You can never go home again
Rainbow Dash waved to the bus as it pulled away, then hauled her duffel bag up the walkway to her little house on Elmwood Avenue.
As she fished around in the bag for her house keys, she reflected on camp. It sure had been… eventful this year. Yeah. A camping experience she definitely would not forget.
She let out a long sigh, ignoring how the air felt whistling out from under the edge of her neck, and unlocked the door.
"I'm home!" she shouted into the empty living room, and took a moment to appreciate that nothing had really changed since she left. Same old furniture and entertainment center. Same old decorations.
No, those had last changed when her cockmother had taken up with a housemate…
"Rainbow, dear, welcome home!"
It wasn't her cockmother's voice, but Rainbow still smiled a bit. From down the hall to the kitchen came Posey Shy, Fluttershy's mom, in all her armless glory.
Posey was about Rainbow's height, a busty woman with curly red hair. She wore glasses and comfortable clothes, including a flower-patterned apron that she tended to go around the house in. She gave Rainbow a huge smile and walked up to her, pressing her breasts against the younger woman in an armless hug.
"How was camp, dear?"
Rainbow hugged back, then rubbed her back with one hand. "It was, uh… It was fine, Ms. Shy! Weird stuff happened maybe, but, y'know… Didn't spoil the experience."
Posey gave her a slightly sad smile. "You know you can call me 'Mom' now, Rainbow."
Rainbow groaned internally, and her eyes traveled down Posey's collar to the ring she wore around her neck, lacking fingers to show it off on.
It was such an odd situation. No other kid when she was growing up lived with their cockmother. Heck, most kids didn't even know their cockmothers. Cockwomen were just too wild and fiery to keep tied down to a single home, a single wife, or a single family. They were driven to roam the country and fuck anything they could get their cocks into.
So for her cockmother to not only raise her after her womb mother died, but find another wife and settle down with her after the fact? It was super weird. Maybe even a little creepy. Rainbow wasn't going to say that, of course, she really liked Fluttershy's mom. It was just hard to think of her as her mom, too. Her mom was dead, Rainbow had never even known her.
Sometimes, she felt like this should have been easy. It just wasn't.
"Sorry… mom," she said at last. "I'm still kind of getting used to it."
Posey smiled. "That's all right, dear. Do you want me to take your things for you?"
Rainbow wondered for a second how she could even do that, then put it out of her mind. "No, that's fine, I was about to head to my room. How, uh…"
A stony hand clutched at her heart. Posey, always insightful, caught on immediately.
"She's been doing just fine since you left, sweetie," she said, stepping to the side so Rainbow could head up the stairs. "I'm sure she'll be overjoyed to see you're back home."
"Yeah…" Rainbow said nothing else, as her throat tightened up.
How could anyone be sure what Fluttershy felt when Rainbow wasn't around?
"Windy called and said she'd be home late tonight, by the way," Posey called up the stairs. "I made a lasagna to celebrate you coming home anyway!"
Rainbow had to smile at that. Yeah, even if it was weird for her cockmother, Windy Whistles, to marry and settle down, she really couldn't have picked a better wife.
"Thanks, mom!" she called back, and this time, she felt like she meant it more.
Rainbow Dash's shared bedroom was spacious for one. Considering who she shared it with, it was still spacious. When she knocked (unnecessarily) and entered, the room was dark. Unsurprising, really. She left the lights off and deposited her duffel in the corner, shutting the door behind her.
She took a moment and reminded herself of how Fluttershy used to be.
She had been a tall, busty girl, with yellow skin and a bright smile on the rare occasions she let it come out to play. She had been so shy, just like her name, yet such a free spirit when she felt like she was safe. She'd loved nature and being outside. She always talked to animals, patiently, like she was just waiting for them to talk back. The best times she and Rainbow had had together had just been when they were hanging around outside, Rainbow Dash practicing skateboard tricks while Fluttershy watched and braided dandelions or something.
Rainbow had never appreciated the silly flower crowns until they were gone.
