Ponymon: Gotta Copulate 'Em Allby KaidanChapters1. Ponymon, I Choose You!2. Scootaloo's New Moves3. Dash Catches A PonymonAppendix A: Ponyville Ponydex & Three Rules of Ponymon5. Blasting Off Again!4. Showdown at Sweet Apple Acres1. Ponymon, I Choose You!Tank bit down sharply on Dash’s muzzle. “Gah!” Dash shouted, flailing as she was rudely awoken. “Tank, what the hay?” He nodded at the alarm clock. “Shit! I’m gonna be late to get a Ponymon!” Dash jumped out of bed and ran to the closet, throwing clothes around wildly. She fastened her saddlebags, grabbed her Ponymon balls, and donned a red hat. Jumping out the window without a second thought, she flew down towards the library. Today was the first day of the annual Ponymon contest. Each year, ponies would dominate each other using ponyballs, and then force their enslaved ponies to fight to the climax. Anypony could be trapped in a ponyball, as long as they had recently had an orgasm. Some trainers even captured their opponents if they lost a battle. Dash skid to a halt in front of a crowd at the library. “Well, if it isn’t Rainbow Backstabbing Crash,” a pegasus exclaimed. “Lightning Dust!” Dash spat on the ground. “What are you doing here?” “Me? Oh, I was just getting this.” She held up a ponyball that had a small glowing red light on it, signalling it had a pony trapped inside. “It’s the most powerful pony Twilight had, and it’s all mine.” “Hah!” Dash retorted. “I already figured out which of the three volunteers I’m going to pick!” “Whatever, you’re lucky I hate you or I’d make you my bitch right here in front of everypony and trap you in a ponyball. I’ll be off facing the Apple Farm gym leader, if you and the other losers want to see how a real Ponymon trainer fights.” Lightning Dust took off and flew towards the farm. A crowd of school fillies ran off after her, cheering. That left Dash alone at the library. She walked inside and saw Twilight cleaning up after the celebration. “Hey, Twilight, I’m here for my Ponymon,” Dash said. “That’s great but—” “And I already know, I’m choosing Lyra!” “—the ponies have already been chosen,” Twilight said. Dash opened up the ponyball on the table, finding it empty. “What? Then, I’ll choose Cloud Kicker!” She picked up the ponyball and it fell open, empty. “Uh,” Dash looked at the last one. “Octavia?’ Twilight frowned. “Sorry, Dash, Vinyl chose her. Better luck next year.” “No!” Dash threw herself at Twilight’s hooves. “Please, Twilight, I need this! Last year Pinkie Pie captured me because I didn’t have a Ponymon to defend myself with! She made me. . . do things, Twilight. . . horrible things. . .” “I’m sorry, I really am. Those are the rules, Dash. Only so many ponies are selected to be trainers, and the rest of us are the Ponymon. Maybe you can put up a good fight and get captured by a better trainer this year.” “What about Spike? Yeah! Give me Spike!” “Dash!” Twilight chided. “Spike is my Ponymon. Though, I suppose if we could find you a replacement volunteer. . .” The duo heard a crashing noise as something fell out from the bookshelf. “Scootaloo?” Dash and Twilight said in unison. “Oh, hi!” she chirped. “I uh, wasn’t spying or anything.” “That’s it! I’ll take Scootaloo.” Dash said. “Is she even old enough to enter?” Twilight asked. “Of course I am, I reached the age of consent this year,” Scootaloo answered. Pinkie Pie popped out of a potted plant. “It’s true!” She vanished back into the soil. Dash shook her head, then looked over at Scootaloo. The filly stood up proud, flaring her tiny wings. “So.” Dash stood on all four hooves and smiled. “You still want to be taken under my wing, right? You’d do anything for your pal Dash?” “Would I ever!” Scootaloo cheered. “Well then, I’d like to enter you as my first Ponymon this year. Together we’ll be the very best!” Dash said. Twilight levitated the rulebook over. “Well, it wouldn’t be breaking any rules. You just have to capture Scootaloo, per the rules.” Scootaloo tilted her head. “Uh, I’m not familiar with the rules, what are they?” “It’s simple, really. The Ponymon ball will transform you once you have an orgasm,” Twilight explained. Scootaloo sat down and put a hoof on her chin in thought. “Hmm, what’s that?” “You see, Scootaloo,” Twilight said. “When a filly and a colt love each other very muc—” “Lay down and close your eyes,” Dash interrupted. “I’ll take it from here.” Scootaloo rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes. She relaxed her legs and her wings twitched expectantly. Dash pulled something out of her saddlebag and Scootaloo heard a buzzing noise. She was about to open her eyes and look when Dash pinned her to the floor with her foreleg. Just as Scootaloo was about to ask what was going on, she felt it enter her. The vibrator slid into her pussy, pushing against the walls in a way Scootaloo had never known. She squirmed and gasped for for breath. “Da—Dash what i—is . . .” “Hold still, Squirt, you’re gonna enjoy this,” Dash said. Scootaloo opened her eyes and continued wiggling, feeling a fire burning up in her stomach. “B-but I—what is. . . stop!” “Shhh, it’s okay, Scootaloo,” Dash cooed. Her breathing was frantic as she felt muscles in her pussy clenching around the vibrator. Her entire stomach was tensing up, and her wings had gone rigid. Her legs were twitching and curling up against her. “O-oh Celestia!” Scootaloo screamed as the orgasm hit her. She fell limp against the floor and her tongue flopped out. “Great work, Squirt.” “Fascinating,” Twilight observed. “She may be inexperienced and lack stamina, but her size and speed will make her an interesting competitor.” There was a clicking sound, and Scootaloo felt a small round object hit her stomach. She opened her eyes and saw the air filled with a glowing red light. “I appreciate this,” Dash consoled. “Now that the contest has started, it’s really hard to capture your first Ponymon. Every pony in town is on high alert.” “I d-don’t know what t-to do,” Scootaloo said. Twilight walked stood over her and smiled. “Just relax, and listen to what the Ponymon ball tells you. You’ll be reprogrammed into a Ponymon until the competition is over.” “Wait, reprogram—” She gasped as the Ponymon ball knocked the wind out of her. The tendrils of red light grabbed Scootaloo and she felt a portal of energy sucking her into the ball. Her legs and wings were pinned to her side, and she felt like a crumbled piece of paper. The ball closed around her, and she squirmed around against the cold metal interior of the ball. She continued to shrink, feeling chains and shackles pin her inside the Ponymon ball spread eagle. Vibrations began to pass through her pussy again and she moaned. You are a Ponymon now. You will serve your master Dash. “Yes! I want to help Dash,” Scootaloo replied. You will live to make her happy. She continued to wiggle as the Ponymon ball teased her to the edge of orgasm. You will fight for Dash. “Sure, I’ll fight for Dash.” You live only to serve Dash. You will screw everypony until she wins the tournament. “Wait, what? But I—” You are a Ponymon now. You do not think. Scootaloo felt her mind go blank and began searching for the words to describe what was happening. She couldn’t form more than a word at a time, and the vibrations in her pussy distracted her from even that. You are a Ponymon. “I am a Ponymon,” Scootaloo echoed. You live only to serve Dash. “I live to—I want—I will serve Dash.” You do not think. You only want Dash to be happy. “I won’t think. Make Dash happy.” Obey. Do not think. “Scoot. Sco-scootaloo! aloo!” Dash watched as the Ponymon ball stopped vibrating. The button turned red, signalling a successful capture. She smiled and sat down against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief. “Whew, the hardest part is over. Now I just need to find another pony or two to capture to round out my team.” She looked down at the Ponymon ball, and picked it up in her hoof. She attached it to her magnetic saddlebag belt. Dash reached for the vibrator to put it away, and had another idea. “Hmm, Scootaloo already went and got it lubed up for me. I suppose I have some time to spare.” Twilight watched silently, forgotten by Dash, as she took the Ponymon ball back off the belt and hit the button. A red beam shot out, materializing Scootaloo. “Scoot-scootaloo?” she asked. “Squirt, use penetrate on this vibrator!” Dash ordered. “Aloo-Scoot!” She grabbed the vibrator and turned it on, then stuck it in her mouth. She pounced on Dash and thrust it into her pussy. The lubed up plastic dildo slid right in, quickly bottoming out as Scootaloo’s muzzle hit her snatch. Dash leaned back and relaxed as her first Ponymon got to work giving her a well earned happy ending. Meanwhile, Twilight shook her head in disapproval and went back to studying the rulebook. After Dash’s little nap, she walked out in front of the library and saw Twilight training Spike. She was creating small illusions for him to fight. “Hey, Twi, nice Ponymon. I didn’t know those things worked on dragons,” Dash said. “Oh, want to fight my Spike?” Twilight asked. “I’m curious to see what Scootaloo can do.” “Spi-spike!” “Sure,” Dash said. She pulled out her Ponymon ball. “But you’re gonna lose!” “Ha!” Twilight scoffed. “There’s no way a level five Scootaloo can beat Spike!” “Wanna bet Spike on it? Or maybe I’ll capture you when I win!” Twilight shook her head. “Don’t push your luck. You want to practice or not?” “Ugh, fine, practice match.” Dash landed and threw the Ponymon ball on the ground. Scootaloo and her scooter materialized on the battlefield. “Sc-scootaloo?” Dash adjusted her red cap, putting it on backwards. “It’s time to teach Twilight and Spike a lesson, Scootaloo. Use quick attack!” Scootaloo jumped onto her scooter and began to zoom around the lawn in front of the library. “Spike, use flamethrower!” He shot out emerald flames at Scootaloo, but was not quick enough to hit her. Scootaloo swung around and tackled Spike. “Good work, now use blow job!” Scootaloo looked down at Spike in confusion. He was covered in scales and his dick was nowhere in sight. “Scoot-scootaloo?” “Spike, sand attack!” He grabbed two handfuls of dirt and threw them in her eyes. Scootaloo fell to the ground and flailed around. “Now, use penetrate!” Spike jumped on top of her and his dick began to grow out of its sheath. It was dripping pre-cum and posed to easily enter Scootaloo. “You can do it, Squirt! Double-team!” Scootaloo began thrashing and buzzing her wings, trying to gain momentum. Spike slammed his cock into her dripping pussy before she could escape and began thrusting. “Great work, Spike! Now, keep thrusting until she cums!” “Hang in there, Scootaloo! Use head butt, and try to tighten up your muscles!” “Sp-spike!” He thrust in faster and faster. Scootaloo bashed Spike in the nose with her forehead. It dazed him for a second, and she began to milk his tiny dragon cock with her tight pussy muscles. “Use enlarge!” Twilight ordered. Spike’s cock nearly tripled in size, filling up Scootaloo and pinning her in place. She squealed as he began to thrust again, pushing her near the edge. “Hang in there, Scootaloo! You can do it!” Dash cheered. “Sco—Sco—SCOOOOOtaloo!” The filly’s wings shot out stiff as a plank of wood, and began buzzing wildly. “That’s it! Double team, evade his dick!” She was vibrating furiously, creating a blurred image of herself. Spike could barely tell where he was supposed to stick his dick anymore, and then Twilight realized what was happening. “She’s vibrating, Spike! Pull out! Harden!” “Sp-Spike?” The dragon felt his ass clench and his cock twitch. The rigid dick twitched, and spewed its load into Scootaloo. As he went limp and retracted, she kicked him off and jumped to her hooves. “Scootaloo!” Dash ran over and hugged the filly. “Yeah! You did it, Scootaloo!” Twilight sighed and shook her head. A red beam shot out of her Ponymon ball, and sucked Spike inside of it. “Good try, Spike. Maybe Ms. Cake will sell us some rare candies.” Dash flew over and landed right in front of Twilight. “Ha! I told you I’d beat you!” Twilight’s horn began to glow. “If you want a real fight, how about you and I battle and the loser becomes a Ponymon?” “Whoa, take it easy. Remember what I said? I’m trying not to become a Ponymon sex slave this year.” Dash asked. “Then you’d better stop writing checks with your muzzle your flank can’t cash.” Twilight powered down her horn. “Scootaloo there has potential. Don’t do anything reckless to get caught, or you’ll both end up as somepony else’s Ponymon.” Dash looked back and saw Scootaloo grooming herself. Her marshmallow body had been enhanced and made more durable by the Ponymon ball. As she licked her own snatch clean, Dash tried to keep her wings from stiffening up. She looked back at Twilight. “Yeah, thanks for the advice. Me and Scootaloo have a gym leader to beat! Um. . . where’s the nearest gym?” Twilight facehoofed. “Sweet Apple Acres, gym leader Big Mac.” “Right and I need gym badges before I can fight the Elite Whores in Canterlot?” Dash asked. “Yes.” “This is going to be so awesome!” Dash ran back and threw Scootaloo onto her back. “Come on, Squirt, let’s go capture us a Ponymon for you to play with! Who was that little colt you had the crush on?” “Sco—aloo?” “Oh, right. Hey, Twilight, how come they can only say their name?” Dash asked. Twilight chuckled. “Silly Dash, we all know Ponymon can’t speak our language.” “But she was speaking it an hour ago, and she can still say her name. It’s not like she forgot how.” “Dash,” Twilight scolded. “It just is, don’t ask stupid questions! Ponymon are only allowed to say their name, otherwise they wouldn’t be so cute! And the number one rule about disguising slavery, rape, and foalcon is to make cute!” Dash smiled knowingly. “Oh, now I get it.” “Good, because I need to get to Canterlot. I’ve been selected as one of the Elite Whores this year,” she explained. Dash jumped up and down, feeling Scootaloo bounce on her back. “Awesome! I just beat an Elite Whore!” “Well don’t celebrate too quickly, by the time you reach me in Canterlot I’ll have a full team of six Ponymon.” Twilight winked seductively. “Which you and Scootaloo can still be on. . .” “Hah! Fat chance. We’re gonna win the championship this year!” “Scoot-Scootaloo!” “Well then, my final piece of advice.” Twilight walked up to Dash and whispered into her ear. “Make sure you masterbate your Scootaloo two to three times a day. A horny Ponymon is a weak Ponymon, remember that.” And now a word from our sponsors: Your ad here! 555-5555 Are you still searching for Dash’s one true pairing? Look no further, for five easy payments of only $19.99 we will send you the excel spread sheet proving it’s Lyra! So, order your Musical Rainbow themed Vibrator today! And now back to the show. It’s Scootaloo! “And so our brave young Ponymon trainer and her first Ponymon walked off into the sunset. What new challenges would await? Would Dash succeed in her quest to make everypony cum? Will Scoo—” “Pinkie Pie? What are you doing?” Thunderlane asked. Pinkie turned around slowly, letting her hair fall flat as a sadistic smile crossed her face. “Rainbow, go away, come again another day. Thunderlane is here to play. Rain, rain, go away” Pinkie chanted. “Uh, Pinkie.” Thunderlane began to back up. “A runner? Oh I love a challenge. Lyra, I choose you!” Pinkie threw her Ponymon ball out. A red beam arced to the ground, and out came Lyra. She took one look at Thunderlane and growled. “Now, Pinkie, don’t be rash! I don’t want to fight you or be a Ponymon slave this year. Last year, Cloud Kicker caught me and I still haven’t heard the end of it!” Thunderlane flared his wings and prepared to take off. “Lyra, use wrap!” “Ly-lyra! Ra!” She sprinted forward, her horn glowing. Thunderlane felt his wings get pinned to his side, preventing him from running off. “You asked for it,” Thunderlane shouted. From between his legs his cock fell down and began to harden. “After I finish with Lyra, I’m capturing you Pinkie Pie!” “Lyra, use hidden power!” The minty pony began to glow, and was quickly adorned in a latex corset and socks. Her sexy hocks and flanks only made Thunderlane harder. He chuckled, until a latex net materialized and was launched at him. He narrowly dodged the latex weapon. “Hey! What kind of hidden power is that?” Thunderlane shouted. “Haven’t you read the fourth edition rules?” Pinkie laughed and began to recite them. “A Ponymon’s fetishes can now be used as special or hidden moves. Lyra, tackle!” Thunderlane jumped into the air, flexing his wings. He managed to break Lyra’s grasp, landing on her back as she tried to tackle him. He took two giant hooffulls of hair and pinned her to the ground. “Hah, Lyra, you’ll have to be faster than that!” “Lyra! Ly-Lyra!” “Oh drats,” Pinkie said. “Hmm... do a barrel roll!” Lyra obediently rolled over, trying to dislodge the stallion that was mounting her. Instead, she only presented her plot to his throbbing penis. With a loud gasp, Lyra was penetrated by Thunderlane. He began to thrust in and out of her moist pussy with his well-endowed cock. “Hang in there, Lyra, use mirror coat!” Thunderlane tightened his grip, thrusting in hard to keep Lyra off her balance. He bit the inside of his lip, knowing his only hope was to outlast the mare. If he failed now, he’d be captured and forced to fight in sexy, sexy battles. This year, Thunderlane just wanted to be left alone for a change. Beneath him, the latex accoutrements became shiny as a mirror, and slippery as an oiled pig. “What on Equestria?” he asked. “It’s mirror coat,” Pinkie explained. “It makes her latex battle armor super shiny, and reflects any cum-shot based attacks. It also makes her very slippery. Now, Lyra, spin attack and deep throat!” Lyra clenched down on his dick as he was on the upstroke. She pulled forward, and Thunderlane lost his grip. With a wet plop, his dick fell out and hit the ground. Lyra rolled over, kicking him in the nuts. Thunderlane fell to his knees, and Lyra quickly tackled him, knocking him to the ground. She climbed over him and licked her lips, quickly sucking his cock into her mouth and down her throat. “Gah! This can’t be happening!” Thunderlane shouted. “Help!” “Haha! Pinkie is going to win! Yay me!” She bounced around and got her party cannon out. “This calls for a celebration!” Thunderlane was struggling to get free. His wings had gone erect, and could no longer be used to fly. Lyra’s expert tongue and well-timed suckling were bringing him quickly to orgasm. He felt her juices hit his nose, and realized her snatch was just inches from his face. He tilted his head up, thrusting his tongue into Lyra’s pussy. She stopped working his shaft as an electric sensation reached her brain. “Mmllyrammm,” Lyra mumbled with his cock in her mouth. Pinkie looked back and saw Thunderlane shoving his muzzle and tongue into Lyra’s pussy. He nipped at her clitoris and Lyra stopped the blow job completely. “Focus, Lyra! Use constrict on his balls!” Pinkie shouted. Lyra looked down his shaft at the two wrinkly, saggy balls. Her horn glowed, and a small green ring formed around them. Thunderlane felt something pull his balls tight, tugging them down away from his shaft. The skin along his entire dick went taut from the tugging. His now smooth, taut dick slid even more easily in and out of Lyra’s greedy embrace. Her tongue lapped at the head of his dick, then she thrust it back down her moist, wet throat. He couldn’t resist any longer. With each tug on his balls and thrust down her throat, he felt himself pass further past the point of no return. “Aaaaahhhhh!” Thunderlane yelled. He exploded inside Lyra’s throat, filling her up with his sperm. Load after load shot into her mouth and Lyra greedily consumed it all. There was simply too much for her to take in so quickly, and it began dribbling out of her nose and mouth. She continued milking him, sucking every drop of sperm possible out. After a few minutes, Thunderlane had gone limp—figuratively and literally. Lyra pulled herself off and began licking her muzzle clean. “Excellent work!” Pinkie cheered. A red beam shot out, re-capturing Lyra into her Ponymon ball. Inside the ball, Lyra squealed in glee. When not in battle, she was vacuum sealed in a latex prison within the Ponymon ball. Small vibrating orbs in her pussy and ass teased and pleasured her until she was called on again by her master. Pinkie threw a Ponymon ball at Thunderlane, hitting him in the head with it. The ball popped open, and began to pull him inside. He was so groggy he barely felt it happening. Sliding across the ground, his head entered the Ponymon ball. Thunderlane’s wildest fetishes began to fill his mind as the Ponymon ball broke him to its will. Within seconds, his mind was filled with images of a large snake swallowing him whole. He could feel its long moist throat pulling him in, closing around him, and sealing his fate. As the Ponymon ball clicked closed, Thunderlane was imagining himself in the stomach of a giant predator. You are Pinkie Pie’s Ponymon. “Yes, I want to be her Ponymon!” You live to serve Pinkie Pie. “I live to serve Pinkie!” You will only cum at her command. “I will cum at her command!” No longer will you touch yourself in bed at night. “Wait, but I like—” No longer! Thunderlane felt the imaginary predator’s stomach contract, causing him to have a small orgasm. The last of his mental fortitude failed. You will no longer choke the little pony. “I will no longer choke My Little Pony.” You do not think, you do not speak. You are a Ponymon. You obey. “Thunder-thunder Lane!” Outside, the Ponymon ball froze, and a red light clicked on. It had successfully captured Thunderlane. “Yes!” Pinkie cheered. She fired her party cannon into the air. “I got my second Ponymon! Now Lyra, Thunderlane, and I am going to find Dash and capture her too! She gives really good hoof jobs!” “And so Pinkie trotted into the sunset after Dash, narrating her own departure, like a boss. Soon, the rest of the mane six would be her Ponymon sex slaves. Maybe this year she would win the grand prize of the Ponymon league: the winner of the league could pick one pony to remain their Ponymon slave until the end of the next competition.” Trixie looked through her binoculars at Dash and Scootaloo. They were currently eating ice cream like the naive little dweebs Trixie believed them to be. “Can you believe Twilight tried to ban me from the games this year?” she asked. “Gil-Gilda!” “I know, right? The audacity of her. Just because I ‘accidently’ forgot to release my ponies that one time! And that one other time. . . and the time I kept Snips and Snails—You know what, Trixie will break whatever rules she wants!” “Gilda?” the griffin asked. “That’s right, especially the rule against playing dirty. I’m going to capture Dash’s Scootaloo, and then I’m going to capture Dash. Once I have the entire mane six enslaved as Ponymon, Trixie will rule Equestria!” “Gild-gild!” “Hahahahah!” Trixie stood up and launched fireworks into the air. “Rather um. . . melodramatic, wouldn’t you say?” Fluttershy asked. Trixie jumped back in shock. “Bah! What are you doing sneaking up on the Grea—” “Um. No. Stop referring to yourself in the third person.” Fluttershy reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a Ponymon ball. “If you do it again, things are going to get ugly.” “Hah! Trixie does not fear weak little Pegasi. Trixie is far more powerful then you can ever hope to b—” Fluttershy threw the Ponymon ball forward. There was a blinding flash, and a wyvern appeared. "But—that's cheating!" Trixie shouted. "Nope. It's thinking outside the box. Mr. Cuddles, get rid of her. Use Cock Slap." "Gilda, eviscerate him!" The wyvern stood on its hind legs and roared, swinging its massive dick in front of him as it grew and solidified. It was as long as Gilda was tall. The griffin lunged forward to slice the cock to shreds. With a loud crack, the wyvern brought his dick down and flattened Gilda. "Mr. Cuddles, Tail Whip!" Trixie threw up her arms and screamed. "No! Please don't!" Cuddles spun around, sweeping Gilda and Trixie into the air with his tail. The force of the impact launched them off into the sunset. The last thing Fluttershy heard was this: "Trixie's blasting off again!" "Thank you, Mr. Cuddles. You're just such a sweet little wyvern, yes you are." Fluttershy walked up and began scratching under his chin. In moments, he was laying on his back with his hind left leg twitching. She proceeded to rub his tummy and curl up next to him for a nap. Author's Note On the next chapter of Ponymon: Dash runs into her rival, Lightning Dust. Her heated temper leads her into a one on one battle. Can Dash emerge victorious with the help of her newest Ponymon? It needs about. . . 20% more foalcon. 2. Scootaloo's New MovesA/N: Open this Ponymon background music in a new tab for the "full effect." Or some porno jazz, it's your call. