Wake Up With A Hangover. Have Morning Wood. See This. What The Hell Do You Do? (Comment Driven Story)

by RainbowBob

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Romance, Adventure, Random, Human
Length: 10429

A story whose plot is driven entirely by your comments! And for some reason, you, a human, ends up in Equestria with a sexy Spitfire maid nearby. Fun times ahoy!

You wake up with a monster of a hangover and find that for some strange reason you're in Equestria of all places. With Spitfire dressed in a maid's outfit giving you a seductive look. And now you have morning wood. What the hell do you do?

This clopfic is driven entirely by your comments. No matter how silly or perverted or fetish filled, I'll write it. So hit me with your best shot!

Note that I won't write the following subjects, because even I have standards (as surprisingly as that might be):
Foalcon
Vore
Water Sports
Scat
Rape

Also note that for the comments, I'll check back every couple of days to see what you guys come up with. It'll mostly be a first come first served type of thing, though I will choose ones that I find especially good or funny. And I do have the right to not choose a comment for whatever reason.

A spawn off story of Wake up. See This. What do? (Comment driven story) written by the awesomely talented RazortheAwesome. Also, a birthday gift to the Queen of Clop herself, Twilightclopple.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-27 06:30:59 UTC

Chapter 1: You Definitely Didn't See This Coming

You were awake. Wait, no... you still felt asleep somehow. Like you were on that razor thin edge between conscious and unconscious, semi-aware of the events unfolding around you by sound alone but not being able to do anything about it. A weird experience, but certainly not an unpleasant one.

Slowly the darkness covering your eyes begins to brighten, troubling your vision as more and more light poured through, expelling the dark. And boy did it hurt like hell. The light was a searing pain of whiteness, scalding your eyeballs and sending spikes of pain directly to your head like someone was driving nails through your skull.

You winced, scrunching up your eyelids so no more of the dreaded light could pain you further. Though this did nothing to alleviate the budding headache that was threatening to bloom into a full on migraine. Damn, felt like you went through a month’s worth of booze in one night by the way you felt right now.

Which could explain why you weren’t in bed. No feel of a soft and fluffy mattress or cool sheets to point out your bed. Neither was there the all too familiar feel of a dingy couch with lumps in the seats either. At best, you could only guess you were sleeping on the floor. Thin carpet your only support. Damn, your neck is going to be killing you this morning for sure.

Gritting your teeth in preparation, you attempted to open one eye again, because you sure as hell weren’t going to be laying down with a headache all day. Seeing how your cornea didn’t bleed out right away, you opened the other and blinked a few times to clear your fuzzy vision. Yep, you could already tell your eyes would be more bloodshot than a crack addict's when you finally headed to a mirror to check.

What was really vexing you at the moment was how exactly you got on the floor with a bloody awful hangover in the first place? Like your usual drunken escapades, things were a little sketchy. Okay, you didn’t remember a blasted thing. Nothing at all from yesterday. Like the entire day was sucked out of your mind. Booze didn’t usually wipe your memory so clearly like that...

Ugh, what you really need is some help. Mainly, someone to tell you wherever the hell you are. And hopefully what happened last night. If your past nights were anything to indicate about your drunk state of being, you hoped desperately someone wasn’t videotaping you. You did not want to end up on YouTube again in the embarrassing viral video section.

Looking up above, you noticed the ceiling was purple. Well, that sure fucking helped you figure out where you were, didn’t it? Also, arguing with yourself wasn’t going to help either, so shut up and look around already.

Grunting, you finally managed to lift your head up, your neck feeling like it was made of rubber and your skull of really heavy steel. And what you just saw nearly made you lay your head back down again in surprise.

It was... a horse? No, too small. A pony maybe? Yeah, a pony. With an extremely weird coloring. I mean, sure, yellow fur might not be the strangest coat color a horse- no, pony, could have, but an orange mane and tail too? That looked suspiciously like a flame? Even stranger.

The small creature couldn’t have been taller than you waist, and was currently decked out in a maid’s outfit. Yes, a maid’s outfit; just like the stuff you see in spanish soap operas or animes. Fishnet stockings going up its legs and ending in frilly white lace and pink bows. A velvety blue dress ending shorty at its waist to give a bodacious view of its ass.

It looked pretty much like this.

Okay, you really had to stop calling it an it, because you were sure as hell at this point it was a she. A mare, to be more technical. A mare dressed in a suggestive maid’s outfit, currently dusting a shelf nearby, not even noticing your presence. Oh damn, how the hell did this happen?

Racking your brains, you remembered dimly of how you got hammered at a bar, went to the bathroom to take a piss, accidentally opened the door to the back alley, and... nothing. Just a muddly blackness after that. And now you were in a strange room with an even stranger mare. Yeah, totally normal.

And the normal just kept on coming, because you finally noticed she had wings. A motherfucking pegasus. Just great! Just flipping great! Not like things were any weirder, but now you had a frickin’ mythological creature right before you!

Okay... okay, just calm down. If you weren’t so slogged down from your hangover, you would be hyperventilating right now. Just look over your options, make the right choice, and hopefully you can get out of this situation without screwing up.

Though you had to admit, the way she wore that dress was quite fitting. It showed off the seductive curves of her sides, while the fishnet stockings pointed out her alluring legs. And did you even have to mention the fact that her ass was in full view, lusciously huge and just begging to be stared at?

Wait a second... could that be... it is. You had morning wood. Bulge in your pants and sudden warming of your groin area was a clear indication of it. Wow, like things weren’t going your way before, and now you had a frickin’ boner from a pony! Okay, pegasus, whatever.

Suddenly the mare looked over from her cleaning duties, staring with brilliant orange eyes right at you. To be more specific, at your cock, barely hidden under the thin material of your boxers and pants as it bulged upward like a mountain. She smiled invitingly at you, her feather duster handle held in her mouth in a very suggestive way as she fluttered her long lashes and giggled.

“Oh, so you’re awake. I thought you were going to sleep there for forever,” she said while holding the handle in her mouth. Your cheeks immediately blushed as you struggled to sit up. The fact she could talk didn’t seem to trouble you that much. Maybe it was the fact she was dressed like a maid and was a pegasus. Or that you were in so much pain from your hangover you barely noticed. Either one.

