Power

by Crimson Star

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Original Character, Comedy, Sex, Human, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 2522

Power. Often times, it's something you have over others. But where does that power come from, and how do you get it? I know how. As well as six of my friends.

What is power? Where does it come from? I certainly know. The Estrus cycle hits ponies hard. And I'll let you in on a secret. The Estrus Cycle synchronizes with mares who share a deep bond with each other. This is the story of how I learned about that...the hard way. And how I learned about their power, and what it means compared to mine.

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WARNING: Contains the concept of "rape."

Spoilers in the comments below. Read at your own risk.

I have a few more chapters planned. If this is popular enough after those chapters are published, I'll continue it.

Published 2013-08-29 05:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-24 05:45:09 UTC

Applebuck Season

My name is Robin, and I’m a brony.

A little over a year ago, I got transported to Equestria. I don’t know how it happened, but I guess you can consider me one lucky sonovagun. I miss my old life. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great here, and I’m living the dream, but back home, back on my world, my Earth, there are people who missed me. And because of that, I guess I’m feeling homesick. The mane six befriended me easily, but only after I was subjected to various tests that demonstrated only that I’m not that bad a guy. And they’ve been trying to help me adapt ever since.

I got a job around Ponyville as a handyman, doing whatever needed to be done, so long as the pay is right. I’ve worked with just about everypony in Ponyville, so I’ve become a mostly familiar face throughout. And since everypony knows what I do, I’m always asked if I can help fix, build, clean, or do some other odd job for somepony who has the money but lacks the motivation to do what needs to be done on their own. Not that I minded. The pay was always good.

It’s around that time of year, Applebuck Season. The Apple family needed to work hard to harvest the apples for this year. Applejack normally likes to work the orchard on her own, but at the time, I was going through a dry spell with my work. With no source of income, I basically had to offer my services, and negotiate a lower than usual price to have me help. It didn’t matter, the price I sold my services at was just enough to cover the bills, so I couldn’t complain.

I should have known there was something wrong at the time. Applejack was a lot more apprehensive than I thought she would be, and she’s been looking worn out a lot. Perhaps if I had known then what I know now, perhaps if I studied more on Equestrian physiology, then I wouldn’t have found myself in that situation. Now, I’m not a clopper by any means. Ponies just don’t turn me on. I love these mares with whom I’ve made friends, but I mean that in a strictly platonic way. Unfortunately, when their cycles hit, ‘No’ is not an answer.

As I stood out there in the hot, broiling sun of the orchard, I caught my breath. Being that I had nowhere near the strength in my legs a pony like Applejack or Rainbow Dash does, I was using a sledge hammer to knock apples out of the trees. You should see it. It’s like one of those big wooden mallets that guy who smashes watermelons uses. But I digress. As soon as I had the energy, I took the hammer, and swung it as hard as I can, pivoting my entire body, and putting every muscle I had in the swing.

I slammed the mallet in the base of the tree, rattling the entire thing. A plethora of apples fell from the sky above me, and a couple knocked into my head. I had to quickly shield myself with my arms. I hadn’t done this job often enough to get the hang of this, and it showed. As soon as I heard the last apple fall, I reached up to my scalp, and winced. I remember thinking that I was gonna have a couple goose eggs from those apples. I recovered, however. If I didn’t do my job, I wasn’t gonna get paid. That in my still functioning mind, I bent down, and began collecting the apples on the ground, putting them in a basket near the tree.

As I finished gathering up the apples around this particular tree, I saw Applejack, strolling up to me with a tray of lemonade, which in this sun, I was grateful for. I assumed Applejack was just as busy as I was, as she was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed. She took a moment to compose herself, before speaking. "Mighty fine 'a ya to help us 'round these parts, Robin." She told me, as I moved the basket into a nearby wheelbarrow. Something in the inflection of her voice should’ve tipped me off then and there, but I was too tired to care.

I gave her a polite smile, taking one of the glasses from the tray. I gave a quick cheers, before gulping down half the sweet, tangy drink in the glass. After which, I lowered the glass, and actually said something. “No problem, AJ.” I told her, as I looked her over. “I’m glad I can be…” Her body’s threw me off for a second. She was looking at me with inviting “Bedroom” eyes, and her hind legs were twisting together, as if she was rubbing them.

And that’s when it hit me.

