Broken

by dragoon1692

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Dark, Alternate Universe, Random
Length: 7424

A clopfic where a Human is transported to Equestria, along with his house. Once there, he will procede to rape ponies.

A human, along with his entire house, is transported to Equestria. Once there, he forms a plan of action. Instead of actually doing something, he'll just go around raping ponies.

This is my first story, so don't be surprised if it's not that good. I will be updating this occasionally.
Yes, I know the idea is not at all original. Please be constructive, and feel free to suggest anything.

Please, dear god, don't take this seriously.

EDIT: I'll keep making chapters. I really don't care if people downvote this.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-12 05:56:40 UTC

Arrival

It was a normal day for me, consisting of laying around doing nothing. I had a job, but it was my day off, so I got the chance to simply lay down all day and browse the internet.

Speaking of which, I was currently checking my E-Mails. There was the usual amount of spam and trash, speckled with one or two important things. Halfway through the list I noticed one from an address titled Cha0sFr33@noname.org. I was slightly confused as to the title, which real ‘READ INSIDE’. Wondering what it was, I opened it.

The text consisted of one line that said, ‘Do you want to enter Equestria? Y/N’. Something most people don’t know about me is that I am definitely a Brony, but I’m not to the point where I will believe shit like that. Thinking it a joke, I pressed the ‘Reply’ button and typed ‘Yes’. I clicked send, slightly amused at the whole thing.

I got up off of my chair and started towards the kitchen. The windows outside showed a normal, sunny day with a view of a forest and mounta-… Wait. There isn’t a fucking forest outside of my house, or fucking mountains. I live on the outskirts of New York City, for Christ’s sake.

I ran back to my computer, the power somehow still on. I quickly went back to my E-Mails, only to see one message, yet again from Cha0sFr33.

‘I hope you enjoy the view.’ It read.

“What the fuck!” I screamed out to nobody in particular.

After ten minutes of me alternately crying my face out and screaming at the ceiling, I had finally formed a concrete plan. Because apparently something of chaos – I assumed Discord, because that made the most sense – brought me here for no reason, deciding to fuck with my life, I decided that I shouldn’t really take the world seriously. Everything that I had possible imagined as a brony awaited me. No, I’m not talking about romance or becoming a hero. I’m taking about doing whatever the hell I want to. And right now, I wasn’t very picky.

Since I had decided that this world was there for me to mess around with, I had to decide what I wanted to do. Any actual fighting was out of the question: I wouldn’t have much fun doing that. After a lot of self-debate (which was sort of creepy, to be honest) I settled on the idea of literally fucking with the ponies: After all, a chance like this never comes. To anybody. Ever.

I was no rapist, but this was the chance of a lifetime. Literally. I would just have to be careful. I couldn’t afford for my house to be found. Somehow, my house was still receiving water and electricity, by what means, I do not know.

I decided to see if I could alter things in my favor a bit. Going back over to my computer, I opened up my E-Mail (the only part of my internet still working) and pressed the reply button on the only one visible.

I typed out a quick message that read, ‘Any chance of altering things to make my house a bit more hidden than in the middle of a field?’

The reply came moments later. ‘What fun would you getting caught be? Fine, it’s been moved. To a MUCH more hidden area.’

At that time, I had noticed the light all but disappear from the windows. I flipped some of the lights in my house on and looked out the window. Ten feet away, a solid rock wall stood. To confirm where I was, I dug around my house for my flashlight. Upon finding it, I switched it on and opened my front door. A quick look confirmed my guesses: I was inside of a cave. Moving the light around, I noticed it was dimly lit from the light of my house.

There was one exit to the chamber, which I decided to follow after a moment of hesitation. A hundred feet further, after a few twists that rendered the light from my house completely gone, I emerged from a tiny entrance into bright sunlight. Looking behind me, I noticed that the cave entrance was hidden by some rocks and bushes, and should never be found. In front of me, beyond half a mile of forest (I was on a very slight hill, still in the forest) stood a town. Ponyville would be my best guess, judging by the distant sight of Canterlot on a mountain about twenty miles way.

