The Traveler and the Turbo Slut

 

The sun crept higher and higher in the sky, blazing across the dry landscape and washing the streets in its unforgiving heat as she forced her mind to keep moving forward.

 

Instead, she vomited her last breath and set her hands on her knees. Ohh, God, it was hot enough to fry eggs on the hood of a car.

 

The girl, Fruit Pack, had been walking along the road. She was uncomfortably hot and sweaty, and the dust was beginning to cling to places best not mentioned in polite company. The heat was unbearable! She could feel like her internal organs boiling to tender well-done. Her skin was red, protected only by a sleeved top, traveling pants, and thick travel shoes. And layers of suncream. It wouldn't last forever, though. Sweat was running down her body in rivers, washing it off. Sweat-proof my ass, she cursed in her mind. It was -probably- only her imagination, but there was a very characteristic sound of sizzling in the air.

 

Purple hair stuck to her scalp, sweat getting into her eyes and stinging her in the eyes. The Wet girl tried to wipe it off with a wristband, then with her shirt but soon both were soaked through and through. She was wet everywhere, under her arms, between her thighs, and her back was the worse as she carried a backpack. She looked like she had just participated in a Wet T-shirt contest. What she would give to participate in one right now?

 

The cream protected her from the worst of the deadly rays of the sun, but hyperthermia was still a very likely cause of death. And she was out of water. Tongue rolled out of her mouth to wet the cracked lips.

 

Fruit buried her face in her hands and groaned. How could she have been so stupid?!

 

Water is, was, been, and always will be essential. She should have brought more. She cursed herself for the hundredth time for her ditziness. In her defense, It wasn't like she didn't take much. It's just that the amount of water she had sweated out outweighed the amount she had drank. It was that FREAKING hot! Her brain was too fried to make rational decisions.

 

"Awwww, screw it!" She groaned. "I need a freaking break." She decided to rest under the particularly lush corona. It cast enough shadow to protect from the Sun but didn't stop any of the occasional gusts of wind. She shrugged her blue backpack off her back and unceremoniously dropped her rump onto the ground with a wet splash.

 

"Ahhh, much better." She took a deep cooling breath and let it out, leaning against the tree. After a few minutes of simple vegetating and cooling her overheated muscles, she started rummaging through her backpack. She didn't have any water left, but she still had fruits. She'd always carried few. They were warm but had moisture in them. She chose a grapefruit and started to peel off the skin, throwing it aside. It's organic, so it should be ok. Her lips burned when the juice passed into her mouth.

 

Next, she took the map. She did have a GPS on her phone but, like right now, it didn't have a signal. She moved out of the town in the morning when the sun was still behind the horizon. How delightfully cool it was back then. She didn't appreciate mornings enough.

 

"I've been walking for three hours now. So the next town is... 15 miles away. Aww Fuck me!" Fruit let out a frustrated shout. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem. She loved traveling. She loved walking long distances, but in this heat she was about to reach her limit.

 

The Weather Control is nothing but a bunch of liars. When she'll finally learn that?!

 

 

Once again, she found herself wondering if she should find a partner to travel with. Wonder what Khaki was doing right now. She was the girl she had met in her travels. They hit off a nice friendship, she was fun optimistic and kind, and her ass looked appetizing in those tight pants.

 

She should check on her, she thought. And a second later, she was checking her phone. No signal. Figures. Well, she still had Daring Doo books. She had read it countless times before, but Daring Doo did not get stale. However, it was too hot to read. She was struggling with thinking as she was.

 

Fruit let out a defeated sigh. Hitchhiking it is. Hope she won't get picked up by some kind of creep. It was always this possible threat she found by a pervert oggling at her chest or trying to steal a feel of her butt. She got it, she had great ass, move on with the program. The woes of being young and attractive.

 

But the main problem was that she hadn't seen any cars, buses or a motorcycle all day. Guess she was on a little-known and frequented road. Great, they'll find her corpse after it turns into a mummy.

 

While the trees protected her from the worst of the heat, she felt the temperature slowly rise as the Sun rose in the sky. It was still early, but she could tell, it'll be a day from hell. Should she wait until the Sun sets? She wasn't in hurry, but It would be a long, long wait.

 

As the Sweating Girl was contemplating her next move, a distant sound reached her ears. The distinct sound of an engine. She hastily hopped towards the heated road. Her eyes narrowed in discomfort as she was hit with blinding light as she looked up and down the street.

 

Sure enough, behind the rapidly rising air, a blue car, came from the same direction as her. It was a big, muscular car. Matching something of a Short Hummer with windows tinted black, so she couldn't make out anyone inside.

 

Hope bloomed in her chest as the answer to her prayers got closer and closer.

 

She should try to stop it. Well, that one was obvious, she spent the last 10 minutes thinking about a way to escape the place. Right? But, young girl, all alone, far away from civilization, with no signal. A scene from a cheap horror flick. Meeting a cannibalistic hillbilly clan or a demented psychopath would surely give her bragging rights in the shelters, assuming she survives. There were a lot of places she hadn't visited yet. Hmmmm.

 

Ahhh hell. If she stays here, the Sun will be her executor. How boring and painfully slow was that?

 

She went back and grabbed her backpack, then stood on the side road. Cocking her hip, she put a hand on her hip, emphasizing her shapely behind, and put the thumb up, wearing her brightest smile. She might not be the most conveniently attractive girl in the world, but she learned a few tricks from girls she had met. Her mum hated the crowd she associated herself with.

 

The car rumbled across the road and came to a stop. Ha! Still got it. In your face Sun, you washed up has been.

 

Now that the vehicle was next to her, she could see how massive it truly was. It was a huge, poweful machine. So big Fruit had to stand on her toes to barely reach the window. Whoever drove it must have a massive dick problem, she thought, having an experience with those kinds of people. Bet they won't be able to talk about anything but how awesome their car is.

 

The window rolled, but because of the car's height all she could make out was the driver's head. To Fruit's mild surprise, It was a pretty girl with rainbow-colored hair, lips, and eyelids. Those must take a hella lot of time to make. The Rainbow Girl smiled. It was confident, bordering on a cocky smile.

 

"Hey, babe. Need a ride?"

 

Hello, gorgeous! Looks like the Universe was on her side.

 

"Would use one." She answered, wiping her forearm with her arm. "Just to the next town."

 

"Hop in, then." She said with a smirk.

 

Fruit Pack grabbed the hot handle and opened the car door. She quickly hopped in, threw in her backpack, and locked the door behind her. She closed her eyes, taking the cool air from the air conditioner. The hairs on arms stoop up straight, flesh pimpled in the wonderfully cold air. She allowed herself to shudder as chill sunk through her sweaty shirt. She blushed as she felt her nipples harden. This was embarrassing, but Sweet cheese and crackers this is what she needed.

 

"Thank you so much." She opened her eyes and took a good look at her savior. "I thought I would fry.... out there...."

 

Fruit Pack could feel her heart thudding under her breast as her eyes ventured over the might of the Rainbow Girl, and heat began to build up inside her.

 

Skin. So much free, flawless skin. And thighs thighs, so hard and wide that her small body could easily rest on one and abs that she could do a laundry on those. And breasts.

 

Tits, milk tanks, jugs, bazoongas, knockers, melons. The only things her eyes could focus on were those massive flesh bags. The Driver had them squeezed up toward the driving wheel, pierced nipples brushing against the leather circle.

 

Simply put, the Rainbow girl carried her goods completely exposed, a blue leather jacket thrown over the backrest. The girl wore ridiculously tiny booty shorts. Muscular legs filled the oversized (or just fitted for the owner) filled the seat.