You managed to lift your torso up, and immediately regretted it. Your vision began to swim as you felt nausea hit you like a punch to the stomach. Swallowing spittle with your dry throat, you asked, “Ugh, where am I? And better yet, who are you?”

“Oh, I’m just Spitfire. Wonderbolt extraordinaire, and currently the maid around here,” she answered, still not bothering to turn around fully to face you. Almost as if she was showing off her ass to you. Nah, you were just jumping to conclusions.

“And where would here be? Because I sure as hell don’t remember any talking pagsuses... pegasusus... pegasies... whatever you fuck you call pegasus in the plural form from where I come from.” Damn, your hangover was dumbing down your intelligence more than usual.

She giggled, shaking her hips a little, your eyes instantly locking onto them. “Oh, you’re in Canterlot Castle, silly. Don’t you remember the conversation you had with the princess when you got here?”

“Conversation? Princess?” you muttered weakly, not getting what she meant.

She rolled her eyes, stamping her back hoof down in impatience. “When you arrived here, plastered, as I remember, you had a nice little chat with the princess.”

“Okay... okay,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead as you hoped your thoughts would finally clear up and the fog would clear of what happened last night. It didn’t. “And what did we chat about?”

“Oh, I didn’t get to hear it,” she answered back, giggling again and looking absolutely adorable, thin drool hanging down the feather duster handle she still held onto. This definitely got your attention as numerous perverted mental images rushed through your mind. “All I know is that Princess Celestia ordered me to wear this maid’s costume and take very special care of you when you awoke. So handsome, what’s your pleasure?”

So, what do you do now, handsome?

What the hell do you do?

Chapter 2: Might As Well...

Ask what she means by that phrase "what's your pleasure"

Also act confused as to why she is looking at you like that.

Also also

FIRST!!!!

You have no idea why you suddenly had the word FIRST screaming inside your mind, but that hangover you still had was making everything you think about confusing as hell. Along with your thought process being reduced to that of an epileptic granny.

“Okay, what the hell do you mean what’s your pleasure?” you asked, still not getting why exactly she was staring at you like that. Wait... why was she staring at your dick in the first place? I mean, sure, pitching a tent was pretty noticeable, but that didn’t exactly explain why she was drooling just by giving it a hungry look.

Rolling her eyes she said, “Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Not even the drunk ones can be this dense. I’m supposed to have sex with you, idiot. I just wanted to know what you enjoyed to help the process along.”

First ask for some breakfast, and then demand what the heck happened last night.

“What I would enjoy is some pancakes and scrambled eggs. And if you can make sure the eggs are not runny, I’d greatly appreciate it,” you said, your growling stomach beating out your penis for once. “Also, mind explaining what I did last night to end up here?”

She gazed at you with a shocked expression. “Seriously? Food? I don’t get paid to cook for you, I get paid to fuck you!” she yelled, furrowing her eyes at you and looking much less sexy and more terrifying now. “As for the other part, no. From what I heard you just threw up in the bathroom all night while giggling like a moron.”

Eeyup, that sure sounded like you while drunk. Or high. Maybe the later, seeing how you’re now having a discussion with a pegasus. One dressed in a sexy maid’s outfit at that. Were you tripping on acid?

First order of business, deal with the hangover.

"Ugh, Jesus, this hurts. You got any... Erm, like, horsepills? Like, I dunno, Aspirin or somethin'?"

Maybe a cold shower could help a bit, too.

Well, she seemed pissed now. But you didn’t really give a damn either way, since your brain felt like it was turning emo and bashing itself in with a hammer. Grunting while trying to lift your chest up higher, you asked, “Ugh, Jesus, this hurts. You got any... Erm, like, horsepills? Like, I dunno, Aspirin or somethin'?"

Also, hitting it up with a cold shower would do wonders too. “And a shower would be nice too, if you aren’t going to make me breakfast.”

Have her wash "you" off. Not necessarily sexual immediately. But, having her bathe you would be fun.

“Well, we don’t have any showers in the castle. But I can always give you a bath,” she slurred, walking over slowly to you. Her hips swung side to side as she slowly made her way closer, her tail swinging like a darting flame while her noticeably seductive hips made the tightness of her dress all the more revealing.

She stood over you now, the feather duster in her jaws as she started to dust your chest. If you hadn’t been wearing a shirt it probably would’ve tickled you, but instead it was an innuendo experience that left your face blushing as red as can be.

Wonder how I have morning wood

Well that was quite obvious, because that tent you were pitching was sure as hell screaming to be free now, throbbing so near her open legs. Spitfire looked underneath herself to notice your bulging meat hammer trying desperately to break out of your pants. She giggled, her voice delightfully feminine with an edge of alluring.

With the feather duster she tickled your chin, leaning in closer while fluttering her eyelashes in a downright cute manner. “So you dirty colt, want to get cleaned up?”

Tickle Fetish

Tickle Fetish

Tickle Fetish

Tickle Fetish

Tickle fight with the feather-dusters.

You had no idea why you suddenly had a hankering for a tickle fight with that feather duster, but currently it was the only thing on your mind. Sure, you always had a slight tickle fetish. Okay, maybe not slight. Maybe full blown hard on whenever a girl so much as stuck her finger in your armpit. Oh god yes, that was good stuff!

Without even thinking you grab ahold of the feather duster and used it to your own advantage. Mainly by tickling her exposed neck area. Spitfire squealed and giggled, falling on your chest as you dusted her forearms with the feathers.

“Calling me dirty, eh?” you chuckled, reaching out with a hand to tickle her sides while still going full force with the feather duster on her neck. “Well, you aren’t much better, are you?”

He should feebly attempt to be suave and completely forget about his morning wood.

Finally she conceded by nuzzling your cheek and staring up at you with big orange eyes. “I never knew you humans could be so sweet,” she whispered, her mouth underneath your chin. You barely noticed her weight at all as she laid atop you, your morning wood momentarily forgotten as you laid a hand on her back.

“And I never knew you could be so sexy,” you whispered back, your hand slowly sliding down her dress and over her luscious curves.

... Be convinced it's a dream, and capitalize on it with sexy time!

Sex tag? Well, clearly we should have sex with spitfire.

fuc that pony!!!!! lol double meanings .  also when ur done wit this how about a llitle BDSM wit fluttershy. eh?