I turned around and mentally looked for the cave entrance again. Finding where it was hidden, I once again went in, and two minutes later I finally entered my house. Everything was still working fine, including the electricity, so I assumed it was magic that brought me here. The bottom of the chamber that held my small house was almost perfectly flat, with the house actually set into the floor a bit. I have no idea why or how he did it, but it appears Discord is still at his antics, even if he’s frozen in a stone statue.

I quickly got out a pen and paper and started writing down my plan.

Actually, I had no plan, which just left me saying ‘fuck it’. I’d go with what I saw, not according to a plan which could be figured out. Really, though, I doubt there was anything subtle about a tall figure going around raping ponies. I’d have to be careful. My house wouldn’t be found, at least, so I always had a safe base of operations. Speaking of which, I went to check on my basement. Like all good houses, I had a concrete basement with several rooms to store food and stuff in. They were mostly empty, so I figured I could put items I find in them. Enclosed here is a rough map of my house:

I quickly turned the piece of paper I had been writing on into a paper airplane and threw it. It almost immediately hit a wall and fell immediately to the ground. I grinned. This was going to get interesting.

First

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?

Pedal

I woke up to the sound of soft crying coming from my room. I groaned slightly and rose off of the couch, stretching out. Yesterday had been a slightly tiring day, and it appeared that I had not been dreaming. Well, now that I have no job or real responsibilities, I might as well have as much fun as I could. Yesterday had been… Enjoyable, if slightly out of my usual character.

I walked over to my fridge, grabbing the milk out of it and getting the cereal box out of the cupboard. I set them both out on the table, grabbing a bowl and making myself some cereal (do you need a complicated description here?). I sighed as I ate. The crying had died down, but would probably resume sometime soon. In a bit I would have to go out, but who said I couldn’t get a few things done beforehand?

Finishing up my breakfast, I opened the fridge, searching through it for something edible to horses. I doubt they ate bacon, anyway, and I wouldn’t let them eat mine anyway. I loved my bacon. I finally found some lettuce, with several apples and pears in the back of  the fridge as a reserve. I grabbed several leafs of lettuce, and began to carry them to my room.

I opened the door, and the grey-blue pegasus on my bed looked up at me. Its gigantic eyes were probably telling me something, but right now all I could make out was sadness. I set down the lettuce in front of the pegasus. Because she was still tied up, she couldn’t reach for them normally, so I had to put them right in front of her so she could scoot over to them. That she did, quickly eating them, and looking up at me quickly once or twice. Finishing it, she looked up at me.

“Why?” She said, a simple question if there ever was one.

“I don’t know. Probably because I could, but mainly because I didn’t really care. I still don’t.” I said. “I’m stuck here, with no responsibilities. The only thing I have to worry about is food. I don’t even have to pay an electricity bill anymore!”

I paused for a moment, locking eyes with her. “It might not have been for you, but it was fun for me. And you know what? I’d do it again. Get used to it.”

I got up and walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door.

“I need to move her out of my bedroom.” I murmured to myself. “But where? I don’t have an attic, or any spare bedrooms, all I have is a basement with…” I trailed off as I finally recognized the solution.

“Well, I could move her to one of the empty storage rooms. Unzip and spread out a sleeping bag, and it should work. Yeah, I’ll do that.” I said, getting to my feet.

I walked downstairs, choosing the first room with a door. The camping supplies were in the last of the three ones with doors, and the open storage room was out of the question. I quickly went to the room with my camping supplies and other stuff and got a sleeping bag. Quickly unzipping it, I walked into the hallway and stood outside of the storage room.

The doorway opened outward, so I wouldn’t have any problems there. I laid the sleeping bag on the floor. The entire room was a little bigger than my bed, so it was a perfect fit, with the edges of the sleeping bag going slightly up on three of the walls. I jumped on it, and found that, although slightly hard, it was at least comfortable. It was ready.

