Stuck in a real BIND
Rainbow Dash blinked multiple times, trying to clear her eyes of the groggy feel of drowsy unresponsiveness. She let out a low groan as a throbbing headache made itself painfully apparent to the little pegasus mare.
“Ugh… my head is spinning…” She moaned through the corners of her dry mouth.
Dash’s mind slowly tried to catch up with its surroundings… had she really had that much to drink the night before? She could somewhat recall heading to the concession stands at the Daring Do convention… but they didn’t serve cider or spirits! So… how had she ended up here? Actually, just where was here?
Dash reached up one of her hooves to try to rub some of the remaining bleariness from her vision… or tried to, anyway. She instantly found that her hooves were not responding to her muscles pulling on them… something was constricting them! She tried to kick out with her legs, only to find that they were also bound, tied tightly at just the right places that she couldn’t get any leverage or wriggle free and create space to escape. Just what the hay was going on!?
Dash opened her mouth to let out a shout, but at the same moment that she began to draw breath for a truly resounding bellow… a drip of something warm and wet fell into the back of her throat, making her cough and gag. Luckily for Rainbow Dash, the action finally cleared her head enough for her to see more than a blurry haze of nothingness… unfortunately, it revealed that the strange drop of liquid was actually a small waterfall of drool.
Quibble Pants’s drool.
Dash gagged slightly, before looking up at the sleeping stallion on top of her. He was snoring quietly, his mouth hanging open with the loose muscle tone of a deep and uninterruptible sleep. From one corner of his mouth a small trail of drool dripped down onto the blue pegasus mare beneath him.
Dash flinched sideways, moving her head to one side so that the trail of spittle would end up in her mane instead of her face. So that was why she felt like she was being crushed: all of the brown earth-stallion’s weight was resting directly on top of Dash’s chest. It also explained why her rope constrictions weren’t as uncomfortable as they usually were (Dash had a good deal of experience with being tied up by nefarious villains): instead of being attached to some pole, stake, or cage, she was tied to the fluffy warmth of another pony. Glancing down at their sides, she saw that they were tied up in a rather unusual fashion. Rounds of rope circled her back and Quibble’s chest… with additional coils hog-tying her hooves for extra security. Finally, there was a strange set of bindings that kept their hips together. But… that warm proximity was a little too close for comfort.
Dash blushed slightly, her mind jumping quickly to how this situation, and compromising position might look if she weren’t tied to the stallion by some nefarious pony. She probably would have assumed that she and Quibble’d had a drunken tumble after meeting up at the convention and hooked up.
Dash’s blush went a couple of shades deeper, was she really interested in Quibble like that? I mean, they’d had that incredible adventure the previous year, and he was almost as big a fan of Daring-Do as she was… and she had to admit, he was kind of cute when his flank fell through the rope bridge…
But then he’d dropped off the face of Equus when the convention had ended! Dash had dropped every hint possible to the stallion to stay in touch, even to visit her in Ponyville if he wanted… but the stupid dork had stumbled over his words with a blush and gone into that shell that most of the Daring Do nerd fan-community went into of bashful shyness. So not awesome…
Dash shook her head from side to side, clearing it of these thoughts - she had much more pressing matters to consider at the moment… like how to escape for one! Quibble having his hooves free and untied would be a big help.
“Hey! QUIBBLE!” Dash shouted at her sleeping compatriot.
The stallion didn’t even twitch.
“QUIBBLE! Wake up you lazy colt!” She screamed again, directly at his closest ear.
This time Dash was heartened slightly to see the brown ear flick in annoyance, and feel the stallion shift slightly with a small groan… but that momentary shift by the stallion immediately brought her attention back down south. Her mind suddenly jumped to a recent conversation she’d participated in with her friends.
Applejack let out a hearty snort, stomping her hoof down on the table, making all the teacups jump. “T’aint right is all I’m sayin’, exposin’ an innocent little filly tah-”
“Applejack, darling, your sister is sixteen and has her cutie mark now.” Rarity sighed, primping her hair, “I’m sure that she’s seen the item in question in dirty magazines… Celestia knows I’ve caught Sweetie with them often enough. I think that scamp Scootaloo gets them from somewhere.”
Rainbow sunk down a little bit lower in her chair, focusing intently on her cup of coffee, trying not to think about how her dirty magazine stash always seemed to get a little bit smaller after movie-nights with Scoots.
“Hay now, if yew’ ain’t up tah the task of poh-leecin’ your sister’s activities, that’s ‘yer business. I on the other, hand, will do all I kin’ for Applebloom to enjoy her innocence a bit longer, which includes not seeing her brother’s... uh… willy!” Applejack stomped again, rattling the china.
Rarity huffed, turning away with closed eyes. “Well first of all, a sophisticated lady would term the thing properly: it is a cock.”
Twilight Sparkle chose this moment to speak up. “Actually Rarity, the correct scientific term is peni-”
“And really,” Rarity went on, ignoring the bookworm, “the only thing you should be concerned about is little Applebloom‘s expectations being set far too high for her future suitors, I imagine the poor colt was dragging along the floor when you roused him from sleep.”
Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Starlight almost spat her drinks out. The rumour was well known around town, but to throw it in Applejack’s face.
A red-faced Applejack seemed to be torn between anger at Rarity and absolute embarrassment that her brother’s endowment might be so publicly known. “And jes’ how would ‘yew know about how big he is?”
“Wait a…” Starlight began, trying to interject.
“So it IS true!?” Rarity chuckled, leaning forward and ignoring Starlight before continuing to needle Applejack in retaliation for the attack she’d made earlier against her sistering ability. “I thought Fluttershy was too inexperienced to know better, and Cheerilee’s account could be attributed to a long dry-spell…”
Fluttershy tried to disappear under the table.
Starlight tried again vainly to say something before being spoken over once again by Rarity. “But when even Sugar Belle started complaining about how difficulty it was to walk after a rendezvous with Big Mac, I began to suspect… this just confirms it!” Rarity had leaned progressively over the table into the increasingly boiling farm-pony’s space, making sure to exact her full retribution for Applejack’s earlier careless remark.
“Con-SARN it, Rarity! Yer’ askin’ for a whuppin’ if you keep talkin’ bout my brother’s wi-”
“Guys, wait a min-” Starlight tried one more time.
