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Chapter List
- 1-Equestria Girls: Twilight's Awakening
- 2-Fluttershy & Psycho Dash
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It was Sunset Shimmer who took it on upon herself to chair the “Canterlot High Emergency Friendship Meeting”. It took place in the Canterlot High library, in one of the study areas, and was attended by only four of the other girls - Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. The bond that had brought them together had frayed in a very strange way. Twilight Sparkle now spent most of her time at Sweet Apple Acres with her ‘new boyfriend’, a horse named Blackie. Applejack had all but disappeared along with her brother, Big MacIntosh.
“Alright, I call this meeting to order,” Sunset Shimmer said, gravely, and rapped a textbook on the stout wooden table. “There’s something strange going on.”
One needed only to look at Fluttershy to realize something was going on. She was sitting with a mortified look on her face, her chest nearly bursting out of her white cotton halter top. She had previously been close to a runway-model A-cup, but in recently weeks, the size of her breasts had increased to the point where it was difficult for her to fit into any of her clothing. In addition, her hips and buttocks had grown as well, making her flower-printed skirt fan out around this newfound bounty. Fluttershy was always perpetually embarrassed, even when there was no reason to be, but these physical changes had rendered her into what seemed like a permanent state of meek anxiety.
“It’s called ‘Sex Magic’, Sunset Shimmer went on, holding out an old tome and blowing a layer of dust off the cover. She had found it buried among the stacks of the Canterlot High library, a very old and strange-looking volume, something one might find in the Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters rather than the more mundane world she now inhabited. “And it looks like Twilight Sparkle accidently brought it here from Canterlot.”
Fluttershy immediately clapped her hands over her mouth, blushing even more deeply. “Saying that word makes me uncomfortable!” she confessed. “Can’t we just call it something else?”
“Oh, stop playing the victim, you dumb bimbo,” Rainbow Dash muttered, just quiet enough so that none of the girls present could quite hear her. She kicked her shapely legs under the table, waving them back and forth in their high socks, looking utterly bored. She had her own reasons to be upset with Fluttershy, and wasn’t in the mood for one of Sunset Shimmer’s lectures.
“Sex Magic is the reason that Twilight Sparkle is… doing what she’s doing… and also the reason that Applejack doesn’t come to school anymore,” Sunset Shimmer went on. “Once it takes hold, it changes your body and mind, like a curse.” She gestured toward Fluttershy, and the pink-haired teen’s lately-arrived enormous rack. Her tits were great marshmallow pillows, so large that she couldn’t push her chair up to the table without laying them on top of the surface. Her nipples pressed into the fabric of her halter and made mound-like shapes.
“Ooh, I hope we can find a solution soon!” Fluttershy comment, looking down at her chest. “If this keeps up, I won’t have any clothes that fit!”
“Don’t worry,” interjected Rarity, placing a bracing hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder from her adjacent chair. “I can design you something to wear in the meantime. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be fashionable, even while this is going on!”
Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. Sunset Shimmer cleared her throat and went on. “Until we figure things out, no more trips to Sweet Apple Acres,” she cautioned. “That seems to be the source of this whole mess.”
Fluttershy hung her head and looked guilty. “I’m sorry,” she said, half her face hidden behind cascading locks of cotton-candy pink hair. “I couldn’t resist feeding the rabbits!”
“But those visits are why your body’s in the state it’s in!” Pinkie Pie spoke up, and produced a pair of hand-puppets, one shaped like a horse, and one shaped like Twilight Sparkle. “See, when you went to Sweet Apple Acres to feed those cute rabbits, not too far away in the barn, Twilight was getting the business from her horse boyfriend!” She manipulated the puppets to show the ‘horse’ bumping into the rear of the Twilight Sparkle puppet. Both were rather crudely made of felt and socks, but the pantomime got the point across. “And all of their bumping and grinding sent Twilight’s Sex Magic all over the place!” She turned her hands inward and bumped the Twilight Puppet’s face repeated into the horse puppet’s belly, illustrating a blowjob.
Rarity’s mouth dropped open at the scandalous puppet show. “Uhhh-” she objected. But Pinkie was on a roll, and produced a third puppet, pink-haired with a sleepy-eyed face, unmistakably Fluttershy, with two uninflated balloons taped to the front, placing it on the table. The face, nervous with felt goggle-eyes and dyed pink string hair, was sadly apt. “And without knowing it, you were breathing in all the sex!” She took a deep breath.
“Uh, Pinkie, I think I can explain it without the demonstration,” Sunset Shimmer admonished, in her cool and detached way.
Pinkie nodded, her face turning red from all the inhaling, before she finally lowered her face to the balloons and blew them up, resulting in a Fluttershy puppet with a pair of enormous balloon bazongas taped to the front. Everyone was silent for a second as Fluttershy looked on in horror. Then, Pinkie broke the silence, sliding her hand back into the Twilight Sparkle puppet (which had a pair of eerily accurate black felt glasses) and wagging her hand to imitate speech, adding her own falsetto: “Oops, looks like me and my horse boyfriend are causing all sorts of trouble, but I don’t care because Blackie has a huge weiner!”
Rarity’s mouth dropped open. Sunset Shimmer clapped a hand to her forehead.
“I sure do!” Pinkie said, in an exaggerated low voice this time, mimicking the horse and wagging her opposite hand accordingly. “Let’s do more sex stuff!” and after making the Twilight Sparkle puppet enthusiastically assent, she mashed them together again, obviously getting carried away in her performance.
“Pinkie!” Sunset Shimmer scolded, and slapped one of the puppets. Rarity was speechless. Fluttershy was blushing so deeply, and shrinking in her chair, it seemed she might sink into the floor. And Rainbow Dash continued to seem disengaged, shooting Fluttershy dirty looks.
“Sorry,” Pinkie said, hiding her puppets as quickly as they’d appeared. “I just like puppet shows.”
Hands at her temples, Sunset Shimmer fetched a deep sigh and looked around at her remaining friends. “I think I can figure out a solution if I can get in touch with Princess Celestia and get some advice. But until then, it’s important that things don’t get even worse-”
SNAP!
She was interrupted as one of the thin shoulder-straps of Fluttershy’s halter top gave way, showing every present a glimpse of her huge tits before the perpetually-nervous girl could wrap her hands around herself. Even that was a difficult task, and her bountiful jugs poured out fleshly above her wrists and below. “Aaaaugh!” she cried. “This was my last top! What am I going to do?”
Rarity extended her comforting hand again. “I’ll sew you something,” she promised, with a hint of confidence that suggested she would revel in the challenge. Fluttershy, dying of embarrassment, nodded weakly. And while the attention of all the other girls was on the wardrobe malfunction, Rainbow Dash allowed herself a satisfied smile. Fluttershy could inflate to the size of the moon and float into space for all she cared.

After the “Friendship Meeting” at the library, a drizzling rain began to fall around Canterlot High, and Rainbow Dash trudged home in it, not even bothering to use an umbrella. The feeling of being rained on matched her mood. While she had half-heartedly lent her support to the group, and promised to help Fluttershy out with her ‘body issues’ if she could, her true feelings were much different.
Rainbow Dash kicked one long and coltish leg at the muddy ground as sky continued to be drizzling and gray. She, more than anyone else among their group of friends, was extremely jealous of the attention that Fluttershy was getting at school, especially from boys. After Twilight Sparkle stood up Flash Sentry at the Fall Formal, Rainbow Dash had hoped she might be able to date him instead, and set herself on that path by showing off in front of him at every opportunity. Cartwheel kick goals on the soccer field, personal bests on the track, all carefully arranged to happen just as Flash Sentry was passing by, and executed with a ‘hey, look at me!’ flair. She’d personally chosen her flirtiest sportswear for these occasions, kicking and flexing her long legs in an array of skin-tight leggings, but to no avail. Not one of her marvelous feats of speed and coordination had managed to do so much as turn Flash Sentry’s head!
