Date Rape Dash


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                                            > Pony alcohol isn’t very strong, but you were never much for the bottle back on earth anyway.

                                            > Usually you either got a bad headache before you could get a buzz or you just flew right past all that and got smashed on the strong stuff, leaving you full of regret in the morning.

                                            > Equestrian drinks are thankfully much more pleasant for you. Each one was smooth and gently made you more inebriated without bringing on migraines.

                                            > So you and your best buddy Rainbow Dash had made a habit of having some friendly drinks at Ponyville’s bars.

                                            > It was never a scheduled thing. Whenever you or her felt like kicking back and loosening up you’d walk around town, pick one establishment at random, and pick some drinks from the menu at random. Since you had come to Equestria and met Dashie you’d really loosened up.

                                            > Tonight however, was different. Rainbow had sought you out early in the day and told you she wanted to get dinner together and then go for drinks.

                                            > It sounded fun so you agreed. Nothing wrong with getting some dinner and drinks with your best friend. You knew she wouldn’t make things weird.

                                            > So what if she had wanted to try on a… dress? It wasn’t really like her but you were cool with it, so you paid no mind to her bashful stammering from your inquisitive look.

                                            > “I-it’s just a favor I’m doing for Rarity, she uh, she totally insisted I try this on for her to see how it looks, I mean feels, and it had to be tonight because of this big order she has to do and…”

                                            > At the time you had gotten distracted by the dress, and even more so by the pony it was on. The tight little black dress clung to her shape in a way that was far too alluring than it had any right to be for a pony.

                                            > You would know, since you weren’t into ponies like that. They were just too cute and innocent. There was no way you’d defile them with your baser instincts.

                                            > So you had politely averted your eyes from her athletic muscled flank wrapped in black and nodded to whatever she had been saying, walking with her to the fancy restaurant.

                                            > It wasn’t really like her to want to share dinner at a nice place like this, but if she wanted to try new things you weren’t going to give her a hard time about it.

                                            > The setting did seem oddly romantic though, especially once you agreed to get a start on the night with a shared bottle of wine.

                                            > You simply chalked it up to circumstance and made a resolution to enjoy yourself instead of worrying and potentially making things awkward, it wasn’t her fault the restaurant owners designed the place like they did.

                                            > So you and she had relaxed into an easy conversation. The evening passed into the night fast and you could honestly say this was the best date you had ever had.

                                            > No, this wasn’t a date, just a friendly dinner. With your friend, Rainbow Dash.


                                            > This was one of the best… outings you had ever had, just hanging out with your cool pony bro, eating tasty food and enjoying the nice alcohol.

                                            > She had even insisted on paying for the whole thing! She was too nice – you had tried to pay for your half but had to concede to her cute face.

                                            > After leaving the restaurant she had planted her side to yours as you walked. You enjoyed the warm contact and placed your hand on her back as she walked with you.

                                            > She had shivered at that so you started to run your hand from her neck down her back. She had let out a little moan from that, so stifled you could barely hear it. You must’ve been doing something right to warm her up.

                                            > From there you had gone to one of the nicer bars in town, Berry Punch’s Place.

                                            > Despite the rather mundane name her bar couldn’t be beat for comfortable atmosphere and tasty drinks.

                                            > You supposed her name and reputation was all it took. Her painted, smiling face above the aged wood sign just drew ponies in like it was a second home.

                                            > The smell and atmosphere inside was oddly nostalgic, reminding you of family reunions (the good kind).

                                            > This is where you currently find yourself, enjoying drinks with your best marefriend.

                                            > Wait, that’s not quite right.

                                            > Enjoying drinks with your best friend! Who also is a mare.

                                            > That’s better.

                                            > Although you’re not in your usual spot of enjoying drinks at the bar proper, the dark booth in the back is proving quite comfortable.

                                            > You start to wonder why Dashie insisted on sitting back here, but before you can really start to care you get distracted by her cute giggles again.

                                            > Your vision swims a bit as you refocus on her smiling face.

                                            > Man, you’ve gotten fairly drunk already. It snuck up on you faster than usual.

                                            > Must’ve been the wine.

                                            > Meanwhile Dash herself appears to sober up for a moment, determination flashing across her face. Her nervousness still comes through her voice though.

                                            > “S-so Anon? I-I hope you’ve had a good time tonight, this has been, um, really s-special and I know it’s a little different than what we usually do, so I wanted to know-”

                                            “Are you kidding Dashie?” She blushes at the pretty nickname.

                                            “Any night out with my best buddy is gonna be great, you don’t have to worry about me.”

