The Party
“Come on come on!” Rainbow Dash muttered through grit teeth, the controller in her hands being squeezed with such intensity that her knuckles had gone white.
“Your never going to beat me.” Soarin chided as Bowser narrowly dodged Sonic’s attack.
“If you would just stand still for a second and-” The woman groaned, watching in barely contained irritation as a smash orb popped into existence just above the stage. “Not again.”
“Come to papa.” Soarin muttered, bowser leaping towards the orb and smacking sonic away as he tried to do the same.
“Augh, how are you so fast with fucking bowser?” Rainbow Dash groaned. “It doesn't make any sense!”
Soarin smirked, smacking sonic away for a second time before ascending the next level of the stage and getting that much closer to his goal. “The only thing that doesn't make sense is how your so slow with sonic of all fighters.”
“It's not my fault! This controller sucks!” Rainbow Dash whined. “It's the size of a fucking mars bar for crying out loud.”
“I told you to bring your own controller.” Soarin pointed out.
Spitfire flopped down into the empty spot on the couch to Rainbow Dash’s right, with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. “Are you whooping the newbies butt again Soarin?”
The male smirked as bowser delivered one final smack to the smash ball, breaking it open and causing his character to glow. “Pretty much.”
Rainbow Dash ground her teeth, waiting patiently for the animation to complete and for bowser to grow to massive proportions. When he did, she gripped her controller tighter, jumping around the stage and narrowly dodging the first punch. Then the second, and just when she was about to start gloating, the third one just barely clipped Sonic’s leg, sending him flying into the screen.
“Oh come on!” The girl whined, tossing the controller and nearly hitting another party goer in the face.
“Ha. I win again Rainbow Crash!” Soarin sneared, mimicking bowser’s victory pose.
Spitfire rolled her eyes. “Leave it to you two to bring a video game to a party.” She threw back the last of her beer and tossed aside the empty can, placing the joint between her lips. “Let me know when you guys decide to start being fun again.”
“Oh, were about to have fun, isn't that right Rainbow Dash?” Soarin smirked.
“First to five?” Rainbow Dash asked weakly.
Soarin rolled his eyes and placed his controller aside and picked up his beer. “No way R.D, you know the rules. Now let's go.” He smirked. “Unless your too chicken to follow through with our little bet?”
The girl blushed hard, tugging at her tight, form fitting t shirt awkwardly. “Do I have to?”
“A deal’s a deal, rookie.” Spitfire remarked. “Though I don't have a hot clue what this little bet is about.”
Soarin leaned in and whispered in his teammate’s ear, the longer he spoke, the more Spitfire’s smile and Rainbow Dash’s apprehension, grew. When he took a step back, Spitfire laughed aloud, draping an arm over Rainbow’s shoulder and holding out the half smoked joint. “Here, your going to need this.”
Rainbow Dash sighed and grabbed the joint, taking one long dramatic drag before handing it back and slowly breathing out. Spitfire raised an eyebrow and looked down at the roach in her hand. “Not bad.” She muttered.
“Ready?” Soarin asked.
Rainbow Dash nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”
The male smirked and began making his way through the crowd, pushing between the throng of people that crowded every room and hall in the house. “Move it.” he muttered, pushing past a rather oblivious dou of girls lost in each other’s lips and ignorant to the world around them.
Rainbow Dash and Spitfire walked close behind, with the older girl walking behind Rainbow Dash and eying her up as they maneuvered through the party, paying close attention to the girl’s butt which was barely hidden by her mini skirt. Rainbow Dash was slim, athletic, and obviously well muscled, yet also somehow managed to have a generous ass, and one of the biggest racks on a girl outside of maybe Rarity. The entire sight left Spitfire horny as fuck, and she was eagerly imagining what she would do with the Rainbow haired girl the second she finished her little dance.
It didn't take long for the trio to make their way into the backyard, where they were buffeted by a drunken rendition of bohemian rhapsody by a dou of drunk dudes who seemed to only know half the words. Soarin rolled his eyes and pushed through the crowd until he came up to the front of the makeshift stage they had erected in whoever’s backyard this was.
“Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.” The duet sang, somehow managing to not botch the last bit of the song.
The dou bowed low, with the shorter, pudgier guy nearly toppling onto his face, and causing a roar of laughter from the generous crowd. The two guys stumbled off the stage, nearly tripping as they maneuvered the whopping two stairs.
With the two guys gone, Applejack stumbled onto the stage and grabbed the mic. “Whooee, that was fucking terrible.” She announced.
