Story

The Rerapening


“Hello there, my good colt! May I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?”

“What? I don’t underst-…uh…” The colt collapsed to the ground unconscious.  They wouldn’t be waking up for an hour or two.  That would be plenty of time...

“I can’t believe that worked again! This really is all too easy.”

The mare got to work stripping the colt of his uniform before tying him up, gagging him, and stuffing him inside the small closet in the corner of the room, next to his knocked-out partner.

- - - - -

Scootaloo waited anxiously as the second hand ticked closer to the twelve on her gold pocket watch.  A loud bang echoed behind her as she flicked it closed.  She turned around to look at the figure that was now standing in the room with her.
Inside a shallow crater in the floor stood a mare completely covered in frost.  She shook it off to reveal her bright orange coat and purple mane, grinning at Scootaloo all the while.

“You got here right on time.” Scootaloo said.

“I should hope so.” she replied, almost sarcastically.

“How did everything go?”

“Exactly as planned!”

“Well then, suit up!”

Scootaloo tossed her doppelganger the spare Wonderbolt uniform that she had pulled off the (now indisposed) colt just moments earlier.
“It’s almost time for the show Scootatoo,” she said as she lowered the pair of flight googles on her forehead.  Scootatoo nodded and did the same, the sly grin from earlier stretching into a devilish smile.


- - - - -


A sky-blue, rainbow maned filly happily skipped towards an imposing looking trailer.  She could hardly contain her excitement as she prepared to knock on its door.

She had managed to score a VIP pass to see her all time heroes: The Wonderbolts!  Rainbow Dash had wanted to show up to the stadium they were performing at an hour early in order to try and get an autograph, and maybe even get a hoofshake if she was lucky.  She had been so nervous on the way over though, that she ended up flying at a snail’s pace and stopping on clouds  along the way to double and triple check that the pass was still securely hanging around her neck.

Now she was standing in front of their trailer!  She could hardly believe her luck.  She was raising her hoof to knock when the door suddenly swung open.

“Well, what do we have here?” asked one of the two Wonderbolts standing in the doorway.

“What a cute little filly!” said the other.

Rainbow Dash stumbled backwards, caught off guard.  She quickly regained her composure.

“H-Hello…” Her voice cracked a little when she spoke.  She reached down for the pass that was hanging around her neck and handed it to one of the Wonderbolts.

“A VIP all-access pass! Well, well!” they both said with a sly grin.

“Would you like to come inside?” asked the Wonderbolt on her right, a wide smile on their face.

“Boy, would I ever!” Rainbow Dash squeaked, jumping up and down excitedly.  She flew into the trailer without a second thought.

The door closed with a loud metallic dong as a number of locks clicked shut.

- - - - -

Rainbow Dash was sitting on a couch between the two Wonderbolts.  She was holding a half-empty bottle of beer in one of her hooves, staring at it with a look that plainly stated she didn’t care much for the stuff.  The taste was awfully bitter and it left her feeling a little queasy.  It had been her first taste of beer and the alcohol was already starting to take effect on her small body.

The Wonderbolts had offered her the drink shortly after inviting her in and telling her a few stories about past shows and their travels all over, and outside, Equestria.  She hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, accepting it gratefully so as to not offend them or seem uncool.  That was the last thing she wanted to happen.

She was feeling more sick than anything else really.  She didn’t think she’d be able to finish it and gave the two ‘bolts a look that said just that.

“Are you guys sure about this?” she asked tentatively.

“You’re a big filly, aren’t you? Besides, it’s not like we’re going to tell anyone…”

“We are the Wonderbolts after all, the coolest of cool ponies, right?” finished the other.

They had an odd practice of finishing each others’ sentences.  Dash found it strange at first and as they kept talking it became sort of unsettling.  They were just so...in sync.

The two started to playfully mess with Dash’s mane before she could say anything more.

“Don’t worry Dashie, if you don’t like it there’s plenty of mineral water or juice.  You can have whatever you want.  We’ll just keep it our little secret.”

“You wouldn’t tell anyone about it right?” they said together, in perfect unison.

“Of course not!” Dash replied without a seconds’ hesitation.

“Great!” said the Wonderbolt on her right.  She took the beer from her hoof and placed it on a nearby side table.

“In that case, we’ve got a special secret to share with you!” said the other.

The young filly looked at each Wonderbolt in turn, shock and amazement written all over her face. The Wonderbolts - her idols - were going to share a secret with her: a nopony little filly from Cloudsdale!  She scrunched her face together with her fore-hooves and thought it would be so awesome!

She looked into the Wonderbolts’ large eyes and realized in the back of her mind that they were stunningly similar.  In fact, there were a lot of similarities between the two pegasi.  She even had the slightest inkling that she shouldn’t have been by herself with two strange mares, even if they were Wonderbolts...  As a wide smile stretched across her face however, the thoughts completely vanished from her mind.  She had come to the show, and shown up at their trailer, for an autograph and maybe a brief hoofshake.  Now she was going to be privy to knowledge held by only a hooful of the world’s top pegasi; or she hoped so at least.  She was beyond excited - everything else was drowned out by ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh...

