Rainbow and Pinkie gain a pet.

>You toss and turn in your bed. Your dreams are filled with events from that fateful day when Twilight shrunk you. Images appear in your mind: of Twilight, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Dash, all having their way with a tiny you.

>You wake up, breathing heavily. You look at your sweaty palms to make sure that you’re all there and intact.

>You breathe a sigh of relief. Your vision clears, and you look around. You are safely inside your own cabin, on your gigantic bed.

>Gigantic bed…

>You snap to full attention. You take in all the sights: the blanket that stretches around for miles, the mountain that is your own pillow, and the gigantic nightstand.

>You cautiously inch your way to the side of the bed and peek down.

>What you see terrifies you; the drop to the floor gives you vertigo, and you pull away before you get too dizzy.

>You rub your head, trying to comprehend why you’ve become so small. You look around the dark room for an answer, but none enters your mind.

>“It’s payback time, shrimpy.” A familiar raspy voice echoes from inside your cabin.

>You scan the dark room for the source of the voice, and see nothing but blackness.

>You look up, and suddenly you see a humongous, cyan face looking down at you. You quiver under the grinning mare and back up against your pillow for protection.

>“Hah! Nowhere to escape, now!” the ninja-like pony inches forward. She halts, and swipes her hood off, revealing a flowing rainbow mane. You see the face of Rainbow Dash grinning at you.

>”Rainbow Dash?!” you yell in surprise as you lean against the pillow. “What are you doing here?!”

>She pokes you with a large, powerful hoof. “I’m here for some unfinished business. You left before we could have some more fun!”

>You look at her angrily. “Fun?! You call shoving me up your ass fun?!”

>She giggles, and brings her mouth close to you. She breathes on you, and her breath’s warmness completely engulfs you. “Yep. I can’t wait to do that again.~”

> You clench the large pillow tightly for protection as she rears her head back, laughing. She lifts up a hoof in an attempt to grab you.

>”Fuck it.” You tell yourself. You detach yourself from the pillow and barely miss her grab.

>She tries to pin you against the bed with her hoof, but you successfully roll away from where her hoof lands.

>You recover your footing from the roll, but you trip on the sheets.

>“Gotcha!” you hear Dash yell as you look up. Her vast rump descends upon you, encompassing you in darkness as black as her suit.

>Her rump slams you against the bed, and you struggle underneath her weight. You wriggle your head and hands free, and try to work the rest of your body out from under her.

>“H-hey, quit squirming!” Dash grunts. You double your efforts to escape, and starts to feel the material from the suit dampens.

>You get a good whiff from the damp section around you. “That isn’t-?” you begin to ask, but Dash’s low moan confirms it.

>“Ugh, Dash! Not on the bed!” you yell helplessly. You double your efforts to wriggle out from under her.
>You are able to squeeze and slide half of your body out from under her, only to get knocked back down as she rubs you against the bed.

>“Just try and stop me.~” She coos, grinding you against the soft surface of the bed. Some juices start to leak through the suit, soaking you and your bed.

>The wetness of the suit combined with the dampness of your body gives you just enough leverage to squeeze your way out from beneath her.

>Finally free, you head to the edge of the bed and consider taking a dangerous climb downwards.
>You look back as Dash and notice her head arched backwards, and looking straight at you! “Going somewhere?” she giggles.

>You try to respond, but Dash launches into the air and slams back down on the bed, launching you into the air. Like a hawk, she skillfully swoops, snatches you in the air, and holds you safely in her hooves.

>“Whoa there, we can’t get into the rough stuff yet…” she grins at you. “We still need to show you to Pinkie. Lucky for you, she’s apparently into this stuff.”

>“But I need to keep you safe until then.” She continues. “I don’t want to risk you escaping…again.”

>She stretches her suit at the neck, and reveals a vast, dark chasm. “You’re still damp, so you’ll slide in just fine.” She slips you inside, and you slide against her slightly moist coat to her belly.