The crowd roared, almost managing to drown out the sound of someone yelling ‘fuck you’ from somewhere closer to the house. The apple farmer chuckled, taking a swig from whatever was in her tankard before addressing the crowd. “Alrighty, who's next?” She asked, peering out into the throng of people.
Soarin grabbed Rainbow Dash’s hand and lifted it high above her head, making the girl blush and for Applejack to blink. “What the hay, R.D?” The girls sighed, running a hand down her face. “You better not sing another Rick Astley song or so help me god I’ll-”
“She isn't!” Soarin yelled back.
The stetson wearing girl blinked. “Well alright then, get up here.” Applejack handed over the mic, briefly pulling her friend in close and whispering in her ear. “How bad was the bet this time?”
Rainbow Dash blushed harder. “A doozy.”
Applejack raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “A doozy eh? I look forward to this.” The farmer licked her lips and walked away, leaving Rainbow Dash alone, and slightly confused.
The girl looked out over the crowd of faces, most of whom were busy with their own drinks and conversation, though there were a few at the forefront who seemed genuinely interested. She gulped, clutching the microphone tight in her hands before nervously turning to the pale skinned woman who sat in the D.J booth next to the stage. Soarin had already beat her to it though, and stamped out any hope that Rainbow Dash could choose the song, the male already whispering intently with the blue haired girl.
By the end of it, the girl was doing her best impression of the cheshire cat and shooed Soarin away before grabbing a large, bullish looking dude and whispering in his ear. A second later and the bull man disappeared, returning a second later with a tall pole, and a smile on his face.
Rainbow Dash gulped, and watched as he jumped up to the stage, and deftly clicked the pole into a hole the girl hadn't noticed at first. Next he turned to Rainbow Dash and held out a hand. “You won't be needing that.”
“B-but, the bet.” She stammered.
“Do you really want to dance and sing?” He asked.
The girl shrugged and handed over the microphone, watching as the enormous dude walked off the stage, and deposited the mic next to the pale woman. The girl smirked, and gave Rainbow Dash one last, lecherous look before hitting play.
Rainbow Dash stood there, blinking as the song began and the bass began to thump. “I don't recognize this one.” She muttered to herself.
As the seconds ticked by, realization began to dawn on her, and she felt a blush growing across her face. The crowd seemed to realize it at about the same time as well and a few whistled at the girl as she stood there, shocked.
“You let me violate you.” A voice whispered.
Rainbow Dash blushed even harder, and glanced back at Soarin, who merely smirked, and gestured to the pole, mouthing the words ‘go’ as he did.
“You let me desecrate you.” The voice whispered again, louder this time.
Turning nervously, the girl grabbed the pole, causing a hush to fall over the crowd, a silence that grew more and more oppressive as party goers turned to watch what was happening on the stage. After a deep, steadying breath, the girl muttered. “Fuck it.” And threw herself into the role she now found herself in.
From the side lines, Soarin’s jaw hung open as he watched Rainbow Dash do what could only be described as the single most erotic pole dance routine he had ever witnessed. Her flexibility was on full display as she twisted and writhed on the pole, all while showing ample cleavage, yet somehow always managing to keep a little hidden, constantly teasing the crowd. Over the minutes she continued to do grander, and more sweeping gestures that left Soarin and Spitfire stunned and confused.
“You never told me Rainbow Dash was a stripper.” Spitfire remarked, elbowing her friend in the ribs.
Soarin blinked, watching as Rainbow Dash slid upside down and backwards down the pole while pulling down her top and staring lustily at the crowd. Just when her head neared the floor she pulled herself back up only using her legs, before grabbing the pole with both hands and pulling her body straight out before sliding back down and thrusting out her ass.
“She isn't… I don't think.” Soarin muttered, continuing to watch in stunned silence as the song continued, and his amazement grew.
By the time the song neared the end the crowd had grown silent, save for the sound of couples making out, until all of a sudden a tall, lanky guy with brown hair yelled fuck it and whipped down his pants. An invisible line was crossed in that moment and sensing that they no longer had to bear the social burden of being the one to break it, everyone else quickly followed suit. Scores of people pulled off clothes, pulled up dresses, or whipped out their dicks and grabbed a partner or partners and paired off.
Rainbow Dash snickered from atop the stage, watching as more and more people joined the growing orgy that was forming in front of her. As the song wound down she took a step forward and grabbed the offered mic. “I will now be providing ‘the entertainment’ for the rest of the night.” She winked. “Better get in line soon boys and girls.”
The girl threw the mic over her shoulder and smirked as a line hastily began to form at the front of the stage, with a familiar looking male standing at the forefront.
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “How did I know you were gonna be the first?”