The Wonderbolts were just as anxious as Rainbow Dash, but they didn’t look it.  They got up off the couch and beckoned for her to join them at the back of the trailer.  There was a spacious bedroom and an expansive bed.  They motioned for her to lie down and relax.

“So... how about we show you a nice little technique to relax before a big flight?  Hmm?  Would you like that, Dash?” they said, in unsettling unison once again.

As soon as the words were out of their mouths Rainbow Dash started nodding her head as fast as she could.  Her rainbow hair was a blur of colour.

“Good.  Then let’s get started...”

The Wonderbolt that Dash thought seemed to talk by themsevels more often than in unison took charge, starting to rub up and down her back with both hooves.  She was giving her a deep tissue massage.  The other Wonderbolt, the one Dash saw as a bit more timid or laid back, was lying behind her and watching the other Wonderbolt work as she combed her tail.  She had pulled it off of a nearby dresser and gone to work on Dash’s tail - it needed the attention, constantly frazzled from her reckless flying.

Dash hadn’t been tense to begin with - aside from the anxiety of being inside the trailer with her heroes - but she could feel every muscle in her body relax as the ‘bolt massaging her worked their way up and down her back.

The mare - maybe she was the older sister or older twin, Dash thought - had started off working her shoulders; she put just enough muscle into the massage that Dash was wincing, but not so much that she’d cry out in pain.  She worked her hooves in circles, starting off with nice, wide, light ones before tightening them up and really digging her hooves in.
She worked all the way from Dash’s shoulders down to just above her hips in the same fashion.  On the way back up, she paid special attention to Dash’s wings - working around her joints in strong, tight circles before rolling her wing bones between her hooves from joint to tip and back down again. Dash couldn’t help but moan and groan in pleasure as she was pushed down into the mattress.

She was being kneaded like a ball of dough, or maybe tenderized like a filet mignon...and she was loving every second of it.  She was in heaven.

As the first Wonderbolt continued to massage her shoulders and neck, the other - the one that was lying behind her - had started combing her tail in shorter strokes nearer to the base.  Her rainbow tail was the smoothest and neatest it had been in months, and the mare was stroking it with her hooves and rubbing her face against it.  She even grabbed Dash’s tail by its base and gave it a few sharp tugs, eliciting some particularly high-pitched moans from the little filly.  The ‘bolt kept tugging at it as they watched Dash’s wings reach higher into the air.

The massage had been one thing, but Dash couldn’t help herself when they started tugging on her tail.  Her wings had already started slowly inching up, growing more erect throughout the massage (especially during the wing massage), and the tugs had sent her over the edge.

Her wings were fully erect now, standing straight-up in the air with her feathers spread wide.

“Ooh, does that mean you’re enjoying the massage then Dashie?” the Wonderbolts teased her together.  She couldn’t answer.  Although she was embarrassed about her wings, she wasreally enjoying herself.  She just buried her blushing face a little further into the mattress and continued moaning and groaning in pure bliss.

The Wonderbolts seemed to be enjoying the massage too.  Both were sweating lightly underneath their jumpsuits while admiring the petite filly underneath their hooves.
Rainbow Dash was lean and muscular, but soft to their touch.  There was just enough give in her petite frame that every moan, every groan, and every sigh got the two mares just a little hotter and a little more bothered.  Dash couldn’t see it with her head in the mattress, but the Wonderbolt massaging her shoulders and neck had even stiffer wings than she did.

Looking over at their partner was enough to send the Wonderbolt behind Dash over the edge.  Her own wings were fully erect as she began to slowly massage Dash’s haunches.  She paid special attention to where Dash’s cutie marks were - the cloud and lightning bolt - and dug her hooves in right over them.

Dash hadn’t been expecting it and lifted her hindquarters off of the bed in surprise.

The mare had been caught off-guard as well, but leaned on the filly’s hips to push her back down into the bed.  That’s when she started to massage Dash’s taut little ass instead.  She dug her hooves into the soft asscheeks, working in small tight circles that made Dash’s legs twitch happily.

Dash somehow managed to spread herself out on the bed even more.


Both mares stopped suddenly, hopping off of the bed and walking towards a nearby minifridge. Their wings were still standing straight up in the air and it made the walk a little awkward, but they managed.  Lifting her head out of the mattress because of the sudden break, Dash couldn’t help but stare at the pair’s wings as they walked.  She felt just a bit better about her own.

They had started to calm down the second the two had stopped working her over, but they perked right back up again at the sight.

“Okay, let’s take a little break” said the two Wonderbolts, each having pulled out a bowl from the fridge.  One was covered so that Dash couldn’t tell at all what was inside while the other was stacked high with a variety of fresh, ripe fruit.  Especially large, juicy strawberries.

“You shouldn’t fly on an empty stomach and fruit is the best pre-flight snack because it’s light and nutritious!” they said.

They walked towards her, each clenching a bowl in their teeth before placing them on the edge of the bed and feeding each other a strawberry.  They offered Dash some, but when she reached out to grab a particularly juicy looking one, they “tsk-tsk”ed her and insisted that she couldn’t pick them up herself.  Instead, they offered her one out of their hooves, holding it up for her to nibble on.