I walked back up the stairs and immediately went into my room. Flitter’s eyes opened when I came in and focus on me. I came over and picked her up. She quickly started to kick her feet into the air, trying to get out of my grip.

“What are you doing!” She said in an obviously panicked voice.

“Moving you.” I replied, walking down the stairs carefully.

She still struggled a bit in my arms, but she couldn’t really do anything about it. I walked over to the room and walked through the open doorway, setting her down on the ground. She immediately relaxed when that happened, although she still shot me a glare. Ignoring her, I walked out and closed the door.

I walked up the stairs and into my living room, sitting down at my computer. I opened my E-Mails and, sure enough, a new one popped up.

‘Good job on the last one. Search Parties are already going up! Nopony really knows where she went.’ It read. ‘That being said, there is another group of three entering the forest right now. You should be able to scatter them and grab one. I hope you enjoy your pick!’

I sighed and slammed my head on the desk. I couldn’t really refuse it, since I might find a pony I liked in the group. I quickly grabbed two more lengths of the rope and my knife. Satisfied I was ready, I walked out of my house and through the cave tunnel.

One minute later, I emerged from the cave and squinted at the bright light. The trees still kept me well-hidden, so I wouldn’t have to worry about being seen. I walked through the forest before stopping suddenly. Footsteps started to become audible in the distance. Looking through holes in the bushes, I could see three ponies walking down a trail in single file. It was narrow, so I could easily ambush one if it came to that. Suddenly, I got an idea. I grabbed a rock on the ground and threw it into the bushes, about fifty feet away from them.

(About what it would look like)

They stopped suddenly. They obviously couldn’t see the spot where it had landed, on account of the thick vegetation, closely-spaced trees, and distance.

“Roseluck, what was that?” One of them asked. All three were the regular Earth Ponies, so it would be a bit more effort to grab one this time.

One of them, the light yellow one, looked at the other and shook its head. “I don’t know, Daisy. Who wants to check it out? We need to see if that might be Flitter, or her sister will beat the hay out of us.”

The very light pink one shook itself. “I don’t want to be anywhere near Cloudchaser if she freaks out again. It’s been a day since Flitter disappeared, and she nearly tore apart Mayor Mare’s office.”

“I’ll go check it.” ‘Roseluck’ said. “If I take a while, don’t worry. I’ll call out if I need help or spot a Hydra.” The other two chuckled nervously as she went off into the brush, headed for the spot where I had thrown it. I slowly walked through the forest, coming to a spot behind a thick tree and several bushes near the rock. Thankfully, I was able to avoid making much noise during my walking.

‘Roseluck’ came into view through the bushes. She looked around for a few seconds, obviously looking for the pony I had gotten yesterday. She turned around and was about to walk back when I burst out of the bush.

I quickly knocked her down and had my hand over her mouth within a second, preventing her small scream from being herd past a few feet. She tried to kick me, landing two weak blows on my legs before I moved slightly, left hand covering her nose and mouth. One minute and thirty seconds later, her eyes weakly closed. Must have had little to no practice in holding her breath.

I quickly took my hand off of her mouth and opened it. She would probably wake up within a minute, so I had to be fast. I tied first her front legs together, and then her back legs. Once I was sure she couldn’t get out, I picked her up and slung her over my shoulders, carrying her in the classic ‘Fireman’s Carry’. I kept one hand on her to keep her steady, and the other ready to put over her moth when she woke up.

I quickly started jogging through the forest, the calls of her friends becoming more and more distant before finally fading. Five hundred yards and one steep hill later, she woke up as I was about to go into the cave. She took in a deep breath and was about to scream when I put my hand over her mouth.  She tried to bite it, but I quickly shifted my hand and continued walking, her screams coming through very muffled.

