I skimmed over the rooftops of downtown Ponyville, twisting to avoid chimneys and climbing to zoom over the higher roofs. I knocked off a shingle or a brick here and there as I passed — steering was proving to be a problem. This body was a lot heavier than the one I was used to. My extra wing strength compensated for that in terms of getting and staying airborne, but I was front-heavy now, which threw off my balance. Plus more weight meant a slower rate of climb, and a wider turn radius. Most infuriating of all, I was definitely accelerating more slowly, and I bet that my top speed had been impacted as well.
Coming to the edge of town, I dropped down to a dozen or so hooves over the ground. Flying nap-of-the earth like this was a risky proposition even in my old body, let alone this new one, and if I had been honest with myself, it wasn’t really necessary. Sure, flying low to the ground would keep me out of line of sight from Twilight and her spells, but there had been no sign of pursuit from her at all. It occurred to me that it might compromise her ‘royal dignity’ to be seen in public with cum matted in her belly fur. And that in the past Twilight really hadn’t gone out of her way to keep me from doing stupid things.
No, I was doing this because it was fun.
I tore through a peach orchard. Branches shook, and peach tree leaves spiraled frantically to the ground in my wake. Up ahead, there was a low stone fence, and then a field of wheat. I flew just over the tall stalks, my bow shock parting them beneath me and making them wave violently behind.
I wondered if I could work up to a sonic rainboom at this altitude. The property damage would be immense, but knowing that only made me want to do it more.
Truth be told, I was flipping out. I felt like I had as a filly in my first heat — on edge, desperately horny (already horny again!), and furious at everything. I didn’t have a reason to be angry, except maybe at Twilight for doing this to me. And I had to admit, she had warned me. And she’d let me have sex with her. That was pretty awesome of her.
It didn’t matter. I just wanted to destroy something. I banked hard and headed for the Whitetail Woods, where I could do the most damage with the least chance of hurting anypony. I reached the edge of the forest in seconds, and the trees swayed away from me as I blasted my way under the canopy of green leaves.
As branches whipped by above and below me, I started to suspect that this had been a bad idea. I was totally going to run into something.
No. I could do this. No matter what was between my hind legs, I was still Rainbow Danger Dash, best flier in Equestria. Trees began to groan and creak from the shock of my passage as I picked up speed. With a mighty flap, I lifted my body enough to just pass over the top of one leafy branch. Knots and twigs raked across my chest, and I glanced back in pain and surprise. How dare that branch! Then I rammed right into the branch in front of me.
I fell into a spiraling, out-of-control spin. I pulled my forelegs over my eyes as I slammed through branch after branch, until I splashed down into the Whitetail creek.
I staggered to my hooves, dripping wet, and ran through my patented, much-used post-crash physical checklist. My wings were fine, and that was what was most important. Eyes intact. Legs banged up, but no sign of breaks or sprains. There were some bruises and scrapes on my barrel, and one ugly gash on my shoulder, but it wasn’t bleeding too badly. My new plumbing seemed fine. Based on my experience with it so far, I was sure if there was anything wrong, it would let me know right away.
I was okay.
I waded to shore and shook the water from my fur. There was a small, still pool off to the side of the creek upstream a little ways, and I climbed up there to check for cosmetic damage, and to check out what what I looked like now.
“Well, aren’t you a handsome fellow,” I said, gently brushing a floating leaf away from my reflection. I had a blunt, almost brutish muzzle, set off by strong cheekbones and a sturdy, stallionly jaw with a slight fluff of beard. Intense violet eyes. A manestyle not too different from my old one, just a little longer and more spiky. It looked like there was some product involved? That was odd — I didn’t normally use product, and I certainly hadn’t put any in that morning.
Come to think of it, I didn’t smell like Fluttershy’s perfume any more, either. Weird. Maybe it had washed off in the river.
Oh well. Twilight should have some answers soon enough.
