I still wasn’t sure if I should speak up yet. While Twilight explained my effect on disabling the Element of Loyalty, I had entertained myself by rating the sexual characteristics of her friends. She got very angry when I reached Fluttershy.
I spent some time trying to search her memories to find out why she was so defensive around Fluttershy. Whatever happened between them, Dash kept it close to the center of her mind. I could not reach that far without risking losing myself into her network of memories.
Dash started to smile as she walked into the bathroom and reached into one of the drawers.
I appreciate your good behavior, Dude, but it’s too little too late. I’m going to teach you a lesson on respecting my boundaries in the only way I think you’ll understand.
[Dash, I’m sorry. Look, I don’t know why Fluttershy is a sore subject, but I know it is now, and I’ll leave her out of my jokes.]
It’s not just that. You ignored my warnings, violated me in the bathtub, punched my date, are always being a smart ass, and keep hitting on my friends! You wanted to explore my sexuality so badly? Well, I’m granting your wish.
[Dash? What do you mean?]
I seem to be solidly in control right now, so I’m going to punish your bad behavior by giving you exactly what you want. After this, you’ll apologize profusely and we’ll be even. From tomorrow onward we’re going to work together to fix this mess. Understood?
[I still don’t get what the punishment is.]
Dash pulled a large black object out of the drawer.
[Please tell me that’s a big flashlight.]
Nope! This is the magic bullet. Twelve inches of vibrating pleasure utilizing the finest magic technology unicorns have ever crafted. I know my body much better than you, so I’m going to keep you on edge until you’re begging me to fuck you like the filthy pervert you are.
Now, I believe somepony wanted to experience the female side of intimacy.
[Hehe, you really had me going there. Good joke! I promise to respect your boundaries and your friends from now on. There’s no need to do anything rash.]
Dash picked the vibrator up in her mouth and walked towards her bedroom.
[Gross! Don’t you know where that’s been? Now, put it down and let’s talk like reasonable adults.]
She climbed onto her bed and laid down, letting the dildo rest between her legs.
So, Don, are you excited for this ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’? Just think, your biggest fantasy is about to come true!
[Please, I’m sorry. This is too much. . . I don’t know what I’m supposed to say!]
Hmph, I don’t think you’re sorry at all. In fact, I think this is just another play to get your way. This is my body and those are my neighbors. You have no right to touch me, or hit on my friends. So I’m going to give you exactly what that one-track male mind of yours wants: I’m going to fuck your brains out, but only after you beg for it.
I was at a loss for words as I watched her reach down and touch the vibrator, turning it on. From my prison in her mind I had no control over her body, yet could feel every movement and sensation she made. It was like I was frozen as she used my body against me, and I could see why my actions in the bathtub had angered her so much.
[I get it now, this feels really uncomfortable. I apologize for the bathtub! Please!]
Whatever do you mean? I am in heat, after all, and I do need release. This is perfectly natural.
Dash lifted the dildo in her hooves and let it slide along her thigh, brushing along her labia and letting it rest in the small patch of rainbow colored pubic hair. The low vibrations teased her clit, slowly starting to arouse her.
To my horror, she leaned over and got a close-up view of the lips of her marehood. She pushed the vibrator against herself a little harder, causing the labia to wink at me. For a brief moment, the darker cyan fur and large folds of her labia parted themselves open. The pink folds of the small, inner lips, thrust themselves out, and the pathway to her womb laid itself open.
[What the hell?!]
Part of my mind seemed connected to Dash, wanting this to go forward as it would surely feel good. The rest of it was scared. If I enjoyed this, would that mean I had turned into even more of a pony? Perhaps this one act would push me past the point of no return. Would I find stallions attractive after this?
It’s called ‘winking’. As I reach the peak of my heat, it’ll happen anytime I smell a stallion. I think it’s important you know about it.
Dash let out a low moan as she pushed the vibrator back against the top of her slit. She teased it downward just an inch.
I could feel her slit spring open, pulling itself apart to reveal the soft flesh within. The cold air brushed against the wet lips, before being enclosed back inside her sex. I noticed, as she made it wink a few more times, that the entire area was getting damp. Droplets of her fluids were forming around the lips, dripping into her fur. When she winked, some of the juices would leak out onto her surrounding skin.
