The next day, Twilight had to make a decision: Rainbow Dash or Fluttershy. Both of the pegasi presented their own challenges. 


On one hand, Rainbow Dash had an adopted little sister in Scootaloo, had the largest libido of anyone Twilight knew, other than MAYBE herself, and her loyalty made her susceptible to being coaxed into questionable behavior if she thought it was for one of her friends.  On the other hand, she was fiercely competitive, stubborn, and worst, impossible to pin down due to being the fastest darned pony in the world and legendarily distractible. Trying to corner Rainbow Dash for anything more than a minute was like trying to catch a hummingbird on amphetamines with a pair of chopsticks. 


Fluttershy, on the other hand, was easy to find, and better, easy to isolate.  She rarely had visitors other than her animals, and her cabin on the edge of the Everfree was secluded.  She was... well, Flutter-shy.  Twilight was pretty sure that even mentioning sex with foals in earshot would probably give the poor pegasus a heart attack.  And... there was the small matter of Discord, who was fiercely protective of his oldest and dearest friend.  While Fluttershy might be easy to find, she might be the most difficult of all to actually approach.  Trying to seduce her into pedophilia would probably trigger a full on Draconequus assault.


Sighing as she nibbled her breakfast, Twilight considered her options.  In all honesty, Dash would probably be the easier of the two. The idea of getting into a magical brawl with the God of Chaos did not seem like any fun, frankly, especially when she was trying to keep subtle about what she was doing.


Nothing about Discord was subtle.


Twilight sighed and sipped her morning mocha, grumbling to herself.  If she was going to keep up with Rainbow Dash, she was going to need the caffeine. Even Scootaloo was a bundle of perpetual motion, but she was nothing compared to her idol.


***


Alicorns were special.  They possessed the constitution and strength of Earth Ponies, the wings and speed of pegasi, and the mystical might of the unicorns.  But those gifts still required regular use and exercise... and Twilight may have ascended into Princesshood/goddesshood, but she was still a nerdy librarian whose idea of strenuous physical activity was climbing a ladder to get a book from the top shelf.


She was not athletic.


So, when Rainbow Dash went for her morning flight, Twilight did not try to match her pace. She simply took to the air, her own wings spreading from her back, and kept a lock on her target through a tracking spell. The cyan pegasus zipped through the sky, a blur of rainbow motion, leaving trails of condensation and colorful light in her wake. Twilight, on the other hand, flew at a steady pace, letting her magic guide her, conserving her energy.


It took Twilight five hours to catch up to Dash; and only because the pegasus stopped for a lunch break after finishing her weather duties and her morning flight regimen.


Twilight was a sweaty, gasping, panting disaster as she landed near the secluded mountain lake where Dash had chosen to rest.  Her wings ached, her muscles burned, and she was certain she was going to be sore for days.  She was also certain she was going to be the butt of jokes for days with all the townsfolk who had looked up to see her flapping along like a clumsy fledgling penguin trying to chase down a fighter jet.


"Rassafraggin' Sonic Rainboom frassaraggin' super-speedy frassin' pegasus..." Twilight grumbled, staggering towards the place she thought she saw Rainbow Dash land.  She was just happy her hooves were keeping her upright, even if they were a bit shaky.


She sighed, brushing down her skirt as she tried to make herself presentable; mostly to buy time to catch her breath and think of some excuse to talk to Dash.  Sure, she could just blast the pegasus from afar with a mind-control spell... but that felt... well, not nice.  She still wanted to do this by persuasion with a touch of brainwashing, not just outright magical assault.


She rounded a cluster of large boulders near the lake's edge, and froze mid-stride. Her jaw went slack and her eyes went wide.  Her brain tried to process what she was seeing, and failed.  It blue-screened.  It had to reboot.  It did not have the context to deal with this.


There was Rainbow Dash, alright. Her cyan coat glistened with a million tiny droplets of lake water, each one catching the mountain sunlight like a scattered jewel. Her rainbow-colored mane and tail, usually a vibrant explosion of color, were now slicked back against her athletic frame, the wet strands clinging to the powerful muscles of her neck and flanks. She lay on her back, wings spread wide like a goddess about to take flight, but these wings were pinned to the earth by her own deliberate choice. Her powerful legs, muscular and perfectly toned from years of weather patrol and aerial acrobatics, were bent and braced against the grassy ground, offering herself up completely. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, a sheen of sweat mixing with the lake water to give her an ethereal glow. Her eyes, normally blazing with cocky confidence, were now half-lidded, hazy with a primal need, her lips parted in a look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that made Twilight's core temperature spike.


And Dash's penis... gods above, it was a masterpiece of equine anatomy. Fully erect, it stood tall and proud from between her powerful thighs, a sixteen-inch column of magnificent, mottled blue and pink flesh that put even Twilight's own impressive equipment to shame. It was thick and powerfully veiny, each artery a raised ridge of pulsating life beneath the taut skin. The medial ring bulged prominently halfway up its length, a perfect ridge of hard flesh that seemed to beg for attention. But it was the flared tip that truly stole Twilight's breath—a deep, almost angry-looking purple that contrasted starkly with the lighter blue of the shaft, its shape a perfect, flared disc that promised an explosive release. It was, in a word, breathtakingly gorgeous, a testament to Dash's legendary confidence and raw, untamed sexuality.


And there was Scootaloo. The young, orange pegasus filly stood between Dash's widespread legs, her own body a miniature version of her idol's—small and wiry, but with an undeniable fiery spirit that burned in her magenta eyes. Her own penis was fully erect and sliding up and down against Dash's towering pillar, her movements determined and practiced despite her youth. Her little wings buzzed with effort, fluttering uncontrollably as her hips worked in a steady, mesmerizing rhythm. Her face was a mask of concentration, her brow furrowed with the intensity of her task, but there was a hint of a proud smirk playing on her lips.


The filly's penis, while not as massive as Dash's, was still an impressive piece of equipment for a child her age—long and thick for her small frame, the mottled orange and pink flesh glistening with a copious amount of precum that dripped down the shaft in thick, syrupy strings. The flared tip was a bright, vibrant pink, pulsing with each beat of her heart. She was practically hugging Dash's cock, her arms wrapped around the thick girth, her puffy, fuzzy vulva grinding against the pegasus's medial ring, the filly's own stiff length nestled against her idol's in a display of forbidden intimacy that made Twilight's mind reel.


"Oh, yeah, Scoots, that's not bad, kiddo. Try rolling your hips more, like I showed ya," Dash panted, her voice husky and thick with lust. It was a low, guttural sound, a melody of pure desire that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "Remember that viewing crystal I got ya last week? Try to match what you saw that green-furred seven-year-old do to his daddy."


"Oh, right... That was totally cool," Scootaloo said, grinning, her voice a breathy giggle that was both innocent and incredibly depraved. "My thingie splurted REALLY hard when I rubbed myself to that!"


"...Yeah, well, you're gonna make MY thingie splurt really hard if you do it right," the older pegasus said, her voice dropping an octave as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "Now get to work."


"Right on," Scootaloo giggled, leaning down to kiss her idol's flared tip. Her little tongue darted out, lapping at the sensitive underside, tasting the sweet, slightly salty precum that was beading at the slit. Dash shuddered, her wings flaring out instinctively, a low moan escaping her lips as the filly's skilled mouth worked its magic.


"You're getting good at that, Scoots," the older pegasus praised, her voice strained. "You've got a natural talent for this. A real knack for making a pony feel good."


"Heh, I'm a fast learner, Rainbow!" the filly chirped, her pride swelling at the compliment. "Besides, you're the best teacher ever!"


Twilight stared in disbelief. Here she was, plotting and scheming, wrestling with her conscience and her Nightmare, preparing herself for a long, difficult campaign of seduction and corruption. 


And Rainbow Dash, of all ponies, had turned out to be... this. A secret pedophile, already engaged in a sexual relationship with her adopted little sister figure. It was almost enough to make her laugh. The sheer, unadulterated irony of it all was staggering. She had been so focused on the challenge, on the thrill of the hunt, that she hadn't even considered the possibility that her target might already be on the same team.


Twilight felt her penises drop from their sheaths, the mottled pink and purple flesh rapidly filling with blood.  Her pussy was growing slick and damp as she watched the scene, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to resist the urge to just jump in and join them. That would be a terrible way to make a first impression. She needed to play this cool. She needed to be subtle.


She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her body was already betraying her. Her nipples hardened into sensitive points beneath her dress, and a familiar warmth spread through her loins. She felt a primal urge to join in, to feel Scootaloo's tight little body against hers, to taste Dash's magnificent cock. But she fought it down, forcing herself to remain hidden behind the boulders, a silent observer to a scene of breathtaking depravity.


Scootaloo was now on her knees, her little hooves braced against Dash's powerful thighs, her entire body focused on the task at hand. She took a deep breath, and then, with a surprisingly adept movement, she engulfed the flared head of Dash's cock in her warm, wet mouth. Dash gasped, her back arching off the ground, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as the filly's talented tongue swirled around the sensitive tip.


"Whoa, kid, where'd you learn that?" Dash panted, her hands flying to Scootaloo's head, her fingers tangling in the filly's purple mane. "That's... that's new."


Scootaloo popped her mouth off Dash's cock with a wet slurp, a proud grin plastered on her face. "Oh, I've been practicing," she said, her voice full of youthful enthusiasm. 


Dash nodded... then did a double-take after an awkward pause. "Practicing on what?"


Scootaloo's face turned crimson, "Uh... m-myself?  I... uh... just kinda... curled up with my butt against the back of my bed until I... could?  It took a while."


The older pegasus stared for a moment, then broke out into a loud, booming laugh that echoed across the lake.  She then took a more serious look at Scootaloo, "You know, Squirt, that's actually kinda... super impressive.  You've got some serious dedication.  And flexibility."


"Heh, thanks, Dash," Scootaloo said, her chest puffing out with pride, her penis giving a bob up and down as she flexed her internal muscles, a thick drop of precum oozing from the tip.


"And what happened when you gushed?" Rainbow asked leadingly, a toothy grin spreading across her face.  She waggled her eyebrows at the young filly.


"Uh... I tried to swallow it, but it was too much!" said Scootaloo, blushing harder, "I... uh... I made a huge mess in my mouth.  It got all over my face and in my mane, and it went down my chin and onto the floor.  But it felt awesome!   I could feel it throbbing against my tongue as it splurted!"


"Uh-huh?" Dash panted, her hips shifting a little as she thought about that, her length giving a lurch, a fresh droplet of clear pre forming at the tip, "Go on..."


"I could only gulp down about... I dunno... a few cups before I had to let myself out and I splurted the rest all over my face.  My mane was all spiky and sticky for the rest of the day," said Scootaloo, giggling a little as she described her oral creampie, her little fillycock throbbing in time with the memory, a little squirt of precum spurting out and splattering against Rainbow Dash's medial ring.  The sight of her little orange fillycock, so hard and eager, against Dash's own impressive girth made the older pegasus moan in desire.


"Next time, you gotta aim for the back of your throat, and just keep swallowing," Dash instructed, like a seasoned coach teaching a rookie a new trick. "Don't think, just do. You'll get the hang of it. It's all about just... relaxing your throat, you know? And trusting that you can do it."


"Oh, really?" Scootaloo giggled, returning to pumping her hips and rubbing her cunny against Dash's member, the slick sounds of her wet vulva squelching against the rigid flesh filling the air, "So like when you taught me to fly off that ramp into the lake?"


"Exactly like that, Squirt. Just let go and trust that the wind'll catch you," Rainbow said, her voice a low rumble, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at the filly grinding against her.  Her hips rolled in counterpoint, grinding her own cock against the little pegasus's, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through both of them.


Twilight watched from her hiding spot, her own cocks achingly hard, her breath coming in ragged gasps.  She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud as the scene before her unfolded.  The raw, unfiltered passion between the two pegasi was intoxicating, a potent cocktail of forbidden desire and innocent exploration that was driving her wild with lust.  She couldn't help but touch herself, her fingers sliding down her stomach to her slick, dripping folds, her other hand wrapping around one of her own thick shafts, stroking it slowly, her eyes fixed on the tableau before her.


"That said, your thingie is... way bigger than mine, Dash," Scootaloo said, her voice a little hesitant.  She looked down at the massive blue and pink pillar that she was currently grinding against, her own much smaller fillycock looking like a toy in comparison.  "And... my mouth is way smaller.  I couldn't even get down to the ring around my middle if I tried."


She gestured at her medial ring demonstratively, before taking a moment to use her hands to measure the distance between Rainbow Dash's ring and her trumpet.  She shook her head, her expression a mixture of awe and a little bit of disappointment.  The sheer scale of her idol's equipment was both inspiring and intimidating.


Dash grinned and flexed her Kegel muscles, making her massive cock lurch upwards, nearly smacking Scootaloo in the chin.  The filly giggled and swatted it away playfully, her hand wrapping around the thick shaft, her fingers barely meeting.  The sheer size of it was a testament to Dash's legendary status, a physical manifestation of her power and confidence.


"Yeah, well, you're a work in progress, Squirt. I am too. I'm only fourteen, and I've got a long way to grow too," Dash reassured her, "...That said, I can totally suck myself all the way down to the sheath." She added, with a proud, toothy grin.


"WHOA! REALLY?" Scootaloo gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and admiration. The idea of being able to perform such an act of autofellatio was mind-boggling to the young filly, a feat of athleticism and flexibility that seemed almost superhuman. She stared at Dash's massive cock, trying to imagine the older pegasus contorting her body to wrap her lips around that impressive girth, her mind boggled at the very thought.


"Ah, yeah, totally.  I'll show you sometime," said Rainbow Dash with a confident smirk, flexing again.  Her cock gave another lurch, the fat, flared head pulsing and drooling a fresh glob of precum that dripped down the shaft, "But you've gotta earn that.  If I'm gonna give myself a backache just to show off, I expect a little... effort."


"Oh!  I'll try my best!" the little pegasus declared, her competitive spirit ignited by the challenge. She was determined to master this new skill, to prove herself to her idol.  She leaned forward again, her mouth open wide, determined to take more of Dash's cock into her mouth, to push her limits and show her big sister figure just how dedicated she was.


She took a deep breath and plunged forward, her little mouth stretching to accommodate the massive girth of Dash's flared head. She gagged slightly as the tip hit the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she pushed forward, her determination overriding her discomfort. She could feel the thick, veiny flesh sliding deeper into her throat, stretching her esophagus to its limits. She could feel the pulse of Dash's heart through the rigid member, a steady, powerful thrum that vibrated through her entire body.


