"Well, you've gotta be the grossest bug in the whole wide world," grinned Rainbow Dash, "How does it feel? It's quite an achievement!"

She prodded the creature with a small stick. It was something between a worm, a beetle and a squid. A small, black, carapace encased body the size of a raisin with long tendrils that extended out behind it like bedraggled and slimy hair. It looked like a dead sea creature that had washed up on the beach, its limp appendages cast out behind it: wholly bereft of the smallest sign of life.

It was early in the morning and Rainbow Dash had been in the middle of her daily jog to soccer practice when she had nearly trodden on the revolting creature. Now she was squatted on the pavement, giving the... insect? Arthropod? Cephalopod? a solid peek up her skirt as she poked at it. It had been fourteen days since the Rainbooms had faced off against the Dazzlings at the battle of the bands. Dashie never ceased to wonder at Canterlot High's ability to return to relative normalcy in the wake of near absolute magical apocalypse. She hadn't even missed monday's soccer practice as a result of it... nor, less fortuitously, had her homework assignment been cancelled as a result of it.

"Fluttershy's always interested in neat little animals... you're kinda gross though but she'll prob'ly still be keen to take a look at ya. I've never seen a bug like you before... you are a bug, aren't ya?"

Rainbow liked to set out extra early for soccer practice every Saturday so she had time to muck around on the way there: trying out new moves or picking an apple from one of the trees on the edge of AJ's family orchard. She'd always been interested in gross stuff. One reason among many why people called her a tomboy when she was younger. She adjusted her skirt a little. Squatting down like this had the potential to give anyone coming up the deserted suburban alleyway a solid peek at the compression shorts she was wearing under her skirt. Less embarrassing then flashing a stranger something else but still. RD may be a tomboy but she had her dignity. She pondered how to transport the odd creature. She wasn't keen on having it in her shirt pocket. It looked kinda... greasy.

"Will you still be here when I get back after practice? Ahaha... well, you're not exactly going anywhere fast now are ya?" she chuckled.

One of the creature's tendrils suddenly twitched. It reached up and draped itself around the stick that prodded at it in an almost affectionately casual manner.

"Woah, neat," grinned RD. She had been getting somewhat bored of the creature and had come close to changing her mind on even mentioning it to Fluttershy, "So ya are alive after all."

Another tendril joined the first and the two entangled the small stick. Rainbow Dash lifted the stick a little and the creature lifted with it, dangling pendulously off the end of the stick.

"What the heck are you?" Rainbow Dash leaned a little closer. The creature was almost... shivering... twitching...

Things went very wrong very fast.

With a sudden, violent burst of life the creature convulsed and flung itself at RD's face. She started and dropped the stick, falling flat on her ass, both hands reaching back to cushion her small fall. She managed to snap her mouth shut in time and the creature landed on her sealed lips, its sticky tendrils gluing themselves to her skin.

Gross .Gross. Gross.

She hurriedly reached up to peel the... thing... off her skin. But it seemed alive with a new purpose. It squirmed its way upwards, narrowly dodging her thumb and forefinger as she attempted to grab it and tear it off.

Its small body rammed into her narrow nostril. Tiny tentacles expertly gripping the walls of her nasal chamber as the being heaved its way deeper immediately. She desperately made a second grab, attempting to latch onto one of its tendrils and drag it out of there but they were so slimy and squirmy she couldn't get a grip. She felt a lurch of nausea as it wriggled inside her nose. She could feel it there inside, beneath the skin. A little hard bump that could be felt from the outside right hand wall of her nose. The tendrils left on her face had all suddenly slithered inside her nostril, compressing themselves remarkably into the enclosed space.

Rainbow Dash's skin was crawling with disgust. She blocked her left nostril, the nostril that wasn't being invaded by the grossest bug in the history of the universe, and blew out the other as hard as she could: hoping to send the creature flying out like the ugly piece of snot that it was. Yet it did not budge.

She felt a surge of nausea as the creature pushed its way a little deeper.