                                            > For some reason, she frowns at your words.

                                            > “Actually Anon, that’s what I wanted to talk about, y-you see I… I like you, a-and I want to do more than just hang out. I want this to be a date.”

                                            > She stares you down as you say nothing.

                                            > Your alcohol slowed mind is having some trouble processing what she said, and as time goes on tears are starting to collect in her admittedly beautiful eyes.

                                            > Wait, that’s it! The alcohol. There’s your ticket out of this. She’s just not thinking straight. You need to let her down gently.


                                            “Dash, I uh, well that’s very nice of you but I think we’re both a bit tipsy to be talking about something like that. Ponies are just… way too cute for me, y’know? I-I need to use the restroom, be right back!”

                                            > Damn, nice going genius. Could you have made that any more awkward? Now you’re running away from the issue, great job!

                                            > Gotta just relax and ride this one out, it’ll clear up by the morning.

                                            > Okay Anon, time to go back out there and smooth things over with Rainbow. You’ll still be friends tomorrow, nothing can change that, but for now you need to cheer her up.

                                            > Returning to your booth, you’re surprised to find Rainbow smiling gently instead of frowning or sobbing at you.

                                            “Hey Dash, everything ok? I didn’t meant to say it like that-

                                            > “Oh everything is fine Anon! Don’t worry about it, I was just in a weird mood with the alcohol."

                                            > You're surprised that she's not mad with you but decide not to question your good fortune.

                                            > "Speaking of alcohol, I topped us off! Drink up!”

                                            > Her smile takes on a weird twist with those last words. While your eyes notice it, your brain neglects to pick up on the warning and you pick up the glass.

                                            > She doesn’t even touch hers, instead opting to watch you… greedily?

                                            > This drink tastes almost like your last one, but something is different about it. It tastes even better, almost too sweet. The warm flush from the alcohol seems hotter than normal too.

                                            “Whoa Dash this one is, is, uh… pretty… good?”

                                            > The room is really starting to spin now, and your vision is getting blurry.

                                            > You reach up and rub your eyes with your knuckles, trying to blink away the sudden tiredness.

                                            “Oh man Dashhh, I uhhh… I don’t know about thisssh one…”

                                            > There’s tunnel vision setting in now, the edges of what you see fading away.

                                            > The last thing you see between your blinking tired eyes is her face, grinning evilly as she licks her lips.

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                                            > You feel so tired yet you find yourself slowly waking up, mentally at least.

                                            > Physically your body feels like a sack of potatoes. Your muscles don’t really want to respond and you feel heavy.

                                            > All your brain wants is to fall back asleep but the dragging sensation on your feet keeps you from it.

                                            > Physically opening your eyelids feels impossible so you try to figure out where you are by sensation.

                                            > You’re lying on something warm under your chest, arms and legs dangling off.

                                            > Your head hangs off too, partially supported by a sloping surface.

                                            > Next to your ear you can hear the panting of someone struggling to carry you.

                                            > You can almost recognize the slightly raspy, feminine voice as you feel the warm breath tickle your ear, making your spine tingle.

                                            > Your sense of time is off as you drift between sleep and consciousness.

                                            > Somewhere along the ride there is a stop and some familiar wooden creaking. Is that your door?

                                            > Your next bout of wakefulness is brought on by the burning sensation of something tightening around your wrist.

                                            > The pain is enough to crack your eyelids, but just barely. Everything looks hazy as you start to blink.

                                            > A soft gasp alerts you that your waking has been noticed.

                                            > A sensation of moving air flutters around you and in short order you feel stronger burning on your other wrist, tightening hastily.

                                            > Just as you start to realize this is rope burn the same process has been repeated for your ankles.

                                            > The fuzzy fog over your brain and body has started to retreat and a spark of recognition speeds up your awakening.

                                            > Even through the darkness you know this is your room! Looking at your ceiling fan and your nightstand means this is your bed.

                                            > It is at this moment you also realize two things: you are stark naked and you are not alone.

                                            > Your heart rate spikes from nervousness at this new knowledge.

                                            > You don’t immediately recognize the silhouette in the dark but your body instinctively tries to get away, only to be halted by the ropes keeping you confined to your bed.

                                            > There is little to no play in your bindings, perhaps a half inch at most. Whoever did this really doesn’t want you going anywhere.

                                            > You cannot take your eyes off the ominous shape at the foot of your bed even as your body continues to try to crawl away.

                                            > The pony shaped shadow does not move or make a sound, it just watches you.

                                            > Even though you can barely see it you know it’s staring at you, the glistening eyes just barely distinct from the whole shape.

