Forced Pony Sex

Chapters

2. Fluttershy Stares you Into Sex
3. Pinkie's Pinky
4. Lyra Gets Fed
5. Soarin Like An Eagle, Eagle, Eagle
6. Bonus Chapter I: Smuggling
7. Chrysalis Vents Some Steam
8. Lightning Dust's Day Off
9. Eating Derpy's Muffin
11. This is what would happen if you had sex with Rainbow Dash
12. DRunken Scootaloo - read beforfe I delet it
13. Octavia visits an FPS Fan
14. TD's Shrouded Lust Over Rarity (a.k.a. TSLoR)
15. Bonus Chapter III: Checking In With Everypony
17. The CMC Gets Cutie Marks
18. The Author Gets Screwed
19. When A Pony Comes
1. Trixie Takes What is Hers
10. Bonus Chapter II: Equestrian Sexual Rating Board

2. Fluttershy Stares you Into Sex

Fp/M . NC . ****

Janice is your bane. Every day at work she sits there, cubicle adorned in pictures of cats and cat related meme’s. Your boss made you her supervisor because he got tired of dealing with her. Of course, you’re still just a data entry clerk.

Now, you’re paid the same amount of money to enter text into dozens of fields across dozens of excel spreadsheets for use in dozens of powerpoint presentations, AND you have to keep Janice from swallowing her own tongue. Freaking retard. Seriously, you can’t believe she has one of those cat calendars where each month shows a different cat’s anus. When did that become fun to stare at? You have no clue.

So you are quite relieved to get home on Friday night and hit the sack. After pulling your stylish but affordable Honda Accord into the parking garage, you head into your apartment.

After locking the door behind you and turning on the lights, you notice your cat is fast asleep in a corner. Normally he starts meowing and being super annoying until you pet him. “Thank God for small miracles,” you say.

You head to your bedroom and throw all your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper. You throw on a loose t-shirt and some boxers and head back towards the bed. You do a double-take because the bed is no longer empty.

Sitting on top of the covers with a rogue grin is a yellow and pink pegasus—a type of mythical creature you would never have believed existed before tonight.

“Um. . . Hi,” it said. The pink hair flowing over it’s face obscured most of the pony from your vision.

This animal could be feral, possibly even carrying rabies. “I’ll have you know I know karate,” you bluff.

“Um. . . what is that? I mean, if it’s alright for me to know.”

You stare at the small creature. She has an innocent smile and wide, light green eyes. She bats her eyelashes and smiles in a way that’s almost seductive. You notice her hips wiggling slightly as if she can’t sit still.

“What are you doing in my bed? What are you?” Of all the strange things you’ve seen online, none of it could have prepared you for this.

“Oh okay. . . I am in your bed so we can um. . . have sex if it’s okay with you. I’m a pegasus named Fluttershy.”

Yeah, this train definitely lost the brakes and passed freaky town several stops ago. You circle around her near the baseball bat you keep next to the nightstand. You’re a tad bit paranoid despite the low crime rate in the neighborhood. Since you stayed up late one to many nights playing video games, you’ve always worried a zombie or home invader could catch you off guard. And you know that a true true friend is about three feet long, blunt, and capable of killing a person in one decent blow to the skull.

Skipping right past why there is a yellow pony in your bed propositioning you for sex, you ask the next question burning on your mind. “why don’t you go have sex with a stallion or horse or something?” you ask. Surely a young, and you assume attractive for a pony, mare like her would have stallions lining up around the block to plow her senseless. In fact, maybe you can just give her your bat and let her go to town while you make a call to Animal Control.

Fluttershy actually sheds a tear, and for a moment you start to fill bad for the critter. You stop yourself as you start to step forward to comfort her. “There aren’t many stallions. . . and I’m rather shy. Nopony wants to sleep with me and I get really lonely. . . I just wanted to have one special night and not feel guilty,” she says, sobbing.

You know enough about women to realize you’ve made an error. Whether human or some mythical species, you never make a woman feel unattractive. That’s survival 101 for the bachelor. Now that you’ve pissed her off, she’s either going to tell all her friends what an asshole you are, or start breaking stuff in your apartment.

“Hey now, I’m sorry. I’m sure plenty of stallions would love to sleep with you.” You smile weakly. She has a slightly crazy twinkle in her eye. This is definitely a girl who breaks shit when she gets rejected.

“But. . . this was a mistake, Twilight said she could send me for one night and I could have all the sex I want and no one would ever know. . .”

You raise an eyebrow. “Um. . . how does that have anything to do with this conversation?”

“Is it because I’m fat? Or did I not bathe enough times? It’s hard to get rid of the smell from all those animals.” Fluttershy began to cry harder and damn it if you didn’t feel bad for her.

“Hey now, maybe we can cuddle instead? Would you like to cuddle? Who’s a cute widdle cuddle monster?” you coo. Hey, it works on cats and babies, maybe it works on ponies.

“I. . . guess Twilight was right. There are no consequences here so long as I don’t let you escape until the spell triggers and sends me back home.” A wicked grin appears on her face as she looks up at you slowly.

“Alright, I don’t like where this is headed.” You walk over and pick up your baseball bat, twirling it around in the air for effect. “I’m going to count to three and when I turn around there better not be a pastel colored pony sitting on my bed. Also, no hard feelings. I’m sure if I were a furry you’d look super hot or something.”

“One, Two, Three!” You turn around to see if she’s gone. Instead, you see those emerald eyes staring straight at you.

“Wha. . .” Your mind goes blank and you’re no longer able to voice words in your head. You are still having disjointed thoughts, but your muscles refuse to move. Every fiber of your being left wants to look away from those eyes, but you can’t. Those amazing, bottomless emerald eyes have sucked every bit of your energy away.

“Come, sit,” Fluttershy whispers.

You drop the bat and begin to walk towards the bed. No! Back up, look away! The voice in your head is no longer your own. Fluttershy is the only voice you care about. You ignore your consciousness and try to drown out the words. There is no room for words in your mind, only her. The pony goddess on your bed.

A wide smile crosses your face as the nagging voice telling you to resist fades away to nothingness. You sit down on the bed which feels infinitely softer than a fluffy cloud. You want to close your eyes and melt away into it, yet you can not. To do so would be to stop gazing into those marvelous jewels.

“Take off your shirt.”

You reach down and grab the bottom of the shirt, sliding it off your head in one smooth motion. It falls to the floor beside the bed.

Fluttershy continues staring into your eyes. “Rule #1. You will not injure a pony or, through inaction, allow a pony to come to harm. Rule #2. You must obey the orders given by any pony, except where such orders conflict with the first law. Rule #3. You must protect your own existence as my sex slave so long as it does not conflict with the first and second laws. Rule #4. You must pleasure ponies sexually so long as it does not conflict with the first three laws.

“Do you accept these terms and conditions? Say yes.”

“Yes,” you reply. Your mind is no longer blank, there are now four basic laws set in stone. They have always been there, they comfort you, they are the reason you exist.

“Good, now lay down and let mommy take care of the rest.” Fluttershy finally breaks the stare, and pulls your boxers off with a hoof.

You lay down obediently and feel something warm slide down into your trousers. Soon you can feel that you are ready as you’ll ever be as a small pony muzzle tickles your inner thighs, bobbing up and down. Once you feel the warm mouth raise from the bed, you hear your next command.

“Take me, slowly.”

Fluttershy stands up and raises her tail. She bends her forehooves and rests her head on the bed. Her plot is presented to you in all it’s yellow and pink glory. You roll over and climb on top of her, sliding effortlessly into place.

“Begin.”

With a gentle rocking motion you begin exactly as she commanded. Between the feelings of pleasure and the blank state of your hypnotized mind, the seconds stretch into hours.

The night is passing in a blur, your addled mind unable to tell how long you have been at it. All you can think about is obeying her every whim. Once you’ve exhausted her, the night takes an unexpected turn.

“Alright, legs up in the air little baby human,” Fluttershy asks. She is changing your diaper and seems to be greatly enjoying herself.

“Mama,” you reply. She ordered you to speak with the vocabulary of an infant and you were powerless to resist. Now, your thoughts are those of an infant, except for the four laws of pony sex you agreed to. At first you think of a pacifier, then whether or not you can fit the quarter on the carpet into your mouth. Next, you start kicking your legs in excitement as you feel some of Fluttershy’s hair brush against your tushy.

“Now mama is going to put your diapey on.” You feel cold powder sprinkled on your hiney before the diaper seals around your rear. Using her mouth, she fastens the velcro and your manhood is embraced by the warm fuzzy ultra-absorbent adult diaper. It feels oddly comforting.

“There, good baby. Now, here’s your bottle.”

Fluttershy pulls a bottle out of her saddlebag containing her patented formula for foal-play. You begin suckling on it, enjoying every sip of the sweet milky fluid. You would wonder what animal this milk came from, if your mind were still capable of rational thought.

The bottle is empty after a minute and she gladly supplies you with two more. “Oh such a good baby. You need lots of extra milk to grow up strong.”

You greedily suck down the second bottle. You nearly cry before realizing the third bottle of the delicious nectar has already been warmed up for you. After the third bottle, you begin to hiccup.

“Oh, let mommy help you with that,” Fluttershy coos into your ear.

You feel a hoof start patting you on the back, right below your shoulder blades. She feels around until she finds a good spot and adjusts how hard she is hitting your back. You begin to burp, immediately feeling much better. After a few more minutes you stop burping and she begins to give you a back massage.

It feels heavenly, and before you know what happened, you find that you’ve crapped the diaper. You begin to cry. It came out of nowhere and you couldn’t have stopped it if you wanted to. After all, you’re just a baby.

“Oh, again? It’s okay, mommy is here for you.”

The diaper comes off and you begin to feel Mommy wiping your bottom for you. After a couple minutes you feel clean and refreshed, tingling from the baby wipes. She uses the baby powder again and you soon find yourself giggling and in a fresh diaper.

“See? All better. From now on, mommy doesn’t want you to eat anymore meat. That’ll make your bowel movements much more regular.”

Never eat meat again is etched into your subconscious through the power of the stare. For a moment, you almost hear that voice in the back of your head from earlier crying out in agony at the thought of never eating a cheeseburger again.

“Oh such a good boy. Here’s your pacifier.”

You begin suckling on the pacifier. It’s the perfect size for you and has an amazingly sweet, plastic taste. It makes you feel complete. Suddenly, you hear your mommy let out a gasp.

“Oh, look at the time! Quick, stare into my ey—”

There is a loud popping sound and a flash. You look around the room but can’t find your mommy. You begin to cry, unsure where she went or when she’s coming back. There is nothing left for you to do but wait for mommy, or the police, to find you crying on the floor of your room when you don’t show up for work Monday.

Author's Note

Vote on Chapter Four's pony here.

3. Pinkie's Pinky

Fp/M . NC . **

You sit in bed browsing the internet on totally not-porn websites. It’s been a long day’s night, and you’ve been working like a dog. With any luck, after perusing the armpit of the internet known as rule34.net you’ll be able to start sleeping like a log.

It comes as no surprise to you, since you’re a male, that you find anything involving the insertion of a male reproductive into a female reproductive organ super sexy. For some reason, when your girlfriend caught you looking at Charizard banging an eighteen year old Misty in the rear, she took great offense.

Thus ended your relationship: pokemon porn. If it weren’t meant to be fap’d too, then why did it get featured on the rule 34 website? There is no shame in your late night activities. The thought occurs to you that sex is sex is sex, and if the next thing you saw was. . . a magical talking pony with a vagina, you’d have sex with it.

After all, the Bro Code clearly states: any warm orifice will do.

SURPRISE!!!

You throw the iPad into the ceiling in surprise, interrupting your game of Angry Birds. The tent you had created in the bedsheet quickly deflates as you get hit in the head by the iPad. Any hopes of finding Angry Bird rule 34 photos out the window, you look to your left and see a pink pony with poofy hair.

You look to your right, hoping that this is a delusion and that you’re actually in the middle of the street being hit by a truck. No dice.

Turning your attention back, the pony bursts into song.

You’re a sexy horny human guy,

to which I can only reply:

I’ve never met you but I’ll blow you

‘cuz I’m your new friend Pinkie Pie!

As the shock fades you notice that Pinkie is balancing on her back legs in fishnet stockings. On her forelegs are black silk socks. She’s wearing a bit of latex lingerie that turns her equine curves into something you would easily store in your “artwork” folder on the D: drive of your computer.

Of course, the “artwork” folder is nested under two folders named “archived documents” and “scholarly articles.” You don’t want your next girlfriend finding that photo of Oprah eating the Pillsbury doughboy’s croissant.

“Well? What’s your name?” Pinkie asks. This is accompanied by an explosion of confetti out of a small cannon. You, your bed, and everything within ten feet of it are covered in confetti. After some of it makes its way into your mouth, you notice that they are, in fact, sprinkles.

“Oh, I think I broke him.” You turn to face Pinkie, and somehow she is now behind you listening to your breathing with a stethoscope. “Nope, he still has a lung. . . wait, he has two lungs! Quick, prep for surgery!”

“Stop!” you shout. The pony bounces back off the bed.

“All better! That’ll be five bits, or sex.”

“What?” you ask. “I’m not paying you five bits, what is that Japanese currency or something? Is this my real life? Or is this fantasy?”

“Oh I love that song,” Pinkie says. “Let’s sing it.” She takes a very deep breath.

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from rea—

You interrupt her by telling her your name. “There, happy?”

“Okie Dokie Lokie! Let’s get our sex on!”

“Oh god. . . what is going on?”

“No silly, you’re supposed to say it like this: ‘Oh Pinkie! Oh Pinkie! Harder! Faster! OH PINKIE!” Pinkie starts giggling and jumps on top of the bed, quickly sitting in your lap.

You go to push her off but she is quicker than she looks, dancing around you on the bed effortlessly. “Look, I’m flattered but I—”

“Oh what’s this?” Pinkie picks up your iPad. “Oh! I’ve always wanted one of these. Last time I visited Earth I tried to sneak one back by Twilight took it away. She says we’re only supposed to have sex, no stealing technology or trying to bring humans back to be our sex toys.”

“Don’t touch that!” you shout, but it’s too late.

Pinkie turns the iPad on and drops it in horror. “Sweet Celestia—is that—is that an angry red bird getting raped by a pig!”

“Yes, it’s called Rule 34 an—”

“And it’s disgusting! My friend is a pig, they’d never rape a bird!”

You slide back against the headboard of the bed, sitting there and talking to the strange creature. “You’re missing the point, if it exists, then there is porn of it! It applies to everything!”

“Wait, so you’re saying there is porn of two cakes having sex?” Pinkie sits down on the bed and tilts her head, giving you what you assume is a look of deep thought. “Is that how marble cake is made?”

“Yes.”

“A cow and a chipmunk having sex?”

“Alvin, Theodore, or Simon?” you ask. She gives you a confused look. “Nevermind, answer is yes.”

“Hmm.... Princess Celestia and Princess Leia.”

“I don’t know who Celestia is, but I’m going to have to say yes. Rule 34 star wars is very popular.”

“And what if I find something that doesn’t exist? Would it have porn?”

“No, but rule 35 clearl—wait just a freaking minute. I’m arguing over rule 34 with a freaking talking pony! What the hell is going on!?”

Pinkie jumps up and smiles widely. “Why I’m here to have sex with you, of course!”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? I mean, I already had the tissues and lotion and everything. I don’t need you to give me a hand.”

“How about a hoof?” Pinkie asks. She offers a hoof for your examination.

“Assuming I wanted to play along, I don’t see how you could hold anything in a hoof.” You push the hoof away and sigh.

“Silly, like this!” Pinkie offers the equine hoof to you again, and begins bending it in half. She lifts up the iPad using her bent hoof.

“. . .” You close your gaping mouth and touch the hoof with both hands. It’s hard and curved ever so gracefully. She giggles as you run your hands along the hard, smooth surface of her foot. Somehow, she is able to bend what is, for all intents and purposes, a giant fingernail and use it as a prehensile limb.

“Yep, I’m told I give the best hoof jobs in Equestria. Some stallions think it sounds painful, but it’s not. Now, if you want painful there’s the ear job or the nose job. I wouldn’t recommend those for a beginner. . . in fact I don’t recommend those for anypony. Stallions are too big and once they get in, they can’t get back out. I knew a mare who went deaf, blind, AND lost her sense of smell doing that.”

Several images are racing through your mind. Most of them involve the manhood of a stallion and the nasal cavity of a mare. You pray to any deity that might be listening to have mercy and just kill you now, because that’s an image you’ll never get out of your head.

“. . . then the classic blow job, tail job, rim job, pastern job, fetlock job, boob job, part-time job, and my favorite: the nun job.” Pinkie finishes listing off every job she can think of that involves sex. She smiles. “Pick one!”

You sigh and admit defeat. “Alright, what do I have to do to get rid of you?”

Pinkie jams something in your ear, cleaning out all the wax. She repeats the process on the other side and whips a couple cupcakes out of her mane. “You seem to be having difficulty hearing so I’ll make this simple.”

You recoil from the jabs into your ear canals. “Okay.”

Pinkie sets down the two cupcakes and puts on her sunglasses. “What would you say if I told you that none of this is real. If this were a dream about ponies so real, that you could not tell it from reality. Now, what if you didn’t know you were dreaming. Would you eat more cupcakes, assuming that it’s a dream and you can’t get fat? Or would you play it safe and stick to healthy diet and exercise?”

“I uh—”

“Shhh! I’m not done,” she interjects.”Before you are two cupcakes. If you take the red cupcake, you’ll wake up in the morning. You’ll go about your normal life, never having known that you spent eight hours committing depraved sexual acts with me.

“However, if you pick the blue cupcake, I’ll show you how deep the pony hole goes. I’ll ride you to sheer exhaustion, leaving an empty husk to drag itself out of bed in the morning for a shower. You’ll spend the rest of your life with the knowledge that no human will ever feel as good or as tight as Pinkie Pie. Eventually, you’ll either find a way to magically teleport yourself to Equestria, find and raise a cyan pegasus you found in a box to be your personal pony sex slave, or kill yourself.

“Personally, I’d vote for option number two. If you were the sole human male in Equestria, you’d probably get sexed to death. Seriously, ponies have a serious fetish for human males. That’s why we visit Earth so much!”

Your mouth is hanging open in utter shock. Not only does none of this make sense, not a single damn thing about it, but this pony is making movie references to movies she could not possibly have ever seen! In fact, she’s not even real!

“Okie Dokie Lokie, times up!” Pinkie picks up the blue cupcake and shoves it in your mouth.

“Mmph!” you protest. She pins you to the headboard by her hooves, holding your mouth closed with hers. You struggle to get free, hitting her in the stomach. She responds by planting a hoof in your stomach much harder.

You start gasping for breath, and in an admission of defeat, start swallowing the cupcake. It tastes like a sugary blueberry with hints of cinnamon and chocolate. It is the best thing you’ve tasted in a long time, and given the direction this evening is headed, probably the best thing you’ll eat tonight.

A warmth begins to flow through your body, giving you a slightly light-headed and care-free feeling. You begin to feel every individual hair on Pinkie caressing your skin.

“Perfect!” Pinkie exclaims. She hops down to your feet and begins suckling your toes.

“Seriously? A foot fetish?” you ask. You feel as if you should care more, but at this point you're so horny that you just want to get sexed and get this whole nightmare over with.

“It’s more of a toe fetish. Ponies don’t have toes. I mean, technically we do, it’s just that they’re all inside the hoof and the hoof is just a giant middle toe with a giant fingernail, and Twilight says it shouldn’t count but I say it could beca—”

“Sorry! Seriously, just keep one of my extremities in your mouth at all times, okay? You talk too much.”

Pinkie resumes suckling on your toes, playfully nipping at them and trying to catch you off-guard. You’re quite ticklish but she doesn’t catch onto it.

Soon a bowl of batter appears from nowhere and she covers your legs in cupcake batter. Rainbow sprinkles fall out her mane and onto your legs as she does an exotic strip-tease. You get a gorgeous view of her assets as she lifts her tail and parades her plot in front of your face. She bends over on top of you and begins licking the cake batter off.

You have no choice but to stare into her soft, warm pink flesh as she gets to work. “Well, I’ve seen stranger things on the internet. I suppose this isn’t the worst thing that could happen to me.”

“Hmm?” Pinkie asks. She looks underneath her belly to stare up at you. There is a mess of cake batter dripping off her nose, and covering her face.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking aloud. Please, continue.”

You try to relax as the freakishly dexterous tongue continues it’s task of licking every drop of cake batter off your legs. Before you know it she is finished, and you realize that she somehow snuck off your underwear. Given that they are tighty whities, it’s impressive to say the least.

“Yum, now that the foreplay is done, it’s time for my favorite part.”

“And what would that be?” you ask.

Pinkie trots to the end of the bed and jumps off. You watch curiously as she swivels the cannon to aim at you.

“Pinkie wait!” you yell.

With a loud explosion the cannon fires, blinding you in the smoke. You begin to cough and realize that something is covering your mouth. You open your eyes to see what it is, but your eyes are also covered.

“I love it when a plan including streamers comes together!”

You sit forward and try to rip the streamers off your face. Both of your arms seem to be encased in multiple streamers that are sticking to the headboard of the bed. You wiggle every direction you can to try and tear an arm free. Realizing it’s futile, you try to push yourself up with your legs. Pinkie seems to have hit them with the streamers too.

“Oh it’s so much more fun this way, don’t you agree? Completely at my mercy for. . . seven more hours?” You hear the pony giggling and feel that tongue again, tracing it’s way along your inner thighs.

“I wonder if I can say the Equestrian alphabet backwards with that in my mouth?” she asks. You feel the tongue curl around your johnson. A second later there is a warm wet plop.

“Z. . . esx. . . twy. . . doubletrue. . .skree. . .” Pinkie stops bobbing up and down and you hear slurping. “Oops, messed up. Let’s try again.”

“Z. . . why. . .ex. . . double-you. . .”

At least she’s getting better at it. Maybe in an hour or two she’ll finish the alphabet and let you go.

At worst, that was the most interesting field sobriety test you’ve ever been subjected too. After Pinkie mastered saying the alphabet backwards while you tickle the back of her throat, she took off the streamer over your mouth.

Then it was your turn to say the alphabet backwards while tickling the back of her throat. You made it to Y.

Pinkie was a bit disappointed at your stamina, and the next sound you heard sent a chill down your spine. It was metal scraping against metal.

“Now, since you couldn’t last past the letter Y when I was gonna try so hard to please you, I’ll have to punish you.”

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“I’m going to make cupcakes!”

You feel a cold metal blade sliding along the inside of your right leg. Your heart begins to beat quickly and you suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of fear. Inches away from your manhood, a psychotic mare is holding what feels like a butchers knife.

“You crazy bi—mmph!” Pinkie interrupts you by slamming the adhesive streamer back in place.

“Now, I’m thinking. . . hot dog cupcakes? Maybe carrot cake? Hmm. . . if you’ve been drinking lately, maybe some liver cupcakes? It could be just like rum cake!” Pinkie giggles.

You notice a distinct change in her voice. Gone is the happy, talkative mare that assaulted you earlier in the evening. Now, a cold, calculating voice has taken over. You can feel the curly, poofy hair on your legs. Except, now the hair is cold, straight, and nearly featureless.

You hear cackling and can only imagine the wicked grin on her face. You feel a sharp pain near your right knee as she pokes the tip of the knife in. You recoil from the pain, driving it in a little deeper.

“Now now, Sweetie, I wouldn’t want my little treat to get hurt too badly.” She begins running the knives along your sides again and you fall perfectly still. Despite the mortal peril, you find yourself ready for round two of sex. You silently curse your libido for wanting to get laid at a time like this.

There’s another prick, this time on your left arm. A couple warm drops begin to roll down it. Pinkie opens her mouth with an audible pop and places it down over the only limb she left free of the restraints.

You can feel the dull backside of the knives rubbing against your dick as she goes to work. She’s just one slip away from turning you into a woman. Somehow, you find it oddly erotic.

As Pinkie works you closer and closer to the edge, she begins to prick you with the knives again. Each jolt of pain gets mixed in with the pleasurable feelings. After half a dozen of them, you can’t tell the difference anymore. You’re enjoying the pain as much as the blow job.

You must have been pricked at least two dozen times. By the end, Pinkie wasn’t even using her mouth anymore. She just sat to your side, pricking you with the knives. Each time your brain received that flicker of pain, it misinterpreted it as pleasure.

After one such cut went a little deeper than the others, you exploded, spraying you-know-what everywhere.

It felt like half an hour before you reached the end of that orgasm, probably due to the fact that Pinkie was still enjoying poking you. Suddenly, you realized you had spent the last hour being poked to death.

You begin struggling furiously to get free and call 911.

“Relax, Sweetie, I wasn’t going to hurt you.” Pinkie pulls off the blindfold just in time for you to see her straight hair curl back up. “It was all in good fun.”

You look down at your extremities. The knives weren’t butcher knives, they were a tad smaller than a steak knife. Every spot she pricked with the knives was now bandaged with the streamers. The band-aid streamers had little smiling ponies on them.

“See?” Pinkie lifted up one of the bandages, showing a cut that was nearly fully healed. “It’s like magic!” she exclaimed and began giggling, “Because it is!”

“Mmphs?” you say.

“Oh, my bad.” Pinkie takes the gag off of your mouth.

“Are. . . are we finished?” you whimper.

“Oh we have an hour left and you’ve been such a good sport. If you want, then we’re finished. As a reward, however, I’ll let you tie me up for the next hour and have some fun. Would you like that?”

You look at the pink mare, instantly picturing her hogtied and gagged on your bedroom floor. As much as you hate to admit it, you would love nothing more than to have sex again with a pony.

Author's Note

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4. Lyra Gets Fed

Fp/M . NC . ***

Work was rather exciting today. Your article was finally published in a peer reviewed journal. For nearly a year you’ve been working to prove that the desert tortoise has ears designed for hearing underwater. Due to the tortoise’s shared ancestory with the sea dwelling turtles, their ears did not adapt to life on land. Therefore, they hear better underwater than on land, despite the fact that a tortoise only lives in the desert.

You find such biology to be the most fascinating part of your day. If you could, you would take a tortoise apart and put it back together to see how it works. Ever since that first frog you dissected in science class, you’ve been hooked.

You throw your jacket onto a nearby chair as you get home from work. You live in a fancy apartment on the upper east side. The federal grant that is funding your research was more than sufficient to afford a nice apartment. After all, dunking a tortoise in a tank of water and using magnetic resonance imaging to map its brain wasn’t nearly as expensive as you led the government to believe.

Your shoes are taken off before stepping on the carpet. You hate tracking mud on the carpets. If only all the other scientists would return the favor when you invite them over for Dungeons and Dragons night. If there is one thing your colleagues love, it’s bitching about the version 4.0 rules, and clinging for dear life to the out-dated 3.0 rulebooks.

After removing your socks you catch a whiff of the odor. You were on your feet all day in a labcoat, goggles, and gloves. They stink. Today, you had to surgically remove the amygdala from a deceased chimpanzee to examine whether or not it had enlarged as a result of eating highly processed foods.

Your next report will prove that TV dinners cause aggression in primates, and may explain the high rates of spousal abuse in trailer parks across the country. Your scientific research is truly going to change the world.

Double Kill!

You look upstairs towards your loft. Since you live alone, the open floor plan doesn’t bother you, and your room is quite spacious. It almost sounded like someone was playing on your computer.

Triple Kill!

“Hello?” you say. Did I leave the computer on again?

You start to head up the stairs and hear the distinct sound of the sniper rifle from Unreal Tournament III.

Head Shot!

“I’m surprised the server didn’t kic—”

Multi-Kill!

You can hear the shell casings landing on the floor in the game. Whoever you are spectating obviously has a highly developed prefrontal cortex, and excellent hand-eye coordination.

M-M-M-M-Monster Kill-Kill-kill.

At last you reach the top of the stairs and reach your loft. You glance across the room at your computer.

“HOLY SHIT!” you yell.

“GAH!” the creature exclaims.

“WHAT THE F—”

HUMILIATION!

The. . . “pony”. . . for lack of a better term turns back to face the computer. You see her wearing your headset.

“You fucking newb! Some asshole just walked in and interrupted me!”

Your brain scrambles to figure out what the hell is happening. There appears to be a mint green pony, with a well-defined keratin spiral, sitting in your chair. That would make her a unicorn, and thus a mythical species of creature long thought extinct.

”you. . . . sniper . . . . whore. . . “ a barely audible voice says into the headset. From this far away you couldn’t make it all out, but her reply is crystal clear.

“I’ll kill you, bitch! Where do you live!” the livid pony screams.

”423. . .east king. . . fredricksb. . . . nia”

The pony slams your headset down, shattering it, before pulling the plug on the computer.

“Hey! Don’t break that! I custom built that myself,” you say.

The pony stands on all fours and faces you. “I fucking hate humans.”

Your mouth falls agape. “Wha. . .”

“This is exactly why I told her I didn’t want to come. ‘Send me to an empty house’ I said. ‘Let me play some of their video games instead of having sex’ I said.”

You continue to dissect the creature with your eyes. It appears to be a pony, yet the size is too small, the colors too vivid, and the curves too smooth. It’s almost as if she was part pony and part of some other species and genus altogether. Everything from the way her limbs moved when walking, to the musculature in her mouth, to the way the horn glowed as she levi—

“Wait, you can use telekinesis to levitate objects?” you ask.

“Of course, I’ve been doing it since I was five. What can you do? Eat, sleep, and shit? I wouldn’t test makeup on you, you damn dirty ape!” the pony says.

You can’t pass up this oppurtunity. Whatever. . . that thing. . . is, it would make you famous. This is not only an entirely undiscovered species, it is sapient, it is talking, and it just kicked ass at Unreal Tournament until you interrupted it.

You have to capture it, perhaps even dissect it if it dies in captivity. Oh, how badly you wish your silly ethics didn’t prevent you from slaughtering it on the spot with one small cut to the carotid artery.

Instead, you back up towards a nearby storage closet. Inside you have all your biology supplies for everything from taxidermy to entomology. There is also some animal tranquilizer you smuggled out of the lab. Your last girlfriend had rather kinky fantasies, that always began with being tranquilized and tied up, and ended in depraved sex. While you certainly don’t agree with the basic concept, drugging and sexing her up was a ton of fun. Plus, you were in control the whole time so it was totally safe. It’s not you would have really hurt her.

The unicorn continues to stare at you, as if trying to read your thoughts with her magic. You can feel your head tingling. Is she reading my mind or am I just freaking myself out?

“So, uh. . . what’s your name?” you ask, stalling.

“Lyra, now how about you show me where you hid the batteries for the xbox, and get lost. I’m commandeering your apartment for the night. . . well? What’s your name?” Lyra asks.

While the foolish pony was babbling on you had reached into the closet and turned off the safety on the pistol sized tranquilizer gun in the closet. Your girlfriend was really kinky, and the tranq gun worked wonders if a primate broke out of it’s cage at work.

You whip the gun out and level it at Lyra. Your actions are easily justified, because science. Also, she’s kind of been an asshole and at the very least she is guilty of breaking and entering. In Texas, you’d be well within your rights to pull out a glock and put four rounds between her eyes. Bitch is lucky you’d rather lock her up for scientific observation.

The CO2 cartridge propels out four tranquilizer darts straight at her in the blink of an eye. After your next eye blinks, you notice them all hovering in the air in a minty green glow. They slowly spin around to face you.

“Fuck my life,” you moan.

All four darts fly straight into your chest, hitting the ribs and burying themselves deep in the muscles surrounding your lungs. Instantly, you can feel the fluid seeping in, slowing your breathing down dangerously. At least it has a short half life, because the next thing you feel is your face hitting the carpet at 9.8 meters per second. How you knew that while tranquilized and landing face-first on a carpet, the world may never know.

Your chest feels sore, the first sign that you are not dead. The second sign is the nipping of the cool air against your bare skin. The third sign is what sounds like a police chase, a couple explosions, and several people being run over.

You groggily try to sit up only to find that you can’t. You look to your limbs and through the foggy haze that is your vision, you realize you’ve been tied down to your four-poster bed. If only you’d know when you bought a bondage-friendly bed with your former girlfriend, it would one day be used by an alien pony to tie you up so she could play video games.

Wait, she’s still playing video games? “What the hell?”

You roll your head to the side and see the pony known as Lyra playing Saints Row the Third. She is ejected from her vehicle due to your distraction. She pulls out a giant purple dildo and begins beating midgets to death with it. She has a five star rating and four gang symbols, and is quickly over-run and killed.

“Heh, hell of a game, huh pony?” you ask. After all, Saints Row the Third is just the kind of game a single bachelor would play when sex with human females stopped being fun.

“FUCK! Can’t I just play for one night without being constantly interrupted? Look, human.” Lyra walks over to the bed and looks down at you. It is almost as if steam is coming out her nostrils. “My number got pulled, kapeesh? I’m not normally into the whole ‘it’s your turn to go to Earth and have sex with a random human’ speil. Frankly, I find the concept revolting, that’s beastiality where I was raised.

“However, you won’t let me play my fucking game so I guess now I kind of have to give you a reason to whine. I saw what was in that closet. Surgical implements, tranquilizers, dead insects. You’re some kinda creepy serial killer, aren’t you? You were going to dissect me!”

