Highschool Rainbow Dash

Behind the equipment shed is where you find her, facing away and muttering to herself.

 

"Dash? Everything okay?"

 

She starts, jumping a little and gasping before turning her head to face you, her messy hair running down her shoulders.

 

"Oh, uh, hey Anon," Dash shrills distractedly, peering around you. "Is it… just you?"

 

"I got bored and slipped away," you shrug. "You know how it is. So what's up?"

 

"Uuugh," she groans, desperation in her expression. "You can't tell anyone about this, okay?"

 

"What's the big d-" you start, then stop as Dash turns around slowly.

 

Proudly poking out from under her P.E. shorts is the fattest, juiciest marecock you've ever seen in your life. You gape open-mouthed and uncomprehending at it, unconsciously taking in every little detail. There's a massive, angry-looking vein running down the side that leads to the flared tip, and a thick medial ring at the base. Rainbow Dash's face slowly turns scarlet as you inspect her prodigious prick, the tip twitching a little at your attentions. Unknown feelings begin swirling in the pit of your stomach as you stare.

 

"S-so," Dash stutters nervously, her wings fluttering a little on her back. "What the heck am I gonna do about this?! I can't go back out there!"

 

"Well," you say lamely, fighting to tear your eyes away from the enticing sight of her wobbling dick. "You're gonna have to… gonna have to take care of it somehow."

 

"Here?!" Dash practically shrieks, before looking around guiltily. "Anon, there's no way I can get myself off before someone finds me! It takes me almost an hour with my hands, even if I cheat with magic!" She sighs dejectedly, looking down at her cock. "I'm screwed…"

 

"I could help," you offer immediately, the words out of your mouth before you can even think. "My last marefriend said I was pretty good, although she wasn't nearly as, uh, 'gifted'. As you are."

 

"Help how?" she stares, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

 

"I could give you a blowjob," you elaborate, then suddenly realize something. "Do you… know what that is?"

 

"Of course," Dash huffs, "I'm not a filly! It's when you use your mouth… right?"

 

"Right," you confirm, giving her a friendly smile to set her at ease. "Just relax, Dash, okay?"

 

"Fine," she says, arms crossed defensively across her chest as she looks around to make sure nobody is coming. "I guess I can let you suck it a bit…"

 

You sink to your knees in front of her, the troubled mare leaning back against the shed to let you take care of her problem. In truth, you couldn't be more eager to wrap your lips around her thick, throbbing length, to plant affectionate kisses all along her veiny length and to feel her bust a massive nut right down your throat. Your breath comes in short gasps as you gently put a hand around Dash's marecock, marvelling at the size - your fingers don't even come close to wrapping all the way around. She gasps a little at your touch, her hips jerking before she gets her baser impulses under control.

 

Determined to show Dash a good time, you lean forward and purse your lips to give her cumslit a firm kiss. From the sounds she makes, you guess she enjoys it. You leave your mouth against her cockhead and let your tongue loll out, sliding across the flared tip of her red, swollen prick, caressing her most sensitive parts.

 

"O-oh, my god, Anon," she pants, her cock twitching and pulsing every time your tongue plays along her dick. "That f-f-unh! Feels so good!" Her modest chest heaves as she presses her hands back against the shed for support, fingers curling and uncurling as you play with her obscene length. You can't help but smile. You haven't shown her anything yet and she's already close to blowing her load, if the steady drip of warm, salty precum is any indication. You lick it up without mention, making sure not to get Dash's uniform messy.