“Ah ‘preciate th’ hard work yer doin’.” Applejack panted, eyeing me with hunger. “Why don’t ya’ll come an’ take a break with lil’ ol’ me?” She asked, fluttering her eyelids.

The lemonade dropped from my hand, as an indiscernible liquid dropped from her nethers. She glanced at her flank, following my gaze, and smiled. Turning around Applejack raised her tail, putting her pink slit and pucker on display for me to see, as if she were trying to entice me. “Maybe there’s another job ya’ll kin do fer me, sugarcube.” She said seductively. “Ah need yah. Mah naughty bits ain’t had nuthin’ in ‘em that weren’t made outta rubber since ah began feelin’ mah cycle. Ah’m a bit pent up, and ah’d appreciate a good ruttin’.”

I was battling a bad case of OH GOD WHY BONER at this point. I could never see myself with anyone who wasn’t human. And try as I might, I couldn’t get past that mental barrier. I vividly remember her winking at me, even though both of her eyes were looking at me the entire time. And a thin line of liquid dripped down from between her legs, landing on the ground. I mustered enough dignity to speak, saying only one word. “No.”

Applejack frowned at me, and turned to look at me. “What‘re you on ‘bout? Ain’t yer willy beggin’ fer a little action? Ya’ll cain’t denah a perty thing like me!”

“I can if I’m not into ponies, AJ.” I said, standing firm, and looking away. “I’m sorry. I appreciate that you chose me to be your source of relief, but I’m not at all turned on by yooooowhat are you doing?!” I exclaimed, feeling her unzip my pants with her teeth.

She looked up at me, tearfully angry with my decision. “Ah AIN’T takin’ no ‘fer an answer, Sugarcube.” She told me, shoving me back into the tree with her hooves. “‘Sides, you say no, but lil’ Robin here says yes.” She observed, as her tongue snaked it’s way into my boxers, whipping out my cock.

I felt utterly humiliated. Here I was, about to be raped by one of my best friends. I knew that I couldn’t run, she was as fast as a horse. And I couldn’t overpower her, she knocked trees around on a daily basis. A warmth washed over me from my embarrassment, and it got hot real quick. My Old Spice was working overtime, ‘cause when it gets hot, I sweat. And when I sweat…

I suddenly heard a noise, distant as it was. But it was growing louder, as if the noise was drawing closer. All of a sudden, two buff looking arms from a big angry black man sprouted from the tree behind me, and the noise of a triumphant yell drew ever closer.

"aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"

There was a wood splintering kaboom as something else appeared from the tree above my head. I looked up, and saw my lord and savior, Terry Crews, yelling like a madman. "--AAAAAAAAAAAAAOLD SPICE BODY WASH IS TOO POWERFUL TO LET THIS MARE BE IN HEAT!" He announced, interrupting the pony rape.

Shocked out of her mind, Applejack stumbled backwards, and I scuttle away, as Terry stands to his full height, lifting the apple tree out of the ground by it’s roots, and revealing his massive legs. "M-Mah apple tree!" Applejack shouted in despair.

Terry glared down at Applejack. "OLD SPICE BODY WASH IS THE APPLE TREE!" He declared with the voice of Olympus. In a sudden act of God, all the trees in the orchard suddenly turned into various Old Spice products. Before Applejack could register what was happened, Terry performed a pelvic thrust, shattering thee tree that he sprouted from. A hose appeared from the front of his shorts, spraying Applejack down with a jet of Old Spice Body Wash. The force was so great, that the sex crazed mare slipped and slid along the stream at a speed comparable to Rainbow Dash in an air race. Within minutes, she’d be halfway to Cantterlot.

I sighed in relief, as I stood up, fixing my pants. I looked over at my lord, and bowed. “Praise be to Terry Crews!” I exalted.

He responded with his signature yell. “OLD SPICE ALWAYS HAS YOUR BACK!” The great Terry Crews then hopped up on a tree sized bottle of Old Spice Body Spray, which began to take off like a rocket, stiffly flying across Ponyville, and showering it with it’s heavenly fragrance.

I saluted this true American hero.

Reading Blows

After the incident at Sweet Apple Acres, Twilight invited me to stay with her. I did feel a bit vulnerable, even with Terry Crews watching over me, so I agreed. When I entered, the first thing I noticed was that Spike wasn’t there. I decided to question Twilight about that. “Hey, where’s Spike?” I ask.

“Oh, he got called away on official Canterlot business.” Twilight replied, before giving me a sympathetic look. “I’m really sorry about Applejack, Robin.” She told me. “It must be really difficult for you, right now.”