                                            > You’re definitely afraid and what’s worse is somehow the adrenaline or something else is giving you a fear boner.

                                            > Of all the inconvenient times your erection has messed with you, this one is definitely the worst.

                                            > The figure in the darkness clearly notices your rising manhood. They lean forward and raise their hooves onto the footboard with a clop.

                                            > The noise further terrifies and excites you, but just as you fear they will leap on you, the figure retreats.


                                            > Trotting over to your nightstand they reach to your lamp and switch on the gentle light to reveal themselves.

                                            > She still has her dress on.

                                            > Why is that your first thought?

                                            > Rainbow’s namesake mane is brilliant even under the dim lighting. Her coat still shines like the daytime sky.

                                            > The shock of seeing her after your fears and expectations had built up keep your lips silent, though your mind is buzzing with questions and confusion.

                                            > In addition to the conflicting emotions, you now notice a heady scent filling your mind. It’s warm and soothing but at the same time makes you want to chase it.

                                            > Paralysis of speech and action both keep you in place more effectively than the rope while Rainbow turns her gaze to your body.

                                            > Her eyes are focused on one part in particular as she reaches out a hoof to rub along your thigh. Giddily she announces,

                                            > “I knew you liked me! See! You’re hard and it’s just for me!”

                                            > Her smile quickly turns to a scowl as she looks into your face.

                                            > “So why have you been teasing me for so long? I-I’m a mare too and I have needs. I want to be loved like anypony else!”

                                            > With these last words her eyes take on a crazed glint.

                                            > “Now I’m going to take that love and you’re going to give it to me!”

                                            > Your vocal chords feel weak from whatever it was she slipped into your drink but you push through it.

                                            “Dash, come on, this is crazy! You’re not thinking straight or something, please let’s just-”

                                            > “No! I’ve had enough of your excuses, I know you want me as bad as I want you and I’m tired of waiting.”

                                            > Shit, this isn’t good. Steeling your nerves, you opt for another approach, staring her down.

                                            “Rainbow Dash. Untie me now. I won’t ask again.”

                                            > To your credit, this does startle her briefly.

                                            > Then she starts giggling. Damn, why do her giggles have to be so cute and sexy? They’re not helping you in keeping your erection down and neither is her teasing tone as she berates you.

                                            > “That was a good try Anon, but you’re right! I have you tied up and there’s nothing you can do about it except ask me to free you. The answer is no. I will be keeping you tied down until I’ve had my way.”

                                            > She sheds her dress and flits up onto the bed next to you.

                                            > You’re running out of options and time. Desperation drives your next bright idea.

                                            “I… Dash. I’ll scream. If you don’t let me go I’ll scream rape so loud somepony will come break down my door to stop you.”

                                            > Her face twists into a selfish grin at that particular word. ‘Rape.’

                                            > “Is that what you want Anon? You want me to rape you? To take what I want from you and enjoy it? You want me to hold you down and, mmmfff, have my way with your body?”

                                            > You’re not sure how to feel, part of your body wants this but your mind is very conflicted and scared of your friend.

                                            > Her body is quivering now, the lewd discussion having turned her on even more.

                                            > “Since you really want to play the part, I’ll have to stop you from screaming somehow.”


                                            > With her trademark speed, she spins around and slams her sopping wet horsepussy onto your mouth just as you open it to cry out.

                                            > She lets out a loud, throaty moan as her marebits squish and gush onto your face. Her winking clit pushes out repeatedly to kiss your lips as she rides out her first orgasm, the anticipation and buildup too much to handle with your first sexual contact.

                                            > There’s not much you can do but lay there and take her sexual treatment, yet suddenly you find yourself sticking out your tongue and licking her up and down.

                                            > That heady, musky, intoxicating scent has just increased one hundredfold and it’s put your body on autopilot.

                                            > Your senses are assaulted with flavor and touch while she moans and squeaks her orgasm out. The whole thing has you dazed.

                                            > You’ve never been so hard in your life.

                                            > “Mmmmffnnn yesss! Right there Anon oh my gosh you’re so good aaaahhhhhh yeah lick me there! Oooooohhhhhhhh!"

                                            > Your mouth just can’t stop licking and sucking on her quivering marehood, partially because of how delicious her flavor is and partially because there’s something about the whole situation that spurs you on.

                                            > As you’re eating out this mare her strong dock continually presses her tail down on the top of your head, flexing with each contraction around your tongue.

                                            > In your instinctive haze you wrap your lips around her winking sex and suck, running your tastebuds all over her prized pearl.