>You see nothing but the darkness surrounding you. You feel the sift belly and the fabric of the wet suit smooshing your tiny body

>You feel the belly quiver a little, and a great whooshing sound penetrates your eardrums. Dash had taken off slowly and carefully to avoid hurting her tiny passenger. After the excitement of taking off, you calm down a little to assess your situation.

>The atmosphere in the suit is still a little damp from Dash’s excitement earlier. And the perspiration and humidity is a little much for your tiny body to bear. Breathing heavily, you struggle to fight the heat. You rub up against Dash’s soft fur to find a way to fight your oppressive position.

>You grab a few clumps of fur, hoping to get her attention, and you hear a loud, muffled giggle. “H-Hey! Stop that!” Dash grimaces.

>Your face forms a wide grin, and a small ray of hope enters your mind. You start pulling and tugging on the hair, each tug making Dash giggle even harder. You feel the belly quiver and you hear a whooshing sound as Dash veers off-course.

>A loud thud indicates that she has slammed into a tree branch. You have a second to breathe in before Dash’s painful descent sends you spiraling around.

>By all rights you would have died, were you not so carefully wedged in her suit. That doesn’t stop you, however, from being forced into her nether regions by a conveniently placed tree branch.

>You hear a slam and everything stops. You let out a few painful groans and feel around your surroundings. Well…there’s the familiar fabric, being her suit. You also feel a slightly damp, something. What is that?

>You reach your hand deeper. Is it a pocket? It feels like one…but…it’s wet on the inside…

>Dash lets out a moan. As your arm dampens, you instantly realize what the pocket is! You yank your hand out of the moist grotto and squirm, trying to escape.

>A hoof descends and pokes you further in. You struggle to fight it, but it’s no use. You cry out, but your screams can’t be heard over a loud, high-pitched giggle.

>Thought you can’t see it, you take a guess at whose hoof this is. Pinkie saw Dash’s spectacular flop, and rushed over to help her.

>Pinkie giggles, “Nice one, Dashie! But…I think you need to avoid the trees next time!”

>Dash struggles on the ground, trying to hold back the feeling of you penetrating her most sacred part. “Heya P-Pinkie, I was just looking for you.”

>Pinkie smiles in reply, “And you found me! Huh, I didn’t even know we were playing hide and seek.”

>Dash moans in a mixture of agony and pleasure as you use your hands to grasp around the wet insides and find your way out.

>Pinkie pokes Dash’s sides a little. “Oooh…that seems like a bad fall…” She quickly pulls Dash over herself and trots to Sugarcube corner. “I don’t think anything’s broken…but you can take a rest at my place! Maybe we can play doctor!”

>Pinkie giggles at the thought. “Doctor Pie! We have an injured pony in the emergency room! You need to see to her, stat!”

>Dash rubs her face. “Just…whatever. The sooner I get this suit off the better.”

>Every trot rocks Dash’s body, which makes you bounce a little inside her moist pussy. Each movement you make seems to pleasure Dash some more.

>Pinkie sneaks inside and sneakily brings Dash up to her room, doing her best to muffle Dash’s moans. “Shhh…don’t wake up everypony, silly!”She whispers.

>Pinkie finally creaks open the door to her own room, and lays Dash on the bed. She immediately puts on a fake stethoscope and puts it against Dash’s chest. “Now….breath in.”

>Dash whispers, almost growling. “Help me get this stupid suit off!”

>Pinkie nods. “That’s right! We have to put it against your BARE chest!” She unzips Dash’s sneaksuit with ease and starts pulling it off.

>Dash wiggles her way out of the suit as Pinkie pulls, moaning some more as she rocks you around inside her.

>You try to hold on for dear life, until you see some light shining through her hole. “Hm…” You think to yourself. “I guess I wasn’t too far in!”

>You immediately head to the light, pushing soft and wet walls out of your way to reach freedom. You feel your arm exit, and then another arm. Then you feel your leg go through, then another leg.

>With a grunt, you wrench your tiny body out of its inappropriate and unfortunate prison.

>You stumble your way out of the vagina and onto a soft surface.  You shiver for a moment, and feel your body drenched in musky fluid.