She hesitated at first, but gave in after seeing their encouraging glances.  All part of being famous, she thought.  She ate it quickly - but self-consciously - embarrassed at the thought of what she’d just done.

The day had already exceeded every dream she could have for a day with the Wonderbolts and now she was being fed by them!  Dash didn’t think things could possibly get any better.  She was ecstatic; she was over the moon!  She reached for another piece of fruit before one of the ‘bolts put their leg over the bowl to block her.

“How about we play a little game to pass the time before the show Dash?” one of the Wonderbolts asked.

Dash had managed to tell them more or less apart by personality, but she’d lost track after they got off the bed.  She could only guess that this was the forceful one that had given her the back massage.

“Sure!” she replied without a moment’s hesitation.

“Great!  We knew you’d want to play with us” replied the other, as their partner walked towards a small closet at the back of the room.  She returned holding in her teeth what looked like a long strip of plain black cloth.

“What’s that supposed to be?” Dash blurted out, a little too eagerly.  She blushed about jumping the gun - something she was prone to doing - and sat quietly on the bed.

“Well Dashie...it’s going to be a blindfold.  We’re going to cover your eyes and then you’re going to have to guess what kind of fruit we’re feeding you!  Sounds like fun right?”

They had her blindfolded in 10 seconds flat and started right off the bat with something ridiculously easy - another strawberry.  Dash chuckled to herself; they’d given her the same fruit she’d just finished eating!  She played along though, knowing that they were testing her just as much as they were playing a game.

There were some standard fruits like grapes and slices of apples and oranges and even some banana pieces...  Then there were quite a few exotic fruits that she hadn’t tried before like lychee and mango and something called durian that smelled terrible but tasted delicious.  She thought that one day she’d be a part of the Wonderbolts and be rich and famous enough to get to travel the world, doing shows while eating such exotic delicacies.

“This next one’s pretty big Dash, so open wide and say ‘aaaaah’.” said whichever Wonderbolt was on her right side.

Enjoying the little game they were playing, Dash did as she was told and opened her mouth as wide as she could, letting her little pink tongue flop out while making a face in the direction she thought the Wonderbolt was still sitting.  She hummed a little tune while waiting for that next piece of fruit, waving her head from side to side in search of it.  She was salivating slightly at the thought of the next delicious piece she’d get to try.

She finally found something with all her bobbing and weaving, but it wasn’t fruit...

Dash ripped off her blindfold to get a good look at the long, stiff cock that was sliding out of its sheath and deeper into her throat.  The mare in front of her - if she even was a mare - was standing on their hind legs and pushing themselves deeper and deeper into her.  Dash had done most of the work by lining her mouth up so that they could just ram themselves in...

They were unceremoniously face-fucking her and she’d only just realized what was happening.  As the ‘bolt continued their savage thrusting, they grabbed hold of Dash’s ears like they were handle-bars to help stabilize themselves and quicken their pace.
She was grunting heavily now, pulling Dash’s face towards her as she plunged her stiff cock further down her throat, and pushing it away as she set herself up for another massive thrust.  Her sheer girth created a bulge in Dash’s throat as it constricted around and practically sucked on the raging member.

Dash couldn’t believe - she didn’t want to believe - what was happening.  She had instinctively recoiled when the thing entered her, but she had been held firmly in place by the mare behind her as the one in front continued her relentless assault.  She had wanted to bite down on it - her instincts telling her to fight and flee - but the size of it in her small mouth made it impossible for her to move her jaw.  She was stuck with her mouth wide open as the Wonderbolt did as they pleased.  Even as she began to feel faint from the sudden shock and lack of air, she knew she was helpless.  She was being physically and emotionally violated - but mostly physically by the dick in her mouth - by her all-time heroes.  They were mares too!  Or at least she thought they were mares...  They certainly didn’t look like any colts she had ever seen before.  They had a feminine quality to them despite the obvious difference stuffed down her throat.

Dash’s entire body shuddered as she felt the world slipping away from her, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head, as she started to black out from the lack of oxygen.  The ‘bolt was speeding up her thrusting with longer, harder strokes; they pulled their cock out as far as they could and pushing it back in with a satisfied moan each time.

She was starting to lose her rhythm, getting sloppier and sloppier as she thrusted more haphazardly.  She could barely keep herself upright, her knees buckling slightly as she leaned down on Dash’s head to shove every last inch of cock and sheath into her warm, wet mouth.  Dash could feel a twitch deep in her throat as the Wonderbolt suddenly jammed herself in to the hilt - up to the base of her cock - and pushed on the back of Dash’s head for good measure as their large sweaty balls slipped out from their flightsuit and slapped her under the chin.

The mare came, shooting a large warm load inside of her as she started to pull out.  Dash almost felt relieved given the circumstances, until the mare started thrusting as she went -  making sure every last drop was out and practically milking themselves in Dash’s tight little throat.

She was losing consciousness as the mare finally finished pulling out, leaving a long gooey trail of cum from the tip of her dick to Dash’s cum filled mouth.  She had to choose between gagging and breathing, ending up coughing a little as she inhaled deeply and swallowed what little of the large load had actually ended up in her mouth.  She had nearly choked to death, but that might have been kinder than her current situation.

