Stuck by Anonymous2


                                            >https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/34261176/#34282975


                                            >”Hey, Anon! Check this one out! I call it the triple glide helix!”

                                            >You watch the Pegasus climb higher and higher towards the clouds, becoming a small blue dot that disappears into the sky’s canopy and then, moments later, soars back down, front hooves outstretched.

                                            >She spins around in a spiral, gracefully turning over and over and giving you a quick wink as she soars past, sending a small gust of wind your way.

                                            >You watch as she flies around perfectly. At this point it seems more like she’s just showing off rather than trying to display a new trick for you, but you don’t mind.

                                            >It’s always nice to see Dash dexterously mastering the skies and having fun.

                                            >”You’re the first person or pony to see this, so you better be-“

                                            >Rainbow Dash slams into a lone tree with a loud crash, sending birds scattering from the boughs and a few leaves tumbling to the floor.

                                            >Ah shit.

                                            >You get up and hurry over to make sure she’s fine.

                                            >She’s not dead, but she appears to be stuck; her upper body held tightly by a branch, with her lower body flailing desperately behind.

                                            >”Dammit!”

                                            >She tries to use her hooves to push her way out, but it’s no use. She’s trapped.

                                            >”Hey! Anon! Could ya give me a hand here? Maybe if you try and... hrrrgg... push from behind I can get free!”

                                            >You stop a few feet away from the tree, watching her hind legs kick around and her tail settle over her cheeks; they’ve been squeezed tightly together.

                                            >What if you... don’t let her out? Not yet, anyway. Maybe you can have a little fun first.


                                            >”Uhh.. Anon?”

                                            >A wicked smile occupies your face as you get closer. You stare at the oblivious pony’s backside that hangs from the tree. Completely unprotected.

                                            >You raise your hands and place them either side of her hips.

                                            >”Okay. Now on the count of three... push!”

                                            >but pushing is the last thing on your mind.

                                            >With a soft chuckle that she probably can’t even hear, you slide your hands either side of her torso and begin to tickle.

                                            >Immediately she bursts into involuntary laughter.

                                            >”A-Anon! Quit it! I mean it! I-I’m gonna pee myself!”

                                            >It’s hard to take her seriously when she’s cackling like an idiot.

                                            >She kicks her hooves back, but you duck out the way.

                                            >The tickling ceases, leaving Rainbow Dash breathless.

                                            >”Come on! Stop messing around and get me outta here!”

                                            >You ignore her though, moving your hands so they’re each on a buttock.

                                            >You reach up to lift her tail out the way with one hand, your thumb pressing down into her meaty dock and hearing a yelp and a whimper.

                                            >”H-Hey!”

                                            >God, her ass is so plump. Even with all the working out she does it’s still nice and squishy.

                                            >You massage the fleshy, muscled cheeks with both hands, revealing her nethers every time you spread them apart.

                                            >”Anon, What the hell!? This isn’t the time for-“

                                            >You thumb her ponut and it shuts her right up; your thumb encircles that taut rubbery ring as you press down right in the middle. She moans uncontrollably.

                                            >You know an opportunity like this will probably never come around again, so might as well make the most of it.

                                            >You bury your face between her cheeks, taking in a lungful of her pleasantly warm musk and sighing contentedly.

                                            >”You perv! Leave me alone!”

                                            >She wriggles again but she’s going nowhere.

                                            >Pulling your face out, you make sure her cheeks are spread nice and wide so you can get a clear view of her pink pussy nestled inbetween.


                                            >Holding one cheek open, your other hand glides down along her outer lips, feeling a twitch in response as you probe her privates.

                                            >”Don’t you dare!”

                                            >She still thinks she can simply tell you stop and make it so. It’s kind of cute.

                                            >Two fingers penetrate the wet, ripe flesh and you can hear her expel a series of moans and grunts.

                                            >The fingers press in a little deeper, feeling the inner walls clamp around them.

                                            >You retrieve your fingers again, watching a wet strand of juices wobble and snap.

                                            >”You don’t even wanna know what I’m going to do to you once I get out of here, Anon!”

                                            >You continue to ignore her, just playing with her moistened pussy and watching it wink and slobber in response.

                                            >She squirms and shudders and tries to wriggle loose yet again.

                                            >After a few more moments of fiddling with the exposed marepussy, you notice what seems to be a small pink nodule becomes visible.

                                            >Jackpot.

                                            >You press the nail of your index finger against your thumb, and then with a wet smack, give it a flick.

                                            >"Yaaahh!” She squeals, shocked, and then starts to pant.

                                            >”Quit... it.”

                                            >Just as you’re rearing up for another flick, something pops into your mind.

                                            >The one thing Dash never lets you near; not even in the bedroom.

                                            >Her hooves.

                                            >You’ve never been sure why. She’s told you it’s a very sensitive part of her body, but now you have a chance to see just how sensitive.

                                            >As you let her cheeks clap back into place, the Pegasus manages to peek back at you over her shoulder; her face is flustered and sheepish.

                                            >”Are you finished? I’m gonna need the bathroom eventually and if you don’t help me get out I won’t hesitate to do it right here.”

                                            >Even with her scowling, pouty expression, you can’t help but laugh.

                                            >”What’s so funny?”

                                            >You grab hold of one of her legs and grip her hoof firmly.

                                            >You can see the panic set into her eyes.


                                            >Holding it up, you see the fleshy underside to her hoof; she starts trying to kick your hand away but your grasp is too firm.

                                            “Guess it’s a shame you’re not Applejack. I’m sure she’d be able to kick me away pretty easily.”

                                            >”I’m warning you! Don’t you d-“

                                            >But she’s cut short as your finger gives that soft, sensitive part of her hoof a little scratch.

                                            >The first thing you hear is a wet pattering against the ground; her pussy is dripping wet already.

                                            >A loud, raspy moan escapes her.

                                            >You scratch again, feeling her muscles melt into utter bliss as her tongue lols out of her mouth and her pussy starts dribbling again.

                                            >”A-Anon..”

                                            >But all she can manage is a squeaky pleasurable groan.

                                            >It’s like you have full control over her with just one little hoof, and press your finger into the yielding soft patch.

                                            >Her back arches up and she starts to pant feverishly.

                                            “Guess I found your weak spot.”

                                            >Her eyes roll back to look at you, but her face is a blush-covered blissful mess.

                                            >Seeing as you’ve been so mean to her, it seems fair to give her a little something to make up for it.

                                            >One hand stays clasping the hoof, while the other slips back down to her drooling wet pussy lips.

                                            >You move your fingers at the same time; pushing and scratching her hoof while rubbing her vagina.

                                            >After only about five seconds the mare explodes in your hands; squirting three viscous ropes of her fluid onto the ground below and unleashing a growly orgasmic scream of delight.

                                            >Her body flops, as if unconscious.

                                            >”Oh my.... holy fuck, Anon.”

                                            >She’s panting; salvia dribbling from one end and cum dribbling from the other.

                                            >She’s more exhausted than a workout or training course has ever made her; her mane ruffled and sweaty and her hooves draped down lazily.