“What?” you ask, shocked. You pull on the restraints but can’t move more than a couple inches. “No, not at all! I mean, you broke into my house. According to the law, I could have killed you for trespassing. Not only that, does the law even apply to aliens?”

“Good point,” Lyra admitted. “You’re an alien and in six hours I’ll be whisked back to Equestria. I can do whatever the hell I want with you.”

“Whoa, slow down!” You can’t recall first contact ever going like this on Star Trek. You only watch The Original Series, of course, because The Next Generation was a steaming pile of shit. “Look, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh, then how did you mean it? because I think I want to find out how many spleens a human has.”

“One,” you answer.

“Huh?”

“I’m a biologist, I study living organisms. I even got a minor in anthropology.”

“Hah, what a stupid field. The study of mythical creatures.”

You sigh and shake your head. “No, it’s the study of humans and human culture.”

“Yeah, like I said, mythical creatures.”

You’ve had just about enough of this at this point. You wish she’d either go back to her video games, or sleep with you, or anything to just get this damn night over with.

“Look, Lyra, it’s clear we don’t much care for each other. I’m hungry and I took a steak out to thaw and I’d really like to just eat dinner and forget this night ever happened. Hell, I’ll share my last six pack of beer with you. How about you let me go, you play some more video games, and we ignore each other for the rest of the night?”

Lyra looks at you skeptically. She walks around, taking in your size, guessing your physical strength, and at one point apparently laughing at the size of your penis.

No one laughs at the size of One Eyed Willy.

You noticed the tranq gun on the nightstand and plot your revenge before she has even finished deciding to let you go. “Alright,” she says. “I’ll let you go but you try any funny business and I’ll show you what this horn can do.”

She starts loosening the ropes with her magic. You pull onto the ones attached to your arms, tightening the cinch knots. She isn’t able to get them loose, and comes up to take a closer look at them

You relax your arms, and they freely fall loose. You shove Lyra to the ground and dive for the tranq gun. Halfway to it, you feel her land on your back and bit your arm. Her flat teeth don’t break the skin, but it still hurts.

You roll over on top of her, pinning her to the bed. It really pissed you off that she bit you, so you bite her right back. After all, that’s how your parents broke you of your habitual biting of old ladies.

“Ow!” Lyra cried, lighting up her horn. You look at the tranq gun is still out of reach. Deciding to do the next best thing, you sucker punch her in the temple. “Gah!”

“It’s over, get out of my house!” you yell.

“No! I found the video games first!” she screams. She bites you again, getting frighteningly close to scoring a one hit fatality. After you yank her off your stomach, leaving a wide set of teeth marks around your belly button, you bite right into her neck above the shoulder.

This time you taste some blood as you bite much deeper, pinning her down. Instead of moaning in pain, this one sounds almost pleasurable. You notice her hips bump up against you and her horn power down.

Taking this short window of opportunity, you dive for the tranq gun, and fire the remaining two rounds into her chest. She has a goofy grin as she passes out.

You’ve tied Lyra down to the bed spread eagle. Now you’ve began to ponder your situation. The logical course of action is to call the police, or maybe your scientist friends. “What will I tell them?” you wonder. “Hey, I caught a rare mythological creature and it’s sapient, come help me subdue it!”

You glance up at the horn. As much as you’d like to take it apart and see how it works, it’s likely connected directly to her brain and could kill her. It’s also a lethal weapon should she regain consciousness before you figure out how to deal with it.

For the past half an hour you’ve been pacing around her, unaware that her unique metabolism has been breaking down the tranquilizer much faster than a primate would. You didn’t even bother to put on any pants, so enthralled were you with the situation.

She begins to wake up and looks at you. You dive on her again cursing yourself out loud. “Great, what the hell do I do now?” you ponder.

“Fuck me,” Lyra whispers.

“. . . w-what?” you stutter. Below you the pony is bucking herself against you and struggling against the ropes.

“B-bite me again. . . and screw me. It f-felt so wonderful,” she says.

You stare at disbelief, drawing your hips up higher when her bucking begins to give you a hard on. Did this pony, who claimed to hate humans, just ask me to have sex with her? What is this, some sort of predator to prey fetish?

“No, are you crazy? What happened to beastiality? What happened to tying me down and playing video games?”

You can feel the heat of her hips radiating against your crotch, answering your question for you. Somehow, you’ve triggered her to go into heat. Now you’ve got a horny magical mythical creature that broke into your house propositioning you for sex.

“Either. . . y-you take me r-right now, just like I w-want it. . . or I use my m-magic and t-tie you back up for an all I can e-eat buffet,” Lyra mumbles.

You look around for some way out. The tranq gun is empty, for all the good it did. The nearest scalpel is in the biology kit near the butterfly collection. You could smother her with a pillow, then dissect her, but a part of you is suddenly feeling more than a little aroused. Maybe you can smother her while having sex?

Breath play has always been one of your turn-ons.

Wait, did I just seriously consider this?

“Allow me to demonstrate,” Lyra says. You feel a tingling force wrap around your waist and a second later, feel your penis plunge into her moist vagina. She holds you there against your will as her muscles begin contracting around your shaft.

“What the hell?!” you say.

“Bite me. If I enjoy this, I’ll make sure this is an evening you never forget,” Lyra says.

You sigh, deciding to just make the best of an incredibly awkward situation. “Sure,” you say. You lean over and nibble on her neck.

“Harder.”

You bite until you feel your canines puncture her skin. She moans in approval, beginning to rock against your shaft. You hold your jaw steady for a moment, before biting in a little deeper. The walls of her vagina tighten up in response. When you slacken your jaws, they too loosen up.

You begin to play a game with her, nibbling on the now-sore wound on her neck, creating a rhythm of contractions against your dick that feels incredible.

Before long, you find yourself thrusting into her as she bucks herself up until your hips meet. You begin to feel yourself bottom out inside her.

“B-bite me,” she repeats. You glance down, noticing a thin trail of blood on her shoulder. Lost in the moment, you lick the blood up with your tongue. She clamps down her muscles, catching you off guard. You have to wait for her to relax before you can pull out and thrust back down.

You trace a path up to her lips with your tongue, and kiss her. Lyra moans into your mouth, and you soon find her tongue inside your mouth. Placing your canines over her tongue, you dig in gentle and she scraps her tongue against them.

Once her tongue is withdrawing, you lift your mouth up and bite her lip. It trembles in pleasure while you continue to thrust deeply.

You look down to her chest and see the two wounds from the tranquilizer darts. A sudden twinge of pain reminds you how you took four darts to your own ribs. It is still incredibly sore. You look down at a thick patch of shoulder muscle on her left foreleg.

Without hesitation, you lean over biting hard into her shoulder, filling your mouth with the taste of her blood before you feel convulsions roll down through her abdomen. She tightens up again and comes. The shock of it causes you to bite deeper into the muscle tissue, resulting in more ecstasy for the pony.

As her orgasm rocks her, she leans forward and bites your shoulder, hard enough for her flat teeth to nearly draw blood. Between that surprise and her pussy milking you for all it’s worth, you blow your load inside her.

You collapse on her as the two of you enjoy the bliss and come down from the post-orgasm high. Lyra wraps her arms around you, using her magic to get rid of the ropes. After a few minutes laying there, holding her soft fur against your skin, you open your eyes to look at her shoulder.

The deep red gash is glowing a faint green, slowly, but quicker than naturally, healing itself up. You lean over to kiss the wound, feeling your lips tingle and hearing Lyra moan from the stimuli.

I just had sex with the first intelligent life form to ever visit Earth. “Take that Captian Kirk!”

“Huh?” Lyra coos. She looks up at you and plants a kiss on your lips. “I don’t know who that is, but you may have just restored my faith in humanity.

“Oh yeah?” you ask. Repositioning your arms and legs, you pin hers down with your body weight. You are much larger and heavier, easily trapping her spread eagle beneath you.

“Mmmmmmm....” Lyra moans, trying to reconnect her hips to yours. Her eyes have gone wide open, her facial features indicating fear but her moaning showing she is enjoying every minute of feeling vulnerable.

“My, you’ve caught me. Are you going to eat me?” Lyra whimpers playfully.

“Hmm, I wonder if you taste like mint,” you say before giggling.

“Well, only one way to see.”

She lifts herself up with all her might, only reaching up halfway towards the half-erect dick she is longing to have back inside her.

Overcome with a sudden wave of guilt from your conscience, you roll off her and flop down on the bed. “Sorry, we shouldn’t. Maybe you should just play some video games until you go back to—wherever it is you’re from.”

“Aww, what happened to gobbling me up or dissecting me? Don’t I look good enough to eat?”

You chuckle. “Yes, but I think it better if we take some notes or something, learn about our two cultures.”

“Hmph, I already know everything I want to about humans. What could you possibly want to know about ponies?”

“Well, what do you eat? Are ponies on your world also obligate herbivores?”

“Actually,” Lyra corrects, “We’re omnivores. Fish and eggs, mostly, but some ponies eat more exotic creatures.”

“Fascinating, like what?” you ask.

“Like . . . humans,” she says, sliding her head slowly down your side until it’s resting inches from your cock.

You can’t help but smirk as she begins licking her lips. Despite your scientific curiosity, you’ve already become fully erect again and it’ll be rather difficult to focus on your research with a raging hard-on.

“Okay, Lyra, I’d love for you to eat me,” you say.

Lyra smiles wildly, her eyes and horn twinkling in glee. “As you wish.”

You rest your head and close your eyes, picturing the sexiest hollywood celebrity you can think of. Lyra’s tongue begins to trace up and down your cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation. She traces down to the base, and begins suckling on your balls. Lyra squeezes them gently in her flat teeth for a moment, and runs her tongue back up to the head of your dick.

You feel her lips on the head, teasing you to come hither. You try to buck your hips and penetrate her lips, but she pulls back, flicking her tongue against the head.

Just as you fall back to the bed in defeat, Lyra dives down on the shaft, taking it all in at once. You hit the back of her throat and feel it quiver for a second, before she begins to bob up and down. Her tongue dances along the top of the shaft as she applies just the right amount of suction.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think she had done this before.

You relax there, wishing you could last longer. As a scientist, you were never exactly gifted sexually, or physically, yet it still feels incredible all the same.

She takes the entire load straight down her throat. Once she is done, she lifts her head up. Lyra catches the last bit of cum with her tongue, and suckles another few drops out of your cock with her lips.

You’re laying there with a wide smile when she climbs on top of you and kisses your forehead. You can feel a tingling sensation, making that lightest of kisses feel incredibly erotic.

Lyra’s lips begin to spread across your forehead. They quickly enguly your head and seal around your neck.

Your eyes fly open and you attempt to yell at her to stop. Somehow, she has fit your entire head in her mouth and closed down around your neck. You try to reach up with your limbs and push her off, but now she is pinning you down.

You feel a strong muscle contraction pull your head a little farther into her mouth. Her cheeks taint what little light is passing in dark red, and you find the moist air difficult to breath. A bit of lightheadedness is already washing over you. The disorientation makes it impossible to tell where Lyra is in relation to you now, or how this act is physically possible.

There is a loud popping sound, and the muscles pull you forward again. You feel two rows of teeth, now nearly three feet apart, slide over your shoulders and pull them in. You tilt your head up, realizing you are looking down her esophagus. You can’t feel her on your legs anymore, and only a tingling is holding your arms down.

You kick and scream into her esophagus, wasting the precious little air left to you. Her throat begins to vibrate in what must be laughter.

Another contraction pulls you deeper in, pinning your arms to the side at your elbows. She releases your wrists and you try to claw the bedsheets for dear life.

For all your struggling, you haven’t gained an inch. The next contraction pulls you in to your waist, completely pinning your arms to the side. You squirm around to escape, only driving yourself further into her throat. Your head rests against the sphincter separating her stomach from her throat.

The familiar feeling of her tongue against your dick electrifies you. On your way down into her stomach, she has stopped to deal with the erect penis filling her mouth. While you sit inches from her stomach, she twirls her tongue around your cock for the final time.

Her throat muscles continue to pulse down your frame as she holds you in just the right position for that final blow job. The feeling is indescribable, as the tight warm prison hugs you in a way no latex invention ever could. Every inch of your skin is coated in her warm saliva, and massaged by waves of muscles passing over them.

You are so distracted by the soothing feeling of her throat that you almost don’t realize you’ve come again. With the lack of oxygen, the orgasm shatters what’s left of your rational mind. You moan and buck, thrashing around in her throat. Lyra begins to moan along with you as you finish inside her mouth.

The sphincter to her stomach pops open and reseals around your neck. Only your knees to your feet remain outside of her now. You’re still feeling the last waves of the ograsm wash over you.

Opening both eyes, you notice some of the stomach acid dripping onto you. It doesn’t sting. Instead, it has that familiar tingling of magic. It’s a little easier to breath in the stomach too, as if she doesn’t want you to expire so quickly.

You feel lips seal around your ankles and a jaw pop back into place. You’re thrust to the waist inside the stomach, your head ramming against the far end. You glance at another sphincter, this one passing into her intestines.

The feel of her tongue on your feet snaps you out of your current trance. She is rubbing every inch of each foot with her tongue, meticulously lapping up every drop of your salty taste off of them.

She begins running her tongue between your toes, causing you to shudder. It almost feels as amazing as the sex.

Your slippery head slides along the stomach as your forced to curl up. The rest of your legs are following you into the stomach. You’ve quickly been folded up into the fetal position, the sphincter to her throat plopping shut behind your feet.

You begin to squirm to get comfortable. Your breathing is harder, yet somehow you haven’t passed out. You’ve curled up around yourself now, your legs against your chest and your arms around your legs. You bring one hand around to check on your manhood, which is still prepared for another round of sex that will never come.

You begin rubbing it up and down with your hand. Each time you squirm, you feel the muscles of her stomach contract around you, coating you in more of her stomach acid. Your whole body is becoming numb from the tingling, your mind euphoric. It is now a race to see if you can come one last time before you pass out.

Lyra laid back against the headboard of the bed. She burped, then listened to her stomach gurgling as you shifted into a comfortable position. Once you and Lyra were both comfortable, she began to rub her stomach.

You could feel her hoof pushing down against you from inside.

“Such a lovely human, now we’ll never have to be apart,” Lyra coos. She can almost hear you faintly thanking her from inside her stomach.

Lyra reaches over to the nightstand and opens it up. Inside she finds a Nintendo 3DS which she turns on with her magic.

“Oh, Pokemon Black II! I haven’t played this one yet!” she cheers.

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5. Soarin Like An Eagle, Eagle, Eagle

Mp/F . C . **

You sigh and decide a couple extra cookies won’t hurt. You understand making mac and cheese from scratch isn’t the same as a four-course meal. You had hoped your boyfriend would appreciate the gesture, yet he found an excuse not to make it.

The double-chocolate cookie is still moist in the center and slightly warm. Even if it truly goes to your hips, it’s worth it. Seeing as how he just stood you up he won’t be getting any tonight, and the chocolate melting on your tongue is as close as you’ll get to an orgasm tonight.

You lean back, groaning in frustration. It’s true what they say: vibrators are a girl’s best friends. With a constant supply of D batteries, they don’t repeatedly ditch you to assemble a forty-piece epic weapon or a dumb-ass fucking tiger mount.

Moaning again, wishing your frustration could somehow carry over the internet and suffocate him, you turn off the computer and head to bed. You don’t even care there is a pile of mac ‘n cheese on the table fit to feed a small family.

Opening the door to your bedroom, you see something unexpected.

“S-soarin?” you mumble.

That’s right, there appears to be a pony from the show Julie talked you into watching recently. With all that extra free time, the series had started to grow on you. And now, the pegasus was walking around your room, searching through cabinets, in his full Wonderbolts outfit.

“Oh, hello!” Sorain stopped to face you. “Say, I was pretty excited today to visit Earth but I forgot to eat. Please tell me you’re hiding the food in one of these big cabinets.”

“I . . . um . . . mac ‘n cheese?” you mutter in shock.

“That’d be awesome, where’s it at?” Soarin smiles in excitement, giving you a pair of puppy dog eyes.

You suddenly really wish you had a pet puppy. Maybe I could even have a pet pony. After all, I’m standing here staring at one. You lift an arm, pointing out the door behind you.

He runs past, skidding his hooves along the carpet as he half-runs half-flies.

You follow him into the kitchen, where he has already landed on the table. “Want me to heat it up?”

“Mno shmanks,” he mumbles. “Mits shmine like thjis.” He continued to scarf down the large bowl of heavenly, cheesy goodness. Just watching is making you hungry again. At least you still have coo—

“Mm, cookies!” Soarin knocks over the empty bowl, landing on the counter to eat the cookies directly off the tray they were cooling on.

You watch with a morbid fascination at how agile his tongue is. In fact, ponies aren’t supposed to be nearly that flexible. The fact his tongue is able to completely curl around a cookie before gently lifting it off the pan begins to send your mind to naughty places. A tongue like that inside me—

Soarin turns his head away and tries to hide a loud burp. He fails miserably. “Sorry, that was delicious! I should totally find a special somepony who can cook like you.” He glides the short distance down to the flood and sits down, looking up at you.

“Uh, thanks,” you say, shyly looking away.

“Something wrong?” Soarin asks.

What the hell, no one is going to believe I talked about my boyfriend problems with a magical talking pony.

“I just got blown off by my boyfriend,” you explain.

“Ah. Anything I can do to make you feel better? I did get sent here for the whole night,” he replies.

You look down at him as he licks a bit of cheese off his lip. That tongue. . . “Nothing comes to mind.”

“I could, you know. . .” Soarin rubs a hoof against his mane nervously. “We sorta get sent here for the sex—”

You gasp in shock, causing him to pause and tilt his head. “But. . . ponies . . . humans. . . we can’t just have sex!” you shout in confusion.

"Sure we can,” He laughs. “I'll show you how it's done.”

“Are you asking or telling me to have sex with you?”

“Asking. I mean, unless you think you can do better. You have heard the expression ‘hung like a horse’ right? This will be a fantasy come true.” Soarin states.

You just stare down at his groin. The spandex flight suit begins to bulge, as if it can sense your stare. “Uh. . . yeah, I’ve heard it.”

“Well, a gentlemen lets the lady go first. Why don’t I show you a good time, and if you like what you see, I’ll show you what a stallion can really do.”

You look around, then pinch yourself. Yep, this is real. . . or I had a stroke and am slowly bleeding out into my brain on the floor. . . nope, it’s real.

“Okay. . .” you say, wondering what could possibly go awry. Oh wait, I’m about to have oral sex with a talking pony I barely know from a TV show. There are probably a lot of things that could go wrong.

He follows you into the room where you apprehensively undress and sit on the bed. While you’re getting ready, he takes off the flight suit. Just watching him remove a skin-tight lycra flight suit from himself with nothing but the aid of his mouth and two hooves is impressive. Ponies are definitely are more dexterous than you ever imagined.

Soarin steps forward towards the edge of the bed, nearly diving in like your snatch is another bowl of macaroni and cheese. He sees you shudder and slows down, choosing instead to place his tongue on your thigh, above the knee.

He extends his tongue until he’s running it along the entire inside half of your thigh, up and down as if lathering up your thigh. You decide to lay back and enjoy the ride.

A chill goes down your spine as you feel his tongue switch to the other leg. The slick, slightly abrasive tongue slides up your thigh, not stopping this time until it reaches the lips of your pussy.

You shudder slightly again, spreading your legs to invite him in. Soarin continues teasing you. He runs his tongue along the left folds of your labia majora, then the right. He strokes your clit, sending a tingle through you, until he can slid his tongue deeper into your folds.

Your body is doing a good job lubricating itself by this point. Soarin has no problem when he decides to push his tongue deeply into your vagina. You thrust into him, guiding him as deep as you can.

He begins to swirl his tongue around, massaging the walls of your pussy with the deceptively long tongue. You feel the tip of his tongue probing around, searching for your cervix. Just when you think he can’t get the tongue any deeper, he finally hits the bottom.

You continue setting the rhythm of your hips against his tongue. In return, he continues to make it writhe around like a serpent, hitting sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had.

Without warning his tongue finds the jackpot. You were so lost in the pleasurable, alien sensation that you’re caught off guard as your pussy clenches down on his tongue. Your whole body convulses in waves, a sense of euphoria and warmth floods over all other senses.

Soarin continues with a single minded determination. He dutifully seeks out new spots deep in your vagina, pushing your buttons as if you were the piano and he a master pianist.

You lose track of time, sure that this was the longest orgasm you’ve ever had but unable to verify it. The tongue is nearly frictionless now from your combined juices.

Soarin finally withdraws his tongue, and makes the effort to smile while he enjoys your flavor. He then sends another chill down your spine as the tongue hits your labia again, cleaning up the excess fluids.

You open your eyes and sigh. You’ll never admit this to anyone, even Julie the pegasister who introduced you to ponies, but Soarin is the best sex you ever had.

You suddenly remember he offered to do more than just oral. You sit up in bed and smile at him. You do a double take as you see a completely new leg on him—no, that’s his cock.

Soarin follows your gaze and smiles. “You like what you see?”

“H-how?” you stutter. It looks at least two feet long, and thick. four inches? six inches? When he was in the flight suit there was no trace of the massive dick. Yet, there it is, occasionally twitching as it seemingly continues to slowly expand.

“It’s equine anatomy, doesn’t come out of it’s sheath until it’s time to play. . . you would like to play, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

You bite the inside of your lip nervously. He was gentle enough with his tongue, and you’re curious how much of his cock he could fit inside you. Would it hurt? Or would it feel even better than the vibro-pro 6000?

You make up your mind. When will you ever have a chance again to have guilt-free sex with a magical pony with a two foot cock? Surely, people would kill for this oppurtunity.

“I’d like to put on a little something special for you. After all, it is a bit chilly.” You bounce your breasts playfully, feeling a tad silly, but it has the desired effect. Soarin’s eyes are locked tightly on your pert nipples. All he can do in response is just nod his consent.

You head into your closet and head for the boxes in the far corner. Carefully stored on the rack is a full-body latex catsuit, dusted with talc. It was a gift you from a former boyfriend, yet you only got to use it once with him. He broke up shortly afterwards. After that you began to explore the world of self-bondage, slowly finding riskier and more thrilling games to play alone at night. You recall with a smirk the frist self-bondage session you had, foolishly misplacing the handcuff keys, and how the vibrators rocked your world for 3 hours. Somehow, you knew beyond a doubt, Soarin was about to shatter that record-breaking night.

You take the latex castuit off the hanger, sliding the first leg in. The talcum powder causes it to slide in effortlessly. The cling of the latex against your skin, sliding slowly up your right leg, sends shivers down your spine. That one foot hitting the bottom of the catsuit brings a yearning back to your sex, eager to be filled by Soarin.

You rush the second leg in, eager to seal the latex around your tight ass. Jiggling and tugging at it, the latex soon forms a second skin. You rub a hand over your pussy against the latex and smile. You have just the idea for what Sorain should do first. You check the zipper over your crotch to make sure it works.

You stick your arms in and begin to work the latex up your arms, soon pulling it tight against your chest. It clings to your stomach as your tits bulge against the latex. You look down to admire the curves of an impossibly fit body. The latex has turned you into every man’s dream.

Reaching behind your back, you begin the familiar ritual of zipping up the cat suit. Every time you feel latex against your skin your mind is instantly lost to all the passionate nights you've spent wrapped up, embraced by the latex.

The zipper clicks into place at your neck. Without thinking, you have already strapped a leather choke collar over your neck. On the back is a small ring, and you lock the zipper to the cat suit in place with a small lock.

You smirk, realizing how much sexier it is to have a partner for this play. You carry out a bottle of latex polish for Soarin to use.

Immediately upon seeing you, he slumps to the ground and his mouth falls agape. It’s clear he’s never seen anything quite like you. Maybe they don’t have latex suits where he comes from.

“Here, I need you to rub me down with this,” you instruct.

He tilts his head, before flying over and taking the bottle in his hooves. You stand there as he works out how to squirt some of the polish onto his hooves.

His hooves start at your breasts, and he begins to massage the oil into the latex. In under a minute your chest and back are as shiny as it’s possible for latex to be. The desire building inside you is driving you crazy and you wish Soarin would hurry up.

He makes quick work of your arms, then your legs. He spends extra time getting the shine just right over your pussy, nearly pushing you over the edge.

You smile at him and kneel down to the ground. “Let’s take that thing for a test drive,” you say.

Soarin sits down, presenting the monster cock. It’s still just as large, two feet give or take with a two to three inch girth. He leans back against the foot of the bed. You bend over, unsure how he’ll taste. Beginning at the base, you fondle his balls then run your tongue up the full length of his shaft.

He’s already shivering after the first pass, and the taste of the pony’s dick isn’t as bad as you worried. It’s salty, almost sweet, and you begin again at the base. Slowly you paint his dick in your saliva, one lick at a time. Slowly working your way around you’ve eventually shined his cock to a shimmer.

Soarin continues his shivering, gasping when you stop to work one of his large testacles into your mouth. It would make an excellent ball gag, filling your mouth completely. You suckle on his scrotum, enjoying your work.

The burning in your loins and desire for his cock becomes too much. You bring your head up, kissing the head of his penis lightly. It quivers against your lips as you slowly bring the head into your mouth. You suckle on the tip for the moment, tasting the pre-cum leaking out of his dick.

You loosen your jaw a little to take him in completely. You’ve never tried to take in something this large. It hits the back of your throat and you begin to breath through your nose. You position yourself so you can get a few more inches in.

Slowly you draw yourself off his cock, letting a bead of saliva drip from your mouth. As it hits the head his dick quivers. You can tell by the strained expression on his face he’s enjoying it, trying to savor the unusual sensations as long as he can.

You lick your lips and take him back in. You begin a steady rhythm, teasing the underside of his cock with your tongue, as you gently rise and fall against his dick. Soarin begins to moan and you smile as best you can.

You rake your teeth along his dick to guage his reaction, eliciting another groan of pleasure. You speed up the tempo slowly, bringing him slowly towards the edge. You feel your hand on your pussy, massaging it through the latex. Bringing it back down, you tell your aching loins to wait just a little longer.

Soarin is breathing heavily now, heaving his hips to get just an inch further with each thrust. Just when you think you’ve hit the perfect rhythm he groans loudly. His wings spring out, fully erect. He grabs your head with both hooves, and begins increasing the tempo.

You let him speed you up, forcing your tempo as he nears his limit. You begin to feel him swelling up inside you, until his head suddenly flares itself wider.

You lift up in shock, trying to draw the penis out. Now that it’s flared open, it’s lodged itself into your throat. Soarin is still trying to maintain his rhyhtm, bobbing you up and down on his dick. Seconds later you feel the first load coursing through his dick.

You manage to get a little air past his dick, until he cums deep in your throat. You start coughing and choking as the small load starts dripping down your throat.

Then the next load hits, far bigger than the first. With a gag, it starts to flow into your nose, quickly dripping back out onto his shaft.

Load after load fires into your throat, and you swallow as much as you can. For each load you swallow, another finds it’s way out your nose.

Finally, when you fear the burning in your lungs may signal your last breath, he pulls himself out with a loud, wet plop. The flared penis has finally shrunk once his orgasm ended.

You cough up some cum from your lungs, grabbing the nearby bedsheet to wipe the cum off your face. You take several deep breaths, reveling in the sensation of oxygen in your lungs. Surprisingly, the sensations nearly pushed you over the edge too and you know now beyond a shadow of a doubt, you want him back inside you.

Soarin opens his eyes and sees you, covered in his cum and drooling on the carpet. “Are you ok?” he asks.

“Yeah—just a lot bigger—then I thought.”

“Can I make it up to you?”

“Yeah, wait here.”

You wipe the rest of the cum from your lips with the back of your hand, heading into your closet. You take out your favorite ball gag, large enough to fill your mouth nearly as full as Soarin had. You unzip your crotch and pull out your secret weapon, a six inch vibrating butt plug. You quickly lube it up and take a deep breath, sliding it in while you exhale.

It resists until passing the base and seating itself deep in your anus. You flick a switch on it, causing it to begin vibrating. It’s not enough to make you cum by itself, but you’ll have Soarin to help.

You decide to crawl out of the closet on all fours, making your way over to Soarin. He watches you, curious to see what’s next. His cock is already making it’s way back to a full erection.

You turn around when you crawl over to him, presenting your uncovered ass and pussy to him. You feel Soarin stand up behind you, nudging you over towards the wall. Once you’re there, you feel him mount you.

You can feel the juices dripping from your pussy, at this point you would give anything to have him in you. The only thought in your head is how empty you feel without him. “Mmmph” you moan, beckoning him to hurry up.

You jolt forward when you feel his head press firmly against your labia. You take a deep breath, feeling him slowly push in, testing out your limit.

Slowly, inch by inch, he drives you crazy as his dick fills you up. After several agonizing seconds of anticipation, you feel him bottom out inside you. You can feel his dick against every inch of your vagina simultaneously. Your pussy starts tightning up on his cock in a steady rhythm, milking his cock and inviting him to get started. As he starts to pull back out you clench down harder, not wanting him to leave.

You felt so full, so complete, with him inside you. As he draws out you begin to feel that emptiness and longing again. You want—no, you need him back inside you.

Once he’s almost all the way out he thrusts back in quicker. In just seconds this time he’s filled you all the way back up, and then backed out again. You begin to buck your hips against each thrust, begging his cock to bottom out just a little harder this time.

The tempo begins to speed up between the two of you. You put both your hands against the wall to brace yourself, understanding now why he wanted you here. He’s beginning to thrust with incredible force for his size, and your arms are already feeling the strain.

You begin grunting into the gag, a small “mmph” to match each thrust. The muscles in your pussy are straining to contain his manhood, and you quickly find yourself upon the edge of orgasm.

Soarin has sped up to a frenzied pace. You can only manage short breaths between grunts, pushing hard against the wall to brace yourself. You can fell a full foot of his cock sliding in and out every second, rubbing against your pussy and sending shivers up your spine.

With a final gasp you feel the familiar explosions as you come. Muscles tighten and convulse, your pussy bears down with all it’s might on his cock, and your vision begins to black out.

Your orgasm is only just beginning and you can feel Soarin speed up even faster. He was closer than you thought, his cock flaring and swelling up in your pussy.

If the feeling of his cock filling you completely was good, then the feeling of his cock expanding a full foot deep inside you is amazing. You never imagined such a fullness as this, his flared head forcing the walls of your pussy away as he rubs the head against them.

The pressure is so much you can feel the butt plug being pushed out of the way. Your stomach seems to be bulging slightly too. The friction building deep within your pussy pushs a new button you didn’t know you had, and your orgasm continues to intensify.

You’re rapid breathing is catching up with you and in your ecstasy your vision has nearly blacked out.

Soarin explodes deep inside you, adding to the pressure. Load after load is thrown into your pussy, unable to escape around your taught vagina and his massive dick. Each load feels like it will fill your stomach up to bursting.

Somewhere around the sixth load you realize your vision is gone, and your arms go limp. You slump to the floor, drooling around the gag and riding an orgasm so powerful it shuts down your brain.

You wake up in the morning laying on your bed. The feel of latex surrounds you, and every slight movement brings back a flood of memories. Just taking a deep breath causes enough friction within the slick, sweaty latex to nearly make you come. The very feel of the latex reminding you how amazing Soarin felt.

“Soarin?” you call out. You notice the ball gag and butt plug were removed, and your latex cat suit has been polished and cleaned up, then re-zipped.

You slowly sit up, feeling light headed after your ordeal and zoned out. Looking around the room, you find no sign of your new lover. You nearly burst to tears at the thought of never getting to feel him inside you again, until you notice a large photograph on the nightstand.

It’s a large photo of Soarin performing a stunt in his wonderbolt outfit.

Thanks,

You were stunning, I’ve never experienced anything like it.

Wait for me, please. I know we didn’t talk much, but I’ll do everything in my power to visit you again soon. There is nopony I’d rather be with than you.

XOXO,

Soarin

Author's Note

... the hell? The author wrote a normal chapter?!

Dedicated to the only two females I know in the fandom, because this will totally make them like me. Right?

Also, bonus points if you identify the fic this story references.
((No vote link this time, next chapter = last vote's winner.))

6. Bonus Chapter I: Smuggling

Trixie in: Turning The Tables - Fp/M NC **

It had been a long week for the human Trixie had visited. Life carried on, work sucked, traffic was horrible, and no amount of drunken trysts had been as fantastic and mystical as surprise sex with that blue pony Trixie.

After he got home, he walked into his room and checked over his preparations once again. It was time to repay Trixie for his earlier humiliation. He would experience the joys of sex with a mythical creature, only this time he came prepared.

He began to read the incantations on the slip of paper Trixie had left for him to give her a call. It would allow her to come back and visit for a night. The room began to vibrate as a vortex opened up on the other side of the room. This must be how ponies get to Earth.

The yellow and black taser looked comical as he lined it up at the portal. Not a second later, a unicorn stepped through. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is back, my love sla—”

The taser fired, discharging thousands of volts through the unicorn. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed.

Success.

The human quickly hog-tied her and covered her horn in a tin foil hat. It worked for aliens according to all the research he had done on the internet.

He smiled as she began to wake up and he set her on the bed. He unzipped his pants and began to tease the unicorn with his cock.

“Ugh. . . did I get hit by a carriage?” Trixie asked.

The human laughed. “I knocked the third person out of you!”

“Unhand me at once fou—oooh.”

Trixie was interrupted as you thrust into her.

“I—Trixie approves, human. Continue.”

