The camera turned on and came to life, illuminated screen and blinking red light. A steady hoof behind it turned it around and a figure came into view, a tiny pony filly, energetic and giddy, squirming in place as she struggled to stay still. Behind her, a white sheet pinned to a wall served as a backdrop to the scene. Beside her, a pink dildo leaned to one side, perhaps below average for any stallion, but quite large next to her.

“Okay honey, it’s all ready. Why don’t you tell all the viewers your name and how old you are?” A soft male voice behind the camera spoke directly to the filly, who flashed a big toothy grin.

“M’names Rainbow Dash,” she said excitedly, “an’ I’m eight. I’m in Grade Three!”

“Honey...” there was a sigh behind the camera, “they don’t need to kn-”

“I like flying and racing and when I grow up, I’m gonna be a Wonderbolt!”

“Very good, sweetheart,” he was clearly trying to move things along, “and what’s that beside you?”

The filly cast a glance to the pink dildo, unreactive.

“It’s a big rubber donger.”

“No, that’s not the word we use,” he encouraged as gently as he could, trying to hide his impatience. The filly scrunched her muzzle, trying to think for a moment.

“Oh! Issa dildo!” She grinned at her cleverness, little wings popping out to her sides.

“Very good! And what are you going to do with it, Rainbow Dash?”

Her response was quick and prepared. “Imma shove it up my peehole!”

There was silence for a moment, a wordless exchange from behind the camera before she got the hint to continue. All smiles and giddyness, she scooted closer to the pink phallus and gripped it with both her forehooves, feeling the texture and rigidness of it, caressing it up and down. It was already wet with lube, the tip glistening in the light, little strands of fluid dripping down the sides.

Suddenly Rainbow Dash turned herself around to face the wall and lifted her little rump high. Her tail perked up and to the side, her little tush was put on display for all to see. The camera centered and zoomed slightly, focusing between her legs at her little fillyhood, a plump pair of lips nestled there, surrounded by little tufts of fur, and her small, round tailhole underneath her perky tail. She held herself there for a moment, letting the camera soak in the view before she turned herself to the side.

It was awkward at first, her head between her hind legs as she fumbled with the base of the dildo in an attempt to have it curve toward her, holding it in place. The synthetic head flopped to the opposite side, lightly slapping against her rump, which caused her to let out a cute little giggle.

“It’s all slimy!” she commented to no one in particular, still struggling to hold it in place.

Finally, after some fumbling around, it made contact with her fillyhood. She rubbed herself around the tip, rotating her little tush and working some of the copious amounts of lube around her plot. When her soft foal lips were good and damp, glistening themselves in the light of the room, she let the head of the dildo rest against them.

Scrunching up her face in concentration, holding the dildo with her hooves, she pushed her rump back. With a grunt of effort, it rubbed back and forth on her slit. There were a few misses, sliding off her rump or poking her in the butt, but on the third try, lining herself up again, it started to press between her folds. Her eyes widened in realization, feeling her lips start to part, cupping the head. Inhaling a deep breath, she gave a strong push, and the head pushed inside of her with a noticeable pop.

She squeaked out loudly, a cute, high-pitched sound that permeated the palpable silence. Her body shook and shivered for a moment, her teeth clenched, as she tried to get used to the sudden intrusion of so much all at once. At least two inches had popped in. The camera zoom in to show her fillyhood clenching and dilating against the head, matching with her gasps and grunts.

After a tense moment her body started to relax a little more and she let out a deep breath she’d been holding, only to start pushing back. In the frame of the camera, her little body started to take more and more of the rubber phallus as it descended into her. Inch after inch disappeared, her rump getting lower and lower. Her breaths became shallow, her tail twitching, as finally, she reached the medial ring.

The camera panned back out and focused instead on her face. Her eyelids were half-drooped, her tongue hanging from her mouth while a bit of drool hung from the end. Her ears twitched erratically, as did her wings. Her rump started to move back, pulling the dildo out of her, revealing that it was glistening with even more fluid, her own mixing with the lube that had been slathered on before.