"Get out, get out, get out, get out," she whined in a now slightly nasal voice. She scratched at the hard lump of the creature she could feel under the skin of her nose. She tried to pop it like a large zit, tried to squeeze it back out the hole it came in through. It responded by wriggling a little deeper.

A dribble of watery snot leaked out of her right nostril and dripped off the upper lip of her now open and panting mouth. Was the creature scraping out her mucus as it dove deeper into her nostril or was her body lubricating her nostril in hopes of getting the creature to slide out? Rainbow Dash couldn't tell. Her mind was filled with one goal. Get the creature out. Would she need to go see a doctor? Would they have to cut it out of face? It was... so deep...

She couldn't feel the lump any more. It was so deep in there. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream. Occasionally she gagged and coughed as the revolting insect twitched deep inside her nasal cavity. Snot dripped into her lap, leaving her chin slick with its trail but she couldn't be bothered to wipe. She continued to claw at the side of her nose. She didn't want to stick a finger in for fear of driving the creature deeper.

She couldn't breathe through either of her nostrils now. Had it wriggled so far back it had found the point where her two nostrils joined? She pinched the bridge of her nose. The creature lay just behind this bony ridge, heaving its way over the fleshy lumps and folds of her inner nasal cavity. She'd never driven a finger this deep into her nose before. Nothing had ever been this deep in her nose before.

The alleyway where she had found the creature was completely silent. Not a single passerby to help the young highschool girl as she gasped and whimpered hopelessly. Her legs were splayed out in front of her, knees bent, offering a clear view up her long, firm and slightly muscular legs and up her skirt to anyone who might wander by. But modesty was the furthest thing from her mind.

Had her stomach not been empty she would no doubt have added a lot more than sticky trails of snot to the front of her t-shirt and skirt. She had skipped breakfast, planning on picking up something to eat on the way to practice.

She should scream. She should call someone. But words caught in her throat with each dry heave. It was squirming back and forth now. Sliding its way in and out of the deepest part of her nose. She knew that if someone could spit milk out of their nose then the throat and nose must be connected back there. Was it going to slide down her throat and into her belly? Or journey down into her lungs and choke her? It seemed to have no intention of budging. Simply grinding back and forth. It was... gently fucking her pharyngial recess. Shivers of horror ran down her already crawling skin.

A swollen bubble of mucus inflated itself from her left nostril and then burst, adding itself to the slime running down her face. Damp stains were forming all over her t-shirt as a cold sweat began to trickle its way down her smooth sky blue skin. Her flat, underdeveloped but athletic chest heaved as she panted through her mouth like a dog.

Gotta call someone. Need an... ambulance... Okay... keep calm...

Her surroundings blurred as her eyes started to water.

Don't cry. Don't cry, okay. There are lots of houses around here just... go get help...

Another heave of nausea. Her whole body clenched and shuddered.

Just get up, get up. Get up. Get up.

RD leaned forward to shakily stand up but he paused. Through her blurred vision she could see something red on the pavement between her legs. She wiped her eyes. Droplets of blood. Her nose was bleeding. Dripping onto the concrete. But... everything had stopped. Had it... died in there? It wasn't moving back there.

The inside of her nose felt numb. She couldn't feel it twitching anymore. She could... breathe through her nose. Was it gone? How? Where?

A few more drops of blood then it stopped flowing. With a trembling hand RD ventured to wipe her nose on her wristband, cleaning off the slime leaking out of it. Not much blood. Only a few drops then it stopped.

"I gotta.. I gotta get to a hospital..." she murmurred to herself.

Her head started to throb dully.

She lifted herself slightly, folding her legs underneath her tush and kneeling to catch her breath for a second. Her arms hung limply at her sides.

Okay, Rainbow. Walk it off. Go get help. Get up.

Except she didn't get up. She was still kneeling there on the pavement.

Just taking a second. Okay that's enough. Get up. Gotta get up. Stand up.