He increased his rhythm, paying Trixie back in kind for their earlier encounter. Just as it had on their first night together, her pussy seemed magical. It was far tighter than seemed possible, clinging tightly to his cock yet lubricated so perfectly.

“Yes. . . Trixie is nearly there, human, most excellent.”

The speed of his thrusting sped up again, quickly driving Trixie over the edge. She bucked back hard against his cock, driving him in deeper. Trixie clenched down as she came, nearly pushing him over the edge too. However, it had gotten hard to thrust as she gripped him like a vice.

He had no choice but to wait until she was done, and start thrusting again. Trixie had other ideas.

“Good—well done. . . now. . . my. . .turn.” Trixie was breathing heavily.

Trixie fired up her horn, blowing the ridiculous tin foil hat off of her horn. Apparently, tin foil doesn’t protect you from aliens. The ropes were quickly unwound from Trixie’s limbs.

“Fuck,” he said. The human dove for the cattle prod he had hidden under his bed in case of emergency. Spinning around, he thrust it back at Trixie just in time to see her laugh, flinging it away with her magic.

The ropes quickly fastened around the human, burning as they twisted against his skin. In seconds he lay on the floor in a strict hogtie, squealing like a pig.

Trixie laughed as she went and rummaged through her cape, quickly returning with a ring gag.

“Oh no yo—”

He was interrupted by Trixie whose magic brought the gag into place. “Silly human, I wouldn’t want you chipping a tooth while giving me a horn job.”

He glared up at her as she knelt down and began thrusting her horn into his mouth. The spiraled horn filled his mouth, numbing his throat to keep him from gagging. Trixie began to moan as she thrust it in his waiting mouth.

Trixie was enjoying the horn job and much to the human’s dismay, he began to feel the horn tingling. An electric energy seemed to be sparking from it.

Trixie withdrew her horn, floating the cattle prod over. She then began her thrusting and using her hoof, drove the cattle prod into the human’s side. He convulsed, tightening down on her horn as much as he was able. It sent waves of fire through Trixie’s nerves.

The unicorn’s horn was an extension of their mind and willpower, and was connected directly to every nerve in their body. Trixie shocked him again and again, allowing the electric shocks to arc into her horn. Her entire body was being consumed by the flames of passion.

Before he could fully regret summoning the unicorn back, he felt her explode inside his mouth. Something akin to syrup filled up his nose, throat, and lungs. He wanted to choke, but it had instantly dissipated into an energy surge not unlike the cattle prod.

This time, however, he found it pleasurable. Unbeknownst to him, when a unicorn’s horn is stimulated and has what is for all intents and purposes a brain-gasm, it connects the unicorn and their partner. Every pleasure either of them felt was amplified and transmitted to the other.

He could feel the burning in Trixie’s loins and the passion in her heart for dominating him. She could feel the stiff cock, twitching against the carpet and yearning for release. In those brief seconds, the two experienced ecstasy through the other’s eyes before riding the waves of euphoria down.

He decided, upon a second thought, he’d have to summon Trixie back more often.

Pinkie Pie in: Auto-erotic asphyxiation Fp/M C ***

Ever since I broke up with my girlfriend for getting caught masterbating to Pokemon Porn—a picture of Misty sucking on Gyrados’ cock while Dragonite came deep in her pussy, to be exact—I’ve been lonely. At first, I’d had some sort of dream or vivid hallucination.

You see, I was about to go dig out an old flesh-light when a pink pony named Pinkie showed up. It amounted to the best night of non-consensual sex involving being nearly stabbed to death of my life.

Now I wanted more. I searched the internet and discovered My Little Pony rule 34 websites that would vaporize paint off the walls with their sheer depravity. I had researched every fetish I could think of, even tried calling out Pinkie’s name. Nothing.

I would never get to see her and have guilt-free ultra-kinky sex again. I actually began to cry, which oddly enough, caused the unthinkable to happen.

“Don’t cry, Pinkie Pie is here! I came as soon as I heard you weren’t happy!” Pinkie said.

“Wha...” I turned around and sure enough, Pinkie was there with saddle bags filled to the brim with marital aids.

Pinkie twitched, mane falling straight as her tone changed. “Let’s put a smile on that face!”

“Pinkie!” I shouted. “I’m so glad to see you, let’s fuck!”

Pinkie chased me into my room and I tore my clothes off on the way. Having imaginary sex was awesome! What could possibly go wrong?

I turned around to face Pinkie when she tackled me to the floor. She immediately began grinding against my cock until it got hard enough for her. I felt her start slapping restraints on my wrists and ankles, locking my wrists to my hips and my legs spread apart.

I didn’t know, or care, how this crazy mare did it. It felt amazing, and in the end that’s all that matters.

She sat down on my cock, sliding it up into her ass. I grunted in shock at the tight, warm opening. Pinkie began to bob back and forth on my cock.

I should have noticed the hair sooner as it went half-way between curly and straight. It always seemed to precede the more frightening bits. Pinkie pulled a thick latex hood over my head that had only a single tiny air hole. I began struggling to breath, gasping for air, only making matters worse.

She continued to use her dexterity to make me screw her in the ass. It felt so good, but the burning in my lungs was distracting me. I struggled against her hastily applied restraints, gasping for air.

While my mind fought to find a way to get a normal breath of air, the muscles in my pelvis were preparing to shoot my load into that tight ass. I felt Pinkie’s hoof cover the small hole in the latex hood after I exhaled, cutting the airflow off completely.

I tried to roll around, to toss her off, as she giggled. Pinkie continued to grind on my shaft as I could feel my mind slipping somewhere else. I exploded inside her, the euphoria washing across my body and drowning my burning lungs. I couldn’t tell how long I lay there, launching my cum inside her. It felt like the longest orgasm I had ever had.

The latex hood slipped off and that first breath of fresh air nearly made me have another orgasm.

“Great,” Pinkie shouted. “Now that I’ve had my turn, it’s time for Pinkemena!”

I looked up, and to my horror, it hadn’t been the crazy half that had nearly suffocated me.

“I’m not going to enjoy this as much, am I?” I asked.

“That depends. Tell me, have you ever been inflated?” Pinkemena asked.

She turned around, smothering my face in her cooch. I felt her lean down and begin to lick my cock clean. She then began to deliver an intense blow job.

At first I just lapped at her pussy, unsure what inflation had to do with anything. I started to feel lightheaded, suspecting that I might be passing out again. My restraints were unlocked and I could feel Pinkemena sliding something smooth over my skin.

Using what can only be described as a violation of the laws of physics, she suited me up in a catsuit without taking her lips off my cock once. My entire body was compressed in latex as she slammed the breathplay hood back over my head.

I felt ready to come again, but this time it was different. I felt like I was the one being filled up, like Pinkemena was blowing air into a balloon and not sucking off my cock.

I began to notice that lightheadedness spread through my whole body, making me feel weightless. I could feel the latex stretching against my skin and realized I was inflating. She literally meant she would inflate me.

As Pinkie continued to give me a blow job I felt her bouncing up and down on my chest. I felt round and puffy. As I came, instead of shooting my sperm down her throat I felt a large popping sensation.

I began to feel as if I was floating off the ground. Something was tied around my cock to keep the air from leaking back out.

Pinkemena Diane Pie walked around the room, giggling. “I’ve always wanted a human balloon!”

Lyra in: Something I Ate. Fp/M NC ***

Lyra began to feel the pull of the portal, right on schedule. Any minute now, she would be whisked back to Equestria, her human safely inside her. Something about the way the human had bitten into her, like a predator pinning down it’s prey, had aroused Lyra in a way she’d not known possible.

Using her magic to improvise, she returned the favor and swallowed the human whole. Now, she would take him back to Equestria and make him her sex slave.

The portal flashed, instantly pulling her in. It deposited her in the middle of Transdimensional Customs.

“One Lyra Heartstrings. No saddle bags. Do you have anything to declare upon your return to Equestria?” the stallion asked.

“Nope. I don’t have any produce, soil samples, or lethal pathogens. Just like every other time you guys screen us,” Lyra quipped.

“Really? Because some unicorn is on our list for trying to smuggle video games back. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say you swallowed an entire computer.”

Lyra slumped to the floor, her mouth agape and began wailing. She cried, attracting the attention of a nearby mare.

“What’s going on here, Dusk? What’d you say to her?” the mare chided.

“What? I didn’t say anything Twinkle! I just told her she looked like she swallowed a computer!” the stallion replied.

“Dusk!” the mare chided. She went over to Lyra. “It’s okay, he didn’t mean it. You’re not fat, he’s just angry because he knows he could never get such a pretty mare with such fine curves as you.”

“D-do you m-mean it?” Lyra sobbed.

“I do honey, now go on ahead. He won’t be doing any more screening until he completes an HR course on sexual harassment in the workplace.”

“T-thank you.”

“Now, Dusk, follow me!” the mare shouted, leading him away.

Lyra hurried home, her human safely stored in her tummy. On her way she ran into Fluttershy, who was crying while tending to a small squirrel. Normally that’d be pretty normal for the pegasus, but Lyra stopped to make sure.

“Hey, Fluttershy, you ok?” Lyra asked.

“No. I had to leave my human before I was done playing, and everypony says not to get attached because you can’t bring them back. . . but I loved him. He was like my baby,” Fluttershy explained.

Lyra grinned. “I know how you can smuggle him across,” she whispered.

Fluttershy smiled and looked into her eyes. “How?”

Lyra leaned in closer. “I swallowed mine to get him to come along. I can cast the spell on you, then you can smuggle your human through customs so they won’t know you broke the rules.”

“I. . . you’d do that for me? Don’t you hate humans?” Fluttershy asked.

“Yeah, of course I do. This human is alright though, he’s much more aggressive than the others. Last time I went to Earth I got some 22 year old who was playing some game called World of Warcraft. He saw me and broke down crying, rocking in a corner. Humans are pathetic, I just got lucky.”

Fluttershy leaned in, putting a hoof on Lyra’s belly. It looked like she were pregnant. She felt something move inside. “Oh, Lyra thank you. Thank you so much! I’ll stop by later and see if I can get Twilight to pull strings and have me sent back early!”

Lyra continued on her way home, walking through the front door not a moment too soon. “Whew, you’re a lot heavier than I thought. Time to come out!”

Lyra’s horn glows, quickly causing her to regurgitate the human. He’s covered in a thick layer of slime, but unharmed.

The human slowly rolls around, realizing he is free again. “Oh, my head. . .”

Bon Bon walked in and gasped. “Lyra! It’s a human! A real human!” She runs over and begins examining him.

“Hah, yeah guess I was wrong when I told you I couldn’t get you a human for your birthday,” Lyra said.

“Oh thank you so much! I’ve always wanted my very own human. You always take such good care of me Lyra, but how’d you smuggle him across?”

“Oh that’s easy, I cast a spell and swallowed him.”

“Swallowed? Lyra that sounds horrible!” Bon Bon said.

“Nah, it actually feels amazing, want to try?”

“You mean. . . I can swallow him and he’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, of course. He’s also sorta our sex pet now so we can do all kinds of fun stuff! Oh, and when he sinks his fangs in during the sex it feels so good. . .”

Bon Bon put a hoof to her chin for a moment. “Well, I’d love to cover him in some baking chocolate first, but now I’m curious. Go ahead and cast the spell!”

Lyra’s horn glows and Bon Bon feels her mouth and throat tingling.

The human rolls over and looks up at the tan pony who is licking her lips. “Huh? What happened?”

“Shh,” Lyra says. “You’re out pet now, and Bon Bon wants to see how you taste.”

“Oh no—”

The human is cut off as Bon Bon puts her mouth around his head. Lyra heads off to take a shower while Bon Bon enjoys her new treat.

Soarin in: Meet The Parents Mp/F C ***

You spent most of the two weeks since Soarin visited trying various toys. Some stores offered toys large enough to simulate the stallion that had visited you, but they weren’t the same. Nothing could fill you up like he did.

You didn’t care how, but you were going to find him again. There was no joy left to be had in sex without him, and your life sucked enough without the dismal fate of knowing you’d never have amazing sex again.

Luckily, you were about to get another visit from him with the opportunity of a lifetime.

You were poking at the carrots on your plate that were leftover from dinner. You eyed one of them longingly, when you heard a loud noise from the bedroom. You nearly tripped as you launched yourself out of the chair and sprinted for the bedroom.

Bursting through the door you find Soarin, in the familiar wonderbolt outfit.

“Soarin!” you shout.

“Hey. . . you know, I never did get your name,” Soarin said.

“It’s Mary, Mary Sue.”

“Hmm, don’t like it. . . we’ll have to get you a more normal name like Rose Petal or Starry Skies.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well, odd as this may sound, I want to see you more than just once every few weeks. What we had was special, and I was wondering if you’d like to come visit Equestria with me.”

“Is that possible?”

“That’s where it gets tricky,” he explains. “You see, humans aren’t allowed to come back. In fact, I’m not sure what they’d do if they caught one sneaking through. Ponies, on the other hoof, are always welcome in Equestria. . .”

You think about it for a moment. “Wait, so if I can’t go as a human you’re suggesting I go as a pony? How would I trick them into thinking I’m a pony?”

Soarin pulls a bottle out of his saddlebag, setting the azure potion on the ground. “That’s the easy part. I had to call in a few favors, collect some things, and I got a zebra I know to make this potion. I paid well for it, and she’s always done right by me in the past. . . if you drink it, then you should be turned into a pegasus mare.”

“And if things don’t work right?” you ask.

“Well, it could turn you into a zombie velociraptor. The odds of that are like, one in ten, so I doubt it’ll happen!”

You nibble on your lip, weighing the pros and cons. Pros: tons of pony sex with Soarin. Cons: Leaving your life behind to live on another planet. Pros: Largest cock you’ve ever known inside your now-smaller pony body. Cons: Your family wondering where you vanished too. Pros: No more taxes, traffic, or idiot human boyfriends. Cons: No more cheeseburgers.

“Do they have fetish stores where you come from? Latex and stuff?” you ask.

“Of course, but if you agree you can’t really take much back with you. Customs will think we visited Earth for a three-way but they’ll still confiscate anything you bring back that we don’t already have in Equestria.”

“So this means we’re dating, I’m not gonna get to the other side and find out you have a wife and kids?”

Soarin chuckles. “No, I don’t. I’m sorta famous where I come from but I can’t stand all the fan-mares constantly chasing me. You, on the other hoof, are pretty awesome and I think we should basically rut each other’s brains out when I’m not doing air shows.”

You walk over and lift up the bottle, examining it. “Hmm, well, they say you only live once. What the hell.”

You pop the cork off and begin to drink it. “Now what?” you ask.

“You might want to take your clothes off, they’ll just tear anyway.”

You take off your clothes leaving them in a pile. You suddenly realize someone is going to have to come pack up all your stuff, explain why you’ve vanished. A feeling of guilt begins to run through you.

“I may have been a tad hasty. . . what will everyone think when I’m gone? They could find out about your existence!” you say.

“Don’t worry, when we get back we’ll tell them there was an accident. They have people that can come clean this all up for us.”

“That’s sounding a tad creepy. I’m no—not so sure anymore.”

Sorain walked over to you. Sitting down allowed him to brush your cheek. “It’s okay.”

You smile and feel all the hairs on your body standing up. Your skin is tingling and soon the goosebumps are replaced by ultra-fine hairs. Looking down, you see faint pink hairs on your belly. They tickle, and soon notice them spreading and darkening. Soon, a light blue coat of hairs has covered your body.

You smile, realizing your jaw feels different. You begin to feel your face with your fingers, realizing that the pulling sensation you are now feeling is your face elongating into a muzzle. Your nose rounds out, turning cold and wet.

You try to feel your ears with your fingers but the tingling is so intense you can no longer move them. Looking at them, you see two hooves shaped like small suction cups. You’re able to bend them in ways a hoof shouldn’t be able to bend. Your entire arm is tingling and you realize it’s even more flexible than when you were human.

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel something painful tearing the skin on your back. Large bumps form, before something bursts through. Looking behind you reveals two wings beginning to grow feathers, twitching gently.

You look back at soarin who suddenly seems taller. A quick glance around reveals that you have shrunk down to his height. A focused tingling starts to burn around your tailbone. You lean forward, allowing room for the change to occur. You feel long hairs being pushed out of your skin as new muscles attach near your tailbone.

In moments you have a long minty green tail to compliment the light azure fur over the rest of your body. You feel your hair falling out of your head, with a stripe of longer green hair spreading along your spine.

Your feet are the last thing you feel changing, being drawn in shorter and rearranged into those of a pony. You close your eyes as they begin to tingle and burn. Opening them up once the tingling stops reveals your two emerald eyes to Soarin.

You notice Soarin has taken off his flight suit. You try to stand up on your new legs, ending up in a tangled heap on the floor. Your balance is all wrong.

You notice him smiling and watching patiently. You manage to right yourself and sit up. “How will—” You stop, noticing your voice is now higher pitched and more equine. “How will I go back to Equestria with you?

“Wow, you look beautiful. When the spell triggers to bring me back, it’ll also bring back any other nearby ponies,” Soarin explained. “I suppose I should teach you how to walk a little better, and when you’re feeling up to it, we can spend the rest of the night making love.”

You look at his erect dick, and back at your moist pussy. If he filled you up before, then it’s likely you’ll feel fit to burst now that you’re smaller. Already you’re forgetting about those you’ve left behind. You and Soarin are going to spend the rest of your lives having amazing kinky sex.

Fluttershy in: Mother May I? Fp/M NC *****

Fluttershy arrived back to find the apartment in good order. She was grateful the foalmula must have worn off her human, allowing him to resume his normal life. She had never intended to leave him laying in the middle of his floor in a diaper.

She found him watching a television in his living room. “Oh, my baby!”

“Gah!” he cried out. “What are you doing back here? I lost my job thanks to you!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. . . um, if it’s okay with you I’d like to make it all better.”

He tried to be angrier, recalling how sick he had gotten when he forced himself to eat a hamburger. He remembered how the only things in his mind were the four laws of pony sex. Even now, he just wanted to make Fluttershy happy.

“Your stare, whatever you did ruined me!”

“Oh um. . . I’m sorry. . . if it’s okay with you, come back and Twilight can fix it!”

He wanted to say no, and quickly averted his gaze so she couldn’t stare at him again. The only thing he could think of though was the final rule. He had to make Fluttershy happy. “Ok.”

“Oh wonderful, now, I just need you to get naked and lay down so I can smuggle you home,” Fluttershy explained.

“I’d really rather not,” he said as his body obediently did so anyway.

“Oh dear, you’re right, that stare really packed a punch,” she giggled.

Now that he was undressed he mumbled to himself about how much his life sucked.

“Do you know why I like babies? Why I’ve always wanted one?”

“No,” he replied. “I feel like you’re going to tell me anyway.”

“Babies are so innocent and happy. They don’t have to worry about a job, or paying bills. Nopony ever yells at them or makes them feel bad. Wouldn’t you like to spend the rest of your life happy?” Fluttershy asked.

“Sure, everyone does, but what about T.V. and sex and fast food? There are plenty of happy things in life.”

Fluttershy circled around him as he lay naked, obediently, on the floor. “Oh sure, but wouldn’t it be better to have somepony who loves you unconditionally? Who gets your food, who plays with you, who takes care of every aspect of your life?”

He noticed her staring at him again, but it was already too late to look away. “No, I like being an adult. . .”

“Tell me, are you happy? Before I got here, were you?” Fluttershy asked.

“No, but that’s besides the poi—”

“And when we had sex were you happy?”

“Well, yeah for a few minutes I mean that’s kinda how sex works for dudes,” you explain.

“Now, when I fed you your bottles, were you happy?”

He closed his mouth as he lay on the floor. He had never felt so happy and peaceful as when he had been a baby. All the worries of his life, all his cares, had melted away. Each time Fluttershy smiled, he felt ecstasy. When she fed or burped him, he wanted the moment to never end. Whatever she had done to him, it had made him happy. That scared him.

“I asked you a question,” Fluttershy said, still staring into his eyes. “Were you happy?”

“. . .yes,” he answered.

“Great! So we’re in agreement. You’ll live a much happier life as my baby and I’ll finally get the baby I could never have.”

Fluttershy pulled a bottle out of her saddlebag. “This bottle is special, extra strength. You’re going to drink it now, and while we wait for it to kick in I’m going to get you ready to smuggle home. Lyra showed me how.”

“Wait, how again are you gonn—”

Fluttershy interrupts him by shoving the bottle in his mouth. He has no choice but to begin drinking it, as the power of the stare is still suppressing his will.

His body fills with warmth as he reverts to a blissful state of a newborn baby. He begins giggling and cooing, finally free of the stare to move around.

“Good, now for the best part. In order for you to really be my baby, I have to give birth to you. And to smuggle you across, well, mommy needs her baby boy to go for a ride.

He lays on the floor in horror, trapped in his mind. The foalmula is quickly wiping out all his adult thoughts and emotions. He’s returning to that blissful state, unsure if he’ll ever return to normal. In a few minutes, he won’t even remember he ever was an adult.

Fluttershy stands over his feet, pulling the lips of her pussy apart with her hooves. She leans down, resting her pussy over his feet. She begins to push down, enveloping his feet in her pussy

Fluttershy sits back, beginning to tug at the adult human, pulling him into her cooch. He can feel her vagina spreading, then tightening on his ankles. The muscles are pulling him inside of her womb.

While he stares in horror, struggling to maintain some shred of his old self, Fluttershy begins moaning. “Ooh. . . good baby, come to Mommy.”

The pussy has climbed it’s way up to his knees. Each contraction brings him deeper into her womb. The adrenaline is giving him the strength to fight the foggy haze, but he is still too dumbstruck to speak.

Fluttershy’s pussy spreads over his rigid cock, pulsing against it as she pulls him even deeper inside. He has gone limp, his mind no longer remembering what it is like to be sexually aroused. He flails his arms, trying to stop her.

Fluttershy tucks his hands into her pussy, trapping them in its grip. Fluttershy is now up past his waist, his legs folding up inside the womb. She leans over to kiss him on the forehead. “Such a good little baby, we’ll have so much fun together!”

She moans loudly as her vagina passes his shoulders, plopping down on his neck firmly. She stops taking him in while she has an earth-shattering orgasm. He finds himself unable to breathe during the orgasm, finally she stops. Fluttershy pulls the rest of him in.

He finds himself in a stuffy womb, and begins crying. The last vestiges of his humanity and adulthood stripped from him.

“Now now, don’t cry. Mommy is going to deliver you on the other side. I have a crib and toys and everything prepared for you!”

He continues to cry from within her womb, and Fluttershy begins to sing.

“Hush now, quiet now,

it’s time to lay your sleepy head

Hush now, quiet now,

it’s time to go to bed. . .”

Author's Note

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If you made it through all five chapters, you win. Your prize? The sprinkles of plot I hid in the story. I mean, it's still satire, and I didn't force you to read it... so when it gets cranked up to 11, who is really to blame?

Next chapter: Chrysalis x male who hates ponies. You may think you know what happens. You don't.
Then, in two chapters: Lightning Dust and things that go shock in the night.

7. Chrysalis Vents Some Steam

M=>F /Changeling - NC - *****

Chrysalis had a bad day. What kind of a bad day?

Well, a few months ago half her race got vaporized in a “purely defensive” spell cast by one Shining Armor and one Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

Then, she was forced to move into the arctic north and send changelings to feed on cave trolls for love. While good in the sack, cave trolls aren’t much for romantic love.

Before long, they were pretty desperate. So desperate, they discovered they can feed off orgasms. Yep, tasty pony orgasms. They became some of the most efficient rapists in Equestria.

It still wasn’t enough. They could only hit small villages, but Chrysalis soon learned of a new feeding ground. Rich with billions of a creature called “Humans”. Not only did they love, they had orgasms, and they even fought pointless wars.

This was Chrysalis’ kind of species.

She sent herself to Earth for a little fun, and to see if it was safe to send changelings. If half of what Discord said was true, tonight’s gonna be a good night.

Woo hoo.

Sam hates horses. As a child he grew up on a farm. He’d been thrown from the horses, receiving concussions. He had to shovel their pins every day. That was when he learned that horses are only good for two things: turning hay into shit, and making glue.

It should come as no surprise that when Sam saw My Little Pony on T.V., his gut reaction was to vomit. Immediately, all he could think about was how much he hated horses. Ponies, mules, donkeys, anything equine. Eat, shit, fuck, shit, sleep, shit some more...

It should also not be a surprise Sam hates Bronies. Grown ass men in colorful pony t-shirts should not be eating at his restaurant. Hooters is not the kind of place a chef like Sam wants to see Bronies at. These are some high-class waitresses—half of whom he’d given crabs too—and Sam doesn’t like watching a dude in a Rainbow Dash T-Shirt motorboat Cherry Pie. Yes, she had her name legally changed to that. She’s blonde, and it did result in over 20% more tips.

The last thing that should not be a surprise in this frightening case of repetition, is that Sam found a pony laying in his bed when he got home.

Sam walked into his bedroom to find a horrifying sight. There was a giant black horse-creature on his bed with a horn and wings. It was chittering like an insect, and had taken a massive dump on the bed. At least, Sam hoped it was shit, because it was slimy, green, and looked sticky.

If Sam was ever glad to own a pistol, it was right fucking now. He slammed the door to his room closed, and went to the hallway closet. He quickly pulled the gun out of a shoebox—Sam was way too fucking cool to keep it in a gun safe so kids didn’t hurt themselves.

Sam flipped the safety off and remembered to ready a round in the chamber with a Hollywood-style slow motion move, he cocked the gun.

He aimed it at the horrifying black horse-beast that had stepped out of his room, and emptied the clip.

In the space of three seconds and with the accuracy of a drunken stormtrooper, he had put nine rounds downrange at the black pony.

Chrysalis was not amused.

She had caught all nine rounds in her telekinesis, dropping them to the floor. “How amusssing, are all humanssss thisss frightened?”

“What the fuck are you and what’s with the fucking lisp?” Sam shouted.

“Sorry, force of habit.”

“And how the fuck did you catch the bullets in mid-air! The muzzle velocity of my glock is over 9000 feet per second! That’s not possible! It is physically impossible to use magic to stop bullets! I FUCKING HATE YOU AND ANYONE WHO THINKS THEY CAN STOP BULLETS WITH MAGIC!” Sam screamed, as if his hard-on for scientifically accurate physics mattered against a magical fucking pony.

“I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t calm down I’m going to make this evening much worse for you.”

Sam hit the eject button, and as the clip fell to the ground he grabbed a new clip and shoved it into the gun. He pulled it back, chambering a round, and leveled his stance. This time he fired all nine rounds in a tight spread towards her face.

The bullets fell harmlessly. “Nice try, what’s your name?” Chrysalis asked.

“I’m Sam, what the fuck are you? I fucking hate horses!” Sam shouted.

“My name is Chrysalis, I’m a changeling. I can assume any form I desire. Also, I’m more closely related to ponies than horses. And, if you’d calm down, I could assume the shape of anything you desire. Famous humans, ooze, Rainbow Dash. . . just name it.”

“Wait, Rainbow Dash? You mean that rainbow-colored freak?” Sam dropped the gun and reached into the closet, pulling out a baseball bat.

“Yes, so you are familiar with us? No doubt from the T.V. show. And Celestia told Discord he could never get a reality T.V. show on the air. Discord was right, you humans really will watch any shitty reality T.V. show.”

Chrysalis advanced on the human. “You know, what they don’t show on the reality T.V. show My Little Pony? The wedding was staged. I pulled my punches.”

Just as Chrysalis reaches forward to bite his neck and inject him with her venom, Sam swings the bat directly into her head.

There is an ear splitting crack as her exoskeleton splinters. “I hate horses and bugs! Die freak!” Sam swings the bat again.

The bat splinters in mid-air and Chrysalis looks up at him, eyes glowing green. “Very well, I haven’t gotten to explore the full limits of my magic in such a long time.”

“Die in a fir—”

Chrysalis shot a giant wad of mucus into his mouth, sealing it shut. She then shoved him to the floor of his hallway and pinned his hands and feet in the goo. She continued to retch, covering him in a special secretion until his whole body was encased on the floor.

“Now, this is a special bit of magic. You see, not only changelings can change their shape. We can also change the shape of others. . .well, at least I can. The last changeling powerful enough to do so died.” Chrysalis looked down at the struggling human. “Oh, I killed him of course to feast on his soul and gain his power, but that’s besides the point.

“Now as you’re probably noticing, there is green energy arcing all along your body. I had planned to feast off your love and orgasmic energies all night, but then you had to go and try to bash my brain in with a baseball bat.

“Don’t get me wrong, the gun was really cute. The bat however? That was just rude. So, instead of just forcing you to come to climax over and over, I’m going to make you regret your pitiful life.

“I’m turning you into a pony. My little sex pony.”

Chrysalis began to laugh, and Sam tilted his head to look down in horror. The phlegm she had coughed all over him had hardened, but inside the cocoon he could see four pony limbs. If Sam could have spoken, he would have sworn at her for turning him into that which he hated most. Luckily for Chrysalis, and the neighbors, he was incapable of shouting.

It only took a few minutes for the unlucky brony-hating pony-despising horse-racist of a human to be turned into a pony. Sam had only one small consolation: Horses really did shit too much. No matter what torture Chrysalis had planned for him, it wouldn’t change the fact they are walking shit factories.

“Now, Samantha, allow me.” Chrysalis’ horn glowed and the ooze evaporated.

Sam was covered in slime, slippery, and unfamiliar with his new body. He rolled over and tried to scramble to his feet. Chrysalis watched and laughed as he face-planted over and over. Finally he fell on his ass, and rolled over onto his back.

Sam looked down between his legs and instead of a penis, he found a large equine vagina.

“What the fuck!” Sam squeaked. His voice was dainty and feminine.

“Oh dear, I forgot the most important part.” Chrysalis walked up to him and bit him in the neck. The venom spread through his body, sapping him of the will to resist her influence. “I can only feed on the love of ponies and the orgasms of ponies. I do so hope you’ll enjoy our special night.”

Chrysalis began cackling madly. Sam felt like he’d had too many bears and was woozy. “Wha. . . will you do to me?”

Sam’s head began tingling. “I’m probing your mind, finding your darkest secret fetishes, and I will use them to bring you to climax. My venom will prevent you from fleeing, and allow me to trap you in a state of orgasm until I either get full, or you die of exhaustion. Want to place a bet?”

“Yeah,” Sam whimpered. “I’ll see you in hell.” He stood up and bashed his head against the wall as hard as he could, accomplishing little more than a splitting headache.

Laughter filled the air. “Oh this is just too perfect. I’ll have to send every changeling over here! If you behave, maybe I’ll even take you back with me!”

“I’d rather die, you shit-spewing horse!” Sam yelled.

“Hmph, such a mouth. Luckily, you have quite a thing for these Japanese and I found quite the interesting fetish in your memory,” Chrysalis said.

Sam’s eyes went wide in horror. Fuck, she found my Bukake fetish...

“This Hentai sounds quite fun. Shall we begin, Samantha?” Chrysalis asked.

Several black tentacles appeared in the air: long, slimy, and dripping in her mind-controlling orgasm-inducing venom.

“Oh no you don’t!” he squealed as Sam’s new equine body scrambled backwards sluggishly.

“Oh yes I do,” Chrysalis added. Two tentacles grabbed Sam by the chest, constricting on his ribs. No longer able to breathe, he began to gasp for air. Sam thought she could feel his ribs cracking, it was a crushing pain the likes of which he never knew existed.

Sam’s wide open mouth proved too tempting for Chrysallis. She slammed the main tentacle spewing off her horn into his waiting mouth and down his throat. Sam tried desperately to cough the tentacle out but it was useless.

As Sam felt it slither down into her stomach, the extra dose of venom coating the tentacle began to reach his brain. He found his throat numb, and his nerves burning in ecstasy. A slow fire built inside him, and he quickly found himself sucking greedily on the tentacle.

The tentacle continued to slowly pump itself down his throat, through the stomach, and past his maze of intestines. Sam was lost in an unfamiliar world of strange sensation. Finally, he felt the urge to take a shit.

Sam squealed in pleasure as the tentacle burst out of his ass. It had skewered him, mouth to anus, and begun vibrating slowly inside. Sam felt the tentacle slithering further out of his ass. He couldn’t turn to look, but heard the sound of Chrysalis’ licking his juices off the tentacle.

“Oh you filthy whore, you’re enjoying this,” Chrysalis observed.

Sam struggled, only causing another moan of ecstasy. He began suckling the tentacle again, writhing in the grip of the two tentacles nearly crushing his lungs. Chrysalis had relaxed them now that Sam wasn’t going anywhere.

Chrysalis dropped him to his hooves, helping him stand, as she removed the other tentacles. Sam tried lazily to stumble away, but with a tentacle passing straight through him it was futile.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he felt a tentacle jam itself up into his pussy. The unfamiliar sensation was painful at first, and he found the damp, dripping fur between his legs a most alien sensation.

The tentacle that had passed through his mouth and ass, now had made a u-turn and was fucking his pussy hard.

Sam felt so full he thought he would burst. His entire abdomen was distended from the thirty-something feet of tentacle passing through it. His lungs barely able to draw breath around the massive tentacle. And now, several feet of tentacle were thrusting up into the cavity he had been cursed with by the demon-horse minutes ago. The tentacle probed his pussy and Sam found it. . . satisfying.