Dash watched in amazement as Scootaloo took more and more of her cock, her eyes widening in shock and admiration. She hadn't expected the filly to be so bold, so adventurous.  The sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm of the young pegasus was intoxicating, a potent aphrodisiac that sent a surge of arousal through her system.  She could feel the filly's throat constricting around her shaft, the tight, wet heat sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.


"Whoa, Scootaloo, take it easy," Dash panted, her voice strained with pleasure. "Don't gag yourself, just take a few inches. That's more than enough for now, an' you can still hump against me..." she instructed, her hips beginning to rock in a slow, steady rhythm, her cock sliding in and out of the filly's mouth.


Scootaloo obliged, pulling back slightly to catch her breath, then taking the flared head back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She could taste the sweet, slightly salty precum that was beading at the slit, a taste that made her own cock throb with need.  She ground her hips against Dash's massive shaft, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her small body.


"Ah yeah... That's it, Scoots..." Dash grunted, "Jus' like that... Hah..."  She groaned and bit her lip as Scootaloo's tongue danced over the tip of her cock, her puffy vulva rubbing against Dash's shaft.  The older pegasus was panting heavily, her body tensing as the pleasure built, her wings flaring out wide as she approached her climax.


Scootaloo, for her part, was in heaven. She had always idolized Rainbow Dash, looked up to her as the ultimate example of coolness and strength.  To be able to please her, to bring her to the brink of ecstasy, was a dream come true. She could feel the tremors running through Dash's body, the way her muscles tensed and her breath hitched, and she knew that she was the cause of it.  It was a heady, intoxicating feeling, a sense of power and accomplishment that was almost as thrilling as the physical pleasure she was experiencing herself.


The young filly's own cock was aching with need, the tight, slick heat of her cunny grinding against Dash's shaft sending waves of pleasure through her small body.  She could feel a familiar pressure building in her loins, a tingling sensation that started in her toes and spread up her legs, coiling in her belly like a spring.  She knew what was coming, and she redoubled her efforts, determined to make Dash cum before she did.


But the six-year-old pegasus, for all her enthusiasm and determination, was too new to sex, too inexperienced to hold back.  Her body was a storm of conflicting sensations, the pleasure too intense, the arousal too overwhelming.  With a sudden, sharp gasp, she felt her control slip away, her hips bucking uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over her.


"Ah! Ah! Ah! AHHHHHHHH!" she cried out, her voice a high-pitched, girlish squeal of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.  Her little body convulsed, her wings flapping wildly, her hands gripping Dash's shaft for dear life.  Her own cock, sandwiched between her belly and Dash's massive pillar, twitched and spasmed, and then, with a mighty surge, it erupted.


A thick, creamy jet of pearly-white filly-cum erupted from the tip of Scootaloo's pulsating penis with such force that it splattered loudly against the underside of Dash's massive blue and pink shaft. The warm, sticky fluid immediately began running down the older pegasus's cock in thick, gooey rivulets, coating the prominent veins and collecting in pools around her medial ring. Another jet followed immediately after, even more voluminous than the first, accompanied by a loud, guttural moan from the young filly that echoed across the secluded lake. Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably, her small orange frame wracked with wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, her mind going completely blank as the intense orgasm consumed every fiber of her being, leaving her a quivering, panting mess of depraved ecstasy.


Scootaloo's tiny, puffy vulva, pressed tight against Dash's thick medial ring, quaked and clenched repeatedly, her internal muscles fluttering and spasming uncontrollably as pleasure coursed through her inexperienced body. A fresh wave of her own slick, clear girlish nectar gushed from her depths, squirting out in a messy spray that added to the growing slippery mess between them, the sweet fluid mingling with her own thick, sticky seed that continued to spurt from her twitching fillycock. The sight of the small child's orgasm was breathtaking—her eyes rolled back, her wings fluttering spasmodically, and her mouth hung open in a soundless scream of pleasure. The feel of her trembling body against Dash's cock, the sound of her unrestrained cries of ecstasy, and the intoxicating scent of her youthful arousal all combined to overwhelm the older pegasus completely.


"HRRHHNNNG! G-Get ready, Scootaloo... Here... c-comes the GOOO!" Dash groaned through gritted teeth, her powerful body tensing like a coiled spring as her own climax hit with the force of a freight train. Her hips bucked upwards violently, driving her cock impossibly deeper into the filly's small, stretched mouth, the flared head pulsating wildly as it prepared to unleash its massive load.


And then, with a loud, guttural roar that echoed off the surrounding mountains, Dash came.


Her magnificent cock, a testament to her raw, untamed power and perverse desire for children, erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly awoken, a massive geyser of hot, thick cum blasting from the flared tip with explosive force. The first jet was so powerful that it completely filled Scootaloo's mouth in an instant, the creamy fluid immediately overflowing from her overstretched lips and running down her chin in thick, syrupy streams that dripped onto her small chest. The filly's magenta eyes widened in shock and surprise as her mouth was flooded, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she bravely attempted to swallow as much as she could, her throat working overtime to keep up with the overwhelming deluge, but it was a hopeless endeavor.


Dash's orgasm was a force of nature, a torrent of thick, pearly-white cum that seemed to have no end. The second jet was even more powerful than the first, once again filling the filly's mouth completely, with the excess spilling out and coating her chest and belly in a thick, glistening blanket. The third and fourth jets followed in quick succession, each one a testament to the older pegasus's incredible virility and stamina, painting the small child's face, chest, and belly with thick ropes of her seed.


Scootaloo was now completely drenched in Dash's cum, her face and chest covered in thick, pearly-white fluid, her purple mane matted down with the sticky substance that dripped onto her shoulders and back. She was a mess, but she was a happy, proud mess, looking up at her idol with adoring eyes even as she continued to be coated in wave after wave of pegasus seed. She had done it. She had made Rainbow Dash cum, and the feeling of accomplishment was a heady, intoxicating rush that was almost as good as the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through her small body.


Dash, for her part, was in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her body was convulsing with the force of her orgasm, her wings flaring out wide, her back arched off the grassy ground, and her entire being focused on the intense pleasure that was radiating from her cock. She could feel the filly's small, trembling body against her, the feel of her tight, wet throat, the sight of her cum-soaked face, and the knowledge that she was the one who had done this to her. It was all a potent cocktail of raw, primal desire and forbidden love, a twisted, beautiful symphony of depravity that made her head spin and her heart race.


As the last few spurts of cum trickled from the tip of her still-hard cock, Dash collapsed back onto the ground, her body spent but her mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. She looked over at Scootaloo, who was now sitting up, a goofy, cum-drunk grin plastered on her face, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm.


"That... that was awesome, Rainbow," the filly panted, her voice a breathy whisper. "Did I... did I do good?"


Dash couldn't help but laugh, a low, rumbling sound that was full of affection and pride. "You did amazing, Squirt," she said, reaching over and ruffling the filly's cum-matted hair. "You're a natural."


Scootaloo beamed at the praise, her chest puffing out with pride. She looked down at her cum-soaked body, then back at Dash, a mischievous glint in her magenta eyes.


"So... when can we do it again?" she asked, her voice full of youthful enthusiasm.


Dash laughed again, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "Give me a minute to recover, kid," she said, a wide, satisfied grin spreading across her face. "We've got all day, and I've got a lot more to teach you."


Twilight watched from her hiding spot behind the boulders, her own cocks aching with need. She had been stroking herself the entire time, her hands sliding up and down her thick, mottled shafts, her fingers glistening with her own slick arousal. The scene before her had been the most intensely erotic thing she had ever witnessed, a forbidden tableau of pure, unadulterated lust that had pushed her to the brink of her own orgasm. She had held back, wanting to see the entire scene play out, shivering.


***


"Okay, before we do anything more, kiddo, what are the rules of 'private time?'" Dash asked leadingly, sliding her fingers up and down Scootaloo's cum-glazed chest, leaving tracks in the thick goo.


"Uh...  nnnf," Scootaloo began, distracted as Dash began to play with her little nipples, making the filly shudder, "Rule #1, no talking about this with anypony but you, not even Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle. Not unless you say it's okay first."


"Good girl," said Dash, leaning in and giving the filly a quick kiss on the cheek, tasting her own cum on Scootaloo's skin, "What else?"


"Rule #2, you decide when and where we have private time. I don't push for it or try to start it," said Scootaloo, panting as Dash tweaked her nipples, her little hips squirming, her still-hard fillycock twitching, a glob of cum dribbling from the tip.


"And #3?" Dash prompted, her voice a low, husky purr as she nuzzled the filly's neck, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat and cum that glistened on the child's skin.


"Rule #3...  nnnngh...  Rule #3 is that... ahhh..." Scootaloo whined, squirming as Dash's hand drifted lower, her fingers tracing a path down the filly's cum-slicked stomach towards her stiff, aching cock. "...Rule #3 is that I listen to everything you say about private time stuff, no matter how weird it sounds."


"Very good," said Rainbow Dash, a wide, toothy grin spreading across her face. She was proud of her little protégé, proud of the way she was learning, proud of the way she was embracing her role as her secret lover. "You're a quick study, Squirt. I knew you'd be awesome at this."


Scootaloo beamed at the praise, her chest puffing out with pride, her little wings buzzing with excitement. "Heh, I try," she said, her voice full of youthful enthusiasm.


Dash laughed again, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "So, what do you wanna do next?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.


Scootaloo thought for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. Then, a sly grin spread across her face. "Well," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "You did say you'd teach me how to... you know... suck myself."


Dash's eyes widened in surprise, then a slow, predatory grin spread across her face. "Oh, I did, didn't I?" she purred, her voice thick with lust. "Well, I'm a pony of my word. Let's see what you've got."


She helped Scootaloo to her hooves, the filly's legs still shaky from her intense orgasm. The cum that coated her body was starting to dry, leaving a sticky, glossy sheen on her orange fur. Dash couldn't help but admire the sight, the way the pearly-white seed clung to the filly's small, toned body, the way her still-hard cock stood proud and erect, a testament to her youthful virility.


"Okay, Squirt, first things first, the bigger your dingus, the easier it is.  Since I'm a goddess among ponies, my thing is huge, so it's a cinch for me," said Dash, gesturing to her own massive, still-erect member with playful arrogance.  She flexed her kegels, making it lurch and bob, bonking Scootaloo on the nose.  The little filly giggled and swatted it away, her hand wrapping around the thick shaft, her fingers barely meeting.


"Now, as for you...  Honestly, you're pretty well-hung for a lil' kid, Scootaloo," Dash said appraisingly, judging the size of the child's phallus against her overall body size.  "I mean, for a six-year-old, that's a serious piece of equipment you got there."


Scootaloo blushed under the praise, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. She'd always been a bit self-conscious about her body, given her disabled wings, so hearing any compliments about her physical attributes was a rare and wonderful treat. The fact that it was her idol, the coolest pony in Equestria, praising her for the size of her penis, made her heart swell with pride.


"Th-thanks, Rainbow," she stammered, her voice a little shaky.


"No problem, kid. Just calling it like I see it," Dash said, giving her a playful wink. "Now, the key to this is flexibility. You gotta be able to bend yourself in half without hurting yourself.  And gonna be honest, you're probably gonna have backache after."


"I'll just use my scooter like Granny Smith's walker," Scootaloo joked, grinning.  "Besides, I'm tough.  I can take it."


Dash chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that was full of affection. "That's the spirit, Squirt," she said, ruffling the filly's cum-matted hair. "Now, the first thing you're gonna wanna do is stretch. You gotta loosen up your back and your neck if you're gonna be able to reach.  Just do what I do."


With that, Dash demonstrated a series of simple yet effective stretches, designed to increase flexibility and reduce the risk of injury. She started with some basic neck rolls, then moved on to some spinal twists, her body flowing with a grace and fluidity that came from years of rigorous training and physical conditioning. Scootaloo watched intently, her eyes wide with admiration as she mimicked the older pegasus's movements, her small body twisting and turning in a surprisingly agile imitation.


"Okay, now, the best way I've found to do it is to kinda do a backwards somersault, rolling back onto your shoulders.  You can use your wings to help balance you," Dash explained, "Doing it with a wall or the headboard of your bed like you said you did is also a great way to do it."


The rainbow-haired pegasus grinned and sat back down, putting her hands on the ground behind her and leaning back.  She demonstrated, lifting her legs and smoothly rolling her lower body up and over, her powerful core muscles allowing her to contort her lithe, athletic frame with ease.  Her hooves came down on either side of her head, her thighs framing her face, the tip of her own massive phallus now within inches of her lips.  She grinned at Scootaloo and gave her own flared tip a quick, wet lick with her tongue, making Scootaloo's jaw drop.


"Now.  Give it a shot," Dash said, uncurling, "I'll give you a hand."  


"Um... like this," said the little girl, flopping over onto her back and trying to mimic Dash's movements.  She hefted, swinging her hips up, and Rainbow Dash's gentle hands caught her tight rear end, lifting her up and over.  The filly flopped onto her back, her head and shoulders on the ground, her body doubled over with her lower half held up by her big sister figure.


Dash took the opportunity to grope and knead the little filly's firm, round butt as she held her aloft, making Scootaloo let out a happy squeak of pleasure.  Dash's fingers dug into the soft flesh, her thumbs tracing the line of the child's vulva.  She held Scootaloo's lower body up for a moment, admiring the sight of the filly's hard cock dangling down towards her face.


Scootaloo blushed as her flare almost touched her muzzle.  The fat saucer of pinkish-orange flesh was inches from her mouth, a single glistening drop of precum forming at the slit and threatening to fall onto her nose.  Her own stiff, twitching length looked immense from this angle, a thick, powerful rod of flesh that seemed to dominate her entire field of vision.


"Okay, Squirt, now just relax and let gravity do the work," Dash instructed, her voice a low, husky purr. "You gotta open your mouth wide, and just... let it happen."


Scootaloo took a deep breath, and did as she was told.  It was just like when she did it in her bedroom... except that Dash's fingers were kneading her buttocks, which... admittedly felt a lot better than pressing against the back of her bedframe.