“Ah ah ah darling, we went over this it’s a cock. In fact we can now say it’s a big fat monster co-”
Applejack sprang up from her seat, making to charge over the table with one hoof already raised and poised to strike, while Rarity pushed back her own chair with a smirk, her horn igniting with magical potency to counter the raw power of the farm-mare…
Before the two combatants met, however… they were both gripped in a paralyzing magic field, one by Twilight and the other by Starlight.
“Sheesh! Give it a rest already girls.” Pinkie rolled her eyes, grabbing all the silverware that had flown off the tabletop before it could shatter on the ground. “Rarity, you’re being a bit of a meany! Applejack, everypony knows that Big Mac is packin’ serious heat. Sheesh!”
Apologies and tea followed shortly thereafter.
Starlight levitated Applejack back to her side of the table, the situation now somewhat diffused. “But I don’t understand, Applejack. You bucked Big Mac in the ribs so hard he’s in the hospital… when you broke into his room and woke him up?”
Applejack shrugged. “Me and Bloomy were gonna be surprisin’ him with a ‘wake up, it’s your birthday song’...”
Pinkie clapped, “Oh! Those are my favorite!”
Applejack continued, “t’wasn’t no excuse tah be comin’ at his two sisters sportin’ that!” She snorted again and stuck her tongue out. “Despite all the nasty rumours ‘bout us farm-folk, t’aint natural to lust after yer’ own family.”
Starlight Glimmer groaned. “Applejack… that’s not his fault at ALL. That’s just morning wood! Guys can’t do anything about it! It’s involuntary.”
Dash scoffed, “Pfft… I’ve heard that from Soarin’ when he fell asleep on the tour bus and Spitfire woke him up. You should have seen his flight suit! It’s just a urban legend stallions and colts say as an excuse…it’s like when a stallion asks for at least a hoofjob they’ll get blue balls and it’ll be so painful… you can just kick those jerks right in the face.”
Glimmer groaned, massaging her face. “NO that’s not true, I know from when I was… ‘controlling’ a town. There was nothing I could ever do to get the stallions’ to not wake up with raging hard-ons... “ She shivered, “Those creepy smiles while waving good morning with giant boners… ugh.”
Fluttershy peeped up. “I… I d-don’t know much about ponies… but some of my animals get it, even Barry who g-”
“OHHHHH Kay! Thank you Fluttershy, that’s enough.” Dash had quickly added, not wanting to know anymore about ursine anatomy.
The girls looked over to Rarity, who simply shrugged. “Contrary to popular belief, I am not an expert on matters of the bedroom…” She sniffed, before adding in a smaller voice. “In the morning, anyway… I usually get them to leave immediately.”
Finally all eyes turned to Twilight, the least likely of them all to have any idea.
Twilight rolled her eyes and quickly explained. “Nocturnal penile tumescence, as described by Dr. Clover the IVth in her book A Medical Analysis of Stallionbits, is a completely normal physiological phenomenon that occurs three to five times a night in healthy males.” Twilight stood up and trotted over to her nearby chalkboard, beginning to sketch an anatomical diagram of a stallion: she was in full-on lecture mode. ”It is thought to occur due to a relaxation of inhibitory muscles during REM sleep that allow the corpus cavernosa of the stallion’s penis to fill with blood, though there is also some postulation about the effects that a full bladder can have because the nerves running from that are closely related… but evidence shows it’s likely the former since mares actually get the same effect for our clitorises at about the same frequency. Also, when you were talking about blue-balling earlier… although there’s no reason a stallion couldn’t just hoof himself off... there’s actually truth to the pain-effect caused by vasodilation of the tubules of the ”
Dash tapped Twilight on the shoulder, interrupting her before she completely lost it. “In short Twilight… morning wood: on purpose or not?”
“Not. Most definitely not.”
“Huh,” Dash chirped, “the more you know!”
Dash did know more now…. Enough that at least she wouldn’t be slugging Quibble Pants right in his face when they got out of this… but it still didn’t help her in the moment.
Dash felt the blush on her face grow brighter. Something hot and slick was pressing down between her thighs. With Quibble moving around, she suddenly noticed the weight of it pressing against her more…. sensitive bits. It was like a fat sausage, jammed out at a right angle from Quibble’s belly. The cylindrical shaft was pressing against her mare-lips and her tail-hole, before continuing downwards into the messy tangle of her tail hair.
There was no mistaking it. Quibble had an erection.
Dash panicked a little, involuntarily shuffling her hips to tried to escape the far too intimate contact that was occurring between the two of them. She could feel her lips, damp with… something… sliding against the hot, veiny shaft of the sleeping stallion. But her little struggles only managed to make the heavy organ bump against her tailhole.
“Mnngghh… two more minutes, please. I’ll get up then…” A groggy stallion murmured above her, before snuggling into the top of Dash’s head and continuing to snore.
Oh Celestia… she could feel him twitching against her, wedging the side of his cock in between her pussy’s outer lips.
“No! Quibble! Wake UP! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!” Dash shouted, struggling to no avail. She really couldn’t do anything to wake this idiot… except… “THE FIRST THREE BOOKS OF THE DARING DO TRILOGY WERE THE WORST! THE NEW BOOKS ARE MUCH DEEPER!”
Quibble Pants grumbled above her, taking in a big snorting breath as he slowly woke up. “W-wha? Wh-who said that?” Quibble blinked dreamily then looked down to see the prismatically colored mane of the cyan pegasus beneath him. “Oh it was just you Rainbow Dash… guess I’m having one of those dreams... “
Quibble started to close his eyes again, but Rainbow Dash leaned up and bit the underside of his neck, HARD.
“YEOWCH! What the hay!?” He groaned, blinking his eyes open. “What the… Rainbow?”
Dash sighed, “About darn time! You could sleep through a train wreck!”
“What’s going on here?” Quibble grunted his eyes flaring in panic slightly as be took in his surroundings. He noticed immediately that he was fully splayed out across Dash, and his face went a bright shade of embarrassed red. He started to panic, kicking out and rolling over to get off Rainbow, only to find that she was coming with him. “Gwahh!!!”