I shrug. ”It’s not that bad. After all, Terry Crews came to save me.”

She smiles at me. ”Well, you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like.”

I smile at her, and she turns around to work at a desk for a bit. I notice she has some sort of liquid dripping down her leg. For a moment, I panic, but as I observe Twilight, I notice that she seems relatively calm, and not focused on me. She might have herself under control, but I think it might be a good idea to make sure she’s not gonna do anything.

”Uh, Twilight?” I ask. “Is your condition gonna be a problem?”

She looks up at me. “Huh?” She asks, following my gaze, before blushing. ”Oh. Of course not. I’ve taken precautions to make sure that I don’t do anything rash.”

”Precautions?” I ask.

”I’m talking about spells.” Twilight explains. “There’s a barrier spell on the door to the guest room. I put it there myself. Because you’ll always be alone.”

I blink. ”What did you say? That last part?”

She looks at me with a confused expression. ”I said ‘Because I know you’d like to be alone.’”

”Ohhh...kaaay…” I say, before dropping the subject. “What about when I’m walking around?” I ask.

”I have a tranquility spell for that.” She says with a smile. “I’m on one right now, actually.”

“Tranquility spell? Does that, like, keep you calm?” I ask, attempting to confirm my thoughts on the subject.

“Mmm-hmm.” Twilight confirms, as she almost seems to ignore me, going back to her work.

I felt satisfied that I was safe from a sex-crazed mare for a moment, and began to look around the library. At some point, I get a whiff of my own B.O., and wrinkle my face in disgust. I take my body wash I brought with me, and ask Twilight if I can use her shower. She agrees, and I bathe myself. The rest of my day was spent reading books. Nothing special, just random tidbits of knowledge.

***

Night fell on Ponyville, and I yawned, expressing my fatigue. Going to the guest room, I opened the door. I scanned the room to ensure that I was alone, and as soon as I was sure, I stripped, and got into bed. I closed my eyes, and readied myself for a good night’s sleep.

***

I shudder in pleasure as I awaken, feeling something warm but smooth in texture and silky soft around my cock. I look down, and saw a large lump taking up the lower half of the bed under my blanket. Lifting up the blanket, I’m shocked to find Twilight giving me a blowjob, though I suppose I shouldn’t be. I reach down to shove Twilight off of me, but she uses her magic to pin my wrists to the bed, and tie them to the bedposts. “What the hell, Twilight? What happened to ‘I’ve taken precautions!?’”

Twilight grins up at me, as her magic aura encompasses my cock. “Sorry, Robin.” She apologizes shamelessly. ”I couldn’t help myself. I’m just soo~o in the mood, I had to have a male. I lowered the barrier so that we could be together. Isn’t that wonderful?”

As I begin to protest, Twilight returns her attention to my cock, cutting off my thoughts. With one powerful slurp, Twilight coaxed a small jet of pre out of my prick, which Twilight is only too happy to drink down, moaning at the first taste of my seed; this in turn sends wonderful vibrations along my length, coaxing even more pre into Twilight's hungry muzzle.

I don’t want this. I’m not a clopper. Somehow, she managed to give me a boner harder than steel. I think this is disgusting, and I don’t want this to continue. But that doesn’t matter to Twilight, right now. She almost brings me to climax, but she must sense this, as she suddenly stops. Wordlessly, with a sultry smile, she gets ready to mount me, her cunt resting over my cockhead. She takes in a deep breath. ”Mmm...you smell like power.” She tells me in a seductive tone.

”THERE’S A REASON FOR THAT!” Shouts the disembodied voice of Terry Crews.

A book fell on top of me, knocking the wind out of my lungs for a second. The book opened up, and Terry Crews’ fist pops out from the pages, holding a can of old spice body spray. The fist collides with Twilight in an instant, sending her flying through the guest room’s door. A hole appeared in the door in the exact shape of Twilight Sparkle.

Curious, I pick up the book to look at it, and am rewarded by seeing the face of Terry Crews on the open page. He shouts up at me. ”OLD SPICE IS SO POWERFUL, IT MAKES YOU SMELL LIKE POWERRRRRRRRRRR!” Terry carries the note so loudly, and with so much power, the Golden Oaks library rumbles. The vibrations are so great throughout the land, that the tree explodes in a shower of splinters and books.

I’d say today was a pretty good day.