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** “It was a sunny day in Ponyville—no really, Gummy, it was! I was stalking—I mean helping Dash by following her in the bushes. I knew how much she loved being my Ponymon last year, and I was determined to catch—I mean help her become champion this year,” Pinkie narrated. Dash turned around on the road and stared at the only bush nearby with a pink tail. “Pinkie! I know you’re stalking me, just cut it out, okay?” “You must have the wrong bush, Dash. My name is uh. . . Greenly Bushington” “If you don’t cut it out, I’ll capture you this year! Then we’ll see how much fun you have in a sadism ball!” The pink tailed bush giggled, and Pinkie bounced out. “Oh, Dash, sadism balls are so much more fun than net balls or latex balls. The Ponymon ball can only make you live out your fantasies, you kinky little lynx. I even saved your ponymon ball from last year!” Pinkie held out a pink Ponymon ball decorated with icing and sprinkles on it. Dash cringed, and gestured to her belt. It held one Ponymon on it: Scootaloo. “I’m not spending two months having orgasms while you cut me up, bake me into cupcakes, eat me, and then poop me out into a warm pile of—” Dash felt herself getting noticeably wet down there. “Damn it, Pinkie! Your stupid fantasies have ruined my sex life!” “Hehe, okie dokie lokie. I’ll be watching, Dashie Cake, and if anypony else tries to capture you I’m gonna knock ‘em upside the head and steal you for myself!” Pinkie dove back into the bush, vanishing completely. Dash walked over and kicked the bush, finding it was now empty. “How in the hell?!” With a loud moan, Dash turned around and walked back down the road. “Dash, wait!” a voice shouted out. “So help me I’m gonna beat the sno—” “Dash! You forgot something!” Twilight interrupted. Dash turned around and sighed in relief. “Whew, it’s just you.” “Who else would it be?” Dash’s eyelid twitched and for a moment, she flashed back to a dimly lit basement. “N-nopony. Uh, what is it?” “Oh, you forgot your Ponymon gear!” Twilight pulled out a rectangular pad, with red and white coloring, and handed it to her. “It contains the Equestrian Ponydex. Right now it only has the one hundred fifty one Ponyville region Ponymon in it.” Dash laughed and waved a hoof in the air. “I don’t need any of that egghead stuff.” “Really? It’s got a complete glossary of specialty Ponymon balls, Ponymon strengths and weaknesses, and several settings to allow you to adjust the bondage and mind contro—er mind contentment settings of the Ponymon balls.” “Wait, what was that last one?” Dash asked. “Contentment, that’s happiness.” Twilight giggled nervously. “Before that.” “Bondage?” “After that and before contentment?” “Look, do you want it or not? I even installed some fun apps on it! This one flips a coin, and this one lets you write a note. Unfortunately, it doesn’t save the note and the screen is really tiny. Oh, and this one is a clock!” Dash rolled her eyes. “Wow, how will I ever live without it?” Twilight grinned and walked up closer to her and whispered. “It also has a map, and I took extra care to label some good hiding places. I don’t want anypony to capture you before you make it to the Elite Whores. I’m going to be the first of the four master Ponymon trainers this year, and I’m going to capture you personally.” “Yeah, yeah, fine I’ll take it.” Dash grabbed it out of her hooves and shoved it in her saddlebag. “But this year, it’s going to be me that catches everypony. I’m going to build my own harem, with blackjack, and alcohol! In fact, forget the blackjack!” Twilight smiled. “I look forward to it.” After she lit her horn and teleported away, Dash turned and started walking back towards Sweet Apple Acres. She was just about to reach the top of the final hill before the orchard came in view. “Well, if it isn’t My Little Dashie,” Lightning Dust said. “Damn it! What is it with you ponies? Can’t I walk a hundred yards in peace? Must you always remind me of all that Celestia-awful pony fiction Lyra is always writing?” “Quite the temper you have there.” Dust jumped off the cloud she was lounging on and flew down next to Dash. “I was going to give you some friendly advice. Now, I think I’ll just teach you a lesson in respect for your betters.” “Hah!” Dash turned her red cap backwards, and jabbed a hoof into Dust’s chest. “Name the time and the place and I’ll kick your flank all over again, just like at the Academy!” Lightning Dust turned her back and walked away. “I don’t want to race you, or capture you.” Dash raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Then what? Do you expect me to talk?” Without turning to face Dash, a grin crossed Dust’s face. “No, Dash, I expect you to fry! Cloud Kicker, use thunderbolt!” There was a loud crack from the cloud above that Dust had been sleeping on. A bolt of lightning arced down at the ground, striking Dash’s saddlebags. Arcs of electricity flowed through the Ponymon ball, causing it to flicker. Dash landed on the ground twenty feet away, caught off guard by the cheap attack. She groaned as the world spun and her Ponymon ball rolled off her belt. “That was too easy. The first of the elements captured, nopony will stop my rise to champion this year!” Dust walked over and pulled out an Acme Industries™ vibrating dildo. Dash twitched as her fried nervous system began to recover. With a red flash, her Ponymon ball opened up. “No you don’t!” Scootaloo shouted. Dust froze mouth agape. “You can talk?” “Yeah! And nopony makes Master cum but me!” “Cloud Kicker, thunderbolt!” The pegasus jumped up and down on the cloud but it was out of juice. “Kicker!” Dust moaned, “Get your ass down here then and use swift attack!” Scootaloo lowered to her hooves as Cloud charged her. She dove out of the way at the last second as her opponent whizzed past. She ran after her and jumped on her back, hooking her legs over her wings. She began to massage just below the base of her wings in a sensitive spot, and Cloud moaned in approval. There was a red flash as Dust used the distraction to capture Dash in a net ball. Dash came fully awake as twin coils of rope snaked around her wings, then pinned them tightly to the side. She kicked out with her legs as hard as she could, hitting the metal sides of the ball. A brief glimpse of daylight breached the Ponymon ball. You are Lightning Dust’s sex slave. “Like hell! I’m not a Ponymon, not this year!” You live to please her. You will be pleased by her. Dash bucked the side of the pokeball again, nearly causing it to open up. More ropes shot out and wrapped around her legs, quickly hog tying them. A maze of ropes intertwined around Dash, tying her mane to her tail causing her neck into an unnatural arc. When she tried to relieve the pressure on her neck, it caused a crotch rope to rub against her pussy lips. Submit and be pleasured. Dash moaned. “No!” A rope shot into her mouth and tightened down, gagging her. Submit and be pleasured. Her frantic struggles were pushing her closer to the edge of orgasm and submission. She knew if she came, her willpower would be broken. With her hooves bound, she couldn’t kick the Ponymon ball open. Dash closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle. She lay still to prevent any further arousal. Submit. Scootaloo hit the ground hard as Cloud threw her off. She pinned Scootaloo to the ground and began licking her tight little pussy. “Good work, Cloud, just uh keep licking her until she passes out!” Dust shouted. She was staring intently at the net ball on the ground. Rope bondage was a common fetish, and thus weakness, amongst Pegasi. Dust didn’t understand why the net ball hadn’t finished capturing Dash yet. It continued to tremble on the ground as the battle of wills raged inside. Scootaloo felt the experienced tongue of Cloud Kicker, who had pleased a thousand sexual partners, enter her taut labia. She began to explore and tease nerves Scootaloo had never experienced. The vibrator and Spike had nothing on Cloud when it came to pleasing a mare. She struggled to reach Cloud’s pussy and try to make the fully grown mare orgasm first. Scootaloo could barely move, or focus enough to speak, as she felt her legs go limp. Next, her entire body tensed up against Cloud’s weight pinning her to the ground. Fire spread from her pussy to her body and the world exploded in color as she orgasmed. Scootaloo began to squirt urine and cum out into Cloud’s face as her body spasmed, ejaculating and writhing in the throes of a filly having her first proper orgasm. There was another loud noise as Dash emerged from the net ball. She landed on her feet, and turned around bucking Dust in the side. It sent the cocky pegasus flying and rolling across the ground. Dash grabbed the net ball and threw it at Dust. Given that she had barely been injured and was no where close to orgasm, it would undoubtedly fail. Still, it bought Dash the time she needed. Scootaloo felt a pulling sensation as her Ponymon ball summoned her back. She tried to hang onto Cloud, not wanting it to end. Once Dash has Scootaloo back in the safety of her Ponymon ball, she tackled and grappled with Cloud. The confused Ponymon looked up at her. “Cloud?” “Time to show you why they call me the fastest mare in Equestria!” Dash grinned wickedly, and shoved her muzzle into Cloud’s pussy. The mare on bottom barely felt it coming. One second she was eating out Scootaloo. The next, she had Dash’s tongue probing deep inside her as the mare’s muzzle rubbed against her labia. In ten seconds flat, Cloud was hit by an orgasm and came. Dash took to the sky, flying towards Sweet Apple Acres. 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The filly lowered her head in shame, and Dash took out the Ponymon gear to scan her for injuries. Scootaloo - the chicken Ponymon - WT: 70lbs HT: 36in Type: Flying / Filly Evolutions: ?? Injuries: None. Ponymon ball has successfully recovered pony from last battle. Mental conditioning intact. Orgasm reset. Training program: paused. Error code: 502 - Ponymon ball glitch detected. Speech inhibitor damaged. See your nearest ACME™ repair center immediately. “Squirt, I’m so glad you’re okay,” Dash said. “Dust nearly had me back there.” Scootaloo wiped a tear away. “I failed you, Dashie, I failed my master. I love you so much and I nearly let that mean Dust capture you. I. . .” Scootaloo looked up at her. “I couldn’t make Cloud Kicker cum faster enough.” “Hey, that’s not your fault. You’re about two orgasms from a virgin, stuff like that takes experience. Anyway, I’m more concerned with your uh. . . mental health. You feeling alright?” “I don’t understand.” Dash leaned back against a tree and smiled. “Well, I don’t really either, on account of Ponymon balls being magic. They’re supposed to make it so you’re basically all libido and no talk. Now that you can talk, I have a unique opportunity for you to tell me what it’s like.” “Oh, it’s great, Dash!” Scootaloo jumped in between her hind legs and cuddled against Dash’s wet pussy. “It’s like all I’ve ever wanted was to love you, and have orgasms for you, and now I am! I’ve never been so happy! All I can think about is sex, and orgasms, and your beautiful pussy with that tiny mound of rainbow pubic hair you shaved into a lightning bolt.” Scootaloo began to lick Dash’s pussy clean of her arousal. “Whoa, Squirt, slow down. You said you couldn’t make Cloud cum, so how about some training? After all, I want you to be the best Ponymon possible. Do you want to pleasure me?” Scootaloo jumped up and down buzzing her wings. “YES! YES! Oh my gosh yes! Can I?” “Okay, I’ll walk you through it. Now, when you’ve got time the best tactic is to tease them a little. Lick around beneath the labia majora, trace the labia minora, suckle on the clitoris. . . Here, I’ll show you. Dash laid Scootaloo on her back and began to trace along the lips of her pussy. She probed into small folds of her filly hood, and then suckled on her clitoris. Scootaloo moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes, then felt Dash’s tongue withdraw. “Okay, now you try it.” Dash leaned back, and Scootaloo dived right in. Using what Dash just taught her, she probed the larger mare’s vagina with her tongue. She skirted the edges, finding the grown mare was getting wet much faster than she was able to. Scootaloo found her love juices tasted and smelt like fresh rain in a summer thunderstorm. Scootaloo began to suckle on her clitoris, and heard Dash mumble her approval. After smiling and enjoying the attention for a minute, Dash pulled her off. “What next? Tell me master!” Scootaloo chanted. “I will show you, but first one thing. You can call me Dash or Dashie. Now, once you tease them a bit they’ll really want you inside them. Seeing as we don’t have dicks, at least in our first unevolved forms, we have to settle for the tongue.” “Unevolved?” Scootaloo asked. “Oh, how many times do I have to make you cum too evolve? Will I get a cutie mark? I really want a Ponymon cutie mark!” “Calm down!” Dash grabbed her and laid her on her back gently. “Now that your wet and warmed up, you can probe deeper. For instance, lick along the bottom of their tight pussy on the way in, then curl your tongue up and lick the top and sides on the way out. Speed up the rhythm, like you’re dehydrated and you want to lap up every drop of their cum for sustenance.” Dash demonstrated, filling the small filly with her large tongue. Scootaloo made a mental note of the training the mare was giving her. The feeling of fullness in her pussy was similar to what Cloud had done, but the fact it was Dash filling her up made her unable to resist. Scootaloo felt the familiar freight train of an orgasm approaching her at full speed. When the tongue withdrew, Scootaloo pouted and reached down for her pussy with her hoof. Dash stopped her. “Now, Squirt, a good Ponymon always lets their trainer cum first. Do what I just did. When you feel me start bucking my hips towards your tongue, you know I’m close. That’s when you’ll tease your opponent again. Some like their nipples played with, others like their clitoris to be suckled while you probe them. My preference, is to grind their face into my pussy, and get their tongue as deep as possible while my clit and labia rub against their muzzle.” Dash laid down against the apple tree. “Pretend I’m your opponent, and get to work. You have two minutes to bring me to climax. If you succeed, you can cum.” “Yes ma’am! I’m gonna uumph—” Dash interrupted the filly by shoving her mouth into her pussy. “Don’t waste time, only a minute fifty left!” Scootaloo quickly started to probe her labia, and found it already soaking wet. Since it was already warmed up, she moved on to the engorged clit and suckled it. Dash moaned, so she moved on to probe her pussy. “Good—improv—Squirt,” Dash moaned, clearly enjoying herself as her tongue hung out of her mouth. As the fillies tongue explored the insides of her pussy, Dash began to buck forward, pushing her hips towards the filly’s face. Scootaloo wrapped her hooves around Dash’s ass, and took a deep breath. She pulled Dash’s pussy tight against her face and reached even deeper into her pussy. Her smaller face and muzzle allowed her to grind deeply into Dash. Scootaloo felt muscles clenching around her head from Dash’s thighs. Scootaloo could taste something different, more arousing, as her tongue found the back of Dash’s pussy. Her lungs were beginning to burn for air. Scootaloo tried to back up and take a quick breath of air, but Dash’s thighs had clamped down around her head. She was trapped, her entire mouth and nose buried in the folds of Dash’s pussy, and her clitoris throbbing gentle against Scootaloo’s forehead. She got back to work, exploring every nook and cranny as Dash ground her hips and pussy against Scootaloo’s head. Her head began to ache as Dash’s muscles tensed up, and her lungs burned twice as furiously. Dash came, and in an instant the tightness vanished. It was replaced by a stream of liquid hitting Scootaloo’s face, as she slumped to the ground in front of Dash. Scootaloo’s first breath of fresh air pushed her over the edge, and she found herself having an orgasm without even needing Dash’s tongue to help. It washed over her, and when it was finished she curled up between Dash’s legs in a puddle of their love juice. The two Pegasi fell asleep under the apple tree, oblivious to the dangers lurking around them. “Crikey, Gummy, as you can see here we’ve got quite a sheila on our hooves! The older mare will violently defend it’s Ponymon, luckily, they’re both weakened from orgasm!” Pinkie explained. Her pet aligator just sat on her back and slowly licked one eye. She pulled a ponyball with the cupcake decorations on it out of her bag, and pondered capturing the unaware Dash. She then looked at Scootaloo, whom she had never seen look so happy and content. Pinkie sighed. “I guess I’ll have to catch them both!” She threw two Ponymon balls, only for them to be intercepted in mid-air by an expertly thrown lasso. “Ah reckon that’s a mite dirty, even for you Pinkie.” She turned to face Applejack, who tossed the balls back over to her. “Oh, AJ! I take really good care of my Ponymon, just ask Lyra! She agreed to be my Ponymon for a full year, and her coat is so shiny now. Want to see?” “If that’s your way of askin’ me to battle, I’m afraid ah only had time to grab one Ponymon so far,” Applejack explained. “Oh, poor Applejack. Why don’t you join my team?” She pulled out a custom made mint green Ponymon ball. “Or you want me to beat all one of your pets first?” AJ smiled and adjusted the brim of the stetson on her head. “Ah thought ya’d never ask. If ah win, you and all your Ponymon have to pleasure me all night, and none of y’all are allowed to get off.” Pinkie smiled. “And if I win, I’m taking you as my third Ponymon! One on one battle, first to climax loses.” “Deal.” “Deal!” Pinkie threw her Ponymon ball, revealing Lyra. Applejack’s Ponymon ball hit the ground and a large cloud of dust flew out. Several fruit bats flew out of the Ponymon ball, and a pony stepped out of the dust. In front of the pony was a metal weapon, with four poles and guardrails. On the end of two of the metal rods were tennis balls. “Haha!” Pinkie laughed and rolled around on the floor. “Your Ponymon is Granny Smith?” “Nope,” Applejack stated. “She’s the evolved form: Saggy Smith.” Pinkie stood up and looked at Lyra, who was staring back at her. Since Lyra had agreed to be Pinkie’s Ponymon for a full year—whether they won or lost—her coat had turned a metallic mint green. It reflected the light of the sun and made her sparkle like a gay vampire, or a glittered pole dancer, or a gay poledancing vampire. “Lyra, use latex and make her stop sagging!” From the unicorns horn shot a blob of latex, hitting Saggy without her even trying to dodge. The many loose folds of her skin and her large breasts—which were dragging on the ground—we tucked in. Saggy Smith looked like a mare half her age once the loose skin was tucked in. “Thank ya, now Saggy Smith, absorb!” Saggy’s walker began to melt into her hooves. The latex blob that was undulating over her body in a failed attempt to make her climax was also absorbed, until all that remained was that old grey mare and her sagging skin. “Lyra, use Horn Drill!” She sprinted forward, and then slowed down. She looked back at Pinkie with a confused look. “Lyra? Ly-ra!” “I don’t know why she isn’t dodging,” Pinkie said. “Maybe she’s too old, now horn fuck her!” “Lyra!” She charged forward and rammed her horn right into Saggy’s plot. She pulled out, and tried again, and again. Lyra continued to poke her horn into Saggy’s plot, but couldn’t find the right hole. “What’s the hold up?” Pinkie asked. “Saggy, use leech seed!” Smith queefed, shooting several burrs into Lyra’s shiny coat hair. They latched on, and began to drain her willpower from her. As they sapped her energy, Lyra found it harder to resist the urge to just give up and fuck herself with her hoof. “No! Fight it, use latex wrap! I bet she likes getting choked!” Lyra nodded and focused her magic. Several strips of latex began slapping themselves around her neck, tightening up and choking her. “Now, tackle!” She knocked Smith over onto her side. Applejack started laughing at the look of shock on Pinkie’s face. “Now ya see why she never loses?” Pinkie and Lyra stood staring at Saggy Smith. Her pussy looked like a roast beef sadwich that had been dropped on the floor and stepped on. There were dead ends and fake holes everywhere. It was so wrinkled, that finding the pussy in that mess would have taken a miracle. “Oh yeah? Well then Lyra, horn drill her ass!” Lyra dove forward, finding her sagging loose anus much more easily then her pussy. Her horn plopped right in with a wet noise, and Lyra began to fuck her ass with her horn. “Saggy, mega absorb!” Saggy took a deep breath, and then pushed back against Lyra’s horn as hard as she could. The unicorn’s horn got stuck in her ass. The flaps of skin on Saggy’s butt slapped the sides of Lyra’s face, adhering to them. “No! Lyra, double team! teleport! leer!” The unicorn struggled and tried to obey her trainer’s confusing commands. She could feel something tighten down around her neck and a foul odor filled her mouth. Her entire head was now lodged in Saggy’s rectum. Several more flaps of skin started hitting Lyra and she realized Saggy was turning into some sort of amorphous blob. “Lyra . . . leer. . . sand. . . quake. . . “ She couldn’t hear the commands of her trainer. Were she not currently waist deep in Saggy’s asshole, she’ may have stood a chance. Applejack smiled as Saggy’s eyes glowed and she used her Ponymon magic to turn into a large blob of sagging flesh. It literally devoured Lyra hole, using her anus as the entryway. After twenty seconds, the last piece of Lyra’s tail was pulled inside the blob-creature. Saggy’s skin began to pulse with a dull green light, as her body constricted around Lyra and flowed into all her orifices at once. The pony within her was being violated everywhere at once as Saggy flowed inside her. “Stop! This is nasty, how is any of this physically possible!” Pinkie screamed. Applejack laughed. “Looks like Lyra’s about to cum. I win.” “No! Never! I um. . .” Pinkie looked back to Gummy, who was still riding on her back. The alligator blew a bubble out his lips using his spit, and it popped. “That’s it.” Pinkie turned to face Lyra and Saggy. “Lyra, use explosion!” Lyra could feel large phallic shaped flaps of skin fucking her in the mouth, ass, and pussy all at once. She made our the word “explosion” shouted from outside. She smiled, happy to oblige. She dropped her guard and began to buck the inner folds of Saggy’s colon. Lyra pushed herself to cum as fast as possible. Even her horn was getting off from being rubbed. Lyra bottled up her energy, holding off on her climax until the last possible minute. Then, she focused all of her energy into her horn and came as hard as she could. Applejack heard the explosion before she realized what had happened. A green projectile flew out of Saggy’s ass, as her grand-mother was shot forward and collided with a tree. Both Ponymon were out cold. “What in tarnation?! How is that legal?” Applejack asked. “The same way your sicko ass-vore is you freak!” Pinkie shouted. “I wanted a good clean fight!” “Ya want clean? I reckon you and I should go one on one then, and I’ll make ya choke on those words!” Pinkie Pie walked forward and laughed loudly at her friend. “You? Beat me! I’m last year’s champion! I’m the best there ever was!” Applejack smiled, and pulled out her lasso. Dash woke up to the sound of familiar shouting. She couldn’t make out the words. It sounded like “mmph mmph mmph!” She looked down and saw Scootaloo in her lap. Dash then looked up at the tree in front of them, and broke out laughing. Tied to the tree was Pinkie Pie. She was in a strict shibaru tie. The ropes wrapped around her chest, stomach, and breasts, highlighting her features. A painfully tight crotch rope ran between the lips of her pussy. Her legs were spread eagle, wrapped slightly backwards around the trunk of the tree. A thick rope was wrapped around the tree and over her mouth, gagging her. Scootaloo had woken up too, and ran over to inspect her. “Whoa, Dash! What do you think happened here?” Dash shrugged. “I don’t know, let’s ask.” She hovered up and managed to untie the rope gag. “Oh thank you thank you thank you Dash! It was horrible I was just minding my own business taking a nap in the apple orchard and out of nowhere came this angry Applejack with ropes and everything and she was like rawr I’m going to tie you up like a little christmas present for Dashie and then I’m gonna go get Big Mac and he’s gonna make you cum so hard you’ll be begging him to be his Ponymon and I was like no! but I don’t want to cum so har—” Dash tied the rope back in place, gagging her. “Pinkie, slow down. Did you lose a Ponymon battle with Applejack?” Her pink hair flattened and she frowned, then nodded yes. “And she didn’t capture you?” Pinkie nodded no. “Now, slowly, tell me why.” Dash removed the rope from her mouth. “She said I just need to eat less sugar and calm down and something about humility and pride and then how I shouldn’t sneak up on loyalty and made me promise not to try to catch you two in your sleep again an—” Dash put the gag back in place. “You tried to capture us while sleeping? That’s low, Pinkie.” “Mmph! tho argh ta rulz” Pinkie mumbled through the gag. “Just because the rules say you can sneak up on opponents it’s still dirty. Now, what do you say?” Dash pulled the rope out of her mouth. “Hi, I’m Pinkie? Want to battle Ponymon?” She smiled. “Come on, Dash, let’s leave her. I want to try out my new moves!” Scootaloo said. “Yeah, you’re right.” Dash turned to leave. “Wait! Wait! I’m sorry, Dashie! I won’t sneak up on you anymore. I really want to catch you but it’ll be fair and square! And then we can relive our fantasies together, just like old times!” Dash moaned. “Well, that’s as close to an apology as I think I’m going to get.” She walked up behind the tree and found Gummy chewing on the knots. Dash pulled the alligator off, and then untied the knots. Once Pinkie fell to the ground, she left her there to sort out the rest of the mess of ropes on her own. “Come on, Squirt, we’re nearly to the first gym!” Pinkie coughed loudly. “And so, Dash and Scootaloo faced new foes and learned new moves. As long as they were willing to eat each other out, there was no limit to the amount of practice they could get muzzle-deep in each other’s pussies. “This left our true hero, Pinkie Pie, in the middle of an apple orchard with a really tight crotch rope. With nothing else to do, she went and got her Ponymon ball and summoned Thunderlane out. Until the next time Pinkie’s narration services were needed, she planned to get properly fucked in the ass by Thunderlane while grinding that crotch rope into her pussy.” Author's Note They call me crazy I am not a lunatic Just a bachelor * * * * * Did you skip the commercials? When I was a kid, we couldn't skip commercials. You youth today are spoiled! Why, I had to get straight A's for my parents to buy me Ocarina of Time! * * * * * DICTATED NOT EDITED!! I can't stress this enough. My editors were too busy ~~masterbating~~ clopping to edit, so please point out the typos in large font to embarrass me in the comments. I just read it to check the formatting and I know, it's atrocious grammatically.... that's why I need better editors. Thanks! 