Soarin smirked. “Because you know me.”
“And let me guess, you want my pussy first?” She smirked back. “Like usual?”
“You know it.” The male replied, before whipping out his dick.
Rainbow Dash chuckled, and deftly removed her skinny jeans before tossing them aside, eying his cock. “Impressive as ever.” She remarked.
“My sentiments exactly.” He agreed, his gaze lingering on the tits which her shirt seemed barely able to contain.
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, missionary?”
Soarin shook his head. “Nah, I wanna make sure your other holes are able to be used.”
Rainbow Dash bit her lip, barely containing a shudder of excitement. “That's so fucking hot.”
He chuckled, giving her ass a firm smack. “Hurry up and grab that pole before I fuck you where you stand.”
“Bold of you to assume I would care either way.” Rainbow Dash shot back, before reluctantly turning and grabbing the pole with both hands. “Well? I’m waiting.”
Soarin sauntered up to the presenting girl, barely aware of the whistling and cheers coming from the crowd. He grabbed his cock with one hand and was about to spit a wad of spit onto his prick before he caught a glance of his partner’s glistening pussy, and realized such an act was redundant. With a shrug of his shoulders he gripped the girl’s hips, aimed his cock, and plunged his cock balls deep into her sopping wet pussy.
A couple of cheers rose from the crowd and some of the men and woman in the line waiting for a turn on the slutty teen whistled or made lewd remarks. Rainbow Dash herself was awash in pleasure, having finally abandoned all pretense that she wasn't enjoying herself. In truth, she had loved every minute of this, from the losing of her little bet, to the debasement she faced on stage, and even being used in front of a crowd that contained most of her friends.
The girl let out a moan of feral pleasure as Soarin reared back and began pounding her pussy with all the strength he could muster. His hands gripped tighter, his moans became a little louder, and the world seemed to fall away as he threw himself into the act with everything he had. Rainbow Dash licked her lips and clutched the pole tighter, letting out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as she felt her lover’s balls slap against her with every thrust.
It didn't take long for her well used passage to get used to the familiar sensation of Soarin’s impressive cock, and by the time they had reached a sort of harmony, Rainbow Dash heard footsteps approaching. “I don't suppose those lips are occupied by chance?” Whispered a husky voice.
Rainbow Dash smirked at the sight of Spitfire standing before her. “For your?” She licked her lips. “Never.”
Spitfire smirked, and took a step forward, one hand going down to the hem of her dress. “You know, after word just so happened to get out about your rather impressive tongue there have been quite a few girls lining up to test it for themselves.” She remarked with a smirk.
Rainbow Dash glanced over her shoulder and noticed that the line that she had assumed was mostly men, was actually an even mix of men and woman. “Let me guess, you had a hand in this ‘accidental’ leak of information?”
“I might have.” Spitfire shrugged. “Now are you ready or what?”
Rainbow Dash gave her lips one last lick. “Always.”
Spitfire chuckled as she walked closer, lifting the hem of her dress up before realizing there was a slight height problem. The girl was far too horny to have to worry about such a petty thing like logistics, and after a moment of thought she planted her foot against the bar before settling her dress over Rainbow Dash’s head. With a glistening pussy mere millimeters from her lips Rainbow Dash could hardly contain herself, not like she needed to though.
Soarin smirked as he watched Rainbow Dash’s head vanish beneath Spitfire’s skirt, obscuring her face from view. One look at the yellow skinned girl told Soarin everything he wanted to know and judging from the way Spitfire's tongue had fallen out of her mouth, Rainbow Dash had thrown herself into the act with gusto.
“Don't forget about me.” Soarin exclaimed, gripping Rainbow Dash’s hips tighter.
The muffled moan of pleasure that emanated from beneath Spitfire’s skirt was like music to his ears. Unfortunately for him, this wasn't another one of their after game fuck sessions, so he couldn't take his time like he usually did. There was a long line, and a ton of other dudes waiting for a chance to drop their load in Rainbow Dash’s slutty pussy and Soarin was nothing if not a team player.
He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he gripped her waist tightly, forcing her legs a little wider and pounding her pussy with all the speed at his disposal. The sound of his hips slapping against Rainbow Dash’s enormous, plush ass was barely audible over the sound of the girl tongue fucking Spitfire’s pussy, not like Soarin minded of course. With another song winding down, Soarin knew he had been up there long enough, and though it was fun, he knew it was time to hand Rainbow Dash over to someone else.
With one final grunt he buried himself in the girl’s pussy, his cock bottoming out deep inside her mere seconds before it began to twitch and began unloading every drop of cum he had into her depths. “Another deposit in the first national bank of Rainbow Dash.” He chuckled. “I hope you have room for more.”
