Day 1

Groggily, you awaken from your slumber after being invaded by the commonly occurring nightmare that once again, is shaken off by your stomach bitching to you once more about how, ‘You don’t feed me enough.'

“Shut up stomach, I’ll get to you in a second.”

Your mind is plagued with that strange ‘I've forgotten something that is vitally important’ feeling.

“Hmm, what could I be late for… a date?” You muse.

Your brain answers for the lacking of people around, ‘Doubt it, like you can get a girl.’

‘Okay, umm… a doctors appointment?’

‘There’s no cure for dip-shititis.’

‘Gee brain, you’re a real help today, aren’t you?’

Your brain sneers, ‘It’s a pleasure to be of service.’

Your stomach grumbles to you once more, “You can fuck off stomach, feed yourself for once.” It’s response second time around, was louder, longer, and more painful of any previous grumble that any stomach had preformed before, “Fine, fine, I’ll get up… lazy bitch.”

Managing to fall out of bed, you stumble to the kitchen in a manner most would consider drunk.

Your voice chirps as you look to your stomach and open the cupboard, “Okay stomach, take your pick,”
You gaze at the open cupboard, you find nothing but dust and a rat.

“Fuck!” You slam the cupboard door shut and grab your stomach, “Okay babe, your gonna have to hold on for a little longer whilst I get to Sugarcube Corner, got it?”

Your stomach lightly growls, “That’s my girl.”

As you walk into town in search of Sugarcube Corner on this fine, sunny day, you can’t help but feel as though there is something out of place, something wrong, kind of like there’s a missing piece to a puzzle.

Your first attempts to spot the difference came to no avail. It is impossible to pinpoint where the oddity lies, ‘Is it the severe lacking of stallions around?’ You ask yourself.

Mr Brain decides to finally become of use, ‘No, that’s every day dumbass. You know very well that females out-populate you men at about fifteen to one.’

‘True, is it... screams, shouts and moans echoing throughout the town?’

‘Hmm, must admit, sounds slightly off. Keep thinking along those lines.’

‘The fact that the town smells of… what is that? Sex?’

‘Actually, that’s a good point.’

As your urge to investigate grows, your brain is telling you to go home and stay there. ‘But why brain?’

‘I got a gut feeling.’

‘But you don’t have a gut.’

‘How about I make you have a gut feeling instead?’

‘No need, I’ll be careful, deal?’

‘Deal.’

As you internal debate finishes, you are paid a visit from your friendly neighbourhood Rainbow Dash so, as any friend would do, you give her a casual wave as you pass by.

Her slightly raspy voice rings out behind you in a seductive tone, “Hey hot stuff, wanna play?” Instantly, you whip around, ‘What did she just say!?’

She advances on you, each step she advances forces you creep one step back until your retreat is blocked entrance to sugarcube corner.

You notice as she advances that something seem off, almost as if Rainbow Dash is in some kind of trance, ‘Well done, you made it to sugarcube corner, now what was that about being careful?’

You ignore Mr Brain and shift your attention to your new admirer in a nervous attempt to reason with her.
“O- okay Rainbow Dash, what do you want? All you need to do is ask for something no- anything, and I’ll give it to you.”
Rainbow Dash bit her bottom lip in anticipation, “I think you know exactly what I want.”

“I do?”

You take a moment to examine at her as a whole, her body and posture; limber, face and her eyes; longing. All of these signs point an dissolute feeling: lust.

“Okay, maybe not anything.”

Rainbow Dash begins to advance on you once more.

‘Run.’ You breathe, “Yeah.”

You break into a run, your heart thumping as you look back to see the agile athlete right on you ass, ‘Hmm, trying to outrun a hard-core athlete… smart.’

‘Incoming!’

Your pursuer turns around and jumps on you, dragging you down to the ground by holding your lower torso.
Rainbow Dash raises herself to a sitting position on your body, inching herself up your body until you couldn’t even look down without being buried in the junction between her muscular, shaved legs.

From her advantageous position, she gazed down upon you, “Trust me, your gonna love this just as much as I will.”
Now, of all the times, your stomach gives a cry of pain, ‘Aghh piss.’

“You hungry?” Rainbow Dash presses forwards and positioned herself so your face was pressed against her sporting tights, “I have nice a meal for you.”