3. Dash Catches A Ponymon“Okay, squirt, here’s the plan. You jump on the pink one, and I’ll take the blue one,” Dash whispered. “Okay.” The two pegasi were crouched in the bushes outside Sweet Apple Acres as the spa twins trot down the road. Due to them being twins, Dash needed a hoof to capture them. As the spa twins passed by the bushes, Dash leapt out. “Go!” Lotus screamed as Dash tackled her, using her weight to pin her down. “Lo-lotus!” “Use seaweed wrap!” her sister shouted. Scootaloo was clinging onto her tail and clambering to reach her pussy. Dash tilted her head to the side. “Seawee—oomph!” A large patch of seaweed came out of nowhere and hit her in the face, knocking her off of Lotus. Dash tried to breath, but the seaweed had sealed over her muzzle and eyes. She began to claw at the sea weed, and felt more of it wrapping around her. Well, shit, this isn’t good. Dash pushed out with her legs and wings, and could slowly feel the wrap tearing. A hoof poked through, just as she felt a warm rock massaging her sex. Scootaloo has clung onto Aloe’s plot and buried her muzzle in her moist flower. She began lapping at it just as Dash had trained her, and Aloe struggled to pull her off. Finally, she tried sitting on Scootaloo but only succeeded in falling over. Aloe found it hard to focus since she hadn’t been with a stallion in months, and was quickly getting aroused. Meanwhile, Lotus was doing her best without her trainer’s commands, rubbing a warm stone against Dash’s labia. The pegasi was quickly breaking free of the seaweed wrap, so Lotus began pouring a mud bath onto her. Fortunately for Dash, her wings burst through the back of the wrap and it began to unravel. She stood up, covered head to toe in mud and bits of seaweed, and tackled Lotus. They rolled across the ground until she finally was able to plant her face in Lotus’ snatch. Dash felt Lotus slide into position and began to lick the mud off her pussy. The two ponies began a race to see who would cum first. Scootaloo could almost taste victory. The muscles of Aloe’s well-toned plot were tightening up. She continued licking the walls of her vagina even after Aloe came. Scootaloo felt amazing, as if her whole body was tingling. When Scootaloo finally got up, she saw Dash and Lotus locked in battle. She ran over to help and then tripped over her own hooves. She looked down at them as they began to glow white. “Dash, help!” Scootaloo shouted. Lotus and Dash turned to look towards the bright glowing outline of Scootaloo’s body. “What?” the disembodied voice of Pinkie said. “Scootaloo is evolving!” “I’m scared, Dash!” “It’s okay, squirt!” she replied. Scootaloo began pulsing white light, as the other two mud-covered ponies watched in amazement. From between her legs a fifth limb grew outward. Her wings spread, and her feathers became the right size for a filly of her age. “Scootaloo has evolved into Futaloo!” Scootaloo smiled and ran over towards Lotus. Dash took this oppurtunity to grapple her, and pin her head back down against the ground. “Scootaloo, use penetrate!” Dash shouted. The young mare jumped up onto Lotus’ plot, haphazardly slapping her dick against her flanks. After some fidgeting, Scootaloo finally felt her new dick slide into Lotus’ moist sex. “Unf,” Scootaloo moaned, “this feels awesome!” “Lotus?” the spa pony shouted out. “Lotus!” Scootaloo continued thrusting, feeling her balls slap against her plot with each thrust. The new sensations were quickly proving to be too much for her to bear. She screamed as she came inside Lotus, and began to spew her first load of sperm. Lotus tensed up and bore down on the thick shaft, and quickly joined in with her own orgasm. The two collapsed to the ground and after a couple of minutes, Scootaloo pulled out and her newest member began retracting into its sheath. Dash held up her Ponydex. Futaloo - the peacock Ponymon - WT: 75lbs HT: 36in Length: 8in Type: Flying / Futa Evolutions: Scootaloo, Futaloo, ?? Notes: Futaloo, the peacock Ponymon. Known evolution of Scootaloo when confusion of sexuality leads to fantasies of a gender swap and penis envy. Has been shown to cum in ten seconds flat. . . like most stallions. “Good work, Futaloo!” Dash laughed and shook her head. “I’m not gonna go talk to some old stallion to change your name. I’m still gonna call ya Squirt or Scoots.” Scootaloo smiled and drooled a little as her limp cock twitched. “Now, to catch a spa pony,” Dash said. She reached in her bag and fumbled around a little, looking for a mummy ball. Lotus had seemed fond of wrapping ponies up, so turnabout was fair play. After tossing the ball at Lotus, she heard a shout. “No!” Aloe dove in front of her sister, shielding her. With a red flash, the Ponymon ball enveloped them both. Inside the Ponymon ball, opposite forces caused the sisters to drift apart. As Aloe’s brain was re-wired, she began to understand the language of Ponymon and could hear her sister speaking. “Aloe, what’d you do?” Lotus asked. “Sister, Dash was going to capture you!” Aloe answered. “It’s okay! I wanted to be a Ponymon, you didn’t have to try and save me.” Silence. “If we can’t be champions together, we’ll be Ponym—mmph! Mmph!” Silence. A thick plastic tape that stuck only to itself was gagging Aloe. It wrapped itself thickly around her muzzle, leaving only a narrow gap for her to breathe. Across from her, Lotus was calmly floating. “Don’t resist, sister, the Ponymon ball will take care of us.” Lotus closed her eyes as the plastic wrapped her from head to hoof. Aloe saw what was going to happen to her and screamed. You are a Ponymon now. She mumbled in her gag and resisted. No, I’m a pony, I’ll break us both out! There is no escape. Do not be foalish. Yes, Aloe thought, I can escape! Several bands of plastic yanked her forelegs behind her back and began to tape them to her. Both hind legs were yanked towards her chest, and she began to be mummified in the awkward position. Twinges of pain shot through her shoulders and hips as she was encased in plastic. There is no escape, only sexual servitude. I refuse to cum, give up! Aloe screamed in her mind. Feisty, but you enjoy this. You enjoy sex. You are a sex toy. No, I’m a Ponymon! I mean, a pony! Yes, relax. Just let a couple of the thoughts in. Aloe felt something hard slide between her legs, penetrating her damp labia and impaling her vagina. It filled her up and began vibrating. N-no f-fair! Aloe whimpered as the plastic sealed away her eyesight and hearing. She felt the last of her exposed skin sealed away in the plastic and realized she was now completely mummified in plastic wrap. Even the sex toy was being strapped into place by the plastic. You are a Ponymon. Yes, but I— You live to please Dash. But, Lotus I— The toy in her pussy doubled the intensity of its vibrations. Aloe tensed up and realized she couldn’t move a single inch in any direction. The Ponymon ball had bound her so tightly, that she was like a statue. You live to please Dash. N-no— The toy began to vibrate even faster and Aloe lost control. The fact she couldn’t move intensified her orgasm, blinding all rational thought in a sea of endorphins. She squealed like a stuck pig and panted as the last of her will faded away. Dash watched as both spa sisters got stuck in the Ponymon ball. “Oh no, what do I do?” She held up the Ponydex for answers. 01000100 01000101 01010011 01010100 01010010 01001111 01011001 00100000 01000001 01001100 01001100 00100000 01010000 01001111 01001110 01001001 01000101 01010011 6FFAE7539F84 127.0.0.1 GOTO 10 Updating Equestrian Ponydex. . . Updating rules. . . Set string “twinsAllowed == true” Rebooting. . . Spa Sisters - the twin Ponymon WT: 90lbs each. HT: 48in Type: Earth/Twin Evolutions: ?? Notes: Spa sisters, never seen separated. Their inseparable bond has enabled them to fight as a single Ponymon, with each sister being half of a greater whole. They pose a great risk of orgasm to foes due to the increased number of tongues available. Admin Message: Stop causing system glitches, Dash! -Celestia Scootaloo had recovered and trotted over to the wiggling Ponymon ball just in time to see it stop wiggling. “Cool! You caught twins!” “Yeah, I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be possible,” Dash said. “Can we bring them out and play? Can I fuck them again? PLEASE?!” Scootaloo sat down and gave Dash the biggest puppy eyes she could manage. “Whoa, Squirt, you must have had a lot of EV points in swearing to level up so quickly!” Dash looked into her eyes. “Aww, not this again.” Just as the puppy eyes began to work, Scootaloo’s dick began to grow. As she sat there, the innocent look on her face was betrayed by her eight inch member, and Dash fell over laughing. “What? I really wanna go again,” Scootaloo pouted. “It’s—You—look funny!” Dash managed between laughs. “Hmph.” Scootaloo got up and walked towards Sweet Apple Acres. She looked a bit like a penguin walking, as she was unused to the stiff member slapping against her belly. “Just wait until you’re asleep, Dash, and we’ll see who gets the last laugh!” “What was that squirt?” Dash picked up her new Ponymon and attached it to her belt. “Nothing, Dashie! I love you so much!” Scootaloo giggled and imagined the amazing surprise sex she would have with Dash later. And now a word from our sponsors: Who is that Ponymon? Think you’ve got what it takes to be the very best? Take the survey from Scygnus inc. Choose your Ponymon Team! Share with your friends! Order the action figures of Slutty Spitfire, Anal Applejack, or Futaloo today! Think you’ve got what it takes to be the very best? From the makers of Tetris™, and one of the animators of Dragon Quest™, with consulting by the janitor of the company that made Colonol Mustard’s Revenge™ comes. . . Banned by Equestria Daily! Join your favorite ponies in a game of sexual conquest. For just five easy payments of $99, you can download our real life re-enactment! It’s Vinyl Scratch! And now, back to the show. . . After a quick cold shower from a passing rain cloud, Scootaloo and Dash arrived at Applejack’s house. There was a large painted field in front for Ponymon gym battles. Currently, Vinyl’s Ponymon Octavia was fighting Big Mac’s Ponymon, Mr. Cake. “Octy, use razor wire!” Vinyl shouted. She broke her cello over Mr. Cake’s head and grabbed the strings from the instrument. She looped it around Mr. Cake’s throat and tightened it up. His face quickly turned red. “Get ‘er in the face with cake!” Big Mac shouted. He reached back into his mane and pulled a cake out, before shoving it in Octavia’s face. “Octy!” she shouted and punched him in the throat. “Cake!” he retorted, before tackling her and twisting her nipples painfully. “Two can play that game! Put your pie in his face.” Vinyl said. The two rolled over until Octavia had Mr. Cake pinned by her snatch. She sat her plot on his face and pinned him to the ground, and eyes hid stiff cock greedily. “Eeyup, use lick and paralyze her,” Mac stated. Octavia twitched and froze as a long tongue unfurled into her pussy, lapping at her folds as if they were a delicious icing. She took a deep breath of air and moaned loudly. “Wait, uh. . . Octavia use constrict! Swallow him!” She leaned forward, drooling over Mr. Cake’s cock, but unable to take her mind off the tongue and the two lips now suckling her clit. Octavia slowly pushed his cock into her throat and took a deep breath. “Good, just a little further and tighten down!” Octavia pushed herself further down, feeling the cock push past her gag reflex and towars her stomach. She got it halfway in and stopped as her pussy twitched. “Further, Octavia!” Vinyl shouted. She swallowed and pushed even further, and felt his erect dick poke against her stomach. Unable to breathe, she began to choke and swallowed even more of him. Octavia’s muzzle came to rest against his ball sack, and her throat started spasming and tightening around him. “What in tarnation?” Big Mac watched as Octavia swallowed Mr. Cake’s entire dick. He could see her twitching and knew she was close to coming, yet for each convulsion it also pushed Mr. Cake closer to the edge. Octavia felt Mr. Cake’s dick flare. It had nowhere to go but deeper, and as the head swole to double its size it locked itself into her stomach. Her muzzle was buried in Mr. Cake’s taint as he thrust his dick down her throat. She managed half a breath of air, and could feel Mr. Cake’s pulse in her throat. She lost all control as he nibbled gently at her labia and stuck his tongue back in. Without enough air, Octavia had a mind shattering orgasm and began shaking and flailing around, speared on his dick. Mr. Cake knew he had won, but couldn’t pull out. His dick was caught in her stomach, and as he pulled and thrust, he found himself reaching a climax. The incredibly slick and tight throat, never meant to be used as a penis sheath, clutched him mercilessly. Octavia felt each bulge of sperm shoot down his cock directly into her stomach. Her eyes were rolling back in her head from the exhaustion of the orgasm that still hadn’t ended, when finally she felt his dick turning limp and sliding back out. Once his dick slipped out, she vomited up his sperm onto the ground and passed out. Big Mac shook his head in shock and recalled Mr. Cake. “Well, ah win on account o’ Octavia cum’ing first.” Vinyl watched as Big Mac started fishing around for a Ponymon ball to catch Octavia in. “Oh no you don’t!” “Ah’m the gym leader, and ah say ah do!” He threw a Ponymon ball through the air at her. Vinyl ran forward and intercepted the Ponymon ball, taking Octavia’s place. The passed out earth pony didn’t realize what her lover had just done to protect her, or how futile it was. Vinyl materialized inside the Ponymon ball to the sound of whirring machinery. “What the hay kind of ball did he use?” Hello little dolly, you are going to be master’s new Ponymon. “Like hell I am, I haven’t even cum yet!” Vinyl kicked against the sides of the Ponymon ball, only to feel them drifting further away. You are not strong enough to resist an ultra-grade dolly ball. “I’ve never heard of such a thing, now let me out!” Vinyl velt one of the walls as she floated there and began kicking it. She suddenly had the sensation of gravity as she fell down onto a moving conveyor belt. You are an obedient Ponymon dolly. Submit. Vinyl tried to climb to her feet but felt something holding her down to the belt. “No, I am Octavia’s pony!” You are not a Pony, silly Ponymon. “I’m a Ponymon, but I belong to. . . to. . .” Big Mac. You are an obedient Ponymon. “No, I don’t want to be Big Mac’s Ponymon!” The conveyor belt moved forward and pulled her into a metal box. She felt a cold liquid spraying against her skin and a tingling in her loins. No Ponymon can resist master. “I won’t, just—unf.” The liquid hit her horn and sent an electric tingling down her spine. You are a Ponymon. “Yes.” A good Ponymon cums when told to. Now cum. Part of her wanted to resist, but a larger part was beginning to turn on her. Vinyl struggled as the liquid hardened on her skin. She soon found herself unable to move, as two large metal rods were inserted into her pussy and ass. Another soon followed into her mouth, shaping them into love holes. We know your fantasy. Submit, and this pleasure will continue. As soon as the rod pulled out of her mouth, she answered. “Oh Celestia, yes, fuck me!” Say ‘I’m a good Ponymon.’ “I’m a good Ponymon!” Vinyl fought to buck against the rods currently invading her ass and pussy. She wanted to be a sex doll, a Ponymon, and she wanted to be fucked. It was everything she ever wanted. Say ‘I will obey Big Mac.’ “Yes, I will obey Big Mac!” Vinyl felt the rods begin vibrating against her plastic prison, and paint brushes began detailing her new plastic body. She let go and came, eyes rolling back into her head, as her mind was reprogrammed for the Ponymon competition. Dash watched as Big Mac picked up his two new Ponymon: Vinyl and Octavia. Safely in their Ponymon balls, he clipped them to his belt. He turned to face Rainbow Dash. “Are you mah next challenger?” Author's Note I wanna sex the very best, like nopony ever has, To nail them it my real test, to orgasm is my cause! Ponymon! Appendix A: Ponyville Ponydex & Three Rules of PonymonCelestia's Three Rules of Robotics Ponymon: 1.) A Ponymon may not deny an orgasm or, through inaction, allow an orgasm to go unfullfilled. 2.) A Ponymon must obey the orders given to it by Ponymon trainers, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. 3.) A Ponymon must protect it's own right to cum so long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws. Quick Start Guide 1.) A Ponymon trainer must always keep their ponygear handy! The ponydex in particular, as it controls several key settings of the Ponymon balls. 2.) A shiny Ponymon is one who enjoyed being a Ponymon so much: A.) They asked to stay that way year-round, becoming a wild Ponymon. They are released once a year for a yearly physical and to renew their contract. B.) They were overcome by desire and love for their master, becoming their permanent Ponymon. 3.) Any pony may be captured during the competition, except those with a medical waiver. 4.) There can only be one Ponymon champion. 5.) When a Ponymon trainer loses a battle, the opponent has the right to fight one round against the trainer themselves. If the trainer loses, they can be captured as the victor's new Ponymon. They also inherit all their Ponymon. 6.) After three months, or the crowning of the Equestrian Ponymon Champion, non-shiny Ponymon are reverted. 7.) Year round Ponymon trainers require a valid certificate from Equestrian Ponymon, Fish, and Game. 8.) Any species of pony may be captured. 9.) Ponygear allows you to alter Ponymon ball bondage settings: tease, normal, random, or constant climax. It also allows adjustement of specialty balls, such as bondage, domination, latex, vore, or ropes. 10.) Some ponies may retain speech. The cause is unknown but may be either intelligence, devotion, or glitchy Ponymon balls. History of Ponymon: Every year since the royal princesses menses synched, stallions in Canterlot were hunted down and sexed relentlessly. No matter how many mates they took, it did not scratch their itch. To satiate their immortal libidos, the Ponymon competition was formed. Using their magic, and the elements, they created a series of magical spells to facilitate the Ponymon competition. This method of controlled sexual release allows all ponies to get full enjoyment from their annual "time of the month" and have their sexual desires during heat fulfilled. Ponies who have a difficult to reach itch, often opt to remain as Ponymon or trainers year-round. Thus, the princesses libidos were eventually satiated, and nymphomania across Equestria was eliminated. Type Chart: Attack |||| Opponent Type: Type: |||| ___________Earth__Pegas__Unico__Alico__Non-P Earth________=______+______X_____X_____* Pegasus_____X______=______+_____X_____* Unicorn______+______X______=_____X_____* Alicorn_______+______+______+_____X_____X Non-Pony____ *______ *______ *_____+_____* = Normal Damage + Double Damage X Half Damage * Non-Ponies: Changeling: Alicorn. Can morph into other types. Winged Non-Pony: Pegasus Magic Non-Pony: Unicorn Other Non-Pony: Earth Complete provisional Ponydex 1 Twilight 2 Tentaclight 3 Twilicorn 4 Dash 5 Raingasm 6 DashCum 7 Pinkie 8 Pussie 9 Tighty Pie 10 Rarity 11 Rapeity 12 Hentaity 13 Fluttershy 14 Futashy 15 Voreshy 16 Applejack 17 AppleShibaru 18 AppleFucks 19 Scootaloo 20 Futaloo 21 Apple Bloom 22 American Pie 23 Sweetie Belle 24 Deep Throat Belle 25 Little Mac 26 Medium Mac 27 Big Mac 28 Lyra 29 Lyrape 30 Totallyrape 31 Bon Bon 32 Cum Cum 33 Queef Queef 34 Vinyl 35 Latexyl 36 Wubsy 37 Octavia 38 Octy 39 Octypussy 40 Spike 41 Dyke 42 Bukake 43 Wild Rose 44 Squirting Rose (water stone) 45 Futa Rose (thunder stone) 46 Orgasm Rose (fire stone) 47 Blue Blood 48 Blue Balls 49 Blue Job 50 Spa Twins 51 Sex Twins 52 Love Goddesses 53 Diamond Tiara 53 Diamond Cock (phallic stone) 54 Diamond Pussy (clitoris stone) 55 Diamond Eunuch (evolve with neither) 56 Silver Spoon 57 Epic Spooning 58 Big Spoon 59 Featherweight 60 Feather Dick 61 Cheerilee 62 Fuckilee 63 FuckyMe 64 Zecora 65 Owhora 66 Whore 67 Fancy Pants 68 Fancy Futa 69 Fancy Filatio 70 Hoity Toity 71 Hotty Tighty 72 Hot Tight Plot 73 Photo Finish 74 Flash Finish 75 Instant Finish 76 Sunset Shimmer 77 Sunset Crotchboobs 78 Filly Twixie 79 Trixie 80 Great and Powerful Trixie (evolve during day) 81 Alicorn Amulet Trixie (evolve at night) 82 Donut Joe 83 Donut Hole Joe 84 Anal Joe 85 Moondancer 86 Moon Walker 87 Lady of the Night 88 Twilight Velvet 89 Twilight Labia 90 Purple Clitoris 91 Inkie 92 Scatie 93 Blinkie 94 Winky 95 Mayor Mare 96 Peppermint Twist 97 Ruby Red Twist 98 Meat Twist 99 Cutie Mark Crusaders (evolve three crusaders at once) 100 Colgate 101 Crest (evolve in bathroom) 102 Sensodyne (evolve while in pain) 103 Orajel (evolve during post-cloital bliss) 104 Preperation H (evolve during yeast infection) 105 Colgatasaurus (evolve with mint stone) 106 Braeburn 107 Ropeburn 108 Gayburn (fight more males than females) 109 Straightburn (fight more females than males) 110 Derpy 111 Muffy 112 May-Or 113 May-Not 114 May-Bee 115 Milky Way 116 MILFy way 117 Magnum 118 Trojan 119 Pearl 120 Diamond Dog 121 Dick Dog (male evolution) 122 Bitch (female evolution) 123 Wyvern 124 Dickburn 125 Hydra 126 Voredra 127 Cherry Jubilee 128 Cherry Popper 129 Discord 130 Molestia (Event Only) 131 Sombra 132 Changeling 133 Shadowbolt 134 Sliver of Shadow 135 Filly Nightmare Moon (evolve by trading) 136 Lightning Dust 137 Glitter Dust 138 Pole Dancer 139 Soarin 140 Whorin’ Soarin 141 Hymen Breaker 142 Spitfire 143 Cumfire 144 Swallowfire 145 Chrysalis 146 Sexsalis 147 Shining Armor 148 Shining Penis 149 Cadance 150 Luna 151 Celestia Author's Note They called me crazy. Would a crazy author write this?! ... That was rhetorical. 5. Blasting Off Again! We return to find our heroes riding down route 69 to the pokecenter, what an unexpected adventure! The last we saw them felt like years ago, but alas, it was actually just a mid-season hiatus while an old CEO greenlit the funding for season 2! But never fear, Pinkie has your back and will be sure to keep this story going, or at worst, sell the rights to SyFy for when they run out of Sharknado films. Coming soon straight-to-TV, Ponymon: Jizz Lives Matter! Dash coughs loudly. Oh, right… our heroes are riding down the road… Dash raced down the road on her pilfered bike, with Scootaloo in the basket on the handlebars. “Don’t worry Squirt, I’ll get you some help!” *Beep beep beep* She wasn’t far from the pokecenter now, it was just around the-- *Beep beep beep* “What the?” Dash looks down and sees her pokedex beeping and vibrating at her. “I’ve got an urgent message? Later, okay?” She closes the message about the super cool free DLC that added 150 ponymon to the competition, and runs right into a row of bushes outside the pokecenter, flying through the air and tumbling to the ground with Futaloo. Dash looks up to see another unwelcome face. “Prepare for penetration,” Trixie said, standing only a hoof’s length away from Futaloo. “And make it double,” Starlight added. “To protect Equestria from untreated heat.” “To ensure into their hoof no stallion must beat.” “To denounce the evils of monogamy and safe sex.” “Our most important muscles we must flex!” “The Great and Powerful Trixie!” “Starlight Glimmer!” “Team Fuck it humps at the speed of light!” “Surrender now, or deep throat my might!” “Spike, that’s right!” Spike added. Dash blinked and tilted her head. “Really? That’s got to be the most gimmicky and stupid thing I’ve ever heard, and if I ever hear it again I’ll probably kill myself. Who comes up with this shit? Did your song writer have no standards? I’ve taken dumps that spelled out more literate sentences than that.” “Now, now, pathetic little Dash, we shall steal your Futaloo! It’s truly a one of a kind ponymon~ half female, half male, and able to speak!” “Yeah!” Spike added. “What are you doing with them, Spike?” Dash asked. “Well, Twilight never lets me participate in Ponymon because I’m not a pony so I decided to run away and join team Fuck It! Plus, as fringe benefits, I get to sleep with Starlight.” “Sleep? Pff, more like a disinterested hoofjob,” Starlight quipped. “And what’s your deal? Where’d you come from?” Dash asked. “Oh, I’m Starlight Glimmer. I believe all ponies are created equal, but some are more equal than others. And I’m here to help Trixie enslave each and every famous pony in Equestria, and make the tournament last forever! Not that anypony will care about weaklings like you Dash, you’ll all just be fucktoys we store on a shelf. Even I’ve heard about your sick fetishes from last year’s tournament.” “Yawn, the Great and Powerful Trixie is becoming the Bored and Disinterested Trixie. Let’s grab Futaloo and go.” “No!” Dash shouts, but she’s too weak to stand and fight. “If only there were somepony to help me!” “Eeyup!” Big Mac leaps out from behind a nearby bush, balls in hoof. There’s a lot of something white on his foreleg that’s not icing. It’s not snow either. In fact, I’ll just cum out and say it. It’s white out. “Your motto needs some work, try this.” He hands Trixie a page, covered in white out. “What?” Trixie reaches for the page, only to get hit in the side by Apple Pie. “Pie! Pie!” “What the—he grabbed Futaloo!” Starlight’s horn lit up, flinging a large metal chastity belt at Big Mac. He spins and kicks it out of the air. “Pie, show Trixie what happened that one time at Band Camp!” “Oh that’s my favorite!” Pinkie shouted from a nearby bush, tossing random musical instruments out of the nearby tree. Finally she flings a flute to Apple Pie. She catches it in her mouth and turns around, dodging a blast from Trixie and a breath of fire from Spike. His dragon fire hits her fancy bow, transporting it somewhere far away. Celestia raises up the spiked cat o nine tails, ready to deliver a blow to her slutty submissive pet when a red bow materializes. “Damn it Discord, using the safe word already?” Apple Pie shoves the flute into Trixie and begins to blow. The note sounds like a police whistle buried inside of a horse’s ass, if the horse was drowning underwater while large boxes of raw roast beef were being spilled on the ground. In fact, I’m fairly certain if you find a recording of a police whistle and a queef, you could have saved me a lot of effort on this analogy. Trixie moans and feels her nether regions clamping down on the flute. She comes dangerously close to an orgasm, which would allow Big Mac or Dash to capture her. After making a mental note to masturbate more frequently, she calls out for help. “Starlight plan B!” Starlight pulls a couple small white pills out and holds them in her hoof, “Got ‘em!” She tosses them to Trixie. “No you idiot! The hot air balloon!” “Oh!” Starlight runs over to the nearby hot air balloon and starts untying it. “Come on Spike, I need you to heat it up!” Spike comes over to fill the balloon with hot air, when Trixie lands beside them, startling him. He belches fire, catching the wicker basket on fire. “Horse testicles!” He grabs a fire extinguisher and begins to spray it on the blaze. There’s a large explosion, flinging Spike, Trixie, and Starlight into the air. “Looks like Team Fuck It’s blasting off again! Or for the first time! Or—” The trio blinks out of existence, leaving just Dash, Futaloo, Apple Pie, Big Mac, and the ever present Pinkie Pie outside the pokecenter. “I just knew that novelty fire extinguisher would come in handy one day! That’s why I gave it to Spike for his birthday last year.” Pinkie hopped out of the tree. “Novelty? What did you fill it with Pinkie?” “Nitroglycerin!” “What?!” Dash shouted, “you gave me a fire extinguisher last year too!” Pinkie laughed, “oh silly, yours was filled with pressurized personal lubricant!” Dash blinked a few times before remembering about Futaloo. “Oh crap! We need to get her some help. I’ll see you after the commercial break Pinkie when you’re narrating my bathroom habits or whatever,” she waved a hoof dismissively. “Eeyup, she’ll be okay but we should get her inside. Good work, Apple Pie!” He held up a ball. Then he used his ponymon ball to recall Apple Pie. “You uh… may want to get that checked while we’re here, it’s like 20% bigger than the other one,” Dash observed. Big Mac sighed. “Eeyup.” Dash burst inside the hospital, rushing over to Nurse Redheart. “Help! Futaloo was hurt by a wild ponymon!” “Oh dear!” Redheart exclaimed. 