Anyone You Can Do I Can Do Bigger
Billy the Cloud was a dastardly fiend, wanted in five different towns for raining on parades, and Rainbow Dash had him dead in her sights. She was the toughest weathercop in Equestria, the only one who could bring a mark like him in, and not even the rules — which she never played by anyway — could stop her from seeing justice done. "Dammit, Rainbow Dash," she whispered. "If you don't handle this one by the book, I'll have your badge on my desk before sundown." She grinned. "Well, then, Chief..." Aerial dive! Loop-de-loop! Roundhouse kick! Billie the Cloud exploded into a million tiny water droplets. "...You can call that my resignation."
She turned to Twilight. "You saw that one, right? Tell me you saw that one."
"Mmm?" Twilight barely glanced up from her clipboard. "Yeah, yeah, I saw it."
"You totally didn't!" Dash zipped downward and pushed the clipboard away. "Twilight, come on! This is important! How am I supposed to bring my A-game if nobody's watching?"
Twilight groaned and lit her horn. A magic purple clipboard, twice the size of an actual clipboard, shoved her back. "I don't know if you've noticed, Rainbow Dash," she said, frantically ticking boxes on the real clipboard, "but I'm busy coordinating all the preparations for this festival. I do appreciate your help, but I can't exactly spare the resources to feed your ego right now."
"Ha!" Dash ha'd. "As if my ego needs feeding! You need to lighten up, Twilight." Sheesh, she was so high-strung. "I'm still getting my work done." She took off and kicked three more clouds to smithereens. She took a bow. That one had to get Twilight's attention. "Got a thermometer? I need to see how cool that move was."
"Got a clock?" Twilight asked. "We could see how much time you're wasting with all your showboating."
Seriously? "You know, it's not like I had to help you out with this." Dash muttered, eyes narrowed. "I'm doing this because I want to. I've already done my volunteer hours this week."
"And, as I said, I do appreciate your help." Twilight flipped through her clipboard and penciled in a few more lines. "But this is the first festival I'm organizing as a princess! Celestia and Luna will both be attending, and it needs to be absolutely perfect. If you won't take it seriously, Rainbow, I understand perfectly, but tell me now, so I can find somepony who will."
Seriously? "Hey, I'm totally serious! In fact, 'Serious' is my middle name!" Total lie — it was actually 'Professionalism' — but not like Twilight would know that. She molded a cloud into a makeshift clipboard and started toying with it. "See how serious I'm being right now? I bet I could be even more serious than you!"
"Rainbow..." Twilight started. "If you don't stop that this instant..."
"Blah blah blah," she said, flipping pages on her cloudboard. It was probably a bad idea to tease an alicorn princess, but she was feeling a little spiteful at the moment. "I'm Twilight Sparkle. Numbers and math. I'm all wound up because I'm not getting any and the postal service sent my new dildo to the wrong address!"
"H-hey!" Twilight spluttered, a blush forming on her cheeks. "Who told you that? Rainbow, I'm warning you!"
"Blah blah blah, I'm jealous of Rainbow Dash because she knows how to have fun and I don't, and every stallion in Ponyville knows that."
"That's it!"
Twilight's horn lit up like a torch, and a warm, purplish glow wrapped around Rainbow Dash. Dash tensed, ready at any moment for something crazy or weird, but — no, this didn't feel crazy at all. It felt... it felt like the warmest, most soothing bath she'd ever taken. She could feel her body relaxing, unwinding, and especially so as the magic's tingle ran up between her legs. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan before Twilight could hear it. Yeah. It felt good. Oh, Celestia, did it feel good.
"There."
It took Dash a minute to notice the spell was over. The magic dissipated around her, taking all its warmth and good feelings away with it. She rubbed her thighs together slightly in midair, trying to recapture a bit of its charge, but no, it was gone now. What a tease. She turned her attention back toward Twilight, who was wearing the smuggest grin she'd ever seen — minus her own in the mirror.
"I learned that spell last week," Twilight said, in that self-assured Twilight way. "It was designed for teaching humility. Every time you brag about how much better you are than somepony else, your head will swell up." She grinned. "Get it? Because it's full of hot air?"