She finally stopped when I was at the entrance to my house. Barley acknowledging her, I opened my door with one hand and carrier her in, shutting it behind me. She was simply content to try and kick me, which she failed miserably at, her hooves unable to gain any type of contact with me. I carried her into my room and sat her down on the bed. She shot me a glare as I did. For the first time, I noticed she had a deep maroon mane, with a pink stripe running down the middle. I remembered noticing her in several of the episodes, but it didn’t matter much to me. Walking out of the room, I closed the door and walked over to my couch, sitting down on it.

“Hello? Is anypony there?” Said a faint voice from my room. When nothing answered, the house descended into silence. I decided that now was the time to reveal myself to her for more than a few seconds, and to have my fun.

I walked to the door and put my ear to it. The faint sounds of breathing could be heard on the other side. I quickly opened the door, and Roseluck turned her head to look at me. She was lying on her side with her back away from me, unable to stand with the ropes tying her legs together.

“Hi.” She weakly said. “Why did you take me away and bring me here? Are you going to eat me?”

“Not really.” I replied, giving her my best leer. I didn’t know if it worked, but she definitely flinched back.

“What do you mean, ‘not really’?” She asked in a low voice.

“What I mean,” I said calmly, walking over to her. “Is that I am going to have my fun with you.”

“… What?” She squeaked out.

“Like this.” I said, moving my hand towards her. She tried to scoot away, but I grabbed her hind hooves with my left hand, preventing her from moving. With the other I parted her legs slightly, revealing her mound. I moved my hand along it, slowly rubbing along the slit. She squeaked slightly, and her cheeks turned a bright red.

“Stop!” She said. “I don’t want to do anything like that!” Roseluck tried to kick me, but didn’t have much luck, her hooves unable to do much tied up. I wasn’t in the hurry I was yesterday. After all, I had the time. Why not do something with it?

I moved my hand to rub my entire palm along her cunt, causing her to erupt in a series of small moans. Her attempts to either hit me or escape had grown weaker and weaker, finally ceasing. I decided it was time to crank things up a notch. Moving my hand down, I started to put two fingers inside of her, rubbing them along the slit before inserting them slowly.

The response was instantaneous. She turned her head towards me, her eyes showcasing her complete confusion as to why I was doing this. My two fingers caressed the first inch of her, a small amount of her juices building up as they did. Feeling it was the time, I stopped my fingers and pulled them out. I started to pull my clothes off, forming a small pile on the floor behind me. Fully unveiled, I moved her to the edge of the bed and stood behind her.

When she caught her breath, she turned her head to glare at me.

“Why?” She asked.

I smiled slightly. “Because I want to.”

I lined up my manhood with her slip, the tip rubbing against it. Her struggling began again, but she couldn’t hope to do much in her position. I used my left hand to bring her back legs into the air, leaving her in the perfect position for me to penetrate.

“Please, don’t…” She said, clearly afraid.

I ignored her and started to push in. Unlike last time, there was no need to rush, so I felt like taking my time. I slowly penetrated her tight pussy, the juices inside easing my passage. Two inches in, I encountered a barrier, and I stopped. Apparently, she was a virgin.

“No…” She whispered.

I pulled out slightly, wanting to enjoy the moment. I slowly pushed back in, only this time, I didn’t stop. She let out a loud cry as I suddenly moved forward, breaking her virginity apart as I pushed in. I didn’t stop until I eventually bottomed out, my dick, like the last time, barley brushing her womb. She whimpered slightly, as my full length was inside of her now.

I pulled out slowly and Roseluck sighed in relief, thinking it was over. I went back until only the tip was still inside, covered in her juices and a bit of blood. I slowly started pushing back in again, my dick creeping its way inside. Roseluck squirmed, halfway from the pleasure, halfway wanting to get out. My left hand still held onto her back legs, preventing her from moving much. My right hand resting right over her cutie mark, fittingly a rose, slowly rubbing back and forth.

I started to pick up my pace, thrusting in and then out, repeating the cycle. Roseluck let out small moans, unable to restrain herself. I slowed myself down, not wanting to finish any time soon. She let down a small whimper as I did, obviously enjoying it to some degree. I wouldn’t choose to bet on it, though.