>You revel in your victory, wanting to hug and kiss the ground you sit on. Then…you open your eyes…

>Pinkie looks down at you, stifling a fit of laughter. “Hey Dash…I think we found your problem!” She points at you, tearing up with pent up laughter. “You had a cave explorer!”

>Pinkie pokes you with a giant hoof, “How’d you get in there, little guy? Did Dashie want some fun with you, or the other way around?” She stares lewdly.

>You and Dash both blush and simultaneously rebuke the pink pony. “Hey! It wasn’t MY fault that happened!” You both eerily yell at the same time.

>Pinkie holds out a hoof in a nonconfrontational fashion. “Hey…I don’t see anything wrong with a little ‘fun’.” She emphasizes ‘fun’ in a very seductive tone.

>Dash shakes her head and mutters, “It would have been taken care of if you didn’t butt in like that…”

>Pinkie clasps her hooves together happily and picks you up. “Now we have a tiny guy to play with! Isn’t this cool, Dashie?”

>Dash shrugs. “I’m used to seeing him at that size.” She adds a smirk aside at you, sending shivers down your spine.

>Pinkie ignores the tense moment, and places you on her head. “What’ll we do first, tiny!” She giggles, completely enthralled by the tiny human.

>She hops around her room. “I know! I know!” You hold on to her pink, fluffy hair as she bounces.

>Pinkie goes to her toybox and pulls out a nice-looking doll-house. “I haven’t used this since I was a filly!” She giggles, and places you inside the plastic living room.

>Pinkie rummages through the toybox, “You need some clothes!” Dash aids Pinkie in her search, and pulls out a tiny, frilly dress what was probably meant for a marebie.

> “Found it!” She chuckles as she approaches you. Pinkie looks at the dress and giggles. “I like the way you think!”

>You shake your head and angrily look at Dash, “Hell no! I’m not wearing a dress!” Dash picks you up with a hoof and forces the dress on you. “You watch your mouth, princess!”

>After much struggling and resisting, Dash manages to get the dress over your head, but you still try to tear the dress off with your bare hands.

>Dash gives you a threatening stare-down. “If you don’t put that thing on, I’ll tell Pinkie what we did together.”

>You blink in surprise. “She wouldn’t…” You tell yourself. You look up at her and repeat that same phrase for her ears to hear.

>Dash nods. “Oh, I would. So…what’s it gonna be, short stuff?” She leers at you with a dominating gaze. You think to yourself that it would be best to not test her…she wasn’t really known for her subtlety or tact.

>You put on the dress with a single, sour word: “Fine.” You situate the dress and run your arms through the holes.

>After you examine the embarrassing getup on your person, you look back up at Dash and mutter. “I hope you’re happy…”

>Meanwhile, Pinkie is rolling on the floor stifling her giggles and Dash is silently chuckling, “Heh! This is the best idea I’ve ever had!”

>Both mares finally calm down, leaving you sitting in Dashes hoof with a grumpy expression and a red face.

>Pinkie prods you. “Cheer up, little guy! Now, at least, you aren’t waving your fun parts around!”
>Dash sets you back in the doll house, and grabs a stallion doll. “I’ll be the dad, and you be the mom, Pinkie.”

>Pinkie salutes smartly, “Roger wilco, over and out, ten-four-” Her shenanigans are interrupted as Dash shoves the mare doll into her mouth to silence her.

>Pinkie pulls out the spit covered doll and examines it. She then places it in the living room next to you and nudges it towards you.

>“Young lady!” She booms is a whispered tone. “I saw you messing about! Explain yourself!”

>The salivated doll is nudged at you, and you push it away. “What the heck are you doing?!”

>Dash frowns at you to play along and you groan. You instantly change your tone to suit the situation, “What do you mean…mom?”

>Pinkie picks up the doll again and moves it towards you. “You were frolicking with that nice young stallion from down the street!”

>You grit your teeth and reply. “But mom…I like him…he…” you let out a tiny growl. “He loves me.”

>Dash notices your audible displeasure and chimes in with the masculine father-voice, as her doll enters. “That’s what you said about the stallion before that one, and before that one, and even BEFORE that one!”