Dash's heart nearly stopped in her chest. Nearly. Her jaw, on the other hoof, dropped spectacularly. "What? No! That's too far! Bragging's my thing, Twilight! I can't live without it!"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage somehow," Twilight said, refocusing on her clipboard. "I'll remove it tomorrow, before the festival. We can write about it in our Friendship Diary afterward, if you'd like. Think of it as a learning experience."
"Or I can think of it as torture," Dash huffed.
"Or torture." Twilight hardly seemed broken up by that. She flipped a few pages and ticked another box. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Rainbow, I need to enlist another volunteer to handle the clouds in this area. One who can handle things more... you know. Maturely."
Ooh, that did it. Dash would have liked nothing more than to open her word-bank and give Twilight a piece of her mind, but at the current rate she'd end up with three more 'learning experiences' before she could finish even the basic swears. No, the smarter plan would be to bite her tongue now, wait it out, and get Twilight back later on. With interest. "Fine," she said simply. "Fine."
And with that, she took off. Up into the big blue sky, and off to home. Bragging came easier than breathing when she was with somepony else, but if she could lock herself away from everyone she was better than... She could do that. Twenty-four hours, sitting in bed and reading Daring Do books. Maybe blow off a little steam, if she felt like it. The perfect plan. All she had to do was make it to her own front door, and—
"Hey, Rainbow Dash!"
Fuck. She braked to a halt and turned to see who'd called. There, reclining on a cloud, was Thunderlane. He seemed to be enjoying his time off, cock flopped lazily against his belly as he stretched himself out. Double fuck. She liked Thunderlane.
"H-Hey!" She waved back. "How's it going?"
"Pretty good." Thunderlane yawned. "Twilight let you off already?"
Dash glanced away. "Something like that..." she mumbled.
"Cool!" His golden eyes lit up and a grin spread across his face. "How's about a quickie, then?"
"Ehm..." A quickie! Triple fuck. Why Thunderlane? Why now, of all times? It was fate. Destiny. A really rotten destiny.
"Aw, come on, Dash." If she hadn't noticed it earlier, she definitely noticed it now: Thunderlane's cock was swelling up to its full length. A good eleven inches of thick, pulsing stallion cock, more than ready to fill her up. It called to her, even as Thunderlane sat back on his cloud. He seemed hardly aware of his throbbing erection. "It'll be fun! Everyone else is busy with festival prep. Total privacy up here."
"Well..." She licked her lips. Twilight's spell had left her feeling a little hot and bothered. And a fuck and tussle didn't really need all that much bragging... "Okay." She nodded. "I'm in."
"Yes!" Thunderlane cheered, pumping a hoof. He zoomed off and returned with a few more clouds, packing them together with the original to make plenty of space. "Same rules as last time? Warm-up first?"
"You know it." Dash landed and took her stance. Sex in the ancient pegasus tradition. Her favorite. Two ponies wrestled, loser serviced winner. Raw competition, and hotter than Celestia's own sun. "Ready?"
A cocky grin flashed on Thunderlane's face. He tensed as he took his own stance. "Ready!"
Quicker than a cheetah, faster than a speeding bullet, Dash coiled like a spring and sprang. Strategy, schmategy. Blinding, overwhelming speed was the only tactic she needed. She'd gone so fast that it took her a moment to realize she'd missed him. Thunderlane had just barely managed to sidestep her at the last millisecond, and was waving at her with that same, cocky grin on his face. About-face, correct course, charge. Still the only strategy she needed.
Or would have needed, if Thunderlane hadn't been ready this time. "Gotcha!" He blurred to the side and grabbed on, redirecting her momentum into soft, pillowy cloudstuff. They both took a tumble from that one, but Thunderlane was bigger and stronger than her — if not nearly as fast — and by the minute's end he had her pinned. And not only pinned, but in the worst possible position for it: sitting on her chest, swollen balls staring her in the face.
And his cock. Oh, Celestia, his cock. If it looked big from a distance, it towered up close. A tall, black obelisk of throbbing flesh, radiating heat and... something primal. Musky. She could have smelled it a yard away, but near as she was now the odor of Thunderlane's masculinity was thicker than fog. Somewhere above the flaring head of his cock, she could see him grinning wider than ever. "Ready for my prize, Dash."
