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.

Author's Note

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