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THE ONLY SPLATTER ON HER SHAMPOW WILL BE THE ONE YOU MAKE WHEN YOU SHAMPLOW HER! YOU’VE GOT THE FILLY MAYS MONEY BACK GAURANTEE! THIS PRODUCT HAS SOME OF THE BEST, THE VERY BEST, PRESS COVFEFE ******************************************** Who is that Ponymon?! Twilight! ******************************************** “I’m okay now, Dash! That sure was a speedy recovery.” Futaloo nuzzles Dash. Only a sharp tug from Dash on her mane kept Futaloo from wiggling her way under Dash and eating her out in a dirty hospital waiting room. “Yep you seem good as new!” Dash exclaimed. “I’m glad,” Big Mac interrupted. “However, I’d sure feel better if we could team up for this year’s competition. A lot of other ponies are doing it now, and if it weren’t for me you’d be eating a Great and Powerful creampie right now.” Dash shuddered. “Yeah… you’re probably right, I could use some traveling companions. After all, I can’t be expected to hit on all the sexy mares I encounter all by myself.” “A good choice! Though, if you want a little help hitting on the stallions…” Big Mac smiled. “Uh, sure! You can hit on the wyverns too, I’m not into piercings.” Dash shrugs and puts some bits on the counter to pay for the services from the pokecenter. “Thanks,” Nurse Redheart said. “That’ll help me buy a replacement outfits for Q here. His hidden power is to change outfits with the flick of his fingers, but I never found where he is sending them to…” Q snapped his fingers, causing a pair of assless chaps to vanish. “Not again…” Nurse Redheart sighed. Princess Luna was pacing through her closet, looking for something to wear for her session tonight. Since Discord’s session ended early, she needed something to wear to really impress her sister… Suddenly assless chaps appeared in front of Luna. She smirked. The strangest outfits would just appear when she needed them most, it was a sign: tonight Luna went assless. “Thanks again,” Dash said. Already Redheart was placing an order on South-Amerizon for 1-day shipping of some plaid coveralls to dress Q in. Dash walked outside the pokecenter and was about to say something witty to Big Mac and Futaloo when a deranged white unicorn jumped out of the tall grass. “You!” Rarity screamed. “This!” She flung the mangled remains of her bike on the ground between them. “Is. The. Worst. Possible. Thing!” Dash bit her lip and lasted almost two seconds before bursting out in laughter and rolling over onto her back. Rarity’s eye twitched and something inside her snapped. I, Pinkie, as one of her oldest friends can only surmise it was the stick she keeps stuck up her ass. What happened next was LEGEN- wait for it. “Rainbow Sprinkle Dash! You stop that this moment and face me!” Rarity yelled. Dash continued to roll around laughing, while Rarity summoned a magical needle and shot it at Dash, quickly sewing her mouth shut. “Mmph!” “Hey that’s no fair!” Futaloo shouted. Already Rarity had called out Coco Pommel. “Now, eat her out and make it classy.” Before Coco could leap on the confused Dash, who was undoubtedly not expecting to have her lips sewn shut, Futaloo intercepted with a quick attack. She turned to look back at Dash, wondering what attack to use next, but Dash was unable to talk. “Scootaloo, darling, she’ll summon a ponymon to defend herself, stay out of this” Rarity ordered. “But I’m her Ponymon!” “Really? Hmm, well she can’t give you commands either. So I guess that makes you my ponymon now. Coco, use envelope!” Coco threw several unsealed envelopes at Futaloo, leaving dozens of painful papercuts. “Ow!” She waited out of habit for Dash to tell her what attack to use, finally deciding to just fuck Coco’s brains out. In her limited experience, sticking one's dick repeatedly into a pussy was the only attack she needed to win a ponymon fight. It was almost as if every attack was a variation on a similiar theme of fucking, or being fucked, or just plain fucked up. Futaloo ran towards Coco Pommel, dodging several spools of yarn and a mannequin that were flung at her, and pounced onto Coco. She improvised, buzzing her wings and turning her entire body into a massive vibrator as she thrust her dick into Coco. Rarity stood in shock and disgust, as any mare of proper upbringing would, at the sight. The small orange filly had just tackled and started to fuck her ponymon in public. “This is lewd! You stop that at once young mare!” “Futaloo!” she replied, chuckling. As a fringe benfit, banging mares felt amazing and without a trainer to reign her in, Futaloo quickly came and emptied her seed into Coco Pommel. Weakened by her orgasm, Futaloo felt herself shrinking and was easily pushed off Coco Pommel. “Pfft, typical lack of stamina.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Coco wins. You’re mine now Dash unless… you buy me a new bike!” Dash, who had finally found a pair of scissors in her saddlebags, cut the stitches from her lips. “That was cheating!” “What? Me, cheat? Why I’ll have you know body piercing is number seventy-two on the list of approved sexual deviances for use in Ponymon!” Rarity huffed and turned her nose up. “Now, will you get me a new bike or will I capture your Futaloo?” “I’ll buy you a new bike!” Dash yelled. “I… am just a little broke right now.” “Of course you are! Well, I’m not letting you out of my sight until I get a new bike so I guess we’re traveling together.” “Fine!” Dash replied. “Fine!” Rarity responded. “Eeyup,” Big Mac added. “Pikachu?” Futaloo asked. The group shared a laugh. And so our unlikely heroes walk into the sunset. What new adventures await them? Nopony knows, unless you’ve played a pokemon game or just had the slightest amount of pattern recognition! We’ll see you next time for cupcakes, badges, new ponymon, and more! Only on the Hump network™ Author's Note -DARY! LEGENDARY! Apparently we're back now and are Triple-Pinkie's Seal of Approval'd. So keep an eye out for the next episode of Ponymon, coming sometime in 2019! Also, we're rebooting Dash of Humanity and starting the DCU - Dawn's Cunt Universe. It'll be a shared storyverse full of ponies wanting to get into Dawn's saddle, if you know what I mean. This author's note brought to you by Pinkie. The views and opinions do not reflect the views and opinions of fim fiction. Just Kaidan, he's kind of fucked up. p.s. It's a warm up I forgot to do any inside-the-ponymon-ball hi-jinx, guess we're saving it for next time!~ 4. Showdown at Sweet Apple AcresAs our heroes move ever closer to the Elite Whores, Dash finds herself facing her first gym leader! With only two Ponymon, will Dash have what it takes? Or, has she bitten onto more than she can swallow? Only one way to— “Dammit, Pinkie!” Dash shouted. She watched the pink mare leap out of the tree and run away. She turned to Big Mac and apologized. “Sorry, she’s got this thing about narrating my life or something. Anyway, yes, I’m here to kick your flank!” Big Mac chuckled, and ran a hoof along his balls. He then ran a hoof along his Ponymon balls. “Eeyup, I thought you’d never ask. And when I win, and make you my Ponymon, I’m gonna retire from the competition and spend the rest of it tapping that fine ass of yours.” Dash blushed, crossing her hind legs as she bit her lip. If he wants to fight dirty, we’ll fight dirty. . . he won’t be expecting Futaloo, or the Spa Twins! “And if I win, you’ve got to uh. . . give me Vinyl,” Dash stated. I could really use a unicorn. “Deal. We’ll go best of three, no substitutions. May the best stallion win.” “Hah! As if.” Dash spit on the ground and adjusted her red baseball cap to point backwards, like a certified Bad Ass Mare Mother-Fucker (or BAMMF). The two ponies stepped up to the painted rectangle in the dirt field. A camera slowly swiveled around, panning through a view of the stadium. Ponies were suddenly there, filling the conveniently placed bleachers with little or no measures taken for their safety should a stray lightning bolt head their way. Dash got out her Ponymon gear to get info on the battlefield. Dirt Arena - A Dirt Arena Length: Fifty feet Width: Fifty feet. A dirt arena. Earth Ponymon are stronger here. Did you really need your Ponymon gear to tell you this? “You can do it, Dashie!” Pinkie yelled from the crowd. She had a giant “Dash #1” foam finger on her hoof. “Alright, Futaloo, time for your big debut,” Dash said to the Ponymon ball. Big Mac stepped up to the line, throwing out his Ponymon ball. Seconds later, Apple Pie appeared. Dash took this opportunity to scan her as well. Apple Pie - The All-American Ponymon WT: 75lbs HT: 34in Type:Earth/Mud Pony When leveled up during incest, Apple Bloom evolves to Apple Pie. While the first evolution maintains the same size, the vaginal wetness is doubled and vaginal capacity is tripled. Her loose, moist folds are known to secrete four gallons of natural lubricant daily. If spotted, please report the Apple Family to Foal Protective Services. “Alright, Futaloo, looks like we have our work cut out for us. Plus, you’re totally gonna get to bang your best friend!” Dash tossed the Ponymon ball out into the arena. Futaloo popped out, and looked back at Dash. “Oh come on! You want me to bang her?” “Apple Pie! Pie! Pie!” She jumped around, giggling, and making a slapping sound with her slippery loose labia. “Yeah, Squirt! You can do it!” Dash cheered. “But the Ponydex said incest! Eww!” Big Mac looked around nervously as Futaloo shouted that out loud enough for everyone to hear it. “I uh. . . Apple Pie, Motorboat!” “Pie!” She sprinted forward towards Futaloo, who was still distracted and arguing with Dash. By the time Futaloo turned around, it was too late. Apple Pie leapt at Futaloo, landing square on her face. She began to wiggle her tits back and forth in Futaloo’s face. Futaloo was powerless to resist the motorboating, as Apple Pie’s teats were at least a BB cup. Her erection began to form as her cock slipped out of its sheath. “Crap!” Dash shouted. “Futaloo, use swipe!” Futaloo promptly slammed her leg into the side of Apple’s head, knocking her into the dirt. “Now, use Cutie Mark Crusader Gynecologists!” Futaloo leapt onto Apple Pie, thrusting her legs inside the gaping pussy. She leaned forward to look inside. “Wow.” As she shouted, the word echoed down Apple Pie’s stretched canal, until finally bouncing back out several seconds later. “Big Mac really did a number on you.” “Apple Pie, use unbirthing!” Big Mac yelled. She slapped Futaloo’s ass, causing her to gasp, and Apple Pie shoved her face-first inside her pussy. Futaloo screamed as the muscular walls clamped down around her shoulders. A loud wet slurping sound was all she could hear as she slid in up to her wings. Dash looked down to her Ponymon gear as if it would hold the answers. She didn’t even want to know what kind of freaky sexual fetish was involved in training a filly to unbirth ponies, but knew that Futaloo would lose if she didn’t act fast. She scrolled down the move list for Futaloo, even checking the Technical Machines and Hidden Machines she had. Unfortunately, it’d only been like two days and her choices were pretty limited. Most of the moves had less than thirty-five power. “Uh, oh! Buzz your wings!” Futaloo began buzzing like a hummingbird, sending vibrations through Apple Pie. “Faster, Futaloo!” It was getting hard for the hermaphroditic filly to breath inside the Apple family’s largest cooch. Futaloo buzzed her wings faster, feeling Apple clench down her muscles around herself. Thankfully, Futaloo was much bigger than her dick, and thus was able to fit inside the gaping pussy. The vibrations ran through Apple Pie’s clitoris, electrifying her spine. With her pussy on autopilot, Apple Pie was helpless. “Apple, use evasion! Double team! Sand attack!” Big Mac shouted. She kicked her legs around in ecstasy, unable to obey her owners commands. Futaloo was running out of air, and her buzzing started to slow. With one last burst of energy, she buzzed her wings. Apple Pie climaxed hard. Futaloo felt something hit her in the face as she was shot out of Apple Pie’s pussy. She landed some twenty feet away, covered in Apple Pie’s marecum. In the middle of the arena, her opponent was sleeping soundly from the thorough fucking she had just received. “Apple Pie, return!” Big Mac held his Ponymon ball up, causing a red laser to shoot out of it and hit his sister-turned-Ponymon in the face. “Money shot!” Pinkie shouted from the crowd. Futaloo stood up, dripping wet head to hoof in marecum. “Gross!” She licked her lips, tasting the apples. “No wait, it tastes like apple pie!” “Gross,” Dash muttered, shaking her head. “Vinyl, I choose you!” Big Mac shouted, striking a pose in case a camera was pointed at him at that very moment. Seconds later, a glossy-white Vinyl appeared in the arena. Her skin looked almost porcelain, her body and abilities heightened when she became a Ponymon. “Uh, Dash?!” Futaloo shouted out. “A little help here?” Vinyl Scratch - DJ Pus3 WT: ?? HT: 48in Type: Unicorn / Wubs The last researcher to attempt to catalog her weight received multiple hairline fractures to his ribs from “wubs”. Since then, researchers have been advised to bring ear-plugs and exercise caution when the DJ is around her equipment. Theorized to have found the “G-Note”, which can make any pony who hears it orgasm. If such an ability exists, it likely is a very rare, overpowered TM, with a 35% accuracy, and a power of over 9,000. “Futaloo, got any earplugs?” Dash shouted. “What?! No, why would I have those?” Futaloo asked. She turned to face Vinyl, not wanting her opponent to get the drop on her. “Vinyl, use the bass cannon!” Big Mac commanded. “Pus-Three!” Vinyl shouted, pulling out a fully function bass-cannon. “Wow, that things big as a house,” Futaloo observed. “That’s no house, it’s a bass cannon!” Dash shouted. “Quick Attack, before it charges!” Vinyl’s magic was quickly plugging the four 110-volt power plugs into the nearest surge protector, connecting the subwoofers to a non-copyright protected bass song, and cranking the dial up to 47. . . out of 10. Futaloo was already on her Scooter, racing towards Vinyl like a filly out of Pedo Bear’s candy store. She flew up into the air, flinging her scooter straight at Vinyl. Vinyl’s eyes went wide as the scooter flew towards her face. She managed to hit the button on the bass cannon, just as it hit and cracked her sunglasses in half. She flew backwards, falling to the ground, as the loudest fucking bass-drop known to pony blasted out of the bass cannon. Futaloo felt it before she heard it, pushing against her internal organs like some sort of fifty-ton wrecking ball. She couldn’t breathe, as she was flung backwards by the low pressure wave. The bass note was so loud and deep that it created a partial vacuum, which collapsed milliseconds later. The secondary explosion kicked up dirt, obscuring Futaloo and Vinyl from view. As the dust settled, the entire orchard continued to rumble. The crowd was going wild, their screaming and cheering nearly drowning out the rogue bass cannon. Seconds later, it fired off towards the crowd. . . ******************************************** The Great and Powerful Trixie was sneaking up towards the stage to watch Futaloo fight. As the only known Futa-pony, and one that could talk no less, she really wanted to steal it. Just as she rounded the corner of the bleachers, a massive sound wave hit her, launching her straight up into the air. “The Great and Powerful Trixie’s blasting off again!” Pinkie gasped in surprise. “Wow, that’s random, and when I’m saying it, you know it’s true!” ******************************************** Futaloo got to her hooves, shakily, and looked over at the bass cannon. Vinyl was limping towards it. “Quick, Futaloo, use double-penetration!” Dash shouted. Her Ponymon slowly limped forward. “Vinyl, use the G-Note!” Big Mac ordered. Dash’s eyes went wide as Big Mac grinned, and slipped ear plugs into his ears. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dash looked around for something to plug her ears with. Vinyl jammed her hoof onto a large red button, conveniently labeled “DO NOT PUSH”. Futaloo cocked her head to the side in confusion as the bass cannon roared to life. A low resonant tone filled the air. Unlike the previous attack, this one could not be heard, it could only be felt. Every inch of Futaloo’s body was vibrating, as the G-Note was actually the resonant frequency of a pony. Instead of making Futaloo explode like those singers that explode wine glasses with their voice, this one made her orgasm. Futaloo, Dash, and a crowd full of a hundred ponies screamed in ecstasy as they shot their semen and marecum all over the dirt. Everypony assembled writhed in ecstasy under the firepower of the G-note. A couple minutes later, Dash had recovered, but Futaloo had not. “G-good work. . . Futaloo.” Dash recalled her to the Ponymon ball. “Looks like it’s up to you, Spa Twins. I believe in you!” Dash tossed out the Ponymon ball, and seconds later two ponies popped out. Big Mac shot them a confused look. “Twins?! That’s got to be against the rules.” He looked down at his Ponydex, and moments later shrugged. “Huh, weird, looks like the rules were updated.” Dash stuck her tongue out at him, then turned to the twins. “Seaweed wrap!” “Drop the bass!” Big Mac yelled. “Puss-three!” “Lotus!” Vinyl used her magic to lift up the bass cannon, and slam it down on Lotus. “Protect!” Dash shouted. Lotus and Aloe swirled seaweed in the air as the bass cannon descended on them, creating an impenetrable barrier that can block one attack before breaking. It protected them from damage, and they charged forward at Vinyl. “Vinyl, use ecstasy!” Mac ordered. She started throwing blue pills towards Lotus and Aloe, but it was not very effective. Lotus accidently swallowed one, but Aloe landed on Vinyl seconds later, wrapping her in the seaweed. Dash cheered and gave the air a brohoof. “Tighter! Then give her a dual horn job / fellatio!” “Lotus! Aloe!” the two Ponymon said. Vinyl squirmed as they tightened the seaweed wrap until she could barely breathe. It was like a corset, only wetter, and sexier. “Vinyl, use mirror shield!” Mac yelled. Vinyl’s horn lit up as Aloe put her lips around it and began swirling her tongue against it. Her mind instantly went blank as pure bliss flooded Vinyl’s mind. Seconds later, she felt a broad flat tongue against her marehood, lapping up every trace of moisture from her pussy. “Good work, keep it up!” Dash shouted. Aloe took Vinyl’s entire horn into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it with her wet lips. Meanwhile, Lotus sought out her clit with her tongue. “Evasion! Come on, Vinyl!” Big Mac commanded. It was too late. Vinyl exploded in orgasm, literally. Her horn shot out a torrent of magic, blasting Aloe backwards. Lotus was luckier, getting only a small squirt of marecum in her face. Big Mac scowled, before returning Vinyl to her Ponymon ball. He then sighed, and tossed it over to Dash. “You win, and since it’s dangerous to go alone, take this.” He walked over and handed her a golden and red apple badge, signifying she had beaten her first gym leader. “Aww yeah!” Dash shouted, doing a backflip. “So what now?” Mac asked. “Oh, I’ve got to head to Dodge Junction and get the gym badge there!” “The buffalo badge? Heh, good luck,” Mac said. “Want me to come with yo—” Dash had already run off towards Dodge Junction, overly excited and wanting to waste no time. Mac shook his head. “Mares, can’t live with them, can’t sexually dominate them year-round.” ******************************************** And now a word from our sponsors: Who is that Ponymon? Canterlot Navy wants YOU! Enlist today at over 4,000 recruiter stations nationwide and get your life on the fast-track to success. 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Do not use near open flames. Contains trace amounts of depleted uranium. Do not use during flight: may interfere with the raising and lowering of the sun. And now back to the show. It’s Colgate! ******************************************** Dash was running down the road heading out of Ponyville when she got to the tall grass. She slowed down, and looked for a way around it. unfortunately, there was a cliff three feet high in front of her: an insurmountable obstacle. She paced back and forth for a few minutes, knowing that the second she stepped in the tall grass, a battle with a worthless wild Ponymon would begin. Sure, it was a random thing, but somehow Dash knew it would happen over and over. Sighing, and with no way over the aforementioned three foot high cliff which definitely could not be stepped, jumped, skipped, flown, or pole vaulted over, Dash stepped into the tall grass. A wild Colgate appears! Go, Futaloo! Dash sighed inwardly. She already had a unicorn, but she decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a spare. She could always trade it to a total stranger as if she were a used toy for a shinier toy. “Futaloo, use bedroom eyes!” Futaloo laid down and batted her eyelashes, widening her eyes seductively. Colgate looked at her, blinking in confusion. The wild Colgate can no longer escape! Colgate used Retreat. It failed! Dash looked down at her Ponydex, realizing she had left it turned on. She disabled it, thus silencing the annoying notifications that kept telling instead of showing. “Futaloo, fuck her brains out!” She leapt forward onto Colgate, trying to thrust her dick into her pussy. Unfortunately, she was frothy and slippery. Colgate continued to secrete used-toothpaste from her pores, making it hard for Futaloo to keep her grip. Dash watched as she pulled out some sort of dental tool and shoved it into Futaloo’s pussy. It vanished inside, and began vibrating wildly. She quickly went erect from the arousing vibrations. Futaloo finally hit her mark and thrust into Colgate, the slippery toothpaste making it much easier. She started to fuck her, when Colgate whipped out the dental floss. Dash shook her head. “Futaloo, retreat!” It was too late. Colgate had already slapped dozens of strands of dental floss around her wings and legs, binding them all to her torso. Colgate then flipped her over and used Futaloo like some sort of living-dildo sex toy. As she bounced up and down on Futaloo, Dash ran over to intervene. She slipped in the toothpaste and fell to the floor. Dash struggled back to her hooves and watched Futaloo losing the battle to orgasm. Colgate, being a wild Ponymon, lacked self-control and orgasmed at the same time as Futaloo. Had these both been wild Ponymon, Colgate would have woken up and left, however there was a Ponymon trainer just feet away. Dash reached blindly into her bag of empty Ponymon balls and pulled one out, throwing it at Colgate. There was a bright red flash and Colgate was sucked inside the Ponymon ball. ******************************************** As Colgate was sucked into the Ponymon ball, her state was changed from wild to capture mode. Her intellect was restored to give her a fighting chance to resist, and choose between life as a wild Ponymon, or life as a trainer’s pet Ponymon. Colgate blinked a few times, realizing she’d been captured. She struggled, kicking against the padded walls around her. Tonight was the big wild Ponymon orgy down at the lake, and all the wild Ponymon were going to have tons of sex. There was no way Colgate would let somepony capture her, and ruin six months of Pony-style unprotected sex in the tall grass! “Let me out, fucker!” she screamed. Bad baby. You do not swear. You do not think. You obey. “I’m not a baby, I’m a wild Ponymon!” She bucked the wall again, her hooves making a dull thud in the padding. No. You are my precious baby. You will spend your months inside of this Ponymon ball, suckling a pacifier, and only leave to service your Mistress, Dash. Colgate shrugged her shoulders. At least she’d been captured by Rainbow Dash. “I. . . well I still don’t want to!” From the void several mechanical arms appeared, puffing baby powder all over her flanks and sliding a cloth padded diaper over her backside. It fit perfectly, more perfectly than any real diaper had a right too, and Colgate moaned from the soft velvety feel against her labia as it was velcroed in place. You’re Dashie’s little baby. You do not think. You obey. “N-no. . .” Another arm flew forward, knocking her to the side. She found herself laying on her back against the padded wall as a pacifier was lowered. A clear fluid was sprayed on the pacifier, and it was then jammed in her mouth. “MmmpH!” You do not think. You only obey. Who is a good baby? Colgate thrashed around as a large swaddling blanket was lowered, and started to wrap her up. She got one final kick against the Ponymon ball, causing it to vibrate. The pacifier in her mouth had been super-glued in place, and she could not spit it out. Worse yet, it seemed the glue was also a powerful aphrodisiac. Already she needed her diaper changed, as she had filled it with minty mare cum. The blanket had completely wrapped her up below the neck, and she felt so warm and sleepy. Who is a good baby? Colgate cooed, and wiggled inside the blanket, quickly losing the will to fight. You only obey. I. . . don’t. . . want. . . The Ponymon ball lowered a rattle, shaking it tauntingly, before pushing it against her marehood. Even through the blanket and moist diaper, Colgate could feel the powerful vibrations. It continued the assault until she orgasmed and her mind blanked. I obey. Good baby. ******************************************** Dash watched the ball as the light flickered on, signaling a catch. “Aww yeah!” She then turned to look at Futaloo, who still had a dental implement stuck inside of her, vibrating madly. Dash tried to pull it out, but couldn’t reach it. She also saw the dental floss was too tight, starting to dig into Futaloo’s skin. “Squirt! Don’t worry, I’ll get you to a Ponymon center!” Dash looked around, spotting Rarity on a bicycle. She leapt out of the bushes, knocking her off the bike and grabbing it. “Sorry, I need this!” “What?! Rainbow Dash! You get back here this instant!” Rarity screamed. Dash tossed Futaloo into the bike’s basket as it began to pour rain. She was already well outside of Ponyville and began racing back. She shouted out to Rarity before she left, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new one!” She raced down the road, hitting several rocks and three-foot tall cliffs. The bike took a beating, but not nearly as bad as Dash. She hadn’t adjusted the seat, so it kept jamming the padded contoured seat right into her marehood. If Futaloo wasn’t in so much pain, Dash might have pulled over and humped the bicycle seat right then and there. Finally the hospital came into view. Dash grabbed Futaloo, suddenly remembering she could fly, and leapt off the bike. It tumbled forward and fell into ghastly gorge, getting damaged beyond repair. Dash burst inside the hospital, rushing over to Nurse Redheart. “Help! Futaloo was hurt by a wild ponymon!” “Oh dear!” Redheart exclaimed. She grabbed Futaloo and signaled to her assistant. “Delancie, we need help!” A furry pink humanoid Ponymon waddled over. “Q Q! Q Q!” The two raced into the back of the hospital to cure Futaloo. Meanwhile, Dash stumbled over to the chair in the waiting room and fell asleep, exhausted from the bike ride. Author's Note Hail to the king, baby.