 

Fruit felt her pussy tingle as she stared, too absorbed to give a damn about politeness. Why? Why was she dressed like this? Fruit knew it was hot, but this was too severe. Was this a Nude Road, an odd cousin of the Nude Beach? Did she have a stroke and go to the swollen heaven?

 

While the girl was denying that she was enjoying the view, Rainbow savored the attention she had been given. A well-known jolt ran up and down her spine.

 

With a playful smirk, she shifted her massive rear until she and her girls were giving the smaller girl an even better view of her tits and hard abdominal muscles. Fruit watched as her monster tits bulged and balanced against the seat’s edge, causing her flesh to indent against the fabric.

 

After many journeys and trips in her life Fruit've had over the years and rigorous dieting, her body was in very good shape. It was only natural for someone who liked moving so much. She wasn't a muscle head by any means, but she had a definitive slender shape often covered by her clothes. Yet she could only dream about a body like hers. What monstrous routine this woman had?

 

An envious look crossed her face while Rainbow's smirk grew. She loved this part. When girls noticed how small they were, compared to her. Or when she stole all the of the boys' attention they wished to notice them. When Dash entered the podium, all the others stopped existing. Priceless. It was a selfish, petty feeling, she had to admit it, but it felt too good too not enjoy it.

 

Still, She didn't allow herself to savor it for too long. Narcissism had not killed ger empathy, and The Purple-haired gal looked like she could get a heat stroke. Pulling a bottle from between seats, she handed it to the girl.

 

"Have a drink." She said, nudging her on the tit.

 

Fruit blinked rapidly, followed by a deep swallow. Or it would if her throat was not made of sandpaper. She could swear she tasted blood. Without a word, she grabbed the bottle from the busty girl and threw her head back eagerly guzzling down the life-giving liquid. Hoping her blush disappears once she finishes.

 

Once water soaked through the desert that was her throat, she finally got a taste of it. This water was simply divine! It was ice cold with a berry aftertaste. Her favorite. This girl might have a peculiar taste in clothes, but her taste buds were on point. Hell, she was ready to admit it, but this thing tasted almost as good as her award-winning Berry pie. Almost was a big difference but still, wow.

 

10 seconds later, the bottle was empty, while Fruit was panting heavily. She licked her moisturized lips just to get a taste of the water, again.

 

"Tounge works again?" Dash asked.

 

"Yes!" She said between heavy breaths." Thank you. Thank you, it's a frying pan out there. "She brought the tip of the bottle just to lick the lef-over droplets. "Is this flavored water? It tastes amazing."

 

"Huh?" Dash furrowed her brow and squinted as she tried to understand the odd question. Second later a realization dawned on her. "Nah. It's normal water. Its' probably just my lipstick." She parted her lips and let her tongue run over her lips.

 

Fruit parted her lips, mimicking the action and tasing berries again. She noted that her lips felt heavier, fatter. They must have gained weight from what she drank. She still craved for more. Rainbow noticed them too, but she knew better than her guest. She knew that the next few hours will be tons of fun.

 

The thirsty girl looked at the bottle top, only now noticing multicolored smudges. Flavored lipstic, perphaps it wasn't so bad. She looked at the busty girl gratefully. "Thanks anyway. For picking me up, that is. You've saved me from becoming Barbeque Road Special."

 

Rainbow laughed loudly. "Ye-yeah, it's super hot today. You look like a virgin nerd surrounded by a pack of thirsty sluts."

 

Stare. That's... oddly specific.

 

"Anyway, what's your name? Mine's Rainbow Dash." She pointed at herself with a thumb, her arm muscles bulging. It could be unconscious action, Fruit knew better, however. It was on puropse. You just don't travel without some knowledge about human behavior. "The greatest young athlete and biggest slut in the state."

 

Did she just...? Ok, that was new. She's definitely creepy. At least she's an attractive creep with a friendly personality. She could work with that. Especially if she has more water.

 

She shook her head and forced a smile.

 

"Name's Fruit Pack. Well, my real name's Ruby Splash, but everyone calls me Fruit Pack. Literally, everyone. Even my parents." She pointed at the back seat. "I think it has something to do with the fact, that I carry fruits in my backpack. Weird reason for a nickname, but I'm not the one to decide. So-" She shrugged and blew a raspberry.

 

Dash nodded sagely. "Yeah, I get it. We don't always have control over the nicknames they gave us." She said quietly, her gaze growing distant, her pretty face was pulled into a scowl, but before Fruit could ask her to elaborate, Dash's expression grew cheerful again. "So what such a cute girl like you is doing in the middle of nowhere?" Rainbow asked, leaning against her seat and pushing her chest out slightly.

 

Again with showing off, huh?

 

"Just a simple girl that loves long travels." Fruit answered, not breaking eye contact with Dash. She knew what the busty girl was trying to do, and Fruit was determined to not give her the satisfaction. "I'm on my way from East, starting from Manehattan to the West until I reach the Ocean. My next stop is Cantelot City."

 

"Cantelot? Well, it's your lucky day." Dash informed, starting the engine. The car purred like a tiger. Fruit felt an odd sense of relaxation as the sound filled her ears. "It's where I live. I was out for my car's checkup, and now I'm getting back." She petted the wheel affectionally.

 

Fruit, confused, quirked her eyebrow and tilted her head.

 

"I didn't know Cantelot City is that small. It doesn't even have its own car mechanic?" She taught it was a large metropolis with booming tourism because of its location between tall mountains, large beaches, and friendly citizens. Did brochures lie?

 

"No nonono. Cantelot's great" Dash waved the question off. "It's my dad. He's a real nutjob when it comes to cars. He loves his car almost as much as me or my mum*. He wouldn't even allow me to own this baby." She said, affectionally petting the steering wheel. "He said I have to take care of it like it was my pet tortoise -his name is Tank, btw, and he's the greatest. And the only Mechanic he trusts lives in another town."

 

"Ohhh... Then how did you convince him?" She asked, pointing at the dashboard.

 

"Uhhhhh..."

 

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Bow Hothoof barely had time to read a newspaper after coming home from, when his daughter threw herself at him. She wasn't only the most perfect daughter she could have asked for, she was a downright cock hungry slut. No sooner than the man sat on the living room sofa, Rainbow was there on top of him, her legs keeping him in place as her nibble fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants.

 

After hours of work, his dick was rigid, and the man wished for nothing more than to have a lovely night with his wife, but his daughter had other plans.

 

"So~ dad." She said, cradling his sack in her hand, looking at him from behind her shoulder. Her large eyes practically demanded to be fucked, so she could begin the 'negotiation'. "About that car..."

 

"Dash " The man groaned, feeling the folds of Rainbow's pussy. It was immensely warm and moist to the touch. Despite his monumental effort, his hand traveled to that glorious ass. She was just like her mother. "We've talked about that. I-I don't think you're ready for-"

 

Dash's whole body dropped lower with one hand pressed flat against the man's broad chest. His cock wedged inside his daughter.

 

"Please, dad. I promise I'll take good care of it." Dash said, innocently. While she kept her poker face, she was enjoying this little game as much as her father. Her pussy begged to drop to the hilt and let this monster cock fill her up with cum. She wasn't Twilight with her obsession with her family dicks (though, to be fair, those were really great dicks), and she rarely had a taste of Bow's rod, but this for the future of her car. Some sacrafice had to be made. "I'll wash it and check the oil levels every day."

