Otherwise Known as the Ditzy Dash
Pursing her lips, and making sure her fuchsia lipstick was just right, Rainbow Dash gazed at her reflection. While she’d only started regularly applying makeup a few days ago, she’d already gotten the hang of it; with a little help from Rarity, of course. Shooting herself a wink, she bounced, quite literally, out of the bathroom. Ever since she’d begun taking those potions that Twilight had given her, she’d felt really good, like everything was just more simple. Beyond the mental haze and bubbly disposition, her body had been quickly, and rather strikingly, altered as well. Her form, previously athletic and sculpted from a lifetime of physical activity, had softened substantially. The pegasus’s chest and posterior had filled out considerably in the past weeks, and the rest of her had filled out as well, leaving her looking like a busty beach babe. She didn’t mind, of course, because Spitfire seemed to enjoy the changes. Shoot, the whole thing had been her idea to start with!
Dash had been in a relationship with the Wonderbolt Captain for quite some time, albeit covertly. However, all that changed a few weeks ago. Having been caught by the older mare, in the act of plotting a prank on her fellow pegasus performers, she’d been called to Spitfire’s office. After a profound and life altering sexual romp, the prismatic mare had to a rather jarring revelation. Discarding her ambitions to be an aerial acrobat, Dash had decided to give herself fully to the decorated Wonderbolt. In short order, she’d moved in with Spitfire and begun doing everything in her power to please the towering dickmare. To be honest, she couldn’t be happier with the arrangement.
Sauntering into the kitchen, Dash clipped her walkman to her neon pink, micro mini skirt. Adjusting her matching tube top, an act which had become increasingly common, as he bust had expanded, she placed the pair of headphones over her ears. There was a time when she’d have scoffed at the notion of being a buxom housekeeper for anypony, but that time had long since passed. Throwing a stick of spearmint gum into her mouth, the cerulean mare began bobbing her head in tune with the beat. Ass barely concealed, and bosoms struggling against their snug prison, she skipped into the livingroom to start her day in earnest.
Snatching up a feather duster, the pegasus gleefully set upon her chores. Dusting, vacuuming, laundry, no mundane task was too taboo. She’d often busy herself with housework, even attempting to cook on occasion, until Spitfire returned home from work. Without question, Dash’s favorite part of the day was when her mate came walking through the door. Just thinking about the tall, muscular mare, sent her heart aflutter and moistened her loins. After all, making sure her partner was pleased, was the most important duty of all. She was so preoccupied with her activities, cheerfully flitting through the house while chewing her gum and grooving to her music, that she didn’t hear a knock at the door. Unbeknownst to Dash, her lover had returned home, and with a guest.
Stepping into the living room, Spitfire paused at the glorious sight that greeted her. The blue pegasus had her back turned, prominently displaying most of her scantily clad derriere while she dusted the top shelf of a trophy rack. “God damn, I never get sick of that,” the golden mare muttered to herself. “See,” she continued, looking over her shoulder, “I told you that stuff you gave us did the trick.”
“Yes, it would appear so!” Twilight Sparkle commented, eying the curvaceous mare’s backside. “But,” she added, “I’d still like to ask her a few questions. If that’s alright with you, of course.” Several weeks ago, Spitfire and Dash had come to her for assistance. After publicly professing their affection for one another, the two had decided to pursue a traditional, and somewhat old fashioned, sort of relationship. The Captain would be the breadwinner, shouldering financial burdens and business matters, while her friend tended to the house and reared any foals. It may have come across as antiquated to some, but the two seemed completely content with the idea.
As such, the couple had asked Twilight to help with Dash’s transition into a homemaker. Setting to task, the alicorn chose to prescribe a series of potions to the feisty young pegasus. It hadn’t been easy, that much was for certain. Starting with a concoction she’d obtained from Zecora, the Princess had imbued the medication with her magic. Not only did the solution altered the blue mare’s body, but it mollified her mind as well; at least, that had been the intention.
“Dash, it’s great to see you!” Twilight waved, walking up behind the busty ex-Wonderbolt. Sadly, her greeting was ignored, as the mare continued to dance and halfheartedly clean the glittering trophies and medals. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, with her hips swaying and ponytail flipping back and forth to the beat of her music.