>Dash then bumps you with the stallion doll. “No daughter of mine is gonna prance about, letting any stallion have his way with her! I raised you better!”

>You kick the doll away and growl. “Quit that!” You angrily look up at Dash, who is still giggling sadistically at you. Pinkie, on the other hand, has taken a more innocent approach.

>She places you on her head and lightly pats your head. “Someone’s a little cranky-wanky!”

>You remain silent, knowing anything you have to say will only further your anguishing activity.

>Pinkie smiles at you and tilts her head a little. "You seem like a grumpy-pants. I know what'll cheer you up!"

>Pinkie walks you to the twins’ room. Dash follows closely behind, slightly nervous. Dash finally speaks up, "Uh, Pinkie...I dunno about this..."

>Pinkie snorts in response. "Nonsense! If anything can cheer up our little grump, it's babies!"

>Pinkie takes you into the twins’ room, and lays you down in their crib. You put your hands on the bar silently, hoping that somepony will pick you back up.

>Pinkie smiles gleefully down at you while Dash whispers, “I…don’t think this is a good idea. You know how babies get with small things…”

>As if on cue, a tiny hoof comes down upon you. Luckily, the pain isn’t as bad since it strikes you against the soft surface of the bed. You let out a pained grunt and try to raise the hoof off of you.

>The hoof pulls you in as the owner of the hoof yawns. The gigantic eyes of Pumpkin cake look down at you and she starts to wiggle around in her crib.

>A high pitched giggle erupts from both Pinkie and Pumpkin, and you feel the hoof lift you and shake you around like a rattle.

>It certainly doesn’t feel good being jerked back and forth, holding onto the hoof to keep your spine from breaking.

>Everypony seems not to mind, except for Dash who is looking at you with a worried expression for once.

>You finally wrench free from the hoof as it swings again, and you are launched back onto the bed, bouncing slightly as the soft cushions accept your tiny form.

>You make a beeline for the two larger ponies, but a strong surge of magic freezes you in place, and levitates you in front of Pumpkin’s face.

>Oh God, the horror that you see. It would look rather cute at normal size, but in your position it was terrifying. The drooling newborn foal is now eyeing you like a piece of candy!

>Pumpkin Cake opens her huge, gaping maw and you see into the dark abyss ahead of you. You struggle, but the levitation spell has you in a bind, and moving ever closer to her.

>You reach out for Dash and Pinkie, hoping one of them will realize what is happening and help you out.

>You feel Pumpkin’s breath hitting your body as you slowly close in to your drooly, unhappy demise.

>You start wondering whether she’d use you to teethe, or just flat out eat you, but Dash comes to the rescue. She snatches you away just in time!

>Your dress does not fare as well as the force of the pull rips the dress off of you, much to the dismay of Pinkie. “Aww, that was my favorite.” she sighs.

>Surprised by this, and the loss of something she wanted, Pumpkin Cake starts to cry. Seeing his sister sad, Pound cake starts to cry as well.

>Loud thumping from down the hall signals the attention of the residents, Mr. And Ms. Cake, coming to soothe their children.

>Dash looks around for a place to hide you! She looks at her viable options such as a dresser, the crack in the floor, under the crib, or Pinkie’s hair.

>Pinkie and Dash stand there awkwardly, until the Cake parents barge in. Dash manages to keep you unnoticed by putting you in her mouth.

>The immediate change of setting bewilders you for a moment. Your hands are shaking and your head is spinning. You try to figure out what happened, but your head is in a huge rush.

>You reach out to grab something to regain your footing, but the squishy floor makes you trip once again.

>You face-plant into the surface and feel a sticky wetness splatter your face. When you try to move again, the ground shifts, sending you sideways.

>It takes a moment, but you finally realize your situation. You can’t see it, but you can feel it. Dash’s familiar, wet breath confirms your location.

>Dash and Pinkie walk away from the Cake’s radius of rage at being woken up by their crying children and head out Sugarcube Corner.

>Pinkie turns to Dash and giggles, “I guess we can’t go to your place, huh? C’mon, I know this great place for picnicking on the edge of the Everfree Forest.”