Rainbow Dash couldn’t understand it, and felt resentment at being overshadowed by the other girls. Flash’s first girlfriend, Sunset Shimmer, had been a regular bitch-on-wheels bully all the previous year, before the group teamed up to put her in her place. What was so great about her? Rainbow Dash, after all, was the lead guitarist and singer of the Rainbooms, the musical group formed among their group to compete in the Canterlot High musical showcase. The others were just her backup singers! Yet people gave Fluttershy more compliments for playing her stupid tambourine!
After one spectacular bout of showing off, in which she scored three goals and then did a running front-flip along the sideline, she’d looked to see Flash’s reaction and found him staring into the stands instead… at Fluttershy. Staring, and elbowing his friends, who were all looking as well and ogling the criminally-shy teen girl’s body. Flash hadn’t given a single solitary shit about anything Rainbow Dash had done, and this realization filled her with rage, her dreams of romantic kisses and steamy Canterlot High romance dissipating and reforming into a green monster of jealousy. Fluttershy wasn’t even trying to attract Flash’s attention, she was far too timid for such things. Yet, she was succeeding!
Later on, Rainbow Dash worked up the nerve to ask Flash Sentry if he was ‘ready for the Spring Formal’, a roundabout way of asking if he was thinking about asking anyone to be his date. She looked for any nervousness in his response, any hint that she was on his mind. But there was nothing. He looked utterly bored. “Nah,” he’d replied. “I might not even go.” She simply stammered an awkward, “O-oh, cool,” and then walked away down the hall… before ducking behind the nearest corner to eavesdrop on Flash and his male friends.
“Dude, Rainbow is thirsty,” someone said. And then, a voice that could only be Flash’s replied:
“I’d never go with her, she’s flat as a board. I’m going to ask Fluttershy. Her tits and ass are huge! I’d love to get behind that.”
The boys laughed together and exchanged high fives, and Rainbow Dash’s face screwed up into an expression of humiliated rage as she listened to them go on about how she had no tits, was a tomboy and probably a lesbian, and they all wanted someone with ‘a huge pair of jugs’. Eventually, she uttered a cry and sped off down the hall at top speed.
She went over these memories, and others, as she made her way further from Canterlot High in the continuing drizzle. “Fluttershy, you fat cow!” she grumbled, kicking a rock. “Stay away from Flash Sentry.” It did not occur to her that the so-called Sex Magic was already working inside her, making her secretly revel in Fluttershy’s humiliation and embarrassment. She had achieved a rather sexy appearance as she moved along, soaked by water, her rainbow-colored hair plastered against her head and neck, her jacket and tee soaked through and clinging to her narrow chest, revealing the outline of her bra. Her round, taut buttocks flexed and jiggled beneath skin-tight leggings as her rainbow-flourished runners sliced through the mud-puddles. Cresting a grassy hill and looking up at the gray and foreboding sky, she began to sing in a somewhat sinister musical number, more reminiscent of villainous The Dazzlings than her own group.
Stay away from Flash Sentry,
You fat stupid whore,
They all kiss your ass
And still you want more?
I’m the fastest and smartest
The most beautiful too
And I can do anything
Better than you!

You jump with fright
When a bug passes by
Why do you get
All the attention from guys?

Now you have a huge chest
And a huge ass as well
Well Flash Sentry is mine
And I’ve got something to tell
You...
In her mind, background music from an unseen rock orchestra was swelling behind her as she belted out her frustrated ballad, balling her fists at her sides and serenading the overcast sky with the chorus.
Eat shit, Fluttershy
Eat shit, Fluttershy
Go feed a rabbit
Or take an ice pick and stab it
Through your annoying habits

Eat shit, Fluttershy
Eat shit, Fluttershy
Boys say you’re the hottest
But you’re #1 on my THOT list
And you’re about to be taught that
Flash Sentry is mine!
As the music died away, Rainbow Dash stopped and looked down at her reflection in a puddle. Even the distortions of the ripping surface couldn’t hide the fact that her trim and athletic figure was nothing compared to the proportions of Fluttershy. Clenching her teeth, she balled her fists and cried out the name of her nemesis to the heavens.
“FLUTTERSHY!”
As she calmed down, her chest hitching with breaths of descending urgency, Rainbow Dash’s mind began to clear, and a plan to formulate. There was no way she would lose Flash Sentry to Fluttershy. She wouldn’t accept it! Fluttershy needed to be removed from the playing field, so that Flash, with his cute face, cute voice and even cuter rear, would notice her superior charms. What were Fluttershy’s weaknesses? Well, shyness, of course. But in time of crisis, the pink-haired usually managed to overcome that. What else? Well, she loved animals. Caring for them, nursing them to health… really, she liked taking care of just about anything vulnerable. Cuteness was the key to lowering Fluttershy’s defenses. If something looked cute, but was really dangerous, then...
Rainbow Dash smiled as the plan clicked into place. She had just the thing.

A week later, standing next to Rarity’s sewing machine with her arms outstretched, Fluttershy didn’t quite know how to respond to what she’d just just been told my her fashionista friend about the flower-print dress on offer. I was too small. “It… it won’t fit?” she said, meekly. “But you just took my measurements last Saturday!”
Rarity sighed and tried to measure around Fluttershy’s hips. “It’s not my fault! Your chest and hip measurements are even larger!” she said, crossly. “I worked all week on this outfit, and now I’m going to have to let it out again! You’ve grown even bigger, somehow! Didn’t I tell you to stop eating?” Rarity tended to blame any diet regimen outside of anorexia for ill-fitting clothes, especially when she was frustrated.
Fluttershy’s face became equal parts worried and embarrassed. “But I haven’t been eating any more than usual!” she objected, looking down at herself and the camisole that was bursting at the seams. As recently as the previous year, she and her group of friends all had very similar measurements - runway model thin, with long and shapely legs. This had allowed them to trade clothes and accessories freely, and wear just about any outfit that Rarity could design. But over the course of the last week, Fluttershy’s hips had expanded to be as nearly as wide as most door frames, and each of her breasts had swollen to be larger than a watermelon, hanging nearly to her waist. Her buttocks were even larger, jutting out behind her in a big, wobbling shelf of flesh. All of this was of great inconvenience and embarrassment. Sunset Shimmer was no close to finding a ‘cure’, and it was all Fluttershy could do to keep from tipping over on her way to the animal shelter. Wearing most clothes had grown impossible. Rarity had promised to help out, but it seemed that her new design couldn’t keep up with Fluttershy’s still-expanding bustline.
The pink vintage 50’s style dress was a Rarity original, meant to be tasteful and classy, but Fluttershy’s proportions turned it into lewd joke. Her hips had split the skirt up the side, making it far more risque than intended. Her weighty bust caused the neckline to plunge obscenely. This was compounded by the fact that her beleaguered underwear were nowhere close to the task of containing her ass and boobs. She had previously worn a rather innocent-looking style of bra and panties, but had been forced to go with a string-side thong because her butt was too large for anything else. And as for bras, she hadn’t managed to find one that would fit at all, and was reduced to going ‘all natural’, much to her own humiliation. “Ooh, if this keeps up, I’ll have no clothes at all!” the ever-timid teen whimpered, and her mind began a fateful journey imagining herself waddling through Canterlot High, covered in a dirty tarpaulin, her breasts and buttocks having grown to the size of easy chairs. Rarity looked around her sewing area ruefully, her eyes settling on a large bedsheet.
“Well, I suppose I could make you a blouse out of this,” she grumbled, upset at having her practiced, runway-ready seamstress skills reduced to making a boatsail-sized mumu to contain her friend’s enormous boobs. Rarity deftly used scissors to cut a hole in the paisley bed sheet and draped it over Fluttershy’s body like a smock, obscuring the ill-fitting dress, sighing again. The way her huge breasts and buttocks pushed the fabric out front and behind, it was like putting a drop cloth on a sculpture. “Ugh!” she groaned. “You look like a grand piano with a dust cover on it!” Using some clips she had nearby, she attempted to pinch parts of the drape together to form the semblance of a dress design, mumbling to herself, while Fluttershy blushed furiously.