 

Hothoof took a deep breath. It was hard to deny her, especially when she was wrapped around his rock-hard, sensitive cock. Still, he resisted.

 

"It's more than that, Dash. Owning a car is big responsibility."

 

"I know, dad. I'm sure we can come up with something." Her husky, fuck-me drilled into the man's head, making him whimper. "Luckily, mum has a night out with her friends. We have the whole night to 'negotiate'.

 

Bow Hothoof swallowed thickly. She was so much like her mother.

 

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"Way more washed cars than I can count." Dash half-lied. She did wash cars to raise money to buy her second favorite baby. Her parents helped her, but she promised to give them back the money. Once Sunset tells her about good stripper places. Dash knew Sunset where they were.

 

"Ah, gotch ya." Fruit acknowledged not suspecting a thing because who would suspect something like that. "Is that how you also paid for...?" She waved her hand over the invisible orbs on her chest. There was a huge gap between them.

 

"They sure as hell helped but no." She revealed and used her forearms to mash her prominent tits together toward her face showcasing their softness. "What you see is 100% natural and 100 and 20% awesome."

 

The Hitchhiker nibbled her bottom lip as her pussy twitched. Her mind had a hard time comprehending what she'd just heard. She wanted to question it, to tell her that was improbable, but instead, she asked.

 

"Do you have more water?"

 

She was too thirsty to argue.

 

"I'm not saying it's a bad movie, it's just that "Swamp Monster" lacks the classical charm of the original trilogy."

 

"Bullshit."

 

"Bullshit, my ass." Fruit threw the curse right back into her driver's face. "Daring do is an adventuring archeologist whose convoys lead her to encounter the paranormal. But she's not a MONSTER HUNTER. Why would she decide to hunt a swamp monster? It's completely out of character." Pack stated, crossing her arms under her chest, chaffing her rigid nipples, in the process. They'd stayed hard since she had entered the car, getting worse and more sensitive over time. And some time ago, she would have hissed from the mix of pain and pleasure, but she was too bitter over her not-friend not having a taste in movies.

 

They've been arguing for over half an hour, exchanging a bottle of water as they talked.

 

Besides her haughty personality and risky choice of clothes (which was growing on the Wandering girl), Fruit Pack quickly started to like Rainbow. She had a strength in her easy-going personality. It wasn't just some kind of charisma. It was hungry, needy, pulling her towards the busty girl wanting to swallow her whole. It was less evil than it sounded. It was just hard NOT to like her.

 

And it turns out that, just like her, she was a big fan of A. K. Yearling. As they conversed over the deep lore of the brave archeologist adventurer, Fruit could feel the bond of friendship growing strong and hard, lasting for an eternity.

 

Then she mentioned the "Swamp Monster" movie. Screw friendship. That movie sucked hard. And everyone who liked it sucked too.

 

"Daring Do-" Dash wanted to argue but was cut short by the stern voice.

 

"Eyes on the road, please."

 

The prism girl shot her an unimpressed look but did as instructed, looking back at the road.

 

"DARING DO!!" She continued." Is an awesome hero with a taste for danger, first. If there was a monster that asks for butt-kicking, she would shove her Heel-boot up their ass!" She took a sip of water and then gave it back to Fruit.

 

"I have no doubts she fights monsters- it's her drive to catch one I have a problem with!!" Parched by her animated performance, she drank from the bottle, not even bothering with wiping the top.

 

It was unhygienic, but Dash's lipstick was too addictive. She will have to ask where she bought it. She thought as the sudden strain of her panties made them dig into her flesh. Not enough to be bothering, but there was a noticable strain in the fabric.

 

"She didn't go there to catch one. She went there to save her friend who got lost, after the plane crash."

 

"That I get, but why did she try to catch it when she and her friend were already safe and could just leave? It's out of character." She said, irritated by Dash's constant arguing. How couldn't she see how awful that movie was. A run-of-the-mill cash grab, staining Daring'd legacy.

 

"You just don't know what's good because you spend most of your time outside of the city." Rainbow accused in anger. "Your tastes rotted away out there without proper stimulation."

 

"Ok, that's just not true. I'll have you know that I've met a lot of very interesting people, and I had very interesting conversation with them." Fruit defended, her breathing speeding up. For some reason, she was having trouble taking deep breaths. At first, she thought it was just her anger, but it was getting worse than that. Now she suspected it had something to do with her bra digging into her chest. Which was weird because she wore a loose one preventing over sweating in her private areas. It was disturbing. But Dash's words irked her more.

 

"Did you fuck any of them?" Dash asked plainly, ignoring Fruit's anger. Any argument she had cooked up disappeared to make a room, for the most important matter. "Found any Giant dicks?" She asked excitedly.

 

Fruit could see her brain from how hard her eyes rolled. Every now and then, they would change the subject for more PGggg rating conversation topics. It started when Dash told her about tissues in the glove compartment. She found them. At the very bottom. Buried under the myriad of knick-knacks and various sex toys. Of course, Dash acted like it was nothing, even telling her she can use them like was playing a good host.

 

She had met some people that shame was a word from a long-lost dead language, but Rainbow beat them all in the first round. It was impressive. Weird but impressive.

 

And as if that wasn't enough, Dash was more a fan of the Mature version of Daring's adventures. She also read them. She wasn't some sheltered, innocent princess. Yearling could write fuck scenes almost as good as she wrote fighting scenes. They were a joy to read. She'd had sex before and even had a vibrator in her backpack. Using it and reading as Daring Do used her breasts to distract the guards, it was easy to reach a climax.

 

She didn't tell her, of course. She knew Dash shortly, but you didn't have to be a genius to know that Dash would request a presentation.

 

She was a simple-minded girl, and Fruit respected that.

 

"I don't usually swing like that, Dash." The Purple haired girl said, finally touching the subject.

 

"Hey, to each their own. Girls are fun to play with too. Besides, more dicks for me." The Prism girl shrugged nonchalantly while Fruit nodded in thanks. "So found any good carpets to munch."

 

"The thing I was looking for was a cheap place to sleep. I looked for a carpet to sleep on, not a carpet to eat." Dash looked a little disappointed for not having a story to masturbate later. Fruit's gaze raked her from top to bottom. She pressed fingers againt her temples, feeling a growing headache. If there was one thing Fruit hated to see, it was sad people. The World was too beautiful to be sad. " Bu~ut there have a story about one cute hotel boy." She said slowly, knowing she'll regret her decision.

 

"Uhh, tell me. Tell me. Tell me. You have to. I saved you from turning into bacon." Dash argued, excitedly hopping in her seat like a child excited to visit his favorite amusement park.

 

"Ok, ok." Fruit chuckled. Well, she did that to herself. "So I was walked on the streets of Manehattan. Checking the local sightseeing spots and looking for a cheap shelter to stay for a night, with a map in my face, so it was, at least partially my fault. So I kept walking, not really focusing on where I was going, when suddenly, out of nowhere something heavy hits me from the back. I hit the ground, scraping my knees and losing my map."

 

"Ouch."

 

"Yeah, hurt like hell." Fruit agreed, rubbing her elbows. They healed a long time ago, but she still remembered the burning. "Anyway, I roll onto my back, ready to blow the eardrums of the idiot that attacked me. But after I turned around, I see this guy in your standard, ugly hotel uniform, sputtering apologies and questions if I needed an ambulance. Turns out she had long control over the luggage cart."

 

"Ouch. Good you only crapped your knees." Dash sympathized, remembering the many times she had scrapped hers. "But the guy sounds like nice. He knew messed up, right?"