Go super sayin. Grab her and fly to the moon. Proceed to rail her until the moon gets out of orbit.

Well, this is all a dream, isn’t it? While certainly different than your usual dreams, that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. A sexy woman... mare... whatever, is right before you, practically begging for it. Why shouldn’t you enjoy it? Let loose, and just fuck her already! Go all Goku, take her to the moon and annihilate her and that floating rock until you fuck them both out of orbit. It’s a dream, so all of this is highly plausible.

With both hands you pull her in tight, she squeaking slightly. Now your hands were fondling her sweet ass, squeezing and groping while pulling them apart as your hands slid in deeper in her asscheeks.

“Ah, I always heard that humans can do special things with their hands,” she said while still moaning softly as your fingers searched every inch of her bodacious booty. Finally they stopped as your felt a wetness against your fingertips.

“Wet already, huh?” you chuckled, rubbing her warm clit with an index fingers, collecting more of her juices.

“Mmhmm,” she answered, licking her lips as she giggled, her arms wrapping themselves around your chest. “But you’re not much better, big shot.” Her back hoof started rubbing against the bulge in your pants, going underneath to lift up your cock.

Make out.

Grab her, rub her Cutie Mark, make out, ANAL SEX!

Holy shit, this was the best dream you ever had. And it just got a whole lot better as she suddenly leaned forward to press her soft and full lips to yours, locking them both in place. Not wanting to break the flow as both of you were touching each other in all the right places, you pressed in harder with the embrace, your fingers having a mind of their own as they parted the lips of her pussy as dived in deeper.

She moaned in your mouth, her tongue like a slithering cobra as it traveled across your teeth and gums, hot and appealing. Not holding back, you meet her head on and wrestled with her tongue, lost in the dance of the kiss as both your embraces grew more passionate. Her back hoof was still rubbing against your shaft, the material of your pants feeling more and more constrictive by the second.

Oh, you were going to enjoy every inch of her in this dream fantasy. Starting with fucking her tight little asshole. Your other hand made good on this promise by probing this extremity, getting it ready by sticking your finger slowly inside it. This caused Spitfire to break away from the kiss, drool hanging from her mouth as she moaned deeply for more, her face a deep shade of red.

this

Anywhore, I would ask her to play Super Smash Bros with me and we both play as Zero-Suit Samus

Your pounding headache from before was nearly gone, only a dull throb as sexual hormones sobered you up faster than a cold shower ever could. And with this clearer set of mind came a blissful state of being one would receive just on the verge of about to be pleasured.

Not thinking, you ask, “Hey, want to play Super Smash Bros with me and we both play as Zero-Suit Samus?” You had absolutely no idea how this thought popped in your head, but the thought of playing your favorite video game with your favorite video game girl sounded really appealing right now. Hey, maybe they even had a Zero-Suit for Spitfire to dress up in. That would be really sexy.

Spitfire, however, didn’t get what your were talking about, because she just stared at you with a blank expression and asked, “Say what now?”

Oh shit, you just had to screw up! Well... at least you didn’t say she smelled like your mom.

So, what do you do now, oh master of blocking your own cock?

What the hell do you do?

Chapter 3: Damnit

Try and change the subject FAST before you get blue-balled.

Double check morning wood for rigidity and dive right back into that sweet......wait a tic. How in blue blazes does she know what a human is? She may be some sort of pony-succubus-thingy after your manly fluids......on second thought go for it. I can think of worse ways of going out.

"Uh.. I mean... Lets Fuck!"

“Uh, I mean... Lets fuck!” you stutter, failing miserably at trying to pick up the mood again. You just had to go off on video games for some idiotic reason. Great, first time having sex with a hot-ass pegasus and you screw it up. Even after she said you were sweet too...

“Wait a sec. How do you know about humans?” you ask, removing your hands from her nether regions as you waited for an answer. You’re pretty sure humans weren’t a basic commodity here, seeing as how pegasi weren’t common on Earth either. Heck, you still didn’t even know what here was. Which would certainly be good to know right about now, seducing pegasus or not distracting you.

Sighing and looking slightly disappointed you weren’t gropping her right now, she said, “Well, I knew about your kind before Celestia hired me to take care of you. Heard back in Ponyville about a human appearing there.”

“Ponyville? What the hell type of town is that?” you asked, disturbed slightly at why these ponies would name their towns in such a cheesy manner.

“Listen, forget about that. It isn’t my job to give you a rundown of Equestria. It is, however, my job to fuck your brains out silly,” she answered, laying a hoof down on your chest and gently rubbing there as she gave you a sultry look. “So, what exactly is Super Smash Bros and Zero-Suit Samus?”

Tell her that 'Super Smash Bros' is a very hardcore sex move and 'Zero-Suit Samus' is another term for latex suit. Continue having anal sex will fingering her pussy, then tell her that you like to be dominated(no gags or lashes).

Just tell her that means that you want to see her in a skintight suit, to which she complies by getting out her wonderbolts uniform.

 “Oh, um, Super Smash Bros is a really hardcore sex move,” you said, making up random shit on the spot to keep this wild fantasy ride going. “Yeah, involves a ton of positions and some major poundage.”

By the look of enthusiasm on her face, seems like you managed to save the day with that line. “And the Zero-Suit Samus is another term for a latex suit. Have any of those by chance?”

“Lucky for you, big boy, I do,” she replied, winking and giving a soft kiss on your cheek as she got up. She turned away, giving you an up close and personal view of her ass, with an even clearer view of her leaking pussy. Her vaginal lips were parted open, a few droplets dripping on your chest. Giving it a quick shake that made your eyes follow every movement, she left off to go to closet nearby, not before sliding her tail down your body–-and more importantly–-cock.

Opening the closet’s door, she took off a clothing material from the rack. Holding it in her mouth and turning around, she asked, “Would this be good enough?”

It seemed to be a skin tight blue outfit with yellow thunderbolt designs on it. Hells to the yeah that was good enough! “Oh fuck yes, that would be kickass!” you called out, excited at the skin tight prospects already.

Giggling, she stripped out of her maid’s outfit slowly, taking a painstakingly slow process of ridding the dress from her body. She lifted the hem of the dress and stood up on her back hooves momentarily, exposing her belly as she lifted the dress higher and higher. Soon she rid it completely, her body naked except for her fishnet stockings and cuffs. Slipping off the cuffs on her front hooves while reaching back and gripping the stocking with her teeth, little by little she removed it, exposing her ass and legs as much as possible to you.

