This new year, each pony in town is determined to make their resolutions come true. The good news is that Discord is willing to give them exactly what they asked for. The bad news is, he's still sore over a thousand years in stone.
This new year, each pony in town is determined to make their resolutions come true. The good news is that Discord is willing to give them exactly what they asked for. The bad news is, he's still sore over a thousand years in stone.
A collab project with other authors, releasing new chapters for each of the mane six and then other ponies. Chapters written by TwistedSpectrum, Dashie Rising, and next updates from , Rustle my Jimmies, Scrub, and Refro.
The fireplace warmed up the library as everypony sat at a table drinking hot chocolate. Tomorrow was the first day of the new year, and Twilight had gathered her friends to relax and trade resolutions.
“Who wants to go first?” Twilight asked.
Dash smiled and spread her wings. “Well, I’m going to get on the Wonderbolts next year, that’s my resolution.”
“Ah seem to recall you makin’ that resolution last year,” Applejack said. She took a sip of her hot cocoa.
“Yeah, well this year for sure I’ll make the Wonderbolts. And what will yours be? To be as fast and awesome as I am?”
“Hah! Well, Ah reckon Ah want the Apple family farm to be famous across Equestria,” she replied.
Rarity set down her drink. “What a wonderful goal! Why, I hope to be recognized as the most beautiful mare in Equestria, with the whitest coat and smoothest, silkiest fur.”
“Aww, what about everypony else?” Pinkie asked. “You should have one like me! Mine is to make everypony happy! Every single one!”
“Oh dear, I just want to make all my animals happy,” Fluttershy said. “They get so lonely around the holidays, I wish I could do more.”
“Wow, those are all really good,” Twilight stated.
“What’s yours?” Rarity inquired.
“Oh, well mine is to find a way to make Celestia happy. Next year I’ll find her the perfect gift! She’s been such an amazing mentor,” Twilight replied.
As they continued to debate their New Year’s resolutions, Discord sat eavesdropping outside the window of the library. “This is perfect,” Discord said. “I’ll help all their wishes come true and I daresay it’ll be quite entertaining! You should be careful what you make resolutions for!”
Discord snapped his fingers, vanishing in a flash of light.
Pinkie was first to leave the library, eager to get home and begin preparing for the New Year’s Eve party. She felt a tingling down her spine while walking down the road, and wasn’t sure what her Pinkie sense was trying to tell her. After pondering it for a moment, she continued down the road.
“Pinkie, stop!” Caramel shouted. He ran over to greet her, realizing once he got there she had frozen mid-stride. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yes,” Pinkie replied. She glanced around, wondering why she couldn’t move.
“Relax, I just wanted to see if you need a hoof setting up for the party at Town hall.”
She sighed in relief, able to move again once he told her to relax. “Oh sure, I am just having the strangest Pinkie senses.”
“Sit down and I can go find a nurse.”
Pinkie sat down and watched as Caramel started to leave. “Wait! I can’t move, come back!”
He turned around and trotted back over. “Uh, is this some sort of game? Like Simon says?”
“I don’t know, tell me to stand up!”
“Sure, stand up,” Caramel stated.
Pinkie stood up and stretched out her legs. “Wow, this is super duper weird.”
“Kneel.”
She knelt down on the ground in front of him. Caramel chuckled and grinned. “Oh, at least I’m making you happy, Caramel! But I think we better go get Twilight to fix this.”
“Be quiet.” Caramel continued to smirk as mischievous thoughts ran through his mind.
Pinkie tried to speak, but her voice seemed absent. Her throat felt numb and no noise came forth as she tried to figure out what was going on. Every attempt to stand back up failed as she found herself powerless to disobey his commands.
“This is quite a game you’re playing, but I think it’ll make me and my friends very happy. Follow me, Pinkie.” Caramel headed back towards his house with the pink pony in tow.
Once he got home he wasted no time, closing the curtains and clearing out some space in the living room. Pinkie continued to follow him around like a lost puppy, silently watching him. Inside her head, she was screaming for help. Something was preventing her from doing anything other than what Caramel said.
There was a knock on the door, and Thunderlane let himself in. “Hey, Caramel, you’re going to be late for—oh, I didn’t know you had company. Hi, Pinkie.”
She just stood there staring at him, eyes wide and misty, pleading for help.
Pinkie trotted over, managing a small smile as she found herself able to move somewhat freely.
“She’s fine,” Caramel trotted over to her side. “Tell him your fine.”
“I’m fine, Thunderlane!” Pinkie cheered. She mentally cursed herself afterwards, as she was most definitely not fine.
“What on Equestria is going on?” Thunderlane asked. “I mean, it’s not really my business if Pinkie is okay with whatever game you’re cooking up.”
“We’re playing Simon says, and she is doing everything I say. Granted it was a little weird at first, but she wants to make everypony happy.”
Pinkie continued to stand between them, like a toy that had been turned off and was waiting to be used.
“I uh. . . alright, do you want me to leave, Pinkie?”
Given an order to answer a question, she replied “no!” She was worried what Caramel would do to her alone, yet the question had been a simple answer. Pinkie tried to explain that she was scared, that she couldn’t disobey any commands, but everything after ‘no’ was cut off.
“Well, I guess I can share. I mean, Pinkie seems to want it.” Caramel shifted uncomfortably as his cock finished extending out of its sheeth. “Pinkie, get me nice and lubed up.”
She smiled, dropping to her knees and sliding under Caramel’s chest. Pinkie tried to scream in horror as she put two hooves on the mottled shaft in front of her. A thin stream of pre was leaking down the head, and she licked it off without thinking. Pinkie ran her hooves up and down the thick shaft while playing with the head. Her lips suckled softly on it and teased it to grow out a little further.
“Whoa, this is my kind of party,” Thunderlane said. “How’d you convince her to do this?”
“I just asked nicely,” Caramel explained. “You want in?”
“Sure.”
“Pinkie, turn around,” Caramel ordered.
Obediently, Pinkie got up and spun around to face Thunderlane. She stood there still as a statue as Caramel climbed up on her back. Pinkie felt a growing pressure as his dick pushed up against her marehood. She whimpered silently as her body obeyed his commands.
Caramel took his time, sliding in slowly and parting her inner folds. Pinkie began to feel her body betraying her, a warmth growing inside her as she was filled up. After a minute, he had bottomed out and held tightly onto her back.
“Okay, you can mount her now,” Caramel said.
“Open up, Pinkie,” Thunderlane said.
She opened her mouth widely, licking her lips. Thunderlane’s dick twitched as he climbed up onto her. Pinkie was left feeling like a piece of furniture as two stallions supported their weight on her. Tears escaped her eyes as the head of Thunderland’s cock passed her lips. She started to gag on the meaty appendage.
Thunderlane felt her throat spasm as she made no attempt to ease his passage. “You’ve given head before, right? Show some enthusiasm!”
Like a light switch, her body flicked on and began relaxing and sucking his dick. Her tongue swirled around his meaty shaft, taking in the salty flavor of it. Pinkie’s throat quivered as her body pushed forward, granting the dick passage into her throat.