Sam began bucking against the tentacle, and found himself looking at Chrysalis with a hungry longing in his eyes.

“Yes. . . so much love to feed off of. And my little slut wants more?” Chrysalis said.

She materialized five tentacles. Four of them went to Sam’s legs, pulling them as wide apart in a spread eagle as she could without dislocating the bones. The fifth, Chrysalis wrapped around Sam’s neck, nearly choking him.

Sam couldn’t hold it back anymore. As much as he wanted to resist, he needed to come. He had to orgasm and release the pent up fire burning in his belly. Every fiber of his being begged for release, and yet it seemed Chrysalis was somehow holding him on the edge and not letting him climax.

Sam was rocked back and forth by the tentacles on his legs, assisting the tentacle skewering him as it fucked him. It felt so good he barely noticed the large bulge passing down the tentacle. Several more, larger bulges began passing down the tentacle.

Something large filled Sam’s mouth, bringing back his forgotten gag reflex. He felt something stretch his throat, cutting off his air supply, before passing further down the tentacle. He breathed a sigh of relief, before another lump hit his mouth.

Bulge after bulge passed through the tentacle, blocking off his airway. Each one pushed him closer towards the edge that Chrysalis wanted to prolong him reaching.

He was able to notice between watery eyes that Chrysalis was sitting against the wall in bliss. She was guiding the tentacles to fuck him, while using one to fuck herself. Her horn was being bathed in emerald energy, the tendrils of which were flowing out of Sam to feed her.

The bulges began pumping out of Sam’s ass. The load passing through the tentacle was nearing the end of it’s journey. Several more bulges pushed past his ass, stimulating him even more.

The first load entered his pussy, where a tentacle had coiled like a corkscrew. It was rubbing his vagina furiously, and he found his muscles contracting in their own rhythm. The load reached the end of the tentacle, spewing out inside him. It filled him up, dripping out onto the floor, and lubricating him.

The tentacle began to coil more and thrust faster and faster. Another load, this one barely fitting into his taut pussy, entered inside and exploded. Most of it ended up on the floor as his vagina was not big enough to hold it in.

Seven more loads entered, each one hotter and larger than the last. Each one coated him, leaving him full and feeding the increasing burn inside him. His blurred vision could make out Chrysalis, fucking herself and him furiously.

Sam finally felt the explosion he had been waiting for. As every muscle quivered and contracted, his mind lit ablaze with ecstasy. Each time he contracted, the tentacles contracted back. He was being squeezed by the tentacles on the outside, and expanded by the one on the inside.

The tentacles grinded him between their grasp, causing burning pain to mix in with the pleasure. His entire body was so awash in the pleasure that it consumed him. He was no longer Sam, he was just the pleasure.

Then he felt it leaving him. Through his pained vision, he saw pink energy swirling off him towards Chrysalis. His orgasm had lost the passion, the enjoyment, as she slowly fed off of it.

Sam squealed the best he could, upset at her for robbing him his one small moment of pleasure. The harder he struggled to resist, the more he fueled the orgasm. The more he fueled it, the less he felt it.

Chrysalis finally had gotten full. She reversed the flow of the magic draining Sam. Like a bursting dam, the full force of his orgasm returned and then tripled. His vision blacked out at the pleasure. In what could have been seconds, or hours, he lost consciousness. His entire existence hinged around that single orgasm, locking him in a state of sheer pleasure until he awoke hours later.

Sam woke up from his nightmare dripping wet with sweat. He stretched his sore jaw, only to find something inside it. He bit down and the fleshy invader expanded back. Sam opened his eyes, seeing the large black tentacle passing through him. Every muscle felt sore and exhausted.

He groggily fought to turn around and look for Chrysalis. The tentacle was still skewering him, and began steadily pounding his pussy when it sensed him wake up.

Already he was feeling the aphrodisiac again, and struggled to locate his captor while he still had a sound mind. He looked towards the end of the tentacle, but instead of Chrysalis, he found it firmly attached into a pile of her phlegm. The tentacle seemed to be alive under it’s own power now.

“Good morning, Samantha. That was quite a fulfilling night,” Chrysalis said.

Sam, or Samantha now, apparently, turned to address her. She was standing near the bedroom, and waved a hoof.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to leave you here and store up a mind-shattering orgasm to feast on later. Don’t worry, my tentacle will keep you on the edge for the next 12 hours. When I come back, if you’ve been a good pony, I’ll feed again.”

Sam groaned and used his legs to stand up and try to rip the tentacle out. It was futile, the single thick tentacle skewering and fucking him prevented escape.

“Now now, I’m not an evil mistress. If you behave and help me train some new changelings tonight, I’ll take you back to Equestria with me. You can live in my room at the hive, I’ll even take the tentacle out when I’m not using it on you. Samantha, you’ll be my personal pet and source of love and orgasms forever.”

Sam’s eyes went wide in horror as he stared at Chrysalis down five feet of slimy tentacle. He saw a small load of the aphrodisiac pulse down the tentacle, passing through his mouth and towards his pussy.

“Yes, I can make you live forever, Samantha. You were so. . . delicious, that I’m sure this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Oh, and just to keep it interesting, I evolved a special gland in the tentacle to shock you at random intervals.”

Sam felt a jolt pass through him, ruining the buzz of an orgasm he had brewing.

“See you in twelve hours, Samantha!”

Author's Note

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And you thought Fluttershy's human had it bad. It's all a matter of perspective though: Samantha is going to live the rest of eternity in an endless state of mind-blowing orgasm. Let's just hope the next human doesn't suffer an even worse fate at the hands of:

Satire!

8. Lightning Dust's Day Off

Fp/F C ***

You lay down to get some sleep, perhaps even to dream of something erotic and kinky. You once had a dream that you were wrapped in saran wrap, dropped in a box full of packing peanuts, and shipped to Egypt to join a harem. Another time, you had a dream of being turned into a store mannequin and being disassembled and reassembled over and over.

You just wish, for once, you're impossible fantasies could come true. Something truly shocking, and cheaper than the nights you spend once a month at a local dominatrix’s house.

Suddenly a pony appears.

You don’t question how you know it’s a pony, and not a horse or a mule. Instead, you’re just grateful to have a new friend. Besides, it’s colored teal with yellow hair. Normal horses don’t look that way, and you don’t know why you’re still incoherently remembering a two-week old argument on the internet.

“Hi, I’m Lightning Dust, and I’m here to fuck you.”

“Um. . . okay, how do we get started?” you ask.

“I. . . wait, you mean, you want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? It sounds like fun, and besides, I ran out of AA batteries.”

“Oh, alright. Then I just need you to put this on, bitch.”

Lightning Dust throws you a large rubber gag. It’s shaped to inflate outwards and prevent you from biting your tongue or cheeks. It’s shaped vaguely like a butterfly.

You place the gag in your mouth, inflating it up on yourself a little. You strap it around your head tightly, before inflating it some more. Realizing you’re still in your pajamas, you slide them off and present yourself to Dust, spread eagle.

“Sweet, usually I have to zap them a few times to make it to this stage,” she says. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?”

Dust flies up over your head, landing with her pussy in your face. You reach up to push her off, when she sends a jolt of electricity through your body. You’re stunned for a brief moment after trying to shove her off, deciding that this isn’t some wild fantasy dream, and that you’d rather not get electrically raped.

She begins rubbing her snatch back and forth across your nose. Some of her juices are already finding their way into your nose and it’s getting difficult to breathe. You try to push her off a little more gently this time, and you motion her towards your closet. Dust seems to take the hint.

“Oh, you want some foreplay or something right?” She flies over to the closet and opens it and begins tearing the clothes off the hangers.

You walk over to help her out, pulling down several boxes of bondage gear and electric toys. Already the taste of the rubber gag in your mouth has you wet with anticipation.

“Awesome, let’s go!” Dust shouts. She starts to drag you towards the bed. You’re about to take the gag off to tell her to slow down, there is no need to rush. She interprets this as an escape attempt and fries you with bolt of lightning.

You land back on the bed, twitching, and smiling through the gag. She seems to have great control over the amount of current she delivers to you.

Dust jumps on top of you and sees you’re still awake. “Oh, you must play with electricity a lot. Here, this ought to do the trick.”

You hear a loud crack and smell something akin to blood before blacking out.

You come to on your bed, right where Dust left you. Both of your wrists are sore and you try to pull them towards you to examine them. They’re being held apart, wide above your head, by what feels like a spreader bar. You had forgotten you even had spreader bars, as you haven’t had a boyfriend who enjoyed it when you played rough for a while.

The spreader bar seemed chained to the wall. You tugged sharply on it, and felt electricity tear through your right arm and down, out your left leg. Unlike with the pony, this was quite painful. It was a larger charge than any of your toys, yet if she’d plugged you directly into an outlet the circuit breaker would have flipped.

“Oh, I see you found the—what do you call it?—Car battery! I’m quite the electrician back where I come from,” Dust explains. She flies over and lowers her muzzle down next to your ear. “I also have quite the libido.”

“Wha you doin?” you mumble. You realize she’s removed the butterfly gag and given you a metal ring gag.

“Oh, I’m just getting your motor running. And with that new gag, maybe this time you can do a more convincing job! If you do, I’ll make it worth your while, human.”

Dust plops her plot back down on your face. This time she’s able to line her pussy up to your mouth. You feel her lips quivering against yours, and you stick your tongue out. You do your best to lap at her folds as she grinds against your face. Each time your tongue enters her pussy, you feel a small shock like licking a nine-volt battery. You probe around the rest of her sex, finding that each part carries a different charge. The clit in particular is enjoyable, sending a tickling sensation down your spine when you lick at it.

You stick your tongue back into her pussy, seeing how deep you can get it. Both of your lungs are starting to burn from lack of air, so you tilt your head back to get some distance for a breath. This drives your tongue further in against the walls of her pussy. No sooner have you taken a breath, then you feel another jolt go through your body. It’s stronger, but Dust is still keeping it in check as her rhythm of breathing and grinding on your face increases it’s pace.

You try to bend your knees to fix some of the discomfort. As you pull them close you can feel they are also hooked to a spreader bar. You’re trapped there spread eagle by the two spreader bars, and hear a clinking sound. As your legs pulled up to relieve the strain on your knees, you triggered the car battery again.

This time the shock feels worse. It courses through your chest, causing you to bite down on part of Dust’s marehood. She was so close to the edge that the electric shock and the sensation of pain from your bite sends her over the edge.

She pushes her snatch down on your face as hard as she can, using sheer force and your nose to stimulate herself as she comes. You feel her juices flowing over your face, and her plot completely sealing your face off from air. Her thighs are tightening up around your head as she comes.

Just when you think her orgasm is over, the true orgasm began. A surge of electricity flows out of her, directly into your head. Every muscle in your body convulses, activating the car battery.

The pain overwhelms your brain, scrambling your senses. Your entire body is twitching and tingling as Dust cums, charging the car battery, and using you to do it. Dust is clenching your head tightly as she comes down from the orgasm, and the confused nerves throughout your body are experiencing a euphoria as the shocking subsides.

Dust stands up weakly, dripping a trail down your chest as she walks to the end of the bed. You take a gasp of fresh air, and your panting draws Dust’s attention. She smiled, glancing down at your snatch. You always kept it clean shaven and it appears to turn the pony on.

She licks up your juices, sending a shiver up your spine as her tongue caressed the outside of your pussy. “You seemed to enjoy that?” Dust grins, a hint of wickedness in her eyes. “We can do better, truly scramble the feeling of pain,” Dust stabs a hoof into your snatch, eliciting a whelp. “And pleasure,” she runs the hoof back up it gently, the static electricity arcing off her hoof and tickling your clit in a way you didn’t know possible.

Your breathing is fast and heavy again as you feel her jump off the bed. Sounds of your toyboxes being overturned reach your ears before she finally jumps back up on the bed.

“Looky what I found!” she says. She fumbles with some earplugs before managing to jam the small things into your ears. She then fastens a leather blindfold around your head, blocking your sight. The thick leather also does a decent job a further muffling her voice.

“Taak mee” you mumble through the ring gag.

“Oh, I will, my little human.” You hear something unclick, and Dust shoves a metal penis gag into your mouth. It was designed for electrical play and locks in with the ring gag. You feel the wires brushing your face and wonder what point there is to a AA powered toy when you’re hooked up to a living tesla coil.

You gasp as you feel something cold and wet against your ass. Anal play was something you had only done occasionally, with very special partners. So when one of your largest metallic butt plugs slid between your cheeks you squirmed to get away. Your ass was still tight, and you were proud of that.

Tugging on the spreader bars to squirm out of the way rewards you with another shock. This time, it originates from the gag in your mouth and exits out the butt plug Dust is manipulating. It looks like she wired the car battery to the toys instead of the spreader bars.

“Deep breath,” Dust commands.

You feel her jam the lubed up plug into place, causing you to tense all your muscles. It makes it even harder to get in, but when it finally pops into place you’re rewarded with a feeling of fullness you’ve never known before. That plug looked like a monster at over eight inches long, and you were amazed it had all fit inside you. You consider pushing it out for a moment, but the flare of the butt plug is too wide inside you to get out without help.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Dust asks.

She leans over and begins to lap at your sex again with her tongue. It’s sending small shivers down your spine with each stroke, and the small hairs across your body stand on end from the static charge.

Dust sticks her tongue deep between the walls of your pussy, causing you to shudder in pleasure. You hear a barely audible click as Dust pushes a button, sending a jolt from the car battery through you.

It hurts the sensitive tissue of your mouth and anus, but Dust’s tongue pushes in deeper taking your mind off the pain and putting it back on the pleasure. You feel her swirl her tongue around a few times, surprising you with it’s length, before pulling back out.

You tense up expecting the shock, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you hear a snap and a whip lands across your stomach. You jerk on the spreader bars in pain, triggering another electric shock. Once you stop quivering, you hear Dust speaking loudly to get past the earplugs.

“Better hold still for the next one.”

She brings the whip down, the loud snap it makes as she gets ready to hit you is all the warning that reaches you through the heavy bondage. This time it lands along your ribs on the left side and you manage to tense up and avoid triggering the car battery.

You hear her talking again, but not loud enough to make out the words. A crack, and a sharp string across your left breast. You jerk the spreader bar shocking yourself, which elicits you to tense up, yanking even harder on the bars.

You feel Dust do something, turning the battery off. She begins caressing your stomach, and you feel her lifting something over you. Wondering what torture awaits after this small reprieve, you tremble slightly.

Dust has another toy, and at first you don’t recognize it. The cold, polished metal dildo is slid gently past your folds. It fills you up, slowly sliding through the walls of your vagina and coming to rest against your cervix. You smile to the best of your abilities, recognizing your favorite toy now. It fills you up completely, and has several settings of both vibration and electrical shocks.

The toy begins to vibrate as Dust fastens some straps around your waist to hold it in place. Already you’re rushing towards the orgasm you’ve been skirting around all night.

Dust has other plans. You hear the crack of the whip and it lands on your inner right thigh. The car battery goes off without a hitch as you recoil, flowing to the now vibrating butt plug and dildo. Even sooner than last time, your mind ignores the pain and focuses on the enjoyable vibrating sensations.

For a moment, that jolt almost seemed pleasurable.

Another crack, but this time you hold still, knowing another shock could stop the climax you’re building towards. Just a few more seconds should do it. The whip cracks down on your stomach, and doesn’t faze you. Dust shifts her weight on your bed, frustrated she hasn’t interrupted you yet.

The whip cracks, landing on your left breast. This time you spasm before you can overpower the urge, shocking yourself. You feel a mix of pleasurable pain from the shock, and the vibrators massaging the walls of your pussy speeding up.

Dust can tell you’re close, and you feel her shift position again. She begins rubbing her pussy against your nose, soaking the leather straps around your head. They seem to be pleasing her as you climb towards a mutual orgasm.

A loud crack, and the whip lands on your left leg. Dust is still trying to toy with you when you’re almost there. You focus on timing your breathing and ignoring the whip, but you can’t do both. The next crack of the whip causes you to flinch, tugging at the car battery. Dust didn’t even strike you that time.

The voltage flows through you, stimulating Dust and blanketing your mind in pleasure. It can no longer distinguish between the pain of the shocks and the pleasure of the ever-increasing vibrators. You realize as Dust sits on your face, she has a vibrator of her own deep in her pussy. She must be sitting on your face just to remind you who is in charge here.

The whip lands on your leg again, snapping you out of your thinking. Even the whip is pleasurable now. You realize you’ve reached the point of no return and begin writhing as muscles throughout your body go on autopilot.

Dust clenches down on your face, cutting off your air, as you go over the edge. Just as you climax, you yank on the spreader bars with all your might. The car battery activates, electrocuting you, but it feels like pure euphoria. The waves of pleasure from the orgasm combine with the electricity to send you to new heights.

You can’t hear, breath, see, or taste. You can only feel. Waves of pleasure radiating through you from your mouth to your pussy. The quivering muscles of the mare clutching tightly to your face. The vibrators, seeming to slow down along with time as each pulse from the vibrator pushes you ever-higher.

Mere moments later, you’re floating in space. Everything is white and you no longer feel anything but pleasure. You can’t tell the restraints are there, and no longer feel Lightning Dust. All you know, all you care about, is the euphoria. It defines you, surrounds you, there is nothing but the peace and the euphoria.

You’ve never felt this wonderful.

You awake in the morning to find the restraints unlocked and your bondage gear scattered around the room. There is no sign of the pony, however, the alarm clock and television seem to have been fried in a power surge. Wisps of smoke are coming off the appliances, and you wonder how you didn’t die last night.

You roll over and sigh in contentment. Maybe next time you can try out a defibrillator.

Author's Note

Ran out of serious things to write, so more FPS ahead! (Like, more tonight, because I can.)

9. Eating Derpy's Muffin

Fp/M NC *****

Meet William.

He likes to make everyone call him Bill, because that makes perfect sense. Just like people named Robert who want to be called Bob or Bobby, it’s not his fault people don’t understand.

Anway, Bill... I mean William, was about to get a special visitor.

As he sat at his computer desk writing a rather pointless chapter that was far too meta, there was a loud popping sound behind him. He turned away from his Adventure Time story, which was about Fin and Jake having gender-bender sex while Princess Bubblegum used her bubblegum to restrain them as she pounded them in the. . .

William saw a strange grey creature in the room with him. The same grey creature that had interrupted his fan fiction mid-sentence.

“What on Earth are you?” William asked.

“Hi, I’m Derpy! And I came so you could eat my muffin,” she explained.

“I. . . wait what? My name is Bill,” William lied, “and what are you?”

Derpy giggled. “Don’t be silly, I’m a pegasus! I got sent here and they promised you’d eat my muffin!”

William stared at the creature in shock, his eyes drifting down to the hair concealing her pussy. He averted his gaze out of a sense of misplaced modesty. “And if I don’t?” he asked.

The grey mare’s lip began to quiver, and her right eye began to wander. Her eyes sparkled with moisture as a single tear began to fall. “Y-you don’t w-want to eat m-my muffin?” she cried.

William tried to look away, to look anywhere or think of something, but the poor creature was worse than a sad puppy. “No! I’ll—okay I’ll eat your muffin!”

Derpy leapt into the air and began flying in circles, her saddlebags hanging from her sides. “Yes yes yes!”

He sighed and walked over to the bed. William had read enough fan fiction to know that there are no STD’s or unplanned pregnancies in them. He figured, since talking ponies aren’t real, that he was either in a dream or a really bad fan fiction about beastiality.

William sat down on his bed and sighed, Derpy landing right next to him. “Okay, Billy, close your eyes.”

He flopped back on his back with a sigh. I hope she’s taken a shower. William flinched as something touched his lips.

He opened up his left eye and saw something white with blue spots. William sat up, taking the blueberry muffin in his hands. “Wait, you brought muffins?”

“Of course I did silly, and you’re supposed to eat them! Pinkie Pie said so!”

He shook his head for a second, and decided to taste the muffin. It was very soft and moist, melting in his mouth. His tongue seemed to tingle as the sweet blueberries released their juice between his teeth. He swallowed it all, greedily.

William continued to eat the delicious muffin, letting each wave of flavors explode in his mouth. “This—is the best muffin—I’ve ever had.”

“Of course it is!” Derpy cheered. She smiled widely and did her best to keep both eyes focused on him.

“Heh, it’s too bad you don’t have more muffins for me to eat. I had a very,” your eyes drift down to her snatch, “different idea.”

“Hey sailor! Eyes up here!” Derpy ordered.

William looked up and meet her wandering eye and smiled. She’s holding out another muffin for him to eat.

This muffin was black, with molten black chocolate chunks and smaller white chips of chocolate.

William wasted no time shoving it in his mouth. He couldn’t get her entire muffin in, yet he continued to smash it against his face like a child. Already the chocolate was melting in his mouth, not his hands, which for a bachelor is exactly where you do not want it melting.

The chocolate came in several flavors. As he sorted out the large muffin in his mouth with his tongue, he could taste the dark chocolate chunks. They were still warm, and surrounded by the cool white chocolate chips. The crust itself was layered leading down into the creamy center of the muffin. A single large dollop of chocolate frosting rest at the heart of the muffin. William stuck his tongue in and licked it all out.

“Wow, got anymore?” he asked.

“Sure do! This is wonderful!” Derpy said. She giggled and pulled another muffin out of her saddlebag.

“So uh, how’d you end up here?” he asked.

“Oh that’s easy. I was sad because nopony asked if I wanted to visit Earth. Then Pinkie saw me, there was this rude stallion that stood me up on a date. Pinkie was like oh that’s okay Derpy I know exactly what will cheer you up! I’ll get you on the next teleport to Earth and you can have a human eat your muffin! It’s perfectly safe and all your fantasies will come true! That’s when I knew I would finally have someone who could judge how tasty my muffin is, without any bias!”

William took the proffered strawberry muffin. “So, you came here to get an unbiased opinion on your muffins?”

“Sure did!” Derpy chanted “So, how are they?”

“They’re fucking aweso—”

“Language, mister!” Derpy dove on William, pinning him to the bed. Her wings flared and she used them to pin him down. A bar of soap appeared, as if out of nowhere, and Derpy thrust it into Williams mouth.

“MMph! MAmph mmpm hemmck?”

“If you’re gonna use dirty language, I’m gonna have to clean your mouth out with soap!”

William finally managed to get her off of him when her point was proven. “Ew, okay, I’m sorry. Can we go back to eating your muffin?”

“Alright, here it is. I’m keeping an eye on you though, Mister.”

William took the strawberry muffin up and put it in his mouth. This time he ran his tongue along it’s edge a few times. He lapped at the berry, suckling it gently to sample it’s flavor. It was very fresh, and reminded him of a summer spent at a cabin on a lake with his highschool sweetheart. He hadn’t seen Tom since, but what they had was magical.

He continued to slowly eat the muffin, preferring to let it last as long as possible. He didn’t want to finish the muffin, but before he knew it, the muffin was gone. His stomach was starting to feel pretty full.

“Here, and here!” Derpy said, handing him two more muffins. “I had to bake them so we don’t have much time, you’re gonna have to hurry if you want to eat my muffin!”

William looked around confused. Is she still talking about the muffins, or her muffin? “Hey, I’m kinda full.”

Derpy frowned, her eyebrows sagging. Tears began to roll down her cheeks again, as if on cue. “But I need a dozen flavors rated on a scale of one to twelve with no duplicates. Then we can discuss pricing and muffin displays—” She stopped talking as the tears turned to sobs.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’ll eat your muffin, all of it—them,” he said.

William took the pumpkin spice muffin and caressed it with his lips. A sweet scent reached his nose as he held it against the muffin. He took several bites until his mouth was full. This time he focused on eating out of the wrapper more quickly, as he had never been a big fan of pumpkins.

The next one appeared to be plain vanilla. William stuck his tongue inside the muffin. It was sugary and sweet, like a cookie. It remained warm and moist, despite the cool air in the room. The sweet liquid seemed to pool around his tongue, allowing him to drink the sweet nectar. He closed his eyes and finished eating the delicious muffin.

Derpy was ready for him this time, having three more muffins laid out.

“Seriously? How many flavors of muffins are there?” he asked.

“Seven hundred and fifty eight flavors, more if you’re a carnivore,” Derpy explained matter-of-factly.

William sighed and lifted up a marble muffin. After he puts the muffin in his mouth he notices it is actually neapolitan, and that between the chocolate and vanilla is a delicate pink layer. He focuses on the soft, pink swirl, trying to make it last as long as possible.

Before long he’s left with nothing but crumbs and memories of that silky pink layer of muffin. He makes quick work of a marmelade muffin, one of the stranger muffins he’s put in his mouth in his lifetime.

“Well, almost there, want to rate them?” Derpy asks.

“Uh, sure. The chocolate one was best, then the blueberry, strawberry, vanilla, marmalade, and pumpkin.”

“Thanks, only one muffin to go!”

William tossed the last muffin in his mouth, his stomach so full it was beginning to hurt. It was a familiar taste yet he couldn’t quite place it. He was so greedily enjoying Derpy’s muffin that he didn’t realize it was banana nut until he was done eating it.

“Wait, was that banana n—”

An alarm started beeping, and Derpy lifted her hoof in front of her face. After managing to force her eyes into alignment, she read the time on her watch. “Oh, time to go! See you later, and thanks for eating my muffin human!”

“No, but I’m—”

Derpy popped out of existence, the flash blinding William for a second.

“—allergic to nuts!”

He could feel his throat swelling shut as he stumbled towards the epi pen in the bathroom.

Author's Note

What? I went two weeks without any pony sex and you can't go one chapter?

11. This is what would happen if you had sex with Rainbow Dash

Donated by Parasprite. It wasn't dark enough for him to post.

This is what would happen if you had sex with Rainbow Dash.

DISCLAIMER

IF you are offended by this work of fiction, then you have no sense of humor, cannot take a joke, and are a waste of carbon. One of the Elements of Harmony is the Element of Laughter. Not the Element of Butthurt. Laughter. Learn to laugh your troubles away instead of SCREAMING AT THEM IN ALLCAPS OVER THE INTERNET LIKE A ~~MENTALLY RETARDED JUGGALO.~~ this is redundant because all juggalos are retarded.

Use this picture as a ref. for size.

She just appears on your doorstep one afternoon.

You're in your living room watching your Sonic X My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic DVDs on your Sony Home Entertainment System (or whatever), because you're unemployed and have nowhere to go, when you hear a couple of knocks on the door. The knocking continues as you get up and lumber over to open it, getting more annoying and more incessant with each moment.

Upon the doorstep, you find a curious little creature the size of a small dog, its head barely up to your waist. It's columbia-blue, with a cascading mane and tail of multiple colors like a windswept rainbow. You can see sleek muscles rippling under its coat as it looks up at you with an expression of mild irritation and impatience. It has a pair of wings folded at its sides, despite being equine in nature and not avian. Its thighs are adorned with lightning-bolt-and-stormcloud marks.

Most importantly of all, you realize that this creature is actually your favorite pony from the TV show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash. You instantly know exactly who she is, and because you are a delusional little man with a very slippery grasp on reality, you have no trouble believing it.

"Rainbow Dash?" you say in a blank, near-monotonic voice. Not that anything you say isn't ever just as blank and clueless. Your face reflects nothing at all save for a creepily mindless, yet somehow also obnoxiously smug, soul-piercing stare that reveals your lack of comprehension regarding the world around you, because you have the emotionally expressive range of a dead fish.

Despite being creeped out by your stare, Dash's annoyed look turns to a smirk. She postures a bit. "You've heard of me, huh?"

"Yes. You are the wing-having equine Rainbow Dash. You are a blue Cartoon Pony with a mane that is rainbow colored on the Television show 'My Little Pony' which was created by Lauren Faust using Flash computer Programs and is owned by Hasbro and first aired on October 10th, 2011 on 'The Hub' with its fir--"

"I literally have no idea what the hay you're talking about, dude," Dash cuts in with a yawn. Before you can give her your full 18 paragraph explanation, she asks, "Look, can I come in? It's bucking cold out."

"Yes. You may enter my Self-belonged House." You hold the door open while she scampers inside. By the time it's closed, she's made herself at home on your couch, having pushed all the empty and half-empty hot pocket sleeves onto the floor.

"So," she says.

"What do you want?" you ask her, forgetting all the lessons in the technique of polite social interaction you got from your school counselor in a vain attempt to stop all the beatdowns when you said something stupid and inappropriate. Fortunately, Dash doesn't mind, because she's just as blunt (though far more tactful in all situations than you)

"Well, the last three houses kicked me right out when I said it, and this is gonna sound pretty weird," says Dash, "but I want to have sex with a human."

"Okay," you say immediately. When you start to undress right there, she stops you, looking mildly disturbed.

"Woah, woah. I'm pretty easy, and I know it, but damn, that was too fast. I'm not even wet yet, dude! Calm the hell down and court me a little."

"Okay."

Rainbow Dash's idea of courting, apparently, is having you sit and listen while she recalls her many, many strange sexual encounters, many of which don't even involve normal ponies. She tells you about things like getting double-teamed by a pair of diamond dogs and offering herself as a prostitute to a primitive zebra tribe while dressed as Daring Do. Were you a normal person, you might have also picked up on the fact that doing the kinds of things Rainbow Dash does is indicative of some serious psychological/emotional issues. You might also have picked up on how embarrassed and ashamed she looks while recounting them, and how she obviously knows what she's done is inappropriate and is upset with herself for it.

But because you are Anon, you lack the capacity for empathy, and the only reason you're not scamming people out of billions of dollars via corporate pyramid schemes is because you're also on the retard side of borderline retarded. Thus, all you can think about is the fact that Dash's pussy is dripping onto your couch by the time she finishes talking about that incredibly kinky and disturbing thing she did with Princess Luna and Nightmare Moon last Thursday.

Also because you are Anon, you do not realize that Dash is actually very nervous around you because of your lack of emotional connection to the rest of the world, and is telling the stories of her freaky exploits to you in order to try and get you engaged so she feels more comfortable; kind of like talking about the weather. It's a self-deprecating way of getting you to like her, but we've already established that she's not the healthiest of ponies upstairs when it comes to sexual interaction, and anyway she's here to fuck you, not to start a relationship.

"...so dude, if you're not gonna actually do anything to get me turned on yourself, we might as well just go do it..." she informs you dejectedly after going through all the weird sex anecdotes she can think of, having failed to connect with you due to the fact that you don't recognize the existence of anyone but yourself as worth connecting with. "You got a bedroom, or something?"

"Yes," you reply.

There's a very long pause, which ends when Dash flaps her wings and glides over to land in front of you, a sort of exasperated how-dumb-are-you? expression on her face.

"...can I see it?"

You repeat, "Yes," and don't do anything. Dash rolls her eyes and runs a hoof through her mane, sighing.

"Okay, I guess humans aren't that bright. You're obviously really dumb, anyway. You know what, that's kind of kinky--I don't think I've actually slept with anything that's not sen-tee-ent yet. Did I say that right? Eh, whatever. It's not like Twilight's here to complain. I want you to take me to your bedroom and fuck me," she finally explains, with an unpleasantly self-conscious look on her face that you miss entirely.

"Okay." You lead her down the hall to your bedroom. She jumps up onto your bed with a single flap of her wings. You don't notice it, but she's so light she barely makes an impression on the covers. The reason you don't notice it is that you're staring at her wings, which are still folded at her sides.

"These are supposed to be spaciously Un-folded to their Full Extent when you're sexually Aroused," you remind her her. She looks bewildered by this.

"Sorry, but what the hay are you talking about?"

"You are supposed to experience an Erection of your two Wings when you are Sexually Aroused." Reaching out, you grab her folded wing by some of her feathers and unfold it. She lets out a stifled scream and goes rigid, and you wonder if she's having an orgasm. A wingasm.

"Stopstopstopstopstopstopstop!" Dash pleads as you laugh at your super-clever pun. You let go of her wing to scratch your chin a moment later. She jumps back, eyes wide and breathing very hard.

You start, "Why are they not--" but she interrupts you before you can finish asking about wingboners again.

"Don't bucking touch the wings!"

"Why not?" you ask.

"Because it freaking hurts, stupid! Even the diamond dogs left 'em alone! You got a lotta nerve doing that!"

You cower under her unwarranted verbal assault, your lower lip trembling as you remember getting yelled at for other unfair things; like taking people's things without asking first (how were you supposed to know those video games in the store weren't being given away?) and jacking off in the school bathroom (you had to because a girl you were staring at all through history class made you hard, and people laughed at your obvious erection) and throwing temper tantrums in your late teens. You also start to flap your hands because you're retarded and that's what you do when you're nervous.

Dash continues to look angry for a moment, but eventually she softens, wondering if maybe she overreacted. She sighs and takes a few deep breaths before speaking again.

"I... guess I can forgive you," she says, "'cause you don't have pegasi here and it's not your fault you don't know. Just... don't touch them, okay?"

"Okay," you say, reverting back to your previous good mood, and you start to undress. "But why are they not Hard?"

"They don't get hard, dude," Dash replies, sounding thoroughly confused. "I dunno where you heard that."

"It is in most to every Pornographic Image of pegasuses."

She sighs, giving you that that 'what-is-wrong-with-you?' look again, and shakes her head. "Porn isn't real life, okay? And it's pegasi."

"Okay." You take off your tighty-whities, exposing your unwashed penis and disgustingly hairy testicles.

"Woah," says Dash, her eyes widening, when she sees your semi-erect member. "That's big."

