Rainbow Dash soared through the air, her wings fluttering faster then they ever had before. The clouds, the sun, and the roaring crowd were all thin smears in her vision. The one thing she could see clearly was her rival, Spitfire. 
	Spitfire’s golden hair and skin seemed to be inching towards her, while in reality they were both rushing to a single spot, the finish line. 
	Rainbow Dash was behind, but she was catching up. She put as much force into her wings as possible, flapping them hard enough that they felt like they were going to break off. Pushing through the pain was an important part of racing, she would rest later, right now she needed to win. 
	The distance between them shrunk. Rainbow dash was five feet behind. Then three feet. Then six inches. And then. 
	The race ended. Rainbow Dash slowed herself to a stop. Then she watched the crowd roar for the victor, Spitfire. 
	“Damn it!” Her lungs burned as she collapsed onto the nearest cloud. She had trained so hard for this. Her blood, sweat, and tears went into this. All for second place. 
	“Haha!” Spitfire floated over to the loser. She moved with grace and ease, and it seems she wasn’t even sweaty. “It’s okay Rainy, I’m sure you’ll get closer next time.” 
	Rainbow Dash felt her teeth grip together. “Haha...yeah...well, I was closer this time.” 
	“And look.” Spitfire said with a smile on her face, pointing at Rainbow Dash’s body. “You managed to get so far without any clothes on. I’m sure that must have helped your aerodynamics!” 
	“Huh?” Rainbow Dash realized the clothes that she swore were there just minutes ago vanished. Her small breasts, vagina, and ass were on full display. 
	Roaring laughter echoed through her head as her face turned hot. She wanted to cover her shame, yet all she could do is stand there, frozen in horror. Spitfire seemed almost double her size as her head rolled back in loud, cruel laughs. 
	She seemed to stand there in complete silence for hours, days, months, until she realized she was laying down. She realized she wasn’t staring at Spitfire, but the roof of her bedroom. She wasn’t hearing loud humiliating laughter, but heavy rain pouring in through her window. 

	Rainbow dash took a sip of iced coffee. The protein powder made it bitter enough to taste like dirt, but it was important she didn’t have sugar. She had woken up in such a cold sweat she showered for almost thirty minutes. She would normally wake up, drink some water, and spend an hour working out. Today, however, would be a rest day. Working out as hard as she did was clearly getting to her. 
	As she sat in her living room, let out a loud sigh. How was she exhausted after a full eight hours of sleep? She stretched her arms, thinking about spending hours and hours training again and again. Flying in quick circles, going further then she ever has before, pushing herself faster and faster. She had crawled into bed after a quick shower, then passed out. 
	All in all, she wasn’t faster then Spitfire, and the race was in two days. 
	“Rainbow Dash?” The words were followed with a gentle knock on the door. 
	“Let yourself in.” Rainbow Dash said. 
	Rainbow Dash’s friend, Twilight Sparkle, walked through the door. In her hand was a small plastic bag. “Hey, how are you holding up?” 
	“Oh, I’m good.” Rainbow Dash said. “What are you doing up here so early?” 
	“Early?” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “It’s almost one.” 
	Rainbow Dash groaned, then took a big gulp of her coffee. “Fuck, I slept almost elevan hours.” 
	“With how hard you were flying, I’m glad you woke up at all.” Twilight said. “You’re breaking the sound barrier left and right, I’m sure everypony would appreciate you taking a day off.” 
	Rainbow Dash rubbed the back of her head. “Eh heh...Sorry.” 
	“Oh, don’t be sorry. I know this race is important to you.” Twilight said. She sat down next to Rainbow Dash, and snatched away her coffee. 
	“Hey!” She said. She was so thirsty, and the drink was almost done. 
	“Oh, hush. If you’re having a rest day you shouldn’t be drinking so much of this stuff.” Twilight looked at the dark brown liquid. “You should be drinking water, especially if you just woke up.” 
	Rainbow Dash crossed her arms and huffed. She knew Twilight was right, Twilight was often right, but it just felt better drinking her protein powder coffee instead of just water. 
	“Well, look…” Twilight said, turning to her bag. “I just don’t want you killing yourself over this. Here.” She handed Rainbow Dash her coffee back. 
	Rainbow Dash swallowed a little bit. “I’m not killing myself, I’m getting healthier!” 
	Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Right, which is why you can barely stand when the race is tomorrow.” 
