. AJ looked at it. “Now what's that? You stay right here.” AJ pulled her hoof out with a wet plop. Dash grinned and waited. She watched AJ trot over to the necklace, her one hoof covered with Dash's juices. AJ picked up the pendant.
“This what you wanted?”
“Put it on,” Dash grinned.
AJ furrowed her brow, but slid it on, then jumped, “well! Never had one of them around before. This would be mighty handy on the farm, you know. Now what you want … oh, I see. When a flower blossoms, it needs a bee.”
Dash rolled onto her tummy and raised her hips for Applejack. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but she also needed to be penetrated so badly. AJ looked down at her new cock.
“Listen Dashie, I'm gonna need a little help getting this all working. Don't take this too personal.” She trotted over to where Rainbow Dash was laying, and took the pegasus by the mane, then slid her cock into Dash's mouth. Dash sucked on the flesh and slid her tongue along it, moaning and wiggling. With every beat of AJ's heart, it grew harder and longer. AJ rocked back and forth, sliding it into Dash's mouth, until the tip hit the back of her throat.
“This ain't too bad. I can see what old Mac makes so much fuss about. Now get over here.”
AJ grabbed Dash by the mane and tail and hauled her flanks around. AJ took no time to position the cock head into Dash's pussy lips and press forward, mounting her. AJ's strong arms kept Dash in place, as she pushed the cock deep into Rainbow Dash. Dash cried with pleasure and pushed back, squeezing.
Dash began talking without thought, “hortis veni ...”
Quick as a whip, AJ's lasso was out and around Dash's muzzle. “I don't much believe in that sort of thing when breeding. It's a natural process, and we don't need magic making a mess of things.”
The lasso cinched tight and Dash found herself truly trapped and leashed. The pegasus panicked for a moment. Her wings spread and she leapt free, but AJ only had to tug the rope and she was back on the ground. AJ bit her neck and held on as she mounted again, the cock sliding into Dash. Dash struggled, but was caught, and regardless as to what her mind had to say, her body knew what it wanted. She felt AJ sliding into her again and again, holding her down, biting and pinning her. She was trapped and wrapped up, AJ's hungry hostage. She closed her eyes and arched her back, trying to pull in more of AJ with every stroke. She felt the pleasure building up, and the desire for AJ to mark her. Her mouth kept moving, but tied shut, she couldn't get out anything more than moans. Heat poured off of her and she felt a pressure building, and a secret delight from getting mounted by her friend. She arched and pushed, forcing AJ's cock until it hit her cervix, and she felt the shaft pulse and swell inside of her.
“I'm getting close, Dash. You'd better slow up until I can catch my breath. Don't want a foal, now do you?”
But Rainbow Dash was beyond caring. She stomped the ground and clenched her eyes, and suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy clenched hard around AJ and she shoved back, savoring every inch of pleasure. AJ cried in surprise, “Dashie, slow down!” and tugged on the leash, but Rainbow Dash did not slow down for anything. A second wave of pleasure crashed over her and she moaned loudly. AJ's cock went stiff and flexed, then released and flexed again, and soon Dash felt the spray of fluid deep inside of her as AJ planted her seed. Dash growled and kept milking AJ slow and deep, and AJ kept flexing and cumming, until finally Dash felt the energy drain out of her and she fell forward. Applejack kept hold of her hips for a few more deep grinds, then hopped off. Words flickered through Dash's mind, but all she could verbalize was a mumble around the lasso, and then the words were gone.
“Sour apples, Rainbow, I think I just plowed your field. I can run down to the farm and get somethin' from Granny Smith that'll fix ya up. I'm right sorry about that, but you were just about the wildest little filly, and, well, I can't say I didn't enjoy it.”
Dash just grunted. She couldn't even think.
The door opened as Twilight hurried in. “Rainbow, I got the … Rainbow? Oh … Applejack? What happened here?”
Applejack shrugged, “well, looks like the fillies needed some help. You know me, always ready to lend a hoof. Everything okay?”
Twilight ran to the book, “oh no! A lovebug spell! This could infect all of Equestria! Applejack, did either of the ponies say anything to you?”
“Well,” Applejack thought, still sporting a respectable erection, “well, Dashie said something about tidying up, and not being in heat, but I've spent too long around the barn for that trick. Aside from that, nothin' really sticks out. Well, moans, I guess I can't help but brag a little there. I had her trussed up though, so she don't give me too much trouble.”
“Oh thank Celestia! Applejack, you may have just … Applejack?” Twilight noticed AJ's additional appendage, “you didn't just umm... fornicate with our two friends, did you?”
“Pardon?”
“Umm ...” Twilight couldn't help blushing. “Did you 'know' them?”
“'Course I know them. It's Pinkie and Rainbow Dash!”
“I mean, copulate?”
“Wha?”
“Ummm, did you … with your ...”
“Oh! Yeah. Dashie. With my hoof,” AJ held up the one hoof, still slick with juices. “Pinkie was already out when I got here. Actually, I uh … may have knocked up Dashie. You might want to check up on her, long as you're here.”
Twilight nodded. “Well uh … thanks! I think I've got it from here. And I'll need the necklace … back. Please.” She forced a smile.
“Any time. And Twilight, you be sure to give me a call if you're having any problems of your own,” AJ elbowed her as she walked out, tossing the necklace behind her.
“Yeah,” Twilight lamented, “I'll be sure to do that.”