“Ooh, this is so embarrassing!” she said, her voice halting. Her doe-eyed face seemed somehow even more vulnerable than usual. “Have people at Canterlot High been saying anything?”
Rarity’s face went blank for a moment, but she recovered quickly enough to lie for the sake of her suddenly-buxom friend’s fragile psyche. “N-no!” she assured Fluttershy, unable to make eye contact, but hiding it pretty well as part of her examination of the girl’s mammoth measurements. “I haven’t heard anything!” This was, of course, a lie. In fact, everyone was talking about Fluttershy’s enormous tits and ass, especially the boys their age, one of whom, Flash Sentry, seemed especially interested. After being stood up by Twilight Sparkle at the Fall Formal and essentially cucked by a horse, of all things, he had a more jaded outlook and was looking elsewhere for companionship. Rarity had overheard multiple conversations at Canterlot High centering on how it would feel to give Fluttershy’s huge boobs a squeeze, and Flash, emboldened by his shabby treatment at the hands of Twilight, wasn’t innocent of these speculations. “Don’t worry,” Rarity assured, pinning the bedsheet together around Fluttershy’s still-narrow waist. “I’m sure people still have the same respect for you they always di-”
“Holy shit, your fuckin’ tits are huge!” interrupted a high and precocious voice from the doorway to Rarity’s bedroom. Standing there were Rainbow Dash, looking as athletic as ever, and a small boy who shared her trademark aquamarine skin tone and rainbow colored hair. The little guy was perhaps half her height, and their resemblance made it clear they were related. He was soaked in sweat as if he’d been running all afternoon, and this caused his tee to cling to his body. He’d been the source of the rather rude utterance.
“Psycho Dash, stop it,” said Rainbow, and grabbed the crew neck of his tee, hoisting it up to shake him a little. The boy kicked his feet, showing no signs of remorse as Rarity looked scandalized just a few feet away. In truth, Rainbow’s admonishment was just for show. She hoped the little devil would call Fluttershy that and worse. She had a plan. To take Fluttershy out of the picture, and improve her own body in the process, winning Flash Sentry’s heart, and the esteem of all the boys in school.
Psycho Dash, her hyperactive little 8-year-old nephew, was the key.
Though too young to even be a freshman at Canterlot High, Psycho Dash sometimes visited the school and stayed with Rainbow Dash for no other reason than that his usual caretakers wanted to get rid of him for awhile. He was a rambunctious terror, incapable of sitting still for even a second, with the Dash family’s trademark speed and a good dose of youthful energy. When he wasn’t causing property damage by touching, poking, prodding, or overturning everything in sight, he was running his mouth in a constant barrage of inappropriate remarks about anyone slower, older, fatter, of a different skin tone, a different gender, or, in short, anyone who wasn’t him. The inappropriateness of his unfiltered speech had only grown now that he was beginning to become ‘interested’ in girls - especially in teasing them, insulting them, and treating them like dirt.
There was no way around it. Her little nephew was the most toxic pain in the ass ever to grace Equestria. And Rainbow Dash had preyed on Fluttershy’s love of children by asking her to ‘look after’ Psycho Dash for a week. Fluttershy, who saw ‘looking after’ things like cute kids and animals as her life’s primary ambition, had enthusiastically agreed, having no idea what she was getting into. Thus, when the boy’s first greeting was to marvel at the size of Fluttershy’s chest, Rainbow Dash felt an inward surge of evil glee. While Fluttershy was dealing with the little brat’s foul mouth and constant need to pinch and prod, she intended to make her move on Flash Sentry.
“Is this the fat cow I’ll be staying with?” said Psycho Dash, darting over inspect Fluttershy, who was caught mid-fitting and rather immobile beneath her drape of fabric. As was his way, he reached out and gave one of her breasts a grope, watching the flesh wobble like a pile of Jello and drawing a surprised, wide-eyed peep from the yellow-skinned teenage girl. “She looks like a giant marshmallow!”
It was Rarity who reached out to slap his hand away. “Well! Don’t you know that it’s bad manners to touch a girl without permission?” she admonished, her voice cultured, looking at the boy sternly. Rarity had occasionally gotten impatient with Rainbow Dash’s tomboyish lack of refinement, and decided that boorishness must run in the dash family.
“Oh, boys will be boys,” Fluttershy said, her voice sweet and indulgent. The look on her face was one that was instantly familiar to the other two, and hinted at endless patience and care, no matter the misbehavior of her chosen ward. It didn’t matter if it was a cute bunny, a homeless dog, or a young boy - anything that needed a nurturing and protecting presence could always count on Fluttershy, and her interactions with them were like those of a different person. Gone was the hesitant, easily-startled teen girl who was sometimes scared to talk, replaced by an enthusiastic caretaker. “I’m sure Psycho Dash doesn’t mean anything by it.”
She tousled his Rainbow hair, and Psycho Dash shot Rarity such a shit-eating, bratty grin that for a moment it seemed her eyes might roll out of her head. “You’re Rarity, right?” he asked. “I had something I wanted to give you!” And when Rarity leaned forward, as if to inquire what this ‘gift’ might be - a peace offering, perhaps - the boy pressed his index finger securely against one of his nostrils, inhaled, and blew a long, glistening snot rocket right into her unprepared face.
The response in the room was immediate. Rarity, the most prim and proper of the group of girlfriends, went-wide eyed and cried out, her hands hooked into claws beside her cheeks. Psycho Dash must have been saving up, considering the enormous worm of whitish-yellow phlegm he’d blasted up her features in a line. Rainbow Dash felt a strange excitement in her belly at the sight of Rarity taking a big, fat load of booger right between the eyes. Rarity, she reasoned, had taken sides in the conflict over Flash Sentry’s affection by agreeing to make clothes for Fluttershy. And Fluttershy’s reaction was most peculiar of all. “Oh!” she said, giggling a little. “He’s got a lot of energy!” Crude displays of expectoration were nothing new to her -= animals at the shelter, after all, were known to poop and pee quite often, and she’d long cleaned up these messes with infinite patience. Furthermore, unlike most people, she actually enjoyed tending to cute babies and changing their diapers.
Psycho Dash put his hands on his hips proudly. “Cool” he said. “Rarity is my Kleenex! You can come by anytime, Rarity, I’ll use your face to wipe my boogers again!” He threw back his young head and laughed, and Fluttershy laughed along. It wasn’t the gross joke itself, but rather the idea of a young kid being happy that she enjoyed. Meanwhile, Rarity was paralyzed by her own disgust, and rose, walking like a mummy, her mouth nearly foaming as she cast strained breaths through her clenched teeth. When she reached the ornate and well-kept bathroom, she reached out, took hold of a towel (with a stylied ‘R’ monogrammed on the corner) and wiped across her face, clearing most of the vile snot rope.
“Geez, it looks like she’s going to lose it!” Psycho Dash crowed. “What a dumb bitch!”
This, finally, made Fluttershy gasp. “Oh, no!” she chided. “You shouldn’t talk like that!” Yet her voice still carried a sort of indulgence, as if the lad couldn’t be expected to know better. His response was to pick up one of the clips that Rarity had been using to pin Fluttershy’s dress design, and clamp it onto the large, fabric-puffing protrusion of her nipple. It was a large clip - spring loaded, broad, and capable of producing quite a bit of pressure should some skin get caught within. In Fluttershy’s case, it wasn’t just skin, but the increasingly sensitive and thumb-sized nub in the center of her areola! She made a hissing noise, her knees knocked, her fists clenched in their crucified position at either side of her shoulders. Her eyes immediately began to water. Her strangely growing body had until then been mostly a mystery to her, and now a further feature of her newfound bust was revealed - having her large nipple harshly pinched drew out a massive bolt of mixed pleasure and pain that nearly brought her to her knees!