	Rainbow Dash almost jumped up. “Tomorrow? I thought it was a few days from now!” She chugged down the entirety of the coffee, wincing at how cold the drink made her teeth feel. She pushed herself up from the couch, only for Twilight to stop her. 
	“Woah, calm down there. You need to rest.” Twilight tried to push Rainbow Dash back onto the couch. 
	“No, you don’t understand! I can’t go as I am now, I’m not good enough!” Rainbow Dash knew she wasn’t ready, she was too weak, too slow, and she even felt sleepy. 
	“Oh, Rainbow Dash, you are good enough.” Twilight was much stronger then she looked. No matter how hard Rainbow Dash pulled, she couldn’t get out of her friend’s grip. “Spitfire isn’t better than you.” 
	“She’s...she’s not…?” Rainbow Dash asked. She realized her head almost felt like spinning. Maybe she did need to rest. 
	“Of course not...I learned, recently, that no ponies are better than any other ponies. We’re the same, we’re all weak, and we should all serve Empress Starlight.” 
	“Empress...Starlight?” The room was spinning around, and the sunlight was painful to look at. Rainbow Dashs’ eyes started to flutter as her thoughts grew slow. She stumbled back onto the couch. “You...what...I don’t…” 
	“It’s okay, Rainbow Dash, all ponies are equal.” Twilight’s voice was almost a whisper. “But some ponies are more equal than others.” 

	Rainbow dash stepped out of the shower, rubbing the white towel all over herself. There was nothing better than a hot shower after a good workout. When she saw herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but smirk and flex. 
	She had really put her all into her body these last few months. Hours of training, perfecting herself, pushing further and further. Her arms bulged out, her stomach was hard and flat, her thighs were meaty and big, and her cock was heavy and hard. 
	Her...cock? She tilted her head. Did she have a cock? It was hard, heavy, and covered in thick veins. There was nothing wrong with being a futa pony, several of her friends were, but she could always remember a vagina being there before. 
	There was something else strange about herself. A large, purple tattoo was plastered right over her groin, staring right under her belly button and ending inches above her cock. It was a strange heart shape with an eye in the center. It’s point ended in an arrow that was aimed right at her cock. And, strangest of all, it seemed to be glowing. 
	“Relax…” A voice said. 
	Rainbow Dash turned around. “What? Who said that?” There was nobody in her bathroom. 
	“Relax...Everything is fine.” The voice whispered. 
	Rainbow Dash rubbed her head. Something strange was happening, first to her body, and now she was hearing voices. Yet...at the same time...she didn’t really feel worried. She was so stressed out about something just a little bit ago, but now everything is fine. 
	“You are...so sexy…” The voice continued. “You’re body...is perfect...You look...so incredible…” 
	Rainbow Dash felt her cock stiffen in her hand. She gave it a solid squeeze, and started to stroke up and down. She flexed with her other arm and smiled. Fuck, she looked so good. Her massive muscles, her heavy body, her power, her strength. She was a perfect specimen. 
	“Keep…..touching...So….incredible...perfect….body...sexy…” 
	The voice was honestly very easy to ignore. It wasn’t that loud, and it wasn’t doing anything to her, just saying things she already thought. She was sexy, she was incredible, and she would keep stroking. 
	“You are...the best in...the world…” It said. “You deserve...everything in...the world…” 
	“Everything…” She said with a moan. “I deserve...everything…” 
	Rainbow Dash felt a wonderful tingling sensation over her body. Her mind drifted to images of sexy ponies, zebras, and even dragons, all women with muscular bodies and large busts. She usually liked a more dominant, controlling woman to be her Mistress, but right now she thought about those same girls tied up, spanked, their bodies used and abused by a Mistress Rainbow Dash, something that she had never done before. 
	A loud ringing sound started playing in the other room. 
	Perking up, Rainbow Dash quickly rubbed herself with the rough white towel. Once she was no longer sopping wet, she dashed naked to her phone in the living room. 
	“What!” She yelled. 
	“Oh, uh, hey Rainbow Dash.” A meek and quiet voice said on the other line. The voice sounded like she was whispering as if not to get caught in a library, and she sounded almost on the verge of tears. 
	“Hey Fluttershy! Uh, sorry about that.” Rainbow Dash rubbed the back of her head. She truly didn’t know where that scream had come from, but now she was completely calm, if still a little pent up. “What are you calling for so early in the morning?” 
	“Huh? Oh...um...Well, I was wondering if you’ve seen Twilight Sparkle? I haven't seen her in over two weeks, then she shows up, then disappears just as quickly.” 