Rainbow realized she had her eyes closed. She was just delaying the inevitable.
Opening her eyes, she gazed upon what lay on her bed.
It was Fluttershy. Or at least, it had been. It still was, she had to remind herself, but it was just so hard to reconcile the memory of who Fluttershy had been with the reality of what she had become.
When she was younger, Rainbow Dash had always wondered what would happen to a girl who didn't decide on an option by the time she turned nineteen. Unfortunately, the topic was taboo, and inquisitive little girls were always told not to worry, that they would simply figure out their option before time was up. That was why Dash had always preferred sports to academics; no one cared so long as she did good, and she was always the best.
It wasn't until two weeks after Fluttershy's nineteenth birthday that she would finally find out the answer to that conundrum.
There had been no party for Fluttershy that year, a fact that had not escaped Rainbow Dash's notice. The other girl had never been able to decide on an option, to the point where it had almost seemed like she just didn't care about deciding in the first place. On that day, Fluttershy had disappeared, and no one would tell Rainbow Dash where she'd gone, so she just shut up and tried to be patient. Surely the answer would reveal itself, right?
Well, it did. And it turned out it wouldn't have if her cockmother hadn't worked for the government.
One day, she brought home a case, sat Rainbow down, and told her in slow, certain terms that Fluttershy had been changed, in full legal standing, by the penalty for not deciding on an option. That she would be different now, but that the old Fluttershy Rainbow knew and loved would still be in there, somewhere. That Fluttershy and Ms. Shy would be coming to live with them now. And in the same way that Windy would take care of Ms. Shy, she expected Rainbow to take care of Fluttershy. They were, after all, just like sisters.
And then she had opened the case.
When it had come time for Rainbow Dash's option, she remembered what she had seen then, what she was seeing now, and it had driven her to choose.
What lay on Rainbow Dash's queen-sized bed was barely a human being. She still had yellow skin, not that the color was visible in the room's low light, but that was about the only thing recognizable as Fluttershy that still existed.
Her arms had been removed at the shoulders, the skin covered over, smooth and round. Her legs had been removed at the hips, the skin covered over, smooth and round. Her breasts had been enlarged, until they were almost the size of her torso. And her head…
Her head had been removed, and the skin covered over. Smooth. Round.
Fluttershy had become a living torso. Blind, deaf, mute, helpless, and completely wired to care about only one thing.
That was the reason no one ever talked about what happened to girls who didn't choose their option. The secret was, in order to maintain a civilized society, cockwomen needed to be able to fuck. Their urges got so overwhelming, it wasn't unusual to see one pursuing one or more other women down the street, cock flying in the wind, just one good grab away from shoving it wherever it would fit.
And so any girl who didn't make the decision in the allotted time had all the options done to her at once, and then some. Then, in secret bunkers all across the country, in the basements of government buildings, they were stored and cared for. All a cockwoman had to do to fuck one was show up and display her ID card.
Windy had gotten preference for being a government worker, after all. And when Fluttershy had failed to choose her option, she had used every bit of leverage she could to make sure her daughter's best friend in the whole world wouldn't end up a helpless sex slave in an underground bunker.
The retrieval had been completely above-board, of course. No stealing Fluttershy away from the women who saw her as just a piece of meat to be used. But it had also meant that Windy's status at her job had been put in jeopardy, and so she'd been working a lot of long hours for less pay ever since. It had made life really difficult, since she had two more women to support now. At least Fluttershy didn't need much to keep her going.
Rainbow choked back a sob as she gazed over what was left of Fluttershy. The heavy breasts wobbled ever so slightly as the torso breathed, slow and calm. Her shaved pussy was right there, on display, for anyone to see should they walk into the room.
Some days, Rainbow just wanted to run away forever.
But there was no escaping reality. This was just the way things were. An optioned society was a pure society, after all, and even pure societies had their little secrets.
She moved ever so slowly around to the head of the bed. Gingerly, almost as if she were afraid she might hurt the little torso, she laid a hand on its shoulder. Fluttershy quivered, perking up just a bit, and rubbed against Rainbow's hand the best she could in her condition.