 

Feeling that you've teased the poor mare enough, you open your mouth wide and spread your lips around her gargantuan cock. You wince as you feel your jaw creak, your mouth stretching to its limits to get her inside, but eventually the fleshy frill around her cockhead gives way enough for you to take her. You can see her legs quaking in pleasure in front of you, and look up to see her gazing down at you with an expression resembling love. She's panting with exertion, her eyes are wide and there's sweat running down her face. You think she might be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

 

Earlier today, you could scarcely have imagined that you would be taking the cock of one of the prettiest mares in the school behind a shed. The sky is a clear, crisp blue and the only sounds travelling on the wisps of wind are the noise of your oral ministrations and the soft cries of a mare in heat. You slowly bob your head along the first few inches of her length, enjoying her noises and the little splatters of precum she fills your cheeks with every so often. You're impressed with her stamina; she really must not have been exaggerating about it taking an hour with her hands. She must be holding so much virile cum in those hanging balls of hers, just waiting to be released.

 

You redouble your efforts, managing to slide a couple of inches further down her fat prick - you can feel it swelling further in your mouth, so she must be getting really close. Just a few more strokes and-

 

"Sorry Anon," you hear Dash lustily pant from above, "but thisfeelswaytoogooduunh!"

 

She steps over you and bucks her hips, driving her cock into the recesses of your throat. Your eyes go wide as you feel your neck bulge outwardly, struggling to contain the wanton mare's rod. She thrusts like a woman possessed, digging deeper and deeper until her churning balls are nestled tightly against your chin. Once you're there, she takes your head in both hands and begins to skullfuck you with abandon, her medial ring popping in and out of your your mouth.

 

It's not long before her frenzied gasps give way to low grunts and snorts, sounding every bit the breeding stud as she ruts your face.

 

"Oh god," she grunts through gritted teeth. "Oh god, oh god I'm-"

 

She doubles over in exertion, her stomach and legs flexing in effort as you feel the heavenly sensation of her prick bequeathing the first of what's going to be many warm, sticky loads upon the inside of your throat. She cries out again and again as her hips jerk erratically against your face, grinding her loudly emptying balls against you. Her cock pumps jizz into your stomach unendingly, your body locked in place by her tight embrace, your throat pushed so far past gagging that any thought of resisting is obliterated.

 

"Nnngh! Ohhh, god," Rainbow Dash moans throatily. "Almost- almost done…"

 

At this point you're pretty sure she's depositing her load directly into your stomach as if you're some kind of masturbatory sex toy, but you couldn't care less. You're in ecstasy, being treated like a cumdump by a beautiful mare, your own cock making a mess of your boxers even as Dash paints your throat with pearlescent semen.

 

By the time she tiredly pulls herself free, she's more than left her mark. Your stomach is swollen with spunk to the point of protruding from your uniform, and you can't taste anything but Dash. The smell of her seed permeates the inside of your nostrils as you sit there in a dumbfounded daze, watching her catch her breath against the wall. She took you as surely as any stallion would breed their mare, and you think you… love her for it. It feels weird to admit it, but watching her look back at you from underneath her lidded eyes fills you with an admiration of her form.

 

"Anon," she says breathily, "that was amazing. We have to do it again."

 

You nod dumbly, showing your support for the idea but not wanting to belie your eagerness. "Sure, if it helps you get through sch-"

 

"No," she interrupts you, crawling forward with a confident, lusty hunger that you've never seen in her eyes before. She pushes you flat on the grass and sits on your lap. "We're doing it again. Now." She's practically panting in her eagerness, hands reaching for your hair even as her cock swells again, blood pumping into it in anticipation. "Open your mouth."

 

 

-- 4 months later --

 

Dash experimentally tugs on one of the bindings, letting it snap back with a satisfying twang. Lashed to her bed with your head hanging off the edge, all you can see is her shins until she makes an adjustment and pulls you up slightly. She flashes you a smile and strokes your cheek before getting back to her feet.

 

"Okay! Looks good. Open your mouth, Anon."

 

You automatically obey, the instinct to give your mare whatever she wants too strong to ever resist. She makes full use of your subservience, poking her cockhead between your lips before plunging it wetly into your throat, hilting herself in one go.

 

"Ohh, god," she groans from somewhere above you, leaning over and putting her hands on the bed as she begins to buck her hips. "This is gonna be a big one…"