	“Hm…?” Rainbow Dash had to pause. Twilight had shown up, but was that yesterday, or today? “Yeah, I saw her earlier. She and I had a nice talk...we um...and then...well, she’s fine. Why do you ask?” 
	“Oh, no reason.” Fluttershy said. “It’s just...um...well I...Oh…I wish it was easier for me…” 
	Rainbow Dash wanted to sigh, but knew better. Fluttershy called her friends so often to talk about her fears of anything like someone breaking into her house to her getting struck by lightning. Rainbow Dash knew she was supposed to support her friends, but with Fluttershy it was best to listen and occasionally say “Mhm.” 
	While Fluttershy started to talk about how intimidated she was by several of the wolves in the woods, Rainbow Dash leaned against the wall, tapping her foot. She hoped this conversation wouldn’t take long, as she wanted to go out before it got dark. Not to mention finish off her shower. 
	“Why not now?” A voice in her head said. “Do it now. Stroke now. You deserve it. You want it. She won’t care. She’ll find it hot.” 
	Rainbow Dash traced along her massive shaft with the tips of her fingers, enticing the smallest amount of precum from it. She had to hold back a laugh, Fluttershy had no idea. 
	“Fluttershy. Think about Fluttershy. She’s a little slut. She’s just your cock sleeve. You should fuck her.” 
	Images started to flash into her head. Her anxious friend, Fluttershy, tied up, spanked, bowing her head, and sucking Rainbow Dash’s cock. She imagined keeping Fluttershy in a little cage, feeding her only after a daily blowjob, and training her to be her walking pocket pussy. She would stuff her massive cock inside of her slutty toy every time she wanted to cum, listening to her loud screams and moans. Fluttershy wouldn’t be allowed clothes, no no no, that wasn’t for pets. She would get leather, latex, gags and blindfolds, handcuffs and nipple clamps, piercings and bitch suits. And she would love every second of it. 
	“Yeah...Fucking slut.” Rainbow Dash muttered to herself while she pumped her heavy cock. 
	“What?” Fluttershy said. 
	“Oh, Fluttershy! I’m sorry!” Rainbow Dash cried. 
	But Fluttershy had already hung up. 
	Rainbow Dash did a heavy sigh. She dropped the receiver back on the line and let her slide along the wall to the floor. What was she doing? Stroking her cock while thinking about raping her friend. That’s what. She had called Fluttershy, such a delicate, caring girl such a devastating insult. The worst part, however, was just how hard and hot it made her cock feel. She watched her aching cock twitch, demanding attention, while bathed in the bright glowing of her tattoo. 

	Rainbow Dash slowly walked through the park, eyeing up the girls and particularly feminine boys that walked around. She thought about fucking this one milf until she was pregnant, she pictured fucking this straight couple in turn until they both begged for more, she wanted to wrestle this big dude onto the floor until his mouth was on her cock, and each time she did, the voices encouraged her. 
	“Take them. Fuck them. You’re better than them. They can’t stop you. You’ll win. You’re superior.” 
	She knew the voice was fine, she knew it was probably right, but no matter how much she wanted to fuck-
	“Rape them. Force them. Take them.” 
	-no matter how much she wanted to rape them, she couldn’t. These people were her friends, her acquaintances, she even knew some of them by name. She sat on a bench and took a deep breath. She realized her massive cock was poking out of the bottom of her shorts, but she was so done adjusting it until it was hidden. Even if it wasn’t sticking out, the bulge was impossible to hide. 
	“God, how did I do this before?” She couldn’t stop herself from giving it a playful squeeze, before rolling her head back from the wave of pleasure it brought on. A smile crept onto her face, and a moan escaped her lips. 
	“Tsk, how indecent.” An older mare said, shaking her head. “There are children here!” The woman was sitting across from Rainbow Dash, feeding some small birds some seed. 
	Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but blush, and felt the pleasure turn to shame as she desperately tried to get her cock to calm down. Then, however, the voices started again. 
	“Fuck that bitch. What a cunt. She has no right to talk to you. She’s lesser. You’re better. Make her pay.” 
	Rainbow Dash saw herself pull her shorts down and slap the woman with her hard cock. She held the old lady down as plowed into her. At first she screamed, then moaned, then begged for more. Rainbow Dash didn’t listen, only pounded so hard that most people her own age couldn’t handle it. The old woman orgasmed, perhaps for the first time in years, as the cock went in as deep as the balls inside of her wet pussy. Rainbow Dash grunted, squeezed the grass that they were fucking on, and started to fill the older woman up with her seed. 