With a sigh, Rainbow sat down on the bed, removed her head, and placed it on Fluttershy's neck. The eyelids fluttered, moving out of sync with one another, before opening all the way. The mouth stretched in a yawn-like motion, then worked a few times before sound came out.
"Oh! Hello, Rainbow Dash. It's good to see you again. How are you?"
It was Rainbow's own voice talking, but apart from being somewhat tinny and distant, it didn't sound much like her.
"Hi, Fluttershy. I'm okay. I just got home from camp." She spoke slowly, like she was talking to a child. Sex slave women had their minds reduced to make room for sex drive, so Fluttershy wasn't super bright these days.
"Oh, camp sounds nice," said Fluttershy in Rainbow Dash's voice. Rainbow's head gave her a dopey, lopsided smile. "Was it fun?"
"It was." Rainbow tried to nod, forgetting that she was talking to her own head. "How have you been?"
"Oh, I'm fine." Fluttershy shifted herself just a tiny bit, her breasts jiggling. "I've been very lonely without you, though. Momma visits me sometimes, and your cockmother too, but no one else." She pouted. "I need pleasure, Rainbow Dash. Won't you pleasure me?"
Rainbow cringed. There it was. And it hadn't even taken that long.
The sex drive was the worst part about Fluttershy's condition, if Rainbow were being honest. Nevermind her usual hangups about sex, Fluttershy was her sister. They were not supposed to be doing things like this! But if she wanted to keep Fluttershy happy, if she wanted to take care of her, she had to do something.
She gulped, or did the best she could without a throat. "A-are you sure you don't want to talk some more first? I… I missed you! I just want to hear about…" She groaned. This wasn't going anywhere. "About what you've been up to."
Rainbow's head giggled. Then one of the eyes closed halfway, and the head fell off.
The thing about sex slave women was, they didn't have bone spurs like normal headless women did. It was just one more way to keep them as cowed slaves dedicated to fucking. So even though Fluttershy could use Rainbow's head to talk, since hers had been taken away and destroyed, the only thing keeping it on her was Fluttershy staying still. Any sudden movements, and the head would just plop right off, like it had now.
Rainbow retrieved her head, placing it atop Fluttershy once more.
"Oops," Fluttershy giggled, "lost my head there for a second."
Rainbow chuckled despite herself. "Yeah…"
"Silly Rainbow Dash," Fluttershy continued, giving her a sad little smile, "you know I haven't been 'up to' anything while you were gone. I can't do anything, you know." She giggled again, and her smile grew happier. "Isn't that wonderful?"
Rainbow was very glad she wasn't wearing her head at that moment, because she just might have started crying. She had no idea what those bastard women in the Department of Options did, but whatever it was had destroyed Fluttershy, leaving behind only this husk, this empty shell made of fading memories and aimless sex drive.
When Rainbow didn't respond, Fluttershy wiggled herself a bit, nearly but not quite losing Rainbow's head.
"Oh, Rainbow Dash, please. Please squeeze my titties. Please pleasure my pussy. Please make me cum. I love you so much, Rainbow Dash. You've always been so good to me. I can't return the favor, but please, please, please pleasure me. Please, Dashie?"
It's for her own good, Rainbow reminded herself. That's why I'm gonna do this.
"Okay," she croaked, moving around until she was in front of Fluttershy. She slid her arms around the yellow torso, cradling it and gently scooting it into a lying position. Her head slipped off it, of course, so she scooped that back up and placed it at the far end of Fluttershy, where it might just reconnect to her if she were lucky.
Then she groped Fluttershy's left breast. The moan that escaped the lips of Rainbow's head told her the connection had worked.
The breast flesh was soft and tender, such a perfect handful any other girl would have felt lucky to behold let alone touch. For Rainbow, it just made her feel sick. And it was made worse when Fluttershy started talking.
"Oh, yes! Yes, Dashie! Please, more! Give me more!"