I rinsed my wound with river water, and bent down for a little drink. It might not be safe to drink from lakes and rivers outside of Equestria, but the Equestrian Weather Service had a whole department devoted to keeping the ground water clean.
I returned my attention to my body, which it turned out was a magnificent specimen. Lean and sleek, and cut like an ancient pegasus statue. Such muscle definition! As a mare, I’d striven for this kind of look, but my stupid female biology had insisted on clinging to that body fat. This body didn’t seem to have an ounce of wasted flesh on it.
Not that I mind a curvy mare. I like a filly with junk in her trunk. I just don’t want any junk in mine.
“Dashie likes,” I purred, sliding my hooves down the ridges of my abdominal obliques towards the good stuff. I’d snuck enough peeks beneath Twi’s brother’s tail to know why ol’ Pretty Purple Princess had picked me to live out her naughty little incest fantasy — I was smaller than Shining, both overall and in the undercarriage, but the shiny dark blue sheath and balls did look very similar.
Thinking about Twilight, and about her sexy big brother, made my shaft start to stiffen, and I helped it along with slow, gentle strokes from my flexible, leathery hooves. “There you go, little guy. Come on out. Don’t be shy.” I shuddered at the feeling of my hooves running along that elegant, flared shaft. It wasn’t better or worse then stroking my old package, but it was a whole new toy to play with.
I thought about how a lot of Equestrian stallions could suck themselves off. I’d watched a couple of my male lovers do it, and It seemed like a good time, if I could pull it off. I bent my neck down as as far as I could go, and cursed. If I stretched out my lips I could just brush the edge of the flare. So frustrating!
Not one to be defeated, I hopped to my hooves, and began a series of pre-flight stretches. Then I rolled over and planted my haunches up the side of a tree. Gravity was clearly working in my favor, because right away my flare bonked me in the nose, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind it.
“Score one for Rainbow Dash,” I chuckled. I licked the drooling flare, lovingly lapping up my sticky juices, and tasting the salty flavor of my skin. Then I strained my neck up, mouth open, so that I could slide my cobalt lips around the flare.
“Mgh yhhh!” I moaned, hips shivering with delight. I’d sucked many a dick in my twenty-two years as a filly, but now I was finding out what it felt like. Turns out it felt amazing. Every little move of my cheeks and tongue sent new tingles through my body. I started fucking my own face, pumping my hips mercilessly. My jaw was already aching from being open so wide, but this felt so good that I didn’t care.
I tried every trick I knew — I tried the filly flare flick, and it was heavenly. I tried the double dip dunk, and almost gagged myself, but that was great, too. I couldn’t get far enough down the shaft to do the ring rinser, but maybe I could show Fluttershy how later.
I popped my mouth free for a second, spraying my face with drool and pre as my cock bounced out of my mouth. I spit in my hooves and I wrapped them around my shaft. I pushed my cock back into my mouth, and I started to pump my hooves rapidly, from my balls to my lips. I considered holding back, just to try to improve my endurance, but it just felt too good to stop, even for a second. Before I knew it my own thick, salty cum was filling my mouth, threatening to overflow my lips. I gulped, then gulped again, then a third time. Damn, I put out some serious volume! Go me!
I lay back, the bliss of afterglow filling my body. I looked down at the limp hose of my dick lying across my belly, and at those two magnificent balls, which still looked really full. “Way to go, guys,” I chuckled. “I think we’re gonna have a good time together.”
I flopped down onto my side and lay there, listening to the river and the birds. The weather was nice, warm but not too warm, and the grass by the riverside was cool and soft. I could totally fall asleep like this, but that cut on my side stung. It was going to get infected if I didn’t get it looked at. Plus I figured I’d probably be horny again in another half-hour or so. Luckily I knew someone who I thought could help me with both.
So I rolled over, and stretched out my back legs, then my front, and then my wings. With a few flaps, I was up and on my way to a little cottage at the edge of the Everfree Forest.