                                            > It’s almost too much stimulation for her and she leaps forward, bumping her nose against your throbbing mast.

                                            > While she catches her breath she’s breathing right onto you, the warm and wet air teasing your length.

                                            > The delicate stimulation causes you to involuntarily moan, alerting Rainbow that your mouth is now free.

                                            > Her head whips around to look at you and you see a bit of fear in her eyes.

                                            > Powered by panic over you alerting anyone she jams her right fore-hoof onto your lips, silencing any possible protests.

                                            > With your mouth once again under her control, she relaxes and slides back down your chest until her dripping wet sex contacts yours.

                                            > It sends an electric tingle throughout her body, causing her to shake briefly. She opens her eyes to stare you down again, that crazed smile shining bright.

                                            > “Are you ready Anon? I’m going to t-take you now.”

                                            > She says it to you as much as herself, trying to give herself the confidence to finish the deed.

                                            > “Wanna know a secret? You’re going to be my first! I’m giving you my special gift because I love you so much!”

                                            > Her eyes widen and she leans in, her face an inch away from yours. Rainbow Dash is all you can see.

                                            > “Are you a virgin too?”

                                            > You open your mouth to answer but this only treats you to the taste of her hoof, a surprisingly appealing experience when combined with the new texture.

                                            > “No screaming! Just nod for me.”

                                            > You wonder if you even have a choice to shake your head, but since it’s the truth you nod anyway.


                                            > “Yes yes yes! I knew it! See Anon? We’re really meant to be together!”

                                            > Delaying no further she raises her hips above yours and touches your tip to her fluttering, dripping self.

                                            > She pushes you in just enough to line her tunnel up with you then looks you in the eye, eager to cement this moment in memory forever.

                                            > She smiles and presses down, never breaking eye contact as you deflower each other.

                                            > Her whole body shakes as her pelvis meets yours.

                                            > You’re seeing stars.

                                            > You’ve never felt anything so incredible in your life.

                                            > The intensity of the heat and clenching muscles around you submerge your nerves in the sensation of her.

                                            > From instinct you buck your hips up into her causing her to gasp as you hit a bump at the end of her passage.

                                            > Her eyes nearly roll in the back of her head as she stays in place, keeping the both of you seamlessly connected while her horsepussy ripples and clenches along your length.

                                            > She presses her hoof down into your face harder as she desperately tries not to cum too fast, biting her lip and moaning.

                                            > You’re not sure if it’s Stockholm syndrome or what, but without really thinking about it you’re now licking her hoof.

                                            > You run your tongue over the immaculate, glass-smooth texture of her hoof wall before moving toward the center of her frog.

                                            > It’s rigid yet soft with some give, encouraging you to continue worshipping it. As you press your tongue harder into her delightfully sensitive frog she yelps and quivers, her whole body shaking.

                                            > Neither of you have even moved beyond the initial penetration yet the heat of it all and her clenching have you on the edge already.

                                            > “Anon! I’m gonna- I-”

                                            > She pulls her hoof from your lips and replaces it with her own mouth, mashing your tongues together with raw passion and love as she orgasms.

                                            > This sets you off and you can’t help but make out with her, pleasure overwhelming you as you fill up her womb with your seed.

                                            > With every flex of your shaft she squeezes down on you in response, multiplying your shared pleasure.

                                            > You lose track of time as you spill into her.


                                            > Eventually your awareness is brought back by the sound of her panting and groaning right in your face as she recovers.

                                            > You’ve never experienced something like this before and you’re pretty sure that’s the biggest load you’ve ever shot.

                                            > Sure enough, Dashie has a barely perceptible bump right about where her womb would be.

                                            > Even though you feel drained you’re still as hard as iron.

                                            > She rolls her hips around a bit experimentally. Little gasps and moans fall gently from her pretty lips as you bump certain spots in her.

                                            > Wow, this mare is really sexy. How did you not see it before?

                                            > “This really is the perfect date like Rarity said it would be! Our first time was so awesome!”

                                            > The loving look she’s giving you gets an aggressive tint.

                                            > “I gave you something else in your drink to help you keep up with my heat all night long.”

                                            > This time she starts riding you proper, lifting and dropping her hips as she continues to wink and squeeze around you.

                                            > Each time she hilts you inside her molten tunnel your skin meets the wet fluff around her crotch causing lewd squelches to echo through the room.

                                            > The pleasure is almost too much to bear but she shows no signs of slowing down, like she’s eager to get as much out of you as fast as she can.