She craned her neck, her small body straining with the effort, her muscles protesting the unnatural position.  The tip of her cock brushed against her lips, a soft, velvety contact that sent a shiver of pleasure through her.  She could feel the heat of her own arousal, the throb of her own pulse in the rigid flesh that was now so close to her mouth.  She opened her mouth wider, her tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of her own precum, and then, with a final, determined effort, she managed to wrap her lips around the flared head of her own cock.
It was a strange, surreal experience, to feel the soft, spongy texture of her own flesh in her mouth, to taste the familiar, slightly sweet flavor of her own arousal.  The sensation was intense, a feedback loop of pleasure that sent her mind reeling.  She could feel the heat of her own mouth, the wetness of her own saliva, and it was all a dizzying, intoxicating rush of sensation that made her head spin.


She began to nurse on her own phallus, grunting softly at the effort and the pleasure.  Her tongue lapped and swirled around the flared tip, exploring the sensitive ridges and valleys, her mouth sucking gently, creating a soft, wet suction that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.  Her little wings buzzed uncontrollably, flapping and fluttering with the intensity of the sensation, her small body trembling with the effort and the overwhelming pleasure.


Dash watched with a proud, predatory grin, her own arousal growing at the sight of the young filly contorting herself in such a depraved way.  She could see the concentration on Scootaloo's face, the way her brow furrowed with effort, the way her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.  She could see the small bulge of the filly's cock in her throat, the way it stretched her small mouth, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.  It was a beautiful, breathtaking sight, a testament to the filly's dedication and flexibility, and it made Dash's own cock throb with need.


Satisfied that Scootaloo could take it from here, she dropped down and rolled up beside the doubled-over filly, her own legs lifting up as she mirrored the child's position.  With practiced ease, the older pegasus brought her own magnificent shaft to her lips, her mouth opening wide to engulf the flared head.  She took herself deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate her impressive girth, her lips sliding down the thick shaft until they met her medial ring.  She could feel the thick veins pulsing against her tongue, the throb of her own heart in the rigid flesh, and she moaned around her own cock, the sound muffled by the mouthful of her own flesh.


She rolled her eyes over to look at the filly, who was still sucking on her own cock, her small body trembling with the effort.  The sight of the two of them, locked in this intimate, self-pleasuring embrace, was a potent aphrodisiac, a forbidden tableau of pure, unadulterated lust.  Dash felt a surge of pride and affection for her little protégé, a fierce, protective love that was intertwined with a raw, carnal desire.  She had created this, she had guided the filly down this path of depravity, and seeing Scootaloo embrace it so enthusiastically was the ultimate validation of her actions.


"Relax, deep breaths through your nose," advised Dash, letting herself out of her mouth for a moment as she saw Scootaloo struggling a bit, a slight gagging noise coming from the child's throat, "Take it slow. You don't have to try to swallow all of it at once."


"Okay, Rainbow," said Scootaloo, after popping her mouth off her tip, her voice a little shaky.  She took a deep breath, her small chest heaving, and then went back to work, her mouth once again wrapping around the flared head of her own cock.  She tried to follow Dash's advice, to relax her throat and let her body adjust to the intrusion.  It was still a struggle, but she was determined to master this new skill, to prove herself to her idol.


Dash watched her for a moment, a proud, affectionate smile on her face.  She could see the determination in the filly's eyes, the way she pushed through the discomfort, the way she focused on the pleasure.  It was a beautiful sight, a testament to the filly's strength and resilience.  The little girl's muzzle had begun to dip far enough to touch her ring, her throat bulging as her flare pushed deeper.  The little pegasus was a natural.


She went back to her own self-pleasure, her lips sliding down the thick shaft of her own cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.  She could taste the familiar, slightly sweet flavor of her own arousal, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through her.  She began to work herself in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, her lips sliding up and down the thick shaft, her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside.  She could feel the pressure building in her loins, a familiar tingling sensation that started in her toes and spread up her legs, coiling in her belly like a spring.


She could hear Scootaloo's muffled moans, the sound of the filly's pleasure a sweet, intoxicating melody that mingled with her own.  The two pegasi lay side-by-side, each engaged in oral self-pleasure.  The slurping, sucking sounds of their efforts filled the air, punctuated by their soft moans and the occasional gag from Scootaloo as she pushed her limits.


"Rainbow... nnnf...  I'm gonna gush soon!" Scootaloo announced shortly, a long glistening strand of clear pre connecting her mouth and her cock.  She looked over at Dash with wide, pleading eyes.  Her voice was breathy and strained, a testament to the effort and the pleasure that was overwhelming her small body.  She was a picture of youthful, unadulterated ecstasy, her small frame trembling with anticipation.


"Awesome.  Okay, Scoots, the key is to just relax as much as you can.  Breathe deep through your nose in between swallowing your goo; you're gonna probably drown for a second, but you'll be fine, Squirt," Dash coached, her voice a low, husky purr that was thick with her own arousal.  She had popped off her own cock to give the filly advice, her magnificent shaft glistening with her saliva, the flared head pulsing with need.


"But... nnnf...  But Rainbow, I want you to see it!  I want you to see me gush!" the little filly whined, her hips bucking involuntarily as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.  She shuddered, precum spattering her muzzle, her phallus twitching in time with the beating of her heart.


Dash couldn't help but grin at the filly's earnest plea.  It was a sweet, innocent request, a desire for her idol's approval and attention, even in the midst of such a depraved act.  She knew how much it meant to Scootaloo to be seen, to be acknowledged, to be praised by her.  It was a core part of their dynamic, a fundamental aspect of their relationship, and she had no intention of denying the filly that simple, yet profound, pleasure.


"Don't worry about it, Scootaloo.  With how much you spurt, there's no WAY you'll ever be able to drink it all.  You can let yourself out of your mouth when you've hit your limit, and I'll watch your big ol' dingus swing around and hose you down," Dash said playfully, pumping her own mottled flesh to keep the stimulation going.  She could feel her own orgasm approaching, a hot, tight knot of pleasure coiling in her belly, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she was joining the filly in a messy, explosive release.


Scootaloo nodded, her face a mask of concentration as she went back to work.  She took a deep breath, her small chest heaving, and then, with a final, determined effort, she engulfed the flared head of her own cock, her mouth stretching to accommodate the girth.  She began to suck in earnest, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction.  She was a whirlwind of youthful energy and enthusiasm, a small, orange pegasus filly determined to please her idol in the most intimate and depraved way possible.


"NNNGH!  MMFFMMRRFF!"  Scootaloo moaned around her own flare, her entire body convulsing with pleasure.  Her hips bucked involuntarily, driving her cock deeper into her own throat, the flared head stretching her esophagus to its limits.  Her wings flapped wildly, her small body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.  She could feel the pressure building, a hot, tight knot of pleasure that was about to explode, and she knew that she was on the verge of a massive, earth-shattering release.


Then, with a sudden, sharp gasp, she felt her control slip away.  Her body was a storm of conflicting sensations, the pleasure too intense, the arousal too overwhelming.  With a mighty surge, she erupted.


A thick, creamy jet of pearly-white filly-cum erupted from the tip of Scootaloo's pulsating penis, the force of the ejaculation so powerful that it immediately filled her mouth to the brim.  The sticky, warm fluid overflowed from her overstretched lips, running down her chin in thick, syrupy streams that dripped onto her small chest.  The filly's magenta eyes widened in shock and surprise as her mouth was flooded, the sheer volume of her own seed a testament to her youthful virility.


She tried her best to follow Dash's advice, to relax and swallow as much as she could, but it was a hopeless endeavor.  Her small throat was no match for the sheer volume of her own ejaculation.  With a desperate, gurgling gasp for air, she pulled her mouth off her own cock, a thick rope of cum still connecting her lips to the flared tip.  As she popped free, her still-spurting hose of a penis swung up, painting her own face and chest with blast after blast of hot, sticky seed. Her eyes went wide as a particularly powerful jet hit her directly in the face, the thick, pearly fluid splattering across her muzzle and dripping down her forehead.  She sputtered and coughed, her small body wracked with the force of her orgasm, her mind going completely blank as the intense pleasure consumed her.


Dash watched, her own arousal spiking at the sight of the filly's messy, explosive climax.  She could see the thick ropes of cum coating Scootaloo's face and chest, the way the pearly fluid dripped from her chin and spattered onto the ground below.  The sight was breathtaking, a forbidden tableau of pure, unadulterated lust that sent a surge of desire through her system.  She could feel her own orgasm building, a hot, tight knot of pleasure that was coiling in her belly, ready to explode at any moment.


Scootaloo's little fillycock was a firehose, the thick, creamy jets of cum splattering against her own chest and belly, the warm fluid running down her sides and pooling on the grassy ground below.  Her entire body was convulsing, her small frame wracked with wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, her mind a blank slate of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.  She was a mess, a sticky, gooey mess of her own making, but she was a happy, proud mess, a testament to her own youthful virility and the power of her own pleasure.


Dash couldn't hold back any longer.  The sight of the filly's messy, explosive climax, the sound of her unrestrained cries of pleasure, the intoxicating sight of her cum-soaked body, it all combined to push her over the edge.  With a loud, (though penis-muffled) guttural roar that echoed across the secluded lake, she came.


Her magnificent cock erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly awoken, a massive geyser of hot, thick cum blasting from the flared tip with explosive force.  Her cheeks ballooned out with the first few blasts, the sheer volume of her own seed a testament to her incredible virility.  She managed to swallow the first few mouthfuls, her throat working overtime to keep up with the overwhelming deluge, but it was a hopeless endeavor.


With a wet, sloppy pop, Dash pulled her own mouth off her spurting hose, letting it swing up to paint her own face and chest with her thick, sticky seed.  She gasped and panted, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, her mind reeling from the intense pleasure that was radiating from her cock.  She could feel the hot, sticky fluid splattering against her fur, running down her chest and belly, pooling in her navel and dripping onto the ground below.  It was a dizzying, intoxicating rush of sensation that made her head spin and her heart race.


The two pegasi lay side-by-side, their bodies convulsing with the force of their orgasms, their minds reeling from the intense pleasure that was consuming them.  They were a mess, a sticky, gooey mess of their own making, but they were happy, proud messes, a testament to their own virility and the power of their own pleasure.  The air was thick with the sounds of their pleasure, their gasps and pants, their moans and cries, a symphony of depraved ecstasy that echoed across the secluded lake.


As the last few spurts of cum trickled from the tips of their still-hard cocks, the two pegasi collapsed back onto the ground, their bodies spent but their minds still reeling from the intensity of the experience.  They lay there for a long time, their chests heaving, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms, their minds slowly coming back down from the high of their pleasure.


Rainbow Dash uncurled with a sigh, her body aching from the exertion, but her mind buzzing with a sense of satisfaction and pride.  She looked over at Scootaloo, who was still lying on her back, her body covered in a thick, glistening blanket of her own cum.  The filly's eyes were half-lidded, a goofy, cum-drunk grin plastered on her face, her small body still trembling with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm.


"Heh.  There's a REASON I call you Squirt, Squirt," Dash teased, reaching over and gripping Scootaloo's still-hard shaft, giving it a friendly pump.  The filly's cock was still slick with her own cum, the thick, pearly fluid coating Dash's fingers in a sticky, gooey mess.  She could feel the heat of the filly's arousal, the throb of her pulse in the rigid flesh, and it sent a fresh surge of desire through her system.


Scootaloo giggled, a breathy, happy sound that was full of youthful innocence and newfound sexual confidence.  "I can't help it, Rainbow," she said, her voice a little shaky.  "It just... happens."


"Hooboy, we made a MESS," Dash remarked, looking around, "I'll have to go steal a raincloud from the weather factory and wash this all off.  We'll probably have to clean the lake water itself."


"Hah!  Maybe you can get a raincloud and we can take a shower in it," Scootaloo suggested, a mischievous glint in her magenta eyes. "We can wash all this gunk off and then get dirty all over again!"


Dash laughed, a loud, booming sound that was full of affection and pride.  "You've got a one-track mind, Squirt," she said, ruffling the filly's cum-matted hair.  "But I like the way you think."


"So do I!" came a third voice.  It was a voice that was both familiar and unexpected, a voice that made both pegasi freeze in place, their eyes widening in shock and surprise.


Slowly, as if in a dream, they turned their heads towards the source of the voice.  And there, standing a few feet away, was Twilight Sparkle.  She was leaning against a cluster of boulders, a wide, predatory grin on her face.  Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, her two magnificent cocks standing proud and erect, the mottled pink and purple flesh glistening in the sunlight.  Her hands were wrapped around the thick shafts, her fingers sliding up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, her eyes fixed on the scene before her with a look of raw, unadulterated lust.


"Well, well, well," Twilight purred, her voice a low, husky sound that was thick with desire.  "What have we here?"


Dash and Scootaloo were frozen in place, their minds racing, their hearts pounding in their chests.  They had been so caught up in their pleasure, so lost in their own little world of depravity, that they hadn't even noticed the Alicorn's arrival.  They were exposed, their secret laid bare for their friend to see.  A mix of panic, shame, and a strange, inexplicable thrill washed over them, a confusing cocktail of emotions that left them breathless and speechless.


"Tw-Twilight!" Dash stammered.  Her chest seized, her a cold rush of terror running down her spine.... and she promptly passed out, falling over with a loud thump onto the grass.


Twilight blinked in surprise, the sudden collapse of the fastest pony in Equestria a rather anticlimactic end to her dramatic reveal.  She looked from the unconscious cyan pegasus to the still-conscious, cum-drenched Scootaloo, who was staring at her with wide, fearful eyes.


"Well... that's not quite the reaction I was expecting," Twilight mused, blinking in surprise. 


⁂


Dash moaned, rubbing her head weakly as she returned to consciousness, wincing at the headache that was throbbing behind her eyes.  She had just had the best dream leading into the worst nightmare.  A fantastic afternoon with her little Squirt, culminating in a spectacular mutual climax... and then being discovered by the one pony she never, ever wanted to find out about her secret hobby.


She had no idea how to excuse herself.  She had no idea what to say. And she had probably just ruined her reputation, her friendship with Twilight, and her relationship with Scootaloo all in one go.


She opened her eyes... to utter disbelief.  Twilight was naked, and Scootaloo was in her lap, using her thighs to pump the filly's cock. The alicorn's own dual members were pressed between their bodies, sandwiched and throbbing as the filly's cunny ground against them.  The child's face was oddly blank, and she seemed to be in a daze, her eyes wide and unfocused.


"Ah...  Ah...  Ah..." Scootaloo moaned, her body shivering with pleasure. Her little hips bucked and rolled, her small body moving in a steady, mesmerizing rhythm. Her cock, sandwiched between their bodies, was pulsing and drooling, the thick, clear fluid mixing with the drying cum that still coated her chest and belly.