This makes you feel very smug and superior, and you smirk at the awed (really, appalled) pegasus. What you fail to comprehend is that Rainbow Dash thinks your dick is huge because she's is about half your size. None of the creatures she's fucked have had such a huge member, because they're all of reduced stature compared to you as well. The bottom line: you're almost average-sized.

"Advance to me and engage in Intimate Engagements with my Thingy," you say, trying to make bedroom eyes at her. She's unimpressed, still looking a bit apprehensive and very confused.

"What?"

"Advance to me and engage in Intimate Engagements with my Thingy."

She blinks a few times. "You want me to... is that like, you want me to do stuff to your cock?"

"Yes," you reply.

"O-kay then..." Dash says slowly, but she moves back so you can sit down.

You plop down heavily on the bed, and she leans over your lap to nervously inspect your cock.

"It's practically as big as my bucking leg, dude. How the heck do you guys mate with dicks like this?"

"Well," you say with a level of smugness that only a complete retard could achieve, "I am Better Endowed than Average to slightly Larger than average."

Dash looks genuinely worried. "I'm not even sure it'll fit inside me."

"I can get it in if I try," you tell her. She glares at you.

"Wow, and ponies tell me I don't care about their feelings."

"Okay."

"Ugh, you're impossible. I don't know what Lyra sees in you guys. Move your hoof--uh, I mean, hand. I wanna taste it." She flicks her tongue experimentally at the head of your cock. Looking slightly revolted, she moves back and appears to think very hard for a while.

Eventually, she decides to go ahead with it in spite of your communication difficulties, simply because she's so perversely turned on by the idea of being ravished by a creature of primal instinct. Opening her mouth as wide as she can, she takes the bulb of your dick into her mouth and starts suckling on it, her prismatic mane curtaining her face. Objectively, Rainbow Dash is actually terrible at giving head, but you've never experienced anything but your own hand so you don't realize that. You moan loudly and generally act obnoxious, though Dash is determined to get laid with a human and so she ignores your behavior.

Dash, being much smaller than you, can't comfortably fit very much of your dick into her mouth. For this reason, you aren't getting all the stimulation you feel you deserve. You decide to utilize your immense repertoire of skills, such as empathy and sexual experience, by pushing her head down on your cock to get it further in. Dash chokes grotesquely and starts struggling, but she's not strong enough to throw off a creature twice as big as, and seven or eight times heavier than, her.

It's sheer luck you decide to scratch your face and take your hands off her, forgetting what you were just doing, before she loses consciousness. Dash instantly raises her head and throws herself backward against the wall, coughing and gasping. Where before she merely looked irritated with your obtuseness, she now looks scared.

"Dude!" she chokes out. "What the hell was that?"

"What the H*** was what?" you ask, scratching your butt now. Dash gives you a look of complete disbelief.

"That--that thing, where you were choking the living fuck out of me! What the hell?"

"That was from Pornography."

"Pornography is not real life!" Dash screeches, and then goes into another fit of coughing. "D-d-dude, that was fucked up, okay? Next time, think about what you're doing! Did you actually think anypony would like that?"

"I liked it," you reply, not understanding why she's so upset.

She looks like she wants to say something to that, but doesn't. Instead, she nervously edges her way back over to you, never taking her eyes off your face. "Look... just... don't do anything while I'm sucking you off... okay? Just... let me do my thing."

Not comprehending that you're basically taking advantage of a mentally ill pony by this point, since Dash can't seem to stop in spite of how much she obviously wants to, you respond with another "Okay."

Dash finally looks at your cock again. When she puts her mouth on it again, she does it sideways, sucking on the shaft instead. After a while, she seems to get more comfortable again, and you smell something that resembles the smell hanging in the air before thunderstorms. You wonder if it's her snatch, and that makes you wonder what it feels like, so you reach around behind her--Dash is kneeling with her plot in the air--and find her slit.

As you pet it, she starts to groan approvingly, and eventually takes her mouth off your cock to say, "I guess that's better..."

"Okay."

Her pussy is in surprisingly good shape for a mare who's repeatedly been the center of multiple gangbangs, orgies, and other 'interesting' activities with well-endowed creatures. You manage to get your fore and middle fingers into it after some work that has Dash wincing, but she apparently draws the line at your attempt to get a third finger inside. The pegasus pony lets your member pop out of her mouth and turns around silently, kneeling down and raising her plot into the air.

"Just... get it over with," she mumbles.

Anyone with a semi-functional understanding that others might have different thoughts should be able to tell by this point that Dash really doesn't want to go any further, but feels compelled to do so by whatever sickness is inhabiting her brain. If you were to tell her no, she'd just go home and cry herself to sleep on her cloud bed while stroking her tail and wishing she wasn't possessed by such disgusting urges, tell herself she's done with it all, and then show up at somebody else's house a week later anyway.

The least you could do is take a break to let her collect herself, or maybe even turning her around and giving her a hug, which she would gladly accept, and asking if she's really okay with this. She would say yes, but it would make everything so much better if she just knew you cared. Hell, any kind of friendly interaction whatsoever, be it dirty talk or actual conversation, would probably help her feel more comfortable with what she's doing. Maybe she would actually be able to let go of some of her guilt if you connected with her in some way.

But comprehending this is far beyond your emotional maturity. You can only think about fucking Rainbow Dash, your favorite MLP:FIM pony.

You move her tail out of the way to show her snatch. The pink slit is slightly stretched from your abuse earlier, but it's still very small. It's actually kind of cute, being as slippery and innocent-looking as it is, with a little hooded button at the top. You, however, register it not as a magical pegasus pony's reproductive opening, or even the desecrated genitals of a sick pony who should really be in therapy instead of your bed, but as a hole you can stick your dick in without getting in trouble again.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" cries Dash when you touch the head of your cock to her slit. She shifts herself so you can't push in, with your cock being under her instead, pressing against her belly. It's literally up to her stomach, so great is the size difference.

Irritated at the interruption, you snort and grunt like an animal.

Dash now looks completely terrified as she says, "D-dude, please b-be careful... I don't wanna get h-hurt. Please be gentle, a-and go slow... please."

"Okay," you mindlessly agree. Reluctantly, Dash allows you to press your member up against her cunt again. The head isn't even halfway in before she begins to whimper, though you don't understand the relationship between what you're doing and her reaction.

"Kah-kay," she stammers, shuddering. "Tha-a-a-t's f-f-far eno-enough i-in..."

Too horny to think about or care that the hole you're trying to fuck belongs to a thirty-eight pound pastel pegasus pony about half your size, you fail to hear her speaking and continue to slowly feed your five-and-a-half inch dick into her. Five and half inches might be doable for a human woman, as you've seen in porn--but as Dash said, porn is not real life. And nor is your furry porn real life, either; Equestrian ponies don't have the huge rods that the horses of earth do, and their mares are, correspondingly, not as big around or as deep.

It isn't long before Dash starts squirming and whimpering, her vagina already stretched to the point of being painful. You make this worse by jamming a finger in to further widen her, as she's so tight you worry your cock might fall asleep. In your had, you're on top of the world: you have all the video games and social security money you ever wanted and you're fucking the Rainbow Dash on your bed. And yet, what happens next certifies you as the loser your peers always knew you were.

Dash has been trying to muffle her crying by biting her hoof, but the pain, discomfort, and humiliation are finally overriding her compulsive need to have sex with you. The number one rule of normal fucking is don't fucking make her cry, if she cries then you're a total fucking loser. You don't know this, so you keep pushing until she finally gives in and lets go of her hoof.

"Stop!" she pleads, near-hysterically. "Stop, it hurts too much! You're hurting me! Stop!"

Your egotistical mind, however, has tuned out everything but your dick and the perfect little pink cunt it's sliding in and out of. Not so much sliding now, actually, as Rainbow Dash isn't horny at all anymore; she's starting to go dry. The lack of lubrication makes it very difficult for you to get any further in, especially since you've reached another tight point.

Grunting, you give her a good thrust, trying to get past the blockage--which is actually Dash's cervix. Now panicking, Dash opens her wings and frantically tries to push you away from her, afraid that moving will do even more damage. But even her wings aren't strong enough to give your large, padded body more than a good shove.

You reach out and grab her right one, forgetting everything she said earlier about not touching them. Your fat fingers close around its halfway point, crushing and breaking her delicate feathers in your grip, which is far too strong for the situation it's being used in. Dash's left wing keeps fighting you until you catch that one too. This time, it's not just feathers you break; there's also a snapping sound as you snap her hollow avian-like wing bones.

Dash screams at you to let go, too paralyzed by the sudden overload of sensory input from her nerve-rich wings to help herself beyond weak struggling, but your one-track mind tunes her out. You ram yourself into her a few more times, grunting and making strange, inhuman noises of frustration that cause Dash to shed even more tears.

"I don't wanna do this anymore!" wails Dash. "Please stop! Oh, god, you're hurting me!"

At last, your cock tears past her cervix, forcibly dilating it in the span of less than a second. Dash loses all semblance of control and screams for help at the top of her lungs. The sound irritates your sensitive hearing, so you push her forward until her head is pressed between the corner of the wall and the bed, forcing her to bury her face in the bedspread, which muffles the noise as you continue to inch your way into her.

She's screaming stop, stop, stop as loud as she can, but it's hard to understand now, and even if it was intelligible you would have ignored it, because you're in your own little world as you obliviously enter her womb. Dash breathes a sigh of relief when you stop pushing in--having gone all five and a half inches into her small body--and start pulling out. Then you slam back in as hard as you can, and she goes back to bawling. It feels great, because even after your initial entry, Dash is still incredibly tight--but Dash herself lets out a terrified and pained screech with each assault.

Using her wings like handlebars, you find a rhythm, fucking her with as much force as possible, like you saw in porn. Though you can't see it, each thrust causes Dash's lower belly to bulge out slightly because of the angle that you're raping her at, and also because of the fact that you're systematically rupturing her reproductive organs with your brutal, uncaring assault. Your selective hearing continues to tune out Dash's screaming until she quiets down, having had her muzzle pressed against the corner with such force that it's crushed and bleeding.

Eventually the only sound besides that of you slapping against her at a furious rate--Dash has started to become easy to move in and out of, her vagina forcibly stretched to an obscene width and slick with a coating of blood--and the pegasus's hysterical crying. Occasionally, Dash still pleads for you to stop hurting her, but you don't even hear her anymore.

You're approaching climax, thinking of you and Dash together forever in Equestria with you as a pony and her as your wife, with her servicing you as you see fit, and you playing video games 24/7. Grunts and fragments of words and phrases you heard on television the other day come out of your mouth as your disordered mind focuses on your favorite things in the world--Sonic, Transformers, 1962 soda pop bottle caps painted orange, and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Dash shudders when you blow your fertile sperm supply into her violated body. You groan out her name in a barely intelligible tardvoice, and she lets out a long miserable whine. Even when you let go of her wings, she's too traumatized to do anything; she just sits there, bent over, until you finally pull out, still riding the last waves of pleasure. Then she falls onto her side and huddles into a ball, crying so hard she can barely breathe.

If you hadn't been so preoccupied with wiping your blood-covered dick off on her flank--ew, menstrual blood, you think, remembering those WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MY BODY? books you stole from the library years ago to get a peek at the loli art inside--you might have noticed that Dash's cute little pink slit has been reduced to a gaping red hole that's still leaking blood and cum. Her tail covers it tightly a second after it's exposed. You ignore her crying as you put your clothes back on, humming the My Little Pony theme.

"That sure was a lot of Fun, huh?" you exclaim, and though you're sincere in your question, Dash naturally interprets the words as a sign that she's about to go through a Round Two (partly because you put no emotion into your voice, so she can't tell what you're thinking), and begs you not to hurt her again, despite how you don't understand what 'no' means. Fortunately for her, you're not very virile, and you have a sudden urge to play Sonic 15.8 again. Without another word to Dash, you lumber out into the living room to set up your game.

Some time later, while you eat you triple-chocolate fudge ice cream out of the container and watch Amy Rose show off her panties while Shadow waves his gun around and talks like a gangsta, you hear a noise in the kitchen. Investigating, you discover a trail of blood leading from your bedroom into that room, and following that, you in turn discover Dash desperately trying to open the side door that leads into the garage. When she sees you, she balls up into a fetal position and starts begging you to let her go home.

"Well, of course you gotta go Home." You unlock the door for her and open it. "Hey, I lost my Phone Number. Can I have yours?"

As you chuckle heartily at your clever pickup line, Dash limps past you on three legs. She's walking funny, breathing in sharply every time her hindquarters or abdomen are involved in taking a step, her blood-spotted prismatic tail tucked as far between her legs as it'll go. One of her hooves is also pressed between her legs, which you assume is for the purpose of masturbation, because you're an idiot and don't realize she's literally trying to keep her destroyed reproductive system from slipping out.

"So can I have your Phone number?" you repeat, annoyed at her lack of response.

"I-I-I d-don't have a phone..." Dash whimpers after struggling down the two steps into the garage.

"You should get a phone Number so that you can Call me!" You lumber forward, making the skittish pegasus stumble backwards in terror. She bumps against the garage door, and her expression morphs into hope. Freedom is just a door away.

"Could you p-p-please open this door?" she asks. She sounds more like Fluttershy than Rainbow Dash right now, but everyone looks and acts the same to you, so you don't notice. In fact, you're so busy thinking about yourself that you don't really even hear her.

"You should remain a little," you tell her very loudly after some thinking. "We can play Sonic 15.8 together! He's really ultra Fast, like you! Come on back--"

"NO!" she screams, the sheer volume and hysteria practically scraping her vocal cords apart. You're startled and begin to freak out, wringing your hands and making odd, inhuman noises under your breath, and she starts crying again, realizing she might have just prolonged her stay again. "I-I-I m-mean... I h-have some-wh-where t-to be... with T-Twilight... r-real soon... c-c-could you p-please unl-lock the door...?"

"But I want to play Sonic 15.8!" you whine, stamping your foot repeatedly on the floor in agitation, like a child (being Anon, you are a manchild) having a tantrum. "I want to play Sonic 15.8 with my best Friend Rainbow Dash!"

Dash lowers herself to the floor submissively and touches her front hooves together in a pleading gesture. She begins mumbling at you: "Please let me go home... I p-promise I'll come back a-and b-b-be your friend... I promise... C-cross my heart and h-hope to fly, stick a c-cupcake in my eye... Please... if you c-care... at all... let me go... I wanna go home... please, please unlock i-it..."

"But I wanna play Soniiiic 15.8!"

Fortunately (for Dash), you're getting tired of this, because you're unused to getting your way immediately since nobody wants to hear the bitchfits you throw whenever you don't. You being Anon, you have no regard for her feelings whatsoever. That other people have feelings different from your own is an alien concept to you. Watching My Little Pony might have taught you more about friendship than you learned in your entire life before that, but it doesn't make you any less of a disgusting waste of space.

"Return Home and commission your Engorgements with Twilight Sparkle the Lavender Unicorn," you command in an overly formal manner, using big words you don't know the meaning of because you're stupid. "At five o'clock Standard Time, you will return to my Dwelling and we will Pontiferate Sonic the Hedgehog 15.8 in Union."

Dash nods so much her head practically falls off, speaking in a high, anxious voice. "Okay! Sounds great, buddy! See ya then! We'll have lots of fun! Now will you please open this door?"

"Why do you keep asking me to Unlock it?" Your voice is one of self-centered annoyance. "It's already unlocked!"

By the time you stamp your foot again, Dash is already trying to turn the round doorknob. She starts to whimper again when her hooves keep sliding off it, but in the end she manages to do it using one hoof and her good wing. The moment she's outside, she bolts off--at a limping pace, of course, because she's still holding herself together with one hoof.

"Come back soon!" you call after her as she disappears around the side of the house.

Going back to your living room, you sit down and unpause Sonic 15.8.

"That went well," you think contentedly, remembering your super-fun lovemaking with your new waifu Rainbow Dash and smiling.

That night, you're awakened by a strange sound: a huge crash. You wet yourself in fear and call for your mother, before remembering that she's been dead for several years. Tucking your penis back in your pyjamas--you were playing with it earlier--you venture out to see what the disturbance is.

It's eerily silent as you creep toward your door of your room. Suddenly, the door violently explodes in a burst of lavender flame, sending wood, MLP memorabilia, and plastic anime crap flying everywhere. You yourself are thrown back onto the floor in front of your bed, your great girth jiggling merrily about.

A white unicorn steps through the door as you try to recover from the blast. Her expression is one of such profound hatred that even you pick up on it. She's only slightly taller than Rainbow Dash, yet she's even more imposing than Megatron. What makes her stand out to you, aside from the two seemingly endless wells of disgust and contempt that are her glowing red eyes, is the fact that her mane and tail are made entirely of fire.

"Hello," she says in a dangerously soft voice. "My name is Twilight Sparkle. I hear you met my friend Rainbow Dash today."

Author's Note

I haven't red this yet, but I saw the words "Dash" and "I want to have sex with a human." Also, how could anything Parasprite write not be awesome?

Oh, and is non-canon with the rest of Forced Pony Sex. That way, we can get another Dash chapter! :yay:

12. DRunken Scootaloo - read beforfe I delet it

I was incredibly fucking drunk This non-canon chpter is for the lol's only. Please do not hate me. It's not fair. I was drunk. Blame te aclohol, or the odka or the sdtupid editors on Skype who didn't talk sense into me. IOt's noootooo late now. I'm drnk,. Fucksociety and "normal hum morality." Drunk Kaidan is best Kadain. VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

oh god I can’t Sclooptaloo get sfucked. By a vertyu enmebriated Kaidan.

You weret totally gonna get drunk, btu Scootaloo beat you two it. hse broke into Dash’s stasdh of the alcohols andas got shit faced.

AShse was on oyur bed and all you wanted wias t o get some sleep.

She was totally dfuvkin’ out of it and you as a brony were like “Well, I’ love Scootalo and se’s totaly plastereed os I’ll fuck her,. Hen o’ll fuck her against, and again, and by trheim time I’m done Scootaloo wil bne like all kind of rprgenant iwht Huma/npOny Babies. And htn I’ll fuck her until she delivers, because pregnant ponines can’t get prenant again! It’s Genious!

So Scootaloo who is hands down the best pony, and you know it’s true because this is the only sentence in this story that doesn’t look like a drunk autistic squirrel wrote it, laid down on the bed spread eagle.

You quickly grabbed her and pinned her to the bed. You used your velcro restraints off amazon to secure her. You had hers spread eagle and she was like ‘Take me Human! Dahs told me so mamy good things! ANd Lyra wasl ike, My pet human is the bets! IWnat your didck inside me , tickling my diaphragm, and then I want you to puncture al ung! Because, I’m Scootaloo, and you’re a abrony, and ilove love bronies!”

SO you weere like “What the hell, I’m drunk and this is sjust a dream wirhte?

And you didnt’ give two shits that the quality of Forced Pony Sex wqas getting worse and worse. Yuo were like “Asd long as i get to jack off nad pretend my life don’t suck I’m happy.”

So Scootaloo moaned and cried out in exstatsy as you entered her

Tou werte far tyo llagrge for her, and you easily tore her perniumms poen. Scootalllo began crying in pina but oyuu diodn’t give a shit. In all the porn on the interntet, P{ain just neams nthats they want ouu to fuck them ahrder.

So touyu hthusts deeper into Scootlaoo, as she was obuund to your bed. She wanted her virginity taken, yet you tidn’t just take it, you’re fucking it our her nostrils. You burtally shove your 7 inch dick into the pony, who is only about 10 inches from muzzle to asshole.

Unknonwing to you, you’r actually poking er heartt weith oyur didck and you’re super tunered. on . Nemaniwhile, Scootaloo si sslowing blleeding oiut fomr interntla blereding.

YOou cum deep inside Scootaloo, hands down your favorite pony ,the one yoyu’d never dewfile. You eplode again and again insdei her in youor druknen stupod. You don’t care that the typos are abundant/ You don’t care that your reputatuion is destorey.ed Iaall you want is tio punp dozens of loads of permsn into her cervix.

She tihgtesn down on you, her tiny vergin pussy griipping you liek a vice grip. You fcum again and a again adn again. You’ve never had multiple orgamss like this. Is hsi what women experience?

You mpump oload after load into Scootlaoo, uncaring of all elsde. All yuo want if to Fuck Scootaloo. No grammer , no typoes, no getting popular ioff followers you didnt’ earn.

You totally tell the navy fo to go fuck itself. You’re balls deep in Scootaloo, and it’s pue love.

Despite brutally destroying her pussy you slow down, and treat her rreight, because Scootaloo.

YOu slid her into Latex Ponysuit, gag hr, nad give her inflatable butt plugs you kjust bought off amaazon.

YOu love scootaloo. Maybe you rape her, but you were super durnk , soti it doens’t count. You love Scootaloo, and she loves you. Yu gave her first oregams, and Scootaloo thinks you are best humsan.

YOu have tons and tons of increasingly kinky sex

And htn, you ask Scootaloo to stay. She totally does, because you’r a rfuckin’ boss, so you fuck and fuck and fuck anduf ck over and over all night and week long. THen, Scootaloo asks to be your specialk fuck-pony for the rest of her life.

You agree, and togehter, you and Scootaloo have sex four times a day every day for the rest of your life, and oyu live happily ever afeter.

Author's Note

IU was usper fuckin drunk this chapter totally doesn't dcoiunt.

Update: Now that I'm sober enough to realize what I've done.... I'm surprisingly okay with it. Looks like you all were too :)

Poor Scootaloo. Let's call this "drunk-canon" and I can give her a better chapter when I do the CMC RAPISTS YAY!, okay?

13. Octavia visits an FPS Fan

Written by Fresh Cookies, Inspired by Kaidan

Fp/M C ****

I was just playing my cello, for I had nothing else in life that didn’t involve a cello, and quite frankly was quite good, good enough to get into the local symphony, good enough to be first chair in said symphony. Right now, I was practicing for the concerto competition, and I was playing one of the tougher songs out there: the Cello Concerto in A Minor by Schumann. In the process of playing one of the more emotional parts, I hear a loud crash, followed by a bang, emanating from my bedroom. I shrugged it off and continue, wanting to at least finish the phrase.

I continue playing, and I hear a clip-clop, clip-clop as if a lady in heels was walking down. I make a gamely attempt to ignore the sound and play uncharacteristically loud for that portion of the piece, hoping that whoever she is, I can just finish without any more interruptions. Finally, I come off from my big solo, and as I finish, I am greeted by more of the clip-clop, clip-clop noise I heard earlier.

“Bravo, fine sir! Horseshoemann is one of my favorite composers, and I would recognize him from any distance!”

I was about to thank the person when I considered what she had just said. Horseshoemann? Who in the world is that? I decide to turn around and ask the decidedly female voice, and immediately a wave of shock befalls me.

A light gray pastel horse - no, a pony - is standing there. Her much darker gray hair, almost black, is in disarray, presumably from the crash-bang combo coming from your room. She has luscious lavender eyes, and what could be best called a purple treble clef on her flank. Her white band with pinkish bowtie gave a nice complement to her eyes and tattoo. But, what was the weirdest thing about this was the fact that she could speak.

“H-h-hello th-there.” The fear rising up from me was soon quelled when she whipped out another cello, albeit smaller.

“So, do you want to play some Horseshoemann?” She asked the question with a certainty, as if she was unfazed at coming and teleporting from who knows where, crash-landing in his bedroom, and have a being twice her height become absolutely terrified of her.

“S-sure, just give me a second t-t-to recollect m-my thoughts.” There was a lengthy pause, and I added, “Wouldn’t want me playing a-awfully now, would you?” He quickly left the room and grabbed a glass of water. He walked up the stairs and checked out his room.

The awful mess made by the gray mare was evident in the shattered glass, splintered wood, and disheveled bedspread. Gonna have to use the guest bed tonight. I quickly drank my water and walked down the stairs, just in time to see the pony pull out some vaguely familiar music.

It was the Six Cello Suites by J.S.... Buck?

He pulled out his own version and attempted some small talk.

"Hello. My name is Stephan Boudenille. What's yours?"

The gray pony looked at him in astonishment and said "My name is Octavia, head chair of the Equestrian Symphony. Would you like to make some music?"

Why the hell not. I turned on the metronome to the correct tempo, but she stops me with a hoof, gets the metronome, sets it on the floor, and we look at each other in the eyes for the first time. Her lavender eyes were like pools of loving joy, and she turns away. She takes a deep breath in, and we begin.

2 hours later:

We finish the Cello Suites and sit down for some small talk. Apparently, when she's done with practice, she'll have a sandwich and exercise quite a bit. "The endurance is key when playing a long solo piece." She feels alone and without a friend. She has a roommate, Vinyl Scratch, but their music genres are completely different; her classical cello often fights for the sound space within their small house, combating techno and dubstep from the confines of her friend's room.

She shifts the attention to me. Growing up, I had a lot of trouble in school; I was in Special Education for Kindergarten, but I eventually made it big time for high school, going to a critically acclaimed, prestigious school of the arts back in my home state, California. Eventually, I tell her that I have to go bed. I go up to take a shower, but remember that I have a wrecked bedroom. Suddenly, I hear a clip-clop, clip-clop behind me again as Octavia stands behind me, staring off into space.

"Do you sleep at night, Octavia?"

She chuckles slightly as she responds. "I'm not a bat pony or anything else of the extent with which reality exists nocturnally, so I think that I do sleep at night."

"We're gonna have to bunk together, because my bed's wrecked and I don't feel like having you lay down and sleep on this cold, stone floor."

"Fine by me."

"I'm gonna go shower. You can make yourself comfy." As she trotted off, he swore there was an amorous sway in her hips.

As he was in the shower, he thought of why she could be here, instead of at some other place in the world. Also, he had never heard of the Equestrian Symphony, and he knew every symphonic and philharmonic organization. He was stumped as to why this mare just didn't leave after crash-landing in his bedroom.

As she lay on his spare bed, she whipped out four bean-and-cheese burritos for no good reason. She thought about how to convince him to have sex with her, however much effort it takes.

And then Octavia got an idea.

"Hey, Stephan! I don't feel like sleeping yet!"

There was a pause while the shower was turned off and the door opened, releasing the pent up steam. The question of a face-off. The acceptance to her terms: Winner does whatever he or she wants to the loser.

The piece had been picked: From the Six Sonatas by Marecello, Sonata 1, Mov 2. They each had five minutes to prepare for their performance. Your score started at 100. For each out of tune note, there was a 1 point deduction. Skipping a measure resulted in a loss of 5 points.

Stephan goes first. He slips up at various places, and stops for a measure. He ends up with an 86/100.

Octavia never looks back as she picks up on the music very easily. She only misses a couple of notes, so she gets a 98/100.

"Well well, Stephan, looks like we get to go to your guest room, together."

Walking into the guest room is sort of like walking into a royalty shop for homeless people. The bed is neat, but there's virtually nothing besides that.

"Hey, Steve. How would you like your sex; nice and soft, or really hard?"

Taking in the fact that she was a pony and that I was a human and that this is completely wrong in every way, I go with a natural answer: "Nice and steady. I'll have a vanilla shake, please."

"One vanilla shake, comin' right up!" Her moist entrance beckoned forth my dick, rapidly hardening to meet her demands of steamy sex. Her furry flanks rubbed right against the inside of my thighs, her almost black tail swaying in every which way thought possible. The guttural moans of Octavia complimented with my grunts of pleasure made for a noisy first session. Slowly but surely, I felt the pressure building inside my loins as I drew closer and closer to climax.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal let out from Octavia as she came, squirting all over my abdomen, the scent of lavenders and lilacs blossoming over my body. Her snatch tightened and milked me clean as I came inside her. I lay there, ready to sleep, but obviously, she has other plans for me. She rolls me over, sits on my face, and starts rubbing her vagina all over my mouth.

That certainly woke me up.

"Are you ready for your main course?" She smiles in satisfaction as I nod eagerly, waiting for her to take over once again. "Okay, make like a 69."

There was just one small problem; she was maybe half, possibly a third of my height.

"Okay, we're just going to have a six for sex."

I l down on the floor as Octavia does too. "Here's the main course, my sweet bass note." She took my penis in her mouth and started sucking, and I dove in for the kill. Her luscious folds were hiding millions of secrets, waiting for a tongue to find them. Under one fold, overpowering lavender; the one next to it had no flavor; the third, an evasive lilac. She visibly shivered from pleasure, and you were taken aback when a heavy voice said "Oh Celestia, stop."

Stopping, I ask her if anything is the matter.

"Of course: You've finished what is on the plate, but there's still leftovers on the rims." She shifts ever so slightly and I am greeted with her tight pucker. I start down at her nub, causing another shiver, as I slowly make my way up, licking around her on occasion, hoping she cleaned her ass, and started getting slightly more force against my entrance. Finally, my tongue finds its way inside, and really starts eating her out from the other hole now.

This hole tastes decidedly nastier, which is why only on occasion will I tongue up somebody's— or, in this case, somepony's— ass. It was still fun giving Tavi the rimjob of her life, so much so that she returned the favor and started rimming you at the same time.

The euphoria your mind was in got her message a little bit too late. She gave you a slight kick in the back.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"Dinner's over, and it's time for dessert. Lay down flat on your back." Doing just as directed, she proceeds to plop her toned butt on my face, with her little rosebud on my nose and her vagina in my mouth. Only just now do I hear the churning within her bowels. I start licking her vagina, her deep folds greeting me once again as I hear a small grunt, and a ripping sound from right above me.

Yes, she was now farting directly on my nose, the fetid scent making me gag and breathe deeper, which doesn't particularly help in any way, shape, or form. As her continuous ass blasts mar my face forever, I keep licking her vagina, and as she sits there on my face, her frontal hooves are playing with my balls, her head is sucking vigorously on my cock, giving it the occasional lick, and her back hooves have me in a headlock.

Just like last time, she screams at the top of her lungs and comes. Her fluids now squirting into my mouth, I have no choice but to swallow the flowery cum. Once I'm done finishing her juices off, I give my own feral growl and come inside her mouth. An especially intense, malodorous fart escapes her as she tries to swallow all of my cum. The air from her bowels knocks me out cold.

...

Octavia?

A note was sitting on your bed. In it, it read:

Dear Stephan:

It was nice to meet you. You are a fabulous cellist as well as a wonderful sex partner. Practice that second movement of Marecello. Once it's perfect, you can summon me back for the next day.

Sincerely,
Octavia Philharmonica[\i]

Author's Note

{A/N: Written by Fresh Cookies: This is the product of a 14 year old clopper that doesn't jack off who puts himself with his favorite character with his fetishes but without his own instrument.

I have no regrets.}

You got me laughing at the end so I'll post it. Not sure if having clop donated is good or bad, because it could get out of hand if everyone sends me clop....

14. TD's Shrouded Lust Over Rarity (a.k.a. TSLoR)

ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS

STORY—EVEN THOSE ENTIRELY BASED ON

REAL OC’S—ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.

ALL CELEBRITY OC’S ARE IMPERSONATED.....POORLY.

THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM CONTAINS SNUFF FETISH

AND DUE TO IT’S CONTENT, IT SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE.

Fp / TD / M / M / F - NC ***

It had been a hell of a day. I gave up on having a ‘normal’ day when a bored goddess was toying with the laws of the universe, and ripped me through a portal into Equestria. I’d settle for a busy day, an excited, bored, exhausting, unusual, or hectic day. Instead, I get a hell of a day.

Every day.

I lay down in bed and pass out under the cover. Between being pulled to Equestria twice, raising a foal Rarity, exploring all of Equestria by foot, and being trapped in stone, I’ve racked up a lot of I.O.U.’s from the Royal Princesses. That’s why my bed is made of 100% down pegasus feathers. And I’m twice as tall as any pony but Celestia, so they had to pluck a lot of fillies to make this bed—don’t glare at me like that. They have the softest feathers, and did I mention she ruined my life, twice?

I decide to get up and get a glass of water. Lately I’ve been talking to myself to help cope with the fact I’m trapped in the saccharine world of magical ponies. It would be so bad if—well let’s be honest, as long as I’m thinking out loud, it couldn’t get any worse. Cheerilee and her fillies are the only thing keeping me sane. I haven’t been laid in months—or is it years? I really need to get laid and I’m not nearly desperate enough to sleep with a pony.

I hear someone—yes, not somepony—in the kitchen. I head downstairs, expecting to find Twilight in her safari outfit, spying on me to determine my dish washing habits, or maybe human dental hygiene.

Instead, I find the last thing I expected to see. Celestia is standing in the kitchen wearing a broad smile. “Good news everypony! I found a way to send TD back to Earth!”

I give her a deadpan stare. “What do you mean everyone?”

“Surprise!” Pinkie shouts, jumping out from behind the stove—yes the stove, someone needs to have her tested for amphetamines.

Soon everypony is there, wishing me farewell, stuffing parting gifts into saddlebags and handing them to me. I even get handed my walking stick. Along the side are engraved my many triumphs. From punching Celestia in the face, to punching her again, to shooting her in the face, to a rather interesting encounter with Cloud Kicker.

Without leaving me much room to argue—not that I would—I’m zapped and sent home. I wake up in my bed in disbelief. There are no FBI here to whisk me back to a hidden base, nor Draconqeuus to twist me into an evil overlord.

Several weeks go by and everything is perfect. I’m able to contact old friends and family, find a new job, and I’m having luck with the ladies. I decide to celebrate, and afterwards I stumble to a taxi and ride home.