“Shut up, marshmallow tits!” Psycho Dash replied, and gave one of Fluttershy’s huge jugs a slap for good measure, causing it to jiggle under the bedsheet. As soon as the flat of his hand struck home, Fluttershy again seemed to be cast into a state of strange euphoria. It was confusing to her. Normally, being slapped would have been an unpleasant experience, but the stinging pain of the impact was accompanied by a rolling wave of pleasure that washed over her body in a relentless tide. Places that she was too shy to mention by name were tingling and throbbing, and all because a little kid had given her a slap! Fluttershy knew his reaction was wrong on some level, but the feelings were so overpowering, she couldn’t bring herself to object.
“Anyway,” Rainbow Dash offered, with a sorry-not-sorry look on her face. “I’m just dropping Psycho Dash off. I’ve got soccer practice.”
“Oh no you don’t!” Rarity objected, still rubbing her face with a towel as she emerged from the bathroom. “I don’t want that little brat running around here!”
Fluttershy put her hands down on Psycho Dash’s shoulder protectively, and her face took on a look of utmost seriousness. To Fluttershy, someone speaking ill of a cute kid or animal was a cardinal offense. “Hey, don’t talk like that about Psycho Dash!” she objected. “He’s just full of energy, that’s all- aaaaauuugh!” He tongue slid lewdly out of her mouth and her eyes crossed and rolled upward as Psycho Dash opened another clothing pin wide and clamped it brutally on her opposite nipple. Her brain, instantly short-circuited by the pleasure of her sensitive nipple tissues being crushed, went blank.
“Thanks, Tittershy!” Psycho Dash said. “You’re pretty smart for a stupid cow!” Rarity immediately looked to Rainbow Dash to take some sort of responsibility for the boy, but it was too late. Using her super-speed, Rainbow had slipped out the door, leaving her rambunctious nephew with her two friends, just as her plan dictated. Rather than the boy being reigned in, Rarity was subjected to the full brunt of his sharp tongue, as he turned his attention to the purple-haired teen as soon as ‘aunt Rainbow’ was out the door. “You like sewing,” he said. “Have you ever considered sewing your mouth shut so you can’t suck so many dicks all the time?” The boy shrugged, using a foot to kick over a basket of multi-colored spools of thread, sending them rolling.
Smoke nearly exploded from Rarity’s ears, and, promise to Fluttershy or not, she forced both of them from the premises, leaving with Fluttershy with only the ill-fitting, seam-bursting dress to wear home. “Come on,” she said to Psycho Dash, gently. “I have plenty of fun things to do at my cottage!” He allowed her to take his hand, and they walked off, with threads snapping on Fluttershy’s dress as her huge tits bounced and her ass jiggled with every step.

Fluttershy’s cottage was not far from Canterlot High, and was hard to miss. Not only did it carry a cute, woodsy aesthetic that contrasted with the rather contemporary surroundings, but there were animals everywhere. Rabbit hutches build into the front lawn. Hamster cages in the backyard, birdhouses incorporated into the eaves. A marvel of engineering. Not that Psycho Dash cared. Even walking a short distance was enough to leave his hyperactive mind astoundingly bored.
At first, he amused himself at the wary looks that passers-by gave Fluttershy in her torn-apart dress, with creamy powder yellow tits and ass ready to spill out at any moment. Flutteshy hadn’t intended to look slutty, of course, but she couldn’t really help it, and as a result, looked like a desperate hooker taking a young john (who, it couldn’t be ignored, was half her age and height) for the ride of his life.
“Who is that fucking slut?” a passing male student asked a friend, and Fluttershy blushed deeply and said nothing. “Walking around dressed like that with a young kid? Disgusting!”
“Gee, these people all think you put a lot of dicks in your mouth and suck on them, Miss Toiletshy,” Psycho Dash ventured, as they walked up the path to the cottage. Fluttershy blushed even more deeply, smiling to herself and doing what little she could to cover her dress-bursting boobs with one forearm, preventing them from hanging even more heavily and tearing the fabric even further.
“That’s not a nice thing to say!” she scolded him, as if he’d only spouted the insult out boyish ignorance. “Did you hear an adult say that, or an older boy? You need someone to teach you the difference between bad words and good words. And my name is F- nnngh!”
The boy reached up and gave one of her watermelon sized jugs an aggressive slap, sending it a-jiggling. Pleasure shot through Fluttershy. “Actually I’m gonna call you whatever I want!” Psycho Dash crowed, sliding past her through the front door. “In fact, from now on your name is Stupid.”
Fluttershy stood in the doorway for a moment to collect herself. It wasn’t just the pleasure radiating out from the place of hot skin where the boy’s hand had connected. There was something else - a forbidden feeling deep inside her that made her stomach tremble whenever Psycho Dash was cruel to her or ordered her around. Naughty parts of her new body tingled even time she acquiesced. She didn’t quite understand what was going on, but the lack of understanding was part of it. Lacking understanding and not caring, giving herself up to… what? Caretaking? Service? Submission? Her confused and hesitant mind flashed back to Sunset Shimmer talking about Sex Magic. She knew it was changing her body. Could it change her mind as well?
“Get over here, Stupid,” Psycho Dash was saying, beckoning her like a dog into her own cottage. Around the homey kitchen there was flip-open garbage can, and he stepped down on the lever and opened it, peering inside and then spitting down into the soggy paper towels, carrot peelings, lettuce leavings, and fruit rinds that were the remnants of Fluttershy’s food preparation. Part of every day for the pink-haired teen was the dutiful feeding of not just herself, but the dozens of nearby animals under her care. Not knowing what the boy intended, but still experiencing the buzzing rush of feeling in her stomach, Fluttershy walked forward to stand beside him, next to the garbage can.
“Get on your hands and knees and stick your head in that garbage can, Stupid,” Psycho Dash ordered. “That’s the game I want to play, the one where Stupid eats trash.” The boy looked at her expectantly, his rainbow hair styled in a side-shave that sent the entire multi-colored wave cascading down over one side, partially obscuring his large and expressive eyes. He was dressed in shorts and sneakers, and Fluttershy realized she could smell him, the scent of youthful sweat, an unwashed boy who liked nothing better than to run and play and come home soaked in his own perspiration. Having cared for many dogs, she knew how they could smell after too long without a bath. Psycho Dash was like that, but the scent was less “wet dog” and more “locker room”.
She knew she shouldn’t indulge him in such a humiliating ‘game’, but something about his fierce insistence, combined with the feelings in her body, made her obey. She fell to her hands and knees, her breasts hanging nearly to the floor despite her barely-fitting dress. The movement made the seams split even further, and there was a sound of popping threads as the front of the polka-dot vintage garment burst open and let her enormous jugs pour out like two mounds of quivering gel. Meanwhile, following her body up past her still-trim waist to her explosive hips, her buttocks curved outward like two barely-concealed Christmas hams. The skirt had already split up the side, and the fabric lay on her mammoth ass-cheeks, tracing their contours and showing off her indecent body. Fluttershy gasped and tried to cover up, but Psycho Dash only laughed and opened the garbage can, tilting it over and walking around to her rear. Peelings and mixed vegetable matter poured out along with paper towels and food wrappers, filling Fluttershy’s nostrils with the powerful scent of trash.
“W-wait,” she stammered, looking back over her shoulder. “It smells really bad. You don’t really want me to eat it, do you? We’re just pretending!” She offered an indulgent smile, but Psycho Dash’s face grew grave. The pre-teen boy reared his foot back and delivered a powerful kick to her rump, forcing her forward until her entire head was inside the garbage pail, with her extravagant pink hair pouring out around the edges. Her face was humiliatingly shoved into a pile of mushy peelings, and her back arched out behind her. Boys were sometimes inappropriate in their behavior, she knew, and didn’t know better than to do gross things sometimes. But even a few days ago, despite this, she would have said that being forced to stick her well-coifed head into a garbage pail was too far, even to indulge a cute boy.