1. Ponymon, I Choose You!Tank bit down sharply on Dash’s muzzle. “Gah!” Dash shouted, flailing as she was rudely awoken. “Tank, what the hay?” He nodded at the alarm clock. “Shit! I’m gonna be late to get a Ponymon!” Dash jumped out of bed and ran to the closet, throwing clothes around wildly. She fastened her saddlebags, grabbed her Ponymon balls, and donned a red hat. Jumping out the window without a second thought, she flew down towards the library. Today was the first day of the annual Ponymon contest. Each year, ponies would dominate each other using ponyballs, and then force their enslaved ponies to fight to the climax. Anypony could be trapped in a ponyball, as long as they had recently had an orgasm. Some trainers even captured their opponents if they lost a battle. Dash skid to a halt in front of a crowd at the library. “Well, if it isn’t Rainbow Backstabbing Crash,” a pegasus exclaimed. “Lightning Dust!” Dash spat on the ground. “What are you doing here?” “Me? Oh, I was just getting this.” She held up a ponyball that had a small glowing red light on it, signalling it had a pony trapped inside. “It’s the most powerful pony Twilight had, and it’s all mine.” “Hah!” Dash retorted. “I already figured out which of the three volunteers I’m going to pick!” “Whatever, you’re lucky I hate you or I’d make you my bitch right here in front of everypony and trap you in a ponyball. I’ll be off facing the Apple Farm gym leader, if you and the other losers want to see how a real Ponymon trainer fights.” Lightning Dust took off and flew towards the farm. A crowd of school fillies ran off after her, cheering. That left Dash alone at the library. She walked inside and saw Twilight cleaning up after the celebration. “Hey, Twilight, I’m here for my Ponymon,” Dash said. “That’s great but—” “And I already know, I’m choosing Lyra!” “—the ponies have already been chosen,” Twilight said. Dash opened up the ponyball on the table, finding it empty. “What? Then, I’ll choose Cloud Kicker!” She picked up the ponyball and it fell open, empty. “Uh,” Dash looked at the last one. “Octavia?’ Twilight frowned. “Sorry, Dash, Vinyl chose her. Better luck next year.” “No!” Dash threw herself at Twilight’s hooves. “Please, Twilight, I need this! Last year Pinkie Pie captured me because I didn’t have a Ponymon to defend myself with! She made me. . . do things, Twilight. . . horrible things. . .” “I’m sorry, I really am. Those are the rules, Dash. Only so many ponies are selected to be trainers, and the rest of us are the Ponymon. Maybe you can put up a good fight and get captured by a better trainer this year.” “What about Spike? Yeah! Give me Spike!” “Dash!” Twilight chided. “Spike is my Ponymon. Though, I suppose if we could find you a replacement volunteer. . .” The duo heard a crashing noise as something fell out from the bookshelf. “Scootaloo?” Dash and Twilight said in unison. “Oh, hi!” she chirped. “I uh, wasn’t spying or anything.” “That’s it! I’ll take Scootaloo.” Dash said. “Is she even old enough to enter?” Twilight asked. “Of course I am, I reached the age of consent this year,” Scootaloo answered. Pinkie Pie popped out of a potted plant. “It’s true!” She vanished back into the soil. Dash shook her head, then looked over at Scootaloo. The filly stood up proud, flaring her tiny wings. “So.” Dash stood on all four hooves and smiled. “You still want to be taken under my wing, right? You’d do anything for your pal Dash?” “Would I ever!” Scootaloo cheered. “Well then, I’d like to enter you as my first Ponymon this year. Together we’ll be the very best!” Dash said. Twilight levitated the rulebook over. “Well, it wouldn’t be breaking any rules. You just have to capture Scootaloo, per the rules.” Scootaloo tilted her head. “Uh, I’m not familiar with the rules, what are they?” “It’s simple, really. The Ponymon ball will transform you once you have an orgasm,” Twilight explained. Scootaloo sat down and put a hoof on her chin in thought. “Hmm, what’s that?” “You see, Scootaloo,” Twilight said. “When a filly and a colt love each other very muc—” “Lay down and close your eyes,” Dash interrupted. “I’ll take it from here.” Scootaloo rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes. She relaxed her legs and her wings twitched expectantly. Dash pulled something out of her saddlebag and Scootaloo heard a buzzing noise. She was about to open her eyes and look when Dash pinned her to the floor with her foreleg. Just as Scootaloo was about to ask what was going on, she felt it enter her. The vibrator slid into her pussy, pushing against the walls in a way Scootaloo had never known. She squirmed and gasped for for breath. “Da—Dash what i—is . . .” “Hold still, Squirt, you’re gonna enjoy this,” Dash said. Scootaloo opened her eyes and continued wiggling, feeling a fire burning up in her stomach. “B-but I—what is. . . stop!” “Shhh, it’s okay, Scootaloo,” Dash cooed. Her breathing was frantic as she felt muscles in her pussy clenching around the vibrator. Her entire stomach was tensing up, and her wings had gone rigid. Her legs were twitching and curling up against her. “O-oh Celestia!” Scootaloo screamed as the orgasm hit her. She fell limp against the floor and her tongue flopped out. “Great work, Squirt.” “Fascinating,” Twilight observed. “She may be inexperienced and lack stamina, but her size and speed will make her an interesting competitor.” There was a clicking sound, and Scootaloo felt a small round object hit her stomach. She opened her eyes and saw the air filled with a glowing red light. “I appreciate this,” Dash consoled. “Now that the contest has started, it’s really hard to capture your first Ponymon. Every pony in town is on high alert.” “I d-don’t know what t-to do,” Scootaloo said. Twilight walked stood over her and smiled. “Just relax, and listen to what the Ponymon ball tells you. You’ll be reprogrammed into a Ponymon until the competition is over.” “Wait, reprogram—” She gasped as the Ponymon ball knocked the wind out of her. The tendrils of red light grabbed Scootaloo and she felt a portal of energy sucking her into the ball. Her legs and wings were pinned to her side, and she felt like a crumbled piece of paper. The ball closed around her, and she squirmed around against the cold metal interior of the ball. She continued to shrink, feeling chains and shackles pin her inside the Ponymon ball spread eagle. Vibrations began to pass through her pussy again and she moaned. You are a Ponymon now. You will serve your master Dash. “Yes! I want to help Dash,” Scootaloo replied. You will live to make her happy. She continued to wiggle as the Ponymon ball teased her to the edge of orgasm. You will fight for Dash. “Sure, I’ll fight for Dash.” You live only to serve Dash. You will screw everypony until she wins the tournament. “Wait, what? But I—” You are a Ponymon now. You do not think. Scootaloo felt her mind go blank and began searching for the words to describe what was happening. She couldn’t form more than a word at a time, and the vibrations in her pussy distracted her from even that. You are a Ponymon. “I am a Ponymon,” Scootaloo echoed. You live only to serve Dash. “I live to—I want—I will serve Dash.” You do not think. You only want Dash to be happy. “I won’t think. Make Dash happy.” Obey. Do not think. “Scoot. Sco-scootaloo! aloo!” Dash watched as the Ponymon ball stopped vibrating. The button turned red, signalling a successful capture. She smiled and sat down against the wall, letting out a sigh of relief. “Whew, the hardest part is over. Now I just need to find another pony or two to capture to round out my team.” She looked down at the Ponymon ball, and picked it up in her hoof. She attached it to her magnetic saddlebag belt. Dash reached for the vibrator to put it away, and had another idea. “Hmm, Scootaloo already went and got it lubed up for me. I suppose I have some time to spare.” Twilight watched silently, forgotten by Dash, as she took the Ponymon ball back off the belt and hit the button. A red beam shot out, materializing Scootaloo. “Scoot-scootaloo?” she asked. “Squirt, use penetrate on this vibrator!” Dash ordered. “Aloo-Scoot!” She grabbed the vibrator and turned it on, then stuck it in her mouth. She pounced on Dash and thrust it into her pussy. The lubed up plastic dildo slid right in, quickly bottoming out as Scootaloo’s muzzle hit her snatch. Dash leaned back and relaxed as her first Ponymon got to work giving her a well earned happy ending. Meanwhile, Twilight shook her head in disapproval and went back to studying the rulebook. After Dash’s little nap, she walked out in front of the library and saw Twilight training Spike. She was creating small illusions for him to fight. “Hey, Twi, nice Ponymon. I didn’t know those things worked on dragons,” Dash said. “Oh, want to fight my Spike?” Twilight asked. “I’m curious to see what Scootaloo can do.” “Spi-spike!” “Sure,” Dash said. She pulled out her Ponymon ball. “But you’re gonna lose!” “Ha!” Twilight scoffed. “There’s no way a level five Scootaloo can beat Spike!” “Wanna bet Spike on it? Or maybe I’ll capture you when I win!” Twilight shook her head. “Don’t push your luck. You want to practice or not?” “Ugh, fine, practice match.” Dash landed and threw the Ponymon ball on the ground. Scootaloo and her scooter materialized on the battlefield. “Sc-scootaloo?” Dash adjusted her red cap, putting it on backwards. “It’s time to teach Twilight and Spike a lesson, Scootaloo. Use quick attack!” Scootaloo jumped onto her scooter and began to zoom around the lawn in front of the library. “Spike, use flamethrower!” He shot out emerald flames at Scootaloo, but was not quick enough to hit her. Scootaloo swung around and tackled Spike. “Good work, now use blow job!” Scootaloo looked down at Spike in confusion. He was covered in scales and his dick was nowhere in sight. “Scoot-scootaloo?” “Spike, sand attack!” He grabbed two handfuls of dirt and threw them in her eyes. Scootaloo fell to the ground and flailed around. “Now, use penetrate!” Spike jumped on top of her and his dick began to grow out of its sheath. It was dripping pre-cum and posed to easily enter Scootaloo. “You can do it, Squirt! Double-team!” Scootaloo began thrashing and buzzing her wings, trying to gain momentum. Spike slammed his cock into her dripping pussy before she could escape and began thrusting. “Great work, Spike! Now, keep thrusting until she cums!” “Hang in there, Scootaloo! Use head butt, and try to tighten up your muscles!” “Sp-spike!” He thrust in faster and faster. Scootaloo bashed Spike in the nose with her forehead. It dazed him for a second, and she began to milk his tiny dragon cock with her tight pussy muscles. “Use enlarge!” Twilight ordered. Spike’s cock nearly tripled in size, filling up Scootaloo and pinning her in place. She squealed as he began to thrust again, pushing her near the edge. “Hang in there, Scootaloo! You can do it!” Dash cheered. “Sco—Sco—SCOOOOOtaloo!” The filly’s wings shot out stiff as a plank of wood, and began buzzing wildly. “That’s it! Double team, evade his dick!” She was vibrating furiously, creating a blurred image of herself. Spike could barely tell where he was supposed to stick his dick anymore, and then Twilight realized what was happening. “She’s vibrating, Spike! Pull out! Harden!” “Sp-Spike?” The dragon felt his ass clench and his cock twitch. The rigid dick twitched, and spewed its load into Scootaloo. As he went limp and retracted, she kicked him off and jumped to her hooves. “Scootaloo!” Dash ran over and hugged the filly. “Yeah! You did it, Scootaloo!” Twilight sighed and shook her head. A red beam shot out of her Ponymon ball, and sucked Spike inside of it. “Good try, Spike. Maybe Ms. Cake will sell us some rare candies.” Dash flew over and landed right in front of Twilight. “Ha! I told you I’d beat you!” Twilight’s horn began to glow. “If you want a real fight, how about you and I battle and the loser becomes a Ponymon?” “Whoa, take it easy. Remember what I said? I’m trying not to become a Ponymon sex slave this year.” Dash asked. “Then you’d better stop writing checks with your muzzle your flank can’t cash.” Twilight powered down her horn. “Scootaloo there has potential. Don’t do anything reckless to get caught, or you’ll both end up as somepony else’s Ponymon.” Dash looked back and saw Scootaloo grooming herself. Her marshmallow body had been enhanced and made more durable by the Ponymon ball. As she licked her own snatch clean, Dash tried to keep her wings from stiffening up. She looked back at Twilight. “Yeah, thanks for the advice. Me and Scootaloo have a gym leader to beat! Um. . . where’s the nearest gym?” Twilight facehoofed. “Sweet Apple Acres, gym leader Big Mac.” “Right and I need gym badges before I can fight the Elite Whores in Canterlot?” Dash asked. “Yes.” “This is going to be so awesome!” Dash ran back and threw Scootaloo onto her back. “Come on, Squirt, let’s go capture us a Ponymon for you to play with! Who was that little colt you had the crush on?” “Sco—aloo?” “Oh, right. Hey, Twilight, how come they can only say their name?” Dash asked. Twilight chuckled. “Silly Dash, we all know Ponymon can’t speak our language.” “But she was speaking it an hour ago, and she can still say her name. It’s not like she forgot how.” “Dash,” Twilight scolded. “It just is, don’t ask stupid questions! Ponymon are only allowed to say their name, otherwise they wouldn’t be so cute! And the number one rule about disguising slavery, rape, and foalcon is to make cute!” Dash smiled knowingly. “Oh, now I get it.” “Good, because I need to get to Canterlot. I’ve been selected as one of the Elite Whores this year,” she explained. Dash jumped up and down, feeling Scootaloo bounce on her back. “Awesome! I just beat an Elite Whore!” “Well don’t celebrate too quickly, by the time you reach me in Canterlot I’ll have a full team of six Ponymon.” Twilight winked seductively. “Which you and Scootaloo can still be on. . .” “Hah! Fat chance. We’re gonna win the championship this year!” “Scoot-Scootaloo!” “Well then, my final piece of advice.” Twilight walked up to Dash and whispered into her ear. “Make sure you masterbate your Scootaloo two to three times a day. A horny Ponymon is a weak Ponymon, remember that.” And now a word from our sponsors: Your ad here! 555-5555 Are you still searching for Dash’s one true pairing? Look no further, for five easy payments of only $19.99 we will send you the excel spread sheet proving it’s Lyra! So, order your Musical Rainbow themed Vibrator today! And now back to the show. It’s Scootaloo! “And so our brave young Ponymon trainer and her first Ponymon walked off into the sunset. What new challenges would await? Would Dash succeed in her quest to make everypony cum? Will Scoo—” “Pinkie Pie? What are you doing?” Thunderlane asked. Pinkie turned around slowly, letting her hair fall flat as a sadistic smile crossed her face. “Rainbow, go away, come again another day. Thunderlane is here to play. Rain, rain, go away” Pinkie chanted. “Uh, Pinkie.” Thunderlane began to back up. “A runner? Oh I love a challenge. Lyra, I choose you!” Pinkie threw her Ponymon ball out. A red beam arced to the ground, and out came Lyra. She took one look at Thunderlane and growled. “Now, Pinkie, don’t be rash! I don’t want to fight you or be a Ponymon slave this year. Last year, Cloud Kicker caught me and I still haven’t heard the end of it!” Thunderlane flared his wings and prepared to take off. “Lyra, use wrap!” “Ly-lyra! Ra!” She sprinted forward, her horn glowing. Thunderlane felt his wings get pinned to his side, preventing him from running off. “You asked for it,” Thunderlane shouted. From between his legs his cock fell down and began to harden. “After I finish with Lyra, I’m capturing you Pinkie Pie!” “Lyra, use hidden power!” The minty pony began to glow, and was quickly adorned in a latex corset and socks. Her sexy hocks and flanks only made Thunderlane harder. He chuckled, until a latex net materialized and was launched at him. He narrowly dodged the latex weapon. “Hey! What kind of hidden power is that?” Thunderlane shouted. “Haven’t you read the fourth edition rules?” Pinkie laughed and began to recite them. “A Ponymon’s fetishes can now be used as special or hidden moves. Lyra, tackle!” Thunderlane jumped into the air, flexing his wings. He managed to break Lyra’s grasp, landing on her back as she tried to tackle him. He took two giant hooffulls of hair and pinned her to the ground. “Hah, Lyra, you’ll have to be faster than that!” “Lyra! Ly-Lyra!” “Oh drats,” Pinkie said. “Hmm... do a barrel roll!” Lyra obediently rolled over, trying to dislodge the stallion that was mounting her. Instead, she only presented her plot to his throbbing penis. With a loud gasp, Lyra was penetrated by Thunderlane. He began to thrust in and out of her moist pussy with his well-endowed cock. “Hang in there, Lyra, use mirror coat!” Thunderlane tightened his grip, thrusting in hard to keep Lyra off her balance. He bit the inside of his lip, knowing his only hope was to outlast the mare. If he failed now, he’d be captured and forced to fight in sexy, sexy battles. This year, Thunderlane just wanted to be left alone for a change. Beneath him, the latex accoutrements became shiny as a mirror, and slippery as an oiled pig. “What on Equestria?” he asked. “It’s mirror coat,” Pinkie explained. “It makes her latex battle armor super shiny, and reflects any cum-shot based attacks. It also makes her very slippery. Now, Lyra, spin attack and deep throat!” Lyra clenched down on his dick as he was on the upstroke. She pulled forward, and Thunderlane lost his grip. With a wet plop, his dick fell out and hit the ground. Lyra rolled over, kicking him in the nuts. Thunderlane fell to his knees, and Lyra quickly tackled him, knocking him to the ground. She climbed over him and licked her lips, quickly sucking his cock into her mouth and down her throat. “Gah! This can’t be happening!” Thunderlane shouted. “Help!” “Haha! Pinkie is going to win! Yay me!” She bounced around and got her party cannon out. “This calls for a celebration!” Thunderlane was struggling to get free. His wings had gone erect, and could no longer be used to fly. Lyra’s expert tongue and well-timed suckling were bringing him quickly to orgasm. He felt her juices hit his nose, and realized her snatch was just inches from his face. He tilted his head up, thrusting his tongue into Lyra’s pussy. She stopped working his shaft as an electric sensation reached her brain. “Mmllyrammm,” Lyra mumbled with his cock in her mouth. Pinkie looked back and saw Thunderlane shoving his muzzle and tongue into Lyra’s pussy. He nipped at her clitoris and Lyra stopped the blow job completely. “Focus, Lyra! Use constrict on his balls!” Pinkie shouted. Lyra looked down his shaft at the two wrinkly, saggy balls. Her horn glowed, and a small green ring formed around them. Thunderlane felt something pull his balls tight, tugging them down away from his shaft. The skin along his entire dick went taut from the tugging. His now smooth, taut dick slid even more easily in and out of Lyra’s greedy embrace. Her tongue lapped at the head of his dick, then she thrust it back down her moist, wet throat. He couldn’t resist any longer. With each tug on his balls and thrust down her throat, he felt himself pass further past the point of no return. “Aaaaahhhhh!” Thunderlane yelled. He exploded inside Lyra’s throat, filling her up with his sperm. Load after load shot into her mouth and Lyra greedily consumed it all. There was simply too much for her to take in so quickly, and it began dribbling out of her nose and mouth. She continued milking him, sucking every drop of sperm possible out. After a few minutes, Thunderlane had gone limp—figuratively and literally. Lyra pulled herself off and began licking her muzzle clean. “Excellent work!” Pinkie cheered. A red beam shot out, re-capturing Lyra into her Ponymon ball. Inside the ball, Lyra squealed in glee. When not in battle, she was vacuum sealed in a latex prison within the Ponymon ball. Small vibrating orbs in her pussy and ass teased and pleasured her until she was called on again by her master. Pinkie threw a Ponymon ball at Thunderlane, hitting him in the head with it. The ball popped open, and began to pull him inside. He was so groggy he barely felt it happening. Sliding across the ground, his head entered the Ponymon ball. Thunderlane’s wildest fetishes began to fill his mind as the Ponymon ball broke him to its will. Within seconds, his mind was filled with images of a large snake swallowing him whole. He could feel its long moist throat pulling him in, closing around him, and sealing his fate. As the Ponymon ball clicked closed, Thunderlane was imagining himself in the stomach of a giant predator. You are Pinkie Pie’s Ponymon. “Yes, I want to be her Ponymon!” You live to serve Pinkie Pie. “I live to serve Pinkie!” You will only cum at her command. “I will cum at her command!” No longer will you touch yourself in bed at night. “Wait, but I like—” No longer! Thunderlane felt the imaginary predator’s stomach contract, causing him to have a small orgasm. The last of his mental fortitude failed. You will no longer choke the little pony. “I will no longer choke My Little Pony.” You do not think, you do not speak. You are a Ponymon. You obey. “Thunder-thunder Lane!” Outside, the Ponymon ball froze, and a red light clicked on. It had successfully captured Thunderlane. “Yes!” Pinkie cheered. She fired her party cannon into the air. “I got my second Ponymon! Now Lyra, Thunderlane, and I am going to find Dash and capture her too! She gives really good hoof jobs!” “And so Pinkie trotted into the sunset after Dash, narrating her own departure, like a boss. Soon, the rest of the mane six would be her Ponymon sex slaves. Maybe this year she would win the grand prize of the Ponymon league: the winner of the league could pick one pony to remain their Ponymon slave until the end of the next competition.” Trixie looked through her binoculars at Dash and Scootaloo. They were currently eating ice cream like the naive little dweebs Trixie believed them to be. “Can you believe Twilight tried to ban me from the games this year?” she asked. “Gil-Gilda!” “I know, right? The audacity of her. Just because I ‘accidently’ forgot to release my ponies that one time! And that one other time. . . and the time I kept Snips and Snails—You know what, Trixie will break whatever rules she wants!” “Gilda?” the griffin asked. “That’s right, especially the rule against playing dirty. I’m going to capture Dash’s Scootaloo, and then I’m going to capture Dash. Once I have the entire mane six enslaved as Ponymon, Trixie will rule Equestria!” “Gild-gild!” “Hahahahah!” Trixie stood up and launched fireworks into the air. “Rather um. . . melodramatic, wouldn’t you say?” Fluttershy asked. Trixie jumped back in shock. “Bah! What are you doing sneaking up on the Grea—” “Um. No. Stop referring to yourself in the third person.” Fluttershy reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a Ponymon ball. “If you do it again, things are going to get ugly.” “Hah! Trixie does not fear weak little Pegasi. Trixie is far more powerful then you can ever hope to b—” Fluttershy threw the Ponymon ball forward. There was a blinding flash, and a wyvern appeared. "But—that's cheating!" Trixie shouted. "Nope. It's thinking outside the box. Mr. Cuddles, get rid of her. Use Cock Slap." "Gilda, eviscerate him!" The wyvern stood on its hind legs and roared, swinging its massive dick in front of him as it grew and solidified. It was as long as Gilda was tall. The griffin lunged forward to slice the cock to shreds. With a loud crack, the wyvern brought his dick down and flattened Gilda. "Mr. Cuddles, Tail Whip!" Trixie threw up her arms and screamed. "No! Please don't!" Cuddles spun around, sweeping Gilda and Trixie into the air with his tail. The force of the impact launched them off into the sunset. The last thing Fluttershy heard was this: "Trixie's blasting off again!" "Thank you, Mr. Cuddles. You're just such a sweet little wyvern, yes you are." Fluttershy walked up and began scratching under his chin. In moments, he was laying on his back with his hind left leg twitching. She proceeded to rub his tummy and curl up next to him for a nap. Author's Note On the next chapter of Ponymon: Dash runs into her rival, Lightning Dust. Her heated temper leads her into a one on one battle. Can Dash emerge victorious with the help of her newest Ponymon? It needs about. . . 20% more foalcon.