	“Well? Don’t you look at me like that!” As the older mare stood up and walked away. “Cover yourself up next time, you’re indecent!” 
	Rainbow Dash shook her head. She was still wearing her clothes, still sitting on the bench, and was not currently fucking the brains out of a woman for being rude to her. She bit her lip slightly. Was that just her imagination, or something else? Should she had tried to cum before leaving home, or would that have only made things worse? Were these thoughts wrong to have, or was it okay as long as she didn’t act on them? Could she control herself much longer if she kept this up? Her tattoo glowed brightly under her small tank top, the bright purple shining peeking out from her midriff. 
	“It’s fine. Voice is good. Let it corrupt you. You can’t escape. This is your destiny. You have no choice. Become the dominant you were always meant to be. Everyone is your cock sleeve.” 
	Rainbow Dash covered her ears. Something was wrong! She wasn’t like this! She tried to think about anything else, of her race, of working out, of being submissive, of a sexy dominatrix. Yet the intrusive thoughts only pushed harder, the images so real that she could almost reach out and touch them, the wants and desires to cum inside of a tight hole, none of that could go away. 
	“Hey, you’re looking out of it.” A voice broke through everything flowing in Rainbow Dash’s head. The voice was authoritative, loud, and firm. A voice that Rainbow Dash had known, admired, and obeyed for years. Rainbow Dash opened her eyes to see Spitfire standing above her, wearing a tracksuit zipped open. “Considering we’ve got a race tomorrow, Is it stress getting to you?” Spitfire smiled. 
	“St-stress? Uh, yeah. That’s all.” Rainbow Dash tried not to make eye contact, and covered her cock with her body by leaning forward as far as possible. Despite this, the head of her cock still peeked out from her shorts. It felt like it was leaking precum onto her knee. “Just need to get some sleep before the race, then I’ll be fine.” 
	“Ah, alright. It’s okay to be nervous.” Spitfire said. In the corner of her eye, Rainbow Dash saw she was still smiling. “But uh, you may want to hide that a bit better during our race, children will be there.” She pointed at Rainbow Dash’s shorts. 
	A heat so intense she felt like her head was going to explode rushed to Rainbow Dash’s face. She swallowed a mouth full of saliva, felt her heart race in her chest, and realized she had stopped breathing. She wanted nothing more than to die, here and now. 
	The voice, once again, spoke up. “She’s mocking you. How dare she. She’s a bitch. You’re better than her. Put her in her place.” 
	Rainbow Dash shot out of the park bench and jumped onto Spitfire. She gripped her hero’s wrists and pinned them to the ground. Her face twisted into a furious frown as she stared intensely into Spitfire’s eyes. 
	“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She yelled. 
	“What I’ve wanted to do all day.” Rainbow Dash gripped the track suit Spitfire wore and easily tore it apart. She was wearing a tight sports bra underneath, but that was easily ripped open as well. Her breasts were larger than Rainbow Dash expected, jiggling once ripped out of the restrictive straps that held them in place. “God, can’t believe you hid these sexy things in here!” 
	“Rainbow, stop this! No! You can’t!” Spitfire yelled. Her voice was less authoritative then it was before. Maybe that’s because she was afraid, or maybe it’s because you can’t sound scary while flat on your back. 
	“Well, it looks like I can.” Rainbow dash smiled. This felt so good. This felt so right. She should rape Spitfire. She was better than her. She pulled her shorts down, letting her cock flap onto Spitfire’s belly. “Although, even I may not be able to fit this in.” She said. Her cock was bathed in the deep purple glow of her tattoo. 
	“Rainbow Dash!” Spitfire said. “That’s a magical rune! What is that doing on you!” 
	“The fuck does it matter to you? I think you should be worrying about the twelve inch snake that’s about to make a home in your nest.” 
	“Listen to me! It’s doing this to you! Stop it right now!” Spitfire threw a punch at Rainbow Dash, who easily dodged it. 
	Rainbow Dash didn’t know where this strength, this speed, this awesome power came from. It seemed like she really had nothing to worry about. If she was this much better than Spitfire, there was no chance she could lose the race. She pulled the shorts down Spitfire’s kicking legs, revealing the pussy underneath. 
	“Mmm...and there it is.” Rainbow Dash’s cock twitched as soon as she saw it. “Looks like you’re worth something after all.” 