Except she didn't. She felt a squirm once more. Deeper. So much deeper. Higher up. Further back...

"No... no... nononono..." she whispered hoarsely.

It had... tunnelled... deeper than the nose... much deeper... it was way back there... higher up...

"Nonononon... please... please no... get out... get out of my head... its... please..."

In her brain. In the soft, pink virginal folds of her cerebrum. Its tendrils outstretched across her frontal and temporal lobes. It's tiny beetle like body buried in the warm moist cavity of her sylvan fissure.

"No... no... no please... help... Help! Someone! I need... I... Ambulance... Am... buuuh...no... nuuuh...nnn...nnngggh..." she trailed off. Her head was filled with clear and acute horror and a desperate need for help but somehow getting those words to go down to her tongue seemed... difficult.

Standing up was impossible. It was like the telephone line between her brain and the rest of her body had been cut. She was getting nothing but a dial tone from her hands and feet.

She sat, kneeling on standby. Occasionally the creature would shift a little. One of its appendages snuggling deeper into the meaty creases of her brain. It was getting comfortable inside her.

She was... drooling. Like a catatonic mental patient. Sitting in the road, her mouth hanging open and spittle making ropes off her chin. She was still awake in there. Completely awake. Screaming deep inside her head. But nothing was coming out. Nothing was moving. Not even the slightest twitch. Her eyes were dead, rolled slightly upwards in her head. Her rainbow coloured hair was matted with sweat.

Please... you're in my head... in my brain... can you hear me? Why are you doing this?

The creature didn't answer. Her body was completely silent and then... her asshole clenched. It was the only movement her body offered her but she could feel it. It had not been voluntary. Then silence. Not even the smallest movement from her body. A gentle breeze wafted through the alley. She didn't shiver despite the cold sweat drenching her teenage body.

Next one of her toes stirred. Twitching just slightly.

Are you doing this? Are you controlling me? Please, just... let me go. I'll do anything you want! Just come out of there.

There was something flickering in the back of her mind. An errant thought that she couldn't quite grasp. Something like a distant memory only partially recalled. She tried to grasp it. The more her mind reached for it the clearer it became. Something between imagination, memory and hallucination. An experience that she...

In a sickening rush it became clear. In her mind Rainbow Dash was on all fours, whimpering. Some huge unseen beast gripped her from behind, thrusting mercilessly into her. Her back arching, her hips rising to meet each powerful thrust. A desperate desire to be bred filling her every...

RD's mind violently recoiled. That was not a memory. That was not one of her day dreams. That was not... her thought.

You... you're putting sick thoughts in my head. Get out! Get out! Someone! Twilight! Sunset! Anyone!

She was cowering in a small corner of her mind as the repulsive imagery gradually faded. There was no denying that the implanted thought had had an effect however. She could feel a soft warmth between her legs. She fought to suppress it immediately.

You can't make me think things! Get out of my head!

Rainbow Dash's thoughts raced as she sat on the pavement drooling like a dog.

I gotta drive it out. Maybe if I just think the same thoughts over and over again it will leave. I can keep the bad thoughts out. The song! Maybe I've still got some of that magic power from the showdown with me and if I sing... even if it's inside my head it could still...

Even as she tried to formulate a plan she could feel another foreign thought creeping its way into her mind. She tried to push it away, to suppress it but it refused to go down. Refused to sink into nothingness. And the more she tried to ignore it the more she acknowledged its existence.

In her now dominated imagination she was being crushed, something huge looming over her, sliding inside her. The image came with a deep yearning to submit, to be owned. Her depths were being thoroughly grinded into.

First you see me riding on a sonic boom
Got my guitar shreddin' up my latest tune...

RD tried to drive back the thought with thoughts of her own but the damage was done. A moist sensation had been added to the warmth between her legs accompanied by a mild, but undeniably pleasurable aching.

There is nothin' you can do to beat me
I'm so good that you can't... you can't defeat me...