Spitfire grunted. “Would you shut up, you are killing this for me.”
Soarin rolled his eyes and pulled out, a thin river of cum dripping from between Rainbow Dash’s parted lips. The male gave Rainbow Dash one last look before flipping down her skirt and zipping up his pants, stumbling his way over to the line. “Go get er boys.”
Two younger looking guys smirked. “You got it.” One of them said. “You don't have to tell us twice.” the other added.
Rainbow Dash couldn't tell what was going on, but from the sounds of it she had two more partners approaching, which meant she had to finish up with Spitfire, and quickly. Thankfully, she knew the girl’s weakness, and with a smirk on her lips, Rainbow Dash leaned forward, using her free hand to delve deep up the other girl’s skirt and towards her goal. Rainbow Dash’s hand glided up her captain’s well muscled leg and between her slim ass before coming to rest at the girl’s puckered hole and causing Spitfire to shudder at the sensation.
“I thought I told you not to do that anymore.” Spitfire muttered, before shrugging. “Aww who gives a fuck, give it to me newbie.”
Rainbow Dash smiled and slid her finger deep into the surprisingly loose hole, her digit slipping up all the way to the knuckle with little effort or resistance. She would have laughed if she wasn't currently tonsil deep in the orange girl’s pussy, as obviously Spitfire had indulged in her less than secret fetish more than she cared to admit. Sure enough, within seconds Rainbow Dash could feel the tell tale sensation of Spitfire’s orgasm coming on, and moments later her mouth was being filled with the delicious taste of Spitfire’s cum.
The older girl shuddered as she felt her first orgasm of the night tear through her. Her hands gripped the pole, and Rainbow Dash’s hair tighter, and she grit her teeth as she felt Rainbow Dash’s finger piston in and out of her ass, as her tongue dove deep into Spitfire’s sopping pussy, driving her to even greater heights of pleasure. It took awhile but eventually her orgasm finally died down and she awkwardly stumbled back, catching herself on the edge of the DJ booth.
The pale skinned woman behind the booth lifted an eyebrow at Spitfire, who smirked back. “Yes, she is that fucking good.”
The D.J eyed Rainbow Dash a little closer before shrugging, queing up a playlist and making her way to the back of the line.
Rainbow Dash smirked as she watched Spitfire shake her head and slowly get her bearings, only to follow the D.J to the back of the line as well. Noticing that she now had a dou of males, and a rather nervous looking Applejack standing beside her, Rainbow Dash laughed. “And here I thought you were straight.”
The farm girl crossed her arms over her mammoth breasts, her face flush with a mixture of arousal and intoxication. “This is just a one time thing alright, so don't get any ideas!”
Rainbow Dash shrugged, and licked her lips. “You won't be saying that once I’m done with you.”
The two males grunted. “Are you ready or what?” The first one asked. “Because we are hard and ready.” The second one added.
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “I can't believe I’m saying this, but be patient a second.” She pointed at the slightly larger of the two males. “You, lay on the ground.”
The male did as ordered, laying his back on the stage with his long, thin cock standing straight up. Rainbow Dash licked her lips and deftly slipped her body over that of the first guys, her back to his stomach, perfectly positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She pointed at the next male and then between her legs, issuing an unspoken order that he was quick to follow. Positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy, something Rainbow Dash didn't notice, as she was hungrily eying the nervous farm girl standing just off to the side.
“Are you going to ditch those pants or am I going to have to eat you out through the zipper?” Rainbow Dash asked.
Applejack chuckled nervously, her fingers awkwardly working at the button on her jeans. “I suppose that would help, eh?”
Rainbow Dash watched closely as the larger girl pulled down her pants, exposing her dripping pussy. “I guess the rumours are true.” The slut remarked.
Applejack blushed harder and stomped up to the girl before throwing a leg over Rainbow Dash’s head and straddling her face. “Shut up and get to work, slut.”
Just as she was about to do just that, the two brothers seemed to have gotten themself comfortable, as they suddenly thrusted forward, their cocks burying themselves in her pussy and stretching it wider then it had been in a long time. As that happened, Applejack’s patience ran out and she gripped Rainbow Dash’s head in both hands before mashing her pussy against her friend’s face.
The effect was immediate, with Rainbow Dash moving solely on instinct as she pushed herself back while plunging her tongue deep into Applejack’s dripping honey pot. Skills honed by many a night servicing both men and women were put to use once more.
In the back of her mind the girl felt content, complete even, and she couldn't help but consider the possibility that maybe she should lose more often.