Well, at least she was making sure you wouldn’t get bored. And weirdly enough, you finally noticed the thunderbolt symbol with a flame atop it on her ass cheek. A tramp stamp maybe? Either way, it made her wide hips and succulent ass all the more enjoyable to stare at.

“You sure to like staring at my plot,” she said, noticing your wide eyed gaze. “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get more than a stare out of it.” Giving it a shake that made his dick practically cheer in approval, she put on the suit, sliding in each of her forearms then legs. Finally fitting her head in so that her snout and eyes were free, she zipped up the back, now decked out in the blue suit that showed off her curves and larger than life plot as she called it.

In fact, she currently looked like something like this.

“W-wow, that certainly is skin tight,” you said, your dick agreeing wholeheartedly with that statement by trying to break out of your pants, the bugle quite painful against your zipper. “But how exactly can I, uh, fuck you with it on?”

“Oh, don’t worry. This is a special edition one with holes in the back,” she assured you, reaching behind herself with a hoof just to pull her asscheeks apart. Well, you’ll be damned, there were holes back there! One for her dripping wet pussy, the other for her tight little asshole. “Now, sit back and relax, and I’ll be sure to take very special care of you.”

"Very special care? What do you mean?" You ask.

*Spitfire starts walking towards you with a seductive smile*

*You get uneasy and you shift your body slightly*

"Oh? You don't know?" She says.

*She places her hand- er... hoof on your crotch*

*A sudden jolt of pleasure runs up your spine*

"Oh- oh God..."

"Who?" Spitfire asks.

"Let's just not talk about that for now..."

"Well, okay."

*Spitfire then proceeds to unzip your pants, takes them off, and your underwear leaving your unit to stick up, fully exposed, for her to gaze and marvel upon*

"Ooh~! That's a pretty big rod you got there..."

*She places it in her hoof and strokes up, and down*

"It's pretty warm, too! I think I should cool it down with my mouth~" She says, slowly bringing your swollen manhood to her mouth.

"Uh... Spitfire? I think we shoul-" Before you could stop her, she's already put it in her mouth.

I honestly have no idea about what's going on in my head, but I'm sure that this would give you an idea.

I can continue my idea if you want.

“Very special? What do you mean?” you asked teasingly, liking where this was going with the entire suit gimmick. Latex was always one of your kinks, and she sure as hell wore it well.

She licked her lips, slowly walking closer to you as she stared at your hidden cock with a hungry, predatory look as she gave you a seductive smile. You get uneasy at that look, as if she wanted to bite your junk off, and you shift your body slightly.

“Oh, you don’t know?” she says, standing over your boner as drool landed on your pants. She places her hand- er... hoof on your crotch. A sudden jolt of pleasure traveled up your spine and hit your brain like a boxer’s knockout punch. She started to rub your cock gently, her hooves finally skilled in this act as there was only a thin material of clothes separating her eager hooves from your dick.

“O-oh God...” you mutter, taking in a sharp breath as her hooves went to town on your dick.

“Who?” Spitfire asks, not really paying attention as she laid down on her rump while continuing to give you a hoofjob.

"Let's just not talk about that for now..." you answer, not wanting her to stop for even a second.

"Well, okay." Spitfire then proceeds to unzip your pants, and how she did this with no fingers, you’ll never know. She quickly slid off your pants, leaving only your boxer shorts to keep your raging boner hidden. This didn’t last long, because Spitfire practically ripped your boxers off to get to your dick.

Your unit swung up and down with its newfound freedom, your member feeling oh so good in the cool air of the room after it stayed cramped and hot in the confines of your pants. And now that your pride and joy was fully exposed in all its glory, Spitfire gazed and marvel upon it like a child with a new toy.

"Ooh~! That's a pretty big rod you got there..." she says, placing your shaft in her hoof and stroking it up and down. She was methodical in her pace, going from the bottom to the head all the way to the base, your member held in the crux of her hoof and enjoying the slight squeezing she gave it.

"It's pretty warm, too! I think I should cool it down with my mouth~" she says, slowly bringing your swollen manhood to her mouth. She didn’t give you much of a warning, her lips already parting ways as she stuck your member inside her mouth to fill up her cheeks.

"Uh... Spitfire? I think we shoul–-" Before you could stop her, she was already well on her way to giving you one of the most pleasurable blowjobs you’ve ever had in your life. Her mouth was a warm enclosure of blissful heat and wetness, while her tongue caressed every available inch of your dick.

Soon she began to bob her head up and down, clingy saliva leaking from her mouth down your shaft as her tongue constricted around your penis like a snake. All you could do was lay back and enjoy every pleasurable second of it, Spitfire gobbling up your manhood and licking it in all the right ways inside her mouth.

Find a restroom.  You didn't think it was possible to have a bladder so full.

Of course. Of fucking course! Just when you’re getting a kickass blowjob in a wet dream, you have to take a piss. Sometimes you really hated your brain. And this certainly left you at an odd predicament. Leave off to the nearest bathroom to go pee or hold it in. Well, it was a dream after all, so anything was possible at this moment.

So, what do you do now, one of an extremely full bladder?

What the hell do you do?

Chapter 4: Pleasant Turns Of Events

The need to pee, restore part of your brain memory. And you remember she mention a princess

"So, all this because your princess want you to make sure I'm please? What did I do to her, to deserve the royal treatment?"

Spit stop and look at you with sultry eyes. "Lets just say, you re wrote the kamasutra"

"WHAT?!"

"Oh she will be fine, the doctor said that she will recover the sensation in her legs in a couple of hours. But princess Luna is extremely jealous now, if you can manage to do that while drunk…"

Start to drool "What can you do, sober?" She launch against your crotch, but you stop her, and you tell her you need to pee.

Well, you have reached an impasse. Continue with the awesome blowjob, which was going just swell by the way, or take a much needed piss. She was lapping up your man meat like a puppy to a treat, her saliva covering it in a sticky sheen as pre-cum started to drip from the tip. And in time if you didn’t take action that won’t be the only thing dripping.