A surge of images gushed into her as if a levy had broken in her mind. A million thoughts passing through her. She was bouncing, desperately driving her lithe body down onto a thick meaty spike, she was crawling pathetically, leaning forward to lick someone's feet or... hooves, she was flat on her belly, legs spread, thick juices pumping into her, she was begging, suckling, screaming.

The creature had a grip on her cunt. Or... it had its ugly tentacles buried in the part of her mind that was directly linked to her teenage cunny. Her undeveloped libido, her oft suppressed sexual imagination, and the creature was... fucking that part of her. Mind fucking her.

Yeah, I'm awesome, take caution
Watch out for me, I'm... Watch out for me I'm awesome as I wanna... Watch... I'm... How did the second verse go?

The damp patch on her compression shorts was spreading. Sticky juices soaking her thighs and her hairless (what? She always thought it was more aerodynamic) slit. The throbbing down there was rhythmic, powerful. A deeply implanted desire that dominated her thoughts.

No. No...

Her fingers stirred. Her arm, which had been hanging limply at her sides while her mind was being fornicated with, now swung slightly back and forth. As if the creature was testing its weight. Experimenting with the controls. Her arm lifted itself... then dropped. Lifted itself... then dropped.

It was hard to focus on what was happening with her arm as her body was urgently crying for attention. Her young pussy was winking, leaking into her shorts. Rainbow was fairly inexperienced when it came to sexual stuff. She had awkwardly rubbed a few times before... only when the mood had taken her... and generally felt embarrassed about it afterwards even though it had been done in the deepest privacy. But the feelings had never been this strong. Those few late night sessions where she'd buried her face in her pillow and rubbed little circles on her clit were a tiny trickle compared to the tsunami that was slamming into her head now.

Her hand landed on her knee. At first it just sat there like a dead fish. But then... slowly... like a baby spider taking its first few steps... it began to creep... finger by finger... upwards. Her kneeling legs opened up but an inch, shifting slightly beneath her as her... as the creature's hand advanced up her smooth, toned, sky blue thighs.

You leave that alone. Go away. Don't... no... no... stop...

Rainbow Dash's thoughts of resistance were getting pummelled down by flickering stabs of pleasure. One of her fingers flicked back her crumpled skirt, revealing the spandex bicycle shorts beneath for all the world to see. Despite the black spandex the damp spot was still clearly visible on her steaming, virgin mound. Dashie didn't usually wear panties under her compression shorts as they made her get too sweaty during the day and so her hairless slit was offering up the cutest of cameltoes. A prize on offer for the hand slowly creeping its way closer.

Rainbow Dash's ruby cerise eyes were devoid of all light. Dead. And rolled slightly upwards in her head. Yet, despite their empty state, she had managed to form some tears even though the emotion had not managed to creep onto her face. Her eyes, her mouth, her hot little teen pussy... all leaking their respective sticky fluids.

Twilight. I need. Twilight. Fix this with magic. Need.

Her middle finger found its way to her love button, grinding into it through the spandex and forcing a strangled squeak out of her throat. It felt like once the creature had felt her reach a certain peak of pleasure it was capable of simply locking her there. It had bullied her thoughts into arousing her only slightly then trapped her in that sensation, slowly hunting for footholds to ascend by. Each fresh fantasy had intensified the aching down below and each level of intensification had locked in and maintained itself.

Her face was growing increasingly flushed, her shoulders heaving as the soft pad of her fingertip rubbed back and forth on her excessively dewy pink bud. Her juices were getting out of control. They ran down her slit then down between her firm, clenched buttocks and soaked into the pavement beneath her. The puffy tips of Dashie's underdeveloped breasts scraped against her sports bra beneath the thin fabric of her soccer shirt. Shivers ran through her.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. This is... not me... this... fuck... fuck...

She was masturbating in the street. In public. And she couldn't stop.

It's not me...

She was sitting in a puddle of her own girl jizz insistently pressing into her engorged nub. Each climb up the precipice was maintained. Each amplification of pleasure refused to back down. Her cunt was sending pulses of pleasure directly to her scrambled brain. She was barely aware of the creature squirming inside her headspace.