“She can’t hear ya. Silly bitch is dead to the world, when she has those headphones on. Here, lemme show you how you get her attention,” the Captain grumbled. Stepping forward, she underhand slapped the oblivious mare’s ass, cupping one supple globe in her massive palm. Coolly, Dash turned, utterly un-startled by the act, and lifted one padded speaker from her ear.
“Hot Lips!” the shapely mare gleefully exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the collosal pegasus’s neck and giving her a peck on the cheek. While she wasn’t sure when she’d come up with the nickname, Dash thought it was cute, so it’d stuck. “Wait,” she blurted, looking over to a clock on the wall, “aren’t you home early?” She just knew she had a few hours before her lover was supposed to finish up at the academy.
“Yeah, but Twilight wanted to come and check up on ya,” Spitfire explained, waving their guest over. She chuckled, as Dash nearly tackled the purple pony with an overly energetic hug. The alicorn may not have been as large or imposing as she was, the Princess was still substantially taller than the multi-colored mare.
“Twi, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Dash proclaimed. She was so excited to see her friend, it felt like forever since they’d spoken.
“Dash, I saw you just the other day, remember?” Twilight asked, blushing as she noticed one of the pegasus’s breasts free itself from her top.
“Really? It doesn’t feel like it,” the bubbly mare giggled, tilting her head in confusion. She looked to Spitfire for an answer, but the larger pony simply smiled and shook her head. Her memory had never been the best; but recently she’d found it harder and harder to recall the finer details of days.
“Yeah, you and Spitfire were out Sugarcube Corner,” the alicorn elucidated, rocking back and forth while locked in the embrace. “How about you have a seat, I wanted to talk for a second,” Twilight sighed, gently wriggling free from her friend’s grasp.
Nodding vigorously, Dash bounded to the couch. Plopping down beside Spitfire, the mare unabashedly splayed her legs, exposing her midnight black panties and accompanying camel toe, before locking one arm around her partner’s. “So, like, what did you wanna ask? Oh! Was it about my makeup? Or maybe how I get jizz out of my hair!” she animatedly babbled on, loudly smacking on her gum. She’d never been big on tests, but she was pretty sure her friend had something fun in store for her.
Looking from the spirited pegasus to the Captain, Twilight smiled. “You weren’t kidding, she’s a total ditz,” she laughed, shaking her head at the shocking turn her athletic friend had taken. Honestly, she was surprised with just how well the potions had worked. “Anyways, Dash, have you been doing alright? How’s everything been, since you decided to move in with Spitfire?” the alicorn pressed, attempting to recapture the scatterbrained mare’s attention.
“Oh man, like, everything’s been perfect. Every day, I get up, put on something sexy for Hot Lips, tidy up, and wait for her to get home,” Dash explained, absentmindedly twirling her hair with an errant finger. “But I have a question,” she retorted, leaning forward and allowing her uncovered breast to swing freely, “How come I’m horny all the gosh dang time?” Still woefully oblivious, or uncaring, of her exposed bosom, one hand slowly crept up her thigh. “Like, well, I get bored and after thinking about Hot Lips for too long…” she mumbled, her fingers grazing her taught marehood, through the sheer fabric, “I...I can’t help it!”
“W...well…” the Princess trailed off. Watching her friend who, until recently, wasn’t nearly as buxom or indifferent about displaying herself in such a scandalous manner, was not helping with her train of thoughts. Twilight had always been a dickmare herself, but her ascension to an alicorn had heightened her libido beyond measure. Staring at the imprint of Dash’s snatch, a devilish notion crept to the fore. She was well aware that Spitfire had knocked her friend up, but if the ex-Wonderbolt was as airheaded as she thought, she might just be able to pull off her crazy idea. “So,” she continued, clearing her throat, “Spitfire tells me you’d like to be a mother?”
“Duh! Like, she already put a bun in my oven,” Dash laughed, casting an affectionate look in the Captain’s direction. How could she forget being fucked silly in the Wonderbolt’s office, having her womb pumped full of liters of hot, sticky seed.