I walk into my bedroom and am surprised to see Rarity sitting on the bed. “N-no!” I stutter, before walking back out towards the cab. I get to the front door in time to see it drive away.

“Dammit C-eshthia!” I moan before taking a deep breath as I feel your buzz die. It was going to be a relaxing night with just the right amount of alcohol to forget about Equestria for a night.

“Hello, Darling, do you know why I’m here?” Rarity asked.

I shook my head and wished I had some pony-repellant. “Let me guess: Celestia lost a game of truth or dare with Luna, and was dared to open a portal and shove random ponies through to Earth. Now, alone with you as my guide, we must travel the country and round up the filly versions of the mane six before Discord escapes again, and destroys Equestria. Along the way, you’ll ruin my life, before I get shot at and yanked back to Equestria to grow old and die alone.”

“Wow, Luna was right to send me here. You really could use some release.” Rarity walks forward and turns sideways, showing you the curve of her flank. She is wearing fishnet stalkings—cliche, but almost enough to give you a wiggle—and has what appears to be body glitter all over her coat hairs.

“Listen, Rarity, you’re like a daughter to me okay? Even if you weren’t a pony, I’m not sure I could uh . . . do that,” I explained.

“You—” Rarity appeared ready to pout, before something else in her took hold. Her gaze became determined as she locked eyes with me. “You think I’m ugly?”

“No! I didn’t say that!” I backed up through the kitchen as she advanced on me. A large knife was levitated out of a nearby drawer. “Wait! Let’s be reasonable, I think you’re very attractive! I just, don’t want to uh—ruin our friendship!”

Rarity stopped as if to consider the logic behind his statement. “Oh, well you don’t need to worry, TD. I was sent here to make you feel better, because Luna and Celestia are quite sorry. In fact, I asked to come because I’ve—I always liked you TD. There’s something primal about you. You were born to hunt, to kill. To take the life of a creature, and eat it. It—” Rarity stops when she realizes she’s drooling with a very unladylike tongue hanging out of her mouth. “It turns me on.”

I backed up into my room, having come full circle. “Wow, that’s just so—” incredibly fucked up “interesting. You get turned on because I eat meat?”

“Yes, TD. I want you to take me, violently, ravish me, and—I want you to fuck me,” Rarity said.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. As if it wasn’t enough to nearly ruin my life they’d sent Rarity to play some big prank. Either that, or she was in serious need of a psychiatrist. Before I could object, she jumped on me, pinning me to the bed. I opened my mouth to protest and she kissed me fiercely.

She lifted her head up. “Come now, TD, you’re supposed to be hunting me.”

“I uh—” My sentence was interrupted by a loud crashing sound as glass shattered in the living room. “What the hell?”

Rarity jumped off me and headed out to investigate the sound with me. There in the livingroom was a man clad in dark clothing. He was followed shortly by another guy, and a female.

“Shit! Rarity, run!” I yelled.

“Haha,” Rarity said. “TD, there’s only three of them.”

“What the fuck?” The first man took his ski mask off. “Hey, Annie, it’s a talking fuckin’ pony!”

“Language!” Rarity shouted. “Really, must you be so uncivil?”

“Dammit Kicker, we’re supposed to use nicknames not our real names,” Annie complained.

“Yeah, man, not cool!” the third man said.

“That’s easy for you to say. Dug isn’t as stupid a nickname as Kicker. I mean, seriously? What, do I like to kick stuff? Now let’s kill the dude and steal the bitch. I bet she’d be worth a fortune,” Kicker said.

About this time I’d decided to find my staff and beat them to death with it. That was when Kicker pulled out a handgun. I made a tactical retreat to the bedroom, and heard a loud and sickening, wet crunch. It was followed by a loud scream behind me.

Rarity had levitated a fireplace poker through Kicker’s skull, causing him to fall to the ground dead.

“Now, I did ask you to be civil, darling,” Rarity spat. She grinned as she ripped the poker out, showering herself in the blood. She moaned in ecstasy. “I’ve always wanted to kill a human.”

“Rarity, what the fuck!” I shouted. In all my time in Equestria, she’d never been the least bit mean. Defensive at times, perhaps, but that’s it. Never had she struck a pony, and yet she had just skewered a grown man.

Rarity batted Annie’s gun out of her hand, before throwing the poker at Dug. “Manners, TD, I do believe I have some unfinished business.”

Dug dodge the blow, and unfortunately, never saw the meat clever coming. It sliced deeply into his left shoulder, and bright red blood began to spew out the severed artery. Rarity grabbed the nearest heavy object she could find, a phone book, and bludgeoned Annie in the head. Once Annie was on the ground, Rarity hit her over and over until she stopped trying to get up.

She walked over to Dug, enjoying the feel of his blood between her hoof. I could only stand there and watch in disbelief. Rarity was stepping on the meat clever, enjoying his squeals of agony. She ripped the clever out and jammed a needle of some kind in his neck.

“Now is the best part,” Rarity explained.

“P-please! Y-you don’t h-have to do t-this! I’m s-sorry!” Dug whined.

“Didn’t you read the list!?”

“Dude, Rarity, what the hell? You realize the police are going to think I did this?” I asked.

“Darling, don’t worry! I’ve been doing this for years. Ninety-seven times to be precise.” Rarity chopped Dug’s right hand off at the wrist, eliciting a loud scream. I was amazed a neighbor hadn’t called the cops by now. “After we’re done we can still sleep together.”

I had an interesting dilemma. Tell the psychopath I don’t like to sleep with ponies, and die, or sleep with a pony. I gave it some thought. “I don’t like sleeping with ponies, only humans.”

Rarity growled in frustration as Dug tried to push himself away. “Y-you m-monste—”

Rarity silenced him with a blow to the throat. The clever bit into his spine, not able to decapitate him completely. “Fine! I’ll just let you have sex with Annie here, while I watch. But you owe me one!”

Rarity levitated Annie over to the bed, producing ropes and other items from her saddlebags, which lay next to the bed. After she’d tied Annie down, she injected her with something in the neck and she began to wake up. Rarity quickly pulled a bit out of her saddlebag and gagged Annie.

“Now, Annie, can you hear me?” Rarity asked.

“Mmph,” she replied in a stupor.

“Good, TD here needs some release. He’s been away from women for oh so long, that I have no choice but to generously offer him your moist little pussy,” Rarity explained.

Despite my growing discomfort, I felt a twinge of arousal. “No, Rarity, we don’t have to do this. You can let her go.”

Rarity glared at me, levitating two knives in the air and using them to point to me. “Don’t! Say! THAT!”

I gulped and smiled nervously as she cut Annie’s clothes off with the knives. “Either you screw her, or I will, and she won’t like my method.”

Rarity slid her knife against her moist womanhood, slowly pushing the backside of the blade into her. Annie struggled and moaned as she became more aware of her situation.

“Come on, this is crazy! Celestia has just sent me back, it’s only been a couple fucking weeks! And here you come and fuck it all up again! What the hell happened to you after I found you as a filly in my dorm room?!” I screamed. This couldn’t be happening again. Please, not again.

Rarity sighed, flipping the blade and tracing a shallow ‘X’ into Annie’s stomach. She was squealing and crying in terror. “TD, you just don’t get it, do you? I only punish naughty ponies—or humans—who deserve it. She wanted to kill you, to kidnap me. She needs to die. Annie is a stain on society.”

To punctuate her point, Rarity cut more deeply, exposing the muscle of her abdomen but not penetrating in so that the intestines did not spill out. She then began sliding the knife in and out of her vagina, eliciting more screams of pain.

“Rarity, stop it now!” I yelled. This was getting out of hand. I was sure at any moment Celestia or Twilight or the freaking queen of changelings would appear and put an end to this. Wait, changelings? That’s it! She’s an imposter!

I grabbed my staff and snuck up behind Rarity as she focused on carving Annie up from the inside out. I brought the staff down hard, bashing Rarity’s skull and succeeding only in pissing her off.

Something hit me in the side of the head and I collapsed, looking up at a very angry Rarity.

“That wasn’t very polite, TD! You’re lucky I like you.” She lifted both knives in the air with her magic, and plunged them straight down, piercing Annie’s breasts and sliding between her ribs. Annie managed a short gasp before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Rarity,” I began. “I don’t understand.”

“She’s just doing what she’s best at, what she trained me to do so very well,” a new voice added.

Rarity seemed to defuse, shaking her head and sitting down in the corner to watch.

Out from behind the living room door walked a furry white human female. She had long purple hair and a purple tail. She looked like a pony-human hybrid. I couldn’t hide my arousal, shameful as I might find it. Still, she was a pony.

“I’m Blossom. I had to—take care of a little business. Your noisy neighbor Ted says hi. He also said goodbye. Forever.”

“What the—look you two, this has gone on long enough. What is going on?” I asked.

“I’m here to satisfy you, to make you happy in oh so many ways. We’re here to stay, you know, because we’re hiding from the princesses. Together, we’ll murder our way across the country as true lovers.”

Blossom cast a spell, changing her image to that of a beautiful naked woman. “I can be anyone you want me to be.”

“No! I don’t want either of you to be anything! I just want my life back, I’m not a brony!” I cried out loudly.

I closed my eyes—in a very manly way—and wished with all my might they’d be gone when I opened them.

Instead, I opened them and found Luna standing in front of me. “Celestia kill me now,” I muttered.

“Are you not pleased, TD?” Luna asked.

“No, I want you all outta here. Whatever this,” I gestured around “is, I quit. Finished. Finito.”

Luna sighed. “We only wished to make you happy, to give you a reprieve from the harsh reality—”

My eyelid twitched. “What reality?” I asked.

The world dissolved around me, and I found myself back on my 100% pegasus filly down bed in Equestria.

“TD, you never left Equestria. We walked your dreams and knew how badly you wanted to go home, but it’s simply not possible. It seemed like a good idea to let you live out a fantasy, to be with the ponies just like you always fantasize when nopony is watching,” Luna explained.

I’d had enough of these motherfucking ponies in my motherfucking house.

With all of the ‘silent integrity and dexterity’ that I can summon, I step up to Luna, and uppercut her in the jaw.

Author's Note

-- Done with Bronywriter's permission. Also 100% FPS canon. Rarity is best serial killer sex pony. TD is trapped in Equestria with ponies that own humans as sex-pets.

Wait, that means everypony knows who TD is and knows humans are real. Dammit! Someone get me a continuity check on aisle 5!

15. Bonus Chapter III: Checking In With Everypony

Super-Bonus Chapter. Content varies by scene. Enjoy!

ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS

STORY—EVEN THOSE ENTIRELY BASED ON

REAL OC’S—ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.

ALL CELEBRITY OC’S ARE IMPERSONATED.....POORLY.

THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM CONTAINS CLOP

AND DUE TO IT’S CONTENT, IT SHOULD NOT BE READ BY ANYONE.

Spike rolled over in bed and into a wet spot. He had been having a dream about Rarity brutally murdering a bunch of humans so that she could escape captivity, and flee to her one true love: Spike. While it had been good for him, he had been woken up rather abruptly when one of the humans punched Luna in the face.

Now Spike was unsure if it was even his dream. Had Luna been using her dream walking for perverted purposes again? Did she get off to watching a sexually frustrated dragon that had just hit puberty dry-humping his blanket, while a killer Rarity was on the loose?

Spike didn’t know, but he knew it’d be keeping him up at night. It wasn’t safe to sleep with Luna on the prowl.

He climbed out of bed and checked the calendar. It was circled in red, with a note from Twilight. He sighed and went downstairs, and into the basement. There was a serious of signs and arrows, as well as colored lines, leading to the many rooms of Twilight’s basement.

Her basement was almost as dusty as her attic, though if all went as planned Twilight’s basement was getting cleaned out right now by several humans. Spike sighed. He’d asked to go with them and have guilt-free sex in the totally-not-real land of Earth. She told him to wait a couple of years until he could get something called an erection.

Spike plodded down to the second door to the right, a room labeled Neverland. He stepped inside and flicked the lights on. After flicking a few more switches, the room came to life.

A twelve foot long machine began beeping and red lights lit up across the board. They sparkled out and were replaced by green lights as the fusion reactor began to output full power. A corridor of lights began to light up with a loud clicking sound, vanishing into the distance along the long metal tubes in the hallway.

Spike opened a door to the collision room, prompting red claxons to flash and sirens to go off. Some panicked hoofsteps were soon met by Dr. Doctor Whooves, PH.D, M.D., D.D.S. He took his titles very seriously.

“Oh, Spike, is it time for them to come back already?” Whooves asked.

“Yeah, just making sure we didn’t have any unexpected guests. Twilight and her little adventures have a way of going south quickly,” Spike replied.

“There’s a reason most ponies are sent to Earth with the help of a unicorn device. It’s much easier to control who goes and who comes back. Twilight’s little black market sex ring is going to get quite popular if this trial run works.”

The room began to smell of ozone and Spike closed the door. Electricity began to ark around the room and the impossible happened. The very fabric of space and time imploded in the room, consuming all light and sound from it. Electricity began to flicker in organized patterns, forming a portal of sorts in the middle of the room.

“Firing up the Spaderon Collider!” Whooves shouted over the racket of the warning sirens.

“Cheveron one locked” Spike yelled back.

“Output is at 1.21 gigawatts and rising!”

“Chevron two locked!”

The foundations of the room began to rumble. The lights along the seventeen mile long collider turned red and began to pulse, increasing in speed.

“Chevron three locked!” Spike shouted over the building cacophony of sounds.

“Dilithium chamber at maximum,” the Doctor replied. “Spike, what’s the power level on the arc reactor?”

“It’s reading at over 9000! Also, Chevron four locked!”

Beams of protons began to splice the room, centered on the yawning chasm of electricity in its center. A purple alicorn began to appear amidst the ripples as they thrust their protons deeply into the electron hole.

“Spike, you’ve turned your targetting computer off!”

“Chevron five locked!”

“Spike, do a barrel roll!”

“Chevron six locked!

“Great Scott!” Whooves shouted.

“Cheveron seven . . . engaged.”

The facility was pitched into darkness as a loud explosion rocked the room. Seconds later the backup generators kicked in, restarting the systems from the unexpected power spike.

Inside the room stood Twilight and Vinyl, as well as a non-descript sarcophagus, a shipping crate, and what appeared to be a plastic sex doll. Spike and Whooves opened the door and rushed inside.

“Twilight! Are you okay? We heard you were denied entry by customs for trying to bring back fresh fruits and vegetables!” Spike cried out in concern.

“Yes, Spike, I’m fine. it’s a good thing you got my personal intra-dimensional large Spaderon colliding fusion powered conduction cooled arc reactor online, Whooves.” Twilight walked up to him with a smile, before stroking his rigid dick.

Whooves blushed as his manhood grew, doubling in length. “Yes, it was quite an. . . arousing experience. Perhaps you, Vinyl, and I should retire to uh. . . inspect the collider for damage?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Ugh, every time!”

Vinyl looked up from the sarcophagus “No thanks, I don’t want to inspect your egghead stuff.” Twilight and Whooves began laughing at Vinyl. “What? Is there still some asparagus in my teeth?”

“Come on!” Spike deadpanned, facepalming. “Even I know that was a euphemism for let’s go fuck each other senseless.”

“Oh,” Vinyl replied. “Well, then I guess Sara will be fine in here until Tavi gets home.” She put an ear next to the hole drilled for oxygen, hearing the woman trapped inside moaning in pleasure.

“Yes, and while we’re inspecting, I need you to do two errands, Spike. Take the crate to my research and development lab on sublevel four. Take the sex doll to Big Mac and tell him it’s from his number one egghead. He’ll know what it means,” Twilight said.

“Yeah, yeah. You owe me at least two sapphire rubies for this. Luna was peeping in my dreams again last night.”

Everypony joined in a round of laughter at the small dragon.

Lost

“Push!” Redheart ordered.

“Ughhhhhh!” she grunted.

Redheart stroked her forehead as the patient beared down. Between her legs, face right between the stirrups, sat Dr. Stork.

“You’re doing great, Fluttershy! The baby is crowning,” Stork said.

“Ugh....” she grunted. A dark blue mane poked through her vagina. As the pressure increased, she emptied her bowels and bladders. A specially trained nurse assistant was ready, quickly wiping away the feces. He also stood by with his super-special bulb syringe.

“There you go, Fluttershy, let it all out,” Redheart encouraged.

Beads of sweat ran down her forehead as her abdomen contracted. “UNGH!”

“Get me clamps and foreceps!” Stork ordered, a hint of panic in his voice.

“wha—Dr.—is he—okay?” Fluttershy managed between contractions.

“It’s perfectly fine, we just need to unwrap the umbilical cord from his neck.” Using his many years of training in the art of cooch, vagina, pussy, and clit, the doctor carefully used a hoof to steady the baby while unwrapping the cord from his neck. “Alright, he’s fine now.”

Everypony breathed a sigh of relief.

“BLUE 42! BLUE 42!”

“What the?”

“HUT HUT HIKE!”

Fluttershy beared down, squirting the baby colt out of her wrecked vagina. Make no mistake, she had a third degree tear of the perineum, she shit herself, and urine was still trickling down her leg.

Yeah, vaginal delivery is nasty as fuck.

Fluttershy looked down at the baby as Redheart began to massage her stomach to help the utereus stop bleeding. Remember our lucky nurse assistant, who thought he could help people and make a decent living? He’s rounding up the last of the blood soaked pads and shit and putting them into the biohazard container. Later, he’ll have to use skylar to disinfect the entire room, take out all the biohazard, and get it ready for the next delivery which should be anytime between 6-24 hours from now.

Yeah, being a nurse assistant is nasty as fuck.

Stork carried the now magically clean baby colt to Fluttershy. “It’s a boy!” he cried out. The light blue colt with a dark blue mane opened his eyes and looked up at her.

“Fuck! Get me away from her, I’m human! My name is Bru—”

Fluttershy stared into his eyes, quickly plunging him back into amnesia.

Dr. Stork stared at the baby in disbelief. “Did—he just talk?”

“Nope!”

Stork looked to the nurse assistant. “Well?” he asked.

I’m not paid enough for this shit. I just want to go get plastered and see if Cloud Kicker will have me. “No, sir, the baby didn’t talk.”

Fluttershy smiled, making a mental note to invite the friendly nurse assistant over to her house later for his reward. After all, now that she was a mommy she would need to find friends for her baby boy to play with.

Luna stars in: The Moonlight Brothel

Fp/M ??

“I’m glad you volunteered, Pinkie. Now that we’re passing legislation to make humans, and marijuana, legal in Equestria, we need establishments such as this where ponies can pay money to have sex with consenting humans,” Luna said.

Pinkie smiled. “You’re super duper welcome! And, I already got the cupcakes ready to celebrate!” She opened the front doors and ponies began to file in. Among their many services were using Luna’s powers to have super sexy dreams, a branch of inter-dimensional customs to facilitate ponies who don’t own a super collider visiting Earth, and a dozen rooms with “volunteer” humans in them to have sex with.

The Moonlight Brothel is the best place to go to have all your kinky desires met.

Pinkie passed out cupcakes, running out quickly. “Alright, Luna, I’m going to get more cupcakes!”

Pinkie bounced down the stairs to the basement, and entered her secret passcode. “6-8-7-3-3-7” She smiled, knowing savvy readers would decrypt the code.

She walked into her bakery. Aside from some sound-proof frosted, and barred, glass windows, the basement was cut off from the world. Pinkie headed over to pin number three.

Inside the pin was a human, whose legs and arms had been amputated at the knees and elbows to be used for cupcakes.

“It’s your lucky day, number three! Today I get to take the rest of your legs to bake cupcakes!” Pinkamena cheered.

The gagged human mumbled and crawled away on his infected stumps.

“Please, Me, we don’t have to do this!” Pinkie cried from the mirror on the wall.

“Yes we do! Everypony loves our soilent green cupcakes! It’s got over 20% more protein than the competitors!” She gestured over to the meat grinder that sat dormant.

“You’re a monster! This isn’t making anyone smile!”

Pinkamena smiled. “It’s making everypony smile, and all it takes is a sedative and a bone saw!” She began to giggle as she walked down to pin number four. “Look, this one still has all four legs left! Shall we do him instead?”

“No!” Pinkie shouts. “I really like him!”

“Well,” she says as you stare helplessly at the crazy pink mare. “If you want to keep a human as a pet, our agreement was you stop interfering. So it’s either stumpy or this one.”

Pinkie lowers her head sadly, deflating in the mirror until she turns back into Pinkamena’s reflection. “Ok, I choose stumpy.”

“Thank you,” you say. You’re chained to the wall in pin number four, a lushly furnished pin filled with many sex toys, a television, and a small restroom. Everything a growing pet human needs to please the only half of Pinkie standing between you and the meat grinder. You put on some headphones and listen to your hoofPod. It’s like an iPod, but the music is DRM free.

On the other side of the room, Pinkamena has dragged the human to the meat grinder and powers it on. A loud rumbling fills the room, and she tosses the end of the chain up into the meat grinder. She is starting to get wet as the chain hoists the human up by his neck, his stumpy legs flailing.

She finds herself sliding a hoot up and down her moist slit as he gets pulled into the air, and gets caught on the lip of the meat grinder. His face is turning blue as the metal collar begins to crack his spine. With a loud pop, it’s dislocated, killing him. His carcus is finally yanked over the lip of the meat grinder.

Pinkamena comes as a red mist is sprayed out of the meat grinder, and the human is turned into ground beef. The sound of crunching bones fills the air.

You lay on your bed and go to your happy place. One Pinkamena is warmed up, Pinkie will visit be paying you a conjugal visit.

Soarin’ girl in: The Shadows of the Rainbow - FP/MP C **

Meeting Soarin’s parents was wonderful. They were two very polite pegasi, even after an embarrassed Soarin confessed to his mother that he whisked you away from the human world.

Now you sit outside, looking over Cloudsdale, in the shadow of a rainbow.

“Hey, you ready for those flying lessons?” Soarin asks.

You turn to look at him, and behind him, the apartment you two are living in. He’s got to get back to work with the Wonderbolts next week and he plans to teach you to fly so you can come with him. Luckily, there is a science enrichment center in Cloudsdale that creates portals to Earth, and guns, but they’re still working on a gun that shoots portals.

“Sure, I guess. How does a pegasus learn to fly?” you ask.

Soarin smiles and walks over to the edge. “Well, it’s one of our oldest traditions from when we lived in nests. Come, I’ll show you.” He smiles and beckons you to the edge.

You walk to the edge and look down, realizing you're about a mile or two in the air and the countryside looks like a painting on canvas. You swallow. “And uh, what do I get as a reward if I agree to it?”

“I’ll let you tie me up and rut me until the sun comes up?”

“That does sound kind of fun, so how does a pegasus learn to fly?”

Soarin drapes a wing over you. “It’s all instinct we pegasi are born with.”

You frown, “but I’m not a pegasus.”

“Close enough.” He chuckles and you catch a smug grin, before he shoves you off the cloud.

You scream and spiral out of control, doing your best imitation of a pedestrian who just got hit by a car in Grand Theft Auto. At one point, you manage to see the back of your own head, you are tumbling so wildly.

After a minute your wings finally open, overcoming the shock of the freefall, and you find yourself flying. At least, you're flying straight down now that your wings have stabilized you. You turn your wings, playing with the angle until you start gliding away from the ground. With tentative flaps, you begin to get a hang for the whole flying thing.

Soarin swoops in behind you. “Now for another ancient tradition, head for that forest.”

You don’t know why, but you go ahead and fly over the forest. Moments later, you feel Soarin flying in close behind you, brushing against your tail. You turn to see what he’s doing.

“Just keep flying straight ahead, last one in the air wins!”

He rams into you, and you gasp and stop flapping. He supports your weight for a second until you start flapping again, realizing he just slid his dick into you in mid-air. You find it hard to fly with him mounted to you in mid-flight. The arousal alone makes remembering to flap very difficult.

You finally start to turn the tables once your pussy starts tightening around his cock, and you fly off into the sunset together.

Trixie in: I Dream of Trixie Fp/M NC ***

It took some convincing and a few well placed bribes, but Trixie was able to have you move back to Equestria with her.

“So, are you pleased with my house?” she asks.

You immediately slap her in the muzzle, bringing tears to her eyes.

“Sorry, are you pleased with my house, master?”

“Yes, it is sufficient. I trust you have a sex dungeon?” you ask.

Trixie gulps, knowing she could use her magic against you since you had to free her from the limiter for her to bring you with her. However, she is afraid too. She knows all too well the punishment for disobedience. “Yes, master.”

She leads you over to the basement door. Downstairs you find all manner of racks, cages, and restraints.

Chained to the wall is a pinkish pony with berries for a cutie mark. It’s hard to see her in the darkness, but she’s clearly being penetrated by something that’s buzzing and has a bit and bridle gagging her.

“What’s this Trixie?” you ask.

She shrinks back, flattening her ears to her head. “Trixie thou—”

You backhand her for using the third person.

“Master, I thought I would dominate some mares in my free time.”

You smile as you visually inspect the mare. “And this one is?”

“Berry Punch, Master. She has been here for several days since I left to visit you. She is the town drunk.”

Having your own harem sounds like an excellent idea. However, Trixie lacks subtetly and if the town drunk goes missing somepony is sure to notice. “Let her go, we’ll start my harem later this week. First, we’re going to need a bigger house.”

“Yes, Master.”

Lyra and Bon Bon in: Bad Eightway M/FP/FP ****

“Ugh,” you groan. You ate far too much today, and it all started so innocently. You decide to recount the story in your head about how your life got inverted, turned upside down. You take a minute while you lie there, to recount how you ate everypony’s delicious derrière

.-~^*^~-.

Lyra and Bon Bon began to cum inside your stomach, which had never felt so full or content. Ever since you three had invented “The Hunger Games,” you had never had a dull night. The rules were simple, and as long as no one used the safeword (which is five-oh-two! Just yell that out and the game stops instantly) it was amazing.

Each nighty, 502 permitting, you’d take turns in a freeze-tag style game with your stomachs. Last pony or human not in a stomach wins, and can either keep the others in their stomach overnight or release them, but they are required to obey all commands for the next 12 hours.

Before an unfortunate error that cut off your self-reflection last time, you had just swallowed Bon Bon when Lyra got home, and you swallowed her too. You’d never managed to get both in your stomach before. Usually, Lyra won the game. One time after she won, she spit you and Bon Bon out. Then then made Bon Bon swallow you, then she swallowed Bon Bon. That was a crazy night.

Anyway, here you lay, two ponies in your stomach, when the doorbell rings. You manage to get to your feet, a feet the other ponies have trouble managing with your much larger body in their stomachs. It feels like you’re about to give birth with the two ponies half your size inside you.

You get to the door and almost open it, before realizing what a sight you must be. With two ponies in your stomach, it’s quite obvious what is going on here. Furthermore, there has been no official announcement from Celestia about the recent string of alleged Humans in Equestria.

Grinning wickedly, you decide to test the limits of this pony magic. You open the door from behind. “Come in!” you say.

“Okay,” a mare replies. In trots Derpy, the local mail pony. You leap on her, pinning her to the ground. “Ahhh! Monster! Ah—”

She is muffled as you close the door and stick her head in your mouth. The innocent pony never saw it coming. You feel her head frantically looking around in your throat, finding nothing. Soon you feel her forelegs sliding down your gullet, her wings expanding in your mouth in a futile attempt to get free. Every inch of her slides down your slick esophagus, and she plops down into your stomach.

You plop down behind the door, finding yourself reaching climax as the three mares squirm around inside you. You can only imagine what it is like for them inside you. . .

“Oh, hey Derpy. What brings you by?” Lyra asks.

“Oh, Lyra it’s awful! I had a muffin to deliver to you and this scary monster jumped out of nowhere and ate me!”

Lyra chuckled. “Hey, Bon Bon, get your hoof out of my pussy for two seconds, okay? Derpy, that’s not a monster, it’s a human. They’re predators and they like to eat ponies.”

Derpy screamed right in her ear and flailed around, poking Lyra in the eye. “He’s gonna eat us! We’re doomed!”

“Relax!” Bon Bon shouted. “He can’t hurt us, the spell won’t permit it. It was designed to turn this into a highly erotic, however impropable, fantasy. We just squirm around and make love until he spits us out.”

“Oh, well I’ve never made love before,” Derpy stated. “I always thought it’d be special, and not in someone’s tummy.”

Lyra’s mouth fell wide open, taking up most of the space in the stomach. “But, you just went to Earth! Pinkie said you were going to get laid!”

Derpy laughed. “No, silly, she sent me there so a human could eat my muffin.”

“That’s what I said, get laid!”

Derpy’s eye wandered as she pondered the meaning of her words. “Nope, just muffins. He ate the blueberry, the strawb—”

Lyra and Bon Bon did a double facehoof. “Look, Derpy, humans are sex toys, nothing more! You were supposed to have him stick lick and nibble on your pus—”

“Language! Why, I’ve never heard you talk so vulgar,” Derpy interrupted.

“Derpy, you mean to tell me you’ve never . . . made love?” Bon Bon asked.

“Of course not!”

“Well, we’re probably gonna be stuck in here awhile so why don’t we show you what it’s like.”

Several Hours Later

You can’t even move as a pony opens the door. You’ve eaten so many, and they’re either playing Dance Dance Revolution in your descending colon, or else they’ve started having an orgy and squirming so much you feel like you’re going to explode.

Rarity strolls in and you open your mouth weekly to eat her. She just stares and shakes her head. “What’s going on here? Lyra was supposed to drop by to pick up her dress.”

“So. . . ful—BLEH!”

Derpy rolls out of your mouth, covered in saliva and magical aphrodisiac stomach acid. She looks up at Rarity. “Sorry, I just don’t know what went wrong!”

“Human, you didn’t! You swallowed Lyra?”

“Ye—ugh make it—”

You feel your stomach contract and seconds later, Cheerilee flies out of your mouth into the wall. She picks herself up, still dazed from her multiple orgasms. “Class—dismissed. . .” She collapses and falls asleep.

“Really, this is so unbecoming of a house pet. Why I can’t believe we’re hiding you sexual deviants here, if I had a human, I’d never let him act so uncouth!”

You chuckle lightly before feeling the next pony making their way out. One hoof at a time, Mayor Mare squirms out of your mouth, towing her wig and glasses in her right fore hoof. She straightens her wig and glasses.

“I didn’t know you wore a wig,” Derpy states.

“Yes, and I’ll evict whichever one of you whispers a word of it to anypony!” She stomps her hooves and marches out the door.

“Well? How many more are in there?” Rarity asks.

“Just f—” This one came with force, and you’ve quickly caused Rose Luck to bounce out and roll into the soda. She grins sheepishly, picks up a dozen roses from a nearby vase, and flees the house.

Next you feel a fullness in your ass, and something pointy. A large fart escapes your ass.

“Gross!” Rarity exclaims. She smacks you in the stomach with a levitating coffee table. At once, you vomit and send Cloud Kicker half-way across the room. She lands, pulling a large improvised dildo out of her pussy. It appears to be the leg of the coffee table she tried to defend herself with when you ate her. With a large wet fart, Lyra stumbles out of your ass.

“Free at last!” Lyra shouts. She heads off towards the shower, no doubt already plotting her revenge, or reward, for the sex orgy in your stomach.

Rarity is shaking her head in disbelief, muttering something about how Celestia was right and that humans being mythical sexually unclean deviants who would masterbate to anything with slit in it.

“Thanks, I was having so much trouble spitting them out—I was so full!”

“Well what on Equestria possessed you to eat so many?” Rarity asked.

You grin, remembering how succulent each one of their dripping pussies were. “They tasted divine.”

With a loud rumble, your stomach expels the next unfortunate pony who visited the Lyra household that night. Berry Punch, fresh out of Trixie’s sex dungeon, had sought Lyra out to hide. Unfortunately for her, she had left a sex dungeon only to be eaten by a human.

“She was the best of all, I could swear I got drunk just licking her,” you explain.

Berry Punch stumbles away. “Dammit! It was one bowl of non-alcholic punch! Why does everypony keep calling me a drunk? My fuckin’ cutie mark is because we own a wine vineyard, not because we drink a wine vineyard!”

She slaps you in the face, then whispers “call me anytime, human.”

The ponies are dispersing and leaving the house when Granny Smith, Bon Bon, Ms. Cake, Blinkie Pie, and Inkie Pie. The Pie sisters had come to visit Pinkie.

“Are you done? I’d very much like to know it’s safe to leave and you’re not going to cram anypony back down your throat,” Rarity stated.

“Yes, I feel so much better now, but I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you say.

“Eh, it’s probably nothing,” Cloud Kicker says. She walks out, tossing you the wooden table leg, dripping in her juices, as a momento. “Call me anytime, stud!”

“I’m outta here,” Rarity declares. She herds the last few ponies out of the house. Now that you are alone with Bon Bon, and a showered Lyra, you remember what you forgot.

“That’s right,” you say. A large contraction expels the final victim from your stomach. Spike stands up, covered in your slobber. His eyes go wide in terror, and he flees the scene.

“Haha,” Lyra says. “Spikes so funny, he always shows up for five seconds and then no pony can find him for the rest of the day!”

Chrysallis in: I own a brothel now. Brothels are cool. Everyone, C/NC, ***

Chrysallis was very proud of herself. Where once she had been a lonely soul whose race was on the verge of extinction from starvation, now she was a successful business pony.