“Quibble! Stop!” Dash warned as they rolled over in a giant heap, with Rainbow now stuck on top of Quibble, and the stallion thrashing about. “I SAID STOP!” Dash butted the panicking stallion in the head, getting him to stop.
“Why am I tied up!? Why are you on top of me? What’s going on here!?” Quibble shouted, staring up at Dash through the strands of her mane that were draping down over him.
“I was trying to tell you before you FREAKED out.” Dash groaned, trying to avoid the thought about just how much more the sausage below her had just ground against her lips. “We’re TIED up, someone caught us… AGAIN.”
Quibble Pants let one of his eyebrows raise conspiratorially. “I would remark just how unlikely this is… but I think I learned my lesson last time… you just seem to invite trouble.”
“Enough about that…” Dash sighed, “Aside from being completely stuck together, and totally unable to move, I’m OK… how about you? Anything hurt?”
Quibble rolled his eyes. “Well, my neck just got bitten and my head just got butted so I do-”
“QUIBBLE.” Dash warned.
“Fine fine… let’s see… forehooves…” Dash felt him waggle his arms slightly. “Tied together but otherwise OK… chest and barrel… OK… rearhooves…” again Dash felt the stallion shifting his haunches around, “also tied together but OK… and of course all the other bits…” Quibble paused.
Dash watched his face go from somewhat annoyed to completely embarrassed as Quibble came to the realization of what his stallionhood’s side was pressed up against.
“Uh… uh….” Quibble struggled for words, internally he was desperately screaming for his organ to deflate, hoping against hope that Rainbow Dash hadn’t noticed somehow. “They’re… w-well… y-y’know… uh…”
“Quibble.” Dash deadpanned.
“Y-yes?”
“I know you’ve got a boner.”
“A-ah… I… s-see…”
Dash frowned. “AND… I know that it is currently pressing against my plot. Do something about that. NOW.” Dash growled at the shivering stallion pinned under her.
“Uh.. oh… sure… no-no problem!” Quibble tried flexing his groin muscles as hard as he could, as if he could will the blood out of his penis just by squeezing. Instead he only succeeded in slapping his salami back and forth against the wonderbolt grade rear-end.
Dash groaned, the bouncing shaft slapping wetly against her pussy, before flexing away, drawing a small strand of juice with it. “Quibble. NOT. HELPING.”
“Sorry, I don’t exactly have an OFF switch!”
“Hang on, I’m gonna roll us back over, it was better before.” Dash grunted, shifting her weight so she could roll back to their previous position.
“Wait wait wait w- YEOWCH!” Quibble moaned, as the two only managed to roll onto their sides before being blocked by something. “Ughh… damnit Dash! You just rolled onto my dick!”
Dash looked across at Quibble’s pained face with a sheepish expression. “O-oops… h-how the heck did I do THAT? It sticks out that far? Like a kickstand?”
Quibble was still wincing.
“C’mon we can get over it we just time it…”
“N-NO!” Quibble gasped. “It won’t work! You’ll have to wait… until… I’m .soft.”
Dash groaned. “Seriously? Your… dick… is acting like a kickstand? Just how BIG are you?” Dash blushed as she asked the question, trying to avoid Quibble’s eyes.
Quibble coughed in surprise. “I… I DON’T KNOW! I don’t like to talk about my junk… I… I just know I’m big OK?”
Dash craned her head backward as much as she could to try to see over her back… but she could only barely see in her peripheral vision a large dark brown pillar stretching out well beyond the top of her back, through her tail hair.
“DON’T JUST LOOK AT IT!” Quibble complained, “that’s such a breach of privacy!”
Dash laughed. “Gimme a break… you got nothing to be ashamed of. Just how big is it?”
“I said I don’t know! Is this really important right now?” Quibble groaned, trying to shift about to distract Dash from looking backward at him.
“Really? I thought all stallions measured themselves and could tell you their dick size instantly.”
“Do I really seem like the kind of stallion who would care so much as to measure himself down to the half-inch?” Quibble groaned, exasperated.
Dash looked back down at him. “...yup.”
Quibble sighed.
“Aww c’mon… spill! We’re stuck until you go limp anyway, might as well. I’ll tell you my teat size in exchange… I’m a B-cup.” Dash grinned.
Quibble rolled his eyes. “First of all, no you’re not. You’re barely an A-cup.” Quibble saw Dash’s jovial expression quickly darken and dangerously turn angry, and wisely decided to continue… “a-and… my measurements are… sixteen and a half inches long.”
“Sorry, what was that?”
Quibble groaned. “I said sixteen and a half inches OK!?”
Rainbow Dash whistled in awe. “Woah… and how about around?”
“SERIOUSLY!?”
“Tell me or I’ll kick your flank later for that crack about my teats.” Rainbow glared, her promise deadly serious.
Quibble sighed, completely defeated. “Fine, fine… it’s 10 inches around.”
Rainbow Dash flexed a hoof unconsciously, she knew how much a ten-inch bicep looked like in the gym… this wasn’t something she’d even be able to wrap her hoof halfway around! “D-dude… that’s… scary! They must have called you five legs in grade school!” Dash grinned and chuckled at her own joke.
Quibble’s eyes saddened a little bit, it wasn’t as funny for him. “They did.” Quibble looked down,at Dash’s face. “I’m a freak, OK? I do my best not to let any-mare know, but whenever I think I might get close… I just… I can’t stand being made fun of for something that’s not my fault!” he sniffled, tears forming in his eyes.
“Dude… you’ve got it all backwards. That’s a compliment.” Dash replied, tilting her head in confusion.
But Quibble wasn’t having it. “No Dash. I’m not just a piece of meat either. I honestly wish I was just… normal.”
Dash squeaked out. “I don’t.”
Quibble’s ears perked forward. “Wh-what was that?”
Dash’s embarrassed face quickly looked away from Quibble. “I said: looks like all this distraction has had the desired effect… I don’t feel ‘Little Quibble’ down there anymore…”
“Actually, his name is Dr. Thunderpipe.” Quibble mentioned with a grin.
“You named your dick after a Daring Do character?” Dash groaned.
“Yeah, and my other bits too! My left ball is Ahuizotl and my right is-”
Dash growled to cut off Quibble. “First off: WAY too nerdy. Second: that is not its name… it’s officially ‘Little Quibble’ because it’s a good ironic name.”