Caramel bumped into her during his next thrust, pushing her further down on Thunderlane. The pegasus pulled back and started to thrust at the same speed as Caramel. The two stared down at Pinkie, wrapping their forelegs around her mane and flanks. They tugged at her in opposite directions.
Her throat was stretching painfully and it was hard to breathe, but deep down a part of her was whispering that she was making them happy. Pinkie still wanted to escape, but was getting aroused just knowing how much they were enjoying using her.
The walls of her marehood tightened down around Caramel’s shaft, and she regained enough control to push backwards, meeting him each time he thrust in. A part of her knew she had to climax at the same time as the two stallions to ensure they got the most enjoyment out of it. Her body ignored her mind’s protests, warming up as she approached the building orgasm.
“On three?” Caramel asked.
Thunderlane grunted in agreement.
“One. . .” He picked up his pace thrusting in rapidly and letting his balls slap against her ass. Pinkie’s back seemed to buckle slightly as both stallions thrust into her at the same time.
“Two. . .” Caramel tightened his forelegs around her flanks. Pinkie felt him expanding inside her, his flared head scraping against her insides. Thunderlane soon mirrored the action, sending an uncomfortable pressure down her throat. Pinkie felt her vision blacking out from lack of air.
“Three!” The two stallions thrust forward, squishing Pinkie into a pancake. They held themselves in deeply and they began to spew load after load inside of her.
Pinkie felt the flared head in her pussy spraying her insides with warm fluid. It had no where to go, and the pressure continued to build. Her marehood milked Caramel’s cock for each drop of sperm as the stallion groaned in pleasure.
Thunderlane finished depositing his semen in Pinkie’s stomach, and started pulling out. The last few loads landed in her mouth on the way out before he pulled out completely.
Pinkie gasped for breath, inhaling the salty cum, before collapsing forward. She slid off Caramel’s cock as he pulled out.
“Wow, that was amazing,” Caramel said. “Thanks, Pinkie.”
“Anything to make everypony happy, Master!” Pinkie gasped, trying to take back what she said but unable to.
“Did. . . she just call you Master?” Thunderlane asked.
“Yes, Master,” she responded.
“Wow, I’ve got to go get the rest of the guys, they won’t believe this!”
“Sure, I’ll make sure she’s cleaned up for when they get here.” Caramel walked over to Pinkie. “Get up and come over to the closet.”
She obeyed his command, biting her lip and hoping she wouldn’t have to degrade herself further. Once she got over there, he opened the closet.
“Hold still and keep quiet, slave.” Caramel had a glint in his eye as he smirked, reveling in his newfound power.
Pinkie gave him a subtle nod, wondering why he couldn’t notice the tears on her face. They must have all dried up by now, or surely he’d have helped her.
Caramel pulled out a rag, quickly wiping off her face and the droplets of semen that had leaked out of the corner of her mouth. He then went around behind her, cleaning up a drizzle of his cum off her hind leg.
Her eyes darted around looking for a way out but they were alone. She then felt something placed on her face, flinching slightly as straps were tightened around her head.
A large bit slid into her mouth and was fastened in place, as a bridle slid over her nose and under her chin. The straps effectively muzzled her, locking her mouth shut around the bit. Once they were tightened all the way, blinders were flipped shut over her eyes.
“Lay on your face, forelegs between your hind legs.”
Pinkie obeyed the command, mentally screaming at him. Yet at the same time, another part of her was screaming back that she was making him happy, and that should make her happy.
Fetters were clicked into place on her forelegs, and a bar was put in place to lock her hind legs apart. Pinkie couldn’t have moved if she wanted to, and if she did want to, her legs were now locked in place. She had been turned into the perfect submissive fuck-toy.
A painful jolt went through her tit, followed by another on the opposite nipple. Sharp nipple clamps had been put in place and attached to the spreader bar, then tightened. The tension held her swollen nipples down to the bar.
“You look beautiful. I can’t thank you enough for doing this, Pinkie. You really are making every stallion’s New Year special,” Caramel said.
He stepped onto her back, made easier by his positioning, and pushed his dick against her wet cunt. He still had some more energy in him, and was still slick from fucking her minutes ago.
Pinkie felt him thrust in, disregarding any discomfort it may cause. As her hips were forced forward, the nipple clamps tugged taut, sending a ripple of pain through her. She could feel a cold puddle of drool forming on the floor around the bit and bridle. Her nose was pushed into the hardwood floor, sliding through the drool. Caramel hadn’t given her permission to move, and he did say to lay flat on her face. Each thrust slid her further forward until Caramel tugged her back, impaling her on his cock.
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt him pull out. The wide head of his dick pushed against her pert ass. Pinkie’s body tightened up on reflex.
“Trust me, Pinkie, this’ll hurt much less if you relax,” Caramel said.
Her body obeyed, and she felt a calmness wash over her. Pinkie’s taut sphincter loosened, and Caramel pushed his head against her ass. His cock flattened out, until finally parting her ass cheeks and pushing down deep into her anus.
Caramel felt the hot slimy canal spasm, as he slowly pushed in further. Her backside rose to meet him as he pushed in as far as he could.
Pinkie felt sharp pains as she had never been taken in the ass before. Tears began to stream down her face again, obscured by the blinders. The familiar nagging voice in her head tried to cheer her up, telling her that Caramel had never been happier. Pinkie wanted to believe the voice and enjoy this, but this wasn’t what she had meant when she wanted everypony to be happy.
Caramel started sliding in and out, marveling at her tightness. He realized that Pinkie couldn’t have ever had anal before and be this tight, and looked forward to a long night of loosening up that pert ass.
His medial ring continued to cause a small bulge as it passed her sphincter. The heat radiating from her ass and the compression on his cock felt incredible.
Knowing his gift wasn’t going anywhere, he sped up until he felt himself flaring in her tight confines. There would be plenty of time to go again later, so he rushed to the satisfying conclusion. His cock twitched and large loads of sperm shot out into Pinkie’s ass. Caramel held it in place, filling her up with his seed.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled out and let his dick retreat into its sheath. After wiping her backside down, he fished around in the closet and came out with a large butt plug. He wanted to make sure that pert ass was kept ready for the fun later.
After pushing the plug against her wet marehood, he used the lube to push against her ass. Pinkie felt it stretch painfully and wanted to scream, until it finally popped into place. Her muscles contracted involuntarily but couldn’t push the plug out.
To make it worse, Caramel began to inflate it into place, filling her up until she felt ready to burst. She then felt the plug begin to vibrate at a low setting, enough to tease her but not enough to get off.
“Don’t go anywhere now, Pinkie.” He walked over and knelt down next to her head, planting a kiss between two of the straps on her cheek. “I need to go see what’s taking Thunderlane and the other stallions so long.”
Rainbow Dash was the second one to leave the library that day. Her resolution for New Years was already on her mind: Joining the Wonderbolts! She figured she could get a few extra hours of training in today, and she knew she’d probably need it. She remembered, back at the Wonderbolt Academy, that Spitfire had told her the Wonderbolts don’t really need any new members on the team. Dash knew that this meant she had to work really hard to get in. She realized she’d have to do whatever they said, but that maybe this would be the year she got in!