Yet somehow, Fluttershy found it impossible to object. The feeling of a little kid treating her so shabbily and being so precariously cruel - not in an adult way but in a devil-may-care kid way - excited her beyond belief. Her pumped-up body was like a live wire. Her nipples and the delta between her legs were burning with hitherto unfelt sensations - sensations similar to what Fluttershy imagined her friends must feel being touched by a boy they liked. But Psycho Dash wasn’t that - he was a rude, unwashed, uncaring little brat! And yet-
“Say you love eating garbage, and that you’re stupid!” he ordered, and slapped her on one of her asscheeks as hard as he could, causing the impact noise to boom throughout the cottage. Fluttershy felt a bolt of pleasure rip through her, and moaned into the detritus pressed against her face as the boy beat her ass-cheeks with repeated kicks and slaps, mushing her features into the slop. Her magic-twisted mind worked to justify her position.
It’s just make believe, he’s just a boy.
“I… love eating garbage! I’m so stupid!” Fluttershy moaned, her voice tinny and muffled by the can, but still audible. And when Psycho Dash continued to slap her meaty ass, forcing her face into the muck, she did open her mouth and play her part, filling her face with wet, smelly carrot peelings and melon rinds, feeling seeds and apple cores and empty tins of dog food pressing against her cheeks, basting her face in rancid meat gravy.
Psycho Dash aggressively tore Fluttershy’s panties down her thighs, shredding them, exposing her ass fully, revealing that she was soaked, that a little kid was making her crawl and call herself stupid and eat big mouthfuls of trash, and she was loving it. With her cute and expressive face stuffed into the kitchen trash bin, and only her voluptuous body on display, she looked like nothing but a sex object. The insides of her thighs were slick with her own lubrication, and her pussy, for the first time in her life, was totally exposed to another human being. Normally, even the idea of someone as meek and wholesome as Fluttershy even having sex organs was scandalous. But the mysteryious proliferation of Sex Magic had changed that, and with a push from Psycho Dash, she was rutting and moaning, ready as a sow in a hog wallow.
Reveling in his bratty work, the boy leaned against the kitchen counter and produced a chocolate bar from his pocket. The sugary treat was just what he needed to get more hyperactive energy into his body, and he ate it with gusto, listening to Fluttershy moaning and stuffing her face into the trash while her buttocks, marked red by his handprints, wobbled behind her and her breasts hung to the floor like the udders of a cow. When he was finished stuffing his face, he crumpled the wrapped and, walking around to Fluttershy’s rear again, unceremoniously stuffed it, still speckled with toffee crumps and chocolate, into her wet and hairless pussy. The passage was surprisingly easy. Even though Fluttershy was extremely inexperienced, she was also unbelievably wet at her shabby treatment.
“From now on, you’re gonna be my garbage can!” Psycho Dash decreed, and then slapped slapped his open palm against her pussy mound for good measure. “You’re too stupid to be treated like a human, so I’ll just punch you all day and fill you with trash!” Fluttershy’s bottom wiggled as a brutal orgasmic shock tore through her body. An eight-year-old kid was using her most sacred place (so sacred, in fact, that she had previously blushed furiously whenever uttering even the most clinical terms for it) as a garbage dump! The feeling of his short fingers jamming that wrapper into her sopping cunt had been the greatest sensation of her teenage life, and being made to bury her face in soggy peelings was a close second. He was such a brat, abusing her, hitting her, treating her like literal refuse, but somehow it was making her feel things she’d never felt before!
“Y-yes!” she moaned from within the can. “W-we can play this game as much as you want!” The thin facade that it was only a children’s game was perhaps her only way of justifying being made to feel degraded and stupid by a kid half her age. Psycho Dash, for his part, was looking around the kitchen for objects to get his greedy little hands on, his usual form of mischief. He boosted his butt onto the counter and overturned a rack of drying dishes with a clatter, taking hold of a large wooden spatula and swinging it experimentally. With this implement in hand, he approached Fluttershy yet again, winding up for a mighty swing, arm extended far behind him and bringing the spatula around underarm so the flat end impacted into Fluttershy’s hanging breast with a mighty SLAP!
She moaned with pleasure, and this only seemed to fill the young boy with a mixture of glee and anger. He repeatedly beat her body with the utensil, making loud noises like meat being tenderized, leaving spatulate welts on her breasts and causing them to bounce and sway and jiggle side to side under her horizontal body. Five good whacks for her left breast, then five for her right, and all the time he called her stupid, a big-titted cow, a fat bitch, and a garbage can, occasionally ramming a foot into her ass to shove her face deeper into the trash. The entire time, the boy’s eyes shone with pure malevolence, the sort of untethered destructive spirit that only unaccountable young boys can have, the sort of boys who burns ants with a magnifying glass or puts lighter fluid on a cat and searches for the nearest match. A young and irresponsible force unhindered by any form of responsibility. Eventually he threw the spatula aside, and just started punching and kicking Fluttershy with his bare extremities, calling her stupid and worthless all the while.
Only after ten minutes or more did he have his fill of destruction. “Go clean yourself off, Stupid,” he ordered, pointing to what he presumed was the bathroom. “You stink. You smell like garbage and pussy. Your cunt is a trash can, Stupid. Your huge tits are just meat bags for me to slap.” He gave the trash can around her head a kick to prod her along, and Fluttershy pulled back from it, lettuce and carrot peelings marking her face, her pink hair wet with vegetable matter and scattered seeds. Her clothes were in tatters. Her breasts had ripped through the front, aided by Psycho Dash’s beatings, and below the waist, her panties were torn, leaving her almost completely exposed.
“Hurry up, idiot!” the boy ordered, as Fluttershy began to pathetically crawl. “You smell like a garbage dump! You stink!” He walked forward, pulled up the forelocks of her extravagant, juice-stained hair, and spat in her face, splattering her already-messy features with foamy saliva. Fluttershy moaned, and couldn’t resist extended her tongue to gather some of the mess and smear it, feeling aroused by the swampy taste of trash and expectorate.
“Y-yes, I’m sorry for being so fat and stupid!” Fluttershy said, and her typical meek voice was a perfect match for the role of sordid submission she now found herself in. “Please beat me all you want! It feels so good to get hit by a little kid!” In indulgence of this request, Psycho Dash booted her buttocks continuously, all the way to the bathroom door, before she wormed her way inside, her round, lewd hips barely sneaking through the frame.
He did not follow immediately, instead closing the door behind her, leaving Fluttershy alone. Moving in slow, stupid, stunned fashion, she extricated herself from the tattered dress, leaving it a rumpled mess on the tile, before stepping into the shower stall and closing the glass door behind. The glass was frosted, the large expanse of powder yellow color seen from outside made it clear how completely her breasts and buttocks filled the modest enclosure. She turned the water on, and a soon it was washing the filth off of her face and hair, running down the huge channel between her massive hugs, and tickling over a body that was extraordinarily sensitive in every way.
Fluttershy had never felt anything like it. Given the chance to rest a moment and take stock of what she was feeling, it was like her body was aflame with forbidden, lustful sensations she could never have believed possible before. Every bruise, every pinch, every palm or spatula-shaped red impact zone was tingling with unspeakable heat. She slid a hand down between her legs and began to slide a finger against the fat nub of her clit, the pleasure was intense and immediate, so much so that Fluttershy almost bit through her lip trying to contain a scream. “Oh!”
With her hair plastered to her wet body and her bulbous tits and ass glistening with water and soap suds, she was like something out of a cheesecake car wash calendar. She knew these newfound feelings were important and strange, had a dim idea that Sex Magic was spreading and to blame, but at the same time, her mind was changing as acutely as her body. It was more comfortable to give it, rather than devote much thought to it. Privately, she began to like the idea of being called Stupid - the boy’s rude and degrading name for her - and having no expectations placed on her besides her duties as a pain slave and garbage bin. Being stupid and getting beaten and treated like shit by an elementary-schooler was so much more simple than life as a teenage girl, with all the expectations and social landmines, the rat race of popularity and friendship dynamics! Besides, Fluttershy had always loved animals, and the rabbits, dogs and other sundry creatures she cared for were perfectly alright without any so-called human intelligence.