"Yeah, I know." Dash groaned, more in disappointment at losing than anything else. She buried her muzzle in his sack, taking a deep whiff of sweat and raw sexual need, then groaned for a different reason altogether. Already she could feel her pussy slickening, readying itself for the rut. Rules were rules, she supposed. This was Thunderlane's win... for now. She popped one swollen nut delicately into her mouth, sucking gently as her tongue began fondling it in earnest. A cornucopia of earthy flavors assaulted her as tongue massaged testicle, and she could practically feel every last rumble in Thunderlane's hefty balls, humming and churning with anticipation.
"Unnngh..." Thunderlane let out a long, throaty moan as she switched to the other nut. "Oh, Celestia, that's great, Dash." His stiff wings fluttered and lifted him slightly, allowing her to sit up. "Higher."
And higher she went. Up from his balls, filled to the brim with fresh seed, and on to the dick proper, straining to hold back release. A trickle of slimy, salty precum met her as she licked slowly up the shaft, and her tongue paid special attention toward swirling around the point of contact.
"Fff..." Thunderlane seemed to like that — and of course he would, with the greatest pegasus in Ponyville going down on him. He rose steadily higher in the air, granting her more and more freedom to move. She stopped briefly to drag her tongue across his medial ring before continuing the ascent; a warm, wet climb up his immense stallionhood. Finally she reached the top of his flaring head and planted a sticky, pre-soaked kiss on it, a line of slick fluid connecting it to her lips as she pulled away.
One last shudder from Thunderlane. The last he'd be getting out of her for this win.
"Mm, Dash," he groaned, landing a couple feet away. He wiped a line of drool from his lips, cock still ready at attention and practically crying out for release. "That was pretty good for a warm-up. Can't wait for the real prize."
"Keep waiting." Dash spat and hopped back, ready for round two. She bounced lightly on her hooves, ready to get back into it. The first loss was a rough one, but she had what it took to pull through. All she needed was to get her confidence going. Her fighting spirit needed firing. She puffed herself up and grinned. "I just let the first one go, 'cause I knew you needed the action. You don't really think you could take on the best wrestler in Ponyville, if I get—"
Uh oh. She gasped, even as the words left her lips. That was a brag, plain and simple. She'd done it now. The same purple glow from before ran up her hooves as Twilight's spell took effect. She winced, even as that pleasurable warmth reached her nethers again. It still felt good, but even that was hard to enjoy while knowing her head was about to swell up. She shivered as the magical massage revved into overdrive. A jolt of pleasure shot up her spine and a trickle of fluid ran down her thigh. Okay, she could enjoy that, just a little, but the rest of it was hard to appreciate. Creaking, stretching... an inadvertent moan. The sounds were the worst thing about it. Dash clamped her eyes shut as the process took place, hardly daring to watch her own head get too big for her, and didn't open them again until she was sure the magic had run its course.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She patted her head, running her hooves up and down it. It didn't... seem bigger. She patted it a few more times, just to be sure. No, it didn't feel bigger. In fact, it felt about the same size as it... always had? She stopped. "I'm okay?"
"Um, are you?" Thunderlane asked, a little worried. She looked him in the eyes, hoping for a sign on the status of her head, but the only thing in there was generic concern. If anything, it was Thunderlane who looked weird. He seemed a little different. Smaller, maybe? Just a little?
Nah. She shook her hopefully-normal-sized head. Couldn't be. "I'm fine," she said, half to him and half to herself. "Let's go. Round two. Ready?"
Thunderlane didn't look totally convinced. "You sure, Dash? You looked a little weird for a second there."
"I'm fine," she said, more insistently. She wasn't about to let him back down after taking a win like that. He owed her another shot. But hey, if she couldn't convince him... She turned around to grant him a peek of the goods. A wiggle of her flank with hardly any jiggle — all muscle, of course — and a wink from both ends. "Are you saying I don't look fine?"
Thunderlane bit his lip, his package throbbing even harder. "Ahm, um, no! Not at all! If you — well, if you say you're okay, I guess it's fine." He took his stance, shifting slightly to compensate for his erection. "Ready."
This time was different. Her legs sprang out with just a little more oomph, her take-off just a little bit faster. Ready or not, Thunderlane's dodging still relied on margins of milliseconds, and that didn't take him very far with a full-speed Rainbow Dash hurtling at him. They tumbled again into the cloud, but this time the momentum favored her. Even Thunderlane's ground game felt weaker. His holds were simpler to break, his weight easier to shift. It could have been his boner distracting him — and, if so, she'd planned it all along. Yep.