"Whatcha up to, girlie?"

Burning embarrassment coursed through her. The empty street had finally seen its first pedestrian foot traffic and Dashie's vacant eyes had been too lost in pleasure to see the man standing directly in front of her.

He was bearded, wearing a shabby overcoat that looked too hot for the warm summer day. On her knees RD was staring directly at his scuffed belt buckle and the crotch of his tattered jeans. The archetypical homeless man, stinking of stale booze, sweat and hard times.

"You touchin' yourself in the street, sweetie? Boyfriend gotcha that frustrated, huh? Fuckin' boys these days is a bunch a pansies," he showed a mouth of broken, jagged yellow teeth.

This is... no this is good... this is what I wanted. I need help. Just gotta... ask for help...

Dashie's mind strained against the invader. Heaving, struggling against the attack on her psyche harder than she had before. Forcing herself. With colossal effort. With a strain so hard she could feel her mind tearing as she heaved against the tide that crashed against the walls of her skull.

"P-p-puh... puh... please... hh..huh...help..."

Her mind was dragged back into the abyss of pleasure and submission once more.

I said it. I... said it. He'll get help... Ambulance...

"Whatcha want help with, girlie?" grinned the filthy old man.

Rainbow Dash's body... no... the creature's body responded. Not with words. It allowed her mouth to hang open. It eased back her head slightly. It presented Rainbow Dash's pink, soft, moist tongue. A string of drool slipped out and added itself to the sweat trails on her t-shirt.

"Oh, I get it. Don't have to tell me twice. You must be one a' them highschool sluts like in the pornos. Wassamatta? You in heat or somethin'?"

RD's blank eyes watched him expectantly.

"Could probly go to jail for throat fuckin' a little schoolgirl slut like you. Still... the fuck is jail, amirite? Hot meals three times a day," his stink grew stronger as he shuffled closer, "Can't say no to a lady in need after all. Even if she is a filthy whore."

Whore. Slut. But... help... I said... whore... you help me... slut... whore...

The words bounced around inside her. She said them to herself again and again. As if she'd never heard them before. Or... no wait... the creature was saying them... wasn't it? Rainbow Dash couldn't quite remember exactly how she'd gotten in this position. She could remember that something was very, very wrong here but couldn't quite remember.

The sound of his fly being opened caught her fleeting attention.

"Last chance to back down, girlie. I ain't like your candy ass boyfriend. I'll fuck yer mouth so hard your daughters'll be born addicted to bein' throated," his half chubbed pecker flopped out, a hairy beast that stank of better days. She could... taste his heady scent on her outstretched tongue, "Alright, bitch. If yer that eager to let me mouthrape ya then I guess I'll oblige."

Bitch. No. Slut. I. Rape. Don't. Addicted. Whore. Please. Mouth. Ass.

It felt like each word was being etched into the fleshy walls of Dashie's mostly ruined mind. As if, each time he said something one of her precious memories was wiped out and the ramblings of a filthy hobo written in their place. What was her mother's first name? How had she winded up here? The salty tip of his foul cock made contact with her tongue. This was wrong, wasn't it? She'd been going somewhere before. Somewhere important. This disgusting man was scraping his shaft along her tongue, filling her mouth with his revolting taste. She'd wanted to see Twilight about something. Something to do with the wriggling inside her skull.

"Shit, yer mouth is hot as a fuckin' oven. Y'like the taste of my cock? Guess so. Look at ya schlicking away down there while you suck. Yer so wet its makin' a puddle under ya," he leaned his weight behind his shaft, cupping her cheeks and sliding a little deeper into her invitingly moist mouth hole.