As she contemplated this, her body sliding down the steamed-up tile of the shower, spread-kneed, fingering herself lewdly and making cute ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ noises, the door to the bathroom opened at last. Psycho Dash had found a large bottle of orange juice in the fridge and downed the entire thing, and now needed powerfully to piss. This was something the boy always looked forward to - besides breaking things, hitting things and killing things, pissing on things was one of his favorite pastimes. Through the frosted glass, Fluttershy could see nothing but a vaguely aquamarine blob as the boy dropped his shorts and flipped the toilet lid up. But before he started to flow, he turned and pulled open the shower door, revealing Fluttershy in her crumpled state, and also unabashedly giving her a full view of his naked penis.
Fluttershy gasped. Psycho Dash’s penis, although he was only in grade school, was unbelievably large. Through the steam and water she could see every detail of it, hanging like an elephant’s trunk, the same color as his skin, absolutely slathered in oily sweat. It reached past his knee, a foot long or more. He was uncircumcised and his long, nasty foreskin hung down an additional two inches, culminating in a pooched, swollen sleeve. Behind this display, the boy’s enormous pair of balls also hung in a swollen sack, a pillow for his obscene dick hose to lay on, so large and cum-choked they couldn’t fit easily between his thighs. Fluttershy’s nose wrinkled and she moaned. Psycho Dash’s sweaty dick and balls stank, making her eyes water.
“Getting clean in there, Stupid?” he asked, showing off his endowment with pride. “Once you’re done with that, you can clean me! I haven’t taken a bath in three weeks, even since Aunt Rainbow told me I’d be coming to see you!” Behind him, Fluttershy’s bathroom was astringently neat - everything in its proper place, from beauty products to knick-knacks to monogrammed towels. Psycho Dash turned toward the toilet and began to piss with astounding copiousness and power, not caring much about where he was aiming, looking back at Fluttershy as he hosed down her toilet seat and tank, and the floor, with a foamy, frothy burst of yellow waste. The eruption was fat and ragged and splattery, and it filled the entire bathroom with the miasma of hot piss.
Fluttershy’s mind immediately went back to the barn at Sweet Apple Acres, where she and the other girls had first encountered Blackie, the rude and powerful horse that eventually became Twilight Sparkle’s ‘boyfriend’. It too had pissed powerfully and without shame, right in front of them, and Fluttershy had thought the moment rather naughty and unnerving at the time. But now, with the Sex Magic working inside her body, she understand what Twilight had felt. Every part of her was tingling at the image of a massive, filthy penis taking a big, long, messy piss. She watched with amazement as Psycho Dash’s splattery, dark-yellow stream continued unabated, the boy feeling an obvious sense of relief, releasing himself all over her home and spraying his wherever he wished. He even reached out, grabbed her toothbrush (pink-bristled and powder yellow, with cute bunnies inlaid on the handle) and directed his pissload straight onto the bristles. “You can even brush your teeth with my piss, dummy!” the boy said, and his expression suggested that for the duration of his visit, he would force her to do just that.
Entranced, Fluttershy crawled to the shower door and leaned out, her face thirsty, just as Psycho Dash was finishing his business. Her breasts, low-hanging and voluminous, dragged over the base of the shower door. She was filled with an unnatural need to be subject to her young companion’s whims, no matter how cruel. Psycho Dash, knocked the last few drops of piss off the end of his dick by banging it on the toilet rim, and then spun around, tossing the urine-soaked toothbrush into the sink, placing hands on his narrow hips, showing off his long, smooth, grease-coated dick to his teenage sponsor. For the second time, Fluttershy’s nose wrinkled with the stench that was coming from his rod. A quick examination showed that weeks of cum, piss, and ball-sweat had congealed on the surface into a sort of oily grease that coated his dick and balls. As for the cocktip, it was mostly obscured by that long foreskin, packed with built-up cock cheese.
“Suck my smelly cock, you dumb bitch!” Psycho Dash ordered, and crossing his arms over his narrow chest. A vein in his shaft pulsed and the entire thing seemed to shudder. Fluttershy licked her lips and crawled forward. She was only dimly aware, at this point, that the Sex Magic was affecting her judgment as well as her body. She only wanted to satisfy her urge to nurture and serve by cleaning an 8-year-old kid’s filthy cock with her mouth. She opened it wide, indecently so, and waggled her tongue around. When she used one hand to lift the tip to her crawling face, she got a close look at the huge smegma-load she was tasked with removing, and nearly vomited. As it was, she dry heaved, her eyes watering and desperate.
“Oooh, it smells sooo bad!” she moaned. Twin rivulets of clear snot poured from her nose as the brutal stench agitated her sinuses. But still she extended her tongue and dug into the boy’s long, nasty cock-hood, pressing her mouth against it, digging out whatever accumulated dick cheese she could find. When she pulled back, her eyes were unfocused and glassy with lewd arousal, and flecks of whitish-yellow smegma were covering her upper lick, nostrils and the corners of her mouth. By far the largest deposit was on her tongue - it was covered in the slimy, crumbly gunk, and when she tucked it in like a closing drawer, she had to chew in order to break the gunk back down into sweat and semen. It tasted just as disgusting as it smelled, but Fluttershy didn’t hesitate. In her Sex Magic-addled state, pure service of male bodies was the only pure concept she understood.
“Yeah, clean my dick out!” Psycho Dash spat, smacking her atop the head and then grabbing a handful of water-logged pink hair to control her movement. “I made sure it was extra-dirty for you, you dumb bitch! Take a sniff!” Using his other hand, he gathered his unnaturally-large organ and pressed the tip directly into Fluttershy’s face, covering her entire nose in a ‘sheath’ of his foreskin while she obediently took in long, lewd, obsessive breaths, sucking pure dick-stench straight up into her brain. She made a desperate gurgling sound. The smell was so bad, it was like what you would get if you took a sweaty clothes hamper and filled it with expired milk. Worse than any animal cage she had ever cleaned. She could feel her brain cells disintegrating from the brutal, mind-altering musk, and felt absolutely, shamefully resigned to throwing away her intelligence in order to more comfortably serve as the boy’s personal slut puppet. Her own lubrication slid down her wet thighs as she snorted the wet sludge from inside the boy’s floppy, hanging cock-hood.
He beat her face, hard slaps left and right, and smeared his cock against her nose, lips, and cheeks, marking her. Even though Fluttershy had never sucked a cock in her life, or ever really considered it, she now took to the task of body worship with the enthusiasm of a desperate whore, sucking for her life. She lefted Psycho Dash’s long, greasy dick shaft and shoved her face into his balls, sucking and licking the oily, weeks-old sweat from his smooth and glistening ball-sack, feeling the churning of chunky, barely-liquid cum within. She kissed and sucked her way up his thighs, making a lewd, hollow-cheeked blowjob face as she vacuumed her mouth over his inner thighs, his taint, and the hairless expanse of his pubis, collecting the filth from his unwashed body on her tongue and savoring the smell and taste of musk from a pre-teen male. Her hugs tits bounced and wobbled on the piss-soaked floor, her ass jutted in twin mounds behind her.
Eventually, Psycho Dash grabbed a tight fistful of hair and directed his toy over to the edge of the bathtub, bidding her lean her back and neck against it in a slouching posture. In doing so, there was nowhere for her head to go when he turned his lean, boyish shanks, stepped up on her chest with shoe-clad feet, and sat directly on her face like a boy taking a squat in the woods. Fluttershy moaned as her mouth was pressed flush against Psycho Dash’s asshole, and she instinctively extended her tongue to clean that part of the boy as well, licking his ass, taint, and balls while her dainty nostrils snorted the sizzling sweat from his glistening rim. He lowered all his weight onto her, truly seating himself, not caring about her discomfort. “That’s it, eat my shit, you dumb bitch!” he crowed, his high, juvenile voice at odds with the libertine lewdness of the order. “I took the biggest poo ever this morning, and there might be some left for you if you look real hard!”