Dash did as instructed. She squeezed both of Fluttershy's breasts, one in each hand, massaging them, lifting them up by the nipple and letting them drop. She gave those thick, turgid nipples a twist and a roll, and Fluttershy gasped in ecstasy. Her abbreviated hips bucked, and Rainbow's head rolled to the side, cutting off her speech.
Rainbow hesitated, and Fluttershy wiggled insistently underneath. Rainbow took a moment to set her head back next to Fluttershy's neck.
"Don't stop, Dashie," she called immediately. "Give me pleasure! Please, I need it!"
Fluttershy needed it, all right. It was the only thing she had going for her anymore.
Rainbow trailed her fingertips around the undersides of Fluttershy's breasts, making her moan and gasp. It occurred to her how many girls she knew who would kill to be where she was right now, and not just cockwomen. Shouldn't she be more appreciative of this situation?
I'd appreciate it more if my sister were a real human again and not a sex slave.
Swallowing her disgust, Rainbow let her hands trail down around Fluttershy's hips, resting against her pussy. Rainbow thought about taking her head back just so she could grit her teeth, but letting Fluttershy express herself like this usually meant she could go a lot longer without needing it again.
Rainbow slowly began to swirl Fluttershy's clit. The limbless girl gasped in Rainbow's voice, moaning and arching her back.
"Fuck me, Dashie! Fuck me with your cock!"
It just showed how little Fluttershy really understood anything anymore. Of course she knew Rainbow didn't have a cock, sex slaves just were wired to expect them. So Rainbow did the next best thing, plunging two fingers deep into her sister's dripping vagina and trying to ignore just how wrong this all was.
Fluttershy's breasts wobbled as her shoulders twisted back and forth. Rainbow fingered her with mechanical precision, pressing her G-spot and sending shudders up the yellow girl's torso.
"Cock, Dashie, I need it! Please! Please!"
Goddammit. There wasn't going to be any getting around this this time.
Sighing to herself, she stepped back off the bed and turned Fluttershy so her pussy was facing the side of the bed. Rainbow's head of course laid where it had been, inert, but by this point, Rainbow didn't care. She just wanted to get this over with.
Placing her hands on the sides of the bed, she leaned down and slowly inserted her bone spur into Fluttershy's pussy.
The reaction was immediate, the little helpless torso thrashing and arching against her. Rainbow started moving her upper body back and forth, bone-fucking Fluttershy to the best of her ability. It was honestly pretty awkward to do, and it meant the inside of her head was going to smell like vagina until she could shower properly, but it was what Fluttershy needed.
Rainbow was here to take care of Fluttershy, after all. She had to do what was best for the girl who couldn't do anything for herself.
When she felt Fluttershy shivering in the final throes of ecstasy, she picked up her head and sloppily placed it on the other girl's neck. It ended up backwards, so her face was planted in the sheets, but it didn't matter. Fluttershy didn't need a head to breathe. Plus, it meant her cry of orgasm was muffled as she loosed her pussy juices all over Rainbow Dash's neck.
Ugh.
Rainbow kept her bone spur inserted until Fluttershy had stopped moaning, thrashing and cumming, then slowly pulled herself out. She grabbed some tissues off the nightstand and wiped at her bone spur, but she knew from experience it wouldn't be enough. Just so long as she didn't drip on the carpet, it was fine for now.
"Hold me," said Fluttershy, muffled into the comforter.
Rainbow sighed. Of course. She picked up her head and laid it on its side, then rolled Fluttershy onto her side and climbed into the bed behind her.
Spooning with a limbless torso was kind of like cuddling with a teddy bear, if one got right down to it. Soft, plush, covered with skin instead of fabric, but oddly comforting despite the situation. Fluttershy made a long "mmmm", snuggling back against Dash, who looped one hand under the torso and brought it up under her breasts.
"That was so nice," Fluttershy said quietly.
Rainbow Dash said nothing.
Fluttershy giggled. "I love you, Rainbow Dash."
Voice catching in her throat, Rainbow said, "I love you too, Fluttershy."
She knew they were both talking about different things.