>Dash shrugs, muffling her words as she suckles on you. “Buf wha’ if animals fin’ us?”

>You bounce around in the mouth as the tongue sways with the speech. Luckily for you, the soft interior of the mouth makes the slamming somewhat bearable.

>Pinkie smiles, “Oh, we wouldn’t need to worry about animals!” She grabs Dash’s tail with her teeth and starts trotting, “’Dis way!”

>Dash yanks her tail back, indignantly. “I can move myself, Pinkie!” She spits you onto her hoof, now fully accustomed to your taste. “You could use a shower, dude.”

>You don’t even have words to rebuttal her with. You are too occupied with regaining your senses after you got launched with a glob of spit.

>Dash rubs you against her fur, drying you off. The brushing felt kind of gentle and enjoyable.

>Afterwards, she brings you to her face and gives you a warning look that says, “Run, and you’ll be sorry.”

>You are placed on her back, and you sit on the smooth surface. A gust of wind flows through you as Dash gently takes to the air to hinder any underlying escape plans you might have had.

>Pinkie trots along, occasionally looking up to see if Dash was still following her. Dash follows closely behind, giving occasional waves.

>The cool night air gives you the shivers, as being coated with saliva inside a mouth was, dare you think it, extremely warm and comfortable.

>You let out another shiver, and grasp at her fur with your entire body, trying to warm yourself.

>After a couple minutes, Pinkie finally leads Dash to a small clearing. A stream blissfully flows by, the ground on either side connected by a bridge consisting of only a lone log.

>The moonlight shines through the trees, making for a serene night atmosphere as Dash lands under a tree and takes you off her back.

>Pinkie sits on her back and spreads her legs out, giving Dash and you a sultry look.

>Dash turns her head and smirks, “What’s with the look, Pinkie? Is this another prank of yours?”

>Pinkie giggles, “No, silly! If I wanted to prank you, I think I’d be a bit more secretive than this!”

>Dash looks at the surroundings, just in case, hoping to spot any sort of trap. All seems clear, no ropes or levers or whoopee cushions or anything.

>Dash shrugs, “Okay then.” She walks over to Pinkie and grins at her voluptuous pose. “But I can tell you had SOMETHING planned, bringing me all the way out here!”

>Pinkie returns Dash’s grin, and points at you. “I’d like to know why you have a tiny human, and why you had to hide him…in…there…”

>Dash scratches her head and blushes, “L-like I said…he just fell down there! I had nothing to do with it!” You instantly nod in agreement and add, “A tree branch knocked me down there!”

>Pinkie giggles again, “Well, that doesn’t matter…” She widens her hips, revealing her party-starter. “I wanna know how it feels to have you inside me, like you were inside Dashie.”

>Dash and you simply stare, open mouthed, at Pinkie’s words.

>Pinkie snorts, “What? It looked like fun… I saw that Dashie enjoyed it!”

>Dash smirks, and plucks you from her head. As she approaches Pinkie, she chuckles, “Well, at least it doesn’t have to be awkward, now!”

>You kick back against the hoof as your holder approaches her, no way were you going back inside those dank caverns.

>Dash flicks you with extremely accurate precision. You fly through the air and land on something soft. You wish you didn’t, but you hear a slight, high pitched groan.

>As you try to scramble your way off of her groin, Dash swoops in and stops you, “You’re not going anywhere, short stuff.”

>You glare up at Dash, who just gives you a dominating smile and pushes you with a hoof. “In you go!”

>More moans emerge when Pinkie’s slit envelops your tiny body. It feels almost like quicksand. You struggle to get out, but you end up sinking even deeper.

>You’re stuck to your waist. You plead to Pinkie for help, reaching up a hand to her.

>Pinkie reaches a massive, pink hoof towards you slowly. You furiously grab for it as your legs try to make a swimming motion upwards, kicking against the squishy walls.

>Your hands finally latch on the hoof, and you give a sigh of relief waiting for Pinkie to tug. Something is wrong, however, as you find yourself sinking at an even faster rate!

>You gasp as your saving hoof turns out to be dooming you instead! The massive limb forces your whole body inside the hungry pink vag.