“Actually Dash, that’s more juxtaposition than irony-”
“Shut UP Quibble!” Dash snapped, wishing she could massage her temples with a hoof. “Let’s just hurry up and flip over again so you can get up on your hooves and get us out of here.
Quibble nodded. “Uh… quick question though Dash… since we were talking about my balls-”
“We WEREN’T talking about them!”
Quibble continued. “I mean… we were about to… and I mean… I don’t want to embarrass you or anything… but my guys are kind of… soaked? Are you OK or did you just have an accident?” Quibble asked, his face actually full of concern. “I’m just asking in case you maybe got a cut or something back there.”
Dash stiffened, her face blushing even more. She had a suspicion that the moisture she’d been depositing on Quibble’s shaft had not been merely from the stallion, or from sweat. With the stallion’s fat cock no longer pressing against her, it was easier for her to be able to tell that her lips were well engorged of their own accord. Her clit was even making periodic winks to the outside world… clearly she was quite aroused.
And dripping.
“Ah hahahaha! No no nope nooooope! I didn’t wet myself… and I’m not hurt. So don’t worry about it!” Dash tried to cover for herself.
“Really then what could it… oh. Ohhhhhh! OH!” Quibble grunted and smiled as he realized that Dash was having external arousal indication issues of her own. “Now I get why you were so interested in my di-”
“QUIBBLE.” Dash shouted. “Shut it! It was just sweat, OK?”
“You sure about that Dash? Seems pretty sticky for sweat… I think you’re on your heat, aren’t you?” Quibble grinned again.
“Dammit Quibble Pants! First off: a mare doesn’t need to be in estrus to get all winky and drooly! Second: I’m NOT on my estrus! Third off:....”
Dash used the moment to finally twist and flip the two back over, rolling Quibble on top of her.
“Now… see if you can stand up on your legs, Quibble… you might be able to walk us out of here… or at least somewhere that we can try to cut these ropes off us and I can fly for help.” Dash prodded the underside of Quibble’s chin with her nose. “C’mon!”
Quibble struggled to his hooves with a grunt, shakily taking himself to his knees as he tried to find his balance. The little pegasus wasn’t heavy, not for a stout earth pony. But finding his balance was difficult, with the mare riding his belly in the way she was. Still, he just barely managed to struggle to his hooves… only to find that he was tied to the ground, not able to move very far.
Dash shifted underneath him, hanging upside-down, pressed belly to belly by their tight bindings. “Good job Quibble! Now all we need to do is to look around for something in range.”
“Well… I guess next we should look for something in…”
Quibble was cut-off as a set of bright lights flashed into life, spilling the entirety of the cavern into stark contrast. With the additional light, it was clear that Dash and Quibble wouldn’t be going anywhere: they were trapped behind bars in a giant cell. The only other thing immediately visible was a shadowy figure standing behind the bright light sources… and a camera on a tripod with a blinking red-light.
Immediately, a chilling voice filled the cell with a tittering laugh.
“Hm hm hm hm… ha ha ha ha! So you two have finally awoken, hm?”
Quibble tried to train his head about, but was unable to fully glimpse the source of the laughter and the voice. “Wh-who is that!?”
Dash screamed out. “Show yourself!”
“Very well… perhaps you’ll recognize me better if I let you have a good look at me…” The voice trailed off as the figure stepped out of the blinding light, revealing a white unicorn in a smart looking military uniform, with a smart looking officer’s cap that did little to hide her well-coiffed purple hair.
“Yes, it eez I! Your vurst nightmare!” The mare giggled, slightly flicking her nose up and presenting herself with a flourish.
Both Rainbow Dash and Quibble looked at the mare with confusion… then back at one another… then back at the mare before simultaneously muttering.
“...Who are you exactly?”
The mare stamped her hoof with anger. “I CAN’T BELIEVE ZIS! This is exactly why I have kidnapped you.” She stomped around in a circle and walked up to the camera adjusting it slightly. “I haff been Daring Do’s greatest foe for years now, and STILL she refuses to give me even a chapter in her books! Neither auf you haff heard of Colonel von Scarcity?”
Dash and Quibble both looked back and forth at each other then to the soldier-pony and shook their heads.
“Unbeleefable!”
Quibble coughed slightly to clear his throat and also to get the mare’s attention. “Ahem… excuse me… uh… Colonel. I don’t mean to be rude but… you know this plan has absolutely no chance of accomplishing anything right?” Quibble saw that he had the Colonel’s attention. “Daring Do has no idea where Dash and I are… and Dash gets into situations like this every other week…
“Hey… not every other week! More like… once a month!”
Quibble shrugged, “Same difference. So, miss Colonel, you’re more likely to get her friends the elements of harmony to come rescue her. You’re better off stealing an artefact an-”
“I HAFF TRIED THAT!” The unicorn groused, stamping her hoof. “She just ignores me und steals it back later. And she never writes about it!” The soldier-pony tramped back and forth as she began her villain monologue. “So instead I’ve gotten an even more insidious plan… vun zat she can’t just ignore! I kidnap her friends… not just some silly artefact.”
Quibble scoffed. “Sheesh that is such an uninspired plan! And you STILL haven’t explained how she’s gonna know where we are.”
Colonel von Scarcity chuckled. “Oh don’t vorry about zat my friend. You see… zis little camera here… it ees magic-streaming directly to our mutual friend… so she’s seeing everything you’re up to… wave hi!”
Dash took that moment to scream as loud as she could: “Help us Daring Do!”
The Colonel just started to laugh.
“Stop that Rainbow Dash… it’s so cliche!” Quibble groused, “Heck she hasn’t even introduced the part of the plan that puts some sort of contrived time pressure on us yet…”
“QUIBBLE! SHUT UP! Stop giving her ideas!” Dash groused from beneath the complaining Quibble.
“Yes yes! Zank you for reminding me, Herr Quibble!” She walked up to the bars of the cage. “You see, Frau Dash, I took ze liberty of giving you a little… stimulant… vhile you were sleeping’. Ze very best I could afford, I assure you… a little estrus-stimulator.” The Colonel’s tail wagged back and forth with gleeful evil intent.