                                            > Pushing your mouths back together she runs her tongue over your sharp incisors and pointed canines, appearing to get a thrill from the perceived danger of your predatory teeth.

                                            > You’re still tied down but you thrust up into her as she slams down onto you.

                                            > Each time you do your tip bumps up against her cervix, eliciting sharp gasps from her.

                                            > That extra bit of stimulation also speeds you to the finish line in record time, even so soon after your last orgasm.

                                            > Feeling you quiver and groan as you cum inside her sets her off again too as she keeps her mouth glued to yours.

                                            > She breathes heavy as she leans back again, showing off her little womb bump.

                                            > She looks so enthralling with her messy mane and lidded eyes full of love, the motion of her breathing keeping your thoughts totally focused on her.

                                            > “You’re gonna give me a dozen foals.”

                                            > With a smile she closes her eyes and starts riding you again…

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                                            > Warm sunlight falls onto your face, waking you by the light passing through your eyelids.

                                            > You sleepily move your head away from the light but the damage is done, you’re not going to fall back asleep now.

                                            > Yawning, you hug the warm and fluffy pillow closer to your chest.

                                            > It sighs and cuddles closer to you in response.

                                            > Your sleepy brain doesn’t quite understand what that means but it is enough stimuli to make you open up your eyes.

                                            > Rainbow Dash is in your arms as you spoon her, the back of her mane tucked up under your chin.

                                            > You have one arm next to hers, hand wrapped around her hoof. Your other hand caresses her belly right above her teats.

                                            > Her back is up against your chest and her butt sits right up against your pelvis while her tail rests on your thigh.

                                            > It’s incredibly comfortable until you realize you’re naked, very sticky, and your penis is buried inside of her.

                                            > As jumbled memories begin to sort themselves your stirring wakes up your bed mare.

                                            > With a cute yawn she ruffles her wings and stretches her hooves, though this has the unfortunate side effect of dislodging you from her.

                                            > “What the hay?”

                                            > Startled she quickly turns around to see you

                                            > “Anon? But… oh no no no no no no!”

                                            > Her pupils constrict as she starts to hyperventilate.

                                            > She looks like she’s about to fly away so you grab her and hold her to you.

                                            > She’s too afraid or ashamed to put up any fight and just starts to sob into your chest.

                                            > After a bit she starts to talk.

                                            > “Anon I am so so sorry, I’m didn’t want to hurt you but my heat was so unbearable and Rarity said for sure the date would work but you said you didn’t like me that way and then I just- I just… ohhhh I’m such a bad pony.”

                                            > You stroke her hair and her back as she continues to cry for the next few minutes.

                                            > If you didn’t know better you’d say she was the victim of the date rape.

                                            “Dash.”

                                            > She looks up at you.

                                            > Even with her messy mane and tears she looks absolutely beautiful, you can see that now.

                                            “I’m not mad at you Dashie.”


                                            > “Y-you’re not?”

                                            > She sniffles and blinks away tears as her eyes meet yours.

                                            “I was a bit of a jerk at the bar last night, but even more than that I should’ve been honest about my feelings for you.”

                                            > Her mouth hangs open as hope blooms on her face.

                                            “I like you back Rainbow. I guess I needed a shove in the right direction to get it. Although last night was maybe a bit more than a shove…”

                                            > She blushes sheepishly but can’t suppress her grin at your confession.

                                            “It was also pretty incredible, and wow, you’re a really sexy Pegasus.”

                                            > You can see her visibly brighten up and preen from the praise.

                                            “Maybe next time we skip the rope and the drugs though ok? Where did you even get that kind of thing in Equestria?”

                                            > “O-oh, well I added a potion mix to your drink. Rarity gave me one that’s supposed to help a stallion keep up with a mare’s heat, and the other one I got from Twilight’s library basement. She uh, she doesn’t know I borrowed that one yet.”

                                            > You raise an eyebrow at her.

                                            > “That one was a project she and Zecora worked on, it’s supposed to… um…”

                                            “You gave me something experimental?”

                                            > “Don’t worry it was safe! I think… uh anyway that one makes it so we can… we can…”

                                            “Just tell me Dash.”

                                            > “We’re going to have foals.”

                                            > You feel like the world just disappeared out from under you and you’re falling, yet at the same time lighter than a feather and… happy?

                                            “What? I mean uh, how do you know?”

                                            > She snuggles into you again and whispers.

                                            > “A mare just knows Anon.”

                                            > You wrap your arms around her and give her the most genuine hug you can. Suddenly you feel like you have a real future together.

                                            > She giggles cutely.

                                            > “I’m also not in heat anymore.”