As air filled her depraved lungs and her breathing finally evened out, she started to cough uncontrollably, looking sick to her stomach and like she might throw up.  The cum that she had ended up swallowing had tasted...she couldn’t even begin to describe the taste.  She’d take the beer anyday over what she was tasting; it was a million times worse.
It coated the entire inside of her mouth and throat, as well as her tongue.  It left behind an acrid taste that she couldn’t scrape off with her hooves, try as she might.  She’d be tasting it for days and the Wonderbolts were just getting warmed up.

Dash felt something prodding her back as the mare behind her grabbed her more forcefully than before.  Despite their feminine frames, the apir were much stronger than they looked.  Dash’s wings were pinned to her sides in seconds.  She couldn’t do much but stare in horror as the flaccid horse-cock in front of her become stiff again.  The ‘bolt in front was now fully erect and seemed ready for a second round.

With her mouth freed, Dash thought to scream but the Wonderbolts were one step ahead of her.  The second she opened her mouth they rammed a whole apple into it, gagging her instantly.  The muffled screams wouldn’t do her any good as the trailer’s thick walls were more than soundproof enough for the Wonderbolts’ purposes.

She was completely and utterly helpless, and at the mercy of her captors - not that she expected any.  She was smarter than that.  They must have had everything planned from the beginning.  Dash started to cry as it sunk in that things would only get worse.

“There there Dashie, no need to cry!  You’re a grown up filly now...or at least you will be soon” sneered the mare in front, wiping her jizz-slicked dick on Dash’s cheek.

The other ‘bolt started to tie Dash’s wings down with the same piece of cloth that she’d been blindfolded with, and then started to take off their jumpsuit.  The two had traded jobs again; the one in front held her down as the other undressed.  They swapped again as the one in front took her jumpsuit off this time, revealing just how similar the two truly were.

When they were all sitting on the couch together Dash had noticed that the two looked a lot alike: they had the same coloured mane and the same body type.  She could even make out that their coats were a similar colour.  They might have been sisters, she thought.  Now that they were naked, they had to be identical twins.  They shared the same bright orange coat, the same fuchsia mane in both colour and shape, and the same purple eyes.  Everything about them was the same.  She had tried to keep her mind off of it, but she could also guess that they shared the same thing as well.

The mare behind her clearly wanted their turn and had already gone to work rubbing her semi-erect cock against the inside of Dash’s legs; pressing it against her mound; rubbing it against her thighs; and even grinding it against her small, flat tits and increasingly erect nipples.  Dash grunted in protest, but if the mare could hear her, she just ignored it.

With a raging hard on and rearing to go, they started to pay special attention to Dash’s petite pussy.  She ground her dick against her small pink lips, spreading them open and slathering her thick cock with Dash’s juices.  She dragged her long shaft back and forth across the two folds, digging into Dash and stimulating her tiny clit.  Dash was shocked as the Wonderbolt spread her legs even wider as she was trying to close them.  Even while they were busy rubbing themselves up against her, the mare was just too strong.

Having whet her whistle, the mare swung her dick out from under Dash to let it land with a loud, wet slap between her smooth ass cheeks.  She started to shake her hips with wild abandon, driving her slick cock inbetween the two cushy cheeks, pulling out only to prod at her little pink asshole with the head of her dick while yanking on her tail.

“It’s my turn now Dashie.  Ready or not, here I come!” she said, clopping hooves with the mare in front.  Rainbow Dash was shaking like a leaf.

The mare eased up on her, letting her partner in front pick up the slack of pushing her down and into the mattress to keep her in place.  They were leaning down on top of her shoulders, letting her dick slap against her back and neck while her balls rested on the back of Dash’s head.  This way, the one in back could move around without worrying about Dash squirming around.

The two had properly tagged out now, and the second mare started thrusting themselves harder and with purpose against Dash’s ass.  She was sending shockwaves through her petite frame and driving her head deeper into the mattress with each powerful stroke.
The mare was toying with Dash, and she knew it.  She bit down hard into the apple, expecting the worst and hoping against all odds that it was all a terrible terrible dream.


“Now, this is going to hurt you more than it is me,” the mare said before lifting up her dick and placing it once more underneath Dash’s body.  She let the tip push against the entrance to her small pussy, searching for entry.  Each time she tried to push into it however, she was met with enough resistance that it ended up sliding right across and up Dash’s belly.

“A wise guy eh?  Well I know how to deal with those!  Nyuck nyuck nyuck!” she muttered before reaching down and guiding her dick up to Dash’s lips with a hoof.  She positioned herself a little more sturdily so she wouldn’t end up sliding around again.  She pushed in and managed to slip the head in before she was met with resistance and Dash’s body started convulsing.


It hadn’t been particularly painful for Dash, but she could imagine that wouldn’t last long.  There was something inside of her now, and an awful lot more to come.  She tried as best she could to tighten up and make it as difficult as possible for the mare to follow through.  She summoned what little strength she had left to tense her muscles up and try to close her legs one last time.  She wanted to squeeze the mare out of her.  It didn’t help matters.

“Oh Dashie, your resistance only makes things harder!  Me included!  This is going to happen whether you like it or not so I’d just go with it if I were you” threatened the mare as she punched Dash in the ass.  Hard.

