Broken

I quickly searched through my basement storage, looking for my camping supplies. While doing so, I immediately went through a target list in my head. If I attacked any one of the main characters of the show, I.E. Twilight Sparkle or Applejack, there wouldn’t just be a manhunt – it would be a full-on search. I really doubt Celestia would hold back if that happened.

Therefore, I would have to stick with non-important ponies. It would probably have to be done in the woods, because if I ventured into town, I would be caught. Immediately. Unicorns were out of the picture; I couldn’t take the risk of one of them blowing my head off with magic, or some shit like that. That left Earth Ponies and Pegasi. Earth Ponies I would have to be careful with, since half of them could probably break every bone in my body, so I would have to look closely on that front. Pegasi were another matter. They could simply fly away, so I would have to hit fast, or use my skills (or lack thereof) acquired from playing Metal Gear Solid.

In short, what I planned to do would have risks, and I would have to take every measure I could to make them go away. Or at least lower them.

“Aha!” I yelled, comically holding up the source of my pride: A spool of rope. I’d probably need it, anyway. Since I don’t have much in storage, only one of the rooms inside the basement is filled with things: The others, including the open areas, are pretty much empty. I never had many things, since I didn’t feel the need to buy every item I saw on TV, unlike some people.

I also found the other item I was looking for: My survival knife. It had a fairly sharp edge that curved slightly to a tip at the end, and the other side of it was flat, except for the top inch, which was serrated. All in all, it was pretty good for the occasional camping trip that I went on.

With the spool in my left hand, and the knife in my right, I walked up the stairs, headed for my kitchen. Of all places, it was the best for what I had in mind. I set the spool out on the table, and drew out a long length. I quickly cut out four sections, each two feet long. It took a bit to cut through them with my knife, even with the serrated section, so I felt it would do just fine. I bent it, finding it very flexible. It was climbing rope, so I wouldn’t have to worry much about how strong it was under pressure. If it was made to stop a 200-pound climber from falling off of a cliff, it would easily stand up to anything. Stretching of the rope would be minor, as long as I tied it tight enough.

I went to my computer, noting that I had an E-Mail (I had kept it on the entire time). I clicked it open, and the text popped up on my screen.

‘Taylor,’ It said, causing me to pause. He knew my fucking name! ‘I know what you’re planning. There’s a road through the forest a thousand feet from the entrance to your little ‘home’, in the direction of Ponyville. Have fun!’

I quickly types out a reply. ‘Why are you doing this?’

A message popped up on the screen. ‘Because Tia thinks she has me under control! She won’t let me have much fun, though, so manipulating this at a distance will be entertaining to watch. Oh, and I can’t wait for the chaos this will cause! Remember to hit on the head!’

I closed my browser, sighing as my computer returned to its desktop. I looked outside the widow, meeting only the cave wall.

“Well,” I said, getting up. “It’s time to watch the road.”

I grabbed all four of the rope lengths, shoving them in my pocket, and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed my knife, sticking it in a sheath and tucking that in my belt. It was time to do this.

I walked to my door, switching on the porch light before opening it. The cave was fairly bright, but I knew the light would not be visible from the outside, not with all the turns in the entrance. I walked forward, my feet meeting the rock, as I headed towards the exit.

One minute later, I emerged into the bright sunlight. I held a hand to my eyes, shielding them from the sun until they adjusted. Once that was done, I quickly walked off, making a note of my location, headed towards the supposed ‘road’.

Within four minutes, I had reached the road. The forest was a lot thicker than I thought, so much so that I could stand two feet in and not be seen from the road because of the foliage that had built up at the edge. I knelt down on the ground on a spot with a small view of the road, and waited.

And waited.

Twenty minutes later, when I was about to give up, I heard the small sound of walking. I looked out of the small holes in the foliage, waiting for whoever it was to come into view.

And it did. A pegasus mare, a slightly gray- blue with what looked like aqua hair (or a mane, in this case), came trotting down the path at a slow pace. She had a small red bow on the top of her head. She was looking around, and would pass by my spot in ten seconds.

Five seconds. I noted that she was completely alone.

Three seconds. I could see her through the bushes.

Now. I burst out of the bushes and did a small tackle, struggling for a moment before I delivered a small, calculated blow to the side of the head, enough to knock her out but not enough to do damage. I quickly took out two of the rope lengths and tied her front legs together, and then her back legs. I picked her up, checking once more for ponies or something else and noting that I was clear, before lifting.

The pony would have come up to slightly below my hip, and was about a hundred and twenty pounds. I grunted slightly under the weight as I moved through the forest, headed for the spot I knew the cave was at. My navigation was almost perfect: I missed the entrance by about twenty feet. Moving sideways across the hill, I quickly entered the cave.

One minute later, I set the pegasus down and opened my door, picking her up once again.

“I hate lifting.” I grumbled slightly.

I walked through my bedroom door, leaving the tied-up pegasus on the bed, and went into the living room, getting on the computer. I opened up my E-Mail on my browser and typed in one, addressed to ‘Cha0sfr33’.