She felt... good. It was hard to think about anything but the gentle rubbing of her finger down below, the thick swelling invader pushing into her mouth, the sharp stings of pleasure throbbing in her head. Every time she tried to grab that sense of urgent danger it slipped away, every time she tried figure out what was going on the foul things he was saying repeated themselves and she was lost in a haze once again. Was this normal? What did Twilight's face look like again? Her head was spinning. No... her head was... writhing. Or maybe something in her head was doing that...

"Yer a little disappointingly flat fer such a horny gal. Don't worry, ye'll git yerself some nice little titties once ya get knocked up. Reckon that won't be too long from now if it ain't happened already," he had begun rocking his hips back and forth, using her mouth. Was this right? Was this supposed to be happening? It felt... right... Rainbow Dash wasn't sure, "I like how ya keep still, girlie. Most girls try and take charge and end up doin' a shitty job of it. But you know yer place, dontcha? You know men're to be the ones thrustin'. Move yer tongue a bit..."

Rainbow Dash, junior mindfucked onahole, obliged. Or had she? Was it her that was making her tongue twist and wriggle as his thrusts began to intensify? Maybe she'd just done it automatically... because she was... a whore? It was so hard to think. Everything was scrambled in her head. He was gripping her head fiercely. His fingers sinking into her feathery, multicolored hair. His member driving its spike down her gullet, grinding past her tonsils on its way down. The clit of her throat cunt. She gagged and clenched her neck muscles as he dragged it out, as if begging him to stay in there a little longer.

"Fuck, yeah... I ain't had good head since I was much younger. Haven't cum in a while either. Mah balls're full to burstin', bitch. Hope ya didn't have a big breakfast. If you puke it up I'm gonna make you lick it off the pavement. F-f-fuck you're good. Good girl..."

Dashie's a good girl. Dashie's good... obedient... Dashie is... slut... whore... mouthrape... knocked up...

She shuddered violently as she hit climax. A fresh spurt of schoolgirl honey gushing out of her, drenching her hand, splattering her thighs and adding to the growing lake beneath her. Her temporary owner didn't seem to mind. He hammered into her gullet and she unthinkingly swallowed him. The pleasure refused to subside. She was locked into orgasm. Violent, mind shattering waves of pleasure destroyed what little was left. Everything was leaking out of her cunt. Her memories one by one, her goals, her ambitions, her identity. The band... Pinkie's smile... the dance... Twilight... Sunset... Squirt by squirt they all trickled away. All that was left was a tool for public use. A vegetable with a homeless man balls deep inside it.

"Gonna cum soon, slut... take it all... here ya go..."

She was barely aware as he thrust one last time. His balls tightening in time with each tummy filling gush. Dash' s relentless fingers finally relented. Her arms hung by her side, swaying slightly as his spunk spewed against the insides of her throat. Must have been 8 or 9 jets of thick milky fluid but unfortunately Dashie couldn't count past 3 any more. She couldn't even gulp. Just kneel there, soaked in sweat, drool, snot, one or two droplets of blood and enough sticky girlcum to fill several bottles as she was filled. She was a receptacle. An empty vessel to be filled. Her brain had been hollowed out so her head could be filled with hot cream. She was a warm, wet meat bag. A cum sack. No other thoughts remained.

He pulled free of her gob and loosed a few more strings of lumpy mulched cream cheese onto her slackjawed face. A solid spurt hit her in the open eye but she didn't blink. Her eyelid didn't even flutter as the white tear ran down her sky blue skin.

"Shit that was good. Surprised you could stomach it all. Good job, sweetie. Pop down to the shelter on fifth sometime. Me and a couple of ol' boys down there will show ya a good time," he waited for a response but she just sat there, gasping.

"Too much for ya, huh? Bit better than yer boyfriend?" he gave her an idle pat on her empty head and popped his junk back in his pants and zipped up, "See ya round, slut. Ahaha... seriously though... kids these days... back in my day..." he mumbled to himself, loping off.

Dashie was left. A broken toy on the pavement. Bubbles of jizz inflating and popping out of her open mouth. A breeze wafted through the alley and she stirred with it. Like a piece of grass growing out of the cracks in the concrete.