Fluttershy, completely lost in her own magic-fueled addiction to abuse, lewdly reached to cup the boy’s buttocks in her hands and spread his cheeks wide, allowing her mouth the greatest access possible. Making lewd slurping noises, she sealed her mouth over his sweat-soaked asshole and slid her tongue as deep as she dared, moaning hot breaths into his undercarriage as she began to lick his slick bowel walls. It was no different than cleaning up after one of her many dogs, her roiling mind told her. Only she was the pet, and the boy the master - and a precocious and cruel one at that. He laughed as Fluttershy utterly degraded herself, reaching down to twist her nipples and slap her tits, wiggling his trim hips to grind his butt into her face. “Ha! Everyone told me you were so pretty and nice, but now you’re licking my butthole!” he taunted. “You must really like the taste of my shit, Stupid. You do, don’t you?”
“Y-yes!” Fluttershy groaned, barely stopping her anal licking to answer. “I love the taste of your shit! Nnnngggh-auauauugh!”
Psycho Dash clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, reaching back to shove Fluttershy’s face into his ass even more snugly as he released a long, brutal fart explode directly in her face, up her nose and down her throat. “Here you go, Stupid!” he grunted, mid-expulsion. It was seven or eight seconds of degrading, loose flatulence and once well-regarded teenage beauty swallowed every bit of it. In the same way that Twilight Sparkle had been unable to resist the charms of Blackie the Horse, Fluttershy’s body was responding in ways beyond her control. She could no longer resist, physically or mentally, the opportunity to be beaten, degraded, and treated like shit by a little kid, and the worse the treatment, the better. She continued to rim the boy’s ass, taking deep, devouring licks, hungry to be degraded by his sitting on her face, until his long, light-blue penis was rock hard, tumescent with ragged veins that seemed to break apart and rejoin like lightning strikes. The organ jutted out in front of him obscenely, and eventually he rose from her face, planting his feet on the tub’s edge to do so, and pressed down on his cock, leaning forward, aiming to burrow it straight downward like a drill, into her throat.
Fluttershy, gasping and barely able to control herself, licked her lips hungrily, collecting the saliva and spit-bubbles that ringed her mouth, slickening her throat for the coming onslaught. “Choke on my cock until you’re fucking retarded, Stupid!” ordered Psycho Dash, and he dropped his hips into a squat, knees spread wide, driving his fat, long penis downward and down Fluttershy’s gullet, heedless of obstacles, bending her spasming, gurgling throat to his will. He began to raise and lower his hips, coring out her throat like the main pipe of an oil derrick, making her slobber and drool and moan, fingering herself all the while. His heavy balls slapped against her tits and beck as more than foot of thick meat buried itself in her throat. Saliva burst from the seal of her mouth in foamy gouts, and the noises she made were less than human - gagging, choking, drooling noises of surpassing obscenity.
Any time Psycho Dash could combine defiling something with degrading something, and further combine that with breaking something, he couldn’t help but enjoy the act. The brutal skull-fucking of Fluttershy was such an act, and the sneering, joyful expression on the boy’s face clearly demonstrated his pleasure. With each stroke he slammed the back of Fluttershy’s head into the porcelain edge of the bathtub, making a resounding “CLONG!” noise that signaled the snuffing out of millions of her brain-cells with each concussion-inducing, brutal thrust. It was a true disgrace - a rape of both throat and mind. He choke-fucked her until both lack of oxygen and brutal blows to her cranium were working in tandem to fuel her masochistic orgasms. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Fluttershy passed out, came to, passed out again while still being throat-raped by the young boy. She had countless orgasms from the brutal treatment, eventually losing control of her faculties and pissing extravagantly in an arc, flowing out between her long, prone legs. She could feel herself being concussed into possibly permanent mental disability, and didn’t care. She came all the harder imagining her future life as a rape puppet who had been beaten retarded by an alpha boy with a big, fat cock.
She made hurking and vomiting noises as saliva and throat slime burst from her mouth, sliding down between her massive tits. There was no doubt her throat was being stretched, reshaped into the image of the boy’s massive cock, and it was not the only part of her bending to his sadistic, immature whims. He mind and body as a whole were becoming his. She could feel his cocktip spearing deep into her guts, battering her stomach, pumping huge gouts of unclean, stinky pre-cum into her body. His fat balls swung and slapped at her chest, drawing back with each hip-thrust and causing bridges of bubbly saliva to form and break against her breasts. “I’m gonna cum, Stupid!” Psycho Dash warned, after what seemed like an eternity of unyielding throat rape. “Get ready and swallow it all!”
It was not like she had a choice. Psycho Dash sank his dick into her as if he were trying to stab her to death, impaling her upper body on his fleshy fuck-spike and grunting with animalistic fervor as shot after creamy, chunky shot of kid-jizz blasted into Fluttershy’s dominated guts. Her stomach immediately bulged out lewdly with the obscene volume of semen, growing every larger as the boy ground his pubis into her nose and smeared her spit-soaked chest with his sweaty balls, bottoming out as thoroughly as he could, skipping her throat entirely and delivering a degrading load of cum into her deepest and most intimate recesses. The wet sound of heavy semen sloppily spraying from his dick could easily be heard, and Fluttershy raised her hands up and lewdly cupped his pre-teen buttocks in order to pull him deeper and guzzle as much of the ultra-dense semen as she could. Her image of herself as a garbage can - a waste bucket that happened to be shaped like a voluptuous teen girl - was complete. She loved being filled with cum. The splattery, pressurized sound of fat semen ropes bursting from Psycho Dash’s oversized prick and piling up in her belly was music to her ears. And while he was emptying his childish body into her, he called her every name in the book - a toilet, a cumdump, a stupid whore, an ass-licking rape ditch - with her eagerly moaning her cock-choked assent to each.
Minutes later, once his orgasm had subsided, Psycho Dash disengaged and left Fluttershy looking dazed and destroyed, cum and spit sliding down her front like a waterfall, smegma and cum bubbles on her lips, snot running from her nose, her face awash in grease and ball-sweat, her massive tits hanging lewdly with the nipples shamefully erect, almost like miniature dicks themselves. The lips of her pussy were swollen and a darker yellow color due to her aroused engorgement. He pulled up his pants and spit in her face. She didn’t respond, didn’t even blink. His frothy loogie slid across her catatonic eyeball like a slug and continued down her cheek. She was utterly and totally mind-broken, a boy-owned whore. Psycho Dash smiled to himself. His work was far from over, but it had been a good start. Women were, like all other things in the world, just playthings for him to break or toss around, or do with whatever he wished.

A week later, near the end of Psycho Dash’s planned visit, Fluttershy was suspending from Canterlot High. It was the first day she’d down up all week, after five days of unexplained absence, and she left the Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna no choice but to banish her from the premises, as she walked in the front door wearing an obscenely inappropriate outfit that included a dog collar, the attached leash of which led to the hand of Psycho Dash, who proudly displayed his new ‘pet’ to the astounded students.
Every male student couldn’t turn away from the spectacle. Fluttershy was wearing a barely-there thong that all but disappeared between her round, balloon-like buttocks, leaving the expanses of flesh to bounce, shake and wobble with her every movement. The front of the thong was tiny and didn’t even cover the slick, swollen lips of her pussy, giving every leering teenage guy a look at her labia. Her breasts hung in a microscopic bra that barely qualified as clothing. The cups were not even large enough to cover her nipples, which protruded powerfully, poking into the fabric and making each pink lace bra cup look like a miniature tent. Her massive tit size was lewdly displayed - her huge jugs hung to her waist and each looked like it could be groped by four guys at once without their hands ever touching.
Fluttershy’s normally modest-but-fashionable makeup job was replaced by a whorish smokey eye and overdone glossed lips, though it was hard to tell where the makeup stopped and the bruises began. Both of her eyes were blackened and her nose was slightly crooked, she told anyone who asked about her misfortune that Psycho Dash really loved punching her in her stupid face when she made a mistake, which was all the time, since she was, after all, stupid. Waddling on obscene high heels and with the thicc thighs wrapped in torn fishnets, she said that she wasn’t a student anymore, but a prostitute who would take care of any boys who wanted her. Arrangements could be made by paying her eight-year-old pimp, who was holding her leash.