 

"Ohh, he was the nicest. Really great guy. So polite. I think his name was... Wood In. No no it was Welcome Inn. He had those cute freckles." Fruit giggled, memories of the encounter flooding her mind. "I said 'everything's fine' then he asks 'Are you sure, ma'm'. Me ma'm. Huh! And then he asks me if he can help somehow. I tell him that if he doesn't know any good place to stay for a night. And check this one, he has that weird conflicted look on his face before telling me he can get me a good place."

 

"What, he brought you to his place?" Dash inquired. "Classic." She noted, having done the same times before. Let them know, that she was interested.

 

"Better. He brought me to the hotel he works in."

 

Dash looked at her from the wheel, ignoring all the safety measures.

 

"You kidding!" She chuckled, only for Fruit to shake her head.

 

"Nope. He really did. The guy sneaked me to one of the hotel rooms. One that was reserved for a guest whose flight went behind the schedule. Even brought me food and washed my clothes. Best customer service I have ever had."

 

"He wanted to see naked ghat badly, huh?" Dash quipped, only for Fruit to slap her arm. She felt corded muscles.

 

"Oi, stop it. Not everything is about sex."

 

"But you did fuck him?" Dash pressed further, ignoring the ridiculous statement.

 

"..."

 

"Did you?"

 

Fruit tugged at her shirt in iddle distress from her face. Her face wrinkled with concentration. She... wasn't really sure any more. She remembered him guiding her then there was food, they talked and then...

 

"Well..."

 

"You totally did!"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Well, what are you waiting for. Tell me the details."

 

"Ohhh. Ok." Fruit said uncertainty. Wy was it so hard to remember? She drank anything that day. Her memories were foggy but as she started to talk, her memories solidified.

 

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"You don't have to do it." Inn said. From below his belt, he was naked, his hotel unforms sprawled on the floor, only with the button-up shirt remaining. He was sitting on the bed of the hotel room, his legs spread, his cock sticking straight from his lap.

 

From the slight stutter of his voice and layer of sweat, Fruit could tell he was nervous. But not as much her. She was kneeling in front of him, on the carpet, thick and soft enough to do for bedding. It felt like a balm for her bandaged knees. Her face mere inches away from the rock-hard dick of the hotel boy.

 

"I-I know." The gulp of the worried purple-haired girl followed Fruit's voice, though it could be read just as easily as an excitement.

 

She took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the salty musk through the stifling scent coming off the innumerable jasmine and lavender flowers. A shudder ran through her until it reached her crotch. If her mind wasn't focused solely on the rod before her, she might have buried her fingers between her swollen lower lips.

 

She didn't have to, but she wanted to, if just show her thanks towards the guy.

 

As her hands found their way to the flesh shaft, they began massaging the dick, making her lover groan. Fruit wavered, thinking she had made a mistake, but after his sounds turned into moans, she continued with renewed resolve. She gulped as a bead of precum appeared at the tip.

 

Prompted by impulse (and videos from the internet), she moved her head closer and landed a full-blown lick from the base of his balls up to the tip. Cum met her pink muscles, a salty flavor assaulted her taste buds. Instinctively, Fruit's tongue cicled around the red tip, until the whole shaft was wet with her saliva. Then she brought all the gathered semen back to her mouth. It had a peculiar taste, that Fruit did not recognize. Not bad though.

 

However, instead of going further, the inexperienced girl looked up at her Bellhop. Their eyes met.

 

"How is it?" She asked timidly and bit on her bottom lip.

 

"Amazing." She responded, breathing heavily.

 

Encouraged by the statement, Fruit put on her determined face and laid a single kiss on the top of the cock, a line of cum and her saliva keeping them connected.

 

Fruit parted her heavy lips. Her mouth greedily wrapped around the head, steadily pushing down into the man's lap, ignoring the strain of her throat.

 

Welcome Inn whimpered, feeling the throat muscles working around his shaft, but Fruit did not stop there. Her mind grew heavy, and guided by the primal instinc, she shot her tongue towards the base of the man's heavy sack. She didn't have much experience, but she compensated it with raw talent.

 

Not a second later, Fruit's throat was assaulted by a stream of pure white load. Her gags reflex acted and she pulled her head and let out an ugly cough, strings of cum hanging from her mouth.

 

They both breathed heavily, both covered with sweat and cum. They met their eyes, againt. The white-painted girl, shoot her tongue out gathering as much of the load as she could as if she wanted to express her gratitude for a treat.

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Silence filled the space of the Hummer car, broken only by the soft purr of the engine. After waiting for more information the Leg-a-licious Rainbow slut spoke.

 

"And? That's it?"

 

"What do you mean that's it. We slept together, right." The girl said incredulously, grounding her supple, moistened thighs together. Her snatch was a molten volcano ready to burst at any moment. She hadn't even noticed how hot the story had made her until she finished it. "I blew the guy off. It was a very tender moment for both of us."

 

Dash gagged at the word. "Bo~ring."

 

"Unbelievable. I'm telling my escapade, and you make fun of it." Fruit threw her arms up, a headache forming from the swirling stress and frustration. "You probably don't think it counts until having two dicks in your pussy at the same time, you nympho?"

 

"I did that last night," Dash said casually. "And not just pussy. My ass, mouth, and hands too." If Fruit wasn't sitting, she would have backpedaled. "I'm a crazy-ass slut that loves a good dicking. I don't want any of that vanilla crap. I want a rocky road. A dick will split me in half and leave me as a mess in the morning. At least the guy had a big load in him, but I wouldn't stop at one shot."

 

"Ye-yeah well. I-I could do that too!" Fruit couldn't hide the bitterness in her voice, but if her driver caught it, she didn't call it out. Rainbow said nothing, letting the silence in the air and a cocky look on her face do the talking for her.

 

She was just adorable.

 

"I am... I just... can't find the right guy." Dash snorted. "Not in a lovely-dovey way. I mean a guy with a massive dick." Fruit said, the gears in her mind squealing as they worked. If she was calmer, she might stop herself from speaking but as a teen, her growing anger got better of her. "Yeah, that's it. It's not that I don't like guys. I just have high standards. I need a huge dick, wide and long as my arm so I can feel something. I travel so I can find a dick like that. I sucked Inn because he was nice, that it."

 

Fruit pressed a finger to her lips. Ohh, sweet cheese and crackers. Why did she say that? The more she tried to rationalize her outburst, the deeper weird thought sank their teet into her skull. Things slipped into her memories until her history was altered. Slightly at first but slowly speeding up. She liked breasts, that's for sure. But... she did like her pack dildo. In every town, she visited she made a point to visit a local sex shop and see if she can find a bigger one. Some nights could be lonely during her trips...

 

As Fruit pondered over the possibility, Dash pondered over what the girl said.

 

"Alright, that makes sense." She agreed, passing the bottle. "I get it. I still that every dick has a place in the world - the place being inside me - but I see why you would only like the massive ones. Heh, I must introduce you my friends brother."

 

Fruit nodded, pressing the tip of the bottle against her swollen lips.

 

"That's why I think Chestnut Magnifico is a terrible choice for the role of the next Daring Do movie." Dash shared her opinion with the girl in the passenger seat. "She lacks that makes her stand out from other action heroes." She added, bringing her arms together in a way that only served to squish her impossibly huge tits ever further. "Bet she won't changer her make-up for the role, egoistic bitch, am I right?"