Whatever it was, the round ended with their positions reversed: Thunderlane pinned on the ground and a more than ready Rainbow Dash sitting on his chest. "Funny," Thunderlane grumbled. "Alright, let me up so I can give you your prize." He made to push her off, and succeeded in nudging her slightly. She pressed down harder and whatever headway he'd managed vanished. He was pinned. "Uh..." Thunderlane's eyes widened in surprise. She would have done the same, if she weren't too busy enjoying the victory. He'd always been able to push her off, if it came down to it. What had changed?
What?
Dash's eyes lit up. He did look a bit smaller like this, didn't he? Twilight's spell couldn't have... Could it? Oh, that would be hot, if it did. She grinned down at her vulnerable fuckbuddy, imagining all she could do with him. Whatever Twilight's spell had done to her could wait. Right now she was hot, she was horny, and she was owed her prize. "I think you're fine where you are," she told him, sliding forward on his chest until her dripping slit stood no more than a few inches from Thunderlane's. She could smell her own need from up above. No doubt he was drowning in it down there, just like he'd done to her. She winked at him, planting quick kiss on his cheek with her netherlips and giggled as thin strands of fluid bridged his muzzle with her crotch. Too funny. Too hot. She was through playing around. She wanted her prize, and she wanted it now.
One word: "Lick."
She didn't have to tell him twice. With as many quickies as they'd both had together, Thunderlane's tongue was probably the most experienced in Ponyville. "Ah!" Every pleasure receptor in her brain started firing as he got to work, licking and lapping at her pussy with gusto. Every slurp and swirl of his tongue seemed to hit just the right spot. He moved smoothly from licks up her puffy lips to squirming about in her innermost depths, and back again, teasing her further and further along with occasional swipes across her throbbing clit. She kept herself busy with setting his tempo, tugging on his silver-blue mane when she needed him faster and thrusting into his muzzle when she needed him deeper. "Ooh, yeah. That's the stuff."
Most of her would have said it didn't get better than this, but some tiny part in the back of her lust-fogged mind whispered that, yes, it could get better than this. And in between thrusts and those decadent laps at her clit, a plan began taking shape. "Bet I'm — oh, Celestia, do that one again!" She stopped for a moan. Thunderlane was pretty good at this. She could hardly even talk straight. "Bet you anything I'm the best you've ever tasted."
That was a brag. One Thunderlane agreed with, judging by his hums of assent, but a brag, nonetheless. A fresh wave of pleasure washed over her as Twilight's spell set to work, no longer visible as a purple glow, but working all the same. And this time she was ready for it. She could feel her body stretching and expanding, her cunt sliding further toward his tongue without need for thrusting. Her tight, strong flank creeping over his chest. The magic's built-in pussy massage only seemed to amplify the sensations from Thunderlane's tonguing, and Dash was content to sit back and drink it in while he drank her in.
If anything, the magic only seemed to bolster the stream of juices flowing down his very thirsty throat.
It struck her now that Twilight's spell was working perfectly. Just not in the way she, or Twilight, would have expected. It did make her head grow bigger — plus the rest of her, too. And if it didn't feel better than sex, it most certainly made sex feel even better. Dash could only grin as her imagination set to work, envisioning herself as the biggest, best pegasus in all of Equestria. Towering over any building, blotting out the sky with her massive wings, standing so tall she'd be more suited to fucking mountains than any stallion's tiny cock.
Another moan escaped her lips, and this time it was only half Thunderlane's fault. It was time do what she did best.
"And after — oh! — after this," she told him, looking down on her precious, little Thunderlane. Thinking of big, bulky Thunderlane as little to an even bigger Rainbow Dash was a huge turn-on, and he'd be getting even littler real soon. "After this, I'm gonna fuck your brains out. You think your warm-up prize was good? Try me after this. You'll hardly even remember it after I'm through with you." Brag. She groaned as the telltale magical buzz started running up her legs, wired to concentrate on her needy cunt. Already her body was expanding, squishing more and more Thunderlane under more and more Rainbow Dash. She flitted her wings to keep the better part of her new weight off him. Didn't want to spoil the surprise too soon.
Thunderlane didn't seem to notice or care. In fact, he was eating her out with more energy than ever. Clearly her dirty talk was turning him on.