“WHAT!?” Rainbow Dash shouted.
“Yes, yes! You haff heard of this, then? Even now your frau-bits, deep inside your belly are releasing a precious little egg… perhaps several eggs!” She leaned up to the bars with an evil smirk. “All those eggs, so very thirsty and fertile, just vaiting to go swimming in a virile stallion’s spunk… and make you a proud mama.”
“What are you talking about!?” Rainbow Dash shouted, straining against her restraints. She was feeling nervous now… her nethers were burning fairly more than she was used to… she had been positively dripping... and her lower belly did feel a bit weird… maybe she really was in heat!
Quibble piped up. “What does THAT have to do with anything?”
“Vell vell vell… I’m glad you asked, my little strudel-butt! You see… I thought I vould need to inject you with a stimulant to make you a bit… horny. Maybe even need to give you a little stimulation myself, hm?” At this, the Colonel ignited her horn and quickly draw a small magic field across Quibble’s flank, tracing it up over his big black balls, making him shiver with excitement.
“BUT! I vas inspired just vatching you two lovebirds rolling about like two animals… I need do nothing more than whisper sweet nothings in this poor stallion’s ear about his beloved trapped below him … and I vill vatch him grow like a beautiful rose… right into YOU Rainbow Dash!”
“What!? That’s insane! I…” Rainbow Dash suddenly realized just why the ropes had been placed the way that they had, pinning her hips slightly open and up against Quibble’s groin… a perfect position and angle for him to penetrate her. She began to struggle back and forth, trying to get free.
“Ah ah ah! Nein nein nein Frau Dash… ropes are my specialty… the unicorn’s magic snapped back on, slightly adjusting and shifting the tight but comfortable ropes, aligning Dash a little bit more down. “Zere ve go… zis time Herr Quibble shouldn’t slip past your gate… he should slip right in!”
“Q-quibble! Do something!” Dash shouted, squirming back and forth.
“Q-quit squirming Dash! I can’t do anything! I’m tied down!” Quibble grumbled.
“Y-you’re… you’re not going.. Going to have sex with me, right!?” Dash asked, a little bit of panic now twinging her voice.
“Not if I can help it Dash!” Quibble said, in what he hoped was a reassuring tone of voice.
“And just what the HAY is that supposed to mean? Are you saying you WOULDN’T sleep with me? Is it my teat size?” Dash growled, a little upset that Quibble had been so quick to reply that he wouldn’t sleep with her.
“What!? What are you talking about!? Make up your damn mind, mare! I’m trying to think un-sexy thoughts and you’re REALLY not helping!” Quibble groaned, beads of sweat popping on his forehead.
“I’m just saying… you were a little TOO quick to say you would never sleep with me! You gotta think about a mare’s feelings, dude! But still… DON’T you DARE pop a boner.” Dash growled.
“Wh-what? I didn’t say I’d never sleep with you! I said-”
“So wait you WOULD sleep with me?”
“I mean… uh… jeez Dash… can this wait for a different time? … really not the best moment right now.” Quibble bit down on his inner cheek, trying to not think about Dash in a sexy pose… or trapped under him… her marehood gaping and winking against his sheath.
“Yeah I get THAT, Quibble… I’m not talking about right now.” Dash growled. “Don’t you DARE get hard right now. But I mean… I’d like to think I’m pretty awesome… sexy awesome even.” Dash was confused, angry at herself even, why was she making such a big deal out of this? She wanted Quibble to think she was sexy… just not right now… but actually… yes right now! Just not in so much of a ‘penis-get-hard’ kind of way.
“Y-yeah… s-sure… j-just… y’know… not right now!”
“I mean… sure maybe my teats are smallish… not like Fluttershy’s…” Rainbow Dash looked up into Quibble’s sweating, panicking face. “But, just imagine I’m wearing sexy lingerie, that really cup them well, and I’m up on a bed and I’ve got my athletic butt up in the air… there’s no WAY you could say my butt isn’t sexy-awesome!”
“Hah haha… haahaa.” Quibble laughed slightly maniacally as he tried to constrain his thoughts, even as he felt his groin starting to stir.
“Oh Frau Dash, you are being positively naughty.” The Colonel whispered through the bars. “Poor Herr Pants… This needy little mare begging you underneath her… you should see her plot from here: she’s vinked at least three times in the last minute!” The Colonel chuckled. “In fact, if you’re quiet for just a moment, you’ll hear the pitter patter of her frau-bits making a mess of my jail floor.”
Both Rainbow Dash and Quibble couldn’t help but do exactly as she said… and the dripping juices of Rainbow’s sopping marehood could indeed be heard. Quibble swallowed deeply, his nostrils flaring open slightly with excitement, before he shut his eyes as tightly as he could, trying to shut out the thoughts invading him.
“Q-q-quibble?” Dash asked tentatively a shy, unsure smile on her face, “y-you OK there, dude?” Then she felt it… the slightest of pressure against her swollen outer labia. Something hot and throbbing…
Quibble’s stallionhood had started to slide back out of his sheath.
“Quibble! Think unsexy thoughts! Think unsexy thoughts!” Dash panicked, even as she scooched back and forth slightly, trying to adjust herself out of the way of his phallus, but finding the ropes far too well-positioned to allow her to do little more than rub against the protruding glans more.
“I’m TRYING.” Quibble whined.
“J-just think about my small teats! You don’t like those right?”
“SHUT UP, DASH!”
A snort and giggle came from the other side of the bars. “I feel bad for you Herr Quibble, you von’t get a chance to smell your fraulein’s delicious nectar. Shall I rectify zis for you?” The unicorn levitated a handkerchief from her breast pocket, levitating it deftly through the bars before she dipped it into the pool of juices that had accumulated beneath the hanging pegasus. She brought the item up to Quibble’s head area.
“QUIBBLE! HOLD YOUR BREATH!” Dash shouted, as she stared at the dripping, pungent, cloth. Quibble quickly obeyed, inhaled, and closed his mouth, trying to will his nostrils to shut.
“Really now, zat is so childish… are you really going to hold your breath? I can vait all day you know?” The colonel tittered. “Vat vill you do when he starts to turn blue?”