 

"Yeah, yeah. That's great." Fruit squirmed in her seat, doing her best to hide her discomfort. And it was getting harder and harder with every minute. The Violet-haired girl shifted in her seat and hissed in pain. She was having trouble breathing since she had entered the vehicle. At first she thought it just her overheated mind making shit up. But now she wasn't sure. Or her breasts had gained in size in the last hour, or her bra had shrunk. She had discarded the former for obvious reasons. Must be the salt from her sweat or something.

 

Trying not to move too much, she took a tiny sip from the last bottle and squealed. Fuck those stupid nipples. Why did she have to be so sensitive?

 

Rainbow Dash lifted a brow as she glanced over, gazing up and down the smaller girl’s figure.

 

"You know, "She began. "You can take off your clothes. I wouldn't mind." Dash pointed out. The tone of her voice made it clear she wasn't flirting. Despite the other girl's effort, Dash noticed her discomfort almost immediately. And even knew the reason for said discomfort. Fruit's cleavage doubling its size was a clear sign, and it didn't look like it was going to stop soon. Her shirt slowly rolled up her firm stomach teaching her cute belly button.

 

While the Horny Athlete would love nothing more than hear those pesky chest chokers die in shreds, the Bimbo-to-be looked miserable enough for Dash's empathy gland to work through her horny.

 

"Nah, I'm good. I'm good. Don't worry about me."

 

Rainbow rolled her eyes. Seriously, what's even the point of being so stubborn. What does it bring? She thought, the irony completely lost on her.

 

Without a sign or word of warning, the Impatient girl moved her hand from the steering wheel and harshly pressed her finger into the girl's breast. Completely unprepared for the assault, Fruit let out half-shout, half-moan. Every nerve in her body went into overdrive. Her back arched, making the finger dig even deeper while her toes curled inside her shoes.

 

As her mind calmed, she was covered in the same amount of sweat as at the time she spent outside. The pain in her tit remained, and she might have come a little.

 

She glared murderously at the Busty Sadist.

 

Dash was not impressed.

 

"For real, girl. Take. Those. Off." She punctuated slowly for emphasis. "There's no point in tormenting yourself like this. And don't give me that crap about being shy. I already have a shy girl in my life. We are both girls. There's nothing you have that would surprise me."

 

Fruit mulled over what the Bigger Girl said. It was true, they WERE both girls, even if one more than the other. Besides, it's not like the prospect of stripping down next to the pretty girl was new to her. Communal showers and all.

 

"You've already seen mine. Let me see yours." Dash pointed out, slapping her massive mammary, making it jaffle with unnatural softness. Fruit had a hard time to come with an argument against that. It was only fair, after all. "Take off your bra, your pants, and your shoes. You'll feel thousands of times better."

 

Well, that she had an argument against...

 

"My feet might... stink." She said, putting a random stray of hair behind her ear, her face tinting red.

 

Dash had to admit that she found her adorable, like this.

 

"That's what you are worried about?" Rainbow chuckled at the mundane reason to keep clothes on. "Ohh, please. I'm the school Athlete, the Captain of like every Team. You think those don't get sweaty?" Dash pointed at her breasts. With her talon-like fingers, she grabbed her right one by the thick nipple and dark areolae, lifting it until Fruit could see more of her abdomen. Damn, she had sculptured abs! "It gets really hot under my girls. I fear no stench." She proclaimed, letting go of her girl. More bouncing hypnotized the smaller girl.

 

Welp, she was convinced.

 

Fruit made her decision. She handed Dash their last bottle and the second she got to work. Her hands slowly slipped behind her and under her shirt. Despite not bothering her like her underwear, it clung closely to her body. An audible sound of fabric straining could be heard. Her brassiere protested as nibble finger with sharp nails reached the Hook and Eye part. With a flick of her pointing finger, the constraining garment shot forward, only being stopped by her snug top.

 

Shivering in delight, Fruit breathed out freely. Sweet cheese and crackers. Why did she even bother with this awful thing? This was freedom! Much comfier.

 

Grabbing the side of her undergarment, Fruit yanked the bra and pulled it down her stomach. Without an ounce of doubt, she tosses it behind her seat. Unbeknown to her, the piece of fabric glowed for a second, only dissipating into nothing. That was OK. She didn't plan to get it back.

 

Next were her boots. How long did she have those? Felt like an eternity. Many people had pointed out including, her parents, that while they were sturdy, it was painfully impractical to wear heels for long travels. A hitchhiker's shoes were their life along with a good backpack, so she understood where they were coming from. But C'mon, they were cute, sturdy and the heels weren't long. And they had grapes and strawberry marks on them. They were destined for each other.

 

She briskly undid the strings around her feet, and pushed them off her feet, and threw them under the dashboard. She curled her toes with a dopey look on her face. Sweet Stars, that's the good stuff. They didn't even stink. Awesome!

 

"Mind if I lay down." Fruit asked, her voice barely an audible whisper. "I'm gonna need to for the next part."

 

"Go nuts girl." Dash encouraged.

 

Fruit nodded her appreciation and reached to her side for the leverage. The backrest plummed back, and the girl followed. Her fingers dipped under the waistband of her pants. Just like her shoes, those pants had faithfully served under her for years, be it Heat, Rain Wind. But she had been considering making them shorter. Maybe she could finally get a tan, one just like Rainbow Dash's. Sorry pants, we are downsizing.

 

She pushed her slacks, showing the frills of underwear. A precaution. You never knew when you would meet a cute girl to share a sleeping bag. Or with a guy with a massive bulge. Fruit licked her lips at the thought. She was getting close. She just knew it.

 

She threw her pants to the ground. A whistle reached her ears, making her smile impishly.

 

"Enjoying the show?" The emboldened girl asked, lifting her knees and spreading her legs apart. Her hands made their ways unseen to Dash, stroking her inner thighs and over her thong-clad pussy. She shuddered Feeling a cold breeze wrapping under her shirt and on the wet, hot spot.

 

She left her shirt on. The neckline combined with the tightness of her shirt, left a little to the imagination and her nipples were erect, they nearly burst through the top.

 

"You know it." Dash admitted, with a half-lidded eye. Damn tease. You're playing with fire. But please, continue. Every second was making her hornier and more dangerous. "How about I show you how much once I Gas Stop?"

 

"Sounds good to me." Fruit's voice dripped with lust. This was a big part of why she traveled, after all.

 

Dash snorted triumphantly.

 

"Ok. Swamp Monster, Marapore, Eternal Flower, City of Clouds. From best to worst. Go." Dash said excitedly, turning from the Horny Slut to an Excited child in the split of a second.

 

Fruit didn't judge. She was no better.

 

"Flower, City of Clouds, Marapore, Swamp Monster." She said confidently. Like there was any other way. "Why didn't you list 'Crystal Empire'? I could score it higher than 'Swamp-"

 

A loud crunching noise assaulted her ears, followed by something splashing against her half-naked body. The purple-haired girl cringed. The gears in her brain stopped only double their initial speed. What the Hell?! She wiped her face and looked at her compatriot.

 

Dash was fuming angrily. Her expression had shifted from promising to promising to murder you.

 

"I have to buy new water." Dash growled through her teeth. She was quizzing said plastic bottle so hard her knuckles turned white. Water dripped from between the holes.

 

Fruit gulped. Here was her Wet T-shirt Contest. Less fun she had hoped for.

 

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The following hour was spent in silence. Neither of the dick-loving girls had spoken much, after the seemingly innocent but, in truth blasphemous 'question'. Fruit wriggled in her seat, the tingling between her legs and chest, kept in check by the angry energy Dash radiated. Little did the traveling girl know, she had the honor of watching the Athlete in the rare moment when sex was not occupying her brain.