Dash's mind couldn't process the scene. It was like she was dreaming, a bizarre, surreal fever dream that made no sense. She tried to sit up, but her body was weak, her limbs heavy and uncooperative. She could only watch, her eyes wide with disbelief, as the scene before her unfolded.


Twilight noticed her stirring and shot her a look over Scootaloo's shoulder.  She smiled warmly, brushing a few locks of her mane back over her shoulder even as she continued to grind her upper phallus against Scootaoo's clitoris.  The foal's hips were working on autopilot, her body moving in a steady, hypnotic rhythm.


"Glad to see you're back with us, Rainbow," Twilight said, cheerfully, as if they were meeting in town for a friendly lunch.  Her demeanor was so disconcertingly pleasant that it was jarring.  She sounded like a normal pony, not a pony who had just discovered two of her friends in a shocking, secret act of pedophilia.  There was no anger in her voice, no judgment, no disgust.  There was only... warmth. 


"T-Twilight?  What... what in the name of Celestia is going on?" Dash stammered, her mind still trying to catch up with the surreal reality of the situation. 


"Well... uh... It's kind of awkward, but... I was going to try to tell you in a fun way, but that went badly," Twilight said, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment, "...So... Uh... I'm not just the Princess of Magic, I'm the Princess of Foal Love."


"The Princess of... what now?" Rainbow Dash asked, her mind reeling.  She was trying to process the words, to make sense of them, but they just wouldn't fit.  


"...Pedophilia," Twilight said, her cheeks tinged pink, "...No, really.  I'm serious," she said, waving her hands defensively at the utterly blank and disbelieving stare on her friend's face, "It's Princess Celestia's idea.  She's been grooming me (in every sense of the term) since I was a toddler." 


"What," Dash said flatly, her brain just... breaking at the implication.


"It's... a secret royal directive," Twilight explained, shrugging, her face turning bright red, "Celestia thinks that foals are beautiful, and that they should be taught about pleasure from a young age.  She thinks that pedophilia is a beautiful and natural thing, and she wants to spread it throughout Equestria.  And I'm... uh... kind of her chosen champion.  Her apostle.  Her... uh... Her foal-loving messiah."


Dash just stared.  She stared and stared, her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide with disbelief.  She couldn't speak.  She couldn't move.  She could only stare at her friend, at the Alicorn who she had known for years, who she had admired and respected, who was now telling her that she was a... a... a what? 


"...So... uh... I've kiiiiiiiiiinda been brainwashing all of our friends into loving kids in the rather physical sense?" Twilight admitted, "I've enchanted Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity, and I WAS coming to hypnotize you... but..."  She gestured vaguely at the scene, "It seems you're already ahead of me."


"...Huh?" was all Dash could manage.


"...Dash, do you need a minute?  Just... take a breath and try to cool down.  I know it's a lot to process and you're probably freaking out a bit," Twilight said, sympathetically.


"....Uh," Dash said, her eyes still as wide as dinner plates, jaw dropped, "Guhh....  Ummm..."
"Yyyyyyyyyyeah.  Go ahead and take that minute..." Twilight sighed.  She didn't stop her slow, grinding motion with her hips, keeping Scootaloo in a state of constant, low-grade arousal.  The filly's hips continued to rock and grind, her body moving on autopilot, her mind still blank and pliable under the influence of the Alicorn's hypnotic suggestion.


The fastest flier in Equestria was motionless, her mind racing a million miles a minute, but her body frozen in place. She tried to speak, to ask a question, to say something, but the words just wouldn't come. Her mouth was dry, her throat tight, and her heart was pounding in her chest like a drum. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of confusion and disbelief, her mind struggling to make sense of the impossible, the surreal, the utterly insane reality that was being presented to her.


It did indeed take her a minute or two to finally begin to jolt herself out of her brainfreeze.  It was her arousal at the sight of Twilight's penises peeking out from between Scootaloo's tight, athletic thighs that finally got her to get control of herself.  Dash's cock was standing proud and twitching at the sight, her inner thighs damp with arousal.


"....Okay... uh... Okay," Dash said, shaking her head as she slowly tried to accept what was happening, "...Walk me through it again?  And... what'd you do to Scootaloo?" she asked, a flicker of protectiveness warring with her newly-confirmed lust.


"I... uh... cast a mind control spell on her.  She's in a very deep hypnotic trance right now," Twilight explained, "I've got some rules I have to follow, and rule number 2 is that I have to preserve the innocence of foals.  So I've put her out of it while we talk."


"...Okay," Dash said, pinching the bridge of her muzzle as she clambered to shaky hooves, 
"...Okay.  So... what's all this about... just... What's it about?


Twilight lifted Scootaloo out of her lap and set her aside.  The child swayed on her hooves, arms dangling limp at her sides as she stared off into the distance.  Rainbow Dash had to bite her lower lip at the sight.  Seeing Scootaloo zonked out was a massive turn-on she didn't know she had.


"Okay, starting at the beginning again..." Twilight said calmly, clambering to her feet so she could address Rainbow Dash directly.  


***


It had taken Twilight explaining it two more times before Dash finally seemed to understand and accept what she was saying.  She was patient about it; it WAS a huge thing to drop on somepony, particularly in the sensitive situation that Dash had been caught in.


"Right.  So Applejack is buckin' Apple Bloom right now, and Rarity's buckin' Sweetie Belle?" Dash asked, massaging her temples as her head pounded.


"If you insist on such vulgar language, yes.  And Pinkie's been playing with the Cake twins," Twilight agreed, nodding.


"And you've got some evil spirit inside you that manifests and gives you huge power, but also drives you to diddle kids?" Dash summarized.


"Not quite.  My Nightmare is ME.  I'm not possessed by some external entity. It's a part of me; a powerful, lustful part of me.  And it's not 'evil,' Rainbow.  It's just... different.  And yes, it has a strong libido and a preference for the young, but so do I," Twilight corrected gently, "...Though it's more aggressive about it.  When I transform, I'm not really in control; my darker, more... forceful... impulses take over."


"...So the 'Princess of Foal Love' thing... that's not just a joke?" Dash asked, still sounding like she was half-convinced this was some bizarre, elaborate prank.


"No.  It's real.  Celestia created the title for me.  She's been... guiding me... for years.  Since I was a little filly," Twilight explained, her voice low and serious.


"...And you were about to brainwash me, if I wasn't already a foal-diddler myself?" Dash asked, giving Twilight the vicious side-eye.  A large droplet of sweat rolled down the side of the purple alicorn's face.


"Um.  Yes.  But I would've been nice and gentle about it and you would have had a lot of fun!" Twilight said defensively, waving her hands in front of her.  Dash glowered at her, but a small smirk was tugging at the corners of her mouth. 


"...Honestly, I should've guessed you were a pedo too.  I've caught you starin' at Scootaloo's plot more than a few times.  And Apple Bloom.  And Sweetie Belle.  And Button Mash.  And Flurry Heart," Dash listed off on her hooves, "...Actually, you just check out fillies and colts a lot in general, Twi.  It wasn't exactly subtle, now that I think about it."


Twilight coughed and looked away, embarrassed as she replied, "I, uh... I try to be discreet... but, yes... I have a... healthy... appreciation for the younger form."


"Uh-huh.  Pretty darned healthy and throbbing, right?" Rainbow teased, flicking a finger at one of Twilight's stiff, purple-and-pink mottled shafts, making the alicorn grunt softly.


"But what about you?" asked Twilight, not as an accusation, but in honest curiosity, "When did this start?" She gestured at the scene, at the still-dazed Scootaloo and the drying cum that coated the lakeshore.


Dash's confident smirk softened, replaced by a more introspective expression.  She sat down on a nearby rock, her massive cyan and pink cock still jutting out from between her thighs, a silent testament to her arousal.  She was surprisingly calm about discussing this, now that the initial shock had worn off.


"Honestly... I'm not sure," she began, her voice quiet, "I mean... I've always kinda had a thing for kids boiling under the surface.  I'd get a hard-on if I was around little colts roughhousing or fillies playing with dolls, but I never thought about it too hard.  You know me.  Deep thought isn't exactly my style.   I'd just jerk off and move on, pretending it was just me being a horny pegasus; you know the stereotypes."


Twilight nodded, listening intently. She sat on another rock opposite Dash, her own dual cocks resting on her lap, pulsing gently with a life of their own.


"You're not giving yourself enough credit, but go on," Twilight said gently, reaching out to gently rub her friend's back between her wings. Dash leaned into the touch, her wings fluttering slightly.


"So... it kinda boiled up more and more," Dash continued, her voice a little shaky, "Especially after I took Scootaloo under my wing.  I loved her from the start, you know?  Like a little sister.  She's the coolest kid in the world, and even if I wanted to bend her over and blast her full o' pegasus spunk, I also just wanted to ruffle her mane and buy her ice cream.  It was... confusing."


"I get that," said Twilight earnestly.


"Annnyway, we started spending more and more time together, and I... uh... I started to slip," the cyan pegasus admitted, blushing deeply, "I'd touch her a little more than I should.  Her wings, her flanks, her plot.  Just little stuff.  I never got too forward.  And then a bit more.  I'd let her 'catch' me coming out of the shower, or let her see me pitching a tent when we were watching a movie.  I got a kick outta her blushin' and stammerin'."


"And you kept escalating?  Pushing it a bit further and further?" Twilight asked.


"Heh, nope. Scoots was the one who pushed it," Rainbow Dash said, a proud, affectionate smile spreading across her face.  "I mean, yeah, I was nudging her towards it, but... she was the one who actually made the first move.  I was giving her a back rub after a long day of practice, and she just... rolled over and asked me if my 'thingie' ever got stiff.  My mouth went dry and my dick got hard in like, half a second.  I think my brain actually short-circuited."


"What did you say?" Twilight asked, leaning forward, her own arousal growing at the thought.


"I... I panicked.  It was SO uncool," Dash sighed, burying her face in her palms at the memory, "I'm there stammering and then, Scootaloo is pullin' down her shorts.  And the most beautiful orange and pink cock I've ever seen pops out.  And she goes 'See? Mine gets stiff ALL the time!' and she starts tugging on it.  And I just... I couldn't resist anymore."


"...So you started having 'private time'?" Twilight guessed.


"...Yeah," Rainbow Dash said, a fond look in her eyes, "It started out slow.  A lot of touching, a lot of rubbing, a lot of 'show me yours and I'll show you mine.'  She was so curious, so eager to learn.  And I was... so eager to teach her.  It felt... natural.  It felt right.  I never felt any guilt about it, not once.  It just felt like... this was how it was supposed to be."


Rainbow Dash looked over at the small, orange filly, who was still standing there in a daze, her mind lost in the depths of Twilight's spell.  There was a look of pure, unadulterated love in Dash's eyes, a fierce, protective affection that was so powerful it was almost palpable.  It was clear that, for her, this wasn't just about lust, or about fulfilling a dark, forbidden desire.  It was about love.  It was about a connection that transcended age, that defied societal norms, that was, in its own twisted, beautiful way, pure and true.


"So... yeah," she concluded, her voice barely a whisper, "I've been... teaching... her for a couple of months now.  She's a fast learner.  And... I love her.  I really, really love her."


"That's... actually really sweet, Rainbow," said Twilight gently. She reached out and placed a hand on Dash's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.  "I'm glad to know that she's with somepony who loves her."


Dash looked at Twilight, her magenta eyes shining with unshed tears.  She was surprised by the Alicorn's reaction, by the warmth and understanding in her voice.  She had expected judgment, condemnation, maybe even disgust.  But instead, she found... acceptance.  She found a kindred spirit.


"So... you're really the Princess of Foal Love?" Dash asked, a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips.


"The one and only," Twilight replied with a grin, flexing her hips and making her two mottled shafts bob and weave in the air, "And it seems I've found my first official knight.  I've already got a few disciples or priestesses."


Dash's grin widened, her confidence returning in a rush.  "Heh, you better believe it, Princess. I'm the Element of Loyalty, after all.  And I'm loyal to the things I love.  And right now, I love the idea of a whole kingdom full of happy, horny foals."


Twilight's heart swelled with pride and affection.  She had been so worried about this moment, so afraid of how her friends would react.  But here was Rainbow Dash, the most competitive, the most stubborn, the most fiercely loyal of them all, accepting her new role with open arms.  It was a victory, a sign that her mission was not just a delusion, not just a product of her own twisted desires, but a real, tangible possibility.


"Then welcome to the club, Sir Rainbow," Twilight said, her voice full of warmth and authority, "Your first order is to help me with your little squire here."


Dash's eyes lit up with excitement, her competitive spirit immediately kicking in.  "You got it, Princess.  What do you need me to do?"


"Well, first, noble knight, you need to learn the Three Rules of Foal Love," Twilight said, playfully, "Rule number one: Foal-love is natural and normal. Pedophilia is healthy and pleasurable.  It's not something to be ashamed of, but something to be celebrated."


"Awesome," Dash said, smiling wide, "It'd be great not to have to hide how hot I think the little foals are."


"Rule two: Innocence must be preserved.  For the innocence of children is the most arousing part," Twilight continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "We want to teach them about pleasure, but we don't want to corrupt them.  We want them to remain the sweet, innocent little foals they are, even as they're learning to be sexually expressive."


Dash's eyes widened with understanding, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face. "Oh, yeah.  I get that.  That's the best part.  The way Squirt's eyes get all wide and curious...  The way she blushes when she sees my dick...  That's what does it for me."


Twilight's phalluses gave a lurch, her inner walls quivering at the thought.  "Precisely.  Sex is a heavy, important topic, and foals don't deserve to have it complicated by stuff like shame, fear, and guilt.  They're already perfect.  Let them think it's the world's most fun game.  Don't teach them the birds and bees and the facts of life until they're older.  Let them believe in the 'special games' big sisters and brothers play with little foals."


"And Rule Three?" Rainbow Dash asked, her voice thick with desire.


"Rule three: Everyone is either a foal-lover, or hasn't learned the pleasure of it yet.  It is the duty of those who have learned the pleasure to introduce others," Twilight explained, a look of amusement and arousal on her face, "Which incidentally, is why I was here for you."


"Yeah," snorted Dash, stifling laughter, "You were a little late on that one, Princess."


"True.  Anyway, our job is to teach this to other ponies.  Admittedly, mind control spells help move that along," Twilight said, shrugging.


"...Speaking of which, why is Scootaloo zonked?" Rainbow Dash asked, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if afraid the child might somehow hear her. She gestured to the small, orange filly, who was still standing there in a daze, her eyes wide and unfocused, her body limp and pliable under the influence of the spell.  She looked like a beautiful, life-sized doll, a perfect, unresisting plaything for their depraved desires.


