I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

The roar of the packed Wonderbolt Arena shook the rafters as the crowd screamed for blood. The red ropes of the wrestling ring glistened under the harsh arena lights, sweat already beading on the canvas. Two ponies had made their way to the center, muscles pumped, bodies oiled to a wicked sheen. The air was thick with the sharp tang of ozone and the raw, musky scent of female arousal mixed with adrenaline.

**Lightning Dust** snarled, orange mane whipping like a flame, her teal skin flushed dark with rage. The black-and-yellow leotard she wore was already stretched obscenely tight across her heaving chest and thick thighs, the glossy material clinging to every curve like a second skin. She cracked her knuckles, fangs bared.

**Rainbow Dash** hovered just above the mat in a cocky float, rainbow hair blazing, wings flared wide. Her blue leotard hugged her even more obscenely—huge, rounded breasts straining against the fabric, nipples stiff and dark against the shiny material, her own thick thighs and perfect ass flexing with every shift. The yellow lightning bolt across her lower back glowed faintly, a warning.

“Tonight,” the booming voice of the announcer crackled over the speakers, “in this corner—**Lightning Dust**!”

The crowd howled.

“And in the other corner—**Rainbow Crash**!”

Lightning Dust lunged first.

She exploded forward in a whirlwind of speed and fury, claws extended, teeth snapping. The two females crashed together in a tangle of limbs and wings. Lightning Dust slammed Rainbow Dash against the ropes, her knee driving between the blue pony’s thick thighs. The impact was thunderous—wet, fleshy slaps echoing through the arena.

“Get off me, you stupid birdbrain!” Lightning Dust hissed, voice raw with effort. Her breath was hot, sweet with the mint of her special energy gum. She bit down on Rainbow Dash’s shoulder, sharp teeth sinking into the soft flesh, drawing a trickle of blood that mixed with the sweat rolling down Rainbow’s curves.

Rainbow Dash laughed, low and wicked. “You really think that’s gonna stop me, Dust? I’m **Rainbow Crash**, baby. And I’m about to crash you so hard you’ll be seeing stars—**and** feeling stars.”

She twisted, using her superior speed and strength. One wing wrapped around Lightning Dust’s waist like a steel band. The other hand grabbed the back of Lightning Dust’s head, yanking her forward into a savage kiss. Their lips met in a wet, hungry clash—tongues sliding, teeth nipping, saliva mixing as the crowd went feral. Lightning Dust tried to shove her away, but Rainbow Dash’s free hand was already between their bodies, shoving into the front of Lightning Dust’s leotard and ripping the crotch aside with one savage tug.

The fabric tore with a sharp *riiiiip*.

Lightning Dust’s glistening pussy was fully exposed—puffy lips already slick and swollen, clit throbbing visibly, a thin strand of arousal stretching from her entrance to the ruined fabric. Her juices ran in hot rivulets down her thick thighs, dripping onto the mat with audible *plap-plap* sounds.

“Fuck—!” Lightning Dust gasped, eyes wide.

Rainbow Dash’s grin was feral. “That’s right. Time to paint this ring with your cunt, bitch.”

She didn’t give Lightning Dust a chance to recover. Rainbow Dash spun her around, slamming her face-first into the mat, then mounting her from behind like a wild animal. Her massive breasts squished against Lightning Dust’s back. One wing pinned Lightning Dust’s arms. The other hand gripped her hair like reins.

Lightning Dust bucked wildly, trying to throw her off. “Get the fuck off me, Rainbow! I’ll— I’ll—”

Rainbow Dash’s voice dropped to a growl. “You’ll what? Come so hard you’ll forget your own name?” She slammed her soaked pussy down onto Lightning Dust’s ass, grinding the slick heat in slow, deliberate circles. The wet *schlick* of her labia sliding against Lightning Dust’s cheeks was obscene, loud enough to carry over the crowd. She leaned down, fangs grazing Lightning Dust’s ear.

“Feel that? That’s my pussy. That’s the cunt that’s gonna break you tonight.”

Lightning Dust’s body betrayed her instantly. Her breath hitched. Her hips twitched involuntarily. “N-no… you’re… too strong…”

Rainbow Dash laughed darkly and increased the pressure, sliding her soaked slit up and down the full length of Lightning Dust’s ass crack, coating both of them in her dripping juices. The heat was blinding—warm, slick, maddening. Every slow grind sent jolts of electric pleasure straight to Lightning Dust’s core. Her clit throbbed against the warm flesh, begging for more.

The crowd was chanting now: “Crash! Crash! Crash!”

Rainbow Dash stood up, dragging Lightning Dust with her by the hair. She spun her into a full nelson, her own dripping pussy pressed hard against the back of Lightning Dust’s head. She ground in tight circles, her slick heat smothering Lightning Dust’s face. The smell was intoxicating—salty sweat, sweet pussy juice, pure sex. Lightning Dust could taste it on her tongue even through the leotard.

“By Celestia’s beard…” the announcer’s voice boomed, “what a fucking display of power!”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes glowed with pink lightning. She flexed her hips and slammed forward. Lightning Dust’s head snapped back, mouth opening in a silent scream as her face was crushed into the warm, dripping heat of Rainbow Dash’s cunt. The lips parted and the head of Rainbow’s cock—thick, veined, glowing with energy—pressed right against her lips. Lightning Dash tasted her without even opening her mouth.