2. Scootaloo's New MovesA/N: Open this Ponymon background music in a new tab for the "full effect." Or some porno jazz, it's your call. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** “It was a sunny day in Ponyville—no really, Gummy, it was! I was stalking—I mean helping Dash by following her in the bushes. I knew how much she loved being my Ponymon last year, and I was determined to catch—I mean help her become champion this year,” Pinkie narrated. Dash turned around on the road and stared at the only bush nearby with a pink tail. “Pinkie! I know you’re stalking me, just cut it out, okay?” “You must have the wrong bush, Dash. My name is uh. . . Greenly Bushington” “If you don’t cut it out, I’ll capture you this year! Then we’ll see how much fun you have in a sadism ball!” The pink tailed bush giggled, and Pinkie bounced out. “Oh, Dash, sadism balls are so much more fun than net balls or latex balls. The Ponymon ball can only make you live out your fantasies, you kinky little lynx. I even saved your ponymon ball from last year!” Pinkie held out a pink Ponymon ball decorated with icing and sprinkles on it. Dash cringed, and gestured to her belt. It held one Ponymon on it: Scootaloo. “I’m not spending two months having orgasms while you cut me up, bake me into cupcakes, eat me, and then poop me out into a warm pile of—” Dash felt herself getting noticeably wet down there. “Damn it, Pinkie! Your stupid fantasies have ruined my sex life!” “Hehe, okie dokie lokie. I’ll be watching, Dashie Cake, and if anypony else tries to capture you I’m gonna knock ‘em upside the head and steal you for myself!” Pinkie dove back into the bush, vanishing completely. Dash walked over and kicked the bush, finding it was now empty. “How in the hell?!” With a loud moan, Dash turned around and walked back down the road. “Dash, wait!” a voice shouted out. “So help me I’m gonna beat the sno—” “Dash! You forgot something!” Twilight interrupted. Dash turned around and sighed in relief. “Whew, it’s just you.” “Who else would it be?” Dash’s eyelid twitched and for a moment, she flashed back to a dimly lit basement. “N-nopony. Uh, what is it?” “Oh, you forgot your Ponymon gear!” Twilight pulled out a rectangular pad, with red and white coloring, and handed it to her. “It contains the Equestrian Ponydex. Right now it only has the one hundred fifty one Ponyville region Ponymon in it.” Dash laughed and waved a hoof in the air. “I don’t need any of that egghead stuff.” “Really? It’s got a complete glossary of specialty Ponymon balls, Ponymon strengths and weaknesses, and several settings to allow you to adjust the bondage and mind contro—er mind contentment settings of the Ponymon balls.” “Wait, what was that last one?” Dash asked. “Contentment, that’s happiness.” Twilight giggled nervously. “Before that.” “Bondage?” “After that and before contentment?” “Look, do you want it or not? I even installed some fun apps on it! This one flips a coin, and this one lets you write a note. Unfortunately, it doesn’t save the note and the screen is really tiny. Oh, and this one is a clock!” Dash rolled her eyes. “Wow, how will I ever live without it?” Twilight grinned and walked up closer to her and whispered. “It also has a map, and I took extra care to label some good hiding places. I don’t want anypony to capture you before you make it to the Elite Whores. I’m going to be the first of the four master Ponymon trainers this year, and I’m going to capture you personally.” “Yeah, yeah, fine I’ll take it.” Dash grabbed it out of her hooves and shoved it in her saddlebag. “But this year, it’s going to be me that catches everypony. I’m going to build my own harem, with blackjack, and alcohol! In fact, forget the blackjack!” Twilight smiled. “I look forward to it.” After she lit her horn and teleported away, Dash turned and started walking back towards Sweet Apple Acres. She was just about to reach the top of the final hill before the orchard came in view. “Well, if it isn’t My Little Dashie,” Lightning Dust said. “Damn it! What is it with you ponies? Can’t I walk a hundred yards in peace? Must you always remind me of all that Celestia-awful pony fiction Lyra is always writing?” “Quite the temper you have there.” Dust jumped off the cloud she was lounging on and flew down next to Dash. “I was going to give you some friendly advice. Now, I think I’ll just teach you a lesson in respect for your betters.” “Hah!” Dash turned her red cap backwards, and jabbed a hoof into Dust’s chest. “Name the time and the place and I’ll kick your flank all over again, just like at the Academy!” Lightning Dust turned her back and walked away. “I don’t want to race you, or capture you.” Dash raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Then what? Do you expect me to talk?” Without turning to face Dash, a grin crossed Dust’s face. “No, Dash, I expect you to fry! Cloud Kicker, use thunderbolt!” There was a loud crack from the cloud above that Dust had been sleeping on. A bolt of lightning arced down at the ground, striking Dash’s saddlebags. Arcs of electricity flowed through the Ponymon ball, causing it to flicker. Dash landed on the ground twenty feet away, caught off guard by the cheap attack. She groaned as the world spun and her Ponymon ball rolled off her belt. “That was too easy. The first of the elements captured, nopony will stop my rise to champion this year!” Dust walked over and pulled out an Acme Industries™ vibrating dildo. Dash twitched as her fried nervous system began to recover. With a red flash, her Ponymon ball opened up. “No you don’t!” Scootaloo shouted. Dust froze mouth agape. “You can talk?” “Yeah! And nopony makes Master cum but me!” “Cloud Kicker, thunderbolt!” The pegasus jumped up and down on the cloud but it was out of juice. “Kicker!” Dust moaned, “Get your ass down here then and use swift attack!” Scootaloo lowered to her hooves as Cloud charged her. She dove out of the way at the last second as her opponent whizzed past. She ran after her and jumped on her back, hooking her legs over her wings. She began to massage just below the base of her wings in a sensitive spot, and Cloud moaned in approval. There was a red flash as Dust used the distraction to capture Dash in a net ball. Dash came fully awake as twin coils of rope snaked around her wings, then pinned them tightly to the side. She kicked out with her legs as hard as she could, hitting the metal sides of the ball. A brief glimpse of daylight breached the Ponymon ball. You are Lightning Dust’s sex slave. “Like hell! I’m not a Ponymon, not this year!” You live to please her. You will be pleased by her. Dash bucked the side of the pokeball again, nearly causing it to open up. More ropes shot out and wrapped around her legs, quickly hog tying them. A maze of ropes intertwined around Dash, tying her mane to her tail causing her neck into an unnatural arc. When she tried to relieve the pressure on her neck, it caused a crotch rope to rub against her pussy lips. Submit and be pleasured. Dash moaned. “No!” A rope shot into her mouth and tightened down, gagging her. Submit and be pleasured. Her frantic struggles were pushing her closer to the edge of orgasm and submission. She knew if she came, her willpower would be broken. With her hooves bound, she couldn’t kick the Ponymon ball open. Dash closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle. She lay still to prevent any further arousal. Submit. Scootaloo hit the ground hard as Cloud threw her off. She pinned Scootaloo to the ground and began licking her tight little pussy. “Good work, Cloud, just uh keep licking her until she passes out!” Dust shouted. She was staring intently at the net ball on the ground. Rope bondage was a common fetish, and thus weakness, amongst Pegasi. Dust didn’t understand why the net ball hadn’t finished capturing Dash yet. It continued to tremble on the ground as the battle of wills raged inside. Scootaloo felt the experienced tongue of Cloud Kicker, who had pleased a thousand sexual partners, enter her taut labia. She began to explore and tease nerves Scootaloo had never experienced. The vibrator and Spike had nothing on Cloud when it came to pleasing a mare. She struggled to reach Cloud’s pussy and try to make the fully grown mare orgasm first. Scootaloo could barely move, or focus enough to speak, as she felt her legs go limp. Next, her entire body tensed up against Cloud’s weight pinning her to the ground. Fire spread from her pussy to her body and the world exploded in color as she orgasmed. Scootaloo began to squirt urine and cum out into Cloud’s face as her body spasmed, ejaculating and writhing in the throes of a filly having her first proper orgasm. There was another loud noise as Dash emerged from the net ball. She landed on her feet, and turned around bucking Dust in the side. It sent the cocky pegasus flying and rolling across the ground. Dash grabbed the net ball and threw it at Dust. Given that she had barely been injured and was no where close to orgasm, it would undoubtedly fail. Still, it bought Dash the time she needed. Scootaloo felt a pulling sensation as her Ponymon ball summoned her back. She tried to hang onto Cloud, not wanting it to end. Once Dash has Scootaloo back in the safety of her Ponymon ball, she tackled and grappled with Cloud. The confused Ponymon looked up at her. “Cloud?” “Time to show you why they call me the fastest mare in Equestria!” Dash grinned wickedly, and shoved her muzzle into Cloud’s pussy. The mare on bottom barely felt it coming. One second she was eating out Scootaloo. The next, she had Dash’s tongue probing deep inside her as the mare’s muzzle rubbed against her labia. In ten seconds flat, Cloud was hit by an orgasm and came. Dash took to the sky, flying towards Sweet Apple Acres. She heard Dust screaming insults as the net ball failed to capture the angry and sexually frustrated rival. And now a word from our sponsors. We'll be right back. Who’s That Ponymon? .-~-. .-~-. .-~-. .-~-. .-~-. From the makers of the hentai ball and the shibaru ball, comes the bukake ball! A huge hit among our neighponese trainers, this new Ponymon ball is perfect for the pony who can never suck enough dick! It’s guaranteed to capture any pony who would rather swallow than spit. 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See your nearest ACME™ repair center immediately. “Squirt, I’m so glad you’re okay,” Dash said. “Dust nearly had me back there.” Scootaloo wiped a tear away. “I failed you, Dashie, I failed my master. I love you so much and I nearly let that mean Dust capture you. I. . .” Scootaloo looked up at her. “I couldn’t make Cloud Kicker cum faster enough.” “Hey, that’s not your fault. You’re about two orgasms from a virgin, stuff like that takes experience. Anyway, I’m more concerned with your uh. . . mental health. You feeling alright?” “I don’t understand.” Dash leaned back against a tree and smiled. “Well, I don’t really either, on account of Ponymon balls being magic. They’re supposed to make it so you’re basically all libido and no talk. Now that you can talk, I have a unique opportunity for you to tell me what it’s like.” “Oh, it’s great, Dash!” Scootaloo jumped in between her hind legs and cuddled against Dash’s wet pussy. “It’s like all I’ve ever wanted was to love you, and have orgasms for you, and now I am! I’ve never been so happy! All I can think about is sex, and orgasms, and your beautiful pussy with that tiny mound of rainbow pubic hair you shaved into a lightning bolt.” Scootaloo began to lick Dash’s pussy clean of her arousal. “Whoa, Squirt, slow down. You said you couldn’t make Cloud cum, so how about some training? After all, I want you to be the best Ponymon possible. Do you want to pleasure me?” Scootaloo jumped up and down buzzing her wings. “YES! YES! Oh my gosh yes! Can I?” “Okay, I’ll walk you through it. Now, when you’ve got time the best tactic is to tease them a little. Lick around beneath the labia majora, trace the labia minora, suckle on the clitoris. . . Here, I’ll show you. Dash laid Scootaloo on her back and began to trace along the lips of her pussy. She probed into small folds of her filly hood, and then suckled on her clitoris. Scootaloo moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes, then felt Dash’s tongue withdraw. “Okay, now you try it.” Dash leaned back, and Scootaloo dived right in. Using what Dash just taught her, she probed the larger mare’s vagina with her tongue. She skirted the edges, finding the grown mare was getting wet much faster than she was able to. Scootaloo found her love juices tasted and smelt like fresh rain in a summer thunderstorm. Scootaloo began to suckle on her clitoris, and heard Dash mumble her approval. After smiling and enjoying the attention for a minute, Dash pulled her off. “What next? Tell me master!” Scootaloo chanted. “I will show you, but first one thing. You can call me Dash or Dashie. Now, once you tease them a bit they’ll really want you inside them. Seeing as we don’t have dicks, at least in our first unevolved forms, we have to settle for the tongue.” “Unevolved?” Scootaloo asked. “Oh, how many times do I have to make you cum too evolve? Will I get a cutie mark? I really want a Ponymon cutie mark!” “Calm down!” Dash grabbed her and laid her on her back gently. “Now that your wet and warmed up, you can probe deeper. For instance, lick along the bottom of their tight pussy on the way in, then curl your tongue up and lick the top and sides on the way out. Speed up the rhythm, like you’re dehydrated and you want to lap up every drop of their cum for sustenance.” Dash demonstrated, filling the small filly with her large tongue. Scootaloo made a mental note of the training the mare was giving her. The feeling of fullness in her pussy was similar to what Cloud had done, but the fact it was Dash filling her up made her unable to resist. Scootaloo felt the familiar freight train of an orgasm approaching her at full speed. When the tongue withdrew, Scootaloo pouted and reached down for her pussy with her hoof. Dash stopped her. “Now, Squirt, a good Ponymon always lets their trainer cum first. Do what I just did. When you feel me start bucking my hips towards your tongue, you know I’m close. That’s when you’ll tease your opponent again. Some like their nipples played with, others like their clitoris to be suckled while you probe them. My preference, is to grind their face into my pussy, and get their tongue as deep as possible while my clit and labia rub against their muzzle.” Dash laid down against the apple tree. “Pretend I’m your opponent, and get to work. You have two minutes to bring me to climax. If you succeed, you can cum.” “Yes ma’am! I’m gonna uumph—” Dash interrupted the filly by shoving her mouth into her pussy. “Don’t waste time, only a minute fifty left!” Scootaloo quickly started to probe her labia, and found it already soaking wet. Since it was already warmed up, she moved on to the engorged clit and suckled it. Dash moaned, so she moved on to probe her pussy. “Good—improv—Squirt,” Dash moaned, clearly enjoying herself as her tongue hung out of her mouth. As the fillies tongue explored the insides of her pussy, Dash began to buck forward, pushing her hips towards the filly’s face. Scootaloo wrapped her hooves around Dash’s ass, and took a deep breath. She pulled Dash’s pussy tight against her face and reached even deeper into her pussy. Her smaller face and muzzle allowed her to grind deeply into Dash. Scootaloo felt muscles clenching around her head from Dash’s thighs. Scootaloo could taste something different, more arousing, as her tongue found the back of Dash’s pussy. Her lungs were beginning to burn for air. Scootaloo tried to back up and take a quick breath of air, but Dash’s thighs had clamped down around her head. She was trapped, her entire mouth and nose buried in the folds of Dash’s pussy, and her clitoris throbbing gentle against Scootaloo’s forehead. She got back to work, exploring every nook and cranny as Dash ground her hips and pussy against Scootaloo’s head. Her head began to ache as Dash’s muscles tensed up, and her lungs burned twice as furiously. Dash came, and in an instant the tightness vanished. It was replaced by a stream of liquid hitting Scootaloo’s face, as she slumped to the ground in front of Dash. Scootaloo’s first breath of fresh air pushed her over the edge, and she found herself having an orgasm without even needing Dash’s tongue to help. It washed over her, and when it was finished she curled up between Dash’s legs in a puddle of their love juice. The two Pegasi fell asleep under the apple tree, oblivious to the dangers lurking around them. “Crikey, Gummy, as you can see here we’ve got quite a sheila on our hooves! The older mare will violently defend it’s Ponymon, luckily, they’re both weakened from orgasm!” Pinkie explained. Her pet aligator just sat on her back and slowly licked one eye. She pulled a ponyball with the cupcake decorations on it out of her bag, and pondered capturing the unaware Dash. She then looked at Scootaloo, whom she had never seen look so happy and content. Pinkie sighed. “I guess I’ll have to catch them both!” She threw two Ponymon balls, only for them to be intercepted in mid-air by an expertly thrown lasso. “Ah reckon that’s a mite dirty, even for you Pinkie.” She turned to face Applejack, who tossed the balls back over to her. “Oh, AJ! I take really good care of my Ponymon, just ask Lyra! She agreed to be my Ponymon for a full year, and her coat is so shiny now. Want to see?” “If that’s your way of askin’ me to battle, I’m afraid ah only had time to grab one Ponymon so far,” Applejack explained. “Oh, poor Applejack. Why don’t you join my team?” She pulled out a custom made mint green Ponymon ball. “Or you want me to beat all one of your pets first?” AJ smiled and adjusted the brim of the stetson on her head. “Ah thought ya’d never ask. If ah win, you and all your Ponymon have to pleasure me all night, and none of y’all are allowed to get off.” Pinkie smiled. “And if I win, I’m taking you as my third Ponymon! One on one battle, first to climax loses.” “Deal.” “Deal!” Pinkie threw her Ponymon ball, revealing Lyra. Applejack’s Ponymon ball hit the ground and a large cloud of dust flew out. Several fruit bats flew out of the Ponymon ball, and a pony stepped out of the dust. In front of the pony was a metal weapon, with four poles and guardrails. On the end of two of the metal rods were tennis balls. “Haha!” Pinkie laughed and rolled around on the floor. “Your Ponymon is Granny Smith?” “Nope,” Applejack stated. “She’s the evolved form: Saggy Smith.” Pinkie stood up and looked at Lyra, who was staring back at her. Since Lyra had agreed to be Pinkie’s Ponymon for a full year—whether they won or lost—her coat had turned a metallic mint green. It reflected the light of the sun and made her sparkle like a gay vampire, or a glittered pole dancer, or a gay poledancing vampire. “Lyra, use latex and make her stop sagging!” From the unicorns horn shot a blob of latex, hitting Saggy without her even trying to dodge. The many loose folds of her skin and her large breasts—which were dragging on the ground—we tucked in. Saggy Smith looked like a mare half her age once the loose skin was tucked in. “Thank ya, now Saggy Smith, absorb!” Saggy’s walker began to melt into her hooves. The latex blob that was undulating over her body in a failed attempt to make her climax was also absorbed, until all that remained was that old grey mare and her sagging skin. “Lyra, use Horn Drill!” She sprinted forward, and then slowed down. She looked back at Pinkie with a confused look. “Lyra? Ly-ra!” “I don’t know why she isn’t dodging,” Pinkie said. “Maybe she’s too old, now horn fuck her!” “Lyra!” She charged forward and rammed her horn right into Saggy’s plot. She pulled out, and tried again, and again. Lyra continued to poke her horn into Saggy’s plot, but couldn’t find the right hole. “What’s the hold up?” Pinkie asked. “Saggy, use leech seed!” Smith queefed, shooting several burrs into Lyra’s shiny coat hair. They latched on, and began to drain her willpower from her. As they sapped her energy, Lyra found it harder to resist the urge to just give up and fuck herself with her hoof. “No! Fight it, use latex wrap! I bet she likes getting choked!” Lyra nodded and focused her magic. Several strips of latex began slapping themselves around her neck, tightening up and choking her. “Now, tackle!” She knocked Smith over onto her side. Applejack started laughing at the look of shock on Pinkie’s face. “Now ya see why she never loses?” Pinkie and Lyra stood staring at Saggy Smith. Her pussy looked like a roast beef sadwich that had been dropped on the floor and stepped on. There were dead ends and fake holes everywhere. It was so wrinkled, that finding the pussy in that mess would have taken a miracle. “Oh yeah? Well then Lyra, horn drill her ass!” Lyra dove forward, finding her sagging loose anus much more easily then her pussy. Her horn plopped right in with a wet noise, and Lyra began to fuck her ass with her horn. “Saggy, mega absorb!” Saggy took a deep breath, and then pushed back against Lyra’s horn as hard as she could. The unicorn’s horn got stuck in her ass. The flaps of skin on Saggy’s butt slapped the sides of Lyra’s face, adhering to them. “No! Lyra, double team! teleport! leer!” The unicorn struggled and tried to obey her trainer’s confusing commands. She could feel something tighten down around her neck and a foul odor filled her mouth. Her entire head was now lodged in Saggy’s rectum. Several more flaps of skin started hitting Lyra and she realized Saggy was turning into some sort of amorphous blob. “Lyra . . . leer. . . sand. . . quake. . . “ She couldn’t hear the commands of her trainer. Were she not currently waist deep in Saggy’s asshole, she’ may have stood a chance. Applejack smiled as Saggy’s eyes glowed and she used her Ponymon magic to turn into a large blob of sagging flesh. It literally devoured Lyra hole, using her anus as the entryway. After twenty seconds, the last piece of Lyra’s tail was pulled inside the blob-creature. Saggy’s skin began to pulse with a dull green light, as her body constricted around Lyra and flowed into all her orifices at once. The pony within her was being violated everywhere at once as Saggy flowed inside her. “Stop! This is nasty, how is any of this physically possible!” Pinkie screamed. Applejack laughed. “Looks like Lyra’s about to cum. I win.” “No! Never! I um. . .” Pinkie looked back to Gummy, who was still riding on her back. The alligator blew a bubble out his lips using his spit, and it popped. “That’s it.” Pinkie turned to face Lyra and Saggy. “Lyra, use explosion!” Lyra could feel large phallic shaped flaps of skin fucking her in the mouth, ass, and pussy all at once. She made our the word “explosion” shouted from outside. She smiled, happy to oblige. She dropped her guard and began to buck the inner folds of Saggy’s colon. Lyra pushed herself to cum as fast as possible. Even her horn was getting off from being rubbed. Lyra bottled up her energy, holding off on her climax until the last possible minute. Then, she focused all of her energy into her horn and came as hard as she could. Applejack heard the explosion before she realized what had happened. A green projectile flew out of Saggy’s ass, as her grand-mother was shot forward and collided with a tree. Both Ponymon were out cold. “What in tarnation?! How is that legal?” Applejack asked. “The same way your sicko ass-vore is you freak!” Pinkie shouted. “I wanted a good clean fight!” “Ya want clean? I reckon you and I should go one on one then, and I’ll make ya choke on those words!” Pinkie Pie walked forward and laughed loudly at her friend. “You? Beat me! I’m last year’s champion! I’m the best there ever was!” Applejack smiled, and pulled out her lasso. Dash woke up to the sound of familiar shouting. She couldn’t make out the words. It sounded like “mmph mmph mmph!” She looked down and saw Scootaloo in her lap. Dash then looked up at the tree in front of them, and broke out laughing. Tied to the tree was Pinkie Pie. She was in a strict shibaru tie. The ropes wrapped around her chest, stomach, and breasts, highlighting her features. A painfully tight crotch rope ran between the lips of her pussy. Her legs were spread eagle, wrapped slightly backwards around the trunk of the tree. A thick rope was wrapped around the tree and over her mouth, gagging her. Scootaloo had woken up too, and ran over to inspect her. “Whoa, Dash! What do you think happened here?” Dash shrugged. “I don’t know, let’s ask.” She hovered up and managed to untie the rope gag. “Oh thank you thank you thank you Dash! It was horrible I was just minding my own business taking a nap in the apple orchard and out of nowhere came this angry Applejack with ropes and everything and she was like rawr I’m going to tie you up like a little christmas present for Dashie and then I’m gonna go get Big Mac and he’s gonna make you cum so hard you’ll be begging him to be his Ponymon and I was like no! but I don’t want to cum so har—” Dash tied the rope back in place, gagging her. “Pinkie, slow down. Did you lose a Ponymon battle with Applejack?” Her pink hair flattened and she frowned, then nodded yes. “And she didn’t capture you?” Pinkie nodded no. “Now, slowly, tell me why.” Dash removed the rope from her mouth. “She said I just need to eat less sugar and calm down and something about humility and pride and then how I shouldn’t sneak up on loyalty and made me promise not to try to catch you two in your sleep again an—” Dash put the gag back in place. “You tried to capture us while sleeping? That’s low, Pinkie.” “Mmph! tho argh ta rulz” Pinkie mumbled through the gag. “Just because the rules say you can sneak up on opponents it’s still dirty. Now, what do you say?” Dash pulled the rope out of her mouth. “Hi, I’m Pinkie? Want to battle Ponymon?” She smiled. “Come on, Dash, let’s leave her. I want to try out my new moves!” Scootaloo said. “Yeah, you’re right.” Dash turned to leave. “Wait! Wait! I’m sorry, Dashie! I won’t sneak up on you anymore. I really want to catch you but it’ll be fair and square! And then we can relive our fantasies together, just like old times!” Dash moaned. “Well, that’s as close to an apology as I think I’m going to get.” She walked up behind the tree and found Gummy chewing on the knots. Dash pulled the alligator off, and then untied the knots. Once Pinkie fell to the ground, she left her there to sort out the rest of the mess of ropes on her own. “Come on, Squirt, we’re nearly to the first gym!” Pinkie coughed loudly. “And so, Dash and Scootaloo faced new foes and learned new moves. As long as they were willing to eat each other out, there was no limit to the amount of practice they could get muzzle-deep in each other’s pussies. “This left our true hero, Pinkie Pie, in the middle of an apple orchard with a really tight crotch rope. With nothing else to do, she went and got her Ponymon ball and summoned Thunderlane out. Until the next time Pinkie’s narration services were needed, she planned to get properly fucked in the ass by Thunderlane while grinding that crotch rope into her pussy.” Author's Note They call me crazy I am not a lunatic Just a bachelor * * * * * Did you skip the commercials? When I was a kid, we couldn't skip commercials. You youth today are spoiled! Why, I had to get straight A's for my parents to buy me Ocarina of Time! * * * * * DICTATED NOT EDITED!! I can't stress this enough. My editors were too busy ~~masterbating~~ clopping to edit, so please point out the typos in large font to embarrass me in the comments. I just read it to check the formatting and I know, it's atrocious grammatically.... that's why I need better editors. Thanks!