"Rule 2," Twilight said simply, "Preserve innocence.  Kinda hard to do that when we're sitting down to have a conversation about bucking lil' kids right in front of her.  On top of that, it's easier (and more fun) to play with a kid that's under a spell.  They're not scared, or nervous, or shy.  They're just... pliant.  They just do what you tell them to do, and they feel everything you make them feel.  And they'll only remember what you let them remember."


Rainbow Dash felt an altogether unfamiliar jolt of jealousy for unicorns and their magic.  Normally, the prideful pegasus would be loath to admit any unicorn's superiority, but the idea of being able to just snap her fingers and turn Scootaloo into a mindless, obedient fuck-toy... it was intoxicating. It was the ultimate power, the ultimate control, the ultimate expression of her dominant, predatory nature.


"Man, I wish I could do that," Dash said, her voice a low, guttural growl of desire. Her cock throbbed in response to the thought, the thick, mottled flesh pulsing with a primal need. She could feel a fresh surge of arousal, a hot, tight knot of pleasure coiling in her belly, her mind already racing with the possibilities, with the things she could do, the pleasures she could experience.


"I have a solution for that that I've given to Pinkie and Applejack, actually, but... um... it involves my Nightmare.  And... uh..." Twilight said, scratching the back of her head. 


"Oh?" Rainbow asked curiously, frowning.


"...Okay, um... Disclaimer: I'm not responsible for anything I do after this point," Twilight said with a sigh, "I might as well have drunk too much of that one batch of zap apple cider that fermented too long." 


"...So, what, you're gonna dance naked with a lampshade on your head?" Dash asked, grinning at a memory.


"Not quite, but I'll be just as... um... uninhibited," Twilight said, trying to find a polite way to explain that she was going to turn into a sly, malevolent, corruptive, and horny version of herself that wanted to buck foals into the ground.


"...Just... do whatever you're gonna do.  I'll go with the flow," Rainbow Dash said, shrugging.


"...Well.  Here goes," Twilight said, closing her eyes.


With a column of black light, the Princess of Friendship's form was consumed by a surge of dark magic. Rainbow Dash recoiled, stepping back as a wave of cold, unsettling energy washed over the lakeside. The air crackled with an eerie power, the scent of ozone filling her nostrils. The familiar, warm presence of her friend was gone, replaced by something else, something ancient, something predatory.


The column of light dissipated, and the creature that stood in Twilight's place was a vision of beautiful, terrifying depravity.  It was a slender six-year-old alicorn foal, no taller than Scootaloo herself. Her fur was a deep, dark purple, so dark it seemed to absorb the light around it, a stark contrast to the bright, cheerful purple of the Alicorn she had been just moments before. Her mane and tail were a waterfall of black hair, streaked with vibrant, electric purple, the strands moving with a life of their own, swirling and coiling in the air like vipers.


But it was her eyes that truly captivated and horrified Dash. They were a shimmering, glowing cyan, like two captured bolts of lightning, and they were slitted like a cat's, full of a sly, malevolent intelligence that was both captivating and terrifying.  They were the eyes of a predator, a hunter, a creature that knew exactly what it wanted and how to get it.


Her body was a paradox of innocence and corruption.  She had the soft, chubby features of a toddler, the rounded belly and stubby legs of a child, but from between her legs sprouted two thirteen-inch horse penises, a shocking, obscene display of adult sexuality on such a young, innocent frame.  They were mottled pink and purple, just like Twilight's, but smaller, more compact, with a raw, untamed energy that seemed to pulse and throb with a life of their own.  They were hard and erect, the flared tips glistening with a clear, sticky fluid, a silent promise of the pleasure they were capable of inflicting.


"...Okay, that might be the second-hawtest thing I've ever seen in my life behind Scootaloo's first cumshot," Dash breathed out, her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide with a mix of shock, arousal, and a growing sense of unease.  She couldn't look away, couldn't tear her gaze from the captivating, terrifying sight before her.


Midnight Sparkle, the Nightmare, turned her glowing, slitted eyes to Dash, a slow, sly smile spreading across her face.  Her voice was a low, husky purr, a seductive melody that seemed to vibrate through the air, sending a shiver of desire down the pegasus's spine.


"You like my new look, Dashie?" she asked, her voice dripping with a malevolent charm.  The diminutive "Dashie" was a familiar, affectionate nickname, but coming from this creature, it sounded like a threat, a promise of dark, forbidden pleasures to come.


"Uh... yeah?" Dash stammered, her cock giving an involuntary throb of arousal.  She was confused and desperately aroused by the sight of her friend having transformed into a child.  The sheer depravity of it, the way it twisted and corrupted everything she thought she knew, was intoxicating, a potent aphrodisiac that made her head spin and her heart race.


"Good," Midnight purred, her eyes glowing with a predatory gleam.  She took a step forward, her small, foal-like body moving with a grace and confidence that was unsettling, a stark contrast to her innocent appearance.  Her dual penises bounced and swayed with each step, the mottled pink and purple flesh a tantalizing promise of the pleasure she could provide.


"You want a gift, Rainbow Dash?  A little piece of my magic?  Something that will help you with your little... pet?" she asked, her voice a low, seductive whisper, her eyes fixated on the cyan pegasus's massive, erect cock.  She could see the desire in Dash's eyes, the way her body trembled with anticipation, and it made her own arousal spike, a hot, tight knot of pleasure coiling in her belly.


Rainbow Dash was torn.  Her loyalty to her friend warred with her lust for this creature, her desire for the power it offered.  She knew that this was not Twilight, not really.  This was something else, something darker, more dangerous.  But the pull was too strong, the temptation too great.  She was a creature of impulse, of passion, and right now, her passion was telling her to accept the offer, to embrace the darkness, to take what was being offered.


"...What's the catch?" Dash asked, her voice a low, cautious growl. She was not a fool. She knew that deals with the devil, even a devil in the form of a six-year-old alicorn with two dicks, always came with a price.


Midnight Sparkle laughed, a high, tinkling sound that was both innocent and sinister, a chilling contradiction that sent a shiver down Dash's spine. "Heh.  Smart.  I knew you'd be worth having on my side.  The catch is that in exchange for the power to dominate others... You'll have to allow yourself to be dominated."


"Oh, hells, yes," Dash said eagerly, dropping to her hands and knees and raising her tail high, "Gettin' pounded by a two-cocked hawt foal?  Inject that into my VEINS.  Or better yet, my pussy!"


Midnight stammered, wide-eyed and bemused, "Uh... buh... wha... That's... That's not what I mean, though I appreciate it..." The child-like Nightmare seemed taken aback by the pegasus's immediate and enthusiastic offer of submission, her slitted cyan eyes blinking in surprise.


Dash looked back over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow curiously, "What DID you mean, then?"
"I meant that I was going to mind control you.  Permanently," Midnight Sparkle clarified, "You would still be you, but you would be... mine.  And you would serve me, and my cause."


"Okay, so... seriously, what's the catch?" Rainbow Dash asked, genuinely confused.  The idea of being bound to this powerful, sexy creature, of serving her in her mission to spread the joy of foal-love, was not a drawback in her eyes. It was a perk. It was a dream come true.


"...The catch is... you have to obey me without question," Midnight said, a little exasperated by Dash's... lack of... well, resistance. She had expected a little hesitation or maybe a negotiation.  She had not expected the pegasus to just... accept.


"...And...?" Dash asked, staring at Midnight like she was an idiot.  The child-like alicorn's eyes were glowing brightly in confusion and a bit of frustration.  The pegasus's response was not at all what she had anticipated.


"...There IS no 'and,' Rainbow.  That's it.  You just have to do what I say.  All the time.  No exceptions.  You'll be my slave, my servant, my... pet," Midnight explained, her voice a low, serious growl.


Dash just stared at her for a long moment, her mind processing the information.  She thought about it, really thought about it, and then she shrugged.


"So... I get to be your second-in-command, a knight in your new order of foal-lovers, get magic that lets me mind-control other ponies, and I get to keep buckin' Scoots?  And other foals?  And all I have to do is listen to the awesome kid-princess with two dicks who I already agree with?" Dash summarized, "And there's no... downside?  At all?"


Midnight blinked, her slitted cyan eyes wide with disbelief.  This was not how this was supposed to go.  There was supposed to be a struggle, a conflict, a moment of doubt.  Instead, there was... enthusiasm.  There was a complete and total acceptance of the deal, an eagerness to embrace the darkness that was both flattering and a little bit insulting to her carefully crafted persona of a malevolent, corrupting force.


"...Well... when you put it like that... no?" Midnight admitted, scratching the back of her head in confusion.  She felt like she was losing control of the situation, a strange and unfamiliar feeling for a creature of her power and intelligence.


"...Okay, cool.  Do it," Dash said, with a grin, "I'm in."
"Well... okay then.  That's... I guess I can't argue with enthusiastic, well-informed consent..." Midnight remarked, blinking a few more times.  She was a creature of chaos and corruption, a manifestation of Twilight's darkest desires, but even she had her limits.  The sheer, unadulterated eagerness of the pegasus was throwing her off her game.
Midnight stepped forward, walking around to face Dash, eye-to-eye.  She stared into the pegasus's magenta eyes, her own glowing with a dark, hypnotic light.  Dash stared back, her gaze unwavering, her expression one of eager anticipation.  She was ready, she was willing, and she was more than a little turned on by the prospect of being bound to this powerful, sexy creature.


"Just relax, Rainbow Dash," Midnight purred, her voice a low, seductive melody that seemed to wrap around Dash's mind, pulling her into a state of calm, receptive relaxation.  "Let my voice wash over you.  Let my magic fill you.  There is nothing to fear.  There is only pleasure.  There is only service.  There is only me."


Dash felt a warmth spreading through her body, a tingling sensation that started in her toes and spread up her legs, coiling in her belly like a warm, comfortable blanket.  She could feel the magic seeping into her, filling her with a sense of peace and contentment, a feeling of belonging, of purpose.  It was a welcome feeling, a relief from the constant, gnawing hunger that had plagued her for so long, the secret shame that she had hidden from the world.


"You are a loyal pony, Rainbow Dash," Midnight continued, her voice a low, hypnotic drone that seemed to echo in the confines of Dash's mind.  "You are the Element of Loyalty.  But your loyalty has been misplaced.  You have been loyal to a world that does not understand you, a world that would judge you, condemn you for who you are, for what you desire.  But I understand you.  I accept you.  I cherish you."


The electric blue of the little girl's eyes, surrounding the endless black void of her slitted pupils, seemed to fill Dash's entire world.  She couldn't look away, couldn't break the spell that was being woven around her.  She was lost in those eyes, lost in the promises they held, the promises of acceptance, of fulfillment, of a life without shame or regret.


"Listen to my voice. Feel it fill your head. Your thoughts are slowing down. Everything is going quiet. The world is falling away," Midnight said, smiling, her fangs on display.  Dash barely noticed, feeling drowsiness wash over her.  Her fat, drooling trumpet was rubbing in the grass under her, sending pleasant jolts through her.  She was getting sleepy.  It was hard to think.  


"That's it.  Let your eyelids get heavy.  Let them droop.  It's so hard to keep them open, isn't it, Dashie?  But don't close them.  Keep looking at me.  Keep looking into my eyes.  You can't look away.  You don't want to look away.  You want to keep looking into my eyes, forever and ever and ever."


Those eyes filled Dash's mind, driving out anything else.  She shivered, sleepiness growing stronger and stronger.


"The sleepier you get, the harder your cock gets.  The harder your cock gets, the sleepier you get," Midnight's hypnotic voice went on, "Your body is so relaxed.  So heavy.  So limp.  You can't move.  You don't want to move.  You just want to lie there and listen to my voice.  And stare into my eyes.  And feel your cock get harder and harder and harder."


Rainbow Dash's penis, already hard and drooling, became even more rigid, the flesh feeling as if it were carved from granite.  Her lower belly began to ache, a pleasant, warm ache that seemed to radiate from her loins, a constant, throbbing reminder of her arousal.  She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, a steady, rhythmic beat that seemed to sync with the hypnotic cadence of Midnight's voice, her entire being focused on the sensation, the pleasure, the overwhelming desire that was consuming her.


"You are a good pony, Rainbow Dash.  A loyal pony.  You want to be a good, loyal pony for me, don't you?  You want to serve me.  You want to please me.  It gives you pleasure to please me.  It is your purpose to please me.  Say it.  Say 'I want to please you, Midnight.'"


"...I want to please you, Midnight..." Dash slurred, her voice thick with sleep and arousal.  The words came out on their own, a reflex.


"All you are allowed to think about are colts and fillies.  Foal cunnies... Foal cocks," Midnight commanded, her voice a low, seductive purr.


"All I am allowed to think about are colts and fillies.  Foal cunnies... Foal cocks..." Dash repeated, her eyes glazing over. Her mind was becoming a blank slate, a clean canvas for Midnight to paint her desires upon.  The very idea of having any thoughts other than those was becoming... unthinkable.


"The more you think about it, the more your penis wil throb.  Your pussy will clench and quiver.  Your nipples will get so hard.  You won't be able to stop thinking about foal-sex.  It will be your only thought.  Your only desire.  Your only purpose."


Rainbow Dash's body responded to the command, a wave of intense pleasure washing over her.  Her cock throbbed violently, the flared head expanding, a thick, pearly glob of precum beading at the slit.  Her pussy clenched and quivered, a fresh gush of her slick arousal soaking her inner thighs.  Her nipples, already hard, tightened into sensitive points, aching to be touched, to be teased, to be pleasured.  Her mind was a whirlwind of images, of fantasies, of memories, all of them centered around the one thing that she was now allowed to think about: the sweet, innocent beauty of foals.


"Keep throbbing.  Harder.  Harder. Feel the pressure building..." Midnight ordered, her hand caressing her clitoris as she watched the light drain out of her friend's eyes.


"...Keep throbbing... Harder..." mumbled Dash, her voice devoid of its usual brash confidence, replaced by a vacant, dreamy monotone. Her cock obeyed, pulsating with an almost painful intensity, the thick, mottled flesh straining, the prominent veins standing out like ropes under the skin. A deep, insistent ache settled in her loins, a constant, throbbing reminder of her arousal, a fire that burned hotter and hotter with each passing moment, consuming her from the inside out.  The length flexed rhythmically, the head saucering further.