“You can even piss on my stupid face!” she told Bulk Biceps, who actually seemed to consider the offer. Psycho Dash had written on her body in black marker, helpfully listing conditions and prices:
FLUTTERSHY STUPID WHORE
$5 ANYTHING GOES
FUCKS AND SUCKS
DRINKS PISS
EATS ASS
ASS, PUSSY OR THROAT OKAY!
SHE’LL FUCK YOUR DOG TOO!
PUNCH HER STUPID FACE IF SHE DOESN’T SWALLOW!
She attracted quite a crowd before a horrified Principal Luna ushered her off the premises; with Psycho Dash objecting that the “dumb old bitch” was “costing him money” but shutting her down. Rainbow Dash, watching from a distance, could not help herself, and started to smile, laughing with deep and vengeful glee. Her plan had worked! Her devil of a nephew had had the intended effect, and now there was nothing standing in the way of Flash Sentry’s affections!
She sought him out, turning his attention to Fluttershy, who had resorted to sucking dick outside the school, just a small walk from the sports field. The formerly-sweet teenage girl was on her hands and knees, leashed, taking hard cocks in her pussy and ass while Canterlot High students surrounded her, waiting their turns, slapping her fat ass and huge tits. “Looks like she won’t be dating anyone, now!” Rainbow Dash said proudly. Flash Sentry looked slightly nauseous for a moment as he watched Fluttershy get pimped out to every boy in school, and then his face went dark and hard. Rainbow Dash didn’t quite notice, though, and leaned into him, perching her chin on his shoulder and saying, as cutely as she could muster: “So I guess you need a date to the Fall Formal, right?” She fluttered her eyelashes, certain she had captured her prize.
Flash Sentry didn’t make eye contact with Rainbow, only watching while another fat teenage dick ripped into Fluttershy’s asshole and started stirring up her bowels. It was hard to read his expression. The “hot bitch” he’d bragged that he would bang to all his friends, had been reduced to nothing but a worthless prostitute, and this marked just the latest in a long line of disappointments with women. His All-American good looks began to look strained as he considered the scene. At last, he turned to Rainbow Dash, and his eyes hinted at a young man pushed to the breaking point. First, he had dated Sunset Shimmer, only to have her turn into an evil bitch. Then, his ‘crush’, Twilight Sparkle, had stood him up at the formal dance in order to have sex with a horse instead. Even though people were too polite to point it out, he knew he’d basically been cucked by an animal. And now, just when he’d been on the verge of finally getting some pussy from Fluttershy, she’s turned into the disgusting fuckbitch of the entire school.
His hands balled into fists and he turned to Rainbow Dash at last, with a villainous expression. Her face instantly changed from expectant romance to worry - she saw the intent in his eyes, and it wasn’t pretty, even if she didn’t understand it.
“Women really are disgusting whores,” Flash Sentry said, raising his hands as if to throttle her.
Rainbow Dash gulped. “W-wait!” she objected, as the larger teen began to loom over her. She cringed against a locker as Flash Sentry’s shadow grew. When his hands wrapped around her throat and started to squeeze, she could not even scream.

Seven months later, at Sweet Apple Acres, four of the friends gathered in order to go about their daily business. Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Applejack, formerly along the most popular girls at Canterlot High, were now all dropouts. They prostrated themselves on all fours like dogs, their palms flat in the damp straw of the barn, lined up hip to hip, presenting their pussies and asses in a colorful array - purple, aquamarine, yellow and orange.
They were all pregnant and lined up like sows in front of their feeding bowls, which were labeled with their names and filled with a mixture of semen from various farm animals and male volunteers. All four were being fucked. Twilight Sparkle, with her magically-enhanced bimbo bubble butt bouncing and her huge balloon tits pressing into the barn floor, had the largest belly of the four - the Sex Magic, with a little help from her convenient pony origins, had allowed her “boyfriend” Blackie the Horse to put a foal in her belly. Her enormous preggo gut was slung under her like an over-inflated beach ball, while the horse, forelegs thrown up over a bar installed for that purpose, absolutely ripped apart her asshole with nearly three feet of brutal equine cock. Her tongue hung lewdly out of her mouth as her bowels were destroyed and her insides reshaped, not for the first time of the last. She had utterly given herself up to being a horse’s breeding toilet, and had, for all intents and purposes, forgotten her original reason for ever coming to Canterlot High.
Beside her Fluttershy was being raped by Psycho Dash, who left his elementary school to visit Sweet Apple Acres just for that purpose. Fluttershy had her face buried in her feeding bowl, slurping up horse cum, while the boy slapped her ass, burying his cock as deep as he could, telling her that once she had his kid, he’d have a little brother or sister to bully and boss around. Fluttershy’s fat ass and huge tits were so enormous that the bulge of her preggo gut was just another spherical protrusion in a long list of them, but Psycho Dash didn’t mind - it just meant she had more parts he could aim at when it came time to beat her. He liked nothing better than punching, kicking, and slapping Fluttershy while calling her a retard and stupid, a role she readily accepted. In fact, her name, Fluttershy, had been forgotten. She had been trained by the boy to respond only to ‘names’ such as Stupid, Cumdump, Pain Pig, Toilet, and Retard. Each afternoon, he would gather his kindergarten class and they would take turns punching her tits black and blue.
Third in line was Applejack, who, despite her penchant for being beaten to the point of miscarriage by her brother, had almost carried a baby to term for once. Not that that would last much longer - Big Mac was fucking her pussy with his monster cock, not her ass, and she cried out that she wanted him to dump his thick and copious cum all over her unborn child’s face and ‘drown the little varmint!’ As with the other friends, Applejack reveled in being treated like subhuman shit and looked forward to licking ass and slurping up cock scum each day beside her friends, with whom she’d formed a sort of Sex Magic commune. They were the only four, so far, who could appreciate how good it felt to get raped and have abortions over and over. “Come on, snuff this little bastard with your big ol’ dick!” she begged her brother, taking stroke after womb-penetrating stroke from his monster fuckpipe. “Scrape out my pussy, darn it!”
“Eeeyup,” said Big Mac, his muscled ass flexing. For him, skull-fucking, beating, and raping his sister was as normal as pulling a plow.
Finally, fourth in line, there was Rainbow Dash, being fucked in the ass by Flash Sentry. Her pregnant belly was perhaps the lewdest, as the rest of her athletic body was still slim and enticing, leaving only her gut swollen and looking ready to drop a kid at any moment. Flash Sentry, affected by Sex Magic and pushed over the edge by the cuckoldry of Twilight Sparkle, now used her as a way to satisfy his most forbidden sadistic urges. Rainbow Dash, in her twisted mind, thought that she had ‘won’ Flash Sentry and that they were dating, even though all he ever did was spit in her face, beat her, rape her and treat her like shit. She had been expelled from school after proudly showing around her broken nose and black eye, claiming they meant “Flash really loved her’. She was utterly stricken with adoration for him, no matter how poorly he treated her, and was more than content to drink his piss and eat the shit straight from his asshole whenever he wanted. Slurping up horse semen because it would be good nutrients for the baby growing in her gut, her deluded mind imagined an idyllic future where she and Flash Sentry would raise their child together in a happy household. In fact, the blue-haired, sadistic teen boy intended to literally piss on her and throw her into a trash bin later that week, where she could give birth among the rats for all he cared. Any baby Rainbow Dash had, he reasoned, would be just another cum-sucking semen rag for him to rape, no more worthy of respect than its mother.
“God, you’re a fucking piece of shit, Rainbow Dash!” he groaned, and fired a fat load up her well-raped ass with his considerable penis, slumping over her body to do so.
“I love you too, darling!” she moaned, her voice partially muffled by a mouthful of lumpy, weeks-old horse semen.
From a perch far off in the hills, Sunset Shimmer observed the proceedings through a pair of high-powered binoculars, flanked by Rarity and Pinkie Pie. “What’s going on?” Rarity asked.
Sunset Shimmer grimaced and lowered the binoculars. “It’s worse than we thought,” she confided. “If we’re going to save our them, we have to do something soon.”
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