Dash cursed the Equestrian healthcare system for making it so hard to become a Wonderbolt in this age. Unicorn magic in the medical field was extremely advanced, and it wasn’t uncommon for wealthy, important ponies to live for centuries in perfect health. Unfortunately, the Wonderbolts were among that upper class. With none of the current members getting sick or retiring anytime soon, they weren’t expected to need to hire anyone new for at least another 100 years.
Rainbow Dash couldn’t wait that long, she wanted in now! Ah, but what’s the use, all the team positions were already filled. There’s just no way she could ever—
“Rainbow Dash!”
Rainbow Dash froze in mid air at the sound of that voice. She recognized who it was, but no, that didn’t make any sense. Why would she come to Ponyville?
“I’ve been looking for you, Rainbow,” said the Captain of the Wonderbolts.
Dash turned around slowly, her eyes growing wide. “S-Spitfire?”
The yellow pegasus glared with her eyes. “That’s Captain Spitfire to you, missy.”
Dash hastily threw a salute. “Y-yes ma’am—Captain—ma’am.”
“Follow me, cadet.” Spitfire said, unceremoniously, as she flew off towards Cloudsdale.
Dash followed behind her on reflex. “Captain Ma’am, where are we going? Why were you looking for me, ma’am?”
“A position has opened,” Spitfire muttered, not even bothering to look back at Dash.
Dash’s heart skipped a few beats and a squee escaped of her mouth. “Are you serious! A spot on the team? FOR ME!?”
Spitfire glared back at the recruit. “Not for you necessarily. It’s for the most qualified candidate. Whether or not that’s you remains to be seen. You are to report to the Wonderbolts stadium with me, and the team members and I shall analyse your skills to determine if you will be welcomed to the team.”
Dash threw a salute as she smiled wider than she ever had before. “I won’t let you down, ma’am. I’ll show you that I’m qualified, ma’am.”
Spitfire rolled her eyes and returned to her flightpath. God this recruit was stupid. Well, whatever, she’d come out on top when the stallion members of the team were excited about bringing in a new mare.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soarin looked up as Spitfire and the new mare landed in the center of the stadium. He turned to Rapidfire and nudged his fellow stallion. “Hey, check out the fresh meat.”
Rapidfire looked over the cyan mare who had landed a few dozen meters away. “Looks pretty good.”
Soarin rose an eyebrow “We’ll see about that.” Soarin knew Dash from the pictures they’d voted on to select her. She looked really good in those shots, but he really wanted to see her up close before he made up his mind on whether or not she could join the team.
“Yo, new girl, come over here!” Rapidfire waved a hoof at her.
“God damn, she looks eager.” Soarin chuckled as Dash smiled and her eyes lit up as she trotted over.
“I don’t know where Spitfire finds these mares, honestly.”
Soarin shrugged. “Finding mares is easy, finding good mares is hard.”
Rainbow got within earshot and they could already hear her squees. “Oh my gosh, Soarin! I know all your lap times! And Rapidfire, you set 12 world records!”
“Mmmhm, yeah, sure. Give us a spin, kid.” Rapidfire made a turning motion with a hoof.
“A spin? Oh, uh sure.” Dash turned in place slowly. “My name’s Rainbow Dash by the way! I was the best in my class! But hey, you probably knew that already, right?” She gave out a nervous laugh.
Dash jumped a centimeter in the air when she felt hooves land on her flanks mid turn. “Hold it right there kid.” Soarin muttered as he stopped the new recruit with her ass facing him.
Rapidfire poked at her toned flanks with a hoof. He shook his head as he looked at Soarin. “I don’t know man. Not too much cushion back here. It’s all muscle.”
Dash laughed nervously, “Ha, yeah, I work out a lot. Lots of sprinting on hoof, you know, for faster start times and stuff. I train myself everyday.”
Soarin tuned her out, then ran a hoof down her legs. “Yeah, Rapidfire, I agree, she is a bit too lean, isn’t she? Well how does the rest of her look?”
Dash felt a gust of cold air as one of the stallions pulled her tail up. “Ah! Hey!”
The stallions ignored her. “Mmmm, very nice. Damn, she looks tight.”
Dash stepped forward, jerking her tail back to cover herself and then turning around to face the perverts. “Hey! What do you think you guys are doing! I thought you were professionals!”
The two stallions stared at her, expressionless. Soarin turned to his friend, “A little feisty, could be fun.”
Rapidfire nods, utterly ignoring Dash’s presence. “Yeah, not bad. Reminds me a little of Black Lightning, all those years back.”
Dash stamps her hooves. “What is this, a joke? Come on, quit messing around, when are we getting to the trials? I wanna show you my skills!” She waved a hoof in front of them, waiting for a reply. “Hello! I’m talking to you guys!”
“Recruit! What the hell do you think you’re doing!” Spitfire snapped from a few meters away and trotted over to them.
Dash lowered her eyes and glanced over at the Captain. “Sorry ma’am, I was just talking to—”
“Rule One: Don’t speak to your stallions unless spoken to. Do you ever want this job recruit?”
Dash’s mouth drops open and she stumbles for words. “Yes ma’am! Of course ma’am! I just don’t know what they were doing and they wouldn’t...”
Spitfire waved at Dash to dismiss her ramblings. She then turned to her peers. “So, Soarin, Rapidfire, what do you think?”
Soarin shrugged. “Eh. I’ve seen better. Nice cunt, but she seems a little too boney.”
Dash scrunched her face. What did he say, he’s seen better? Oh no, he must not think she’s in shape to race with them! What if she doesn’t get this position! She has to get it! She’s so close, she can’t lose now!
Rapidfire threw in his two cents. “I think she’ll work, but yeah, not enough cushion of the pushin’, if you know what I mean.” Dash was busy in her internal thoughts and wasn’t really paying attention, she knew she had to do anything she could to get on the team!
Spitfire glanced the cyan mare up and down. She did look a little too boney, way too muscular too, no ‘team mare’ should have a body that fit. “Hmmm, don’t worry guys, we can fix this.”
Dash snapped back to attention. “Fix what? I’ll do anything!”
Spitfire nodded. “We’ll have a special diet for you. Custom made to help make your body more ideal for this new job.”
“I’ll do it! I’ll eat whatever diet you want!” Dash’s eyes sparkled. “Does that mean I got the job!?”
“We’ll see.”
~~~~~~~~~~~
Back in the Wonderbolt offices Soarin and Rapidfire were showing new photos of the new mare to the other stallions on the team. There were close to fifty male Wonderbolts in all, and each one had questions about the potential new mare.
“No worries Quicksilver, we checked her health records, she’s 100% clean, no STD’s of any kind.”
Another stallion looked the photo’s over. “She’s a bit skinny, isn’t she?”
Rapidfire shook his head. “We’re taking care of that, Spitfire is had our chef mix up some special feed. One gallon of pure lard, with estrogen supplements blended right in. The mare agreed to any diet, so we’re feeding her that three times a day until she plumps up as desired.”
“Why the estrogen supplements?”