"I'll get your wings so stiff, you won't be able to fly straight for weeks." Brag. Bigger. "Mm, oh, yeah, that's good. Take every last inch you've got and then some." Brag. Even bigger. "And, mmph, if you think you can just fill me up like some other mare, you've got another thing coming. I can take any cock this side of Cloudsdale, and I'm going to milk you dry." Brag, brag, brag. Big, bigger, biggest. She could feel herself swelling with every rhythmic contraction of her pussy, every brush against her pleasure button.
"Almost there! Keep going! Faster!" She kept him on as her head rose higher and higher into the air, hefty ass billowing outward. The only thing that could break her bragging streak was Thunderlane's raging boner finally brushing against her titanic rear end. She was big enough now to straddle him front to back, and he was still lapping at her heaving cunt like nothing had changed. It was hard to imagine what it must have felt like to him down there, trying desperately to satisfy a pussy that could only get bigger, wetter, hotter with every boast. Mm. One more would do it. That was all she'd need to push her into the best orgasm ever. She took a breath...
But, no, biology itself betrayed her. Thunderlane took a moment to suckle on her newly-engorged clit, and the resulting jolt of raw pleasure threw all motor control out the window. Her wings gave out, burying him under the full weight of a mare three times his size. "Oh, jeez!" In the split-second after her wings gave out, Dash shifted to get off him. A split-second later, her pussy lurched forward and took his face in whole. "Oh. Ooooh."
The world seemed to go fuzzy, lost in moans and blissful sighs as Thunderlane's head slipped inside her. She was dimly aware of him struggling beneath her, tiny hooves pounding against her massive thighs like a wet sponge against concrete. He might have managed to push a regular-sized Rainbow Dash off him, but the new, bigger Dash was immovable. His tongue had gone from passionate to desperate, reaching deeper and deeper inside her as his oxygen ran out. He might have been shouting something, too, but if he was, her soaking pussy easily absorbed the sound waves, translating them only as a pleasant vibration.
It felt good. Real good. Almost unconsciously, she breathed out one last line: "And I'm the only mare in the world who'll ever come close to drowning you in pussy." Brag. Her vision went white as Twilight's magic ran up through her core, finally pushing her over the edge. Her pussy contracted like a vice around Thunderlane's muzzle before finally ejecting him in a flood of marecum. No doubt the ride of his life. It took her a minute to realize she was still screaming as Twilight's magic finally died down and her orgasm reached an end.
She climbed shakily to her hooves, still basking in the glorious afterglow of the best orgasm ever. Thunderlane was still lying down, halfway pressed into the cloud, gasping for breath and sputtering out globs of her juices. "You okay, Thunderlane?"
"Y-yeah," he got up to his hooves as well, still wiping her fluids from his face. When he was finally convinced he was clean, he chanced looking up at her. And up, and up. He shook his head. He pinched his cheeks. He slapped himself, for al the good it did him. She was still tall enough to look down on him like a colt. Maybe taller. "Dash!" he gasped. "You're—"
"Pretty big," she finished for him, sighing. Her heart still hadn't slowed down, and she could already feel a renewed warmth down in her nethers. Winking, dripping. Hungry for more. She gave him a smile, like a cat would at a canary. "You wanna go again?"
Thunderlane bit his lip and backed away. "Nice of you to offer, Dash, but... uh..." He looked behind him. "I think I hear Rumble calling!" And like a bolt of lightning he was gone.
Dash shrugged. Not like she couldn't catch him, if she'd really wanted, but Thunderlane was too small for her now anyway. Eleven inches only went so far at her size. She was a big mare now, and she had big needs. A glance back toward Ponyville told her all she need to know about where to go next. Yeah, there were plenty of stallions for her back in town. And if one wasn't enough to handle her, well — she could always go for quantity over quality. She licked her lips, picturing a team of stallions struggling desperately to get her off as she swelled even bigger. Oh, the look on Twilight's face would be priceless. She nearly came again just imagining it.
"Yeah." She nodded. Back to Ponyville. Where she could enjoy her new size, and every pony in town would be able to see just how much she enjoyed it. Snooty, uptight princesses included. She flapped her wings, great gusts of wind filling the air as she rose upward. "Ponyville, look out." She grinned. "Here I come."