3. Dash Catches A Ponymon“Okay, squirt, here’s the plan. You jump on the pink one, and I’ll take the blue one,” Dash whispered. “Okay.” The two pegasi were crouched in the bushes outside Sweet Apple Acres as the spa twins trot down the road. Due to them being twins, Dash needed a hoof to capture them. As the spa twins passed by the bushes, Dash leapt out. “Go!” Lotus screamed as Dash tackled her, using her weight to pin her down. “Lo-lotus!” “Use seaweed wrap!” her sister shouted. Scootaloo was clinging onto her tail and clambering to reach her pussy. Dash tilted her head to the side. “Seawee—oomph!” A large patch of seaweed came out of nowhere and hit her in the face, knocking her off of Lotus. Dash tried to breath, but the seaweed had sealed over her muzzle and eyes. She began to claw at the sea weed, and felt more of it wrapping around her. Well, shit, this isn’t good. Dash pushed out with her legs and wings, and could slowly feel the wrap tearing. A hoof poked through, just as she felt a warm rock massaging her sex. Scootaloo has clung onto Aloe’s plot and buried her muzzle in her moist flower. She began lapping at it just as Dash had trained her, and Aloe struggled to pull her off. Finally, she tried sitting on Scootaloo but only succeeded in falling over. Aloe found it hard to focus since she hadn’t been with a stallion in months, and was quickly getting aroused. Meanwhile, Lotus was doing her best without her trainer’s commands, rubbing a warm stone against Dash’s labia. The pegasi was quickly breaking free of the seaweed wrap, so Lotus began pouring a mud bath onto her. Fortunately for Dash, her wings burst through the back of the wrap and it began to unravel. She stood up, covered head to toe in mud and bits of seaweed, and tackled Lotus. They rolled across the ground until she finally was able to plant her face in Lotus’ snatch. Dash felt Lotus slide into position and began to lick the mud off her pussy. The two ponies began a race to see who would cum first. Scootaloo could almost taste victory. The muscles of Aloe’s well-toned plot were tightening up. She continued licking the walls of her vagina even after Aloe came. Scootaloo felt amazing, as if her whole body was tingling. When Scootaloo finally got up, she saw Dash and Lotus locked in battle. She ran over to help and then tripped over her own hooves. She looked down at them as they began to glow white. “Dash, help!” Scootaloo shouted. Lotus and Dash turned to look towards the bright glowing outline of Scootaloo’s body. “What?” the disembodied voice of Pinkie said. “Scootaloo is evolving!” “I’m scared, Dash!” “It’s okay, squirt!” she replied. Scootaloo began pulsing white light, as the other two mud-covered ponies watched in amazement. From between her legs a fifth limb grew outward. Her wings spread, and her feathers became the right size for a filly of her age. “Scootaloo has evolved into Futaloo!” Scootaloo smiled and ran over towards Lotus. Dash took this oppurtunity to grapple her, and pin her head back down against the ground. “Scootaloo, use penetrate!” Dash shouted. The young mare jumped up onto Lotus’ plot, haphazardly slapping her dick against her flanks. After some fidgeting, Scootaloo finally felt her new dick slide into Lotus’ moist sex. “Unf,” Scootaloo moaned, “this feels awesome!” “Lotus?” the spa pony shouted out. “Lotus!” Scootaloo continued thrusting, feeling her balls slap against her plot with each thrust. The new sensations were quickly proving to be too much for her to bear. She screamed as she came inside Lotus, and began to spew her first load of sperm. Lotus tensed up and bore down on the thick shaft, and quickly joined in with her own orgasm. The two collapsed to the ground and after a couple of minutes, Scootaloo pulled out and her newest member began retracting into its sheath. Dash held up her Ponydex. Futaloo - the peacock Ponymon - WT: 75lbs HT: 36in Length: 8in Type: Flying / Futa Evolutions: Scootaloo, Futaloo, ?? Notes: Futaloo, the peacock Ponymon. Known evolution of Scootaloo when confusion of sexuality leads to fantasies of a gender swap and penis envy. Has been shown to cum in ten seconds flat. . . like most stallions. “Good work, Futaloo!” Dash laughed and shook her head. “I’m not gonna go talk to some old stallion to change your name. I’m still gonna call ya Squirt or Scoots.” Scootaloo smiled and drooled a little as her limp cock twitched. “Now, to catch a spa pony,” Dash said. She reached in her bag and fumbled around a little, looking for a mummy ball. Lotus had seemed fond of wrapping ponies up, so turnabout was fair play. After tossing the ball at Lotus, she heard a shout. “No!” Aloe dove in front of her sister, shielding her. With a red flash, the Ponymon ball enveloped them both. Inside the Ponymon ball, opposite forces caused the sisters to drift apart. As Aloe’s brain was re-wired, she began to understand the language of Ponymon and could hear her sister speaking. “Aloe, what’d you do?” Lotus asked. “Sister, Dash was going to capture you!” Aloe answered. “It’s okay! I wanted to be a Ponymon, you didn’t have to try and save me.” Silence. “If we can’t be champions together, we’ll be Ponym—mmph! Mmph!” Silence. A thick plastic tape that stuck only to itself was gagging Aloe. It wrapped itself thickly around her muzzle, leaving only a narrow gap for her to breathe. Across from her, Lotus was calmly floating. “Don’t resist, sister, the Ponymon ball will take care of us.” Lotus closed her eyes as the plastic wrapped her from head to hoof. Aloe saw what was going to happen to her and screamed. You are a Ponymon now. She mumbled in her gag and resisted. No, I’m a pony, I’ll break us both out! There is no escape. Do not be foalish. Yes, Aloe thought, I can escape! Several bands of plastic yanked her forelegs behind her back and began to tape them to her. Both hind legs were yanked towards her chest, and she began to be mummified in the awkward position. Twinges of pain shot through her shoulders and hips as she was encased in plastic. There is no escape, only sexual servitude. I refuse to cum, give up! Aloe screamed in her mind. Feisty, but you enjoy this. You enjoy sex. You are a sex toy. No, I’m a Ponymon! I mean, a pony! Yes, relax. Just let a couple of the thoughts in. Aloe felt something hard slide between her legs, penetrating her damp labia and impaling her vagina. It filled her up and began vibrating. N-no f-fair! Aloe whimpered as the plastic sealed away her eyesight and hearing. She felt the last of her exposed skin sealed away in the plastic and realized she was now completely mummified in plastic wrap. Even the sex toy was being strapped into place by the plastic. You are a Ponymon. Yes, but I— You live to please Dash. But, Lotus I— The toy in her pussy doubled the intensity of its vibrations. Aloe tensed up and realized she couldn’t move a single inch in any direction. The Ponymon ball had bound her so tightly, that she was like a statue. You live to please Dash. N-no— The toy began to vibrate even faster and Aloe lost control. The fact she couldn’t move intensified her orgasm, blinding all rational thought in a sea of endorphins. She squealed like a stuck pig and panted as the last of her will faded away. Dash watched as both spa sisters got stuck in the Ponymon ball. “Oh no, what do I do?” She held up the Ponydex for answers. 01000100 01000101 01010011 01010100 01010010 01001111 01011001 00100000 01000001 01001100 01001100 00100000 01010000 01001111 01001110 01001001 01000101 01010011 6FFAE7539F84 127.0.0.1 GOTO 10 Updating Equestrian Ponydex. . . Updating rules. . . Set string “twinsAllowed == true” Rebooting. . . Spa Sisters - the twin Ponymon WT: 90lbs each. HT: 48in Type: Earth/Twin Evolutions: ?? Notes: Spa sisters, never seen separated. Their inseparable bond has enabled them to fight as a single Ponymon, with each sister being half of a greater whole. They pose a great risk of orgasm to foes due to the increased number of tongues available. Admin Message: Stop causing system glitches, Dash! -Celestia Scootaloo had recovered and trotted over to the wiggling Ponymon ball just in time to see it stop wiggling. “Cool! You caught twins!” “Yeah, I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be possible,” Dash said. “Can we bring them out and play? Can I fuck them again? PLEASE?!” Scootaloo sat down and gave Dash the biggest puppy eyes she could manage. “Whoa, Squirt, you must have had a lot of EV points in swearing to level up so quickly!” Dash looked into her eyes. “Aww, not this again.” Just as the puppy eyes began to work, Scootaloo’s dick began to grow. As she sat there, the innocent look on her face was betrayed by her eight inch member, and Dash fell over laughing. “What? I really wanna go again,” Scootaloo pouted. “It’s—You—look funny!” Dash managed between laughs. “Hmph.” Scootaloo got up and walked towards Sweet Apple Acres. She looked a bit like a penguin walking, as she was unused to the stiff member slapping against her belly. “Just wait until you’re asleep, Dash, and we’ll see who gets the last laugh!” “What was that squirt?” Dash picked up her new Ponymon and attached it to her belt. “Nothing, Dashie! I love you so much!” Scootaloo giggled and imagined the amazing surprise sex she would have with Dash later. And now a word from our sponsors: Who is that Ponymon? Think you’ve got what it takes to be the very best? Take the survey from Scygnus inc. Choose your Ponymon Team! Share with your friends! Order the action figures of Slutty Spitfire, Anal Applejack, or Futaloo today! Think you’ve got what it takes to be the very best? From the makers of Tetris™, and one of the animators of Dragon Quest™, with consulting by the janitor of the company that made Colonol Mustard’s Revenge™ comes. . . Banned by Equestria Daily! Join your favorite ponies in a game of sexual conquest. For just five easy payments of $99, you can download our real life re-enactment! It’s Vinyl Scratch! And now, back to the show. . . After a quick cold shower from a passing rain cloud, Scootaloo and Dash arrived at Applejack’s house. There was a large painted field in front for Ponymon gym battles. Currently, Vinyl’s Ponymon Octavia was fighting Big Mac’s Ponymon, Mr. Cake. “Octy, use razor wire!” Vinyl shouted. She broke her cello over Mr. Cake’s head and grabbed the strings from the instrument. She looped it around Mr. Cake’s throat and tightened it up. His face quickly turned red. “Get ‘er in the face with cake!” Big Mac shouted. He reached back into his mane and pulled a cake out, before shoving it in Octavia’s face. “Octy!” she shouted and punched him in the throat. “Cake!” he retorted, before tackling her and twisting her nipples painfully. “Two can play that game! Put your pie in his face.” Vinyl said. The two rolled over until Octavia had Mr. Cake pinned by her snatch. She sat her plot on his face and pinned him to the ground, and eyes hid stiff cock greedily. “Eeyup, use lick and paralyze her,” Mac stated. Octavia twitched and froze as a long tongue unfurled into her pussy, lapping at her folds as if they were a delicious icing. She took a deep breath of air and moaned loudly. “Wait, uh. . . Octavia use constrict! Swallow him!” She leaned forward, drooling over Mr. Cake’s cock, but unable to take her mind off the tongue and the two lips now suckling her clit. Octavia slowly pushed his cock into her throat and took a deep breath. “Good, just a little further and tighten down!” Octavia pushed herself further down, feeling the cock push past her gag reflex and towars her stomach. She got it halfway in and stopped as her pussy twitched. “Further, Octavia!” Vinyl shouted. She swallowed and pushed even further, and felt his erect dick poke against her stomach. Unable to breathe, she began to choke and swallowed even more of him. Octavia’s muzzle came to rest against his ball sack, and her throat started spasming and tightening around him. “What in tarnation?” Big Mac watched as Octavia swallowed Mr. Cake’s entire dick. He could see her twitching and knew she was close to coming, yet for each convulsion it also pushed Mr. Cake closer to the edge. Octavia felt Mr. Cake’s dick flare. It had nowhere to go but deeper, and as the head swole to double its size it locked itself into her stomach. Her muzzle was buried in Mr. Cake’s taint as he thrust his dick down her throat. She managed half a breath of air, and could feel Mr. Cake’s pulse in her throat. She lost all control as he nibbled gently at her labia and stuck his tongue back in. Without enough air, Octavia had a mind shattering orgasm and began shaking and flailing around, speared on his dick. Mr. Cake knew he had won, but couldn’t pull out. His dick was caught in her stomach, and as he pulled and thrust, he found himself reaching a climax. The incredibly slick and tight throat, never meant to be used as a penis sheath, clutched him mercilessly. Octavia felt each bulge of sperm shoot down his cock directly into her stomach. Her eyes were rolling back in her head from the exhaustion of the orgasm that still hadn’t ended, when finally she felt his dick turning limp and sliding back out. Once his dick slipped out, she vomited up his sperm onto the ground and passed out. Big Mac shook his head in shock and recalled Mr. Cake. “Well, ah win on account o’ Octavia cum’ing first.” Vinyl watched as Big Mac started fishing around for a Ponymon ball to catch Octavia in. “Oh no you don’t!” “Ah’m the gym leader, and ah say ah do!” He threw a Ponymon ball through the air at her. Vinyl ran forward and intercepted the Ponymon ball, taking Octavia’s place. The passed out earth pony didn’t realize what her lover had just done to protect her, or how futile it was. Vinyl materialized inside the Ponymon ball to the sound of whirring machinery. “What the hay kind of ball did he use?” Hello little dolly, you are going to be master’s new Ponymon. “Like hell I am, I haven’t even cum yet!” Vinyl kicked against the sides of the Ponymon ball, only to feel them drifting further away. You are not strong enough to resist an ultra-grade dolly ball. “I’ve never heard of such a thing, now let me out!” Vinyl velt one of the walls as she floated there and began kicking it. She suddenly had the sensation of gravity as she fell down onto a moving conveyor belt. You are an obedient Ponymon dolly. Submit. Vinyl tried to climb to her feet but felt something holding her down to the belt. “No, I am Octavia’s pony!” You are not a Pony, silly Ponymon. “I’m a Ponymon, but I belong to. . . to. . .” Big Mac. You are an obedient Ponymon. “No, I don’t want to be Big Mac’s Ponymon!” The conveyor belt moved forward and pulled her into a metal box. She felt a cold liquid spraying against her skin and a tingling in her loins. No Ponymon can resist master. “I won’t, just—unf.” The liquid hit her horn and sent an electric tingling down her spine. You are a Ponymon. “Yes.” A good Ponymon cums when told to. Now cum. Part of her wanted to resist, but a larger part was beginning to turn on her. Vinyl struggled as the liquid hardened on her skin. She soon found herself unable to move, as two large metal rods were inserted into her pussy and ass. Another soon followed into her mouth, shaping them into love holes. We know your fantasy. Submit, and this pleasure will continue. As soon as the rod pulled out of her mouth, she answered. “Oh Celestia, yes, fuck me!” Say ‘I’m a good Ponymon.’ “I’m a good Ponymon!” Vinyl fought to buck against the rods currently invading her ass and pussy. She wanted to be a sex doll, a Ponymon, and she wanted to be fucked. It was everything she ever wanted. Say ‘I will obey Big Mac.’ “Yes, I will obey Big Mac!” Vinyl felt the rods begin vibrating against her plastic prison, and paint brushes began detailing her new plastic body. She let go and came, eyes rolling back into her head, as her mind was reprogrammed for the Ponymon competition. Dash watched as Big Mac picked up his two new Ponymon: Vinyl and Octavia. Safely in their Ponymon balls, he clipped them to his belt. He turned to face Rainbow Dash. “Are you mah next challenger?” Author's Note I wanna sex the very best, like nopony ever has, To nail them it my real test, to orgasm is my cause! Ponymon!
Appendix A: Ponyville Ponydex & Three Rules of PonymonCelestia's Three Rules of Robotics Ponymon: 1.) A Ponymon may not deny an orgasm or, through inaction, allow an orgasm to go unfullfilled. 2.) A Ponymon must obey the orders given to it by Ponymon trainers, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. 3.) A Ponymon must protect it's own right to cum so long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws. Quick Start Guide 1.) A Ponymon trainer must always keep their ponygear handy! The ponydex in particular, as it controls several key settings of the Ponymon balls. 2.) A shiny Ponymon is one who enjoyed being a Ponymon so much: A.) They asked to stay that way year-round, becoming a wild Ponymon. They are released once a year for a yearly physical and to renew their contract. B.) They were overcome by desire and love for their master, becoming their permanent Ponymon. 3.) Any pony may be captured during the competition, except those with a medical waiver. 4.) There can only be one Ponymon champion. 5.) When a Ponymon trainer loses a battle, the opponent has the right to fight one round against the trainer themselves. If the trainer loses, they can be captured as the victor's new Ponymon. They also inherit all their Ponymon. 6.) After three months, or the crowning of the Equestrian Ponymon Champion, non-shiny Ponymon are reverted. 7.) Year round Ponymon trainers require a valid certificate from Equestrian Ponymon, Fish, and Game. 8.) Any species of pony may be captured. 9.) Ponygear allows you to alter Ponymon ball bondage settings: tease, normal, random, or constant climax. It also allows adjustement of specialty balls, such as bondage, domination, latex, vore, or ropes. 10.) Some ponies may retain speech. The cause is unknown but may be either intelligence, devotion, or glitchy Ponymon balls. History of Ponymon: Every year since the royal princesses menses synched, stallions in Canterlot were hunted down and sexed relentlessly. No matter how many mates they took, it did not scratch their itch. To satiate their immortal libidos, the Ponymon competition was formed. Using their magic, and the elements, they created a series of magical spells to facilitate the Ponymon competition. This method of controlled sexual release allows all ponies to get full enjoyment from their annual "time of the month" and have their sexual desires during heat fulfilled. Ponies who have a difficult to reach itch, often opt to remain as Ponymon or trainers year-round. Thus, the princesses libidos were eventually satiated, and nymphomania across Equestria was eliminated. Type Chart: Attack |||| Opponent Type: Type: |||| ___________Earth__Pegas__Unico__Alico__Non-P Earth________=______+______X_____X_____* Pegasus_____X______=______+_____X_____* Unicorn______+______X______=_____X_____* Alicorn_______+______+______+_____X_____X Non-Pony____ *______ *______ *_____+_____* = Normal Damage + Double Damage X Half Damage * Non-Ponies: Changeling: Alicorn. Can morph into other types. Winged Non-Pony: Pegasus Magic Non-Pony: Unicorn Other Non-Pony: Earth Complete provisional Ponydex 1 Twilight 2 Tentaclight 3 Twilicorn 4 Dash 5 Raingasm 6 DashCum 7 Pinkie 8 Pussie 9 Tighty Pie 10 Rarity 11 Rapeity 12 Hentaity 13 Fluttershy 14 Futashy 15 Voreshy 16 Applejack 17 AppleShibaru 18 AppleFucks 19 Scootaloo 20 Futaloo 21 Apple Bloom 22 American Pie 23 Sweetie Belle 24 Deep Throat Belle 25 Little Mac 26 Medium Mac 27 Big Mac 28 Lyra 29 Lyrape 30 Totallyrape 31 Bon Bon 32 Cum Cum 33 Queef Queef 34 Vinyl 35 Latexyl 36 Wubsy 37 Octavia 38 Octy 39 Octypussy 40 Spike 41 Dyke 42 Bukake 43 Wild Rose 44 Squirting Rose (water stone) 45 Futa Rose (thunder stone) 46 Orgasm Rose (fire stone) 47 Blue Blood 48 Blue Balls 49 Blue Job 50 Spa Twins 51 Sex Twins 52 Love Goddesses 53 Diamond Tiara 53 Diamond Cock (phallic stone) 54 Diamond Pussy (clitoris stone) 55 Diamond Eunuch (evolve with neither) 56 Silver Spoon 57 Epic Spooning 58 Big Spoon 59 Featherweight 60 Feather Dick 61 Cheerilee 62 Fuckilee 63 FuckyMe 64 Zecora 65 Owhora 66 Whore 67 Fancy Pants 68 Fancy Futa 69 Fancy Filatio 70 Hoity Toity 71 Hotty Tighty 72 Hot Tight Plot 73 Photo Finish 74 Flash Finish 75 Instant Finish 76 Sunset Shimmer 77 Sunset Crotchboobs 78 Filly Twixie 79 Trixie 80 Great and Powerful Trixie (evolve during day) 81 Alicorn Amulet Trixie (evolve at night) 82 Donut Joe 83 Donut Hole Joe 84 Anal Joe 85 Moondancer 86 Moon Walker 87 Lady of the Night 88 Twilight Velvet 89 Twilight Labia 90 Purple Clitoris 91 Inkie 92 Scatie 93 Blinkie 94 Winky 95 Mayor Mare 96 Peppermint Twist 97 Ruby Red Twist 98 Meat Twist 99 Cutie Mark Crusaders (evolve three crusaders at once) 100 Colgate 101 Crest (evolve in bathroom) 102 Sensodyne (evolve while in pain) 103 Orajel (evolve during post-cloital bliss) 104 Preperation H (evolve during yeast infection) 105 Colgatasaurus (evolve with mint stone) 106 Braeburn 107 Ropeburn 108 Gayburn (fight more males than females) 109 Straightburn (fight more females than males) 110 Derpy 111 Muffy 112 May-Or 113 May-Not 114 May-Bee 115 Milky Way 116 MILFy way 117 Magnum 118 Trojan 119 Pearl 120 Diamond Dog 121 Dick Dog (male evolution) 122 Bitch (female evolution) 123 Wyvern 124 Dickburn 125 Hydra 126 Voredra 127 Cherry Jubilee 128 Cherry Popper 129 Discord 130 Molestia (Event Only) 131 Sombra 132 Changeling 133 Shadowbolt 134 Sliver of Shadow 135 Filly Nightmare Moon (evolve by trading) 136 Lightning Dust 137 Glitter Dust 138 Pole Dancer 139 Soarin 140 Whorin’ Soarin 141 Hymen Breaker 142 Spitfire 143 Cumfire 144 Swallowfire 145 Chrysalis 146 Sexsalis 147 Shining Armor 148 Shining Penis 149 Cadance 150 Luna 151 Celestia Author's Note They called me crazy. Would a crazy author write this?! ... That was rhetorical.
5. Blasting Off Again! We return to find our heroes riding down route 69 to the pokecenter, what an unexpected adventure! The last we saw them felt like years ago, but alas, it was actually just a mid-season hiatus while an old CEO greenlit the funding for season 2! But never fear, Pinkie has your back and will be sure to keep this story going, or at worst, sell the rights to SyFy for when they run out of Sharknado films. Coming soon straight-to-TV, Ponymon: Jizz Lives Matter! Dash coughs loudly. Oh, right… our heroes are riding down the road… Dash raced down the road on her pilfered bike, with Scootaloo in the basket on the handlebars. “Don’t worry Squirt, I’ll get you some help!” *Beep beep beep* She wasn’t far from the pokecenter now, it was just around the-- *Beep beep beep* “What the?” Dash looks down and sees her pokedex beeping and vibrating at her. “I’ve got an urgent message? Later, okay?” She closes the message about the super cool free DLC that added 150 ponymon to the competition, and runs right into a row of bushes outside the pokecenter, flying through the air and tumbling to the ground with Futaloo. Dash looks up to see another unwelcome face. “Prepare for penetration,” Trixie said, standing only a hoof’s length away from Futaloo. “And make it double,” Starlight added. “To protect Equestria from untreated heat.” “To ensure into their hoof no stallion must beat.” “To denounce the evils of monogamy and safe sex.” “Our most important muscles we must flex!” “The Great and Powerful Trixie!” “Starlight Glimmer!” “Team Fuck it humps at the speed of light!” “Surrender now, or deep throat my might!” “Spike, that’s right!” Spike added. Dash blinked and tilted her head. “Really? That’s got to be the most gimmicky and stupid thing I’ve ever heard, and if I ever hear it again I’ll probably kill myself. Who comes up with this shit? Did your song writer have no standards? I’ve taken dumps that spelled out more literate sentences than that.” “Now, now, pathetic little Dash, we shall steal your Futaloo! It’s truly a one of a kind ponymon~ half female, half male, and able to speak!” “Yeah!” Spike added. “What are you doing with them, Spike?” Dash asked. “Well, Twilight never lets me participate in Ponymon because I’m not a pony so I decided to run away and join team Fuck It! Plus, as fringe benefits, I get to sleep with Starlight.” “Sleep? Pff, more like a disinterested hoofjob,” Starlight quipped. “And what’s your deal? Where’d you come from?” Dash asked. “Oh, I’m Starlight Glimmer. I believe all ponies are created equal, but some are more equal than others. And I’m here to help Trixie enslave each and every famous pony in Equestria, and make the tournament last forever! Not that anypony will care about weaklings like you Dash, you’ll all just be fucktoys we store on a shelf. Even I’ve heard about your sick fetishes from last year’s tournament.” “Yawn, the Great and Powerful Trixie is becoming the Bored and Disinterested Trixie. Let’s grab Futaloo and go.” “No!” Dash shouts, but she’s too weak to stand and fight. “If only there were somepony to help me!” “Eeyup!” Big Mac leaps out from behind a nearby bush, balls in hoof. There’s a lot of something white on his foreleg that’s not icing. It’s not snow either. In fact, I’ll just cum out and say it. It’s white out. “Your motto needs some work, try this.” He hands Trixie a page, covered in white out. “What?” Trixie reaches for the page, only to get hit in the side by Apple Pie. “Pie! Pie!” “What the—he grabbed Futaloo!” Starlight’s horn lit up, flinging a large metal chastity belt at Big Mac. He spins and kicks it out of the air. “Pie, show Trixie what happened that one time at Band Camp!” “Oh that’s my favorite!” Pinkie shouted from a nearby bush, tossing random musical instruments out of the nearby tree. Finally she flings a flute to Apple Pie. She catches it in her mouth and turns around, dodging a blast from Trixie and a breath of fire from Spike. His dragon fire hits her fancy bow, transporting it somewhere far away. Celestia raises up the spiked cat o nine tails, ready to deliver a blow to her slutty submissive pet when a red bow materializes. “Damn it Discord, using the safe word already?” Apple Pie shoves the flute into Trixie and begins to blow. The note sounds like a police whistle buried inside of a horse’s ass, if the horse was drowning underwater while large boxes of raw roast beef were being spilled on the ground. In fact, I’m fairly certain if you find a recording of a police whistle and a queef, you could have saved me a lot of effort on this analogy. Trixie moans and feels her nether regions clamping down on the flute. She comes dangerously close to an orgasm, which would allow Big Mac or Dash to capture her. After making a mental note to masturbate more frequently, she calls out for help. “Starlight plan B!” Starlight pulls a couple small white pills out and holds them in her hoof, “Got ‘em!” She tosses them to Trixie. “No you idiot! The hot air balloon!” “Oh!” Starlight runs over to the nearby hot air balloon and starts untying it. “Come on Spike, I need you to heat it up!” Spike comes over to fill the balloon with hot air, when Trixie lands beside them, startling him. He belches fire, catching the wicker basket on fire. “Horse testicles!” He grabs a fire extinguisher and begins to spray it on the blaze. There’s a large explosion, flinging Spike, Trixie, and Starlight into the air. “Looks like Team Fuck It’s blasting off again! Or for the first time! Or—” The trio blinks out of existence, leaving just Dash, Futaloo, Apple Pie, Big Mac, and the ever present Pinkie Pie outside the pokecenter. “I just knew that novelty fire extinguisher would come in handy one day! That’s why I gave it to Spike for his birthday last year.” Pinkie hopped out of the tree. “Novelty? What did you fill it with Pinkie?” “Nitroglycerin!” “What?!” Dash shouted, “you gave me a fire extinguisher last year too!” Pinkie laughed, “oh silly, yours was filled with pressurized personal lubricant!” Dash blinked a few times before remembering about Futaloo. “Oh crap! We need to get her some help. I’ll see you after the commercial break Pinkie when you’re narrating my bathroom habits or whatever,” she waved a hoof dismissively. “Eeyup, she’ll be okay but we should get her inside. Good work, Apple Pie!” He held up a ball. Then he used his ponymon ball to recall Apple Pie. “You uh… may want to get that checked while we’re here, it’s like 20% bigger than the other one,” Dash observed. Big Mac sighed. “Eeyup.” Dash burst inside the hospital, rushing over to Nurse Redheart. “Help! Futaloo was hurt by a wild ponymon!” “Oh dear!” Redheart exclaimed. 