Rapidfire smirked. “You know how Soarin likes all his mares to have plump crotchtits.”
Soarin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, like I’m the only stallion here who like to see some big feminine assets. Anyway, this estrogen supplement is also formulated to break her muscles down faster.”
“Ah, perfect.” A stallion nodded. “I was gonna say, she’s way too jacked in her current state.”
Soarin tosses a hoof. “No worries, she’ll be a weak little bitch with huge flanks and tits in just a few days.”
Another pegasus nods. “Do we have to wait that long to use her? I’ve been flying like crap ever since our last mare passed away from that accident.”
Soarin and Rapidfire exchanged glances with Spitfire. The latter shrugged. “She can start working full time today, well, once she signs the liability papers.”
“Sounds great, let’s go welcome her to the team!”
Soarin raises a hoof. “Well, we need to give the performance test first. Looks are only half the criteria here, she needs skills too.”
Spitfire nodded and looked over at a nearby corkboard. “The winners of this month’s canned food drive are Rapidfire, Quicksilver, and Black Thunder. Looks like you guys get to go administer the performance tests.”
“Fuck yeah!” Quicksilver hoof bumped the other two lucky stallions.
Soarin passes a clipboard over to them. “Be sure to record the results. And if she passes, get her to sign that employment form when you’re done.”
~~~~~~~
Dash smacked her lips as she downed the last of the bucket of lard out in the food tent. The Wonderbolt chef glanced at the bucket to make sure it was empty. “Okay, Ms. Dash, you’re finished. Spitfire told me to remind you to return in four hours for the next serving.”
“Yes ma’am!” Dash tried to do a quick salute, but her limbs felt really sluggish. She asked herself if she maybe ate too much, but quickly dismissed it. She figured that since the Wonderbolts ordered her to eat that meal, it was obviously going to make her better at her new job. She giggled at the thought, she was totally going to get this job. She was going to be a Wonderbolt! A real Wonderbolt! Her lifelong dream! She just had to pass the performance test and then—
“Oh, there she is.” Quicksilver mumbled.
Rainbow Dash glanced at the source of the noise and spotted three stallions. They were all wearing their skin-tight Wonderbolt suits, and one had a clipboard. They were probably here to give her the performance test!
Quicksilver snarled. “Oy, mare! Get your ass over here.”
“Yes sir, right away sir!”. Rainbow gulped as she headed over to him out out of the field. She knew he was Quicksilver, the champion of the inverse loop, and one of the fastest long distance flyers of this generation. He was also known as a bit of a hardass, but he was one of the best there was. She knew that if she could impress him, then she was as good as hired!
“Get on your belly, mare.”
“My name is Rainbow Dash...” She mumbled, but did exactly as he said and got on her belly and watched him trot closer. She’d never been this close to a Wonderbolt stallion in his suit before! He was practically standing over her.
“Unzip my lower opening.” Quicksilver said without emotion in his voice.
Dash gulped. That was the one that covered his private parts! “Y-yes sir...” She fumbled a hoof at the zipper. He probably can’t reach it himself and needs to go to the bathroom. As the rookie on the team she’d probably have to do odd jobs like this.
“Hey, don’t use the hooves. Use your mouth to unzip it.” Quicksilver commanded. Dash paused and reasoned with herself. The suit fabric was probably really fragile, he probably simply didn’t want her hooves to damage it. Yeah, her mouth would work best. She gingerly leaned her head towards his crotch and grabbed the zipper in her teeth, then pulled her head back and unzipped the crotch on his suit.
“Aaah!” Dash cried out as a massive, erect stallion cock flopped out and landed across her snout. She tried to jump backwards, but she was stuck under the stallion. In fact, she couldn’t even move for some reason. Dash glanced back and saw that Quicksilver had placed his forehooves on her back. “Hey, umm, I’m stuck! Quicksilver? Sir?”
The stallion responded by jerking his hips and making his cock smack her on the lips. “I don’t got all day, mare.”
Dash squirmed around, under the stallion. “What is this? Come on, let me out, it smells really gross!”
Rapidfire, standing nearby with the clipboard, couldn’t help but smirk. Yeah, it probably really did smell. They rarely washed these suits and they got pretty sweaty when they performed. Their cocks were practically soaked in their ball sweat. He almost felt bad for the mare, almost. “Come on recruit, you signed up for this job trial, didn’t you? Time to show us what you got.”
Dash whimpered. They were serious? They wanted her to suck Quicksilver’s cock? She’s heard of the phrase “It’s not what you know, it’s who you blow”, but she thought that only applied in the Canterlot business world! Did she really have to do that here in order to get hired as a Wonderbolt star?
The cock jerked upwards again and landed on her lips. She closed her eyes and thought to herself ‘Come on, Dash, this will all be worth it, you gotta get on the team!’ She parted her lips and gave the rancid horsecock a suckle.
Quicksilver grunted, “Come on bitch, we haven’t got all day. If you wanna be hired you better be able to do these quick.”
“Yss shur,” Dash mumbled through a muzzle that was full of hot, sweaty horse cock.
Quicksilver starting thrusting himself down her throat, further cutting off the mare’s ability to speak. Black Thunder decided it was his time to join in on the performance exam. He walked around to her exposed ass and lifted her tail. “I gotta admit, mare, this is one of the tightest pussies I’ve even seen in a job applicant for this position. Have you ever even been with a stallion before?”
“Mmmmphrr!” The mare recruit said, alarmed. What the hell kind of job interview was this!? Didn’t they need to test her flying abilities and stuff? She really wanted to ask what was up, but she knew none of them could understand her as Quicksilver had hilted himself down her throat. She gagged slightly as she felt her entire esophagus get fucked by the oversized pony cock.
Thunder never got a clear answer from the mare about her virginity, but he slid his dick into her tight pussy regardless. He heard her cry out in some sort of surprise, but he was too lost in his own moans. After a few more thrusts he glanced at the stallion with the clipboard. “Oh god, Rapidfire, put her down for 10/10 on quality of her cunt. This is hands down, the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt in a mare.”
Rapidfire hastily made the marking and then trotted closer to her. “Don’t you two think for a second that I’m going to let you have all the fun. Move over a bit Thunder, dibs on the anus.”
Dash’s ears perked up and she tried to cry out past the flaring cock in her mouth. Triple penetration, they had to be kidding! What the fuck did they think she was, some whore?
“Come on in, the bitch is fine.” Thunder said with a smirk as he shifted along with Quicksilver in order to open a path for Rapidfire to join in on the job interview.
Rainbow Dash felt the third cock ram into her and she tried to just focus on his goals. “Come on Dash, just be nice and do what they say. You wanna be a member on the Wonderbolts. Gotta get through this, gotta get on the team... gotta get on the team... this is the only way...”
A few seconds later, Quicksilver came. He was still deepthroating her and felt his cum get pumped directly into her stomach. For a second he considered pulling back a bit so the whore could at least taste his cum. He knew most mares are into that sort of thing, but nah. This wasn’t a date; this was a job interview. This dumb bitch was applying for the job of team cum dumpster. Such a position meant that she would have to get used to sucking cock professionally, and not just for pleasure.