 

Instead, they idly watched the passing dried landscapes around them. The shacks, the fields, and mountains in the distance, until they reached the gas station that seemed to be somewhere between still-open and abandoned for decades. Including a rusty hillbilly Owner sitting in a rocking chair with a dog at his feet. The Hummer pulled over to the gravel parking space. The engine thundered, the car thrummed under Rainbow, and her arms trembled on the steering wheel until she twisted the ignition key, silencing her baby down.

 

Both the man and his dog moved inside once noticing they'll be staying and maybe even buying something. When the guys hear about it.

 

Rainbow took a breath and, without a word, she opened her car door. "I'll be right back." She said, her voice colder than ice, before slamming the door shut.

 

Fruit Pack closed her eyes, slouching deeper into her seat. This was the coziest seat EVER. How many guys Dash had sucked off to pay for it, she had no idea, but it was worth every penny. She was a nice gal, she would be a good friend if she didn't overreact like that. The atmosphere cleared in seconds after her companion left. Instead, it was replaced by the infallible smell of sex. Now that she was gone could finally get to work. She really ruined the mood.

 

Fruit's hand crept down between her legs, but instead of sinking into her hungry snatch, she grabbed the strings of her thongs and violently yanked them upwards. The material sunk into the folds of her pussy, prompting a wave of her fem-cum.

 

Fruit let out a needy, whorish moan, arching her back. Ohh, stars... she needed that so badly. She deserved a price for holding back for so long. Her other hand snaked under her tight wet shirt, reaching for a hard nipple and giving a sharp pinch, electric jolts shooting into her brain.

 

Images of eating some cute hotties out or being mounted by horse-sized studs plagued her mind to the point she hummped the air. By the stars, she needed something to fill her up, or she would go crazy! Yes, she had a habit of rubbing a few out whenever there was no one to help her, but this time was different. She didn't know if it was because of the heat or because of the muscle Goddess sharing a space with her (or both, both is good).

 

In simple words - Her pussy was ON FIRE!! She yanked her panties further, parting her swollen lips, but instead of another wave of lewd bliss, she only felt annoyance and emptiness. Despite the horny haze, she pouted with annoyance. What was she thinking? She knew better than that. This measly fabric would never satisfy her hungry snatch. It could prepare her for the tools she had for that.

 

Not worrying about the easier ways to remove her thongs, she gave her underwear one last, good yank before the waistband finally gave up and broke. The fabric shimmered into nothingness. If the girl was in the right state of mind, she might have questioned it, but she had more important matters on her head.

 

With a struggle and a moan, Fruit twisted her whole body, and she reached for her ever-faithful companion. She focused on unzipping her backpack, showing her clothes, fruits, and other belongings. And there at the side was her dream prize. A bit of saliva almost spilled over her lip.

 

"Hello, lover. I'm so sorry for making you wait." She said as if to a living creature. A weird habit, but in the middle of nowhere, there was no one to talk with. A girl had to do with what she had. Who would judge her anyway? Besides, it was hotter that way.

 

With a desire bordering on obsession in her eyes, the Bimbo-to-be pulled the beast out. Ohh, yeah, Dash really needs to try this one. Bet she never had anything this one. The light-blue dildo was thicker than her wrist and easily as long as her forearm with an extra wide tip. Fruit licked her lips, her eyes raking the mammoth toy which weightily rested in her hand. She even signed it with her name, phone number and a promise of a "substantial" reward. Good toys are hard to find.

 

Unfortunately, she didn't have any lube, having finished it yesterday night. Oh well, not the first, not the last time. She ran her tongue over the shaft, kissing and sucking every inch of her -currently- favorite lover, she coated its surface with her saliva, tracing her tongue around the sculptured shaft, she slowly bobbed and twisted her head. With her passion radiating like a mid-day sun, she didn't even realize how far it went until it hit the back of her throat.

 

How many times had she done this? Too many, in her opinion. While she was happy to have the beast of a toy, her pussy longed for a truly monstrous REAL dick. The heat, the heavy musk, the pulsing veins. Was there really no dick good enough for her!? Even after her happy time with Inn, she had stuffed her pussy with this fella.

 

While she enjoyed her night with the Bellboy, she was left unsatisfied. With a leaking cunt and a measly amount of cum dripping from her cunt. She loved his effort but... he was simply inferior compared to her fake lover. Once he was soundly asleep - he looked so adorable - she had used her toy to finish! She really was a slut... As a form of apology, she sucked Inn dry in the morning.

 

Welcome gave it all he could, so she could have a good time, and she loved him for that. She was planning to visit him someday. He did have one thing the toy lacked - passion.

 

But enough with memories! Mama needed good rutting!

 

Splaying her legs, Fruit pressed the tip of the monstrous rod against her entrance, idly massaging her snatch. Too impatient for any more foreplay, she slammed it down, without a hesitation. Her lips parted, and her pussy was spread wider and wider. For a lesser girl, it might have stopped in the middle but, Fruit was anything but that. The pressure was incredible, causing the long piece of fake cock to be brought even deeper until it reached past her cervix. Every nerve in her body jolted. Her heart thundered, in her chest. This what paradise must feels like.

 

And yet, as it always does, the initial feeling of pleasure starts to fade almost as quickly as it appeared. The suddenness had been a touch shocking, and sure had its effect, but her body quickly accommodated to the size. This one lasted longer than anyone before, but it was useless now. Time to send it home. Or give it to Dash? She might still make a use of it. Make some good from the situation. For another few minutes, Fruit spent trying to reach a mirthless orgasm. She rubbed her clit, and flicked her nipples until she came. Just like that.

 

How boring.

 

"Sorry pal." She whispered more to herself than to her fake lover. "I don't think I feel the same way, as I used to. It's not you, it's me." Fruit chuckled drily. She wanted to laugh, but she was not in the mood. Guess, it was time to visit another town, another shop, for another dildo. Fruit half-groaned, half moaned. The same song with every toy, sooner or later. Find, enjoy, get used to, find again, and repeat. This was her life. To forever be unsatisfied. With her standards, there was no guy big eough. At least with girls, she could play with their tits.

 

Maybe she could write a book about it. A young girl traveling through the world in search of that one special Cock, that would finally fill her up until her stomach bulged. Riding him util she couldn't walk anymore. Finally, scratching that itch once and for all. That would definitely sell as trashy porn. She would call it... uhhh, Deep Search... hmm?

 

However, before she could even consider the deeper ramifications of writing the new Bestsellers of Porn Literature, the door on her side opened. Showing in all her muscle glory was Rainbow Dash with a pack of ice, a six-pack of cold water on her shoulder, and streams of cum running from her mouth and down between her spectacular breasts. She was giving a much friendlier aura than before. Lucky.

 

"Sorry, It took so long." She said, putting the water down, and licking her finger. Her whole hand was covered in the stuff. Whoever the guy was, he must have the bluest balls. "Had to check if the guy's heart was still beating. Good news, we have free... stuff.."

 

It took some time for the Rainbow girl to notice the state her new friend was in. However, for her what she saw was a half-naked girl having a really great time with a respectable-sized dildo. Not the biggest one she had seen, but it was big enough to make her respect the girl again. Any girl that can take in a dick that size was good in her book.

 

"Couldn't wait, huh?" She asked with a smirk.