She pulled out ever so slightly in preparation for her powerful thrust.  Dash had clammed up again, but it wouldn’t make much difference.  Dash was incredibly tight; her virgin cunny latched onto her cock like a vice.  The ‘bolt rammed themselves into her and managed to get their dick half-way in.  There wasn’t much give to begin with, but she wasn’t phased.  She pulled out quickly and begun slamming back into Dash - much more violently than when the first mare had used her mouth.  As she continued her pounding, pulling out before slamming back in, she looked down to notice the blood that had dripped down her cock and onto the bedsheets.

“Well, well, well!  Congratulations Dash - you’re now a full-grown mare” she hissed as she increased her tempo.

Her tensing up had only increased their twisted pleasure ten-fold.  There was no point resisting, Dash realized.  She was trapped and no one would save her.  Emotions running high, the pain she felt when the mare smashed through her hymen had been the last straw.  She couldn’t take it anymore and blacked-out.

“Awww, that’s no fun!” said the Wonderbolt as she lifted down to grab Dash by the waist and lift her unconscious ass into the air.  Having to support her dead weight while shaking her hips wasn’t exactly easy.  The other ‘bolt just smiled and watched, glad that they wouldn’t have to hold Dash down anymore.  She sat back on her haunches and started to stroke her flaccid dick before it retreated into its sheath.

“So how’re you making out Scootaloo?” Scootatoo asked.

“Well it’s not the best lay I’ve ever had” sneered Scootaloo.

“You’re telling me!” she smiled back.

Scooatoo had managed to get erect watching herself slamming into Dash’s unconscious ass as Scootaloo started to sweat, her body was glistening with the effort.  She was getting sloppy though.  All the extra effort had made the experience a little less rewarding so she quickly pulled out and threw Dash back on the bed.

“How about a little help here?” Scootaloo asked.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I think you already know” she grinned.

Scootaloo positioned herself above Dash, putting her front legs underneath Dash’s shoulders and lifting her unconscious body into the air, facing her partner.

“Thanks very much, don’t mind if I do!” Scootatoo said, slipping their fully erect cock into Dash’s pussy.  “It’d be more fun if she were awake though” she added.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.”

Scootaloo had a devious glint in her eye as she threw Rainbow Dash’s legs over her now standing partner’s shoulders so that she was carrying all of her weight.  She watched her partner thrust deeply into the filly, enjoying every second of the still tight pussy.  Scootaloo had other plans though.

Ever so carefully, she used both hooves to gently pry Dash’s asshole open and guide her cockhead up to it.  It slipped in easily without the slightest resistance before she couldn’t move any further in.  Dash was out cold.  That’d soon change.

With her dick still glistening from Dash’s juices, Scootaloo pushed herself in - inch by tense inch - until she was a quarter of the way in and Dash’s ass was completely relaxed.

Then she jammed the rest in.

Dash woke up with a start, wincing from the sudden pain.  She looked around quickly, noticing she had somehow ended up in the air, between the two mares who were...fucking her.  Again.  The one in front was grinding their hips into her own, driving their dick into her small pussy while the other one was...

She tried to cry out in pain but realized the apple was still in her mouth.  She tried anyways.  The one behind her had stuck it in her butt.  All the way up her butt.  Her entire body tensed up, clamping down on both of the dicks now inside of her.
“Well that’s more like it” the pair said as they locked their forelegs around Rainbow Dash, pinning her own to her sides.

They had started to move again with the squirming Dash inbetween them.  It was a little bit more of a struggle than before, but it only made them more excited.  They wanted the resistance.  It was a boost to their egos,making her submit to their wills, and it felt much better when she was clamping down on their cocks too.

They had started off slowly at first, working together, pulling out and pushing in at the same time.  As Dash started to relax - if you could call it that - they started to change their rhythm.  They alternated; plunging in and out, even switching holes as they smothered Dash inbetween themselves.  They were getting to close to climaxing when they locked eyes and completely stopped what they were doing, just standing with themselves deep inside of Dash as she twitched around their members, her legs kicking idly.  She couldn’t muster any more resistance than that.  Dash was spent.

When they started moving again, they did so in tandem and at an excruciatingly slow pace.  She could feel every inch of their dicks grinding into her, all the way to their bases, before they pulled themselves out as much as was possible without falling out altogether.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  She might have been able to block it out before, but Dash couldn’t do it this time.  They were making her feel it.  They wanted to her feel it.  She was getting too sensitive.  It was driving her crazy.  That, or they were just tired.

Dash could feel the sweat on their coats as they rubbed up against her, practically leaning on each other for support.  They had to hold her between themselves while balancing on just their hindlegs.  Their wings were still stiff as boards and they didn’t seem able to use them to right themselves.  Her own wings were useless at this point as well.  Maybe they’d just give up...

“Ready for the finale Scoots?” the pair said together.  They shared the same nickname too, Dash thought.

They picked up the pace, losing any sense of rhythm or coordination as they slammed themselves into her as hard as they possibly could.  She was practically bouncing on their dicks now.  The pair were standing on the tips of their hooves and jamming her as far down onto themselves as they could.  Then they all felt it.