“Blargh!” Dash sputtered as Quicksilver’s now-flaccid cock left her mouth. “There, I did it for you!” She winced as the two stallions behind her continued to pound into her ass and cunt. “I did what you wanted, so, did I get the job!?”
“I’d vote yes, this ass is so fucking warm and tight, I’d love to have her around.”
“I agree with Rapidfire’s vote.” Thunder moaned as he felt himself start to flare. “This pussy is so slick, I love it!”
Quicksilver shrugged. “Her mouth was alright. I’ve felt better before, but if you guys like her snatch that much, I’d be willing to sign her on.”
“Really?!” Dash grinned wide. “I made the team?” She was so happy she started to grind back into the cocks behind her. Getting triple penetrated was so worth it if it meant she was going to be a Wonderbolt! “You sure you don’t wanna see my flying moves though?”
Quicksilver scoffed, then dropped the contract, and a quill, at her feet. “Why the fuck would we want to see your flying moves? We saw your cunt, that’s all we needed from you. You passed the exam, just sign the contract if you want the job, whore.”
Dash’s mouth dried up and her ass went numb as she stared down at the paper before her:
CONTRACT: WONDERBOLT CUM DUMPSTER
- Position title: Whore/cumdumpster
- Job description: Stallions are known to fly slower when their balls are full, applicant is to live with the team permanently and remain in the locker room, accessible at all times. All stallions are required to empty their balls into applicant before each team practice and event. Stallions also have the option to dump their cum into applicant whenever they feel it is necessary.
- Pay: No salary, no benefits. Payment will simply be room and board.
- Term: Lifelong, applicant is not allowed to leave service once started.
- Additional Remarks: Upon accepting the job, applicant will lose their legal status as a citizen and be considered full property of the The Wonderbolts ®. Applicant will forfeit all property, possessions, and future decision making, leaving them in the hands of her owners. Applicant will also forfeit their prior name, and hereafter will only be referred to as ‘whore’, ‘mare’, ‘slut’, ‘bitch’ or ‘cumdumpster’. Anyone caught saying applicant’s original name will be fined.
-Contract begins upon signature and may not be revoked by any party.
-Applicant’s Current Name: Rainbow Dash
-Applicant Signature: __________
Dash didn’t even feel the stallion behind her blow his load into her cunt. Her mouth just trembled as she read over the contract again. “Team... cumdumpster?”
Thunder moved up alongside her. “What’s the matter kid? It’s what you wanted ain’t it?”
Dash’s eyes glazed over and she trembled as she started to contemplate actually doing it. “I... I wanted to be a Wonderbolt... I want to be on the team...”
Rapidfire pulled out of her ass and trotted around to her front to finish on her face. “Yeah, we know, that’s what Spitfire said. You’ll be employed by the team.”
Dash held back a sob. “I’d be a whore...”
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Rapidfire paused for a second as he came, blowing hot globs all over the mare’s face. “I think it suits you well, the team would fly much better if you were here!”
Thunder pats her on the back. “Yeah, and you said you wanted to be a member, right? How else did you think you were going to get on the team?”
Quicksilver heard the discussion and laughed heartedly. “Maybe the whore thought she could be one of the fliers.”
Dash shrank down in humiliation as all three stallions roared with laughter. She could feel the cum dripping out of her ass, pussy, and running down her face. She would never make it as a flyer...
Quicksilver nudged the quill over to her. “Come on, slut, sign the paper, or get out of here and never join the Wonderbolts.”
Her new year’s resolution pounded across her head and her mouth practically spoke on its own. “I need to join the Wonderbolts... Please let me join, I wanna do it... Please...” Dash grabbed the quill in her mouth, and her muscle memory guided her through signing the contract. “I wanna do it, I wanna be a Wonderbolt, I’ll do anything you say...”
Quicksilver snapped up the signed contract. “Oh, you’ll be doing plenty of that, you fucking slut. Go to the locker room and get ready for your first job. Team practice is in 15 minutes and there are fifty two stallions flying today. I hope you got your cock sucking lips ready.”
Rainbow Dash, no, the team cumdumpster nodded slowly. “Am I... Am I a Wonderbolt now?”
Thunder waved a hoof “Yeah, sure, whatever. Just shut the fuck up and get in our locker room, whore.”
Quicksilver grimaced. “And don’t forget rule one, you stupid slut. You’re not to speak to us, your mouth is for fucking and sucking, not talking.”
Rapidfire nods. “Mmm, that reminds me, I’ll let the chef know you took the job. Your lard meals will be sent to your new home in the locker room.”
The whore looked up, “Wait, that meal was lard?! But, my figure! I trained this body for over a decade to be strong and—”
Quicksilver bumps her shoulder with a hoof to cut her off. “Hey! I told you twice already, lips are only for sucking and fucking only!”
Dash nodded. She was a Wonderbolt now, she better do what her masters say.
~~~~~~~~~Later that day~~~~~~~~
Discord snapped his fingers, appearing in Dash’s house. He’d just finished ensuring Pinkie got her resolution, and had opted to do Dash’s next. His mind raced with the possibilities. Perhaps he seals her into a rubber flight suit—no wait, that’s it! Discord chuckles. He’ll turn Dash into a flight suit. Then, she’ll get in the Wonderbolts! Or, more accurately, they’ll get in her.
He searches around the house, not finding Dash anywhere. There a knock at the door so he snaps his fingers and appears on the porch.
“Derpy?” Discord says surprised. “You’re not Dash, have you seen her?”
“Nope, but I know where she is. Ms. Spitfire asked me to contact the regional weather office, and put a vacancy notice on Dash’s house. She was accepted to the Wonderbolts!”
He chuckles. It looks like Dash didn’t need his help after all. Perhaps this mare could use a friendly hoof. “Oh, where are my manners. I’m helping ponies get their New Years Resolutions on the right track. May I ask what a lovely mare like you has set for a goal?”
~~~~~~~~~Six Months Later~~~~~~~~
“Oh man, what a practice!” Soarin stretched his wings as they walked into the locker room.
Spitfire, walked alongside him and nodded. “Yeah, that was quite a challenging one. You going to the Grand Galloping Gala tonight? All the royals are attending again.”
“Yeah, I should be there around six.” Soarin paused to hit a bell on the wall.
“Do you have a tie?” Spitfire smiled, last year Soarin forgot it and almost wasn’t allowed in without one.
“Very funny Spits, yes I have my tie.” Soarin shook his head with amusement. A moment later the automatic door next to them slid back. The cumdumpster heard her bell and trotted out of her closet to be used. She had a cowbell around her neck that read “Property of Wonderbolts”, and her flanks were branded with the text “Cumdumpster”. The block lettering covered up her cutie mark, and no one on the team ever really remembered what it was.
In any case, it took the whore a few seconds to trot towards the awaiting stallion. She gained a good 250 pounds since she first arrived, nearly all of it going to her flanks and massive crotchtits. It wasn’t without cost though, her toned muscles had nearly all wasted away. She knew she couldn’t even fly an inch off the ground anymore. No one else knew though, simply because no one else cared in the slightest. They did care about her wings a little bit though, as they made great handlebars to grab when they were fucking her. Sadly, her once slick cunt had been stretched open from hundreds of days of endless fucking. But while her cunt was loose, at least her ass remained fairly tight.