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Though, if you want a little help hitting on the stallions…” Big Mac smiled. “Uh, sure! You can hit on the wyverns too, I’m not into piercings.” Dash shrugs and puts some bits on the counter to pay for the services from the pokecenter. “Thanks,” Nurse Redheart said. “That’ll help me buy a replacement outfits for Q here. His hidden power is to change outfits with the flick of his fingers, but I never found where he is sending them to…” Q snapped his fingers, causing a pair of assless chaps to vanish. “Not again…” Nurse Redheart sighed. Princess Luna was pacing through her closet, looking for something to wear for her session tonight. Since Discord’s session ended early, she needed something to wear to really impress her sister… Suddenly assless chaps appeared in front of Luna. She smirked. The strangest outfits would just appear when she needed them most, it was a sign: tonight Luna went assless. “Thanks again,” Dash said. Already Redheart was placing an order on South-Amerizon for 1-day shipping of some plaid coveralls to dress Q in. Dash walked outside the pokecenter and was about to say something witty to Big Mac and Futaloo when a deranged white unicorn jumped out of the tall grass. “You!” Rarity screamed. “This!” She flung the mangled remains of her bike on the ground between them. “Is. The. Worst. Possible. Thing!” Dash bit her lip and lasted almost two seconds before bursting out in laughter and rolling over onto her back. Rarity’s eye twitched and something inside her snapped. I, Pinkie, as one of her oldest friends can only surmise it was the stick she keeps stuck up her ass. What happened next was LEGEN- wait for it. “Rainbow Sprinkle Dash! You stop that this moment and face me!” Rarity yelled. Dash continued to roll around laughing, while Rarity summoned a magical needle and shot it at Dash, quickly sewing her mouth shut. “Mmph!” “Hey that’s no fair!” Futaloo shouted. Already Rarity had called out Coco Pommel. “Now, eat her out and make it classy.” Before Coco could leap on the confused Dash, who was undoubtedly not expecting to have her lips sewn shut, Futaloo intercepted with a quick attack. She turned to look back at Dash, wondering what attack to use next, but Dash was unable to talk. “Scootaloo, darling, she’ll summon a ponymon to defend herself, stay out of this” Rarity ordered. “But I’m her Ponymon!” “Really? Hmm, well she can’t give you commands either. So I guess that makes you my ponymon now. Coco, use envelope!” Coco threw several unsealed envelopes at Futaloo, leaving dozens of painful papercuts. “Ow!” She waited out of habit for Dash to tell her what attack to use, finally deciding to just fuck Coco’s brains out. In her limited experience, sticking one's dick repeatedly into a pussy was the only attack she needed to win a ponymon fight. It was almost as if every attack was a variation on a similiar theme of fucking, or being fucked, or just plain fucked up. Futaloo ran towards Coco Pommel, dodging several spools of yarn and a mannequin that were flung at her, and pounced onto Coco. She improvised, buzzing her wings and turning her entire body into a massive vibrator as she thrust her dick into Coco. Rarity stood in shock and disgust, as any mare of proper upbringing would, at the sight. The small orange filly had just tackled and started to fuck her ponymon in public. “This is lewd! You stop that at once young mare!” “Futaloo!” she replied, chuckling. As a fringe benfit, banging mares felt amazing and without a trainer to reign her in, Futaloo quickly came and emptied her seed into Coco Pommel. Weakened by her orgasm, Futaloo felt herself shrinking and was easily pushed off Coco Pommel. “Pfft, typical lack of stamina.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Coco wins. You’re mine now Dash unless… you buy me a new bike!” Dash, who had finally found a pair of scissors in her saddlebags, cut the stitches from her lips. “That was cheating!” “What? Me, cheat? Why I’ll have you know body piercing is number seventy-two on the list of approved sexual deviances for use in Ponymon!” Rarity huffed and turned her nose up. “Now, will you get me a new bike or will I capture your Futaloo?” “I’ll buy you a new bike!” Dash yelled. “I… am just a little broke right now.” “Of course you are! Well, I’m not letting you out of my sight until I get a new bike so I guess we’re traveling together.” “Fine!” Dash replied. “Fine!” Rarity responded. “Eeyup,” Big Mac added. “Pikachu?” Futaloo asked. The group shared a laugh. And so our unlikely heroes walk into the sunset. What new adventures await them? Nopony knows, unless you’ve played a pokemon game or just had the slightest amount of pattern recognition! We’ll see you next time for cupcakes, badges, new ponymon, and more! Only on the Hump network™ Author's Note -DARY! LEGENDARY! Apparently we're back now and are Triple-Pinkie's Seal of Approval'd. So keep an eye out for the next episode of Ponymon, coming sometime in 2019! Also, we're rebooting Dash of Humanity and starting the DCU - Dawn's Cunt Universe. It'll be a shared storyverse full of ponies wanting to get into Dawn's saddle, if you know what I mean. This author's note brought to you by Pinkie. The views and opinions do not reflect the views and opinions of fim fiction. Just Kaidan, he's kind of fucked up. p.s. It's a warm up I forgot to do any inside-the-ponymon-ball hi-jinx, guess we're saving it for next time!~
4. Showdown at Sweet Apple AcresAs our heroes move ever closer to the Elite Whores, Dash finds herself facing her first gym leader! With only two Ponymon, will Dash have what it takes? Or, has she bitten onto more than she can swallow? Only one way to— “Dammit, Pinkie!” Dash shouted. She watched the pink mare leap out of the tree and run away. She turned to Big Mac and apologized. “Sorry, she’s got this thing about narrating my life or something. Anyway, yes, I’m here to kick your flank!” Big Mac chuckled, and ran a hoof along his balls. He then ran a hoof along his Ponymon balls. “Eeyup, I thought you’d never ask. And when I win, and make you my Ponymon, I’m gonna retire from the competition and spend the rest of it tapping that fine ass of yours.” Dash blushed, crossing her hind legs as she bit her lip. If he wants to fight dirty, we’ll fight dirty. . . he won’t be expecting Futaloo, or the Spa Twins! “And if I win, you’ve got to uh. . . give me Vinyl,” Dash stated. I could really use a unicorn. “Deal. We’ll go best of three, no substitutions. May the best stallion win.” “Hah! As if.” Dash spit on the ground and adjusted her red baseball cap to point backwards, like a certified Bad Ass Mare Mother-Fucker (or BAMMF). The two ponies stepped up to the painted rectangle in the dirt field. A camera slowly swiveled around, panning through a view of the stadium. Ponies were suddenly there, filling the conveniently placed bleachers with little or no measures taken for their safety should a stray lightning bolt head their way. Dash got out her Ponymon gear to get info on the battlefield. Dirt Arena - A Dirt Arena Length: Fifty feet Width: Fifty feet. A dirt arena. Earth Ponymon are stronger here. Did you really need your Ponymon gear to tell you this? “You can do it, Dashie!” Pinkie yelled from the crowd. She had a giant “Dash #1” foam finger on her hoof. “Alright, Futaloo, time for your big debut,” Dash said to the Ponymon ball. Big Mac stepped up to the line, throwing out his Ponymon ball. Seconds later, Apple Pie appeared. Dash took this opportunity to scan her as well. Apple Pie - The All-American Ponymon WT: 75lbs HT: 34in Type:Earth/Mud Pony When leveled up during incest, Apple Bloom evolves to Apple Pie. While the first evolution maintains the same size, the vaginal wetness is doubled and vaginal capacity is tripled. Her loose, moist folds are known to secrete four gallons of natural lubricant daily. If spotted, please report the Apple Family to Foal Protective Services. “Alright, Futaloo, looks like we have our work cut out for us. Plus, you’re totally gonna get to bang your best friend!” Dash tossed the Ponymon ball out into the arena. Futaloo popped out, and looked back at Dash. “Oh come on! You want me to bang her?” “Apple Pie! Pie! Pie!” She jumped around, giggling, and making a slapping sound with her slippery loose labia. “Yeah, Squirt! You can do it!” Dash cheered. “But the Ponydex said incest! Eww!” Big Mac looked around nervously as Futaloo shouted that out loud enough for everyone to hear it. “I uh. . . Apple Pie, Motorboat!” “Pie!” She sprinted forward towards Futaloo, who was still distracted and arguing with Dash. By the time Futaloo turned around, it was too late. Apple Pie leapt at Futaloo, landing square on her face. She began to wiggle her tits back and forth in Futaloo’s face. Futaloo was powerless to resist the motorboating, as Apple Pie’s teats were at least a BB cup. Her erection began to form as her cock slipped out of its sheath. “Crap!” Dash shouted. “Futaloo, use swipe!” Futaloo promptly slammed her leg into the side of Apple’s head, knocking her into the dirt. “Now, use Cutie Mark Crusader Gynecologists!” Futaloo leapt onto Apple Pie, thrusting her legs inside the gaping pussy. She leaned forward to look inside. “Wow.” As she shouted, the word echoed down Apple Pie’s stretched canal, until finally bouncing back out several seconds later. “Big Mac really did a number on you.” “Apple Pie, use unbirthing!” Big Mac yelled. She slapped Futaloo’s ass, causing her to gasp, and Apple Pie shoved her face-first inside her pussy. Futaloo screamed as the muscular walls clamped down around her shoulders. A loud wet slurping sound was all she could hear as she slid in up to her wings. Dash looked down to her Ponymon gear as if it would hold the answers. She didn’t even want to know what kind of freaky sexual fetish was involved in training a filly to unbirth ponies, but knew that Futaloo would lose if she didn’t act fast. She scrolled down the move list for Futaloo, even checking the Technical Machines and Hidden Machines she had. Unfortunately, it’d only been like two days and her choices were pretty limited. Most of the moves had less than thirty-five power. “Uh, oh! Buzz your wings!” Futaloo began buzzing like a hummingbird, sending vibrations through Apple Pie. “Faster, Futaloo!” It was getting hard for the hermaphroditic filly to breath inside the Apple family’s largest cooch. Futaloo buzzed her wings faster, feeling Apple clench down her muscles around herself. Thankfully, Futaloo was much bigger than her dick, and thus was able to fit inside the gaping pussy. The vibrations ran through Apple Pie’s clitoris, electrifying her spine. With her pussy on autopilot, Apple Pie was helpless. “Apple, use evasion! Double team! Sand attack!” Big Mac shouted. She kicked her legs around in ecstasy, unable to obey her owners commands. Futaloo was running out of air, and her buzzing started to slow. With one last burst of energy, she buzzed her wings. Apple Pie climaxed hard. Futaloo felt something hit her in the face as she was shot out of Apple Pie’s pussy. She landed some twenty feet away, covered in Apple Pie’s marecum. In the middle of the arena, her opponent was sleeping soundly from the thorough fucking she had just received. “Apple Pie, return!” Big Mac held his Ponymon ball up, causing a red laser to shoot out of it and hit his sister-turned-Ponymon in the face. “Money shot!” Pinkie shouted from the crowd. Futaloo stood up, dripping wet head to hoof in marecum. “Gross!” She licked her lips, tasting the apples. “No wait, it tastes like apple pie!” “Gross,” Dash muttered, shaking her head. “Vinyl, I choose you!” Big Mac shouted, striking a pose in case a camera was pointed at him at that very moment. Seconds later, a glossy-white Vinyl appeared in the arena. Her skin looked almost porcelain, her body and abilities heightened when she became a Ponymon. “Uh, Dash?!” Futaloo shouted out. “A little help here?” Vinyl Scratch - DJ Pus3 WT: ?? HT: 48in Type: Unicorn / Wubs The last researcher to attempt to catalog her weight received multiple hairline fractures to his ribs from “wubs”. Since then, researchers have been advised to bring ear-plugs and exercise caution when the DJ is around her equipment. Theorized to have found the “G-Note”, which can make any pony who hears it orgasm. If such an ability exists, it likely is a very rare, overpowered TM, with a 35% accuracy, and a power of over 9,000. “Futaloo, got any earplugs?” Dash shouted. “What?! No, why would I have those?” Futaloo asked. She turned to face Vinyl, not wanting her opponent to get the drop on her. “Vinyl, use the bass cannon!” Big Mac commanded. “Pus-Three!” Vinyl shouted, pulling out a fully function bass-cannon. “Wow, that things big as a house,” Futaloo observed. “That’s no house, it’s a bass cannon!” Dash shouted. “Quick Attack, before it charges!” Vinyl’s magic was quickly plugging the four 110-volt power plugs into the nearest surge protector, connecting the subwoofers to a non-copyright protected bass song, and cranking the dial up to 47. . . out of 10. Futaloo was already on her Scooter, racing towards Vinyl like a filly out of Pedo Bear’s candy store. She flew up into the air, flinging her scooter straight at Vinyl. Vinyl’s eyes went wide as the scooter flew towards her face. She managed to hit the button on the bass cannon, just as it hit and cracked her sunglasses in half. She flew backwards, falling to the ground, as the loudest fucking bass-drop known to pony blasted out of the bass cannon. Futaloo felt it before she heard it, pushing against her internal organs like some sort of fifty-ton wrecking ball. She couldn’t breathe, as she was flung backwards by the low pressure wave. The bass note was so loud and deep that it created a partial vacuum, which collapsed milliseconds later. The secondary explosion kicked up dirt, obscuring Futaloo and Vinyl from view. As the dust settled, the entire orchard continued to rumble. The crowd was going wild, their screaming and cheering nearly drowning out the rogue bass cannon. Seconds later, it fired off towards the crowd. . . ******************************************** The Great and Powerful Trixie was sneaking up towards the stage to watch Futaloo fight. As the only known Futa-pony, and one that could talk no less, she really wanted to steal it. Just as she rounded the corner of the bleachers, a massive sound wave hit her, launching her straight up into the air. “The Great and Powerful Trixie’s blasting off again!” Pinkie gasped in surprise. “Wow, that’s random, and when I’m saying it, you know it’s true!” ******************************************** Futaloo got to her hooves, shakily, and looked over at the bass cannon. Vinyl was limping towards it. “Quick, Futaloo, use double-penetration!” Dash shouted. Her Ponymon slowly limped forward. “Vinyl, use the G-Note!” Big Mac ordered. Dash’s eyes went wide as Big Mac grinned, and slipped ear plugs into his ears. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dash looked around for something to plug her ears with. Vinyl jammed her hoof onto a large red button, conveniently labeled “DO NOT PUSH”. Futaloo cocked her head to the side in confusion as the bass cannon roared to life. A low resonant tone filled the air. Unlike the previous attack, this one could not be heard, it could only be felt. Every inch of Futaloo’s body was vibrating, as the G-Note was actually the resonant frequency of a pony. Instead of making Futaloo explode like those singers that explode wine glasses with their voice, this one made her orgasm. Futaloo, Dash, and a crowd full of a hundred ponies screamed in ecstasy as they shot their semen and marecum all over the dirt. Everypony assembled writhed in ecstasy under the firepower of the G-note. A couple minutes later, Dash had recovered, but Futaloo had not. “G-good work. . . Futaloo.” Dash recalled her to the Ponymon ball. “Looks like it’s up to you, Spa Twins. I believe in you!” Dash tossed out the Ponymon ball, and seconds later two ponies popped out. Big Mac shot them a confused look. “Twins?! That’s got to be against the rules.” He looked down at his Ponydex, and moments later shrugged. “Huh, weird, looks like the rules were updated.” Dash stuck her tongue out at him, then turned to the twins. “Seaweed wrap!” “Drop the bass!” Big Mac yelled. “Puss-three!” “Lotus!” Vinyl used her magic to lift up the bass cannon, and slam it down on Lotus. “Protect!” Dash shouted. Lotus and Aloe swirled seaweed in the air as the bass cannon descended on them, creating an impenetrable barrier that can block one attack before breaking. It protected them from damage, and they charged forward at Vinyl. “Vinyl, use ecstasy!” Mac ordered. She started throwing blue pills towards Lotus and Aloe, but it was not very effective. Lotus accidently swallowed one, but Aloe landed on Vinyl seconds later, wrapping her in the seaweed. Dash cheered and gave the air a brohoof. “Tighter! Then give her a dual horn job / fellatio!” “Lotus! Aloe!” the two Ponymon said. Vinyl squirmed as they tightened the seaweed wrap until she could barely breathe. It was like a corset, only wetter, and sexier. “Vinyl, use mirror shield!” Mac yelled. Vinyl’s horn lit up as Aloe put her lips around it and began swirling her tongue against it. Her mind instantly went blank as pure bliss flooded Vinyl’s mind. Seconds later, she felt a broad flat tongue against her marehood, lapping up every trace of moisture from her pussy. “Good work, keep it up!” Dash shouted. Aloe took Vinyl’s entire horn into her mouth, bobbing up and down on it with her wet lips. Meanwhile, Lotus sought out her clit with her tongue. “Evasion! Come on, Vinyl!” Big Mac commanded. It was too late. Vinyl exploded in orgasm, literally. Her horn shot out a torrent of magic, blasting Aloe backwards. Lotus was luckier, getting only a small squirt of marecum in her face. Big Mac scowled, before returning Vinyl to her Ponymon ball. He then sighed, and tossed it over to Dash. “You win, and since it’s dangerous to go alone, take this.” He walked over and handed her a golden and red apple badge, signifying she had beaten her first gym leader. “Aww yeah!” Dash shouted, doing a backflip. “So what now?” Mac asked. “Oh, I’ve got to head to Dodge Junction and get the gym badge there!” “The buffalo badge? Heh, good luck,” Mac said. “Want me to come with yo—” Dash had already run off towards Dodge Junction, overly excited and wanting to waste no time. Mac shook his head. “Mares, can’t live with them, can’t sexually dominate them year-round.” ******************************************** And now a word from our sponsors: Who is that Ponymon? Canterlot Navy wants YOU! Enlist today at over 4,000 recruiter stations nationwide and get your life on the fast-track to success. 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Do not use near open flames. Contains trace amounts of depleted uranium. Do not use during flight: may interfere with the raising and lowering of the sun. And now back to the show. It’s Colgate! ******************************************** Dash was running down the road heading out of Ponyville when she got to the tall grass. She slowed down, and looked for a way around it. unfortunately, there was a cliff three feet high in front of her: an insurmountable obstacle. She paced back and forth for a few minutes, knowing that the second she stepped in the tall grass, a battle with a worthless wild Ponymon would begin. Sure, it was a random thing, but somehow Dash knew it would happen over and over. Sighing, and with no way over the aforementioned three foot high cliff which definitely could not be stepped, jumped, skipped, flown, or pole vaulted over, Dash stepped into the tall grass. A wild Colgate appears! Go, Futaloo! Dash sighed inwardly. She already had a unicorn, but she decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a spare. She could always trade it to a total stranger as if she were a used toy for a shinier toy. “Futaloo, use bedroom eyes!” Futaloo laid down and batted her eyelashes, widening her eyes seductively. Colgate looked at her, blinking in confusion. The wild Colgate can no longer escape! Colgate used Retreat. It failed! Dash looked down at her Ponydex, realizing she had left it turned on. She disabled it, thus silencing the annoying notifications that kept telling instead of showing. “Futaloo, fuck her brains out!” She leapt forward onto Colgate, trying to thrust her dick into her pussy. Unfortunately, she was frothy and slippery. Colgate continued to secrete used-toothpaste from her pores, making it hard for Futaloo to keep her grip. Dash watched as she pulled out some sort of dental tool and shoved it into Futaloo’s pussy. It vanished inside, and began vibrating wildly. She quickly went erect from the arousing vibrations. Futaloo finally hit her mark and thrust into Colgate, the slippery toothpaste making it much easier. She started to fuck her, when Colgate whipped out the dental floss. Dash shook her head. “Futaloo, retreat!” It was too late. Colgate had already slapped dozens of strands of dental floss around her wings and legs, binding them all to her torso. Colgate then flipped her over and used Futaloo like some sort of living-dildo sex toy. As she bounced up and down on Futaloo, Dash ran over to intervene. She slipped in the toothpaste and fell to the floor. Dash struggled back to her hooves and watched Futaloo losing the battle to orgasm. Colgate, being a wild Ponymon, lacked self-control and orgasmed at the same time as Futaloo. Had these both been wild Ponymon, Colgate would have woken up and left, however there was a Ponymon trainer just feet away. Dash reached blindly into her bag of empty Ponymon balls and pulled one out, throwing it at Colgate. There was a bright red flash and Colgate was sucked inside the Ponymon ball. ******************************************** As Colgate was sucked into the Ponymon ball, her state was changed from wild to capture mode. Her intellect was restored to give her a fighting chance to resist, and choose between life as a wild Ponymon, or life as a trainer’s pet Ponymon. Colgate blinked a few times, realizing she’d been captured. She struggled, kicking against the padded walls around her. Tonight was the big wild Ponymon orgy down at the lake, and all the wild Ponymon were going to have tons of sex. There was no way Colgate would let somepony capture her, and ruin six months of Pony-style unprotected sex in the tall grass! “Let me out, fucker!” she screamed. Bad baby. You do not swear. You do not think. You obey. “I’m not a baby, I’m a wild Ponymon!” She bucked the wall again, her hooves making a dull thud in the padding. No. You are my precious baby. You will spend your months inside of this Ponymon ball, suckling a pacifier, and only leave to service your Mistress, Dash. Colgate shrugged her shoulders. At least she’d been captured by Rainbow Dash. “I. . . well I still don’t want to!” From the void several mechanical arms appeared, puffing baby powder all over her flanks and sliding a cloth padded diaper over her backside. It fit perfectly, more perfectly than any real diaper had a right too, and Colgate moaned from the soft velvety feel against her labia as it was velcroed in place. You’re Dashie’s little baby. You do not think. You obey. “N-no. . .” Another arm flew forward, knocking her to the side. She found herself laying on her back against the padded wall as a pacifier was lowered. A clear fluid was sprayed on the pacifier, and it was then jammed in her mouth. “MmmpH!” You do not think. You only obey. Who is a good baby? Colgate thrashed around as a large swaddling blanket was lowered, and started to wrap her up. She got one final kick against the Ponymon ball, causing it to vibrate. The pacifier in her mouth had been super-glued in place, and she could not spit it out. Worse yet, it seemed the glue was also a powerful aphrodisiac. Already she needed her diaper changed, as she had filled it with minty mare cum. The blanket had completely wrapped her up below the neck, and she felt so warm and sleepy. Who is a good baby? Colgate cooed, and wiggled inside the blanket, quickly losing the will to fight. You only obey. I. . . don’t. . . want. . . The Ponymon ball lowered a rattle, shaking it tauntingly, before pushing it against her marehood. Even through the blanket and moist diaper, Colgate could feel the powerful vibrations. It continued the assault until she orgasmed and her mind blanked. I obey. Good baby. ******************************************** Dash watched the ball as the light flickered on, signaling a catch. “Aww yeah!” She then turned to look at Futaloo, who still had a dental implement stuck inside of her, vibrating madly. Dash tried to pull it out, but couldn’t reach it. She also saw the dental floss was too tight, starting to dig into Futaloo’s skin. “Squirt! Don’t worry, I’ll get you to a Ponymon center!” Dash looked around, spotting Rarity on a bicycle. She leapt out of the bushes, knocking her off the bike and grabbing it. “Sorry, I need this!” “What?! Rainbow Dash! You get back here this instant!” Rarity screamed. Dash tossed Futaloo into the bike’s basket as it began to pour rain. She was already well outside of Ponyville and began racing back. She shouted out to Rarity before she left, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a new one!” She raced down the road, hitting several rocks and three-foot tall cliffs. The bike took a beating, but not nearly as bad as Dash. She hadn’t adjusted the seat, so it kept jamming the padded contoured seat right into her marehood. If Futaloo wasn’t in so much pain, Dash might have pulled over and humped the bicycle seat right then and there. Finally the hospital came into view. Dash grabbed Futaloo, suddenly remembering she could fly, and leapt off the bike. It tumbled forward and fell into ghastly gorge, getting damaged beyond repair. Dash burst inside the hospital, rushing over to Nurse Redheart. “Help! Futaloo was hurt by a wild ponymon!” “Oh dear!” Redheart exclaimed. She grabbed Futaloo and signaled to her assistant. “Delancie, we need help!” A furry pink humanoid Ponymon waddled over. “Q Q! Q Q!” The two raced into the back of the hospital to cure Futaloo. Meanwhile, Dash stumbled over to the chair in the waiting room and fell asleep, exhausted from the bike ride. Author's Note Hail to the king, baby.