	“No! No please, not there!” She screamed. “H-help! Someone help me!” 
	Rainbow Dash didn’t feel worried at all about someone seeing. In fact, that would only make it hotter. “Want someone to watch, do ya? God, you’re such a slut.” She lined her cock against the pussy and inched forward. 
	“Ah!” Spitfire yelped. She grit her teeth, sucked in air, and rolled her head back. “St-stop it! It’s too big!” 
	There was something so enticing about the screams of her former mentor. It was like music to Rainbow Dash’s ears. Keep going. Harder. Make her cry. It’s your right. She thrust in another inch by inch, only pulling out slightly. It seemed that with each movement, the glow grew more and more intense. But that was okay. The tattoo is doing good things. It feels good to let it corrupt you. Feel the power rush through your body. Focus on the raping. 
	“Ah! Please. Fuck! Ahhh!” Spitfire lifted squinted eyes slightly at the incredibly bright lights currently covering her entire body. Once she got a look at it, her eyes started to open wider and wider, until she stared right into her. 
	“Yeah, bitch.” Rainbow Dash said. She said her words like she was spitting them at the girl she was fucking. She was so much better then whoever it was. It was her right to fuck her, wether she wanted it or not. “Keep your eye on my cock. You’ll never see another one like it! Hahaha!” 
	“I...I...No...You...You...I…” Spitfire said. Her eyes were starting to glow purple as well, and it only glowed brighter and brighter the more she stared. 
	Rainbow Dash realized that the fuck hole she was using was getting looser, less tense, and all around more pleasant to fuck. That was good, because she could go all night. “Yeah...know your fucking place.” 
	“I...You...My...fucking...place…?” A moan pushed past Spitfire’s lips, which were slowly creeping into a smile. “Yes...this is...my place…” 
	Rainbow Dash leaned down and planted a deep kiss onto Spitfire. She almost forced her tongue down her throat, twisting and pushing around the other girl’s tongue. She pushed her hips down hard, making loud and wet slapping sounds. To Rainbow Dash’s delight, Spitfire pushed back on each one of her thrusts. 
	“Yesss….God! Harder! I’m your fuck hole...I’m your fuck hole...I’m only your fuck hole!” Spitfire mumbled to herself again. 
	Rainbow Dash smiled. Fucking a pussy that was struggling and squeezing and writhing felt better, but there was something so satisfying about feeling her mark give in. “Good bitch.” 
	“Th...thank you...ah! Th...Thank you, Rainbow Dash.” She said. 
	“That’s Mistress to you.” She plowed quickly and hard into Spitfire one last time, and felt her cock spew out cum into her pussy. 
	“Ooooohhhh god...it’s so hot! It feels like it’s boiling inside me.” Spitfire screamed. 
	Rainbow Dash only grunted in response. She felt her body tighten and flex harder than it ever had before in her left. Waves of pleasure went from the base of her spine into her cock, and each time shot a load inside of Spitfire. Her teeth were gritting together so hard it felt like they would surely shatter. But soon, she was done cumming. She pulled out, seeing the thick seed leak out of the wide hole. 
	“Thank you thank you thank you thank you.” Spirefire said again and again. Her eyes had small little marks in them, the exact same mark that Rainbow Dash’s tattoo had. 
	“Oi, you really want to thank me, then you can throw that race we’re gonna do tomorrow, or you’ll never feel my cock again, understand?” 
	“Yes Mistress. Yes Mistress. Yes Mistress. Fuck...anything for Mistress.” Spitfire’s hands reached up to the pony, and Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but lean into a tight hug. 
	“You! You! You two! Indecent!” A shrill voice screamed. That same whiney old bitch that complained at Rainbow Dash earlier was back, and she was waving a fist at the two girls. 
	Rainbow Dash flipped her off, which made the old mare turn and stomp away. Rainbow Dash could have chased her down, stuffed her cock down her throat, and make her drink enough cum to fill her belly up, but there was time for that later. 
	Rainbow Dash stood up, easily carried the wonderbolt captain in her arms, and started to walk home. “Come on, bitch. Gonna fuck you so hard that even if you want to try and win, you won’t be able to even crawl straight tomorrow.” 
	“Yes!” Spitfire said. “Thank you. Fuck me again. Thank you. Fuck me again. Thank you. Fuck me again.” 
	Rainbow Dash smiled. She didn’t know why, but she very much felt the need to thank Twilight Sparkle the next time she saw her.