Soarin preferred her mouth at any rate, and slipped his cock into her waiting lips. Those lips of hers were perpetually sucking cock, so much so that even when the whore was alone her lips were naturally parted as if there was a cock between them.
Soarin thrust his sweat-soaked cock into her mouth and he continued his conversation with Spitfire. “Think they’ll have hot food at the Gala tonight?”
Spitfire yawned. “Maybe, and hopefully it’s better this year, last year the catering sucked.”
“No kidding.” Soarin nodded slowly at Spitfire, paying zero attention to the thing sucking him off. “You’d think they’d actually have good food at these things too.”
“Whatever, I’m just there for the free booze.”
“Heh, seconded.” Soaring chuckled, then blew his load a moment later. Most of it went down the throat of the ‘dumpster, but some of it went on her face. Or maybe it all went in her mouth, truth be told, no one was really paying it any attention to those details. The whore was there to do her job, and she did it well. But like any piece of property owned by an organization, it fades into the background pretty quick.
Well, she thought, at least she got what she wanted, it was the best New Years Resolution ever.
Rarity looked around the room at her gathered friends. She had spent the last doozie of a year getting into more mischief than she scolded Sweetie Belle for, had seen more dangers than the entirety of the Royal Guard, and had seen her friend ascend to princesshood, her designs in tow! It had been a busy year, and Rarity was eager to begin anew. She returned to the conversation in time to hear Applejack’s resolution.
‘Hmph! as if you aren’t already famous, Applejack!’ Rarity thought, before perking up. “What a wonderful goal!” ‘not!’ “Why, I wish to be the most beautiful mare in Equestria! With the whitest coat and the smoothest, silkiest fur!” she continued the thought in her head, ‘just enough dedication and effort, and I’ll be there in no time!’
--0--0--0--0--
Discord smiled to himself. Rarity, having called her resolution out so loudly, would soon feel Discord’s prank soon enough. “Rarity wants a coat so white? I’ll replace her shampoo tonight! She wants the silkiest fur around? She’ll be smooth, much better to pound!” He flew away, cackling, toward Carousel Boutique. With a snap of a claw, he disappeared with a pop.
Discord reappeared in Rarity’s bathroom, sliding out the showerhead in spaghetti strands, reforming in the tub with a cigar in his mouth. He snapped into his hand a Poison Joke flower, and opened Rarity’s shampoo bottle. He shoved the flower inside the shampoo bottle and shook it up. He smiled and snapped his fingers once more, a blob of off-white goo appearing in midair beside him. He kept the blob levitating, cackling and siphoning it into Rarity’s shampoo bottle.
“Cum in me! DO IT!” Cadence pulled harder on her husband, forcing him inside her leaking folds as her walls attempted to force Shining’s semen out of him. She was tired of never getting the chance to be a mother. She was forcing the issue tonight, and there was nothing Shining could do to stop her.
“Uh-Uh-You sure?” Shining could feel his resolve breaking, the dam about to burst open, his floodgates-
Shining thrusted into his wife one last time as he passed into the waves of orgasm, releasing into his wife, load after load, and she never seemed to fill up. “Sh..SHINING! Why! Are you-Unh! Not filling me! I told you to...to do it!” Cadence fumed, still riding her orgasm, but coming down from the hormonal high from her frustration at the lack of stallion seed in her love canal.
Shining pulled out with a soft pop, Cadence dripping from her juices, but none of Shining’s were present.
Husband and wife looked at each other.
“What the fuck?”
--0--0--0--0--
Discord chuckled and teleported away, Rarity’s front door having opened, signaling the mare’s return from her new year’s get together. The night had been magical for Rarity, and it was about to get a whole lot more chaotic.
Rarity walked through her front door, closing and locking it behind her. She glanced down to see Opalescence pawing at the bottom of her scarf.
“Oh, Opal! It was indeed a great time tonight, we had cocoa, and I resolved to be the most beautiful mare in Equestria!” Rarity swooned, looking around the room and envisioning the numerous stallions she could have helping her around the shop. The cat could only face-paw in reaction to her owner’s daily beauty tirade. “Now Opal, we all know I can attain my goals! I just need to work at them with all that I have got!” Rarity turned around and faced the stairs. “Now, to wash away all the grime and dirt from my evening trot home. So much dust in the air, I really must get Rainbow Dash to keep the roads sufficiently wettened to prevent all this dust from ruining my fabulous mane!” Rarity flicked her head to the side, her mane bouncing along with her, framing her face with its natural curl. She began the trot up to her room, the painting across the room watching with glowing yellow eyes.
--0--0--0--0--
Rarity let the stress of the previous year roll off her body and down the shower drain, all the dirt having been long-erased from her coat and mane. She enjoyed these private moments most, time to reflect on the day’s events, and especially now, the past year’s. She had been through so much together with her friends, fighting the evilest of treacherous villains, and seeing many a peaceful sunset huddled together on a hillside…
She shook her head, picking her sight apart from the daydream. “ A lady does not look her best from plain old water!” Rarity turned around and focused on her shampoo bottle, noticing it in a different spot than she remembered leaving it. ‘That’s strange…’ she thought. ‘Ah well, maybe Sweetie Belle used it this morning when she stayed over.’ Rarity mused the idea of Sweetie Belle trying to aspire to her! She could be a role model yet! She shook the shampoo bottle over her head, releasing some of it into her mane, and began working the shampoo into her hair with her magic, coating every single strand with the off-white gel. She proceeded to run more along her back and worked the shampoo into her coat as well. The label had promised ‘A brighter, cleaner coat and luscious mane in just minutes!’ and she intended to take advantage of its claims.
Rarity spun around under the showerhead, an elaborate dance of cleanliness and waterfalls coursing through her mane and coat, washing out all the product she used in it during her shower. As the last vestiges of soapy suds fell to the onslaught of steamy hot water, Rarity shut off her shower and glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Oh my! I was in there for an hour! Ohh, my hooves are going to be positively pruney!” she wailed, pulling over her fainting stool and sitting haphazardly on it as she leaned against the counter. She noticed her coat was especially radiant, almost to the point of shimmering under the light, but she dismissed the notion as her coat reflecting light off its wetness. Rarity made to stand, but found herself unable to move, her joints locking up on her. A look of fright passed her features as she struggled to stand.
“I can’t-RGH! Get! Up!” Rarity grunted with each push, it felt like she were trying to climb out from under Canterlot Mountain, her back stiff and her limbs now unresponsive. “Somepony! HELP!” Rarity called with all her lung force, but found her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps, as though the air was Pinkie’s Super-Massively-Slow Molasses, and her lungs made of tissue. She glanced down at her coat and was met with the sight of the hairs receding into her skin, but the flesh underneath her coat was staying as white as the hair that made it up!