And it seems the need to empty your bladder cleared out the last traces of the hangover that had plagued your mind, and with this new clearer way of thinking came a sudden realization. She said something about princesses, right? Maybe if you can distract her enough to stop sucking off your cock, you can take a quick whiz.

"So, all this because your princess want you to make sure I'm pleased? What did I do to her, to deserve the royal treatment?" you chuckled, hoping it was nothing illegal this time.

Spitfire stopped her swallowing of your member and removed her mouth from your dick, saliva covering her face. She gave you a look with sultry eyes. "Lets just say, you rewrote the Kama Sutra."

“WHAT!?” you shouted. You were so good you rewrote the book of love with your moves? Not even mentioning the fact how a pony from a different world even knew about that book, it was a real step up from what you usually gets complimented for. Which was mediocre at best...

Spitfire waved a hoof in the air, returning to stroking your shaft, only electing your bladder further to release. "Oh she will be fine, the doctor said that she will recover the sensation in her legs in a couple of hours. But Princess Luna is extremely jealous now, if you can manage to do that while drunk...”

The pegasus started to drool, licking her lips in preparation. "What can you do, sober?" She launch against your crotch once more, her lips parting to grab ahold of your junk.

As good as you seem to be feeling, you don't want to alienate this fine piece of ass from a full bladder; tell her you got an extreme need to "bleed the lizard" a.k.a "take a wicked piss" and you just can't hold it in anymore; I don't recommend you keep going with a full bladder, as you'll most likely lose control after you cum and the piss will override the jizz you'd be spraying down her throat

To compensate for your body cockblocking you again, find in the bathroom some kinky sex toys (pretty much anything you'd like to put in this story, im not big on imagination right now), bring them out, and use them to tease the hell out of her, then after yer boner rises from the grave once more, go to fucking town on her and make sure she's left a drooling orgasmic mess

Run to the toilet, have a piss. Spot some hoofcuffs and a ballgag on the way back in.

Take them with you with a creepy grin on your face.

You hold up a hand to hold back her head, her tongue feebly licking your tip in an attempt to suck you off. You didn’t know how much longer you could possibly hold it in, so taking a piss now while she was off you seemed as good a time as any.

“Listen, Spitfire, I really gotta bleed the lizard right now,” you told her, holding her head with both your hands.

She looked up at you with a perplexed expression on her latex enclosed face and asked, “Bleed the lizard?”

“Take a wicked piss.”

She sighed and got off you, wiping away some of the drool on her mouth. “Fine, but hurry back. I want to be fucked, and I don’t want to be kept waiting.” She pointed to a door at the side of the room, and you quickly give out a shout of thanks and shakily got to your legs.

You practically stumbled inside the bathroom, a fancy shindig with marble everything along with a huge mirror on one side of the wall and a five star jacuzzi that could fit a dozen. But the cream of the crop, well, at least for you at that moment, was the shiny porcelain toilet. It shown in a heavenly light, the songs of angels springing up when you laid eyes on it. A single tear of joy rolled down your cheek as you ran toward it like it was a long lost loved one.

With a long held sigh of relief, you hold onto your erect, slobber covered penis and took the whizz of a lifetime. Truthfully, comparing the piss he was taking right now and the earlier blowjob he was receiving from her, this was much better. Nothing quite beat out taking a major whizz.

Finally done with that, you flush the toilet and turn to the sink to go wash your hands. What, this may be a dream, but you still performed proper hygiene. You weren’t a barbarian. And while you were washing your hands your eyes spied upon a shelf near the back of the bathroom reflected in the large mirror.

Assorted on the shelf was all manner of sex toys and pleasure devices: gags, rope, dildos, vibrators, lube, anal plugs, hand-er, hoofcuffs, strapons, fleshlights, and even more sexual tools he couldn’t even name. Suddenly a creepy grin sprouted on your face as you walked over to the shelf and selected your new toys.

Spitfire was waiting on the bed, a hungry expression on her face. Her suit was opened on the front, exposing her delicious belly as she laid on her back and stared at you with an arched eyebrow. A cocky smile played on her lips as she moved her arms up as if she wanted a hug, her legs spreading themselves open.

Actually, she looked just like this.

“So big colt, ready for some fun?” she asked, not yet noticing the devious smile on your face, her eyes locked on your still erect cock.

You pulled out the two sets of hoofcuffs and ball gag you swiped from the shell, your smile only growing wider. “Oh yeah, I’m ready for that and more, hotass.”

Spitfire sat up with a start and was practically hopping up and down in joy. “Oh boy, oh boy! I just love someone who’s into the kinky stuff!” she yelled happily, brushing a hoof down her chest as she laid back again on her back, the hole revealing her vagina completely revealed as she spread her legs wide. “Now come on over and try those out on me.”

Rainbow Charges in and yells something about it not being fair where they both get in some fight and you find a bathroom to relieve yourself while they have at it. You come back out and they are whispering about having a threesome. When all is settled, RD states in her determined voice "Lets Fuck already!" And flies up to you at an alarming speed, as she does so,  you swear you saw a ripple in the visible light spectrum

Before you can make good on her demands, the door to the room slammed open and in walked another pegasus, this one of a cyan coat with a rainbow mane. Okay... did all the creatures in your dreamland have such weird color combinations?

“This isn’t fair! Why did the princess let you have the human all to yourself?” she yelled, the mare walking right up Spitfire. Spitfire merely rolled her eyes and humphed.

“Because, she knew you’d never be able to handle all of him,” she answered back, sticking out her tongue at the rainbow maned mare. “Face it, Rainbow Dash, only a Wonderbolt like me can take on a human.”

“That’s untrue! I so too handle all of him, and more than you ever could!” Rainbow Dash shouted, getting right in Spitfire’s face. The two continued to bicker and argue about who can handle what while they completely ignored you. Well that went swimmingly.

Needing something to clear your head, you return to the bathroom to splash some water on your face while the mares went at each other. Looking over yourself in the mirror, you came to the clear conclusion you looked like shit. Your short brown hair was a ruffled mess, dark bags hung over your dark brown eyes, a hobo’s nine o'clock shadow stuck to your face and your skin was a deathly shade of palish yellow. All painting a picture of an all night drink fest.