Each time she did it I found it less weird and more arousing. It was so simple now: this was what I had wanted. This emptiness I was feeling was because there was nothing inside our marehood to fill us up and make us complete.
[What. . . what’s it like?]
Whatever do you mean, Don? What is what like?
[It—having one of those inside you.]
Why don’t I show you? After all, you haven’t even started groveling yet.
I realized what I had just suggested, and tried to distract myself with Dash’s surface thoughts. She was currently daydreaming about a locker room full of Wonderbolts, and one stallion I recognized was bending her over a bench between a row of lockers while Spitfire and others waited their turn.
Interesting, I can feel you enjoying my little fantasy. Feel free to enjoy my daydreaming. It’s only fair you’re allowed to imagine this magic bullet is Soarin’s massive, throbbing cock.
[Okay—wait! I don’t want to imagine I have a stallion inside me!]
Really? Let me show you how it feels.
[Please don’t!]
My focus shifted back to what Dash was seeing, as I tried to ignore the daydream. My eyes gazed down as her marehood blossomed open, winking widely. Dash pushed the tip of the vibrator against the soft, pink inner folds of her pussy.
I could feel the smooth plastic against our skin, and it seemed nearly frictionless among all the fluid we were leaking. Dash slowly pushed the vibrator inside us. It had barely gone an inch in when I felt an incredibly sensation. Her lips were being spread wide open and our thighs twitched. I was opening myself up and receiving the dildo, and the gentle warmth and fullness sent shivers up my spine.
Dash continued to push the vibrator in. I watched, unable to look away, and unwilling to return to the locker room daydream. Two inches, three, four; the vibrator wasn’t painful. It felt like it belonged deep inside me, to plug a hole that should have never been empty. The wide head of the dildo pushed deeper and rubbed against my insides.
I felt our vagina clench down around the shaft of the dildo as it slid in further. The low vibrations weren’t enough to do more than tease me as she got her juices flowing. Dash gasped as we felt the dildo reach its full length inside us. It had reached the end of her slippery canal with a couple inches still visible outside.
The labia between our legs continued to wink, grasping at the dildo and trying to pull it in further. Juice trickled down the crack in our ass towards the bed with each wink.
[This isn’t m-much of a punishment. It feels g-good, but w-wrong. I don’t w-want this!]
Are you sure? I think you do want it. I think this isn’t enough stimulation. I’m going to lay here and daydream on low until you apologize and beg me for it.
[I am sorry, I keep saying it! Just finish us off so we can go to bed.]
Nope. You’re not very convincing, and trust me, I know exactly what we want.
Dash’s hooves began to slide across her nipples, pushing down on them until they hardened. She used the soft frog in the sole of her hoof to rub the top of the nipple. They hardened up like the boners I had once had as a man, and began to ache and tingle. Each time she caressed them I felt ourselves tighten up around the shaft of the vibrator.
Another of her hooves went down to our clit. The small nub was also erect now, and far more sensitive than before. With one hoof she worked a nipple and the clit, switching every so often.
She had a point: this wasn’t enough, and I wanted more. Part of me still had the willpower to resist, to hold out until she gave in instead of me. The itching in the back of my mind was telling me this was still wrong. It was in the minority now, as more and more of myself longed to feel the full force of a proper orgasm.
Inside her daydream, I found Dash on the bench, forelegs tied underneath it tightly. Soarin had mounted her and slid in until his balls rested against her ass. Spitfire walked over and strapped a large red ball gag into her mouth, tightening it painfully.
The pain brought me back to reality, noticing Dash had procured an actual ball gag from somewhere and fastened it into our mouth in the real world.
[The hell? You’ve got problems! Look, I give up. I’m super sorry and want you to fuck me, just don’t keep screwing with me over one damn bath!]
Do you hear how insincere you sound?
Dash had tightened the ball gag and began to slide the vibrating dildo back out. As she did so, I began to feel horrible. While the dildo slowly retreated from our marehood, I was overcome with longing.
The emptiness and coldness began to consume me. Where there had once been warm sensations of pleasure and the tingling of nerves, there was nothing. Our sex had sealed up behind the dildo as it pulled out, and begged to have the dildo returned.