She could see the skin ripple a bit as it took on a sheen not unlike latex. Her thought process fell apart at the idea. She was becoming latex! ‘But this is...This is impossible!’ she thought, hearing a quiet squeaking noise coming from her flank, where her cutie mark was stretching wider and wider. She watched in shock as her trio of diamonds disappeared and was replaced by a disturbingly accurate stallion phallus on each side of her flanks. Her thoughts were getting harder and harder to keep track of, her head felt like it was filling with helium.
Rarity’s limbs were now unresponsive, having converted into their latex forms, hairless, sleek, and the brightest white she had ever seen. “When I-” she gasped, her voice starting to crack into a series of squeaking noises. “Said I want-*squeak*” She could feel tears building on her face, this was far from what she expected from her resolution! She wanted to be the most loved and beautiful mare, with the whitest coat in all Equestria! Not to have white plastic skin!
She emitted a series of grunts as the transformation spread to her belly, advancing toward her marehood. Her lower lips were dripping, her body worked up and aroused from the forcefulness and sensitivity the latex skin brought. Each small breeze or gust of air from the ceiling fan made her shiver in delight, her arousal filling the room with its musky scent. She was losing herself in the pleasurable sensations the transformation was giving her, she hardly noticed when her marehood puffed out and opened itself for the world to see, before becoming sealed in the latex that was taking over her body. It twitched as her folds were consumed by latex, presenting her entrance with a large opening for any stallion, no matter how large.
It was at this moment that her curse became clear: she was becoming a latex sex doll! She would have the whitest coat, and she would be loved by stallions all over Equestria. Her heart stopped at the thought, but did not resume beating, her insides beginning to disappear into her quickly ballooning form. Rarity felt another shock of arousal fill her up as her tail lifted and froze in place above her ass, her new latex marehood easily visible from behind. The latex continued its relentless pursuit, coursing over her anus, opening it up as a secondary entrance, the muscles clenching before fading into the plastic.
Rarity had never felt so full. Her insides were all but absent, having receded into her latex form, which, thankfully, still looked like her normal fabulous self. She pondered over how she could have run into such a predicament. It certainly had something to do with their resolutions they had made that night. If her situation was so dire, she could only imagine what her friends were going through right now. Her thoughts turned sour as she imagined various images of Twilight and Princess Celestia, the former leaning in toward the latter’s mareho- Rarity stopped her train of thought mercilessly. She had no clue why her first thought was so...so...sensual. It might have had something to do with how incredibly turned on she was from her transformation, she mused.
She felt her mouth rise into a seductive smile, her lips spreading into a shapely ‘O’, as her tongue flattened itself against the bottom of her mouth. Her breathing had stopped long ago, but her mind raced along as though hyperventilating itself. She wondered who or what had caused her twist in fate, her destiny to be the whitest and most beautiful sex doll, and how much she wanted a stallion like Big Mac to take her and rut- she stopped again, wondering about the direction her thoughts were taking almost every second now.
Her eyes closed to half-lidded, her gaze hot enough to melt even the most stalwart of stallions’ resolve, with her eye shadow becoming a painted patch over each eye, her lashes becoming stitching along her eyes, from which the life was slowly fading. Rarity could feel every single inch of her body as it caught the light breeze from the fan above her, arousal rippling through her with each slight touch. Her gaze had frozen forward, staring at the shower curtain, and away from the door. She could hear every minute detail about the ensuing silence, the faint pittering of water from the shower head to the tub floor, the steam condensing on the wall, the door opening with a creak… ‘The door!’ Rarity pieced together that somepony had entered the bathroom behind her when she felt a slight tugging at the base of her tail.
Rarity’s arousal began to ebb and flow out of her, along with her thoughts and cares, everything that was or would be flowing from her existence as the plug on her backside released the air that was within her latex form. Her vision darkened, her mind receding into the depths of what remained of her conscience. A brown paw pressed lightly on her back, encouraging the release of the air trapped inside the mare-turned-balloon. Discord cackled as he forced the last of the air out of Rarity’s deflated form, the mare having blacked out from loss of sensation. He folded her body into a neat square, making sure to fold her face upward before shoving her form into a small plastic bag and zipping it shut.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Discord laughed, speaking to Rarity, but all the mare could hear was a faint squeak from her body rubbing against itself, a sensation she would never truly describe in her life. “It appears you’ve gotten your wish, my dear Rarity! You are most beautiful in your new form!” Discord chuckled, tossing the bagged doll between his claw and paw, making her shift around and squeak ever so slightly. “And I daresay you’ve got the whitest coat I’ve ever seen in Equestria!” Discord opened a dimensional rift, snagged a briefcase from the tear in reality, and stuffed Rarity into it before placing it back into sub-space, where she would remain until that night. Discord snapped his claw and disappeared once again, the only sign of Rarity’s transformation being the unkempt appearance of the bathroom.
--0--0--0--
Rarity felt empty.
She had never imagined that her new year would start with her resolution fulfilling itself in quite the manner it had. She had also never imagined she would be stuffed inside a box in an unknown location by an unknown pony, but her imagination was never this wild to begin with. She could not feel her body, having been deflated at the hooves of some dastardly pony, when she saw a sliver of light flowing out of the top of the bag she was in. She felt the box jolt, and her bagged form slid onto a hard surface, face down, but outside nonetheless. Her senses were returning to her slowly as she was lifted from the bag by somepony’s magical field.
“Oh, What have we here?” Rarity swore she could hear a whisper in her ear.
“Well, well, it seems the servants decided to find me a suitable ‘friend’ for once.” A snooty, stuck up voice echoed out as Rarity’s sight returned. She could see more and more of the room before her opening up as she inflated ever so slightly. Her owner was filling her up, and she couldn’t wait to see where she was.
“Oh! Look at that! It’s a make of that one mare from the Gala a couple years back! She was absolute drivel to be around, but at least this one can’t throw cake at my wonderfully kept Royal Face!” The snooty voice echoed again, Rarity’s sight having exposed the bed she was being suspended before, a mirror across the room confirming her worst fears.
The stallion glanced in the mirror as well, his eyes lighting up as he noticed how good he looked when inflating his nightly slave. His lush blond mane caressed a face of chiseled proportions, the horn atop his forehead a dead ringer for the owner of the mysterious voice Rarity could hear.
Prince Blueblood adjusted his bow tie, observing the rapidly inflating latex mare before him, her proportions perfect, almost life-like. He adored attention to detail, and the maker of this new toy was certainly attentive. Not a single stitch was out of place, and every entrance to the mare was slick and lubed up, ready for a thorough session. He wondered where his servants had come across this mare, he would have to tell them to acquire more, as this one would get the full treatment tonight. He made a note to take a picture of the fully-inflated sex doll for his ‘Records’, or his list of inflatables he would consider again.
Spinning the mare around in his field, he smiled. The mare it was based on was an absolute nightmare to court that evening, so he would make sure she couldn’t put up a fight tonight! He placed the Rarity doll on his bed, face down and moved to mount it, his dick unsheathing and extending, aroused at the anticipation of fucking such a prime example of worksponyship. He grabbed onto Rarity’s latex form and eased his cock into her plastic lips, spreading her legs easily, rewarding himself with a squeak as his member rubbed against the mare’s inner walls.