 

Faster than Fruit could formulate an answer, Rainbow climbed onto the smaller girl. Her monstrous tits squashed against Ruby's, pushing and pinning her to the seat. She girl could feel the drumming of her heart. Their nipples were diamond-hard nubs, Rainbows pierced against Fruit's harder and more sensitive. Momentarily, she lost her breath, at the touch of the other girl, yet compsed herself quickly. In an act of defiance, Fruit pushed her own girls trying to off the assault. The result might be foregone, but the stubborn girl would allow to be defeated up without a fight!

 

She kept pushing as the Rainbow Girl sneaked her hand between her prey's thighs seeking her hungry snatch. Her car was an absolute mess, but there was just enough room for Dash to have some fun with whatever lucky girl. Easily finding the prize, she grabbed the base of the dildo and began pivoting it in and out. She expected a moan, maybe a quick orgasm, but to her surprise, she received nothing.

 

Once a curse, now it worked in Fruit's favor. In response, the Pinned Girl slipped her into the jungle of prism hair, taking a steady hold and bringing her down, mushing their lips together. The taste of rainbow lipstick and cum attacked her taste buds. Fruit groaned in pleasure. One thing no dildo could give her, was the delicious white gold.

 

Following the blow, Fruit slid her wild tongue into her mouth. Dash had the edge in the breast department, but Fruit had her at the tongue wrestling, a number of girls had turned into mush by tongue play alone. She really did know how to use her mouth. The sweeps of her tongue and the deep presses down into her throat. They both fought for domination. The fight went into a momentary draw. However, Fruit's efforts were paying off, even she wasn't aware of that.

 

Unbeknown to her, the decision to kiss her opponent was the best choice she could have taken as Dash's lips were the canal through which the Prism girl could influence the world around her. Just like it had been happening in the past hours, the magic seeped into the Wandering Girl, turning the tide of the battle to her advantage.

 

The first change was least noticeable - her tongue.* The wet muscle grew in length and strength. She made use of it, so many hotties screamed her name at the top of their lungs, with just it alone. Their juices were sweeter than any fruit that could be grown in the World. And when she got to their breasts, she made them feel things they didn't even know they could feel. Her tongue was dangerous! A thief, opening girls into pleasures only a girl could bring and steal them from boys. Sorry boys, not sorry.

 

While her mouth was busy, her man/girl-chatchers grew with every franctic breath, trying to push off the Showboating girl's chest. While respectable size on their own, they were nowhere near Rainbow's perfect chest. Which irked her immensely. She liked her chest, she loved how they bounce, how they hung whenever she tried to catch a ride, but... how was she supposed to give a breast job to her special Dick, once she finds it? As if the magic took pity on her, her breasts gained another size.

 

Worries for later. For now, she'll settle with the ones in front of her! She wrapped one hand around Dash's middle, while the other was allowed to sink into her mammary. How someone so fit could be so fat at the same time? Lucky bitch.

 

Finally making use of them, her hands, gained an extra layer of fat and muscle helping her to keep her opponent in place. With an apparent set of biceps, she could throw a nice punch if it came to a fist fight. Her core and muscle legs, on the other hand, strengthened exponentially by years of travel with a heavy pack as well as by the otherworldly energy. Her legs were her pride and joy. She could walk for hours or jog, swift as wind. Fruit, though, had a soft spot when it came to abs, and now she could show off a six-pack on her own.

 

Meanwhile, while the rest of her body became harder, her tush went in the opposite direction. Her buttcheeks bulged and rounded, becoming the perfect set of pillows, for her to sit. Their primal task was to sway out any potential girl interested in little fun, but they also worked perfectly as an anchor to drag down the Strong Girl on top of her down.

 

Most surprisingly, despite being away from her, the Girl's Backpack also began to change. The backseat was basked in a soft pink glow as the fabric shifted and stretched, in an attempt to contain the extra load of water bottles, fruits, and sex toys. Every one of them was a memento from every city she had visited. She intended to mail them back to her parents back home, to ease her journey, or occasionally present one to the cute girl. Let them have something to remember her.

 

The biggest change, though, came between Fruit's legs. Her dildo which had not so long ago, could only dream of fulfilling its purpose, gave the same glow as the backpack. Being caught in the same Bimbo Magic infusion, the already huge toy grew thicker, spreading the hungry snatch wider and wider. If the object could feel, it would be happy that it had a chance to serve her master accordingly. Fruit felt her pussy being filled up and moaned into the other girl's mouth. She didn't know what was happening, but she couldn't care less, leaving her yelping and twitching and her pussy practically dripping with excitment. As long her pussy was ravaged, she was in heaven.

 

But Fruit was not the only girl that would be pleasantly surprised. Besides growing in thickness, the general length of the dildo grew consequently long. It prolonged with every second, the blunt tip in Dash's grip, transformed into a sculptured dick. The smooth surface was replaced with thick veins, now looking like a real-like penis. The Athlete loosened her grip, just in time for it to press against her pussy lips. Rainbow yelped, surprised by the assault but soon melted, feeling the all too familiar sensation.

 

The plain, old dildo had changed into a double edge sword, along with its owner's memories. It was about last year. The story was older than her voyages. She was in Vanhoover looking for a place to stay for a night. The Sun was setting, and the cold was setting in. She rubbed her arms to generate more warmth. She had much better resistance to cold than a regular human, but the City was testing how much she could take. That's when she noticed the most round ass, fitted into the tightest of Khakis, and she felt a sudden wave of tingling heat. Babe Alert rung in her head at the sight of a cute girl on the other side of the road.

 

Fruit, never shy to speak to a stranger, simply had to get to know the owner of the sweet ass. And what do you know, the Girl's name was Happy Khaki. If there was ever a more apt name. Not that Fruit had room to talk. They chatted for a while and hit it off. Khaki commented on her thin clothes and even asked if she wanted to share a room for the night. Sweet girl, to save money, she said. The same saved the money she had spent the same day on the double-sided dildo. She had to admit, she was afraid the sheer size of it would scare the girl off.

 

Fruit had a way to make others agree to her whims. While she would never use her powers for evil, there was nothing evil about having a good time. But, not wishing to overwhelm her new friend, she had decided to use a smaller one. Still big, mind you. Khaki took it like a champ, even though she couldn't move the next day. Atta girl, so proud of you.

 

Rainbow pulled back, waking Fruit from her reveries. Their lips reminded connected by the string of saliva mixed with some guy's cum. The string broke, drops of the mix fell below, But Fruit openly tried to prevent it - quickly showing her hand underneath so she could catch every drop, far too precious to go to waste.. She rarely had a change to taste the thick, white spunk. And it was delicious!

 

For a few long moments the car was quiet, save for the noise of the girls breathing. Heat rose between them and the mobile felt far warmer than it did when their meeting began, prompting Dash to pull at Fruit's shirt and yank it smoothly up and over her head. Soon Fruit's hands were massaging at her own breasts, teasing pierced nipples.

 

Rainbow Dash grinned, and let her tongue sweep across her lips casually. "What's your endurance."

 

"Better than yours." Was the response of the Defiant Traveler, her cheeks wearing a massive blush.

 

Dash smilled, her pussy leaking at the challege.

 

"Prove it." Dash grinned.

 

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"Sorry again for ruining your seat, Rainbow." Fruit Pack said as she get out of the car, her hand holding a tissue, wiping the mess between her legs. Once her legs were dry enough, she dragged her short shorts over her juicy ass. They were so tiny, that it looked like her ass was trying to eat them. She had to struggle to stand up. She was exhausted, her legs were wobbly, and her clothes were somewhat in a state of disarray. "Hope your dad won't be mad."