“Well, you’re not,” the alicorn flatly responded, slowly shaking her head. “There’s been, uh, a contraception spell on you since you became a Wonderbolt. All standard practice, of course,” she tutted, hoping her friend would take the bait.
“What? No!” the bubbly pegasus’s demeanor shifted from one of satisfaction to trepidation. If she wasn’t able to carry a foal for her lover, what kind of mare was she? “Y...you gotta fix it Twi! I’ll do anything!!!” she cried, desperately looking back and forth, between the orange and purple mares.
“The only solution is to drink an alicorn’s seed,” Twilight said, adjusting her glasses to conceal her deepening blush. “I know it probably sounds absurd, but - Hey!” her justification was abruptly cut short, as Dash leapt forward, pantsing her in one swift motion. Adorned in but a pair of simple slacks, lab coat, and tank top, the act was all too easy. In the blink of an eye, her semi-erect, dark indigo colored dong, and pendulous marenuts, flopped clear from the confines of her pants. Before she could protest, the pegasus gripped her shaft and popped the bloated head into her mouth.
If all it took was some of Twilight’s spunk, Dash would easily get the job done. Several months back, before she’d started dating the Captain, she’d been reluctant to suck a cock, but that felt like a lifetime ago. Now, it wasn’t uncommon for her to consider a load from her mate a midnight snack or hearty breakfast, often times waking up to Spitfire dragging the burnt orange length of meat across her face. Craning her neck forward, she fellated the alicorn, leaving streaks of fuchsia lipstick smeared on its dark exterior. Fondling her friends balls with one hand, and pumping the the base of her rod with the other, she committed herself fully to servicing the horned mare.
“Yeah, I’ve trained her pretty well,” Spitfire chuckled. Slipping a hand under the smaller female’s ass, and plunging her fingers into the girl’s sopping wet marehood. Throughout the weeks of regular dickings she’d delivered, Dash was still delightfully tight. “Don’t know how you do it babe,” she sweetly growled, enjoying the sensation of the pegasus’s velvety soft and moist interior around her digits. Sweet Celestia, watching her suck off someone was almost as hot as getting a blowjob herself. Unbuttoning her shirt, and allowing the garment to slip from her perky breasts and chiseled abdomen, the large pony worked her way down to her pants. The trousers were already straining under the pressure of her hardening prick. “Hey, babe, you wanna take a ride?” the Captain asked, continuing to pump her fingers into her girlfriend’s sex.
“Hmm mmph hmmhmmm mmph mmph?!?” Dash ineffectually replied, looking back to the Captain with Twilight’s member still lodged firmly in her maw.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Spitfire groaned, rolling her eyes. One of the downsides of the ex-Wonderbolts metamorphosis was that she was becoming worse and worse at taking directions. A small complaint, and one outweighed by the myriad of benefits which came with the live-in partner, but a complaint nonetheless.
“I said,” the buxom mare proclaimed, having dislodged the throbbing member from her gullet, “what about the cure!” She really did want to rear a kid or three for Spitfire, so she’d gladly suck off the Princess to ensure she could get inseminated.
“Just do both, get a nice belly full of her potion while I blow a load in that juicy cunt of yours,” the Captain impishly tutted.
“Oh, hey! That’s, like, a really good idea!” Dash chirped. Steadily getting to her feet, but persisting in her hand-job for Twilight, she shuffled her hind quarters over. Glancing over her shoulder, and making sure she was roughly over Spitfire’s lap, she straddled the larger pegasus’s legs. “You’re so smart,” she tittered, leaning back and delivering a pre-cum and saliva drenched kiss to the Captain’s cheek.
Now with a full view of Dash’s poorly concealed ass, Spitfire licked her lips. Unzipping her pants, and tugging them down around her waist, her meaty prick sprang forth. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” she distractedly grumbled, far too intent on burying her fuck stick in her partner’s snatch. Noting the black thong nestled between the pony’s blue cheeks, she huffed in exasperation. Hooking a finger under the offending garment, she simply ripped it off, leaving Dash’s drooling entrance to hover over the tip of her shaft.