Rarity could not think straight. Her body was shivering in absolute pleasure, Blueblood’s length filling her entirely as she rode orgasm after orgasm, never coming quite down enough to make coherent thoughts. Her sensitivity to touch was much higher than she had ever known, each of Blueblood’s thrusts almost put her over the edge.
She could not do anything more than lose herself in blissful arousal, her mind slowly accustoming itself to the idea of being fucked all the time. She found herself wanting Blueblood to never stop, to keep her at this hormonal peak forever, but she could feel his head flare as he grew closer and closer to climax. She faded into her sexual haze as Blueblood pulled her closer.
“This-NH! Conso-RRT! Is Incredibl-AH!” Blueblood grunted with each breath, his dick slamming into the Rarity doll harder than he had ever managed to without popping previous puffed-up ponies. He thrust into the doll, forcing himself as deep as he could, releasing his seed into the canal in her pussy, load after load forcing its way out of Blueblood into Rarity’s insides.
Rarity felt like she was about to explode, when she suddenly felt herself filling up. She was getting fuller by the second, her insides were dripping in Blueblood’s cum, his load sloshing around inside her as it swirled about for a place to drain. She could feel the slimy, off white material dripping between Blueblood’s cock and her plastic pussy.
Prince Blueblood grunted, pulling the sex doll off himself with a squeak and a pop, his seed flowing down the doll’s legs and onto the bed. “Oh, drat! I wished to preserve these sheets for later! No matter!” Blueblood magicked the sheets outside his chamber, where a pair of Royal Guards suddenly found themselves playing a very sticky game of ‘Hot Potato’.
Blueblood sighed, he hadn’t had a good fuck like that since last gala, when that one drunk mare had- he glanced down, seeing his erect dick and realizing he was turned on at the memory of the Gala fling. He grabbed the Rarity-doll and spun her around, so her head was level with his chest. He stared into her eyes, mesmerized by the fiery gaze she held forever forward, searching for her mate to return to his ‘duties’.
He positioned her so that her mouth was just over his erection, and slid his length down her latex throat, forcing the plastic to stretch to take in his impressive size. The doll’s material squeaked as he forced his way inside, the mouth having not been lubed up as her plot had been. He was beginning to drip pre-cum, coating the inside of Rarity’s mouth and making the material ride easier on him. He thrust himself down her throat, his every push bringing him closer to another climax.
Rarity found herself losing her mind to arousal again. She had just begun to remember where she was and to try to call for help, but then she felt Blueblood’s dick enter her mouth, thrusting down her throat, and making her see stars in her vision. She peaked at the first thrust, already losing herself to the latex and the sex again. She decided she could stay here a little longer.
Prince Blueblood forced the doll down on his shaft, slamming her head into his belly as hard as he could. He was taking his frustrations out on the replica for the things the real pony had said and done to him. He thrust harder and harder, forcing her throat tighter and tighter, until a loud squeak could be heard. Blueblood pulled out in shock reaction to the noise, his first load shooting from his length as it arced under the doll’s belly. He shot load after load onto the Rarity doll, covering her in his seed as she slowly deflated. He had burst straight through her throat, and now the doll was ruined.
Blueblood frowned, he had just gotten the mare broken in, when he broke her! Such a wonderful piece of sexual creation, gone to his insatiable Royal Rod, and to his carelessness. He watched, an inkling of a tear falling from his face to the floor as the doll tipped over, its legs devoid of air.
Rarity felt everything stop, her arousal and every thought she was processing halted in their tracks, and she quickly felt them slipping away from her. She felt as though her entire being were being sucked from the hole in her throat. ‘I’ve...popped?’ she wondered, her vision blurring as her mane flopped over her face, the air rushing from its luscious curls. She could not see, she could barely feel, and she could barely hear.
She didn’t even hear Blueblood’s final words for her.
“Alas! A true mastery of the craft! I’ve desecrated the name of your creator!” Blueblood wailed, ‘Why does everything fall apart on me?’ he thought, as he glanced down at the doll. It had almost fully deflated, some air remaining in the ends of its limbs and in its mane and face. Blueblood rolled the deflated mare up, pressing every last bit of air from her latex form. “Now, a proper resting place for a treasure such as you!” Blueblood opened the door to his chambers, glancing quietly at the guards, who were standing suspiciously in front of a large ash pile in the hallway. “Guards!”
“Y-Yes, Sire?” the pegasus guard answered.
“Take this to the Royal Sex Doll Depository at once! I seem to have...ruined it, and wish for it to remain in my collection for all the royalty and upper-crust ponies to see and enjoy the craftsponyship for years to come!” Blueblood deposited the deflated, cum-soaked doll on the floor with a loud splattering noise, the stallion’s seed splashing into the guards’ faces.
“We-*Cough*” one began.
“Right awa-*ack*” finished the other.
The two guards carried the dripping latex mass between them on the points of their spears. The doll was still dripping, a trail of cum drops littering the passages behind the duo. Their path led them to a chamber almost directly below Blueblood’s chambers. If one listened carefully, they could hear exactly when Blueblood took on a latex friend. The chamber filled with the faint sounds of squeaking and deep grunts of arousal, signaling the zealous Prince’s return to action.
“This thing...smells! Can we just get rid of it?” one guard, to another.
“Let’s wash it off first, it can’t do any harm!” The other replied.
“We’ve come this far, just dump it!” The first guard said, irritated at his situation. He thrust open the door to the chamber, and forced his spear inside first, the dim lights around the room barely illuminating its occupants. Hundreds of spent, ripped, popped, or just over-worn sex dolls littered the floor, some piles of the spent latex ponies towering over his head. He advanced into the room, followed by his partner. He motioned to toss the remains of the doll on three, but his companion missed the signal and thrust his spear forward. The spent sex doll fell from above the pair and landed right across their backs. They made to get up but found they couldn’t move, they were pinned under the cum-drenched latex mare!
As they struggled, they failed to notice the blue hue the sex doll had taken on, the magic of the Poison Joke still active within her body, having been awakened by exposure to stallion seed. Their bodies glowed blue for a moment before the light disappeared entirely. Both stallions found themselves immobile and shrinking in size, their proportions becoming more sleek and feminine, their manes growing out and their stallionhoods retreating to make room for their new vaginas. Their hooves shrank as their muzzles retreated and their faces grew into seductive mare’s looks. Their bodies frozen, their skin started to become latex, the plastic advancing along their bodies, erasing any evidence of the living guard and replacing it with pure, sensitive latex. Their minds grew hazy as their bodies emptied and inflated, their forms taking on the appearance of sex dolls themselves.
The new dolls felt their sentience slipping away from them as they fell over, the spears falling on top of them and puncturing each one on her face. The two dolls slowly deflated, the air rushing from their faces, taking the last vestiges of their pony selves and emptying their minds completely. The chamber door closed, the echoing sound and vibration enough to topple a pile of the deflated dolls onto the forms of Rarity and the two guards-turned-sex dolls.The last thing they saw was the tens of faces of mares rushing to meet them on the floor, before their vision disappeared entirely.