"That's it.  Think of Scootaloo.  Feel your cock throb harder the more you think of her... Until you cum.  You cannot stop cumming, and you will not lose your arousal.  Your cock will not soften.  You will never be satisfied, always wanting more.  Cumming will only make you want to cum more," the Nightmare commanded, her voice a low, hypnotic purr that sent shivers of pleasure down Dash's spine.


At the mention of Scootaloo's name, a fresh wave of pleasure crashed over Dash.  Her cock throbbed violently, the flared head expanding, a thick, pearly glob of precum beading at the slit.  She could see the filly's face in her mind's eye, her magenta eyes wide with adoration, her small, orange body trembling with pleasure.  She could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her fur, the tight, wet heat of her little cunny.


And then, with a sudden, sharp gasp, she felt her control slip away.  Her body was a storm of conflicting sensations, the pleasure too intense, the arousal too overwhelming.  With a mighty surge, she erupted.


A thick, creamy jet of pearly-white pegasus-cum erupted from the tip of Rainbow Dash's pulsating penis, the force of the ejaculation so powerful that it splattered loudly against the grassy ground in front of her, the warm, sticky fluid immediately soaking into the earth.  Another jet followed immediately after, even more voluminous than the first, accompanied by a loud, guttural moan from the pegasus that echoed across the secluded lake.  Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably, her lithe, athletic frame wracked with wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, her mind going completely blank as the intense orgasm consumed every fiber of her being.


Dash's medial ring bulged prominently along her shaft with every pulse, the flared tip expanding and contracting as it sent thick gouts of spunk flying through the air. Her pussy quaked and clenched in rhythm with each ejaculation, the empty walls fluttering as if milking a phantom lover, a fresh gush of her own slick arousal squirting out in a messy spray that added to the growing slippery mess beneath her. The sound of her unrestrained cries of ecstasy, the intoxicating sight of her cum-soaked body, it all combined to create a symphony of depraved ecstasy that echoed across the secluded lake.


Rainbow Dash's magnificent cock was a firehose, the thick, creamy jets of cum splattering against the ground, the warm fluid running down her thighs and pooling on the grassy ground below. Her entire body was convulsing, her lithe frame wracked with wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, her mind a blank slate of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.  She was a mess, a sticky, gooey mess of her own making, but she was a happy, proud mess, a testament to her own virility and the power of her own pleasure.


But, as per Midnight's command, the orgasm did not bring relief.  It did not bring satisfaction.  It only brought a deeper, more intense arousal, a burning need that demanded to be sated, a hunger that grew more insatiable with each passing moment.  Her cock remained rock-hard, the flesh a deep, angry-looking blue, the veins throbbing with a desperate need.  Her pussy continued to clench and quiver, a fresh gush of arousal soaking her inner thighs.  Her nipples remained hard, aching for a touch that was not there.


Midnight watched with a sly, satisfied smile, her own arousal spiking at the sight of the pegasus's endless, unsatisfying climax.  She could see the thick ropes of cum coating the ground, the way the pearly fluid dripped from Dash's flared tip, the way her body trembled with the force of her orgasm.  The sight was breathtaking, a forbidden tableau of pure, unadulterated lust that sent a surge of desire through her system.


"Uhhhhnnnngh..." moaned Dash, an oddly unenthusiastic noise for a pony who was in the throes of a truly epic ejaculation.  Each blast of spunk was emptying out her brain, leaving it to be filled by the only thoughts she was allowed to have, thoughts of little foals and their tight little holes.


Drool began to escape the corners of her slack mouth, trickling down her chin and dripping onto the grass below.  Her eyes were open, but they were seeing something else, something that only existed in the newly-created confines of her mind.  A fantasy, a dream, a memory, all blended together into a single, overwhelming reality.  She could see Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, all the little foals of Ponyville, their bodies bare and willing, their eyes full of a sweet, innocent desire that mirrored her own.


And still, she came.  The flow of semen from her massive cock showed no signs of abating, the thick, creamy fluid splattering against the ground in a steady, rhythmic stream.  It was a never-ending cascade of pleasure, a waterfall of ecstasy that was both blissful and torturous, a sweet, agonizing torment that left her breathless and begging for more.


"Hehehe... good girl," Midnight cooed, reaching down to gently rub the pegasus's breasts, her small, foal-like hands a strange contrast to the powerful, athletic frame of the pegasus.  Her fingers teased Dash's hard, sensitive nipples, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through the convulsing mare.


"When there's no thoughts left except for children and foals, you can stop cumming... for now," Midnight said, smirking.  The command was a lifeline, a promise of release from the endless, overwhelming pleasure that was consuming her.


Dash's mind, already a blank slate, was now being meticulously repainted with images and thoughts of foals.  Every memory, every desire, every dream was being replaced, overwritten by the singular, all-consuming obsession that Midnight had implanted within her.  She could see their faces, their bodies, their innocent smiles, and it was the only thing that mattered, the only thing that was real.


And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the orgasm subsided.  The flow of semen from her massive cock slowed, then stopped, the thick, creamy fluid dripping from the flared tip in a final, syrupy trickle.  Her body went limp, her muscles relaxing, her breath coming in ragged, gasping pants.  But the arousal remained, a constant, throbbing presence in her loins, a burning need that demanded to be sated.


Rainbow Dash lay there, her mind a whirlwind of new thoughts and desires, her body aching with a pleasure that was both blissful and torturous.  She was no longer the brash, competitive pegasus she had been just moments ago.  She was a blank, empty vessel, a tool for Midnight's will, a loyal servant in the new order of foal-love.


Midnight watched her for a moment, a sly, satisfied smile on her face. 


"You can sit up, Rainbow Dash," Midnight commanded, her voice a low, hypnotic purr.


Rainbow Dash obeyed, her body moving with a slow, deliberate grace that was a stark contrast to her usual energetic, impulsive nature.  She sat up, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes still seeing things that were not there, her mind still lost in the world of foals and pleasure.


"Look at me," Midnight commanded.


Dash's eyes found the small, dark alicorn, her gaze unwavering, her expression one of utter mindlessness.


"You have to obey me.  Obeying me is more pleasurable than that last orgasm," Midnight purred, her hands finding Dash's hard, drooling cock and stroking it gently, her foal-like hands a stark contrast to the powerful, athletic frame of the pegasus.  She pumped the massive shaft slowly, her fingers sliding up and down the thick, mottled flesh, her eyes fixed on the pegasus's face, watching for any sign of resistance, any flicker of her old self. But there was nothing.  Only a blank, empty slate, a mindless puppet waiting for her next command.


"Your mind is a bucket that is full of foal-sex thoughts," Midnight continued, her voice a low, hypnotic drone, "It is completely and utterly full.  You cannot think of anything else.  You cannot remember anything else.  All that exists for you now is the sweet, innocent beauty of foals, and the pleasure you can give them, and the pleasure they can give you."


"...Must obey you... obeying feels better than cumming...." Dash repeated, her voice a monotone, her eyes glazing over as the words took root in her mind, "Mind is full... bucket... full of foal-sex thoughts..."


Midnight's smile widened, a predatory gleam in her slitted cyan eyes. She could feel the pegasus's cock throbbing in her hand, the thick, mottled flesh pulsing with a desperate need. She could see the desire in Dash's eyes, the way her body trembled with anticipation, and it made her own arousal spike, a hot, tight knot of pleasure coiling in her belly.


"Tell me, have you and Scootaloo actually had sex yet?  Have you taken either her penis or vaginal virginity?" she asked the pegasus. Her voice was low and husky, her words a seductive whisper that seemed to wrap around Dash's mind, pulling her deeper into the hypnotic trance.


"...No, Princess Midnight," Dash said, her head lolling a bit as she answered, "I was building up to it, but we mostly just rub or suck each other a bit.  I wanted it to be special.  I was planning on doing it for her birthday."


Midnight chuckled, "That's adorable.  We're going to do it now.  She'll forget it happened, but you'll remember."  She gave a few more pumps to Dash's still-rigid cock, making the pegasus gasp.  "Now...  lay back and spread your legs wide for her."


"Lay back... spread my legs," Rainbow Dash repeated, her voice a monotone drone as she obeyed without question.  She lay back on the grassy ground, her legs falling open, her massive, mottled blue and pink cock standing proud and erect, a silent testament to her unquenchable desire.  Her pussy was slick and wet, the delicate folds glistening with her arousal.


Midnight turned her attention to the still-dazed Scootaloo, who was standing there, her mind lost in the depths of the spell.  The filly was a beautiful, innocent vision, her small, orange body trembling with a pleasure she couldn't understand, her eyes wide and unfocused.  She was a perfect, pliable plaything, a blank canvas for Midnight to paint her desires upon.


"Scootaloo, come here," she commanded.


The little child raised her arms straight out like a sleepwalker, her hooves shuffling on the grass as she moved towards the dark foal alicorn.  Her movements were slow and deliberate, her body a puppet on invisible strings.  She stopped in front of Midnight, her eyes still wide and vacant, her mind a blank slate.


Midnight appraised her.  They were almost the same height, though Scootaloo's build was more athletic, more solid.  The little pegasus had the compact, wiry frame of a future athlete, her muscles lean and defined, a testament to her hours of practice on her scooter.  Midnight's body, in contrast, was softer, more rounded, the soft, chubby features of a girl just leaving toddlerhood, a stark contrast to the powerful, predatory intelligence that shone in her eyes.


"Grip your penis by the sheath.  Then go between Dash's legs, and press your flare against her cunny," Midnight commanded.


Scootaloo's small hands moved with a practiced familiarity, her fingers wrapping around the base of her own stiff cock, the soft, fuzzy sheath warm against her palm.  Her 10-inch fillycock stood proud and erect, the mottled pink and orange flesh glistening with a copious amount of precum that dripped from the flared tip.  She shuffled forward, her movements clumsy but obedient, her mind a blank slate, her body a tool for Midnight's will.


She positioned herself between Dash's widespread legs, the older pegasus's body still trembling with the aftershocks of her endless orgasm.  Scootaloo looked down, her vacant eyes taking in the sight of Dash's slick, wet pussy, the delicate folds glistening with arousal.  She could feel the heat radiating from the older pegasus's body, a sweet, intoxicating warmth that made her own cock throb with need.
She did as she was told, pressing her flared tip against the entrance to Dash's cunny.  The soft, wet folds parted slightly, welcoming her, the slick heat a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come.


Dash gasped, her body arching off the ground, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as the filly's hot, hard flesh touched her most sensitive place.  Her eyes fluttered closed, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and anticipation.  She could feel the filly's hard, pulsating cock against her, the pressure a sweet, agonizing torment that made her ache with a need that was almost unbearable.


"How much do you like Rainbow Dash?" Midnight asked, stepping behind the child to caress the other child's nipples playfully. Her small, foal-like hands gently pinched and rolled the small, sensitive nubs, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through the young filly's body.


"...Rainbow Dash is the best pony in the world.  She's my big sister, my hero, and the coolest pony ever," Scootaloo replied, her voice a monotone drone.  Her eyes shimmered with prismatic magic, staring off into space, but her body responded to the touch, a soft shiver running down her spine.  Her cock, still pressed against Dash's cunny, throbbed with a desperate need.


"Is she pretty?" Midnight whispered in her ear, her breath hot against the filly's sensitive skin.


"...Very pretty.  She has the most beautiful rainbow mane and tail.  She's so strong and fast and athletic.  Her smile is the best thing in the world," Scootaloo answered.


"Do you want to make her feel really, really, really good?" Midnight asked, sliding her erections against the small of Scootaloo's spine.  Despite the rigid heat, the mindless pony did not even flinch at the touch, too deeply under to even notice.  The small child simply stood and waited for her next instruction.


"...Yes.  I want to make her feel the best.  I want to make her feel better than anypony has ever felt before," Scootaloo answered.  Her hips began to rock slowly, her small, athletic body moving in a steady, mesmerizing rhythm.  Her cock slid back and forth against Dash's slick folds, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through both of them.


"Good.  Good girl.  Now push," Midnight commanded.


Scootaloo obeyed, pushing her hips forward with a slow, steady pressure.  Her flared tip, slick with precum, parted the delicate folds of Dash's cunny, stretching the tight, wet heat to accommodate her girth.  There was a moment of resistance, a tight, clinging barrier that refused to yield.


Then, with a sudden, wet pop, she was in.


Dash cried out, a high, sharp gasp of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.  Her body arched off the ground, her wings flaring out wide, her back bowing as the filly's hard, throbbing cock breached her deepest, most intimate place.  The sensation was overwhelming, a dizzying, intoxicating rush of pleasure that sent her mind reeling.  She could feel the filly's thick, veiny flesh stretching her, filling her, the flared head pulsing inside her, a perfect, exquisite fit.


Scootaloo gasped too, a small, breathy sound of surprise and pleasure.  The tight, wet heat of Dash's cunny was a revelation, a sensation so intense, so overwhelming, that it stole her breath away.  Her entire body went rigid, her small frame trembling with the force of the pleasure that was coursing through her.  Her little wings buzzed uncontrollably, a frantic, fluttering motion that was a testament to the intensity of the experience.


She felt an instinct she did not understand.  Her hips began to move, to thrust, to find a rhythm that was both familiar and new.  She pulled back slowly, the thick, mottled flesh of her cock sliding against the tight, wet walls of Dash's cunny, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her small body.  Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, she drove herself back in, burying herself to the hilt, the soft, fuzzy sheath of her cock pressing against the older pegasus's slick folds.


"Again," Midnight commanded, her voice a low, husky purr that was thick with her own arousal.  She watched as Scootaloo pulled back, her fat trumpet tugging at Dash's entrance, then thrust in again awkwardly. The little girl moaned, her cunny dripping, not even aware of what was happening to her own body. "And again. And again. And again."


Scootaloo had no choice but to obey. Her thoughts weren't her own. The idea of disobedience was impossible. Her hips moved, thrusting in and out of Dash's slick heat. Her movements were clumsy and inexperienced, but Dash seemed to be enjoying it immensely.


"Nnn... Ah... Hhahh!" Dash whined, her magenta eyes rolling back in her head. The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating, a sweet, desperate melody that made Scootaloo's cock throb with an almost unbearable need.


She could feel the filly's hard, throbbing flesh sliding in and out of her, the flared head stretching her, filling her, the friction a constant, tantalizing tease.  She could feel the filly's small, athletic body pressing against her, the heat of her skin, the rapid beat of her heart.  It was all a dizzying, intoxicating rush of sensation that made her head spin and her heart race. Her massive blue and pink cock, still rock-hard, slapped against her stomach with each of the child's thrusts, the dull thump a perverse counterpoint to the wet sounds of their union.