The pleasure I was feeling right now was massive. She was almost as tight as Flitter had been! I slowly penetrated her again and again, keeping myself from going over the edge. Since I was in the mood to experiment right now, I decided to try something new.

With a grunt, I pulled out completely. Roseluck looked up at me with a glare that combined hatred and want in some mixed way, both of them evident in her expression. I used my right hand to lower my dick a little, aiming for another hole. The tip of my penis brushed her anus, causing her eyes to widen.

“No… You can’t!” She gasped.

“Yeah, I can.” I replied, ignoring her stunned expression.

I slowly started to push in, encountering plenty of resistance. The juices from her cunt helped lube it up, but I was not prepared for how tough it was to push forward. Thankfully, it was clean, so I didn’t have to worry about soaking in industrial-strength soap afterwards.

I put my right hand on her mound, using it to help hold her down as I slowly penetrated her ass. Her expression was pained, while mine was probably the inverse. It was unbelievably tight, and I had to work hard to get most of the way in. When I finally got 2/3rds of the way in, I started pulling out, to her relief. Tough, she should learn that I never do things by halves.

As soon as I was almost out, I started to push in again, forcing myself to move slowly. Her expression instantly changed to disbelief and pain as I started to ram my way back in, the pleasure I was getting was immense. I was about to reach my breaking point, and I didn’t want to do it there. I pulled myself all the way out after two more thrusts, another sigh of relief working its way up.

Ignoring her, I pointed my manhood at her cunt, and thrust myself in within seconds. She gasped as the tip of my dick was suddenly brushing her cervix. I pulled out and thrust back in, working myself into a steady rhythm. While the back of my mind was saying that was I was doing was revolting, and that I should stop, I had learned to ignore that by now.

I was very close to my tipping point. Wanting both of us to cum at the same instant, I moved my right hand and started playing with her clit, sending waves of sensation into the broken mare. With  a scream, her insides tightened around me, as she experienced what was probably her first orgasm. I couldn’t stop myself as her cunt gripped my dick, and I hilted myself on her, much of my seed spraying into her womb. I pulled out, completely spent.

We were both breathing deeply, and I slowly got to my feet, gathered my clothes off of the floor, and walked slowly out of the room. I could still hear her in there, breathing deeply, as I went into my bathroom to take a shower. God knows I needed it.

Ten minutes later, feeling refreshed and clean, I walked out of the bathroom and started putting on my clothes. I would give myself a small rest, before I went downstairs to have some fun with my other ‘guest’.

Laying down on the couch, I stared up at the ceiling, drifting off into a short nap.

Seconds

I woke up from my nap feeling refreshed. The clock on the wall said it was four p.m., so I must have slept for only a few hours. I quickly swung my legs out off of the couch, quickly pulling myself to my feet. I wobbled for a moment before I regained balance, somewhat off by the time spent sleeping.

I could hear faint crying coming from my room as I walked into my kitchen. I winced, the sound still hitting a part of my mind.

“What am I doing?” I asked myself out loud. This has got to be the worst personality change I have ever gone through. Half of me wants to continue with this as long as I’m here, and the rest either doesn’t care or is demanding that I stop.

I shook my head, shrugging off the thoughts. The side of me that wanted to continue had won, by a large margin. Now it was time to do what I originally intended to do after my nap: To have some fun with my other ‘guest’, Flitter.

I walked down the stairs to the basement, pausing for a moment at a small window. Yep, still in a cave. Not that I needed to look to confirm that. I continued walking, pausing outside of the door to the room – actually, more of a very large closet, the size of my bed – that she was in. I heard breathing on the other side, but nothing else. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked onto the padded floor, which still had the sleeping bag laid out on it. Luckily, I was barefoot. I didn’t want to ruin it, did I?

Flitter was lying on the middle of the sleeping bag, awake. The moment I stepped in, she gave me a look of utter hate.