[S-stop! Please!]
I told you, not until—
[N-no! I mean, put it back in!]
Dash smiled, stopping when the tip of the vibrator was resting against the outer lips. She was drooling around the ball gag in our mouth and chewed on it gently.
Are all men on your planet this easy?
Before I could reply the dildo started sliding back in. My rational mind tried to warn me that this wasn’t right, but I cared only for that incredible sensation of fullness that Dash had robbed, and was now returning to me.
The way it slid in, so slick with our own fluids, caused Dash to tremble. As I lost myself to the sensation of fullness, I found myself back in her daydream. Soarin was sliding in and out slowly in Dash’s vision. I tried to focus back on the real world, as she let the vibrator slide back out a little and push it back in.
I felt the dildo slip out again. [Dash, don’t stop!]
I’m kinda sleepy now.
[No, please! You started torturing me, and now that I finally want it you stop? You’re a monster!]
I still haven’t heard a sincere apology.
[Dammit! I’m really sorry. Please fuck me!]
That’ll do for now.
She bit into the ball gag as the dildo slid back in. It began to vibrate quicker at a medium pace. While on slow, it had seemed to be a gentle warmness buried inside us. Now that it was going faster, it felt like our hairs were standing on end.
Dash’s body started tensing up randomly, and she bucked her hips in the air. I focused on the sensations spreading through her abdomen. And endless wave of heat was pouring out from between her legs, leaving me adrift in pleasure. Our breath was getting rapid as she approached the edge of her climax.
She closed her eyes, forcing me to focus on her daydream, as I could no longer see anything. Soarin was sliding in and out every few seconds. Dash twisted the vibrator around and let it thrust in fully each time.
[Faster, Soarin!]
In the dream, Dash groaned and slid forward as he pushed in all the way. I felt a buzzing as our vagina clenched down around the sex toy, and our hooves dig into the blankets. The fire inside us had reached every corner of our body when the toy shut off and slid out.
The feeling was one of the worst things I had ever felt. As a man, it was nearly impossible to resist finishing myself off. Yet somehow, Dash kept pushing me closer and closer without reaching climax just to mess with me. The emptiness was maddening. The feeling of fullness as she slid the dildo in was the only thing I cared about anymore.
[Fuck! Dash, I swear to god I’ll behave! Please, I’m sorry!]
Dash grinned and ran a hoof over her engorged clit. I felt her shiver and tremble as she toyed with it.
Ask me to fuck you like the filthy perverted whore you are. Admit that you want a stallion to fuck your brains out.
[Yes, fuck yes! It feels so good, Dash! Fuck me like the filthy whore I am! I deserve it for the bathtub, for hitting on Fluttershy! I’m a fucking pervert! Now FUCK ME, DAMMIT!]
The vibrator rubbed against her clitoris, and I caught a glimpse of her small patch of rainbow hair and the small nub inside it. She then turned the vibrator to full power.
Our body shook in the bed under the onslaught, the overly-sensitive button above her snatch taking in too much at once. It felt electrifying, and our snatch winked so hard I thought it’d swallow the vibrator whole.
Dash kept me there in that maddening state of arousal for a minute, and finally slid the vibrator back in to the hilt. It filled us quickly, causing us to shiver uncontrollably. The warmth had turned to an inferno, and she rolled over to buck against the bed.
The magic bullet couldn’t fit any farther inside of us. The dildo was pinned between her cervix and the bed—and yes, she put all her weight down on it. It still wasn’t enough, I needed more. As she closed her eyes, I joined her in the daydream.
As Dash sped up her bucking against the dildo, the Soarin in her dream grabbed onto her and began slamming himself into her quickly. Spitfire had a belt and was whipping Dash’s neck with it. I could almost feel her tugging at the ropes tying her to the bench.
I found myself genuinely wanting to be fucked harder and faster. I had lost track of time, reaching heights I never had as a human. Even after all this teasing, all this arousal, she was still building up to an orgasm. It was a far cry from the thirty seconds I’d last in real life. In fact, I should be so lucky as to become a mare: they had it all!