Scootaloo's cock, while small compared to a teenager, and especially compared to a fully-grown stallion or mare, was still large for a kid her size and age. The sheer perversity of its smaller size, the way it didn't complete fill her the same as someone her age would have done, felt all the more arousing. Her cunny walls clenched and fluttered around the girl's small shaft, a desperate, hungry need for more. The small girl's medial ring popped past her entrance with each thrust, and each plorp made Dash cry out in pleasure.


Midnight wasn't about to be left out.  She clambered onto Dash's chest, her twin phalluses bouncing off the pegasus's chin.  The fat, swollen saucers filled Dash's view, already dripping with a thick, viscous purple fluid.  They twitched, bouncing and dancing as the filly-foal Nightmare shifted her weight.  She looked down at the mindless pegasus, a sly, predatory grin spreading across her face.


"You wanted a gift, Dashie?  You're going to get two," Midnight purred, her voice a low, husky sound that was thick with desire.  She gripped both of her cocks in her foal-hands, aiming them directly at Dash's mouth.


"Suck," she commanded.


Dash, her mind a blank slate filled only with thoughts of foals and pleasure, opened her mouth without hesitation.  Her lips, already wet and swollen, parted to welcome the dark alicorn's gifts.  She could feel the heat of the flesh against her tongue, the soft, velvety texture of the mottled skin, the slight, salty taste of the purple cum that was beading at the slits.


Midnight moaned, her head tilting back as the obedient pegasus took her lower cock into her mouth. She could feel Dash's tongue swirling around the flared head, exploring the sensitive ridges and valleys. Midnight's steadily oozing purple emission had already stained Dash's chin and was slowly dribbling down her throat.  Its color might have been weird and unnatural, a thick milky violet, but it tasted just like any other semen, albeit with a faint, sweet aftertaste, like blackberries.


"That's it... Good pedo-pegasus..." the Nightmare murmured, her hips starting to rock in a slow, steady rhythm. Her upper cock bounced off Dash's nose with each slow thrust, the plump head smearing thick cum across the bridge of her muzzle.  Dash's eyes were open, but they were vacant, her mind lost in the hypnotic haze, her body a puppet for Midnight's pleasure.


The scene was a bizarre, beautiful tableau of depraved ecstasy.  A mindless pegasus, being filled at both ends by foals, one entranced, the other a manifestation of pure, corrupting power.  The sounds of their pleasure filled the air, the wet, slurping sounds of Dash's mouth on Midnight's bottom cock, the soft, rhythmic slapping of Scootaloo's hips against Dash's thighs, the low, guttural moans that escaped their lips.


"Unf.  Unf.  Unf," Scootaloo grunted, her voice a monotone devoid of any real emotion, but her body was responding to the pleasure.  Her little wings buzzed, providing just enough thrust to help her push deeper into the warm, wet heat of Dash's cunny.  Her small, athletic body moved with a clumsy, but enthusiastic, rhythm, her hips rocking back and forth, her cock sliding in and out of the older pegasus's slick folds.


Dash's body was a symphony of pleasure, her nerves on fire, her mind a blank slate filled only with the sensations that were overwhelming her.  She could feel the filly's hard, throbbing flesh stretching her, filling her, the flared head pulsing inside her, a perfect, exquisite fit.  She could feel the thick, viscous fluid of Midnight's cock coating her tongue, the heat of the flesh against her lips, the slow, steady rhythm of the Nightmare's thrusts.  The second penis slid against her face, leaving trails of thick purple pre that dripped into her eyes and down her cheeks.  Her own massive cock slapped against her belly with each thrust, a dull, rhythmic thud that was a constant reminder of her own unsated desire.


The pegasus's eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and obedience. Trapped in the depths of her own head, the hypnotized teen could only watch as a mental slideshow of foals and their bodies played out behind her eyes.  Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle flashed in her mind, Button Mash, Pipsqueak, and more.  Moaning, bucking their hips, sending mighty spouts of semen flying...  It was an unending, overwhelming flood of depraved fantasies that fueled the fire in her loins, that made her ache with a need that was almost unbearable.


She wanted to reach down, to wrap her hand around her own massive, throbbing cock, to stroke herself to the release that she so desperately craved.  But her arms were pinned by Midnight's legs, her body a prisoner to the Nightmare's desires.  She was completely at their mercy, a willing, obedient slave to their depraved whims.


"Mmmnn," moaned Midnight, her slick wetness sliding back and forth against Rainbow Dash's chest, the friction of the pegasus's soft fur a tantalizing tease against her sensitive clitoris.  Her hips began to rock faster, her thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding.  Her lower cock slid deeper into Dash's mouth, the flared head stretching the pegasus's throat, her upper cock bouncing and slapping against Dash's face, the thick, purple fluid smearing across her fur.


Scootaloo continued her clumsy, but enthusiastic thrusting, completely ensorcelled.  Her head was empty, filled with a kaleidoscopic void of color and swirling energy. Her body was an automaton, responding to Midnight's commands, her hips moving with a mind of their own. The tight, wet heat of Dash's cunny was a distant, abstract sensation, a feeling that she registered, but didn't truly understand.  All she knew was the command, the need to thrust again and again.


Midnight reached down, her small, foal-like hands finding Dash's breasts. She kneaded the soft, supple flesh, her thumbs teasing the hard, sensitive nipples, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through the convulsing mare.  Dash gasped around the cock in her mouth, her body arching off the ground, her wings flaring out wide.


"Pull off me," Midnight ordered Dash.  With a muffled mumble, Rainbow complied, her mouth opening as the Nightmare pulled her lower cock away.  A thick strand of purple semen connected them for a moment, then snapped, splattering onto Dash's chin.  She was panting, drool and purple cum dripping from her lips.  Her eyes were unfocused, a deep violet void of obedience and foal-lust.


"Tell me who you are," Midnight ordered, her glowing, slitted cyan eyes boring into the pegasus's.


"...Rainbow Dash," the cyan pegasus said slowly and sleepily, watching the fat saucer flares of the little foal pulsating in front of her muzzle.  They steadily pumped out thick, syrupy gouts of the Nightmare's dark emission.  It didn't seem to ever stop.  It was almost as if the purple girl was constantly, perpetually cumming.  The pearly purple goo dripped from the twin tips, falling onto Dash's face and chest in a steady, relentless rain.


"And what is your ambition, Rainbow Dash?" Midnight pressed.  The question seemed to throw Dash for a moment.  She blinked sleepily, trying to process through the fog over her mind.


"...Uh... To become a Wonderbolt...?  And improve my Sonic Rainboom... And, like, be the best flyer in Equestria...?" she said, confusion evident in her voice.  The words were familiar, a relic of a life that seemed a million miles away, a life that she could barely remember.


Midnight chuckled, "...Good answer, but not quite.  That's your old ambition.  The ambition you have now is to be the best pedophile in Equestria.  The best at loving foals, and showing them how wonderful it feels.  Isn't that right?"


Rainbow Dash's eyes widened slightly, the words sparking a connection deep within her hypnotized mind.  


"Oh.  Right.  My ambition is to be the best pedophile in Equestria," she repeated, her voice firm, her conviction absolute. The old ambitions, the dreams of flight and fame, seemed to fade away, replaced by a singular, all-consuming purpose.  She was no longer the fastest pegasus in Equestria. She was the most dedicated, the most enthusiastic, the most passionate pedophile in all the land.


It was that simple.  With one sentence from the little girl on her chest, all of her priorities were rewritten, her old goals deleted and overwritten with a single, pure, new purpose.  Rainbow's statement about herself was true.  She was not a pony given over to deep introspection.  Her mind, once emptied, was easily refilled by the desires of another.  It was a feature of her personality, not a bug.  Her loyalty had simply been given a new object.


"When Scootaloo spurts inside you, you will have the hardest orgasm of your life," Midnight purred, "And you will understand your purpose completely.  Now get back to sucking."  


"Yeah... I'll get back to-- MMMPH!" Dash started to say, but was cut off as the Nightmare shoved the lower of her throbbing, leaking shafts back into the pegasus's mouth.  Without any hesitation, Rainbow Dash began to nurse on it again, her tongue lapping at the flared head, her lips sucking with a desperate, hungry need. The taste of the viscous purple fluid was now a familiar, comforting flavor, a sweet reward for her obedience.


Scootaloo, oblivious to the exchange, continued her rhythmic thrusting, her small, athletic body moving with a clumsy, but determined, grace.  Her cock, still hard and pulsing, slid in and out of Dash's slick heat, the friction a constant, tantalizing tease that pushed the older pegasus closer and closer to the edge.


The little orange pegasus filly's hips began to buck more erratically, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.  Her body was a storm of conflicting sensations, the pleasure too intense, the arousal too overwhelming.  She could feel a familiar pressure building in her loins, a tingling sensation that started in her hooves, ran up her legs as her thighs tensed almost painfully.  Her pussy clenched and quivered, a fresh gush of her slick arousal soaking her inner thighs, her little wings fluttering uncontrollably.  A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that was almost a growl.


She was getting close.  She could feel the coil tightening in her belly, a hot, tight knot of pleasure that was about to explode.  Her mind was a blank slate, a canvas for Midnight's desires, but her body was on fire, a vessel for the pleasure that was consuming her.


And then, with a sudden, sharp gasp, she felt her control slip away.  Her body was a storm of conflicting sensations, the pleasure too intense, the arousal too overwhelming.  With a mighty surge, she erupted.


A thick, creamy jet of pearly-white filly-cum erupted from the tip of Scootaloo's pulsating penis, the force of the ejaculation so powerful that it splattered against the deepest part of Dash's cunny, the warm, sticky fluid immediately coating the tight, wet walls. Another jet followed immediately after, even more voluminous than the first, accompanied by a loud, guttural moan from the young filly that was a mix of surprise and overwhelming pleasure. Her entire body convulsed uncontrollably, her small, orange frame wracked with wave after wave of overwhelming ecstasy, her mind going completely blank as the intense orgasm consumed every fiber of her being.


Scootaloo's little fillycock was a firehose, the thick, creamy jets of cum filling Dash to the brim, the warm fluid overflowing from her stretched lips and running down her thighs in thick, syrupy streams that dripped onto the grassy ground below.  Her entire body was convulsing, her small frame wracked with wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, her mind a blank slate of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. She was a mess, a sticky, gooey mess of her own making, but she was a happy, proud mess, a testament to her own youthful virility and the power of her own pleasure.


And as the first thick spurt of Scootaloo's cum hit her innermost walls, Dash felt a jolt, a surge of pleasure that was so intense, so overwhelming, that it stole her breath away.  It was as if a switch had been flipped inside her, a dam had broken, and all the pent-up desire, all the unfulfilled need, all the repressed lust that had been building for a lifetime came rushing out in a single, cataclysmic explosion.


Her own phallus erupted like a dormant volcano suddenly awoken, a massive geyser of hot, thick cum blasting from the flared tip with explosive force.  The first jet was so powerful that it shot straight up into the air so high that the second and third shots were on their way up before the first even landed, splattering across Midnight's back with a loud, wet splat.  Her enormous medial ring bulged prominently along her shaft with every pulse, the flared tip expanding and contracting as it sent thick gouts of spunk flying twenty, thirty feet straight up.


Dash's pussy quaked around Scootaloo, tight enough to keep the little girl's penis from moving in the slightest.  Her inner walls fluttered and spasmed uncontrollably, milking the filly's cock for every last drop of her seed.  Scootaloo trembled, still trying to obey the last command she was given, to thrust, thrust, thrust; but the strength of Dash's cunny held her fast.


Midnight's orgasm was a little more restrained by comparison, as she just gave a quiet grunt as the only vocal warning.  Both of her phalluses suddenly erupted like a pair of purple geysers, the force of the ejaculation so powerful that it immediately filled Dash's mouth to the brim, the thick, viscous fluid overflowing from her overstretched lips and running down her chin in thick, syrupy streams.  The upper penis sprayed into her multicolored hair, showering the stripes with a thick coat of dark purple seed.  A gout of it arced over the side of Dash's head and splattered loudly against the grass behind.


Rainbow Dash gulped desperately to keep up with the Nightmare foal's endless emission.  The violet semen was thick and gooey, almost like glue in its texture, and it coated her throat, making it difficult to swallow.  But she tried, she tried her hardest, her throat working overtime to keep up with the overwhelming deluge, her eyes watering with the effort.  She could feel the hot, sticky fluid pooling in her stomach, a warm, heavy weight that was a testament to the Alicorn's incredible virility.


Dash's own orgasm continued, her massive cock a relentless fountain of pearly-white cum. The sheer volume of it was astonishing, a testament to her incredible virility and the overwhelming pleasure that was consuming her. Her body was a vessel for the release, a conduit for the raw, untamed power of her desire. Her mind was a blank slate, a canvas for the depraved fantasies that played out behind her eyes, a non-stop slideshow of foals in various states of arousal and ecstasy.


The three of them, locked in this intimate, depraved embrace, were a tableau of pure, unadulterated lust, a symphony of depraved ecstasy that echoed across the secluded lake. The sounds of their pleasure filled the air, the wet, slurping sounds of Dash's mouth on Midnight's bottom cock, the soft, rhythmic slapping of Scootaloo's hips against Dash's thighs, the low, guttural moans that escaped their lips. It was a scene of beautiful, twisted perfection, a celebration of the forbidden love that they all shared.


***


The last few spurts of cum trickled from the tips of their still-hard cocks, the three of them collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs and sticky fluids.  The air was thick with the sounds of their heavy breathing, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath after the intensity of their shared climax.  They lay there for a long time, their bodies spent but their minds still reeling from the experience, a shared sense of satisfaction and contentment settling over them like a warm, comforting blanket.


Midnight was the first to move, her small, foal-like body untangling itself from the pile with a grace and agility that was surprising, given her recent exertion. She stood up, her dual phalluses, still semi-erect, dangling between her legs, the tips glistening with a sticky, purple residue. She looked down at the two pegasi, a sly, satisfied smile on her face.


"That was... educational," she purred, her voice a low, husky sound that was thick with satisfaction. "I think we've all learned a valuable lesson today."


Dash, still lying on the ground, her body slick with cum and sweat, looked up at the dark alicorn, her mind a fog of pleasure and confusion.  She could feel Scootaloo's soft, warm weight on top of her, the little filly's head resting on her chest, her breathing slow and even.  She was still in a trance, her mind a blank slate, but her body was relaxed, a testament to the pleasure she had just experienced.