Dash could smell her musk in the air, it hung like a fog... she was slightly embarrassed at just how thick it was… but even more so she was concerned that it would cause the rapidly throbbing nub to slip right inside her if Quibble got a whiff of her lust.
“Q-quibble, I have a plan! On the count of three… open your mouth!” Dash commanded. Quibble looked down at her, his cheeks puffed out comically as his face began to turn blue from holding his breath while also going through so much exertion. “Just trust me, Quibble!”
“One… two.... Three!”
Quibble opened his mouth, hoping to take in a deep lungful of air. Instead, the pegasus mare reached up with her neck, covered his mouth with hers and kissed him. Quibble’s eyes shot wide in surprise as he tried to understand just what the HAY was going on… how was this supposed to help!? Dash’s hot breath blew into his lungs, giving him the oxygen he deeply desired.
Dash smiled internally as she breathed into Quibble. ‘Hah! Take that Colonel! Wait… why is he getting HARDER again?’ She felt the nub’s throbs start to push in against her, jamming against the outer parts of her slick blue lips, just barely beginning to part them. Immediately she broke off her kiss.
“What the HAY, Quibble!? Why are you getting harder!?”
“WHY!? Maybe because you just KISSED me that’s why you sill-mmnnghhhffff!” Quibble’s angry response was cut off by Colonel von Scarcity levitating the menacing handkerchief into the angry stallion’s open mouth.
“You talk too much, Herr Quibble.” The Colonel grumbled. “You should be focusing on making ze foal-juice, yes?”
Quibble’s mind exploded. He was already overloaded with adrenaline, confusion, anger, and embarrassment… the raw sexuality of having his crush beneath him, of having her dripping for him… of feeling her parting petals grasping at his stiffening penis… it had no place to be partitioned in the pony’s mind. To add the rich, saturated musk of Rainbow to that mix, the heady cinnamon spice of her tang to his tongue… he had no chance.
Dash felt the throbs at her dripping gate come more instantly, with more building pressure. She looked up at Quibble, his eyes rolling back as he sighed dreamily with Dash’s musk in his muzzle, and she whimpered. “Q-quibble… I can… feel you…”
The fat penis head had completely extruded from his sheath now, pressing and parting her slick outer lips. The only thing preventing him from penetrating into her was the sheer girth of the flat-top of his penis, which will ill-suited for the tight opening of the athletic little mare, even with her being as wet as she currently was. The expanding penis still pressed outward though, as hot blood rushed in to fill its ever expanding cavity. The organ was bulging up almost obscenely, like someone trying to force a garden hose through a pinhole… his shaft kinking slightly as it was trapped between Dash’s tight marehood and the swelling pressure building from his body.
Quibble took a moment to focus on Dash, who was looking up at him with the most curious mixture of fear, excitement, desperation and… desire? He could feel her heart throbbing against his chest, could see her biting her lips and groaning herself as he parted her.
“Q-q-quibble!” She pled. At this point, unsure whether it was to keep Quibble out or admit him in.
“Dash!”
And the cockhead finally slipped past the tight, gripping ring of pink muscular flesh, sliding instantly a few inches into the small mare as it finally pushed past her outer resistance.
“Ohmygawsh, ohmygawsh, ohmygawsh!” Dash groaned. “You’re INSIDE!”
“Yes yes! It eez only a matter of time now, Daring Do!” The Colonel chuckled, adjusting the camera’s focus once again.
“Quibble, oh Celestia! It’s going deeper!” Dash grunted, as she felt the penis inside her body now rapidly inflating, lengthening without reservation… expanding like a balloon… stretching and filling her. Making her pussy-lips ache. She wished she could spread her legs wider, to permit the thickness of the large stallion to slide more easily into her… but her legs were constrained.
“B-buck Quibble… y-you’re f-freaking… huge!” Dash grimaced, looking somewhat angrily up at the stallion.
“S-sorry Dash! I c-can’t control it any more… it feels… way too… good!” Quibble groaned, as his brain was cascaded with the sensations of velvety-slick pussy walls gripping and milking him in time with Dash’s heartbeat.
“Oh buck… you’re… still growing!” Dash growled, trying to wiggle her hips to no avail. Quibble cock was deeper in her than any stallion or toy had ever been, exploring her depths to an extent she didn’t even know she had as he grew in both length and width steadily. “Ahhhh! It’s too big!”
Quibble could only grunt, sweat pouring down his face as he tried to stay on his hooves.
Dash felt the massive hoof sized head in her finally stop growing in thickness, as it continued to slide inexorably deeper and deeper into her… before finally bumping against something that she’d never felt before, which made her yelp slightly. “Ooo… oh jeez… I… I can’t take any more of you Quibble!” Dash groaned, trying desperately to wiggle more space for herself as the head of Quibble’s stallionhood pressed against her cervix.
“D-dash….” Quibble managed, through gritted teeth, as his cock grew the final 2 inches… pressing with intense pressure against Dash’s entrance to her womb.
“Oh…. Quibble!!!” Dash grunted as she felt his head slip slightly into her womb with a small ‘pop’.
Finally, Quibble sighed with a modicum of relief… he was hilted in Dash, fully erect. Throbbing within the gripping, powerful, athletic sheath of erotic muscle that was the famous wonderbolt’s cunt.
Dash’s angry face momentarily melted, her eyes exploding with stars and her pupils going heart-shaped for a moment as she felt the magnitude of fullness overtake her. Instantly she shuddered. It felt like electricity had just exploded from her swollen belly to each end of her limbs, dancing like fireworks before rushing back to her mind and causing a release of endorphins… it felt like she just pulled off the biggest sonic rainboom of all time.
She came.
Her pussy lips gripped and milked, despite being so painfully spread by her massive hilted invader, her walls rhythmically contracted up and down in waves of powerful milking vibrations with the strength that only an elite athlete could have mustered. Her clitoris, a small little bud of erect pleasure-flesh, winked in and out in rapid succession, grinding itself against the top of Quibble’s shaft… before she released three gushing splatters of her marecum over Quibble’s hanging balls, which splashed noisily to the jail floor, before dripping off the heavy swinging orbs.
