Rainbow Dash's Epic Prank
“This is weird,” Lightning Dust muttered, looking down at her mug of tea. “Why did you invite me here?”
Rainbow Dash shrugged, dragging the edge of her hoof along the rim of her own cup. “Thought it was about time that two of us buried our hatchet. I got my stunt flying thing going on. You got your weekly trip to the hospital thing going on. Honestly, we both have it made, in our own way, and there’s no reason we should try fucking up each other’s lives any longer. You get me?”
Lightning Dust frowned and narrowed her gaze, before thrusting a hoof across the table, at the third pony present. “And why is he here?”
Zephyr Breeze cocked off one his laid-back grins before lifting his mug towards Lightning in some kind of frat boy salute. “Dash here just finds me irresistible. Isn’t that right, Rainbow?”
Rainbow forced a pained grin. “R-right.” She then shook her head. “But yeah, I just wanted a chance to let bygones be bygones. I’ve gone through enough shit in my life and I really don’t need any stupid bad blood between me and a few ponies who, sure, I don’t get along with…”
Both Zephyr and Lightning frowned at that comment, prompting Rainbow to hold up a defensive hoof.
“Buttttt, you two are also way better than the world conquering demons or bug queens who imprison you in goo that I encounter on my side gig,” she explained.
Zephyr chuckled. “Well you haven’t had a chance to experience my goo, Rainbow. That’ll probably change your mind on the subject matter pretty quickly.”
Rainbow gritted her teeth as she continued to force her smile, earning an almost sympathetic look from Lightning.
“So, I thought…” she held up her own cup, “we could all enjoy some tea and maybe shoot the shit. I’m sure there’s tons of stuff we have in common.”
Lightning nodded and looked at her cup. “Why tea? I hate tea.”
Rainbow shrugged. “I mean… same. But Twilight said that it would be helpful for dealing with friendship problems, and she’s pretty smart, so I just follow her advice blindly.”
She couldn’t help but smirk as she hid the fact that there was also an extra little ingredient that she had slipped into the brew. A little something to make this parley even better by having her two companions be a smidge more agreeable.
Zephyr looked at his cup, shrugged, and then downed it all in one pull. “Well I’m more of a fan of a good old bottle of booch but I won’t turn my nose up at a free drink from a cute mare.”
In an instant, his eyes fogged over and he went as stiff as a board.
For a brief moment, Rainbow panicked, thinking that her plan was a bust. However, Lightning appeared not to have noticed. Instead, she took a sip from her own cup, smacking her lips together.
“Tastes fine, I suppose, kind of trop…” her voice faded away as she also adopted a similar, vacant expression.
Rainbow grinned and rubbed her hooves together. She always loved to see a prank come together in such a perfect fashion. And in terms of pranks, this one was going to be quite epic. A little payback against the two pegasus she hated most in the world.
“Can you two hear me?” she asked.
They nodded in unison. “Yes.”
Rainbow’s grin deepened into almost sinister territory. “Sweet.”
“Sweet,” the two chimed in unison, their voices empty, tainted by whatever brew Rainbow had just given them.
“So where to start, where to start.” Rainbow stood up and paced back and forth, examining the two husks on the other side of the table. “Well I can think of a pretty simple solution. Lightning really needs to get fucked and Zephyr is a stallion who's more than willing to help out with that.” She nodded and glanced at them. “How about you two do that for me?”
Lightning blinked. “I need to get fucked.”
“I need to fuck her,” Zephyr agreed.
Rainbow smirked and made her way towards the exit. “Well then, I’ll leave you lovebirds to it. Oh and make sure to play nice. And remember to have fun!” She paused for a moment. “And don’t get each other pregnant or anything. After all, this is just a prank and foals are the opposite of a good joke.” She snapped off a hoof. “You get me?”
With that she zipped out, leaving the two of them behind.
For a moment, both of the possessed ponies were frozen in place, staring vacantly at the spot Rainbow had just occupied.
Then, Lightning made the first move, lunging at Zephyr like a mare possessed. She eagerly locked lips with him. Her breath was warm from the tea and heavy with a sexual intoxication. Almost immediately, she took the lead, pressing her tongue firmly into Zephyr’s maw.