Man, he just got the weirdest dreams from drinking, huh? Listening and hearing no screams from the bedroom, you return with hoofcuffs and ball gag in hand to discover Spitfire and Rainbow Dash whispering with each other. The word threesome reached your ears, earning a hardening of joy from your dick.

Both mares nodded their heads in agreement, Spitfire saying, “So it’s settled. We both fuck him, no holding back?”

Rainbow Dash states in a determined voice, “Sure. Let’s fuck already!” She hops off the bed and flies at you at an alarming speed, and as she does so you swear you saw a ripple in the visible light spectrum.

With only a moment to lose you reached out with your arms and grabbed her in a hug, backtracked from the impact. You held Rainbow Dash close, leaning and finally sliding down the wall your back hit into. The mare shook her head, apparently in a daze for a few moments from the sudden stop you forced on her.

Looking up at you, then at your arms wrapped around her, and finally the ball gag and cuffs you still held, she shrugged and reached down to start rubbing your dick with her hoof as she leaned close to kiss your neck.

“Please human, fuck me good,” she whispers, her hoof equally as skilled as Spitfire’s as she stroked the tip with the tip of her hoof. “I want to feel your stallionhood inside me.”

        "Hey, what about me?" Spitfire asked from the bed, giving her ass a little shake while still wearing the tight latex suit. "I want to feel you inside me too!"

So, Casanova of mythological creatures, what are you going to do now?

What the hell do you do?

Chapter 5: The Start Of Something Awesome

Fuck Spitfire first, then Dash.

Screw them both. Like a boss! Spitfire first.

Those voices in your head had a valid point. Now there were two bitches just begging to be fucked. Hot diggity damn, your wet dreams are more perverted than most teenage boys’ imaginations. And you certainly had a sensational imagination.

But decisions, decisions. Should you fuck the mare currently in your lap, giving you an awesome hoofjob and licking at your cheek, or Spitfire near the bed wiggling her latex clad booty for your enjoyment?

You decided to be a gentlemen and go for Spitfire first but Rainbow Dash deserve a "punishment" for interrupting, but of you, when you were having fun.

"So you couldn't wait, to meet me, eh miss…?"  You grab her flanks.

"Rainbow Dash, faster flyer in all of equestria, now lets…"

"NO!" You scream will turning and pining her to the bed. "Spit and I were about to have some wonderful time, but some mare decided to not respect any of us, you have being a very bad mare, and you know what happen to bad mare?" You handcuff her into the frame of the bed.

"H-hey wait, I'm the one suppose to do this to y…" You secure the rag ball into her mount.

"Did I said you can speak?!" Rainbow Dash look at you confuse, and turn to Spit that watch and start licking her lips while start to rub herself.

"You wanted me, now you are mine, and you will speak when I said so, is that clear?" Rainbow look at you confuse and mad "I said…" You ram her vagina with 2 fingers and violently rub her entrance. Making her moan and scream from the pain and pleasure "Its.that.clear?!!" (Hey you might me a gentleman, but she interrupt, and everybody knows what happen when you interrupt and offer yourself)

Rainbow manage to shake her head vigorously "Good" You removed your fingers "Now be a nice mare and enjoy the show, and you will get a reward"

Again she shake her head vigorously. You turn to Spit who has start to drool even more, and was holding a riding crop in her mount. "Now" You take the riding crop, put it aside and hug her "Where were we?"

Spit look at you with libbed eyes "You were about to command me what to do…master"

You mentally, take a double take "Wow, didn't expect she was into that…oh well, might as well please her as best as I can" You mentally said.

Tie Rainbow Dash down and gag her as punishment for interrupting you and Spitfire. You and Spitfire then have some fun and force Rainbow Dash to watch, her hooves spread and tied so she doesn't get any "relief" at all. Then, once she's squirming and pleading (through her gag) for some attention, both of you turn your attention to her. Spitfire sits on Dash's face while you fuck her pussy.

I’m not a pervert, I swear.

Well, Spitfire was certainly asking for it first, and you’d hate to keep a lady in waiting, being a proper gentleman that you are. But as for the rainbow maned mare in your lap...

“So, you couldn’t wait to meet me, eh, miss...?” You grab her flank in a strong grip, beginning to fondle her curvaceous ass.

“R-Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in all of Equestria,” she answered, moaning softly as your fingers brushed along her buttcheeks with your alurring touch. “Now, let’s–-”

“NO!” you screamed, picking her up rather easily and taking her over to throw her on the bed. "Spit and I were about to have a wonderful time, but some mare decided to not respect any of us. You have been a very bad mare. And you know what happens to bad mares?"

Using both handcuffs you cuff her hooves to both corners of the bed, her arms spread open wide while she laid on her back. Rainbow Dash glared at him, struggling in her hoofcuffs while her legs squirmed to hide her wet clit, the bondage turning her on more than she cared to admit.

"H-hey wait, I'm the one suppose to do this to y–-” she began, before you strapped the ball gag to her mouth, her complaints muffled by the new implement keeping her jaws open. Drool slobbered down her face as her muzzle scrunched up while she tried to remove the gag to no avail.

"Did I say you can speak?" Rainbow Dash looked at you confused, and you turn to Spitfire to watch that she was starting to lick her lips while rubbing herself off.

"You wanted me, now you are mine, and you will speak when I said so. Is that clear?" you asked, crossing your arms as you stared down at the tied mare. Rainbow Dash just looked at you with a bewildered and angry expression, still trying to break out of her bonds.

“I said,” you started, taking two fingers and violently rubbing the entrance to her pussy, pulling her vaginal lips apart and sticking more fingers deep inside her while wiggling to and fro. You force her to scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure, scraping the inside of her warm vaginal walls until she was left a whimpering, wet mess. “Is. That. Clear?”

Maybe a little extreme, but when someone interrupts your sexy times, they get what’s coming to them. She offered herself too, so it’s not like she didn’t see it coming. A gentleman you may be, but a big time pervert in your own dreamland you are more.

Rainbow Dash shook her head vigorously, drool hanging from the ball gag still in her mouth. “Good,” you congratulate her, removing your fingers slick with her juices, slapping her roughly on her ass. "Now be a nice mare and enjoy the show, and you will get a reward." You slap her once more on her flank, leaving a red handprint over that strange tattoo of a rainbow lightning bolt.