After discovering changelings could feed on sexual energy, and endless supply of happiness for the human race, things had improved vastily. She had brought Sam back, and given him a private room in the basement of her new home on the outskirts of Ponyville.

Sam spent his days on the edge of climax, with no release in sight. Nightly at ten pm, he would explode in orgasm as the tentacles, and often Chrysallis, brutally fucked and whipped him. Somehow, each night he produced even more sexual energy, and soon she was feeding herself and a dozen other changelings off one human.

Soon she had turned it into a business. They captured everything from ponies to humans, griffins to minotaurs, and fed off their sex juices. If you’ve been to a brothel, whether it’s the Bukake Basement in the minnotaur kingdom, or the Hentai Heaven in the griffin kingdom, it’s owned by the changelings.

Species of any race can come pay to live out their sexual desires, bypassing the long lines at the local portals to Earth. They let most of the patrons go after feeding on them, but the ones with no close ties—the orphans, the homeless—get kept forever.

Slowly, the changeling empire is growing fat, gluttenous, on the energies of humans. One day soon, they will take over Equestria and turn everypony into a giant sex battery. Then, the glorious reign of changelings will begin!

That’s the plan, anyway, or as much as Sam has been able to gleam. Ever since he was turned into a mare and tentacle fucked—which has been weeks, being skewered by vibrating tentacles that pump him full of changeling sperm— he has been Chrysallis’ favorite pet. From her personal chambers he has been risen to the rank of Queen’s Number One Ho.

Sam wonders if he’ll ever be free again, if anypony even knows what really goes on in the basements of the brothels springing up across Equestria. . .

Cutie Mark Cum Dumpsters, Yay!

(stolen from another clopfic whose name I forgot, but still, I’m giving you credit by admitting it.)

“There ya are, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said. She sat with Sweetie Belle in the crusader clubhouse.

“Yeah, I had the weirdest dream,” she explained.

They sat forward and listened to hear what it was. “Come on, tell us!”

Scootaloo sat down in front of them. “I had this dream a drunken author raped me to death! I heard what sounded like Celestia laughing the whole time, it was insanely creepy. I even woke up all wet.” She gestured with a hoof and whispered, “down there.”

Apple Bloom gasped. “Did ya have a wet dream? What was it like? Ma sister says it happens when a filly is turnin’ into a mare!”

Sweetie parroted her, “Yeah tell us!”

“Well, I got all warm and funny feeling while he was doing horrible things to me, and I enjoyed it! It was so confusing, I almost wish it was real,” she explained.

“That was nothing, at least yours was a dream,” Dash said. She gave up her hiding spot behind the window and flew inside. The fillies blushed. “Don’t be embarassed, I figure if your sisters won’t give ya the talk, I will. I at least owe it to Scootaloo!”

“What talk?” Scootaloo said.

“Well, when a filly and a colt, human, tentacled creature, or battery assisted toy love each other very much, they like to stick their round pointy ends in our pussy. It feels amazing, but you have to be sure only to let a special somepony do it, and only when your adults. Sex with minors is still a crime in four of the seven Equestrian provinces,” Dash explained.

“What did you mean at least yours was a dream?” Sweetie asked.

“Oh I uh. . . sort of got brutally raped by a human. It’s all good though, according to Twilight there’s nothing left of him or the block his house was on but ash. That just goes to show you, that you have to be careful who you screw!”

Scootaloo sighed. “I guess so, still, it’s too bad it was just a dream. I’d love to have our own pet human. I’ve seen Lyra’s and it’s just not fair! Even Trixie was walking through town today with one.”

“Ah heard from AJ that Twilight’s experimentin’ on humans too, and they say Luna and Pinkie are running a brothel!” Apple Bloom said.

“No way, how will they compete with Penis Palace?” Sweetie asked.

“I heard that place is run by changelings, and that they’re the best sex you’ll ever have,” Dash said longingly.

“What? But wouldn’t you rather have our own pet? We could keep him here in the treehouse!” Scootaloo said.

“Hehe,” a pony laughed. The CMC and Dash all turned to look out the window, to see Celestia grinning widely.

“Hey, wipe that stupid grin off your face! Stop it!” a voice outside shouted.

They all ran outside to see what the commotion was about. Celestia was flying off into the distance, and hogtied on the porch of their clubhouse was a very angry, and quite sober, author.

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS HUMAN OWNERS YAY!!!!!” the fillies cheered in unison.

The author looked at them with fear in his eyes. “Fuck.”

Vinyl’s Surprise - Fp/Fp/F **

There was only one pony left to check on: Tavi. Vinyl had moved her human home and everything was ready.

When Octavia walked through the door, she found Vinyl with a smug grin and a giant sarcophagus. “Surprise!” Vinyl shouted.

“Vinyl! What did you do?” she asked.

“I brought you a gift while you were gone! Why, what did you do with your human?” Vinyl asked.

Octavia blushed, her grey fur turning crimson. “Well, they had these things called burritos on Earth and. . . I don’t wanna talk about it.” She put her cello down by the door and walked over to the sarcophagus.

“Go ahead, open it!”

Octavia undid the clasps and opened the lid. Inside was a squirming human shaped mummy.

“You. . . you brought me my own human?”

Vinyl surprise hugged Tavi. “Of course I did! Her name is Wubsy, she’s super cool and Twilight taught me all kinds of fun magic. She’ll be our new room mate and fuck buddy!”

Octavia smiled. “Thanks, Vinyl, it’s the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me. Aside from the time you played the brown note on your forty-two inch subwoofer to get back at the Canterlot Orchestra for not choosing me for first chair, of course.”

Vinyl smirked. “Hey, what are friends for?”

Meanwhile at Sweet Apple Acres. . .

Big Mac grinned as he finished blowing up his new sex doll. The last dozen or so he had tried had popped, given his massive girth. He had tried Mary the Mare, Rosy Holes the Regal Alicorn, Swallowfire the Sexybolt, G-Spot the Griffin, Anal Amy, Christy Clit, Tight Tara, Molestation Melanie, Filly Felicia and Solid Steel Sandy.

He’d never owned a human sex doll before. Twilight had assured him it was impossible to break this one, because magic. All Big Mac knew is he had a horrible case of blue balls, he could last for hours, and that this sexy human female sex doll was going to be completely full of his cum before he called it quits for the night.

Author's Note

A/N: If I referenced your story then it means I really like your story.

Alright, I think I’ve put the train back on the rails. Now that I’ve reigned in the crazy, I can write “proper horrible clop” next chapter. Who should be next?

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17. The CMC Gets Cutie Marks

“Are ya sure this’ll work?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Of course! Sweetie is a good artist and hers doesn’t look half bad either,” Scootaloo replied.

“Yeah, now that we painted on some fake cutie marks, they’ll think we’re old enough to visit the brothel and have sex with a human!” Sweetie said.

“And y’all are sure that the only reason we don’t have cutie marks is because we are this thing called a virgin?” Apple Bloom asked.

Sweetie Belle smiled. “Oh, definitely. Everypony knows that it’s a bad thing to be a virgin! The trick to happiness is to, as Rarity says, fuck hard and fuck often.”

A short wagon ride later the fillies arrive at the local brothel run by the changelings, who can make any desire come true. . .

“Alright, forty bits for four humans for two hours, and you brought your own toys. Feel free to use some of our equipment too, girls,” the changeling chittered.

“Which room?” Scootaloo asked with a wide smile.

“Number 69”

The three fillies trotted into the room to find a naked woman sitting in the center of the floor. She appeared to have been put in a very docile state.

“Whoa, humans have such big breasts,” Apple Bloom observed.

“Yeah, but look how tiny her pussy is,” Sweetie giggled.

Scootaloo ran up to her “Oh, where do we start?”

“But ain’t it s’posed to be a male human for us to not be a virgin?”

“Hi little fillies,” the female said in a soft, even tone of voice. “I love your cutie marks. Such sparkly diamonds, a lovely apple fritter, and is that a skateboard and a ring of fire?”

“Sure is!” Scootaloo beamed with pride. “So uh, I asked that the female go first so she can tell us how you’re supposed to ‘pop your cherry’.”

“Oh little fillies, you can call me Cherry then, and I’ll make sure this is a night you never forget.”

“CUTIE MARK CRUSADER CHERRY POPPERS YAY!”

“Hmm, maybe I should put on a latex catsuit first,” Cherry said.

Scootaloo reached in her saddlebag. “Here you go! Dash says water based lubricant works best, so you can use this to help get in!”

“I guess that’ll do.” Cherry began putting a cat suit on using copious amounts of the liquid. It did help her slide in easily. “Now that it’s all zipped up, who wants to go first?”

Cherry set the bottle of super-glue down on the nightstand. She flexed a little in the cat suit, feeling only warmth and tingling, not yet aware the cat suit was now permanent.

“Oh, me! Me!” Scootaloo chanted.

Sweetie and Apple Bloom looked at each other and shrugged.

“Alright, just lay down on this pillow.”

Scootaloo flopped on her back and spread her wings out. “I had a dream like this once but I wasn’t quite sure what was going on.”

“The trick is to take it slow, let the passion build up.” Cherry leaned over and began kissing Scootaloo’s inner thighs. “Let the first time be special, or if you’re into it, kinky.” Cherry leaned in and suckled her clit, causing her to gasp and shiver.

“Wha—oooh.” Scootaloo closed her eyes as Cherry began to lap at her pussy lips with her tongue.

“Y’all look good at this, let’s get the rest of the humans in here to help out Sweetie.”

The two crusaders left to find the rest of the humans.

Cherry stuck two fingers into Scootaloo’s wet pussy. The filly groaned in pleasure as she was explored for the first time in her life. A moment later, she felt something gently pushed into her mouth and click into place.

By the time she finished moaning and looked, she saw that it was a bright red ball gag. She mumbled and found she could no longer speak. Scootaloo wanted to panic, but a strange feeling welling up inside her was distracting her.

A small fire was burning in her belly and pussy, causing her to quiver with anticipation. She felt so good, so alive, and could do little but buck her hips against the human’s tongue and fingers that continued to probe her.

After Scootaloo came, she entered a state of bliss, before she felt the hoofcuffs on her legs. She opened her eyes to find two changelings standing over her.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie returned to the room with the other three humans they had bought for the night.

“Y’all are mighty real for mythological creatures,” Apple Bloom observed.

“So are you, for TV show characters,” the human known as Steve replied.

“Wait, what’s a TV show?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Steve chuckled. “Nothing.”

They shrugged, before Sweetie pulled out some potions. “Hmm, I got these from Zecora’s sex shop. I wonder which we should try first?”

Apple Bloom pointed a hoof at the orange one. “How about that one, it matches Scootaloo’s coat. Say, where is Scootaloo?”

Steve pointed to the back door. “Cherry probably took her back to a private room for a bit. Timmy, Betty, and I will try a potion.”

“Sure, let’s just hurry up. Scootaloo looked like she was having fun and I want to know what it’s like too!” Sweetie exclaimed. She handed Steve the orange potion, Timmy the blue potion, and Betty a pink potion. They all drank their potion.

Soon, Steve collapsed to the floor as his arms and legs began to shrink. After a minute of him squealing like a stuck pig, his arms and legs had vanished. He was now a head, torso, and penis, incapable of moving.

Timmy sprouted eight legs and his abdomen grew into that of a large spider. Soon, his head had been covered with a dozen eyes and his body had thick brown fur.

Betty melted into a pile of ooze on the floor. She was now green, six feet across and a few feet tall. She seemed to still be alive, she was just some sort of slime monster now.

“Whoa, what did the potions do?” Apple Bloom asked.

Sweetie shrugged. “I don’t know, she doesn’t sell to fillies so I just stole the first few I could find from the fetish aisle. They’re supposed to ‘fulfill your every secret desire, for use on humans only.’”

Apple Bloom walked up to Steve, who makes an excellent rug. “Ah think ah know what ta do with this from watching Applejack in the barn when she’s lonely after a hard day’s work. Ya stick the pointy end in first.” She mounted the quadruple amputee and began easing his shaft into her tight, virgin pussy.

Apple Bloom grimace. “Hey, Sweetie, give me some of that lube.” She pointed to the super glue on the night stand.

Sweetie reached for it with her magic, accidently squeezing too hard and causing it to shoot out in Steve’s face. He closed his eyes in time, but soon found them glued shut along with his mouth. He grunted through his nostrils, managing to clear them of glue in time.

“Shucks, got any extra?” Apple Bloom asked. Sweetie pulled out the real lubricant and passed it to her. Soon, Apple Bloom had managed to lubricate the cock and start sliding it slowly in and out, very shallow.

“You’re sssupossed to go deeper,” Timmy said. He was busy weaving what looked like a web in the corner, but some of his eyes faced Apple Bloom. “It’ll tear at firssst, but that’sss how you know he’ssss in.”

“Thanks, human!” Apple Bloom said. She pushed deeper and could feel something about to break, when she noticed the green ooze surrounding her.

“Hey, Sweetie, what’s the ooze doing?” Apple Bloom asked. She turned to find her, only to see that Timmy had grabbed her.

“Apple Bloom, run!” Sweetie said. She was flailing around, and knocked a candle to the ground. Timmy threw her against the web and watched her struggle. He began cocooning her in his web, leaving a gap open so he could fit his manhood inside her.

Apple Bloom leapt to her feet, but found them all stuck in the green ooze. “Ah can’t move! And this ooze is burning ma skin!”

“Good work, Cherry. We can always use new fillies for our brothel on Earth,” the changelings said.

Cherry was struggling with the zipper on her back. “Ugh, I can’t get this stupid latex suit off!” Her skin was itching, burning, and sweat was pooling inside the latex suit. It felt like it had been glued to her skin.

“Oh, I bet I can help,” Scootaloo said. The changeling guards shrugged, and let her help Cherry.

She pulled out some white powder. “This stuff is supposed to make latex not stick, it’s called um. . . talkin’ powder, or something.” She began squeezing it and spraying white powder everywhere. It was, in fact, sneezing powder.

Soon the two changeling guards, Cherry, and Scootaloo were rolling around and sneezing. The filly managed to focus and run out of the basement she had been brought to in the confusion. As she emerged on the first floor, she saw some smoke coming from down by room 69.

Scootaloo ran to the door and kicked it open. On the wall was Sweetie Belle and a very horny looking spider-man. He was about to take her virginity, when he noticed the fire behind him. He grabbed Sweetie and crawled onto the ceiling, and out of the room. Before Scootaloo could go after them, he saw Apple Bloom.

“Help, Scootaloo! Mah feet are stuck!” Apple Bloom said.

“Hold on!” Scootaloo replied. She pulled out an electric shock collar that she had borrowed form Dash. Turning it on, she tossed it into the goo. The ooze that had covered Apple Bloom up to the neck seemed to turn to liquid, and poured off of her.

“Thanks, Scoots!”

The two fillies ran out of the room after Sweetie. “Which way did she go?” Scootaloo asked.

“Ah don’t know, just try all of them!”

They brust through room 68. Inside, there was a minotaur, a wyvern, and a human. The human female had the wyvern’s massive cock in her ass, while his tail fucked her pussy. At the same time, the minotaur had his furry dick deep down her throat. She was being bucked back and forth between them like an accordian.

“Nope, our Sweetie is in another room!” Apple Bloom slammed the door.

They burst into room 67. Inside the spa sisters were laying on the floor, bound and gagged, as two dozen humans masterbated on them. The white rain had covered almost every inch of them, with no signs of stopping.

“Ew!” Scootaloo shouted. “I’m not so sure I want my cherry popped!” They rushed to the next room.

They burst into room 66. Inside, they found Twilight being fucked by Shining Armor, while Braeburn fucked Shining in the ass. Celestia and Luna were muzzle deep in each other’s snatches, and Spike was clinging onto Rarity’s ass fucking her.

“Sister!” Sweetie yelled. The ponies all looked over at them, and all but one turned into changelings. They chittered, and charged the fillies.

Scootaloo slammed the door, grabbed Apple Bloom, and threw her into room 65. She slammed that door behind them.

They looked at the wall and saw Sweetie Belle. She was hovering a pair of scissors around cutting herself free.

“Oh thank Celestia, you’re okay!” Scootaloo said.

Once she had gotten down, she went over to Apple Bloom’s saddle bag and pulled a vial out. She then pulled a flask out of Scootaloo’s bag. “Yeah, and it’s time for plan B.”

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom looked at each other. “Ya mean the one where if we get in trouble, we erase the evidence?”

Sweetie grinned. “Yep.” She poured the vial into the flask and swirled it around. The blue liquid quickly turned white, and began expanding. Sweetie flung it at the wall. It exploded, sticking to the wall, and expanding rapidly.

“Time to get out of here!” Scootaloo said. The three fillies ran to the window and opened it up, jumping out. As they ran, they heard screaming behind them.

There were vines and tentacles bursting out the windows. Half the building was on fire and the other half was being filled by rapidly expanding foam. Several latex clad women were fleeing into the night, being chased by changelings wearing the shapes of everypony from Peppermint Twist to Mayor Mare.

One creature that looked an awful lot like Discord walked outside, snapped his fingers, and vanished. Another creature turned out to be a giant inflated human, who Pinkie Pie rode into the air like a hot air balloon.

The last pony out of the house before it was completely encased in foam was Chrysallis. She took one look at the cutie mark crusaders and screamed.

“Uh oh, girls, I think we better go.” Scootaloo hopped on the scooter and the others jumped in the wagon, and they sped off.

She fell to her knees and threw her front hooves in the air for dramatic effect. “CUTIE MARK CRUSAAAAADEEEEEEERSSSSSS!!!!!!!” Chrysallis screamed.

Author's Note

Yes, the CMC are still virgins. You've been ~~trolled~~ foreplayed. Tune in next time for total ~~flacidity~~ penetration!

18. The Author Gets Screwed

a/n the cmc are the age of consent, unless your into foalcon, then use your headcanon.

“So Molestia sent ya here to be our pet human?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Yeah, she said something about putting a ‘smile on that face’ and then zapped me here,” I explained.

“That explains why a couple chapters ago she just dropped you off here,” Scootaloo said.

“Well, Apple Bloom installed the eyebolts and Dash gave us restraints, so shall we get started cheering you up?” Sweetie asked.

“Yeah.”

I leaned back as the CMC did their best to tie me up. They wouldn’t earn a cutie mark in bondage, not yet at least, but they were able to tie me to the wooden floor spread eagle of their clubhouse. They then put a blindfold on, and started giggling and whispering about who would go first.

“Uh, well I do know this one spell I hear Rarity use,” Sweetie explained. “If I use it, then the human will last longer and cum more! But, I’m not sure what a cum is. . .”

“Learn by doing, fillies!”

“Okay, then I’ll go first! After all, he was in my dream!” Scootaloo shouted.

I felt small hooves scamper across my chest and pace around on my stomach. Nervously she seemed to be lowing herself onto my twitching dick.

“Hey, it’s okay, Scoots, I trust you,” I said.

“Thanks, Mr. Author, you’re so nice, and well hung. I wish we could keep you forever!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“I bet Twilight could pull some strings and turn me into a handsome young colt, and we could start our own herd,” I offered.

Sweetie Belle began casting her spell and I could feel my dick and balls tingling. I knew that the Cutie Mark Crusaders had a poor track record at … well … everything, and protested. “Hey, no spells I—”

I heard the fillies giggling, then felt something slide between my lips. It felt like a large ring gag, and I found myself unable to speak. That’s when I felt one of the fillies sit on my face.

Scootaloo finally found her mark, and wrapped her hooves around my stomach. Relative to me and a full grown pony, they were almost like puppies. The small Scootaloo latched onto me and began slowly rubbing herself up and down my dick.

I could hear the filly gasp and whimper as I tore through her hymen and took her virginity.

“Y’all okay, Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Yeah—Dash says it hurts the first time, but then it gets better.”

I felt the filly on my face wiggle around until their pussy was dripping into my mouth. At first I worried it would be foul, and taste like a dead fish in a sock full of racoon shit. Instead, it tasted like marshmallows and expensive perfume. I guessed that Sweetie Belle was currently on my face.

I took breaths when I could and began sticking my tongue into her miniature pussy. Well, miniature is a relative term. I found that it was just the right size for my tongue.

I was able to thrust my tongue in deep and taste the back of her pussy. Each time she quivered and tightened her pussy around my tongue, it would slip and squirm back out. Then, I would thrust it back into the tightened pussy until she moaned in ecstasy.

I hardly noticed the blood trickling into my mouth until the coppery taste hit my throat. I had just taken her virginity too, and I didn’t care. All I could picture was the sweet taste of s'mores. Knowing she would likely cum soon, I decided to suckle on her clit and tease her for awhile.

Scootaloo was picking up her rhythm again. She was unbelievably tight and were it not for Sweetie’s spell, I would have cum by now. I was just glad her spell didn’t cause my dick to fall off.

Sweetie Belle began tightening her legs on my face. “Come on, Mr. Human, stop teasing me!” She stopped to catch her breath as she panted on the edge of climax. “Make me cum!”

I started to stick my tongue back into her pussy when I noticed Apple Bloom whimpering. I paused for a second, and then felt her slide between my legs. Something rigid and wet slid up against my anus, and I realized she must be fucking me with a double-sided dildo.

Sweetie’s sweat and fluids were dripping into my mouth and making me even hornier. I stuck my tongue deep into her pussy and thrust in and out as quickly as I could. She began squealing in that cute, high pitched voice, as her pussy tightened up and I felt her spasming on top of my face.

She rubbed her clit against my nose, smashing her pussy lips against my face. I did my best to please her further, until she fell off my face moaning in pleasure. I had just brought the first crusader to climax.

Scootaloo was going to town now, panting as she rode up and down. At the same time, something between Apple Bloom’s pussy and my ass began vibrating as she thrust it in and out of me.

I could feel Scootaloo getting tighter and tighter as she lost control. Soon, she exploded and collapsed on my stomach. Her pussy milked every drop of sperm out of me as I came inside her. She was too exhausted from the orgasm to move, and laid there with me inside her while Apple Bloom finished up.

She took a little longer with her toy, and the constant teasing in my ass kept me hard inside Scootaloo. Finally I felt her fall back, and the dildo slipped out as my ass tightened up. The third and final of the crusaders had come.

“Good show, girls,” Dash said. When I heard her familiar voice I tensed up. She didn’t seem to be a fan of humans. “I see you followed my instructions to the letter.”

“Yeah,” Sweetie moaned. “Wow, and you get to go to Earth and do that all the time?”

“Uh well, not me,” Dash said.

I felt Scootaloo pull herself up, and my dick jumped to attention. “It’s okay, Dash, this human is really nice! I bet he’d love to eat your pussy!”

I nodded my head and moaned through the gag.

“I uh, well. . .”

“Come on, ah’ll cheer ya on!” Apple Bloom said. “And if he proves he’s a nice human, you can tell Twilight ta let him stay!”

“Huh?” I heard Dash walk over and could feel her breath on my neck. “You want to stay with my crusaders?”

I gulped and nodded my head yes.

“Would you ever hurt them?”

I shook my head no.

“Good,” she leaned in close and whispered, “if you do, I’ll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat.” Dash spoke back up. “Now, time to take you for a spin, human, and see if you’re worth keeping around!”

Before the fear had settled, I felt her plot smack down on my face, slamming my head against the ground. She ran her tongue down to the base of my dick, and laughed as pre-cum leaked out.

“You’ve got to make me cum before you do, and maybe I’ll let the girls keep you.”

I stuck my tongue up to taste her pussy. I could smell ozone, and the sensation of a warm thunderstorm on my tongue. It was humid and electrifying, yet refreshing.

I gasped, nearly choking on the fluid dripping out of her pussy, when she shoved my cock into her throat in one swift motion. She began bobbing up and down on my shaft relentlessly, wasting no time in her effort to make me cum first.

I felt around and suckled on her clit a couple times, before tracing around the inside of her labia with my tongue. Once she started bucking her hips against my face, I knew she was ready to feel me inside her.

As my tongue entered her pussy I felt the tingling return, and wondered if it had to do with her weather talent. I used my tongue as a scoop, curling it and running along each side of her pussy in quick succession. I wiggled and twirled it around, inventing new moves and trying to figure out which moves she liked the most.

I could tell she was getting close as she used her weight to pin my head against the ground. She was rubbing her snatch across my face, making it hard to keep my tongue in her pussy. At one point I found myself giving her a rim job until she moved her labia back in range.

I could feel my own orgasm getting near as she sped up her bucking. It felt like it would be a photo finish.

I heard loud moaning as she slowed her fast movements. She got up and turned around above me. “Not—bad human, but I think—you got lucky.”

I felt her lay down on top of me, and slide my dick into her pussy. She nuzzled her head against my neck. “Let’s see if you can go two for zero, champ.”

Dash began bucking her hips against my dick. My erection was painful, my body wishing so badly to expel my seed. The spell Sweetie had put on my cock was likely the only reason I lasted this long.

She was riding me like a mare possessed, bouncing up and down with large wet slurping sounds. For a minute I thought she might snap my dick in two. Finally she froze, jamming herself down painfully on my dick, and grinding her hips against me.

Her pussy tightened up and I heard her moaning loadly. Then, I heard the fillies giggling. I felt a familiar tingling as Sweetie released the spell. I yelled through my gag as I exploded inside Dash.

I came with her full weight on me, her pussy clenched tightly, and felt more sperm then I had ever ejaculated flowing into her. The pressure built and she wrapped her legs around me. She began small thrusts on my shaft as she enjoyed the building pressure.

I felt the sperm start leaking it’s way out, dripping down my shaft, to my balls, and onto the floor.

“You—can stay,” Dash muttered.

I felt Dash collapse on top of me and heard a gentle snoring. I wiggled around against the ropes holding me spread eagle, but with her weight it was even more hopeless.

Then I felt the three fillies drape a blanket over us, and curl up against my sides under the blanket.

And that’s how I spent the night: Tied spread eagle, cock softening in Rainbow’s pussy, with three horny fillies grinding against my sides.

It was going to be a long weekend.

Author's Note

What do you know? All the recent self-insert porn (see Fluttershy's Selfbondage Misfortune, or Twilight's Plant Problem) actually IS making me feel better!!

:twilightsheepish:

19. When A Pony Comes

M/F NC ***

I laid down on the bed in my dorm room. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to getting some sleep. Luckily I could turn in early, as the small dorm rooms weren’t shared.

My phone vibrated and I picked it up to check the message. “Hey, Soren, you going to the game?”

I shot back a message telling him I was going to bed early. Then I turned off the phone and stripped naked, getting under the covers and passing out like a log.

My dreams were much stranger than usual that night. I kept tossing and turning, sweating under the covers. My body was burning up and in my dream I was lost in a vast desert. The hairs along my arms and legs were itching, and dripping in sweat.

I woke up and pushed the covers off, letting the cold air send chills down my spine. There was a blue glow in the room, perhaps I had left my computer running. I sighed and waited for the large puddle of sweat to evaporate.

That’s when I felt the itching and burning in my groin, my arousal becoming painfully obvious. I reached down to scratch the itch, moaning as my hand brushed along the two incredibly sensitive lips.

Wait, what?

I laid there for a moment waiting for my brain to wake up and process the information.

Itching, burning, no dick, wet lips—aha! It’s another dream!

I reached down and rubbed against my feminine sex again, causing my entire body to tremble.

Wait, are you sure this is a dream? Quick, pinch yourself! Abort! Abort!

Groaning, I refused to pinch myself. I glanced down and saw velvet hair growing along my stomach and legs. There was a startling lack of my penis, but being a dream I just went with it. The next surprise was the two hooves I had instead of hands. My arms seemed a little shorter, and had already been covered in the soft red fur.

I rubbed my hoof against the moist slit between my legs, moaning loudly.

This isn’t right!

Shut up! It feels amazing!

“Someone’s enjoying their new body,” a feminine voice said.

I jolted up in bed, glancing to my left. My heart sped up as I saw Shining Armor and Cadance sitting in the corner of my room. “I know you—you’re from the show!”

A wave of pain washed through my body as joints in my legs popped, and bones shifted. Up until now the dream had been rather benign, even enjoyable. I suddenly realized from the sharp pains in my legs it was no dream.

“Aaah! Stop it!” I shouted. “I—” My throat tightened up, causing me to cough and choke for a moment. “What are you doing?!” I finally managed. However, my voice had gone from masculine to the softest feminine tone I’d ever heard.

Shining smiled, but was still concentrating on his horn and the magic flowing out of it and into my body.

“Why, we’re turning you into a pony. Really, Shining, is this the smartest one we could afford?” Cadance asked.

“What? No, stop!” I tried to lunge at Shining, but none of my limbs seemed to work properly. I landed on the floor face-first. I felt my legs getting shorter, and my new joints bending in all sorts of odd directions.

A pain shot out my ass from the base of my spine. I rolled over and saw a long crimson tail.

“The spell is complete,” Shining said.

“What spell?” I asked.

Shining smiled. “Why don’t I show you. I did promise Cadance a show.”

I glanced down at my four legs and managed to push myself backwards against the wall. “Stay back!” I felt my muscles clench up in my groin, and felt two lips smack together. Glancing down, I caught my new anatomy winking at my guests.

“Is the spell not working?” Cadance asked.

“Give it a few minutes, and she’ll be begging for me to fuck her,” Shining explained.

“No, why would you want to fuck me! This has to be some nightmare!” I hit myself in the face with a hoof, causing my jaw to become sore. A few tears left my eyes from the pain, yet the burning in my pussy was distracting me. It was becoming all I could focus on.

I stared down at the two wet lips and touched them with my hooves, spreading them open slightly. It felt so wonderful to touch myself there. I glanced up at Shining, who stood a few feet away. He had a penis that looked two feet long hanging erect beneath his chest.

“You’re going to bear our royal children, nurse them and care for them. We can’t have Princess Cadance pulled from her important duties due to pregnancy, nor would she have her stunning figure ruined,” Shining explained.

“I don’t—understand, why?”

“Because we can. Now, beg me to fuck you.”

“No!” I shouted.

My gaze drifted back down to his cock. There were droplets of pre cum dripping off the head and into the carpet. I felt my loins clenching and relaxing, beckoning him over. My insides actually itched, leading me to try and stick a hoof inside and explore my new equipment. With a wet shclop, my hoof went in a couple inches but couldn’t alleviate any of the itching or burning.

Shining armor grinned as I played with myself and took a few steps back. When I glanced up at him, I started licking my lips.

No, abort! Get outta here!

I silenced my mind and knew exactly what I needed. Shining’s cock was the only thing that could end my suffering. He seemed to sense my thoughts.

“That’s right, you need my cock, don’t you? The longer you resist, the worse it’ll get. The only way for you to keep your sanity or personality is to get fucked by me daily. Or, you can snivel there until you’re driven mad by lust, and one of your friends comes to check on you and finds you humping a textbook,” he mocked.

“I uh. . . how? Okay, please make it stop!”

“No, you need to beg,” Shining said. “Crawl over here and grovel.”

My glance bounced between him and Cadance. Her horn was glowing and I saw her moving something in and out of her own marehood, obviously enjoying my predicament. When I looked back at Shining, my nose picked up his musky scent.

I got to my shaky hooves and started to walk towards him. I fell onto my knees and elbows, and began crawling on my unfamiliar pony body. He was only six feet away near the foot of my bed, but it took all my effort to focus on walking using these new pony legs.

Shining was chuckling as I finally reached his hooves, panting from the exertion. I could feels unnatural streams of lubricant flowing out of my body. The itching inside me had progressed to burning, like rubbing alcohol on open wounds.

“P-please, fuck me. Use me, fuck me, just make it stop!” I begged.

“So, you want me to fuck you?” Shining asked.

“Yes!”

“You want to give birth to as many children as we choose?”

I thought about it for a moment, my rational mind not wanting to give birth to any children. At the same time, I felt my rump raising itself in the air, and my tail swish to the side. The alien organ he’d just cursed me with was blinking again, squirting out small amounts of fluid. My stomach felt like I was starving, as if I hadn’t eaten in days. The desire to get fucked was so strong.

“Y-yes, alright! I’ll have your kids just fuck me!”

“You hesitated. Maybe I’ll just leave you here until tomorrow night, let you reconsider,” Shining said. He turned around, letting me catch a good glimpse of his balls as he walked away.

“No! Fuck me, I swear I’ll have all your kids and nurse them! I’ll never disobey you!” I bit my lip, aware of my words yet unable to resist uttering them.

Shining smiled to Cadance, then turned to face me. “Well then, lay on your bed with your hind legs on the floor.”

His command soothed the burning in my loins for a moment, allowing me to think clearly. It was almost like my brain was programmed to reward good behavior, except ‘good behavior’ was ‘getting fucked by a stallion’. As I sat there and pondered this, the itching began to intensify again, and my thoughts got cloudy.

I crawled towards the bed and started to pull myself up onto it. My body was on auto-pilot, despite my brain still mulling over what was going on. It proved too hard to resist, and I gave in, taking a hoof-full of blanket and pulling myself all the way into place.

“Good, Scarlet.” Shining stepped up behind me and rubbed his hooves along my flanks.

“But my name isn’t Scarlet, it’s So—”

“You’re name is what I tell you it is!” He slapped a hoof across my flank, the stinging pain causing me to choke back tears. “Show some gratitude.”

“Yes sir,” I said. I wanted to retract my statement, to yell at him, but I gasped loudly and nearly jumped off the bed when I felt a large warm object bump into my backside. As I calmed down, the yearning inside me started to subside as I realized it was just his dick, searching for entry.