Rainbow Dash felt a twitching deep inside of her while the Scootaloos felt it deep in their balls and then in the whole length of their stiff cocks.  Then everybody came.
It came hard and fast, the worst surprise of the day for Dash.  The suddenly felt every muscle in her body tense up as she felt something inside of her explode.  She bit the apple in her mouth clean in half.

The Scootaloos exploded inside of her, coating her insides as they lifted her off of themselves to throw her onto the bed.  Using their hooves, they finished themselves off, making sure that every last spurt was out and covering her from head to hoof in their sticky white jizz.  They aimed for her wings especially, covering every feather.  Even when she coudl manage to untie herself in an hour or so, she wouldn’t be able to fly without a hot shower and a good wing scrubbing.

She was coated inside and out now as her small pussy twitched uncontrollably, her own juices and and their semen dribbling out of her ravaged holes.
Emotionally and physically spent, she passed out.

- - - - -

“Well that was fun!”

Scootaloo was the first to break the silence.

They had locked the trailer on their way out before heading for the Cloudseum’s locker room.  They both needed a nice relaxing shower after all the exercise they’d gotten.  They were washing each other’s backs when Scootaloo spoke out.

“That was rather invigorating, now that I think about it” Scootatoo replied.

“So what happens now?”

“Well, I go on our way and you become me.”

“So I’m Scooatoo now?” Scootaloo asked.

“Quite.  We catch on fast.  You know when to set your watch for right?”

“Of course, twelve sharp.”

“Good.  Say hello to ourself for us.  We’re sure to enjoy it!”

They laughed together, Scootaloo somewhat confused as Scootatoo’s eyes started to water.

“You’ll understand soon enough.  Oh, and ‘12’.  Pass it on.” Scootatoo added.

“‘12’?  Just ‘12’?  What, you don’t want me being late or something?”  The comment had caught her off guard, but she tried not to show it.

“Don’t worry about it, just make sure you tell us just like I told you.  Just sit back and relax and everything will unfold as it needs to.  It’s best if you don’t think about the implications too much.  It’ll only hurt our brain.  Don’t be late now...and don’t forget to leave that jumpsuit behind!  It’s rather cold on re-entry but it isn’t that bad.”

Scootatoo was already flying out of the locker room when she waved a hoof in Scootaloo’s direction.  It wouldn’t be so bad, she had told her.  Just go along with it and everything would work out fine.  She was Scootatoo now...

- - - - -

She found the room she had met herself in earlier.  She walked over to the crater in the floor and pulled out her pocket watch.  Setting the fourth hand to 12 o’clock precisely, she closed the cover and pushed in the stem.
She felt a wrenching feeling just behind her wings as she was wrenched through time to a few hours earlier.

- - - - -

There was a loud bang as she felt solid ground underneath her hooves again.  Her legs buckled slightly at the sudden impact, but she was intact.  She tried looking around, but her vision was blurred.  She was entirely coated in frost.  Shaking it off, she knew instantly what was about to happen.

There she was, standing behind herself.  Or was she standing in front of herself?

The Scootaloo that was standing next to the closet turned to face herself.  Scootatoo just grinned.

“You got here right on time.” Scootaloo said.

“I should hope so.” Scootaloo replied, almost sarcastically.

“How did everything go?”

“Exactly as planned!”

“Well then, suit up!”

Scootaloo tossed herself the spare Wonderbolt uniform that she knew had just been pulled off the colt in the closet a few moments ago.  She’d done it herself not too long ago.  It was was still warm too, a welcome comfort after the sudden shock of re-entry.

“It’s almost time for the show, Scootatoo.”

She was Scootatoo now, she remembered.  She lowered her flight goggles, her grin stretching into a devilish smile.

They walked out of the room together, heading for the trailer that she knew was empty.  They’d taken care of both Wonderbolts already.  Or at least, Scootaloo had taken care of them...

Time travel had always messed with Scootaloo’s internal compass.  It was hard to tell where or when she was exactly, despite the readout on her pocket watch.  She blamed it on the timelag.

Everything was going as it should - as it had - back when she still answered to Scootaloo.  She figured out that she would answer to it again, after her earlier self went back to become...her.  Or her own Scootatoo...when she was Scootaloo...but she was Scootaloo... It was slightly confusing at first but she managed to get everything worked out by the time they reached the trailer.  They had time to kill anyways.

She had gone through the loop with her own Scootatoo who had at one point done the same thing she had as Scootaloo.  Her own Scootatoo was really herself, having gone back in time a few hours just like she had done...  This would be her second time through the loop.  She tired to recall exactly what she had done earlier, or rather, what her own Scootatoo had done...

She found herself over-thinking things and that wasn’t a good thing.  Too much attention to detail could change things adversely.  She knew what was going to happen, having gone through it already, and that was all that mattered.  She pulled a beer from the fridge to calm her nerves and mellow her out a bit as she waited.

Then it hit her.  ‘12’.  She was number 12.  Or she had been number 12.  Or Scootatoo had been number 12.  Now she was number 13, wasn’t she?  She was the 13th Scootatoo to have gone through the loop.  That would make the Scootaloo in front of her number 14 once they were through.  She made a mental note, not having discussed it with herself during her own iteration as Scootaloo except at the very end in passing before she had jumped.