“I know what you did.” She said in an accusing tone.

“So?” I said. “Good luck getting out and telling anybody about it. Even if you manage to get out of your ropes, you have to find your way through my house, out of the dozens of turns and passages in the caves, and have a chance of getting eaten in the forest. In short, you have no chance.” I may have been lying about the cave part, but I wanted to present it to her as being inescapable.

“Besides,” I added for extra effect. “Who knows if there are Changelings in these caves? I’ve never explored the fully, so I don’t know, but you might find out.” That was pure bullshit, considering there were no other tunnels in this cavern, but I wasn’t above lying at this point.

“Anyway, you know what I’m here for.” I said while quickly taking off my pants.

“You can go buck yourself.” She said in a no-nonsense tone, as if expecting me to listen.

I gave a small smile. “Why bother with myself when I have you here?”

“It’s not right!” She said in a loud tone. This time, I knelt on the ground and lifted her body up, with her hind legs supporting her and her front legs folding forward, leaving her in a position with her ass sticking up slightly. Flitter squirmed and tried to move as I held her up with one hand, the other working to get the rest of my clothes off. Finally accomplishing this, I stood on my knees and brought my manhood to face her prominent mound.

“See if I care.” I said as I started to slide in, one hand guiding my dick. I nearly groan out loud in pure bliss as I penetrated her, the walls of her pussy pressing in by reflex, making it even harder to progress. By contrast, she let out what sounded like a combination between a cry and a moan, and she quite literally jammed her face into the sleeping bag to suppress any sounds.

I continued to push my dick into her depths, enjoying every sensation I got out of it. Finally, with the usual burst of pleasure I received when my dick brushed her cervix, I found that, in this position, I still had an inch to go. Pressing forward, the head of my cock pushed again the entrance to her womb. Finally, with one final shove, I penetrated it.

It was incredibly tight, and it took all of my willpower to keep from moaning out in sheer pleasure. Flitter, on the other hand, seemed to be doing her best not to scream. Ignoring the mare and focusing on my goal, I slowly pulled out until only the tip of my cock remained, before shoving back in.

With this, I started to rhythmically fuck her, pushing in and out, slowly and slowing going faster. My dick literally felt like it was going to explode, and so did my balls, but I struggled to hold back.

I slowed down to a halt, wanting to perform one of the things I had not done with her. Moving my dick out of her slit, I raised it up an inch, going for another hole.

“No!” She raised her head to say to me, tears visible as she turned her head back towards me. “You can’t!”

Not bothering to answer, I slowly pushed in. Thankfully, my dick was already well-lubed from fucking her pussy, so, while incredibly tight, I was able to make headway. I was having the time of my life, while she was probably going through the biggest torture in hers.

Slowly at first, and then faster, I started to fuck her ass. It was even tighter than her pussy, which I would have found hard to believe a few minutes earlier, and I was enjoying every second of it.

I started to pound her harder and hard, slowly bringing myself to the point of no return. And, with a grunt, I reached it. Pleasure shot through my mind as I emptied myself into her. Although I was practically shooting blanks at this point, I didn’t care. Once I finished, I pulled out and quickly started to gather up my cloths, leaving her unsupported rear to fall over on its side.

“You… You monster…” She said softly.

“I am not a monster.” I snapped. “I am what I am, but I am not a monster.”

With that, I opened the door and walked out of the room, sagging slightly. The clock on the wall told me it was only 4:58, so I had plenty of time to rest. Being that I was in a cave, night and day didn’t matter much to me anymore.

I sat down in my kitchen and started making my dinner. After all, even I had to eat. After making a sandwich and wolfing it down, I started to think of what keeping two mares inside the house would be like. I had to account for food and water (neither of which were a problem), bathroom breaks (would become a problem in the future, but I could deal with that later), and the fact that, inevitably, they would try to escape.

Therefore, I had to plan out my next steps carefully.

Or they might be my last.