Rainbow Dash rode her like a fucking bucking bronco, hips slamming down again and again. The wet *plap-plap-plap* of her pussy slapping against Lightning Dust’s face filled the arena. Juices squirted in hot arcs, drenching Lightning Dust’s face, her hair, her wings. Every bounce forced a choked gag from Lightning Dust’s throat—half protest, half desperate moan.

Rainbow Dash leaned back on her heels, yanking Lightning Dust up by the hair so the crowd could see her face—eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, drool and pussy juice mixing on her chin.

“Still think you can take me, Dust?” Rainbow Dash taunted, voice husky with lust. She slammed down again, grinding her soaked cunt hard against Lightning Dust’s mouth, forcing her to suck the head of her cock deeper. “Open up, baby. Suck it like you mean it.”

Lightning Dust’s eyes were glassy, body shaking. She tried to pull away, but Rainbow Dash’s wing locked around her throat in a loving choke, not cutting off breath—just holding her in place. The pink lightning in Rainbow’s eyes crackled brighter.

The announcer screamed into the mic: “This is it, ladies and gentlemen! Lightning Dust is in trouble! What’s her move gonna be?!”

Rainbow Dash didn’t answer. She simply smiled, fangs flashing, and whispered, “The Cuntbuster.”

She dropped her knees to the mat in a controlled drop, slamming her full weight downward. Lightning Dust was forced flat on her back, legs spread obscenely. Rainbow Dash’s massive, dripping pussy hovered directly above Lightning Dust’s face, lips parted wide. The thick, throbbing head of her cock pressed against Lightning Dust’s lips with unbearable heat and weight.

Rainbow Dash looked down, eyes half-lidded in pure dominance.

“Time for the Cuntbuster.”

Lightning Dust’s voice was broken, whimpering. “Rainbow… wait—please… I can’t— ahh!”

Rainbow Dash didn’t wait. She sank down.

The moment her soaked, burning pussy lips pressed against Lightning Dust’s face, the pressure became insane. The weight alone pinned Lightning Dust’s head to the mat. Then Rainbow Dash began to grind—slow, rolling circles that ground her clit directly against Lightning Dust’s mouth and nose. Every rotation forced her juices to flood Lightning Dust’s throat, her nostrils, her eyes.

Lightning Dust’s body convulsed. “Nngh—! It’s— too much—!”

Rainbow Dash’s hips started moving faster. *Plap… plap… plap…* The wet, obscene sounds of her dripping cunt smothering Lightning Dust’s face echoed like thunder. Every slam forced a fresh gush of hot pussy juice straight into Lightning Dust’s mouth. The taste was overwhelming—sweet, salty, electric. Lightning Dust’s tongue involuntarily wrapped around the head of Rainbow Dash’s cock, sucking desperately even as she gagged.

The pleasure hit Lightning Dust like a lightning bolt—except the lightning was inside her. Rainbow Dash’s energy drained into her pussy with every grind, supercharging the sensation. Every nerve ending lit up. Her own clit throbbed violently against the pressure of Rainbow Dash’s grinding cunt. The head of Rainbow’s cock rubbed her tongue raw, then forced its way deeper into her throat.

Lightning Dust’s eyes rolled back completely. Her legs shook. She tried to scream—her voice came out as a broken, wet moan.

“F-fuck—Rainbow— I’m— I’m cumming—!!”

The orgasm was apocalyptic.

Lightning Dust’s whole body locked up. Her back arched hard, wings flaring. Her pussy clenched and squirted in a powerful gush, soaking the mat between her own spread thighs. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as the orgasm crashed through her like a freight train. Her eyes rolled white. Her mind blanked.

Rainbow Dash didn’t stop.

She rode the orgasm, grinding harder, faster, her hips snapping with raw power. “That’s it! Cum for me! Cum on my cunt, you worthless bitch!”

Lightning Dust’s entire body seized. Her legs kicked uselessly. Her wings spasmed. Her pussy squirted again and again, hot arcs shooting across the ring. Her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed. Her tongue hung out, drooling, while Rainbow Dash’s thick cock pulsed against the back of her throat, feeding her cum in thick, hot ropes.

The crowd lost their minds.

She slammed down one final, devastating time, grinding her entire soaked, pulsing cunt hard against Lightning Dust’s face, forcing her to swallow every last drop.

Lightning Dust’s body gave one last, violent spasm.

Her eyes fluttered. Her mouth fell open in a perfect O. Her legs went limp. She was out cold—completely unconscious, pussy twitching in the aftershocks, cum and pussy juice dripping from her chin and the ropes of the ring.

Rainbow Dash stood up slowly, breathing hard, a satisfied smirk on her face. She flexed, letting the crowd see the glistening mess she’d made of her rival. She looked down at the unconscious Lightning Dust, still twitching, and laughed low and proud.

“See you in the ring, bitch. Next time… I’m breaking that cunt for real.”

The announcer’s voice boomed across the arena, ecstatic: “Ladies and gentlemen! By Celestia’s beard! It’s Rainbow Crash’s signature move! **THE CUNTBUSTER!** Lightning Dust is out! The match is over!”

The lights dimmed. The crowd chanted Rainbow Dash’s name as she flexed triumphantly, wings spread wide, pussy still dripping onto the canvas beneath her.

The Cuntbuster had claimed its victim.