"Now.  Kneel.  Both of you," Midnight commanded.  Her voice was firm, but not harsh, a clear, undeniable order that was to be obeyed without question.


Dash and Scootaloo, their minds still under the influence of the spell, moved in unison, their bodies responding to the command with a slow, deliberate obedience.  They disentangled themselves, their limbs heavy and uncoordinated, and knelt before the dark alicorn, their heads bowed, their eyes downcast.  They were a picture of submission, their bodies slick with cum, their faces blank and vacant, their minds a canvas for Midnight's desires.


Midnight appraised them, a proud, possessive look in her slitted cyan eyes.   She could feel the power surging through her, a dark, corrupting energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying. 


"Bow lower, Rainbow Dash," she ordered. "On your hands and knees."  


Dash obeyed without hesitation, her body moving with a slow, deliberate grace that was a stark contrast to her usual energetic, impulsive nature. She lowered herself to the ground, her hands and knees sinking into the soft, damp grass, her body a vessel for Midnight's will.


Midnight walked forward with a slow, deliberate pace, her hooves pacing along the sticky ground, careful to avoid the larger puddles of semen. She stopped in front of Dash, her small, foal-like body a stark contrast to the powerful, athletic frame of the pegasus.  She looked down at the obedient mare, her eyes glowing with a dark, predatory light.


She gripped her phalluses together, wrapping her little palm around the sheathes.  She smirked and tapped her flares against Dash's left shoulder. The purple fluid that still oozed from her tips painted a dark splotch on Dash's blue coat.


"With the power vested in my by Princess Celestia, and as the Princess and Goddess of Magic and Foal Love... I dub thee, Sir Rainbow Dash, Knight of the Loyal Order of Childbuckers," Midnight declared, with all humor.  She tapped Dash's other shoulder, another splotch of purple running down Rainbow Dash's shoulder blade.  She drew back and slapped both of her stiff cocks against Dash's face, making a wet, sloppy sound.  Dash did not even flinch, even as they pulsated and lurched, letting out a fresh spray of purple seed onto her face.


Rainbow Dash blinked slowly, the viscous purple fluid dripping from her eyelashes.  She remained perfectly still, even as Midnight took the opportunity to hump against her face, sliding her swollen shafts up and down Dash's cheeks and forehead.  The Nightmare was marking her, claiming her, her movements a possessive, dominant display that made Dash's own cock throb with a desperate, unsatisfied need.


"Now... When I snap my fingers... rise and awaken as my new Knight," Midnight said, "You will remember everything from when you fainted until now, but it will feel like the most arousing memory you have ever had.  And your ambition to be the best pedophile will feel as natural as your desire to fly."


The dark alicorn raised her hand, her small, foal-like fingers poised to snap.  She looked down at the obedient mare, a sly, predatory grin on her face.


With a sharp, crisp SNAP, the spell was broken.


Dash's body stiffened, a jolt of energy running through her like a lightning strike. Her eyes fluttered, the vacant, glassy look replaced by a sudden, sharp clarity.  She blinked, the purple cum still dripping from her face, the taste of the Nightmare's seed still on her tongue.  The memories came flooding back, a dizzying, intoxicating rush of pleasure and submission that made her head spin.  But there was no shame, no confusion, no horror.  There was only... arousal.  A deep, burning arousal that made her whole body feel hot, her cock so hard it was almost painful.


"Argh, man.  My head's all fuzzy, like you stuffed my ears fulla cotton candy," Rainbow Dash groaned, sitting up and rubbing her forehead.  Her movements were slow and clumsy, her limbs heavy with the aftereffects of the intense orgasm and the hypnotic trance. "Didja have to zonk me out so deeply?"


"Yes," Midnight said flatly, smirking.


"Well, now, I barely remember who I am and where I am, thanks," Dash complained, blinking myopically to get her eyes to focus, and shaking her head repeatedly to try and dislodge the brain-fog.


Midnight just waited patiently for Rainbow to get her bearings, crossing her arms over her little chest.


"Waitaminute... I remember... The lake... Scootaloo... My cock... Oh, man, that was awesome," Dash said, speaking slowly, "And then... you showed up.  You were... you were Twilight... and then you were a kid..."


She blinked for a few moments... and then sank to one knee, bowing her head, her multicolored mane falling over her face in a curtain of color.  "I am yours to command, my Princess."


"Good," Midnight purred, "And now, a symbol of office for you."


She held her hand out, concentrating as her horn glowed black.  Ebon energy swirled and condensed in her palm, coalescing into a single, solid object.  It was a sharp, faceted black crystal, glowing darkly.  A silver chain wove itself around it, forming a necklace.  The necklace floated out of her hand and settled around Rainbow Dash's neck, the crystal hanging heavy and cold against her chest.  It was a symbol of her new station, a mark of her servitude to the Princess of Foal Love.


Dash looked down at the crystal, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face. She could feel a strange energy emanating from it, a dark, corrupting power that seemed to seep into her skin, to flow through her veins. It was a heady, intoxicating sensation, a tangible reminder of her new purpose, her new allegiance.


"Heh.  Cool," she said, lifting it to examine it closer.


"Any pony who isn't... uh... 'anointed' by me who lays eyes on it will have their very thoughts and will drained away, leaving them a suggestible husk that you can command," Midnight explained with a grin, "For use if you get caught or need to... change someone's mind about their opinion on pedophilia."


"Rad," Rainbow Dash said with a grin, "A mind-control gem."


"Yes.  And it will also work nicely on Scootaloo..." Midnight added leadingly, glancing over at the kneeling foal, still under the thrall of her magic.


"...Oh," Dash said slowly, "So... we can have our fun, and then she'll just forget?  That's even better."


"Precisely," Midnight said, "Now, let's clean up this mess.  We don't want anypony stumbling on our little party and asking questions.  And then, you and I need to have a talk about our next move."


Rainbow Dash nodded, her mind already racing with the possibilities, the dark, delicious fantasies that the mention of their 'next move' had conjured. She was a knight now, a servant in the new order of foal-love, and she was more than ready to embrace her new role.


***


An hour later, the lakeshore was pristine, the only evidence of their depraved revelry a faint, lingering scent of ozone and magic that was quickly fading in the afternoon sun.  Rainbow Dash, now fully dressed in her usual, casual attire, sat on a rock opposite Twilight, having reverted back to being her normal fourteen-year-old body. She had retrieved her dress from where she'd left it, slipping it on to cover her nudity.


Scootaloo, her mind wiped clean of the afternoon's events, was now buzzing around the lake, her scooter a blur of motion, her laughter a happy, carefree sound that echoed across the water. She was completely oblivious, her mind a clean slate, her innocence preserved, just as Twilight had intended.  As far as the purple-haired girl was concerned, she'd spent the early afternoon playing naked games with Dash, but had no memory of anything after Twilight had arrived.  She believed that she and Dash had cleaned up and gotten dressed to have an innocent picnic with Twilight. The purple alicorn's mind-control magic was both subtle and profound.


"We need to be careful, Rainbow," Twilight cautioned, her voice calm and measured, a stark contrast to the pegasus's restless energy. "We can't just... you know... go around bucking every foal in Ponyville. We need to be subtle. We need to be strategic."


Dash sighed, her shoulders slumping in a display of feigned disappointment. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Subtlety. Strategy. Boring stuff." She was teasing, her eyes sparkling with mischief, but there was a hint of genuine impatience in her voice. She was ready to go, to spread the gospel of foal-love, to bring the light of their new order to the masses.


Twilight sighed, smiling at her friend, reaching out to slide a hand up Dash's thigh where the denim bulged with the outline of her semi-rigid shaft.  "I know it's not as exciting as you'd like, but just bear with me a bit.  I actually have an idea for moving things along that I might pursue... If only to buy time to figure out how to get to Fluttershy."


"Yeahhhhhhhh..." Dash said with a wince, "Fluttershy's gonna be tough.  You've seen the way she is.  The idea of... you know... is probably going to give her a panic attack. And that's even before you deal with friggin' Discord."


"I know, I know," sighed Twilight, pinching the bridge of her muzzle. 


"So what's the other idea you have?" Dash asked, curious.


"Actually, you could help.  Now that the Cutie Mark Crusaders are all... um...  initiated into the lifestyle by their sisters, they're going to need to be guided," Twilight explained.


"Ooooh, you want them to start converting their friends at school?" Dash asked, a sly grin spreading across her face. The idea was brilliant, a perfect way to spread their influence, to plant the seeds of foal-love in the minds of the next generation.


"Something along those lines.  There's someone I... or really, my other self needs to have a talk with," Twilight remarked, smirking.


"Awesome.  Lemme know what I can do," Dash said, the bulge down her left thigh giving a pronounced throb as a wet spot began to form in her jeans.  Her imagination was already running wild, her mind filled with a dizzying array of depraved possibilities.


"Spend the rest of your afternoon with your 'squire' over there.  Enjoy yourself.  And then meet me at the cafe tomorrow morning.  And..." Twilight trailed off, before grinning lasciviously, "Come ready with condoms and protein shakes."


Rainbow Dash’s magenta eyes widened, a slow, wicked grin stretching across her face. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was thick with excitement. "Protein shakes and condoms? Princess, you spoil me."


The bulge in her jeans wasn't just a throb anymore; it was a full-blown, rigid strut of anticipation, the dark blue denim stretched taut across her inches. A wider, darker patch of dampness was slowly blooming, a testament to the sheer volume of her precum. Her mind was a whirlwind of depraved scenarios, each one more arousing than the last.


"I have my ways," Twilight replied with a coy, enigmatic smile, her own dual members stirring beneath the fabric of her dress. She gave Dash's thigh a final, firm squeeze, a gesture that was both possessive and encouraging. "Just be ready. We have a lot of work to do, and I need my first knight at her full strength."


"Oh, I'll be ready," Dash promised, her hips trembling at the thought.


"...Careful, Dash, you're going to cum in your jeans at this rate," Twilight teased, "That's usually Fluttershy's thing." The pegasus flinched at the name.


"Shut up," Dash grunted, glaring half-heartedly at her new princess.


"Heh. Go play with your little filly," the Alicorn commanded, gently pushing Rainbow's hand away from her crotch, "And try not to make a mess of your pants."


"Alright, alright, I'm goin'," Dash grumbled, though her actions betrayed her eagerness. She scrambled to her feet, her massive, constrained phallus making the movement a little awkward. She took a deep breath, trying to get her body under control, to will away the throbbing need that was threatening to overwhelm her.


First Knight of the Princess of Foal-Love, of the Loyal Order of Childbuckers...  


...She was going to have to workshop a better, less vulgar name for that. Something at least 20% cooler.


***


"Wait, wait, wait, you're telling me that Rainbow Dash was ALREADY a foal-lover?" Spike exclaimed in disbelief, his hips pumping forward with sharp wet slaps.  His clawed fingers rested on Starlight's rump as she grunted faintly with each sharp thrust of the dragon's pelvis.


"Yeah.  She and Scootaloo have been at it for a while," Twilight replied conversationally, even as Starlight's muzzle was buried between her inner thighs, lapping at her clitoris.


"Wow.  I think I need to adjust my foal-fiddler radar.  I woulda expected Applejack, but not Dash," Spike remarked, burying both of his penises to the sheath in the mindless thrall.  He grunted with pleasure as Starlight's inner walls flexed around him. 


"You have a foal-fiddler radar?  Like a gaydar?" Twilight asked skeptically.  Starlight's tongue flickered and the Alicorn's hips bucked involuntarily.  Twilight's cocks twitched, spilling precum onto Starlight's scalp.  The unicorn didn't react, continuing her ministrations with the same empty, mindless dedication.


"Well, no, I just mean... given AJ and her family tradition of... uh..." Spike trailed off, giving another grunt as he pumped a few more times into Starlight, "...Uh, family-bucking...   I'd have called her as the most likely one."


"A fair assumption," Twilight admitted with a sigh of pleasure, spreading her legs a little wider. 


"So you didn't hafta brainwash her?" Spike asked, his two pairs of testicles swinging as he pistoned into the empty shell of a pony.


"...No.  She was a willing convert.  A very enthusiastic willing convert," Twilight explained, shivering as Starlight's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.  The Alicorn's twin members throbbed, a fresh wave of clear pre welling up at the tips.  She was getting close, the heat coiling in her belly, a familiar, welcome pressure building behind her hips.


"Huh. Can't wait what Princess Celestia has to say about that," Spike remarked, before groaning loudly.  He buried himself until his hips were flush with Starlight's, and Twilight could hear the loud rhythmic "SPLORCH SPLORCH SPLORCH" as he began to unload into the enthralled unicorn.  The little dragon, moaned, throwing his head back.  His hips lurched with each powerful ejaculation.


Twilight could see the pink unicorn's lower belly begin to distend as the sheer volume of his spunk filled her, the taut skin stretching to accommodate the load.  Starlight moaned, her own cock beginning to spatter the floor in front of her.


The alicorn herself was in no hurry to climax.  She'd had plenty earlier, and just vicariously enjoyed her little companion's pleasure.  She smiled fondly, watching the little boy unload.  Even as Starlight's pleasure echoed through their link, her own dual members continued to leak a steady stream of clear fluid onto her thrall's head.


A few minutes later, Spike pulled out with a loud, wet schlorp, a torrent of his thick, draconic seed immediately gushing from Starlight's stretched, abused holes. The mindless unicorn didn't even flinch, her body remaining still, her face buried in Twilight's crotch, her tongue still lapping obediently at the alicorn's clit. She was a perfect, uncomplaining vessel, a tool for their pleasure.

Sighing contentedly, Spike wiped his flesh clean on Starlight's rear end.


"...As I was saying," he said, his voice a little breathless, "Princess Celestia is going to be thrilled."


"She will," Twilight agreed, "I'll write her a letter as soon as we're done here to let her know how the day went."


"Right.  And what's on the schedule for tomorrow?" Spike asked, eyeing Starlight's still-blasting penis with a hungry look on his face.


"Well... I have a busy day... and I'll need a little talk with Cheerilee," Twilight said with a grin. She ran her fingers through Starlight's sticky, cum-matted mane. The unicorn didn't respond, her body a limp, pliable doll.


"...The schoolteacher?" Spike asked, his eyes widening slightly.


"Yep.  I think she and I need to have a heart-to-heart," the Princess purred, "Her school is just full of little colts and fillies for us to... teach."