‘So, did you plan all of this?’

The reply came moments later. ‘Of course I didn’t! What could bring Flitter into the Everfree forest, except to watch the Yearly Dragonfly Migration! It’s how she first discovered her talent, similar to Fluttershy, whom you know about.’

“Huh, Flitter. So that’s her name.” I said out loud, before going back to typing a reply.

‘Do ponies here speak my language?’

‘Is chocolate milk my favorite drink?’ The reply said.

“I’m assuming so.” I said, before I heard a scream from my bedroom. Sighing softly, I got up from the computer and walked outside the door.

“How did I get here!” I heard a high-pitched voice say, obviously the pony. “If anypony is here, show yourselves! Why am I tied up? Get in here!”

“If you insist.” I said in a soft voice, before walking through the doorframe and into view.

The pegasus instantly halted whatever attempts to get free she had been trying and simply stared at me.

“What are you?” She finally said, her voice cutting through the silence.

“Oh, nobody special.” I replied. “Just someone that’s going to have a some fun in a bit.”

“Let me go, please!” The mare said.

“Nope.” I replied, before walking out of the room. From what I had seen, the ropes were definitely tight enough. She wouldn’t be getting out of them any time soon.

I sat down on my couch in the living room, looking at the ceiling. I sighed.

“I really didn’t think this through.” I said in a quiet voice. “Eh, what the hell. It doesn’t matter much to me anyway. It’s not like SEAL team six will come busting through my window, anyway.”

I walked to the door of my bedroom. I heard slight breathing through it, obviously from the pony. I opened the door and walked right in. The moment I did, she was staring at me.

“Where am I?” She asked with some hesitation in her voice.

I smiled. “In a cave, about a hundred feet underground. Look out the window.” I said, pointing to it.

She did and gave a small gasp, seeing the cave wall twenty feet from the window. She screamed.

“Get away from me! Go away!” She yelled, trying to struggle out of the ropes binding her legs together. She was on her side now, so she wouldn’t be flying away, nor could she get up with her tied legs.

“You won’t get out.” I said calmly, disrobing. My clothes were rapidly on the floor as she tried to get the ropes off, and failed. “That’s climbing rope: You won’t be able to tug it much, or break it.”

I grabbed her hind legs, pulling them up, straight into the air, until she was on her back. I pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing at the side of it. Looking down, my manhood was fully extended, pointed straight towards her little mound. She looked up at me with an expression of disbelief, as if she couldn’t contemplate that this was happening.

Holding her legs in the air with one hand, with the other I slowly guided my rod towards its target. She tried to squirm out of the ropes one last time, failing utterly. I prodded her entrance, earning a whimper from her. Flitter, wasn’t that was Discord said? No matter.

I slowly started to push in, an inch at a time, before pulling out and repeating. She was incredibly tight, and I hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet. She whimpered yet again as I finally got four inches in. Then six inches. Finally, at eight, I bottomed out, the tip of my dick brushing her cervix. I suppressed a small grunt: She was amazingly tight!

I leaned down slightly to whisper to her, “This is only the beginning.” Her eyes opened wide at what I said, looking down at me.

I pulled almost all the way out, and she sighed in relief, right before I thrust back in. Her warm depths enveloped my dick, holding onto it as she let out a low scream. I pulled out again, before roughly thrusting forward.

I pounded her little cunt mercilessly, the sensations washing over me. No matter how much a portion of my mind told me to stop, I couldn’t, and didn’t. I opened my eyes and looked at her. Flitter’s eyes were shut tight, with her mouth slightly open, letting out a low moan. I noticed it was getting easier to thrust in, as her juices slowly lubed up her passageway for me.

I began to pound her faster, the reward being an increase in the volume of the moans coming from her. Every time I thrust in, the tip of my dick would brush her womb, sending incredible sensations to me. Suddenly, she seized up, and let out a small scream. Her walls tightened around me, becoming almost unbearable as she came. Seconds later, I came as well.

I let out a small grunt as I emptied myself into her, my semen blasting out of my dick, and right into her womb. I pulled out as I finished, with the last little spurt painting the outside of her mound a translucent white.

We were both breathing fairly hard. I was leaning on the bed, supported by one hand. Flitter raiser her head and opened her eyes, sending me an intense glare. With that, I decided to leave the room. I pushed myself off the bed before walking to the door, leaning slightly the entire time. I walked into the front living room and lay down on the couch, content to rest for a few minutes.

Half an hour later, I stepped out of my shower, quickly drying myself off. The entire period where I had raped her lasted around ten to twenty minutes, but had left me slightly winded. Fortunately, a warm shower had helped me relax a bit. I heard some crying from the bedroom, but ignored it, preferring to lay down on my couch and rest. By my clock, it was around six o’ clock in the afternoon, but I didn’t care. It had been a long day, and I needed my rest.

After all, who knows what could come next?