I tried to snap myself out of these thoughts, but ended up focusing back on the vibrations deep inside us. The muscles between our thighs had the dildo in a vice grip, pulsing against it rapidly. I felt like I was on the surface of the sun, burning alive, as the pleasure became overwhelming to my male mind.
Dash was nearly flailing as she bounced on the bed, driving the dildo in and out. She braced two hooves against the headboard and pushed herself down one last time and held still.
I was about to ask why she stopped when I felt it.
The feeling of fullness in her vagina expanded, engulfing us. Waves radiated outward, causing every muscle in her body to tense up. Her legs trembled and she curled over as she fought to prolong her climax. Finally, her muscles could stay tense no longer, and she went limp, gasping for air.
I felt the bottled up orgasm escape and was overcome with emotion. Pleasure, warmth, contentment, fire, and electricity. We were bucking the air, and I felt fluid running down our leg onto the bed. The dildo shot out as her pussy clenched shut around it, spraying our juices on the bed sheet.
We rolled around and continued to rub our thighs and inner folds against anything Dash could get her hooves on. She settled on grinding against a pillow and letting the friction slide along her clitoris as waves of ecstasy washed over us.
I was losing my ability to focus on anything. This orgasm was too intense, too much to compare to anything I felt before. I was seeing stars in our mind’s eye, and felt the network of her memories expanding, engulfing me. I knew all her pleasure, all her pain, as the orgasm fused parts of our personalities together.
And it felt amazing.
Dash was still panting and squirming around a little when the orgasm finally faded. The ball gag was unfastened and pulled out of our mouth, revealing a large puddle of drool on the comforter of the bed. She laid there, recovering, as I struggled out of the haze that had filled her mind.
[Dash. . . that was. . . incredible. Can we go. . . just one more time? I’m sorry, I swear I’ll behave!]
D-dude, r-relax. . . That was—I’ve n-never had. . . one that intense. What did you do?
[I don’t think I did. . . anything. It was incredible. . . the way our essence merged in that moment. . .]
And it was e-exhausting. . . I’m going to sleep.
[No! Please, Dash, I need another! I’ll do anything!]
Dash chuckled out loud and pulled the sheets down. She crawled under the blankets on the side of the bed that was less wet, and pulled them back up. We were sandwiched between a layer of clouds and thick, feathery blankets. It was an amazingly warm and comfortable cocoon. I heard the dildo roll off the bed and hit the floor.
Sorry, Dude, I wanna sleep. . . And now I proved my point. You’ll behave now, won’t you?
I thought about it and the intense pleasure only she knew her body well enough to bring us. I thought about what my asshole behavior was really accomplishing, and if it was wise to torment a pony who so completely controlled my fate.
[I’ll behave, Pinkie promise. This is your body and I’m at your mercy. . . I’ll do anything to feel that way again.]
Wow, haven’t I turned you into the little nympho? I want you to behave, not turn into a Catholic schoolpony. After all, I only punish naughty fillies, and I found a few of your smart-ass remarks funny.
[Deal, and thanks again, Dash. I don’t know how you did that, but Soarin is a very lucky stallion.]
She closed her eyes and began to daydream of Soarin again. I could feel our marehood start winking again, and Dash shifted her legs. The arousal was getting the sheets wet. I soon felt her drifting off into a dream, only this time I joined her.
Somehow I seemed to connect with her and was able to experience her dream from her perspective. Now that we’d finally come to an understanding, it seemed like she had opened up more of her mind to me. We hadn’t shared a dream before, and I was interested to see what it was like.
We were strapped back down to the bench in the locker room. Spitfire had just finished hoof cuffing our hind legs to the bench, and our forelegs were still useless.
I lost track of the fact we were dreaming as as I squirmed against the bench. I felt as if I really was Dash, so I looked up at Soarin. He had stepped over the bench and sat in front of me. He put his forelegs on my back and slid forward.
I licked my lips and shook the rainbow mane out of my way, then granted his dick access to my mouth. It tasted sweet as honey and I swirled my tongue around it as it pushed back into my throat.
I felt another stallion mount me from behind, and flicked my tail out of the way. He was pushing against my anus instead of my dripping slit. There was some pain as he worked his way in and began to fill me up.
This was going to be the best dream ever.