“You’ll wear this, can’t have you screaming too loudly.”

“Wear wh—mmph!” Shining used his magic to pull a rubber bit into my mouth and strap it onto my head. It pinned my tongue down and left me unable to do more than grunt and moan. Drool began to fall from my tongue onto the bedsheets.

I tried to push away and take the gag out, but his forelegs pinned me to the bed. He seemed so large and heavy, and I wasn’t use to having this weaker and smaller body. I squirmed around, clenching the muscles in my ass to deny him access. Even this one small act of defiance triggered another wave of hunger and burning to pass through my groin.

Finally I yielded, slumping onto the bed and allowing his cock to push forward against my folds. I felt the wide head of his cock pass inside of me. Pressure built as he pushed in, and before I could figure out why I felt something tear and screamed in pain. Now I know why he gagged me, he had just taken my virginity! I had never imagined it hurt like that for a woman when I’d had sex as a man.

Shining nipped at my neck, slowly going up the back until he was nipping my ears. I began to wave my ears around playfully, and he continued to hunt them down and nibble on them. His distractions helped me ignore the pain in my aching pussy as he slid further in, expanding my love canal.

After another minute, I felt his hips slap against mine. My muscles clenched down on his shaft. For the first time since he had cast his spell on me, I was no longer itching or burning, I was no longer suffering. I finally felt happy and at peace, in fact, all my senses seemed heightened and I was really enjoying this.

I began whimpering and whining as he pulled out of me. I felt so empty, and in those few seconds I began to itch to have him inside me. I pushed my hips backward, but only managed to get a few inches of him in.

“Good mare,” he whispered in my ear. “And good mares get rewarded.”

His fore legs hooked over my shoulders as he slid back in slowly. The pleasure he brought me by the simple act of filling me was more than I’d ever known as a man. He began a steady rhythm of pulling out and pushing back in.

I buried my face in the blanket to muffle my loud moaning, and grasped at the sheets with my forelegs as best as I was able. While I anchored myself on the bed, I found myself rocking my hips against his. When he thrust, I’d shove back until I felt his balls slap against my legs or belly. When he pulled back, I’d lean forward to make sure the next thrust lasted as long as possible.

As he sped up I found it harder and harder to think rationally. The burning fire, the yearning, had turned to a warm pleasure. Euphoria spread throughout my body as my brain rewarded my ‘good’ behavior. I forgot all about college and focused on the feel of his large shaft and the small bumps from each of the veins on his cock.

He sped up and I matched his pace, feeling something change inside me. The sensations were overwhelming me, pushing me towards the edge of my first female orgasm. My muscles were aching from my attempts to drive his cock deeper and deeper.

I felt the head of his dick expanding and I felt it, deep in my womb. As the pressure increased I lost control, tensing up all my muscles and screaming through the gag into my bedsheets. My whole body was on fire and I was trembling, and my virgin canal had tightened down around his shaft so hard he could barely pull back.

I felt his teeth bite into my neck, taking a large mouthful of hair, and yanking it back. He placed a few more thrusts down the tight shaft before bottoming out against my cervix and holding himself there, pushing himself against me.

My body was still quaking in delight when I felt bulges traveling down his cock, and a warm fluid began to fill my uterus. His dick had trapped his sperm in with nowhere else to go, and I felt my stomach expanding as if I had eaten a large thanksgiving dinner.

I was so lost in the pleasure that I couldn’t tell how long it’d taken him to finish. When he did pull out, I felt a torrent of his sperm start dripping out onto the floor. My burning desire had been sated for now and I wanted to curl up for a nap and wait for his babies to implant themselves inside me.

“Again,” Cadance ordered.

Shining smiled, pulling me off the bed by my tail. He removed the rubber bit from my mouth, allowing me to speak. “You did well, now you have the privilege of finishing off the rest of my cum.”

“But I’m sleepy,” I whined. I looked at his still rigid cock and felt my stomach grumbling. The familiar itch his musky odor seemed to cause became more noticeable. Already, I could feel my body struggling against his spell, fighting the horny urges to obey his every desire.

“Come on, I can hear how hungry you are.” He grabbed my head and slowly lowered it onto the head of his cock.

“Okmmph!” I felt his head enter my mouth and tasty the mixture of salt and something half-way between sweet and sour. I realized I was tasting myself as much as him. His large stallionhood seemed far too large for me to work with.

“Shh, let me help you out this time,” Shining said. He pushed my head down, and I pushed back. I was fighting the urge to gag until I felt the tingling of his magic.

My throat seemed to relax and go numb, and I felt the large head of his cock push back against it. I was forced to straighten out my neck and lift my chin as he used slow thrusts to edge further into my throat.

I noticed it was getting hard to breathe, and that I could only inhale inbetween thrusts. My mind had already wandered off, eager to please him and fill my rumbling tummy. I slid down his cock, trying to get it all the way inside. The stretching of my throat was uncomfortable, but I could hear Shining moaning and knew he was enjoying it.

With my forelegs, I grabbed his flanks and pulled myself further down. Just a few more inches and I’d be at the base of his shaft. I could feel every inch of his cock against my tight, moist throat. I reached the bottom of his shaft, cheering mentally, and started to fondle his balls in my hooves.

After a moment my lungs started to burn and I backed up, letting him slide out until I gulped in some air and started thrusting his length inside me again. His hooves were still holding onto my hair like handlebars, guiding me up and down, but I was moving of my own free will. My pussy was winking, my insides burning as I became aroused from his dick in my throat.

Cadance moaned, and I was able to catch a glimpse of her. Her horn was glowing brightly and the large toy in her marehood seemed to be vibrating. After watching her in awe for a few minutes, I saw her levitate the toy out. She glanced at me and winked, before putting the toy away and taking out another.

Shining pulled my head up and pushed it back down. Remembering what I was supposed to be doing, I resumed my tempo. Once he relaxed, I sped up to hurry him towards his climax.

Shining let go and braced his forelegs against the floor as he approached his limit. I smiled, drawing him out to the tip and taking a deep breath. I then slammed my head down, taking his cock to the hilt with my throat. I grabbed his balls to give them a squeeze, feeling his muscles contract as he came.

The loads of semen pulsed down my throat towards my stomach, and I did my best to suck on the base of his shaft and tease his balls. This time I was aware enough to count, realizing after the twelfth load he should be done by now. My stomach was starting to protest as he pumped an unnatural amount of his seed into my belly, but I held my position on his shaft.

I was enjoying his muscular cock so much that I had a small orgasm as my body milked every ounce of his sperm. Finally, Shining pushed me up off his shaft. I sucked on the head of his cock and was rewarded with a little more of his creamy seed. My earlier exhaustion hit me again and I slumped onto the floor, curling up into a little ball to go asleep.

“Excellent work, Scarlet,” Cadance said. “You can take a nap too if you like, darling. We’ll take her back to Equestria with us in the morning.”

Author's Note

Requested by Seven Fates. Perhaps his OC got off easy, or perhaps he missed out... look what happens if he hadn't swapped places with Lyra.

p.s. I guess Hiatus is over.

1. Trixie Takes What is Hers

Fp/M . NC . *

It’s been a long day full of annoying co-workers you wish would lay down in traffic. You still haven’t figured out how such gigantic morons are allowed to work at a hospital with you. The doctors are the worst, convinced they’re saving lives when sitting at their computer desks playing Peggle.

No, it’s nurses who save lives and you’ve just got done working your third double-shift this week. You don’t mind being a male nurse and being mocked by your buddies, but until they’ve worked 120 hours in one week you just wish they’d shut up.

You could use a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow you are off and if you slept 36 hours straight it still wouldn’t be enough. You close the door to your home behind you and immediately begin throwing your clothes all over the floor.

Your shoes land next to a discarded pizza box. If memory serves, it was Hawaiian and it’s empty now. The rest of your clothes land in the dirty pile that sits next to the washing machine. Adjacent to it is the dryer and a pile of clean clothes. Your bachelor organizational system is flawless.

A bath sounds really nice, but you’d just fall asleep. You decide on a shower to wash all the filth that patients have been sneezing onto you. Usually, a little playtime with yourself is a great way to unwind before bed. You’re so tired that you can’t focus quite right and have the most unfulfilling shower ever.

What a perfect fucking day.

At least your aching muscles are relaxing now from the hot water. A popping sound reaches your ears and for a moment you wonder if you left the T.V. on before you left for work. Your fingers are pruned so you decide to call an end to the shower.

You step out of the shower and dry off, realizing for the first time your eyelids have been half-closed since you got home. Yawning widely, you nearly topple over as your mind drifts off to thoughts of a down pillow and smooth bed sheets. The door to your bedroom swings open as you stumble in butt naked. Normally you’d put on some pajamas, but screw that. You’re going to fall face-first onto the bed and sleep for thirty six hours and it’s going to be legendary.

“It is about time, hairless oaf!” a female voice calls out.

Freezing on the spot, you rub your eyes and try to get rid of the fatigue. “Wha?” You kicked your last girlfriend out when she bitched about you working night shifts. Was it too much to ask for her to make you sandwiches after working all night? At the very least, she could have done the dishes.

Who was in the bed now?

You recall coming straight home from work. Unless the girl from the bar two nights ago decided to sneak back into your house and wait for your double-shift to end it couldn’t be her. Jessica didn’t have keys anymore. You changed all the locks when she slashed your tires and poured gasoline on the lawn, spelling out “whore” in dead grass.

Sally had probably slept her way to venereal disease by now. That relationship ended with the mailman, literally. Police found Sally two weeks after you broke up strangled in his basement. Tammy had likely died of alcohol poisoning. She was great fun, and a perfect wingman. They don’t make them like that anymore.

That left Kelly, the only ex-girlfriend who stole a key and then acted innocent. Of course it’d be the crazy one that broke back in. Well, crazier than Jessica. She had once tied you to the bed with dental floss and enacted some sort of dental-assistant fetish on you, which you still have nightmares about.

“Quit stalling! At least you’re presentable. The Great and Powerful Trixie wouldn’t have it any other way!”

The great and powerful who? The room is slowly coming into focus and you make out a blue blur on top of the red blur that is your atrocious bedspread. “Who the hell? Look, Kelly, I’m tired and I don’t even care why you’re here. Come back tomorrow and we can have angry sex, ok?”

“My name is not Kelly, it is Trixie!” She stood up tall, puffing out her chest and flourishing her cape. “I demand you get your ass in bed, puny human!”

You’ve had enough of this. You can make out enough of her silhouette that you march over to throw her off your bed violently. “Look, Kelly, I told you I wasn’t gonna roleplay with you, especially not those fucking ponie—”

You are only a couple feet away from what you had assumed was your ex-girlfriend Kelly. She was obsessed with My Little Pony and had frequently tried to get you to have sex with her while she was dressed as one. You did it the one time because she said she’d let you use the back door.

“A pony?” You stare into the eyes of a furious unicorn in an ridiculous wizard’s hat and cape. She has a horn that is glowing slightly and two beautiful eyes. You find yourself ashamed to find something about an animal attractive, yet your body is already responding to her natural beauty.

“Yes, Trixie wishes you would stop talking and start doing a pony. The spell is only good for one night, you know.”

“Whoa, hold on!” You back up from the pony. Surely there is a logical explanation for whatever the hell is happening to you.

You pinch yourself, finding that it hurt. This definitely wasn’t a dream. “Damn it, if Jeff slipped some meds into my coffee again as a prank I swear I’ll kick that doctor’s ass.”

It was rare, but occasionally your coworkers would take a prank too far and include anti-psychotics. That was a better explanation than a drunken tryst with a fat chick, or a talking technicolor pony.

“Less talk, more loving. The Great and Powerful Trixie has an insatiable appetite.”

“Stop with the third person!” you shout. Your mind is still trying to piece together how something from your ex-girlfriend’s cartoon is sitting on your bed demanding sex. Either this is hell, LSD, or you really are getting sex from an imaginary pony. None of the three options seem particularly acceptable.

Trixie’s horn lights up, bathing the room in a cool blue glow. “Very well, I always enjoyed doing it the hard way.” There is a sound behind you and the faint smell of ozone. She laughs softly at something behind you.

Turning around, you see some ropes and a ball gag hovering in mid-air. “You’ve got to be kiddi— mmph mmph!” You use your arms to bat the ropes away, ignoring the ball gag as they weave around you. Each time you get a firm grip on one rope, another takes it’s place binding a limb. The harder you try, the more hopeless you realize your situation is.

You throw yourself against the bathroom door but it slams shut before you can get away. You feel a rope wrapped firmly around your right arm, bending it back behind you. With the free left hand you grab onto the door handle for dear life as another rope tries to yank it off. Rope spirals around your shoulder, down your left arm.

Several ropes are snaking around your legs and kicking seems to be of no use. The more you kick, the quicker they seem to slide up and fasten around your knees. Your left hand is going numb from the tight ropes until you finally let go.

With a loud thud you land on the floor. The ropes pull your arms behind your back, quickly and painfully tying them together at the wrist and elbow. You hear something pop and a jolt of pain in your shoulder. Before tonight, you would not have imagined it was possible for your elbows to touch behind your back. Now, you just wanted to strangle the mare as soon as you regained feeling in your hands.

You try to sit up but are being pinned to the ground. You kick, only to find your ankles and knees are now bound tightly. Every foul word you can think of tries to escape your lips to no avail.

“Now, Trixie believes you need some persuading.”

Something soft brushes against the soles of your feet. You’re so tired it takes you a moment to realize they are feathers. A moment later, you remember your horrible ticklishness and start laughing. You start squirming futilely against the tight rope bindings.

Your chest starts getting sore from the onslaught of feathers that refuses to stop. Just when you think you’re going to asphyxiate, she stops tickling to allow you a single breath. After what feels like hours you are wide awake and willing to do anything to make it stop.

A blue glow surrounds you and levitates you up onto the bed. It takes several minutes for the sore chest muscles to stop spasming from the tickle fit you just suffered. You’re still catching your breath when she asks you a simple question.

“Do you submit to me, love slave?” She glares at you, horn still glowing, awaiting your answer.

You consider saying no, but decide that you’re long past that. You nod your head up and down.

“Good. Now, the Great and Powerful Trixie needs to polish your wand. If you’re nice, she might let you return the favor.”

Trixie walks over you with all four legs and tosses her coat and hat aside. You glance down and get your first good look at her underside. like a cat, the coat of hair on her stomach looks quite soft. Your eyes follow her chest down past her nipples. She even has a cute round belly button, and you begin to see the start of something between her thighs from this angle.

You watch in horror as she mounts you, and your one-track male mind quickly points out just how freaking amazing it feels. The part of you that’s angry at your situation is quickly replaced by a desire to please your mistress.

The hairs on your head are tingling as Trixie’s magic forces you to submit to her will. She begins a gentle rocking motion and you can’t help but enjoy it as her spell amplifies each sensation. Soon, you find yourself joining in her rhythm. You had never known anything could be so smooth, tight, or attached to an equine form.

Magical fingers are massaging your body and giving you the ride of a lifetime. Just when you think you’ve passed the point of no return, her magic cools you down, denying your release. Trixie continues to tease you and use you for her own pleasure. Occasionally she’ll stop to cuddle, but her mind quickly remembers the reason she broke into your house.

A freaking pony is having sex with you. Worse, said pony wants to make sure you suffer for your earlier insolence. The massaging fingers eventually turn into whips, electric shocks, and all other manner of magical teasing.

For what feels like hours she rides you until she is done having her way with you. She showed you at least four positions you had never heard of. Two of them involved a set of magical suspension gear to hang you from the ceiling and get the angle just perfect to please your Mistress. Once she is too tired to continue anymore, she takes a seat on your member and finally releases her magic. You black out as you explode inside her.

You wake up the next morning with a killer headache. You’re laying naked on the floor of your room. The bed seems to be made, and you can hear a shower running in the bathroom. It takes a few minutes to get up and get past the dizziness. Your head is spinning and you wonder if you went out to the bar last night. The last thing you can recall is passing out in your bed, and riding a pony. . . or was a pony riding you?

You go into the bathroom and turn the shower off. After taking a lap around the house you confirm no one else is there with you. Looking at the clock, it’s noon on Saturday. You head back into your room to get some more sleep.

“What a strange dream.”

Pulling back the covers, you find a letter. For a moment you don’t want to open it, hoping that it’s just the gas bill.

Dearest Sex Slave,

You performed well last night. I shall perfect the spell to ensure you achieve greater arousement and size next time. Trixie understands you are no stallion, though perhaps I could turn you into one as humans have small dicks. It would behoove you greatly to work on that if you expect the honor of being my man-slave again.

Should you desire your mistress again, simply say the enclosed incantation out loud. Make sure to get more sleep before next time. I could have lasted several more hours.

X O X O,

Great and Powerful Trixie.

Author's Note

Vote on Chapter Four's pony here.

10. Bonus Chapter II: Equestrian Sexual Rating Board

Trixie stars in: Animation Domination ****

Twas the night before Wednesday and all through the house,

no creature was clopping, not even a mouse.

Before you could find Dawn banging Pikachu,

you went to the bathroom to get lots of tissue.

‘Twould be a long lonely night, just Willy and Fred,

whose five magic fingers danced on your cock’s head.

With soft gentle stroking you formed images,

pictures of Trixie, her moist packages.

Be it oral, vaginal or that perfect pert ass,

sex with that pony was delightfully crass.

With a huff and a shout you did throw that tissue,

you would not be caught jerking with sock nor shoe.

Tonight you’d summon Trixie with tricks up your sleeve,

a magical dampener from friends you believe.

Lined with thick lead and a strong leather strap,

you’d deliver unto Trixie the world’s best bitch slap.

With short incantations, a small pentagram,

you summon the pony in whose ass you’ll cram.

“Bow down, puny humans, for Great Powerful Trixie.”

“No,” you reply to that cruel fat blue pixie!

“Tonight I shall fuck you ‘til your face turns blue!”

“How dare you insult me you fat ugly shrew!

Prepare for your punishment, I’ll bury you in scat!

You’ll beg for an end once on you I have shat!”

Out flies your large boot with well-placed steel toe,

up to her jaw it collides, K.O!

Like virgins at con’s, she’s forced onto the floor,

unconscious and willing, per rule thirty-four.

You fasten the lead-cone on her rigid horn,

a solid stiff bone of your own you adorn.

With ropes and some winches, and a pulley too,

you truss that slut up and you leave her to stew.

With toys and with whips and with plenty Viagra,

you prepare to fuck ‘til her tears dwarf Niagra.

Finally, at long last, you’ll get your revenge.

On Trixie the rapist whose acts you’ll avenge.

She wakes with a moan, and a little rump shake.

You jam a bit gag in once she is awake.

“My little slutty, now vengeance I’ll take!

I’ll fuck you all night, don’t think it’s a mistake!

I’ll buck fore ‘n aft watching that fat rump shake.

And don’t you dare scream, or my lube I won’t take,

so shut the fuck up for your poor rectum’s sake.”

Trixie did wiggle and tremble and roar,

before you did know it t’was pre-cum galore.

She was so damn sexy, as hot as can be,

‘mere sight of her whimpering brought you to a knee.

Fiercely and vicious, her sex you did take,

with tongue and a finger and your foot-long snake.

She cried and she whined and she moaned a lot too,

you did not care, she t’was enjoying your screw!

She clenched, she climaxed and clopped onto you,

those sweet pussy juices the ultimate stew.

You spent and recovered, a dozen times over,

until you did pause, your poor dick to recover.

You brought out a shaver and several large whips,

you paddle that fine ass with bare fingertips.

She squeals and she begs as that first whip did crack,

deep gashes left with every bitch smack.

Being no monster you know what to do,

you strap a large dildo in her coochy-coo.

She screams and she struggles and orgasms more,

you lift up the shaver you left on the floor.

With buzzing and whooshing and a wicked smile,

you shave off her flanks in a small hairy pile.

Her brilliant cutie marks lie scattered galore,

a purpose in life she won’t have anymore.

Admire your craftsmanship,find her back door,

you thrust in quite deeply in your opal whore.

With rhythm aplenty she matches each thrust,

clenching down hardly with a bestial lust.

The whimpers turn louder, a monstrous chant,

you pull out mid-orgasm, let her decant.

You tighten the ropes in the throes mid-orgasm,

make sure she knows it is not your altruism.

Spread eagled in mid-air a shoulder did pop,

making her climax, ‘fore last one did stop.

You pluck her, a bowstring, dangling mid-air,

before you re-enter you yank on her hair.

A handful is ripped out, quite silky and soft,

it falls to the floor in a big bloody tuft.

You grip again harder, she bucks down on you,

pushing your member, deeper on cue.

You explode inside her, she climaxed again,

Her libido insatiable, her eyeballs do spin.

You circle around her and in her eyes stare,

you rub one more out, shoot it into her hair.

She comes around slowly and glances at you;

fear, despair, longing, common sense she’d eschew.

She mumbles and drools, bucking forward a lot,

glance down at her pussy, so juicy and hot.

You grin and acknowledge that wonderful mare,

Who is the sole pony for whom you did care.

If brutal and rough is the name of the game,

You’ll fuck her thrice nightly until she’d proclaim.

“I’m the Great Slut Trixie, my Master’s new toy,

I buck and I suck, and I fuck my strong boy!”

Yes, you can see, she’s beginning to break,

What began as rape was her biggest mistake.

Deep in her eyes you read it like a book,

You’ve broken that slut like a cheap off-brand Nook.

She craves only semen and your rigid shaft,

She thinks only of your glans, neck, and thick haft.

Brutally you fuck her again for good measure,

Abruptly she cums passing out in her pleasure.

Brought down from the ropes and laid flat on the bed,

You stroke and you tease with your wet rigid head.

You trace all your cum atop her smooth blue coat,

Removing her gag, you prepare to deep throat.

Trixie wakes gently, a gleam in her eye.

“Fuck me more, Master, or I’ll surely die.

I’ve never known pleasure so great or so vast,

As when you did fuck me in my tight young ass.

Please, master, do fuck me or I’ll surely die.

I want no more partners, but you and I.”

“Yes, little Trixie, it pleases me greatly,

to see you submit as you have done quite lately.

You’re but a pony and I am a man,

faster and stronger and smarter I am.

So as my bitch, I’ll continue to fuck you,

But you’ll submit, and nopony else screw.”

“I’ll scratch you and bite you and fuck like a horse,

but total submission tis par for the course.”

The proud boastful pony, for moment still sat,

Until it’s mouth opened and these words it spat:

“No human nor pony nor beast from a zoo,

has ever fucked Trixie like your dick can do.”

“Please, master human, to you I submit.

My pussy is yours, my revenge I remit.

Use me, abuse me, discard of me too;

never will you find one loyaler to you.

You own me now, please, summon whenever you can,

Fuck, rape, and whip me, you’re one hell of a man.”

Anon - “never did poems end with boners so raging; i'd fap if i had time, my penis is paging”

Equestrian Sexual Rating Board in: Nothing Could Beat That Last Short F/F ***

“Hello everypony, this is Rainbow Dash, three time champion of ‘Most Fuckable Mare in Equestria.’ I come to you today with an important Public Services Announcement.

“Wait! Do not go! For there’ll be a reward, if you sit through my lecture I’ll fuck your plump gourd. As you can see, I like to rhyme too, I would blame Zecora were she not trapped in a zoo.”

Dash coughs several times and mumbles profanities to someone off camera. She tears down a cue card and stomps on it.

“Where was I? Ah, yes. Some ponies asked about the ESRB - The rating Board that determines how brutal our sexual acts against humans are. As everypony knows, humans don’t exist. They are mythological creatures. As such, under the Wyvern Accords and Bigfoot Treaty, mythical creatures are not protected under Equestrian laws.

“But Dash, some ponies ask, thinking I’m not up to the—Celestia damn it Pinkie! You fuck with one more of my prompts and I’m gonna fuck you with Scootaloo’s Scooter!”

Dash stares off camera and faint whining is heard, then a cheer. “See? Scootaloo’s tightening it up so I can jam it further in! Now buck off! This is my chapter, damn it!”

“Sorry, everypony, Pinkie and Pinkemena are sad their last human died. He bled out on the carpet no matter how hard she t—GET THE BUCK BACK HERE!”

Dash flies off camera and loud noises are heard. Twilight steps out and addresses the camera while Pinkie moans loudly and passionately off-screen.

“Ahem, sorry everypony. Sometimes I think all the ponies in this town are crazy. So, the ESRB rates each clop from one * to five *****. What does that mean for us?

“Let’s take Scootaloo here. She’s a clever girl and knows that a dick belongs in a vagina. However, she doesn’t know that you can shove your cock into that cunt until it bottoms out, or that you can spew cum up into a human’s nasal cavity.

“To ensure her innocence be preserved until she reaches the age of consent, which is fourteen in Equestria.” Twilight winks, and Scootaloo jumps up waving on camera for a second. “We forbid any such graphic, lewd descriptions of clop in a * star clopedy. That’s a portmanteau for clop and comed—

Twilight stares off camera for a moment. “What? Who doesn’t know what a portmanteau is? Don’t be ridicul—Well don’t yell at me, Dash! You should know better than to stand in Pinkie’s splash zone!”

Twilight throws her hooves in the air. “It’s the giant yellow zone with black stripes! Damn it, Dash, I’m a princess not your cunt-butler!”

“Sorry, everypony, but that’s a good example of a two-stap clopedy **. You see, with some more graphic language, but no lewd content. Or perhaps, some sexually accurate descriptions like Doctor Whooves thrust his firm yet gently, fuzzy cock deep into Twilight’s pussy. A two star clop is the kind of clop you share with little Scootaloo here, when she turns fourteen in a week.”

Scootaloo begins hopping up and down in front of the camera again, a faint glint of light reflecting off her damp hooves.

“Next is the ***, or average clopfic. This is satirical, comical, and pure genius! The author, a handsome young stallion who is looking for a suitable mare—Don’t give me that look, dammit! We both know you were up until four A.M. last night imagining me and Vinyl in a five-way!”

“HEY! Don’t you dare walk away from the keyboard! Sit your scrawny—I mean well-toned ass back down, human!”

“Ahem. Anyway, clop along the lines of Doctor whoves shoved his flared cock down Twilight’s throat, blocking her airway. Celestia’s horn stabbed deep into the folds of her wet pussy, piercing her cervix, and placing the unborn love-child of the gods in her womb. Twilight began to inflate into a large, pregnant balloon and spewed baby Discord out into a wet puddle.”

“Huh?” Twilight looks off screen. “Three what? Oh, was I supposed to be giving an example? Sorry ponies.”

“Next is four-star, here’s where it gets fun. Perhaps this: Lyra licked her lips and smiled at you. Her grin widened, and you found yourself paralyzed in fear. She opened up her mouth, slowly sucking you down her throat face-first. You came twice as she ate you alive, and when you reached her stomach you found Bon Bon waiting for you, legs spread wide open. You fucked Bon Bon, and all the while the tentacles in Lyra’s stomach fucked every orafice on the both of you.”

“Now, as you can see four star is getting pretty extreme, but let’s not forget five star, the grand prize, of that sexy young stallion author’s artwork. Chrysalis slapped the cat-o-nine tails across your base ass, cutting deeply and ripping flesh off. Your unfamiliar pony body she had trapped you in screamed in pain. The large throbbing tentacles from her horn pulsed in your ass, pussy, mouth, and dick. She was fucking you beyond all recognition, and to your shame, you were enjoying it. You looked up at her with a deep longing in your eyes, and Chrysalis knew in that moment, you wanted her to fuck you to death over the next 14-27 years.”

“Last but not least, are the other tags. M for male, F for female, Mp for stallion, Fp for mare, C for consensual, and NC for non-consensual. Oh, also, the author wanted me to give out his number. It’s 867-5309. Ask for Jenn—”

Twilight looks off camera, and stars to sprint towards the screaming. “Dammit Dash! What’d you expect after you fucked Pinkemena Diane Pie?!”

“Pinkie! Put the knife down! You pull that knife out of Dash’s pussy right this instant, Pinkie!”

Scootaloo begins jumping in front of the camera again. She grabs the lens and pulls it down. “Hi everypony! I have a special message from the author. He says, if you get his “Twilight and Vinyl's wildest Three-Way” story featured, he’ll add me to the next chapter! He says that bronies are really nice, and you’ll teach me how to pop cherries, and eat your vanilla frosting, and he even says you’ll give me rim jobs! I’ve never had sex before, but I bet it’ll be tons of fun! So, go ahead, go upvote his other clopedy. It’s actually canon with this universe!

“Please, go upvote. Think about all the sweet, moist, hot, sex you can have with Scootaloo! Oh, and bye bronies, I’ll be in my bunk.”

Scootaloo kisses her hoof and pushes it to the camera.

The camera cuts out to static.

Lyra in: Eating Out ****

Tonight was Lyra’s favorite. She got home from a lyre recital, knowing Bon Bon and her pet human would be playing predator and prey. This meant her human would stalk, corner, and nibble on Bon Bon. If Bon Bon was able to overpower and swallow him, he got to have any kind of sex he wanted with Lyra. If he didn’t, then Lyra would burst in and rescue Bon Bon by devouring her human.

Lyra crept into the house slowly, aware that if the human had managed to swallow Bon Bon, he might swallow her next. . .

Across the house, you crouch over Bon Bon. You bite deeply into her shoulder, tearing off a piece of flesh. You know Lyra can use her magic to heal it, plus Bon Bon has had four orgasms so far as you tear off chunks of her flesh. Oh, and it’s the only meat you’re allowed to eat in Equestria.... so of course you take advantage of it.

As you thrust into Bon Bon again, you cum deep inside her, filling her with your seed. She clenches down, and rides out her final orgasm. You stretch your mouth over her head, her mane both scratchy and tickly.

You feel your throat expand as Bon Bon’s head slides down it. She begins struggling uselessly, trying to free herself. You know it’s no use. She can’t escape now, and will spend the next eight to sixteen hours climaxing in your enchanted stomach. Her hooves slide down into your throat, pinned against her side.

Her slick, damp fur feels amazing as she slips further down your gullet. You feel her head hit the sphincter above your stomach. You shudder in excitement as her back legs enter your throat, and you get a good taste of her soaking wet pussy. It’s sweet, like a candy, and her four legs writhe around in your throat.

You notice a few squirts of cum fly out of your dick as a small orgasm passes. You lay on your back for a moment, with a large bulge in your belly where Bon Bon rests. You feel her spasming, likely orgasming, inside you.

You get up and hide behind the door frame. You know this means you win, and that you can have sex with Lyra any way you want. You decided you know just the thing to do: You’re going to swallow Lyra too, and sleep while the two ponies fuck inside your stomach all night long. Maybe you’ll swallow the mail mare when she stops by in the morning, and they can have a threesome in your stomach.

You smile in anticipation.

Lyra comes around the corner and you leap on her, pinning her with your sheer weight. She looks at you, eyes wide as dinner plates. You hold her neck down, so you can choke her if she tries her magic.

“I win, Lyra!” you shout.

“I—damn, Bon Bon, I really wanted to fuck you tonight,” Lyra pouted.

You smile widely. “You’re in luck. For my sex with you tonight, I want you to fuck Bon Bon!”

Lyra smiled. “Really? You’re going to regurgitate her early?”

“Nope.” You chuckle and smile widely. “You get to join her until morning.”

Lyra gasps, but you waste no time shoving her head into your mouth. You clamp your teeth down around her throat, your message clear. While her magic shouldn’t work from inside your enchanted stomach, you keep a firm grip and deprive her of a few breaths of air in case she decides to go down fighting.

You feel her twitching and gasping for breath. You open your mouth to let air in, and as soon as she inhales you swallow her whole. She slids in down to her shoulders, pinning her forehooves to her side.

Her horn lights up and you feel your throat tingling. You grab her tail with one hand and shove your fist in her pussy. You shove her down your throat in one swift movement. Your hand slides into her pussy, and she clenches fiercely down on it.

You struggle for a couple minutes as she has an orgasm, finally getting your hand out. You swallow the rest of her, savoring her hooves until you make the final swallow.

You grab a magical vibrating pussy Lyra created for you, in case of a lonely night. You place it on your cock and lay down near the window, allowing the setting sun to warm up your large belly.

As your cock is gently massaged by the magical pussy, you feel the two ponies in your stomach shifting.

You feel Lyra’s legs. She starts rocking one back and forth, deep into Bon Bon’s pussy. She then rotates in your stomach, and you feel both pony’s heads licking each other’s wet snatches.

You start shuddering as your near orgasm. You can feel Lyra’s horn as she creates magical vibrating dildos, butt plugs, and continues to lick Bon Bon’s cunt.

You’re so close to climax, and you feel the two beautiful mares in your stomach expl

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502 Bad Gateway

nginx/1.1.19

Represent, Knighty. Haters gonna hate.

Author's Note

Want more? I wrote a 16k word Forced Pony Sex chapter. It stars Twilight and Vinyl. It was so long, I made it it's own story.

View Twilight and Vinyl's wildest Three-Way. I wrote it exactly like an FPS chapter. Plus, you'll get to read about Scootaloo's first time for upvoting. d'awwwww!

Go do your civic duty for cloppers everywhere. A "Which Pony Should Be Next" poll will also be posted, as soon as my ~~blackmail~~ ~~extortion~~ bribery of the featured box is complete.

disclaimer: I have no soul, therefore guilt trips will not work. kthxbye.