 

As with many citizens of the City, Fruit's appearance had changed the local customs of beauty. The young Traveler had a bit of a funny build: she was almost all leg, with a bit of a slim but hard torso, busty breasts, and a wash-iron tummy; however, she was also rocking long, strong legs and a pair of womanly hips. And a butt that would not quit. This was an ass that causes car accidents on daily basis.

 

In contrast to her previous more practical choice of attire, she was now sporting a much more revealing one. It exposed Fruit’s lower midriff, hips, poorly covered ass cheeks and crack, and fully revealed thighs to put oneself between.

 

In her mind, it was very practical. Designed to fish out a girl willing for some fun. There was a kind of irony in her assemble, as despite almost wearing almost nothing she still sported a set of tan lines. They were much more visible when she was actually wearing nothing. She had to admit, though, they did look yummy.

 

After cleaning herself up, she put on a shirt barely long enough to be called such. It was more of a glorified bra - which she didn't wear, a waste of space and money. Dash had the right idea, she should have ditched it, at some point. Despite the fact, her nipples had been properly worshipped in the past few hours, their stiffness was still visible against the shirt. And just by looking at them, one could tell they were diamond-hard. One day they gonna cut through the fabric. The metal nubs in the same nipples were the only saving grace, for her top.

 

"Ehh, don't worry about it." Dash said, swinging her leg out of the car to rise to her full height, and arching her back in a heartfelt stretch that would probably end up in a chatroom if anyone filmed it. She walked from behind the Hummer, her massive breast bouncing with the notion. She was as dirty as Fruit, but unlike her, she didn't seem to mind. It was her house after all. "Happens all the time. It's easy to clean, you hungry slut. Besides, I'm always eager to get 'disciplined' by my old Men." She winked and smacked her ass, clearly indicating what she had in mind.

 

The Sun was almost gone, letting the Full Moon take over the shift. The chill the night brought, left them both refreshed and shuddering after a steamy session in the car. Goosebumps riddled their slender bodies. The things between them had gotten steamy to the point, that the inside of the car resembled a sauna. This is what happens when you don't turn the air conditioning on. The trip to the city took much longer than it was necessary, as they kept taking breaks. Neither of the girls could get enough of the other. Fruit rarely met someone who could keep up with her. How had the tables turned?

 

"Ohh, so now we are giving each other nicknames?" Fruit quirked an eyebrow tieing her shoelaces. In spite of the World and Fate changing power of the Bimbo Magic, her shoes reminded mostly unchanged, perhaps because The girl was a traveler at heart, and proper shoewear was an ABC of every Traveler. "Let me try. How about... Motel Whore. Because you're cheap and take everyone in." She quipped rising to her full height and stretching her back.

 

With her new heigh she could look her companions in the eye, now. In general, she took after Dash in lots of ways. Besides, her new muscles and sparsity of fabric, her body was adorned with a shiny chain piercing in the shape of grapes hanging from her navel, while a picture of Strawberry in pink, purple and blue* was tattoed on her shoulder, mirroring Dash's Cloud and Thunder. From the face, they could pass for twins. Both of them wore trashy make-up, with the only difference being the color. While Dash sported the color of her namesake, Fruit went with the hues matching her Tattoo.

 

Rainbow laughed at the so apt comparison. Her mood was sky high. It was a good day, for the Bimbo Athlete. She woke up this day after a long night of masturbating only to wake up, expecting soul-crushing boredom behind the steering wheel. Instead, her luck prevailed and she had found herself a pretty girl and had a fantastic time watching her grow from a simple carpet-muncher into a dick-obsessed size queen.

 

You never know what a day will bring, so go out there and try to make a change.

 

"More like a Free Motel." Dash corrected. Do you think I would charge money for sex? Plea~se, that's an insult to my Pride as a Turbo Slut."

 

Fruit shook her head in shame, her hair waving behind her. Her violet mane hadn't changed much, her ponytail only reached past her shoulder blades. While she loved pulling dash wild waterfall to make her go deeper, washing them as such was too much of a bother. This light was the perfect mix of eye-patching and practicality.

 

"Not everyone can afford it, Dash." Traveling cost money, and a young girl like her was worth a pretty penny. But hey, a girl needs to eat. And the fact she had to accept the inferior cocks was a punishment on its own. She wasn't completely devoid of her pride, if some guy showed enough enthusiasm, or shot enough cum, she gave them a freebie! "Thanks again for letting me stay, Dash. It's just for a few days."

 

After she'll have her fun with gals and a few studs in this town. Maybe even tried the local cuisine and toys. Doubtful she'll find anyone worth her time, but who knew. Dash's dad sounded fun. Would she let her fuck him? Rainbow looked like she wouldn't mind, but she showed she had her limits. And there was also her mother. Some women can be very possessive of their men.

 

With her brightest smile yet, Rainbow hooked her arm around the girl's torso until her hand grabbed the sizeable melon. She made sure to give her a good grope and go straight to her still stiff nipple, which sends a wonderful little shiver down the girl's spine. There’s a gentle yelp out of her, followed by a giggle.

 

"Stay as long as you want. Let me introduce you to my dad. I guarantee that once you try him, you'll throw that handy toy of yours into the garbage." The Athlete said confidently.

 

"Ohh, really?" Fruit mussed, hooking her arm around her companion and returning the grope, sharp nails scratched the golden skin, making Dash shudder. She knew how to work those fingers. She dared to say, even better than her.

 

Fruit being the affectionate 'little' minx, planted a kiss on her new friend's cheek, marking her face. They both were covered in colorful marks and smudges after their many sessions. They needed to shower, together at best.

 

Dash turned her head and doubled the affection by kissing her deeply on the lips. Their tongues wrestled, Rainbow's technique quickly improved from batling the snake-like tongue. Fruit let out a moan as she broke the kiss, while Dash sucked at the wet muscles for a second before letting it free. Ruby's face turned a furious shade of red as she rested her head against her lover, enjoying the warmth of the Athlete.

 

She didn't even have to ask. What a keeper. If there were more people like her, she might consider staying in Cantelot City for much longer.

 

"Yup, yup yup. I mean, that dick helped to shape me into the slut I am today. Without training on him I couldn't handle half the sizes." Boasted, quite convinced in her Dad's ability to make this little cocky bitch scream. But if SOMEHOW (not that Dash doubted her daddy. His dick was enormous and great!) it didn't, then - "But hey. If he won't be enough for you - and he will - there's always Big Mac."

 

"The food?" Well, she was hungry. Except for grapefruit in the morning, she had eaten nothing. And eating a girl out didn't count.

 

"Nah, that's my friend's brother." She laughed at the played-to-the-ground joke, leading them towards the entrance of her home. Her parents should be back, by now. "I've told you about him before. Careful though, the guy's addictive. And kind of shy. "She added after a moment of thinking. "So you'll have to work for him, to work on you. But trust me. It's worth it."

 

Fruit Pack chuckled dismissively at the warning. "Don't worry your tiny-dicks filled head, Dash. I know how to deal with obstructive guys." She boasted. You won't get to be a successful sightseer without dealing with people. Her 'experience' with guys might be limited, but those that had sunk their dicks into her never complained.

 

Besides how big a guy can be? Surely, he can't be bigger than her toy. The Fruit girl thought, walking side-by-side with the Rainbow girl towards the urban house. The closer they got the clearer the unmistakable sound of depraved moans became. Someone was having a good time.

 

She was starting to see where Rainbow got her insatiable appetite. She must say, this City so far looked like fun! If more people here were as friendly as Dash, she might consider making it, a permanent stop in her Travels.

 

After all meeting locals was the point of the Sex tourism.