>Your hands slip as the hoof exits, and you find yourself wedged between two massive, fleshy walls.

>Meanwhile, Pinkie is panting and displaying herself in front of Dash. “H-he feels so good in there, Dashie!”

>Dash nods, “Heh, I thought you’d like that. Maybe some of this, too…” She leans down and rubs her nose against the vagina, creating more noise from Pinkie’s talkative lips.

>Pinkie squeals, “Ooooh, yes! Right there, Dashie!”

>You only hear muffled noises, but gasp in horror as a tongue penetrates and spreads the walls around you. Seeing no other viable option, you head deeper in the wet cave.

>Pinkie lets out another squeal, causing Dash to look up at her.

>Dash grins, “Having fun, Pinkster?”

>Pinkie nods, “I-I feel- He’s going deep, Dashie!”

>Indeed, you are going very deep. Your hands part the walls as your legs brush against the soggy pussy.

>Dash laps up the juices flowing from Pinkie in an almost dog-like fashion, giggling. She talks to the vagina, as if speaking to you. “Hey, little guy, at least YOU’RE warm and snug in there!”

>This is hardly a consolation, as you feel Pinkie’s walls start to tense up around you. More muffled moaning can be heard from the outside.

>Dash tries to locate you with her tongue, not knowing just how deep you had penetrated so far. She takes it out and looks up at Pinkie’s pleasure filled face, “Heh...he must be in there deep…”

>You are deep, indeed, deep enough to come upon her most sacred of parts, the lump known as the g-spot.

>Pinkie gasps, squirting some juices past you and straight into Dash’s face. Dash rears back in surprise, “Ho now! Better let him do his work…”

>Dash decides to lay her face down in front of the opening, as if she were a catcher and the orifice the pitcher. She would receive you and keep you from getting hurt…too much.

>You pound furiously at the lump, hoping and pleading for a quick release from the fleshy prison. Pinkie’s muffled moans get louder and louder from where you are.

>Pinkie bites down on her hoof, trying not to wake everypony within a 500 mile radius with her screams of pleasure.

>Dash grins at the opening, watching and waiting for a tiny, juice-covered human to shoot out.

>Your fists start to ache at the tiring work. Feeling the burn, you decide to heave your body onto the lump and attack it like a savage animal.

>Pinkie lets out a final squeal as her eyes roll up. Her mouth opens wide with a final, high moan.

>You hear a rushing noise, and brace yourself as fluid gushes in the cave, sending you back through the cave like the most dangerous of rapids.

>Dash makes herself ready as she sees the fluid splatters onto her face. She searches the musky substance and finds you, safe and sound.

>Dash then picks you up and turns your attention to Pinkie, “Heh…lookie what you just did, little guy! Good work!”

>All you can do is lean and pant. This was probably one of the most thorough workouts you’ve eve r had in your life.

>Dash then walks over to Pinkie, and slaps her face a little, “Hey, you still in there?”

>Pinkie rapidly shakes her head and snaps to attention, “Wowie zowie, what a rush!” She immediately gets on her hooves and kisses Dash.

>Dash blushes, and then looks at you, “Wouldn’t you agree that that was fun, Pinkie?” Pinkie nods slowly.
>You weren’t sure you liked that question.

>Dash smirks, “And, could you keep a secret?” Pinkie nods again and salutes, “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”

>You were REALLY sure you didn’t like that question.

>”Well, Pinkie, want to share a secret little…pet…between the two of us?”

>Pinkie jumps up ecstatically, “Yes, yes, YES!”

>Your eyes widen, and you yell “No, no, NO!”

>Dash bops you with a hoof, “Hey, Dashie and I can take care of pets. We have a lot of experience!”
>Dash chimes in, “Also, you can’t do anything about it!”

>Dash gently hoofs you over to Pinkie, who puts you in her mouth. Dash grins, “Set up a nice cage for our little pet, Pinkie.”

>Pinkie happily nods and hops off.

>Before you know it, you are placed in a cushioned cage with the two mares beaming at you.

>And so, you spend the rest of your life being taken care of by and pleasuring Pinkie and Dash.

THE END