Quibble did his best to hold on, as the little mare so tightly bound to his belly began to writhe and spasm with little shuddering breaths. She couldn’t move at all against the restraints, but he could feel the involuntary power of those strong muscles in her legs, wings, and back stressing against the ropes attaching her to him, threatening to unbalance him if he wasn’t concentrating. He was lucky: the distraction of trying to stay upright helped hm to stave off focusing only on the incredible milking, crushing sensation on his penis begging to release his cream into her hyperfertile womb.
“Oh vow! Zis fraulein is having a gud time at least, hm?” The Colonel chuckled.
After a few of these powerful shudders, the wracking spasms subsided, leaving only a relaxed, panting, sweating Dash hanging limply beneath him.
“D-did you just... “ Quibble began.
“NO!” Dash immediately shot up, a glare on her face again. “NO I DIDN'T, OK? I just… it was a sneeze!” She growled, fixing Quibble with a glare.
Quibble grunted, trying not to focus on the fact that he was buried sixteen and a half inches deep inside volcanically hot mare pussy. “Oh really!? Do you generally wet yourself when you sneeze?”
“N-no! I just… I…” Dash’s anger bubbling and mixing with her fear, lust, and embarrassment. “F-fine! Yeah, I came OK!?”
“Why do you get to cum but I gotta hold out… ungh…” Quibble paused his grousing to flinch as a particularly worrying throb made his cock jump in Rainbow’s snatch, “...like some… hng… monk!?”
“It’s different for mares OK? We can pop multiple times… oooph…” Dash’s eyes crossed over slightly as the throbbing stallionhood inside her rubbed against a particularly sensitive coil of mareflesh, “...HEY… watch it with that big thing! A-anyway… I was saying a mare orgasm is only worth like… hungh… a third of a stallion orgasm, OK?”
“Are you trying to say you get to cum one more time?” Quibble snarled, his eyes shut again.
“N-no...” Rainbow’s eyes rolled a little bit as her clit winked twice in succession, grinding against the fur at the thick base of Quibble’s cock, “...o-ok… maybe… one more…”
“What!? Maybe!”
“OH HAY… I’m… hic… I’m gonna…” Rainbow’s voice was cut off by little whispering gasps.
“Oh don’t you DARE, Dash!” Quibble opened his eyes, only to see Rainbow beginning to thrash and mewl again.
“I’m hng…. s-sorry… I’m… c-cumming…” Dash began to squeak and moan as another orgasm washed over her. She reached up with her mouth, nipping Quibble’s neck to gain some purchase for her wildly lashing head as her cunt began to quiver and coil around the throbbing cock once again, milking it with powerful sucking strokes more effectively than any hoof or magic could ever hope to do. Dash let out little mewling whimpers as she was hit with three, four, FIVe powerful spasms, each one making her twist and strain against her restraints, and each resulting in a splashing flood of her stick mare juice coating Quibble’s balls and his rear legs.
It took a full minute for the little mare to slowly open her eyes again, her muscles uncoiling, aching from the amount of spasming thrashes that they had tried futilely to achieve. Awash in a sea of dopamine, dash groggily opened her eyes with a dopey smile, looking up into the face of her forced lover, currently looking down at her with desperation.
“D-dash…” Quibble whispered tears coming out of his eyes.
“Mmmm?” Rainbow Dash replied, still coasting on the delirious high of her orgasm, almost unaware of what she was saying, “what is it, Quibble, you hunk of a stallion...?”
“I… I-I’m really sorry…” He looked wild, desperate, something was wrong. “I… I love y-you… b-but I don’t th-think…”
Rainbow’s fog was clearing from her head much more quickly and she was coming back into the moment. Into the nightmare of pleasure and consequence that was the jail-cell at the whim of this mad-pony. Her frown started to re-form on her face as she realized that the cock inside her was throbbing much more insistently (if that was even possible) and seemed to be swelling even larger. Quibble’s hips were making little involuntary thrusts forward, even as he futilely tried to resist. His tail lashed left and right and his hooves were stamping.
“I-I c-can’t h-hold on anymore….” He cried.
“Quibble!?” Dash’s frown became ferocious. She wasn’t ready to have foals yet! She had only been a wonderbolt for a year!!! Sure Quibble would be a good father, and was definitely a good stud… but… this… was all happening so fast! “Quibble don’t… I-I’m going to get pregnant if you do!” Dash yelped.
“S-sorry… I’m going to… hunggh…. c-c...”
Dash felt a whole new sensation of fullness in her belly. She could feel the actual skin of her taut stomach being pushed by the stallionhood inside her as Quibble’s already huge cockhead flared and tilted with the final throes of his pre-orgasm.
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“DON’T YOU DARE CUM!” Dash screamed up at her stallion.
“You’d better hurry, Daring Do!” Colonel von Scarcity chuckled at the camera.
Quibble’s insides were twisted up in agony, he’d been clenching his groin and abdominal muscles so hard for so long, there was nothing left to pinch off the tubes running from his prostate, swollen and bursting with his thick potent batter. Every instinct and biological imperative was screaming at him to release, to impregnate his mare, to breed the beautiful and athletic mother of his children. Burst. Pop. Explode. Release. Cum. Cum. Cum. CUM.
Quibble's nostrils flared and he snorted, before letting loose a powerful whinny, like his ancestors had a million times before.
“F-fuuuuuuuuuck!!!!” He groaned out, as he finally felt the wash of overwhelming relief, a fat wad of thick batter racing up and out his massive pipe, exploding in a huge wad of semen that splattered into Rainbow’s fertile womb.
“N-no!” Dash whimpered, her eyes becoming terrified pinpoints as she realized the implications of what was happening. “N-no Quibble! S-stop!”
But he couldn’t stop. Heavy throb after heavy throb of pumping semen splattered into her womb, each shot thicker and more voluminous than the last. Three, four, five…. Perhaps it was his earth pony genetics or how much he had been holding back… or maybe it was the fact that he was on a three week no-clop streak (saving up for the score of lewd daring do comics he hoped to pick up at the convention)... in any case… this stallion was currently putting the blush to even legendary ponies like Big Mac with how much he was spewing.
Dash groaned. The pit in her stomach of dread at what was happening being somewhat assuaged by the biological satisfaction that her body was signalling to her, as her womb swelled up, straining her expanding stomach against the tight constraints of the binding ropes. The pleasure of being so filled was contrasting against the terror of becoming a mother… she wasn’t ready for this!