Feeling the heat of Spitfire’s tool radiating against her gash, the busty pegasus lowered her hips. A throaty moan escaped Dash’s lips, as she impaled herself on the huge pegasus’s glorious marecock. Sure, it wasn’t quite as big as the time they’d used a growth serum, but the meaty organ was still nearly as large as her forearm. Fully aware that Twilight was in need of servicing, she pulled the alicorn to herself. Releasing the purple pony’s dong, and grabbing the woman’s hips, she guided the Princess to her ample cleavage.
“Go nuts Twi. That rack of her was practically made for tit fucking,” the Captain commented. Seeing Dash’s rump nestled against her groin, the orange pegasus ground her hips upward, lifting the smaller woman in the process. As she steadily started fucking her mate, Twilight took her words to heart.
Sandwiching her length between Dash’s breasts, Twilight was in shock. She wasn’t small by any means, but her prick virtually disappeared between her friend’s pillowy bosoms. Spitfire must have trained her well, because the blue pegasus pressed her tits together, as she wrapped her lips around the blunt head peeking out from the top of her cleavage. Running her fingers through the mare’s mane, Twilight bucked forward, driving the first few inches of herself into Dash’s mouth.
Riding her lover’s cock, and sucking on her friend’s member, Dash tried her damnedest to appease the two. Clenching her marehood with each upstroke of Spitfire’s hips, she pulled down her top and grabbed her nipples; using them as makeshift handholds, the pegasus massaged her tit’s around Twilight’s length. The position wouldn’t allow the alicorn to ravage her throat, but she didn’t mind. Her tongue danced across the sensitive glans of the Princess’s equipment, as she moaned around its girth.
“Oh buck,” Twi exclaimed, ramming Dash’s head down her shaft. Spitfire had been right, the sensation of her friend’s newfound mammaries were incredible. Biting her lip, the alicorn attempted to maintain some modicum of self control, but it was difficult. The pegasus expertly applied suction with practiced precision, working her indigo shaft with her supple lips and tongue. Her dick, streaked with saliva and smeared lipstick, made a mess of the girl’s tits, not that she particularly cared.
“Hey,” the Captain called, persisting with her thrusts and drawing the alicorn’s attention, “you wanna part of that throat action?” If the Princess thought Dash’s mouth game was on point, she wouldn’t wait to see the nerdy pony’s reaction to really face fucking the girl.
Twilight, unsure of how to respond, simply nodded. She wasn’t sure of exactly how they’d pull off the implied maneuver, but she was quickly losing herself to the excitement of the situation. To her amazement, the titanic dickmare got to her feet. Grabbing Dash’s hips, the massive pegasus stood, ensuring her rod was still buried in her mate’s depths. The slutty pony submissively reacted, releasing her chest and craning her head forward. In short order, Twilight found herself at one end of a bimbo sandwich. As surprised as she was, she was far too turned on to let the opportunity slip through her fingers. Now freed from the smaller pegasus’s cleavage, her member unceremoniously plunged into the ex-Wonderbolt’s esophagus.
“There ya go!” Spitfire guffawed, pleased with Twilight’s decision to seize the moment. Casually, she moved her hands to Dash’s thighs, gripping the cushiony extremities and stepping between them. Like a wanton sycophant, her partner played with one of her oversized tits while kneading the princess’s swollen balls. “There’s a good girl,” she appreciatively snarled, pistoning herself into the submissive mare’s cunt.
Dash was in heaven, rocking back and forth between the two giant, well hung dickmares. Taking breaths with each of Twilight’s backstrokes, she constricted her throat around her friend’s vascular appendage. She knew Spitfire was enjoying herself, judging from how the Captain was pounding her slightly harder than usual. Flexing her pelvic muscles, she contracted her marehood, squeezing the pegasus’s length. Her womb, having become accustomed to regular assaults of her partner’s tool and yearning to be violated, kissed her mate’s tip with each plunge. Massaging one of her swaying breasts, her fingers crew moist. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t matter. The only important thing was to make sure Twilight and Spitfire enjoyed themselves at her expense.