A soft moan escaped her throat, the loudest sound she’d let out in a long time, as she pulled back until only the head remained inside. The camera positioned so that her head and her butt could be seen at the same time, dutifully watching as she squeezed and clenched on the head. She re-positioned her hind legs, widening her stance, and pushed all the way back down to the medial ring again in one go.

Her back arched and she grunted loudly, biting back a little squeal as her body started to move out a regular quick pace, thrusting her hips back and forth on the slippery fake cock. Her little ass moved back and forth, letting it sink inside her incredibly tight love hole, only to pop back out a moment later.

She was pushing on the medial ring harder and harder each time, clearly intent on going further. After a few steady thrusts, she stopped humping long enough to reposition herself at the top once again, closed her eyes, and descended back down. She made it back to the ring with ease now that she was sufficiently loosened and lubricated inside, but unlike before, she didn’t stop there. The thick ring of rubber kissed at her foal hole while the camera zoomed right in.

She clenched a few times in anticipation, before shoving her rump back, slipping it past her entrance and right into herself. Another loud grunt escaped her throat and she howled out into the room. She didn’t stop, pushing further and further down. Her body kept shivering, her wings squirmed and twitched and full mast. Down and down she went, until at last, she touched the base, her body standing straight up.

She sat there for a moment, twitching and squirming, while the camera moved around to her front. Her weak hind legs spread open a little more, seemingly at the camerapony’s command, to reveal a little bulge in her tummy, poking out where the dildo should have been.

“How’s it feel Dashie?”

“Mmm. Biiiig. And waaaaarm.” Her hoof moved between her legs, was rubbing at the top of her cunny, massaging her clit.

“And what does Dashie wanna do now?”

She looked directly at the camera with one eye open, both ears flat against her head, her cheeks a rosy hue.

“I wanna keep pushing it inside until it makes me all tingly and wet until I squirt.” She said through bated breath. “Pleeeease can I keep going? I really really want it.”

“Alright, Dashie,” the voice chuckled, “go ahead and cum.”

She didn’t need more invitation than that. With two forelegs on the ground and one hind leg lifted, she started moving back up, all the way to the tip and slammed back down. Her hips found a steady rhythm of up and down, back and forth, in and out of her snug fillyhood. It looked so impossibly tight but still, she kept going. She threw her head back, both eyes shut, clenching through her teeth, suddenly picking up the pace to the fastest she’d ever gone. Slam slam slam slam.

“Ohhhhh!” She moaned through clenched teeth. “I’m... getting all... tingly!”

“Gonna squirt, honey?” The voice behind the camera teased.

“U-uh-huh!” She grunted as she thrusted faster. “Uhn! Uhnnnng!”

She screamed out into the air as a gush of clear fluid exploded out of her, soaking the cock and the sheet on the wall behind her. Her body convulsed and shook as she soared through her powerful orgasm, thrusting herself all the way to the base again, furiously rubbing her clit. Another squirt of fluid sent her reeling, falling face-first into the floor with the dildo still lodged in. She laid there, tail splayed over her back, dildo nestled between her legs, and shook one last time as another, smaller orgasm rocked her to the core.

After a moment of her laying there, it started to appear like she had fallen asleep, or even unconscious, but she started to stir. She crawled away, letting the fake stallionhood slip out of her while her body shivered. After the tip popped out it sprung back to its usual stance, slightly leaning to one side, positively dripping with fluids.

Dashie sat up, her mane a frazzled mess, her fur damp and matted, dripping with sweat, and looked into the camera sleepily. She buried a hoof between her legs and rubbed around a little. The sheer contact seemed immediately sensitive to her, and she jostled at each micro-sensation until her hoof came back dripping wet. Looking straight into the camera, a sleepy little grin on her face, she stuck out her tongue and licked it dry, slowly and methodically.

Behind the camera, the tone in his voice was clearly satisfied.

“Good girl, Dashie.”

She sprung up at his compliment.

“Ice cream now, Dad?”