She looked up at Quibble, still grunting and straining so hard, tears coming from his eyes, trying with the last of his effort to cum a little less, to do anything he could. He was a good stallion. A good friend. A good lover. He’d be a great father.
She smiled.
Dash reach up and laid a little peck on the side of Quibble’s muzzle, making his eyes shoot open.
“It’s… sniff… it’s ok, Quibble… it’s not your fault…” Dash whispered, blinking through her crying eyes.
Quibble let his breath out, sobbing as well, even as his cum finally overflowed Dash’s womb and tight pussy, spurting out in great, messy waterfalls that added to the puddle of her sticky mare-cum as he continued pumping into her,
He sobbed and continued whispering “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” as his cock finally deflated, slipping slowly out of the well-fucked marecunt and slipping out with a loud ‘POP-splorch’ as a torrent of cum splattered outwards.
Dash felt the ropes undoing softly as the two of them collapsed together onto the jail floor in a heap, with Dash hugging and nuzzling the sobbing Quibble.
“Shhh…. Shh…. it’s OK Quibble… it’ll all be OK…” She soothed him, whispering into his ear. “I love you too, big guy…”
Quibble looked at Dash and sniffled, clearing his nose before he leaned in to plant a heavy kiss on her.
The two of them locked lips tenderly, with little passion… just support for one another, as each cautiously rubbed the other’s sticky body comfortingly with their hooves. Dash extended her wings around the stallion, wrapping and comforting him.
“AWwwwwww…. Isn’t that the sweetest thing?” A voice came from the other end of the cell, a dark corner neither of them could have seen into.
Both ponies heads turned at the new voice, belonging to none other than the daring adventurer… Daring Do.
“What!? How long have YOU been here?” Dash shouted at the pith-helmet wearing pegasus.
“Hmm… since the beginning.”
“What!? WHAT!? Why didn’t you do something to stop her!?” Quibble shouted, pointing over at the Colonel, who was fiddling with the camera.
“Why would I? This was my plan all along.” Daring Do trotted over to the jail cell door and pushed it open, it swung easily without even the need for a key or a spell.
Both Dash and Quibble looked at each other with gaping maws before looking back at daring with dropped jaws.
“Oh puh-leeeze…. You two are meant for each other! I can’t tell you the number of letters I’ve gotten from Quibble asking about every little detail of your life Rainbow, EVERY time ignoring my advice to just up and talk to you.” Daring trotted over to the Colonel, giving her a hoof bump. “And Dash, every time I hear from you or see you all you can talk about is Quibble this, and Quibble that, and you try to convince me to write differently to show Quibble just how wrong he is… it’s annoying! I have adventures to run!”
Quibble shook his head quickly to clear his mind. “W-wait a minute… you decided that… the best way… to get me and Dash together… was to contrive this INSANE plan to KIDNAP us.... TIE us together… FORCE us to have sex... ?” He shook his head. “Th-that’s just terrible writing! I mean, it seems like something I would have read in a low quality fapfic on the My Little Human fanfiction site!”
“Fap-fic?” Daring Do asked, arching an eyebrow.
“It’s the sound that we think a fur-less hand would make when a human beats… look THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT…” Quibble stood up and began to pace back and forth. “I mean, instead of trying to do a romantic-comedy plot where we have terrible first dates, or an adventure that slowly brings us closer together, or even some horrible drama where you make one of us sick and the other nurses them back to life… you chose… THIS?” He pointed at the bundle of ropes.
Daring Do rolled her eyes, but continued to endure the onslaught.
“I mean… the drugging, the binding… heck the ‘Colonel’ with the HORRIBLE fake german accent.” Quibble huffed.
“Really, darling… you needn’t be SO dismissive… I thought my accent was quite on point.” The soldier-pony responded in a posh accent, removing her cap and shaking her head to reveal a beautiful mane of purple hair.
“RARITY!?” Dash exclaimed, still sitting on the jail cell floor, supporting her swollen belly with a hoof.
“Yes Rainbow, Darling. I too had grown tired of hearing you go on and on about the stallion you had met the year before at this convention. How he looked, what he thought, etc.” Rarity pulled out a compact mirror as she spoke, making sure that no hair had fallen out of place while she was in her disguise, “it was clear to me that you were quite smitten, so when Daring Do proposed her little ‘adventure’ I was happy to assist!”
“WHAT!?” Dash shouted, before groaning and falling onto her back, her belly obscenely bulging up and a little burble of cum still trickling from her slit.
“BUT WHY? Why this scenario Daring Do? All this stupid set-up and hamfistedness? It’s like you designed the whole script just to have the set piece of Rainbow Dash and me tied up belly to belly!”
“I mean… it worked didn’t it?” Daring chuckled at the speechless Quibble Pants. “You two are both so hopeless at romance it would HAVE to be something drastic.” She laughed again before pulling the videotape out of the camera. “Do you guys want a copy of this? I’m gonna use the footage to break into the smutty romance novel business… I think there’s more money to be had there these days. Don’t worry, I’ll change your names of course.”
Quibble raised his hoof to start complaining again, thought for a moment… then softly said: “Actually, yeah I’d like a copy of that.”
“QUIBBLE!” Dash shouted, propping herself back up on her elbows.
“What!? I mean… look at you! I was AWESOME… I mean you were AWESOME too, with the kiss and the clenching and the cumming an-”
“Quibble.” Dash cut him off.
“Yes?”
“Shut up.” Dash grumbled.
“Oh.”
Dash sighed, she hated seeing him down for some reason… “Sheesh… yeah… you WERE pretty awesome… I mean…” she prodded her belly and shifted her legs, “who’d have thought you were such a stud.”
“Th-thanks Dash.” Quibble sat next to her and gave her a little nuzzle.
And the scene began to fade out….
“WAIT!” Dash suddenly shouted. “If this was all a ruse, the estrus stimulant wasn’t real either… right Rarity?”
Rarity chuckled and simply gave Dash a little wink.
“Just what the HAY does that mean… Rarity!? Get back here!”
Rarity left the building hastily, a cum-filled blue pegasus tottering after her.
THE END