Watching a few drops of milk leak from Dash’s teets, Twilight shrugged. It was probably a byproduct of her potions, and the fact that the pegasus was well and truly knocked up. If nothing else, she could assuage her friend’s misplaced fears of becoming pregnant, once she was finished with their little escapade. For now though, she was simply focused on trying not to blow her load before Spitfire. Gritting her teeth, she shamelessly fucked Dash’s face, feeling a bit guilty for enjoying the muffled choking noises periodically escaping the girl.
Refusing to cum first, Spitfire ground forward, forcing more of Twilight’s length into Dash’s airway. From the looks of it, the alicorn wasn’t going to last much longer, given her screwed up facial expression. Now jackhammering away, her nuts wetly slapped against her partner’s clit, causing the girl to moan around the Princess’s equipment.
The vocal stimulation quickly drove Twilight over the edge. Ramming herself down the curvy mare’s throat, she furiously grunted. Her testes churned, pulling tightly to her body, as they sent a torrent of cum through her prick. The deluge of spunk went crashing into Dash’s stomach, causing the pegasus to sputter and sending thick gobbets of the pearly fluid through her nose and past her lips. She almost felt bad for using her friend like a fleshlight, almost. “T...there,” she wheezed, remembering her faulty claim that her seed was some magical cure for the pegasus’s non-existent fertility issue.
Twilight’s words were sweet bliss to Dash’s ears. Retracting the alicorn’s dong from her gullet, she rested her face against her friend’s crotch. “Put a foal in me!” she cried, her bliss soaring to unimaginable heights at the prospect of being inseminated. Her face, drenched in cum and slob from the messy oral, rested at the base of the Princess’s softening prick. As her cervix yielded to Spitfire’s cock, she screamed in ecstasy. She could feel her partner carelessly pistoning away, the wet sounds of her partner’s hips against her loins only adding to her elation.
If Dash wanted a steaming load of foal batter, that’s exactly what she was going to get. “F...fuck!” Spitfire roared, cramming every inch of herself into the receptive mare. Her prodigious cock flared, locking itself deep within her partner’s confines and sealing the girl’s interior for the impending tsunami of cum. Trapped within her lover’s womb, the blunt head of Spitfire’s cock disgorged a torrent of seed. One effect of Twilight’s potions was that particularly rough sexual acts wouldn’t affect the gestation of her foals. As such, Dash’s abdomen started to sag and expand, under the substantial weight of the flow of seed.
The ex-Wonderbolt screamed and writhed, climaxing in unison with her partner. Her entire body trembled with her orgasmic bliss. The mascara she was wearing ran down her face, as tears of joy and rapturous pleasure rolled down her face. Of course, she was already a mother to be; but the moment was one of uncontested glee for her, seeing as how she’d been unwittingly duped by her friend.
What had she been thinking before, wanting to be a Wonderbolt. In hindsight, it was a silly notion. Wonderbolts didn’t get to be fucked silly and couldn’t wear skimpy outfits while out on the town! She was just so happy that Spitfire had cleared her head of all those foolish thoughts, helping her realize what she really wanted from life, to be pumped full of foal batter while being the sexiest piece of ass in Equestria. Knowing, without the shadow of a doubt, that she’d be the hottest MILF in the land, Dash rode out her orgasm.
Having gotten off, and enjoyed watching her girl give the Princess of Friendship one hell of a blowjob, Spitfire deposited Dash on the couch. Wiping off her semi-flaccid cock on her lover’s fur, she turned to the alicorn. “So, you get the answers you were looking for?” she asked, grinning wildly at the sweat streaked dickmare.
Realizing just how much of a cum drunk slut her friend was, Twilight thought fast. “I might need to hop by to periodically check on her progress. You know, sciency stuff,” she sheepishly mumbled, her prick twitching at the possibility of similarly salacious sessions to come.
“Yeah, sure,” Spitfire chuckled. “But,” she added, placing a heavy hand on the alicorn’s shoulder, “you better not forget that she’s mine.” Despite her harsh treatment, she honestly did care for Dash. Not only was she the Captain’s lover, but the future mother of her foals. Bimbo or not, she’d always harbored feelings for the spunky prismatic mare, and nothing was going to change that. Hell, she might just put a ring on it...