Dash finally got home after our long day in town. We had convinced Twilight to help, but now she wanted more than anything to just take a bath and relax.
She walked into the bathroom and turned the hot water on in her tub. Between the knobs was a multi-purpose nozzle to fill the bath or serve as a flexible shower head. As it filled up with water she got a towel out.
She started running the hot water and put her hooves into the tub. Leaning back, she let herself slide onto her wings. Dash was now belly up in the tub, half-floating, as the hot water soothed her muscles.
She reached for the water to turn it off, and instead knocked the shower head into the water. It was one of those flexible hoses with a shower head on the end, which made sense to help a pony clean their hard to reach areas. In fact, given their shape, I imagine all of their areas are hard to reach.
The shower head landed in the water with a splash and came to rest between Dash’s flanks. She moaned briefly before kicking the shower head away, embarrassed.
[Did. . . did you just got sexually aroused?!]
Shut up! This isn’t a conversation we’re having. I have needs, but not with some horny human sitting in my head!
“Come on, I haven’t been that bad, have I?” I asked. I glanced around in disbelief, as if I hadn’t just gotten control of her body back.
[This. This right here is the worst part of our situation. I can’t even take a bath without getting zapped back into the corners of my mind.]
“Ah, it feels good to talk out loud, doesn’t it Dash?” I laughed softly and felt around for the shower head with a hoof.“Look, maybe tomorrow you’ll be in control more? I mean, the more I’m in control the more exhausted I feel. Maybe that means I’ll spend more time in the back seat?”
[That’d be nice, because right now you seem to be hogging my body.]
Yeah, and your body is so. . . tense, isn’t it?
I smiled and my thoughts went to a dark place—not serial killer kind of dark, but more of a ‘what if I had lady parts’ place. The place all men go to when they wonder, however briefly, what it would be like for a woman.
Of course, Dash read these thoughts and knew what me and the shower head were planning long before it happened.
[Oh no, you don’t! That’s supposed to be private!]
Don’t worry, Dash, I won’t tell if you won’t. Besides, I think you need some release. Haven’t you ever wondered what it’s like for a stallion?
[That’s besides the point!]
“Not really,” I said. For a minute I thought more about what I was about to do. No human in history had ever been completely swapped to another gender. Sure, I was also a flying pony and in some parallel dimension or something, but I had working lady parts. Once Twilight fixed this, I’d live my entire life wondering what it would have been like if I didn’t masturbate in her body.
Carpe diem.
[Come on, be reasonable, it’s embarrassing!]
And yet I bet it feels amazing? Just a quick one, or the curiosity will kill me.
Before she could protest I sat up and guided the shower head between my legs. During the fall it had turned on, and I felt a large knob on the back of it. The water was pulsing out of it and pushing against my new anatomy.
My other hoof came down to slide along my inner thigh. My view was obscured by the water, but I could feel the large lips that covered my marehood. The waves of water from the pulsing shower caused them to quiver. They almost seemed to wink, and I could feel excitement and warmth spread through me.
[Dude, it’s my b-body!]
Shit, it feels amazing. It’s so sensitive, and is that. . .
I leaned over for a closer look and saw a neatly trimmed patch of rainbow colored hair, surrounding a small bump. Considering ponies always went around naked, her good hygiene made sense. I pushed at the soft patch with my hoof and gasped as the sensitive nub sent energy coursing through me.
Wow, I didn’t know. . .
[Oooh, damn you, Dude. I’ll get you for this but. . . but I really do need it. . .]
I grinned and ran my hoof over my marehood. Good, a little teamwork so we enjoy our bath. Tell me how you like it, dirty mare.
[Fuck you, Dude! I—oh, stick it in!]
My legs spread as I pushed my hoof into my marehood. It pushed past the lips and into my inner fold, parting the smaller lips inside. I began to rub against the sensitive entrance and closed my eyes. It felt like an itch that needed so badly to be scratched, and yet up until I touched it I had not noticed how horribly it needed my attention.
My mind wandered and I wanted something inside of me to see what it felt like. The shower head came over in my other hoof, still set to massage. Pulling my hoof out, I placed the head over my pussy and pushed it down over it.
[Ooh, yes, l-like that.]
The shower head covered my marehood and sent pulses of water deep inside it. I could feel them inside me, a sensation unlike any I had ever felt as a man. Each tiny pulse filled me with pleasure as the water pushed inside me. Each small gap in the pulses allowed some water to rush out, giving the briefest of emptying feeling.
I found myself pushing the shower head deeper into my quivering loins. My other hoof began rubbing back and forth on her engorged clitoris. The sensations were overwhelming me, and yet I had not identified the approaching orgasm.
Is. . . i-it always. . . t-this good?
[B-buck.]
My attempts to communicate were lost, as the both of us could do little but enjoy the sensations. I pushed any doubts out of my mind as I dove in to enjoy this opportunity.
My hips began to push forward, grinding against the shower head. I moved it around, rubbing at my lips, while it pulsed rapidly into my vagina. My hoof continued to rub small circles over the target, poorly concealed by her prismatic pubes.
It felt like a slow fire was being stoked inside of me. Tingling went up my spine, then reversed and traveled down my legs. I wanted more, and I wanted it now. Bigger, faster, harder—the more I scratched at this itch the worse it became. The urge to get fucked was overwhelming.
The shower head wasn’t enough. I fumbled with the knob on the back, trying to increase the water pressure. I swallowed to wet my dry throat, realizing my tongue had been hanging out of my mouth. How long I had been sitting there, I had no idea, but I felt I had barely started.
Finally the knob clicked into place, and the shower head began to send out pulses of water twice as fast. My hind legs bucked forward, hitting the end of the tub. They tensed up, pushing my back against the end of the bath.
I had pinned myself in position as I used both hooves to hold the shower head in place, just over the throbbing lips of my pussy. I wanted—needed—more. I jammed it back into place so I could free a hoof to rub my clitoris.
Finally I felt the tipping point. My entire body tensed up, and I noticed my wings go painfully erect from the tense muscles in my shoulder. Each rapid heartbeat stretched out as my entire body felt on fire. I lost all sense of time as the shower head drifted away, and I floated there in pure bliss.
My muscles still twitched, and warmth still flooded my being. The electric sensations were fading, only to be replaced by euphoria, as my brain rewarded my sexual acts.
Exhaustion was setting in on me quickly and I hadn’t even gotten the soap or shampoo out. I decided not to bother as I yawned and stretched out in the bathtub, lost in that one wonderful moment that had seemed to stretch on for an hour.
I felt myself getting up and getting out of the tub. When I tried to get back in, I realized Dash was back in control. The feeling of exhaustion returned and I had to get some sleep.
[T-thank you, Dash. T-that was w-wonderful!]
“Pfft, passing out like a true stallion after round one,” Dash observed.
[. . .]
“Well, don’t worry, Donny-boy, as much as I enjoyed your first time, I’ll be getting even for this.”
Dash smiled as she toweled herself dry. She opened a drawer to check that the contents were still inside and undisturbed. She found what she was looking for, and closed the drawer.
“Oh yes, tomorrow night you’ll be begging for mercy.”