She checked her watch when there was a sudden knock at the door.  That hadn’t happened the first time.  It startled her.  Both Scootaloos got up to answer it, opening the door to see Rainbow Dash standing below them.  She was early.  Something must be wrong, Scootatoo thought.  She was nervous - already sweating underneath her flightsuit - and this hadn’t helped matters.  She must not have been paying attention.  It had been Scootatoo who had answered the door before.

She took a deep breath and asked:

“Well what do we have here?”

“What a cute little filly!” said the Scootatoo standing next to her.

Rainbow Dash stumbled backwards, caught off guard by their majesty.  She quickly regained her composure however.

“H-Hello…” Her voice cracked a little when she spoke.  She reached down for the pass that was hanging around her neck and handed it to Scootaloo.

“A VIP all-access pass! Well, well!” they both said with a sly grin.
“Would you like to come inside?” asked Scootatoo, a wide smile on her face, remembering what had happened next.

“Boy, would I ever!” Rainbow Dash squeaked, jumping up and down excitedly.  She flew into the trailer without a second thought.

She closed the door behind herself with a loud metallic dong before shutting a number of locks on the inside of the door.

- - - - -

Scootatoo watched as Scootaloo jammed their cock into Dash’s waiting mouth as they fed her fruit.  She smiled widely, remembering the feeling as her own cock started to grow erect.  She’d have her turn shortly - she knew that the Scootatoo from her own time had waited patiently and held Dash down for her. She'd get her turn and the thought only made her harder.
She could hardly wait...but she had all the time in the world...

- - - - -

“So how’re you making out Scootaloo?” she asked.

“Well it’s not the best lay I’ve ever had” sneered her earlier self.

“You’re telling me!” she smiled back.  Everything had gone the way she remembered it. She was getting erect again watching herself – watching Scootaloo, she reminded herself - slam into Dash’s unconscious ass.  Scootaloo was starting to sweat with the effort though.  She knew what was coming.

“How about a little help here?” Scootaloo asked, after plopping Dash onto the bed.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, I think you already know” she grinned.

She’d forgotten she’d said that the first time around.  She'd done this all before, just from the other side. It was strange – she was practically having a conversation with herself now that she got to play both roles.  She was spacing out but had to stay focused...

Scootaloo positioned herself over Dash's body, putting her front legs underneath Dash’s and lifting her into the air, facing Scootatoo

“Thanks very much, don’t mind if I do!” Scootatoo said, slipping their fully erect cock into Dash’s pussy.  “It’d be more fun if she were awake though” she added, with a slight chuckle at the ridiculousness of her own statement.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.”

Things were getting good...

- - - - -

She had just finished locking the trailer as she was walking with herself to the locker room for that shower they had shared.  Now was the time when she'd have to explain some of the finer points of what was going on to herself.

“Well that was fun!” Scootaloo said.

“It was rather invigorating, now that I think about it” Scootatoo replied.  The second time ‘round was particularly interesting, despite the one or two tense moments where things didn't match up with what she remembered happening.

“So what happens now?”

“Well, I go on our way and you become me.”

“So I’m Scooatoo now?” Scootaloo asked.

“I’m still surprised that I picked up on that so fast.  It was rather confusing to be Scootatoo.  You know when to set your watch for right?”

“Of course, twelve sharp.”

“Good.  Say hello to ourself for me. I mean, for us.  We’re sure to enjoy it!”

Scootatoo turned towards the door of the locker room before something in the back of her mind made her add: “Oh, and don’t forget to open the door!  She knocked this time.  That wasn't supposed to happen.”

Scootaloo looked confused at first.

“You’ll understand soon enough.” Scootatoo said.  “I was also supposed to pass this along: 37. I don't know what it's supposed to mean, but you're supposed to pass it on.” Scootatoo added.

“37? As in number 37? That can't be possible...this was supposed to be numbe-”

Scootatoo cut herself off.

“What did you just say?  We never discussed this before...” She suddenly stopped.

“The loop’s deteriorating” they said together.  They could almost feel it now. If things were't going exactly the way they had before then something had changed...something was changing the loop.

“Just go back and do everything the exact same way it happened this time. Leave this bit out of course. Just act natural and everything will be fine...”

Scootatoo was anxious now and it showed on her face.  She quickly flew out of the locker room, remembering to wave a hoof at herself.

Scootaloo finished towelling themselves off and got dressed in their Wonderbolt flightsuit. She was Scootatoo now, so she'd be making the jump and she figured it'd get cold. She could use the extra insulation.

She flew over to the room where she had met herself and pulled out her trusty pocket watch. She had to be careful to make sure everything went exactly as it had in this iteration of the loop so that the entire thing would restabilize. She thought about it and took her flightsuit back off, but leaving her goggles on. If she kept her cool and let her own Scootaloo take the lead then everything would be fine. She'd explain things and they'd be back in business.

She turned the 4th hand on her pocketwatch to a few minutes before 12, closed the cover, and pushed in the stem.  There was a wrenching feeling behind her wings before she felt hard floor underneath her hooves.