Within Zephyr, a spark crackled, a bolt of electricity shooting through every fibre of his consciousness. A lust boiled within him and he felt his pride begin to harden, popping out of his sheathe. Once his erection was fully exposed, it rested between Lightning Dust’s haunches and leaked his very virile pre.
He bucked his erection upwards ever so gently, more from excitement than any actual purpose, grinding his slick shaft along her rapidly dampening lower lips.
Their mouths briefly parted as each of them drew in a hungry breath. They then locked eyes and lunged forwards again, pressing their lips even more forcefully against one another. Their tongue tangoed, battling for oral supremacy.
Lightning rocked forwards and shifted her hips, aligning the unflared tip of Zephyr’s pride with her sex. When it prodded at her lips, practically begging to slide into her, she inched back, allowing him to invade her cunt.
She shuddered softly, a faint moan slipping forth from her lips and into Zephyr’s awaiting maw. At that moment, they were like teenagers. There was no foreplay, just a hurried lust that needed to be sated as quickly as possible. They were clumsy and unfamiliar with each other, yet with each passing moment a familiarity was fostered and allowed to grow.
With Zephyr inside of her, the stallion began to buck his hips, rocking them in and out of Lightning at a shallow pace. It was only a few inches, but they felt utterly fantastic as Lightning’s inflamed lower lips cradled his pride in a sleeve of warmth and pleasure.
They were forced away again, their moans soon mingling together. Zephyr’s was a constant little chirp of pleasure while Lightning’s took on a far more guttural quality, as a torrent of nearly masculine grunts and groans oozed forth from her lips.
As Zephyr continued to pound away, a tempo soon formed, his pace growing more fluid. He slid in and out of Lightning at a potent pace, his cock venturing a little deeper with each stride.
A fire began to form in their collective gullets, a kindling which seemed to spread through them. They attempted to douse the flames, to hold on just a little longer. After all, their Mistress had ordered them to enjoy one another and they couldn’t honestly say they did if they didn’t make this pleasured frenzy last for as long as physically possible.
Zephyr’s hips bottomed out as he plunged his entire girth into Lightning’s tight little snatch. The mare’s back arched and she cried out in pleasure, her vocal praise flowing through the room. They stayed like that for a moment, locked together with Zephyr now unmoving.
Lightning looked down at the stallion and gritted her teeth. “Is that all you got?”
Zephyr shook his head and drew back, renewing his pace. They continued on this mad dash, though the stallion’s tempo had taken on a haggard, nearly sporadic quality. He was becoming fatigued, having nowhere near the amount of endurance as the partner he now defiled.
Lightning’s gaze grew half-lidded, focused upon the wall in front of her. She felt her legs shudder with each of Zephyr’s increasing sloppy thrusts. Her complexion was coated in a sheen of sweat as her voice grew laboured, husky with her own rapidly approaching orgasm.
Zephyr was the first to give out as he slammed his cock deep into Lightning’s awaiting sex, hilting inside of her. Lightning could feel him flare, the head of his cock expanding a few inches inside of her. Though she was quick, jerking forwards in order to follow through with Mistress Dash’s orders to avoid any unwanted consequences.
His cock slipped out of her with a nice wet belch, mere moments before his first strand of cum shot forth. His first was potent and thick, and it landed upon Lightning’s back in a nice thick strand. It was soon joined by a second and third of equal potency. Then after that, the ferocity of Zephyr’s pleasure was greatly tapered, the next few shots being little more than some pathetic dribbling which further fouled his already weakening erection.
The two of them stayed still, panting for breath as the labour of sex washed through them. Fluids drained along Lightning’s quivering thighs and the globs of cum inched down her flanks, leaving a nice sticky trail behind.
Zephyr was bathed in a sheen of sweat and he thudded his head against the floor, sprawling out in exhaustion. He continued to wolf down his breaths, struggling to shove as much air into his fatigued lungs as possible. He closed his tired eyes tight as the warmth of a nice orgasm tingled throughout his form.
That had been one hell of a nut.
Lightning cleared her throat and Zephyr cracked open an eye, glancing up at the mare whose hindquarters hovered over his snout.
“Are you forgetting something?” she teased.
Zephyr smirked. “And what would that be?”
“Mistress Dash is going to be most displeased if you don’t give me an orgasm as well.”
“Well we can’t have that,” Zephyr said before leaning forward and…
Well you can imagine what they did after that.