Again she shook her head vigorously. You turn to Spitfire, who had started to drool even more, and was holding a riding crop in her mouth that she had apparently gotten from somewhere. "Now," you said, taking the riding crop and putting it aside to hug her, "where were we?"

Spitfire look at you with half lidded eyes. "You were about to command me what to do…master.”

Hot damn, she was into that type of thing, huh? Wow, did not know she was into that type of thing, but might as well please her the best you could. While torturing Rainbow Dash is the worst way possible.

Wrapping her hooves around your body, Spitfire leaned closer to kiss your cheek, sliding back down slowly, her free chest fur brushing against your shirt, until with a moan of delight your erect cock penetrated her vagina. It wasn’t until she reached the base did Spitfire stop clenching her teeth, a sigh of relief and arousal shaking her body as you filled her up completely. You stare at Dash, who was still trying to break out of her bonds, her pussy wet and creating a stain on the bed from the amount she was leaking.

You lifted Spitfire up and dropped her back down on your dick, electing another gasp of ecstatic joy from her. The tightness of her pussy and the pull of the outside of the latex around her lips was a double whammy that made you shudder in arousal.

She panted, rocking her hips atop you, clearly begging for more simulation. You cater to her needs, lifting her up and down as you thrust upward, penetrating her slick pussy over and over again. Spitfire moaned in pleasure filled gasps each time you entered her, her forelegs squeezing around your chest harder as drool hung from her mouth.

The entire time you were doing this, Rainbow Dash just tugged at her bonds uselessly, clearly desperate to sate her own arousal. But her in heat pussy was left untouched, her mouth biting down hard on the ball gag. It must have been pure torture watching another mare getting such a nice rutting while she was left high and wet herself.

“Oh master, you feel so good!” Spitfire shouted, your hands squeezing her glorious, latex covered ass hard as you continued to slam her down on your erection.

“Not as good as you feel,” you said seductively, quickening your pace as you felt yourself near your limit. Damn hangovers always had that effect on you. Plus, you just got up, so can she really blame you for being a bit rusty in the morning?

Luckily for you and your lowered endurance was the fact Spitfire already cummed, her squeal ascending to a high pitch as her pussy squirted juices onto your groins. Grunting and seeing no need to hold back any further, you released the hounds... so to speak.

Sticky white cum filled her vagina, covering her walls and overflowing as you continued to shoot out load after load. With a breath of relief you were spent, your collective sex juices leaking onto the bed.

Spitfire gave a pur of delight and slid off you, falling back on the bed. “Oh master, that was wonderful,” she whispered, still in a daze of sexual bliss. “Celestia was right about you. I never knew humans could be this good.”

“Heh, yeah, I try,” you muttered, your confidence soaring way high. Must be a dream, since no female in the real world held you in such high regards. At least not the sober ones.

“Now, what about her?” Spitfire asked, pointing to the exasperated Rainbow Dash. The rainbow maned mare was gasping through her gag, the sheets under her sorely soaked. With a devious smile Spitfire crawled across the luxury sized bed, slowly rubbing Rainbow’s clit with a hoof. “Think she deserves some fun too?”

Holy shit, another round already? Ah well, you were pretty sure you can go one more time anyways. Rainbow moaned, evidently pleased by Spitfire’s hoof movements in her pussy. Followed by Spitfire’s skilled tongue action as she lapped at Rainbow’s soaking wet clit. Rainbow Dash squirmed in pleasure as she clearly wanted much more than Spitfire could provide.

“Yeah, I think I can reward her for being a good girl now.” You positioned yourself in front of Rainbow Dash, lifting both her legs in the air to show off her blooming pussy. “Hey Spit, this doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun too. There’s still her mouth available.”

“Hmm, good idea,” Spitfire said, moving to Rainbow Dash’s head and removing the ball gag from her mouth.

Rainbow spit out the bondage device and looked down to where your dick was slowly rubbing up against her vaginal lips. “Finally, I’ve been waiting forever! Fuck me good!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Rainbow Crash,” Spitfire chuckled, standing over the mare and positioning her rear end above her face. A drop of your semen from before landed on the bonded mare’s mouth from Spitfire’s clit. “This is a joint operation. Only you feel good when I feel good. So I hope you like cum, because you’re about to eat a lot of it.”

Without another word Spitfire sat on the mare’s face, Rainbow’s struggles soon turning to licks as she lapped at the semen deep in Spitfire’s vagina. Spitfire moaned, giving her butt a little shake of arousal as Rainbow’s tongue went to work to explore every nook and cranny of her pussy.

So, mister big shot currently in the most whacked out threesome of all time, what are you going to do now?

What the hell do you do?

Chapter 6: Unexpected Twist

Hmm. Tease RD to the point of climax, but disappear in a flash of magical energy.

“So, does the little whore want a fucking?” you ask, brushing the length of your dick lightly across her vagina. You didn’t penetrate, however. Not yet.

Dash moaned in approval, too face deep in Spitfire’s dripping cunt to reply. Spitfire in turn groaned under her breath and planted more of her plentiful ass into Dash’s muzzle, forcing the mare to eat her out just to get air to breathe.

“That’s right, slut, lick me clean!” Spitfire called out, gripping her sides as she rubbed her pussy further in Rainbow’s face, the mare’s expert tongue lashing giving her insides a run for their money.

You return your erection’s head back to the the lips of her nether regions, Dash already a soaking wet mess that was begging to be alleviated. You nudge ever so gently at the base of her sex, penetrating only a few inches inward. Though this was enough to elect a response of such approval from Dash, you thought for sure she’d cum right there on the spot.

“Hey, I know how we can have some extra fun,” Spitfire said with a wink at you. Leaning downward, she rested her head right in between Dash’s open legs, her tongue hanging out as she huffed a hot breath on Rainbow’s dripping cunt. “I eat her out here, and you fuck her asshole. Sound like a plan?”

“Shit, you read my mind!” you reply with glee, position your cock over your new entryway. Rainbow’s asshole was quite a tight fit, and even in your limit experience with anal you knew it was going to take some motivating and other tricks to manage to get it to fit in there.

Noticing your predicament, Spitfire lapped at Dash’s pussy with a hungry tongue, making the mare wiggle in her bonds for even more. Collecting a good amount of Rainbow’s sexual juices in her mouth, Spitfire grasped your cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it in that expert way like when she gave you blow not too long ago. Removing her lips from your cock with a final kiss to the tip, you were content to see your length now covered in her saliva and Dash’s fluids.