- - - - -

Scootaloo felt the hard floor underneath her hooves in no time flat.  Something had gone wrong along the way so she knew she had to arrive early to talk things over with herself. They had to stabilize the loop at all costs. Otherwise everything could fall apart. There had been differences from her own iteration. Dash hadn't knocked...


She shook the frost off of herself quickly, the jumpsuit she wore helping to keep her warm. Her past self - Scootaloo she had to remember to call her - jumped slightly before turning around to look at her.

“You’re early!  What went wrong?!” she hissed.

Scootatoo was caught off guard.  She’d really changed things this time.


“The loop’s deteriorating.  Something’s gone wrong.  I was scared and thought to come by early so that we can get things properly on track.  I was supposed to give you a warning. '4k9', whatever that means. You're supposed to know...”

“'4k9'?  What the hell is that supposed to-”

Everything clicked into place for Scootaloo.  The Scootatoo in front of her was herself from the future, she knew that, but now she had disturbed the time loop. There were too many things wrong with the scenario. She was early – she had planned to meet herself at precisely 12 o’clock. She was wearing a jumpsuit...which made the one she had just finished pulling off the unconscious colt redundant. Now there were numbers...she hadn't needed any numbers. Some Scootatoo along the way must have changed things...must have changed their mind and decided to change things in some small way. None of it had been in the plan.

The number... If it really was a number that is...  It must have to do with the looping. Coordinates or iterations or something. Some Scootaloo had thought it funny to keep track perhaps. She herself had contemplated the possibilities and implications of such a stable time loop... There were more iterations than she thought. Of course there were – there had to be. It was self sustaining after all. There was no telling how many things had changed or how many corrections had been made before it was her turn. With something like 4k9, there had to have been tons.  Perhaps too many to count.

Poor Dash...

Scootatoo flickered slightly. She hadn't noticed it herself. She was growing slightly transparent. It looked like she was in her own personal snowstorm. She was fading in and out...
She finally noticed.

“What’s going on!?  Something’s happened!  You- We- I need to fix it!” she blurted out, clearly scared and on the verge of tears.

This has gone on long enough...

“It's doubt...” Scootaloo said, some sort of realization taking shape in her facial expression. She was growing paler, but was still solid.

“I’m sorry...but I can’t do this...not anymore” she said out loud.

She knew what was happening to the loop.  It was doubt...and it had culminated in her.  She couldn't go through with it anymore and the loop was collapsing. Everything was hitting her. She could see the grand picture for the first time in a long time. She couldn’t hurt Rainbow Dash anymore than she already had...anymore than any of the Scootaloos already had. Every evil thought she'd ever had had probably been carried out on the poor filly. All of her intentions had been made real at some stage...or would be made real at some stage. Unless she stopped it now. If she put an end to things...none of it would ever happen...

Scootaloo seemed to be catching on as well.

“No!  Don’t do this!  You can’t!  We’ve already gone this far!  It’s already happened!  I did it, we did it!  Every single one of us before me has done it!  You CAN’T stop this now! We've never given in to the feelings! Just think of all the possibilities! You are going to do this!”

“Can't you see we're wrong? You're wrong...I'm wrong...this whole thing is just wrong. I haven't done it and I wont either. Which means none of us have and none of us ever will. You're just a living nightmare Scootaloo...can't you see that?”

She had had enough.  She was putting an end to the whole sordid affair. She wouldn’t enable herself, she wouldn't just let it happen.

Scootatoo completely faded from sight with a piercing scream as Scootaloo stomped her pocket watch to pieces.

It's time to do some good.


Scootaloo untied and ungaged the two unconscious Wonderbolts in the closet. They wouldn’t be awake for a while, but when they did come to at least they’d be able to call for help or free themselves.  In the meanwhile, she had other matters to attend to.


Flightsuit still on, she flew over to the trailer she’d been planning on hiding in.  Where she’d planned to...  She couldn’t even think it, she was so ashamed of herself.  She couldn't bare the thought that she had let her rage and hatred consume her to the point where she would be willing to hurt the only pony who had ever paid any attention to her.  To the only pony who would ever pay any attention to her.  Funny thing, time travel. She wasn't even born yet and she had already spent years planning for the day when she thought she'd have her 'revenge'. For what? What good would it do her?

She found herself questioning everything she’d done - everything she’d become - just to have her petty revenge...and on a defenceless filly no less.  She waited in the trailer, drinking some of the water to calm her nerves and distract her from the crushing sadness she felt.


There was a knock on the door and she opened it to find Rainbow Dash standing in front of her.

“H-Hello…” Dash's voice cracked a little when she spoke.  She reached down for the pass that was hanging around her neck and handed it to Scootaloo.


“A VIP all-access pass! Well, well!” she said with a kind smile.  “So what can I do for you kid?  I know, you’d like an autograph wouldn’t you?”

Dash’s eyes widened in surprise before she started nodding her head furiously, her rainbow mane a blur of colour.

“Relax kid, it’s no big deal.” said Scootaloo as she forged a Wonderbolt signature, absolutely beaming at Rainbow Dash.  She handed it to the filly and reached out her hoof for a shake.

The moment couldn’t have been any better...for either of them.

End?