“Hope that helps you fuck the cunt’s asshole real good,” Spitfire said, returning to work on sixty-nining with Rainbow Dash.

All lubed up the best you could be, you decided to get to work on tearing Dash’s sweet ass apart. Before the mare could react, you grasp both of her luscious ass cheeks and squeezed hard, creating red marks with your hand over her butt. Spitfire stared up at you with curious eyes, never breaking eye contact as her tongue coated Dash’s inner walls with her drool.

“So Dashie, wanna know what a fucked asshole feels like?” you ask, forcing the head of your dick into her rump’s entryway. Rainbow screamed, the sound muffled by Spitfire’s pussy covering her face. “Cause you’re about to learn about it real soon!”

Done with the teasing, you set out to alleviate your dick of pent up energy the only way you could. By fucking a pony’s asshole as hard as you can. Normally you’d be drunk or tripping balls so large you wouldn’t be able to fit them into your pants, but an extra kinky dream counts just as good.

You pushed in more of the head of your shaft, moving onto the actual length of the dick as it made its way inch by inch into her tight little asshole. You were sure the overwhelming pressure itself would pop your dick into submission, but amazingly you just fit in more of your package into her tiny entryway.

All the while this was going on, Rainbow Dash squirmed in her bonds like mad, the feeling of anal pleasuring nearly making her forget to eat out Spitfire's cunt. But a face full of cooch quickly reminded her of the mare she had to please, and Spitfire smiled as Dash reassumed her tongue lashing while Spitfire herself slowly parted Dash’s lower lips apart to take a long lap of her pussy.

“Wow, tiger, surprised you managed to fit it all in there,” Spitfire admitted, just as you got the full length of your cock into Rainbow Dash. The feeling was exhilarating, just a warm, pleasurable squishiness wrapping around your dick and never letting go. Rainbow too was in ecstasy, her legs quivering in anticipation for what was to happen next. “Can’t wait to get another feel of that myself.”

“You can expect it just as soon as I fuck this bitch’s asshole wide open,” you reply, drawing back your length. Before Rainbow Dash could so much as breath a sigh of relief, you came crashing forward, diving your entire length back inside her and then some.

You repeat this process several times, making sure to make Dash squeal with each thrust you pound into her. The anal pleasuring was almost too much for the mare to bear, along with her vagina being taken care of by an expert tongue. The dual points of interest for her lower quarters left Dash in such a tizzy that she could barely comprehend the double team of fucking being applied to her.

Admittingly, the anal fucking was going to finish you off way quicker than you anticipated. Already cumming not five minutes ago didn’t help, and after a few minutes of thrusting into Dash relentlessly you felt your mediocre endurance run short. “Fucking damn,” you muttered, going faster as you felt yourself slipping. “Wanted to make this one go longer.”

Luckily for yourself, Rainbow Dash wasn’t in the best of condition to last out either. In fact, she came before you did, squirting without warning right into Spitfire’s face. The fiery haired pegasus just opened her mouth and caught Dash’s fluids with an almost hungry devotion, licking her lips contently as she went about cleaning up Dash’s orgasmic mess.

Happy with the fact you weren’t the one to finish first this time, you strove to end your quickly building load and just pump her up until she was leaking cum.

You decide to tease Rainbow Dash to the point of climaxing and the then you take that ass of hers on a ride like no other as roughly as humanly possible.

After wrecking that plot-hole of her's, you are wisked away in a surge a magical energy and into a dark dungeon-like room. There, you confront Nightmare Moon, who wants your body and touch 10X more than the previous mares did. You learn she came back due to Luna's jealousy and lust. To get Luna back to normal, you must screw her to the moon and back... (while possibly ruining her ability to walk straight).

After regaining your senses, you notice that you are in a darkened room with a pair of glowing, dragon-like eyes leering at you from the shadows. It would appear as though Princess Lina has gone full Nightmare Moon due to her unsatisfied lust and now  you must best her in a battle of will, stamina, and technique to save the land of Equestria........and by that I mean screw her into submission.

Just as you were about to unload a fresh stream of semen into the mare you were rutting, you find yourself whisked away in a surge of magical energy. It was almost like that feeling of static when you put your hand against a tv screen, except now you were feeling it across your entire body.

        The surge ended soon enough, and you find yourself in a darkened room with a pair of glowing, dragon-like eyes leering at you from the shadows. From the shadows appeared a pony unlike any you had ever seen or imagined before.

For starters, she had a weird type of mane that appeared to be a shimmering shadow flowing out of her head, the sparkles in her mane taking on the appearance of stars. Her dragon eyes glowed with a malicious intent as she stared at your hungrily, like a predator that had just acquire its prey. And to complete the look, she had a midnight black coat and wings with a horn to boot. Along with a much larger body than any of the other mares you had seen before.

Before either of you could say one word to the other, you ejaculated, the feel of Dash’s tight asshole still a reminiscent event that caused you to cum. Jizz squirted forward right into the mysterious mare’s face, quickly covering her muzzle in a sticky white stream while coating itself on her mouth and mane as well. She closed one eye as a stream went over it, the other still staring at you with an irked expression as your dick shot load after load of cum at her.

Soon you were spent, and you quickly realized you just did a moneyshot on the face of your kidnapper. Not starting off on a good foot today, are you?

“O-oh shit, I didn’t mean to do that, honest!” you hastily said, your cock losing hardness and returning to a flaccid state.

“No worries, mortal,” the mare said, her voice having a strange, otherworldly quality to it. She licked lips and collected your seed, gulping it down with a pleased smile. “This is what we will be acquiring from you soon enough anyways.”

“Um.. say what now?”

A giggle escaped her lips as she got up, standing over your cowering body as you laid out on your back. “We are called Nightmare Moon. We were awakened due to Princess Luna’s jealousy and lust for you. And now that we have you just where we want you…” Nightmare Moon turned around, revealing a gloriously huge and round ass, cunt visibly seen and already wet. “We will see how truly legendary your abilities are. Prepare thine cock for our cunt!”

So, mister threesome fucker of awesomeness and now sex hostage, what are you going to do now?

What the hell do you do?