Brain decides to give you moral support, ‘Think idiot! How can you delay this?’

“Right, uhh,” You manage to say in a muffled voice, “I am indeed, hungry.” You gasped for air before continuing, “But I'm going to need a bigger meal than this.”

“Glad you see it my way.” She casually replied, lowering herself onto a squirming you, “Don’t squirm,” She said softly, “You’ll feel better you focus on the matter at hand.”

The hand pinning your left shoulder slowly descends your body to your chest, stomach, until she reaches the top of your pants where it begins to borrow.

‘Doing nothing isn’t helping idiot.’

‘I know that assface.’

Your squirms grow more desperate as your manhood grows larger annoying Rainbow Dash even further, “Your making this soo much harder than it needs to be.” She laid her body flat on yours and lowered her tone, “Just sit back and enjoy the pony ride.”

You feel Rainbow Dash’s folds rubbing your member, which due to a natural body reaction, now grown to a more than reasonable size.

Rainbow Dash, sensing that your body was now ready, began to slowly move her body down on yours, taking your pants off in the process, until the tip of your pulsating manhood was rubbing her moist folds making you begin to lose yourself.

“Damn it that feels good.”

Rainbow starts to press down again and you can’t help but to lie there, felling yourself getting harder and harder as your member continues to pulsate.

You feel yourself about to push through her nether regions, to be saved by your inner thoughts, ‘What the fuck are you doing meatsack!? Get out of the pet store, THAT PUSSY AINT FOR SALE!’

‘Yeah, your right’.

You pull back the moment before your manhood enters the lips of paradise. "Ughh, what’s wrong now?” Rainbow Dash sighed.

“I'm, uhh, I… can we do foreplay?” You cough, “You want pleasure, right? Well this makes it better for the both of us.”

‘Wow… real smooth dumbass.’

‘Shut up, like you’re helping.’

By some miracle, your delay plan had worked and you now are a man with a plan. The plan however, you did not like, was not humane and required some touching, fiddling, fondling and close contact and the distribution of pain, but it had to be done.

You soon put your plan into action when Rainbow Dash threw herself onto you and began to ferociously make out with you.

‘Not quite what I meant by foreplay but I can still do this.’

As her hand inched to your pants, yours did to her shirt. You force your hand to burrow under and crawled up her shit until you grasped her breast, triggering an involuntary moan of pleasure from Rainbow Dash.

‘Do it, do it now!’

‘I cant, she's one of my best friends.’

‘You can and you will.’

‘Maybe being raped by her wont be so bad. She’s strong, flexible, drop-dead gorgeous and from what I felt, pretty damn tight.’

‘SNAP OUT OF IT! This is for her. If Rainbow Dash gets pregnant, she’ll be ruined.’

‘Huh?’

‘Do this for her… please.’

‘Brain, that was the smartest thing I have ever heard you say, thank you.’

Rainbow Dash had just finished eating your face and now felt like sausages, “You ready now?”

You hand still clasping her breast, you said, “Yeah, I'm ready.” You slowly inhale, and sigh, “And sorry.”

“For what?”

You gulp, “This!”

‘Now!’

You curse yourself as you pinch Rainbow Dash’s nipple and give it a hard twist, forcing a cry of pain to be released into the world.

Every force Rainbow Dash was applying on your body dissipated giving you an opening, and not the sexual type of opening but the chance for freedom kind. You roll Rainbow Dash off you and sprint for the exit.

You cover your eyes as you burst out of the alley and into the main street, struggling to put you pants back on. Desperate to gain as much distance between you and Rainbow Dash as possible, you sprint down the road, turn left after two blocks and take a seat on a park bench in the town hall.

Lightly panting from your run, you cant help but think, ‘What, the, fuck!?’

You take a breath, ‘Why would Rainbow Dash, of all people, attempt to rape me in an alley, I mean, come on! She’s obviously a, well, a lesbian so why go for a man, and why me?… unless.’

You know now, you re-read the signs and you understand now; the screams and shouts are from men, and the only moaning you heard was the high-pitched note of a female.

‘That time of year has dawned upon us once more.’

For seven full days, once a year, every single woman that is of age in Ponyville is in heat and all the men can do is either run or enjoy the ride, as it so happens, now is that time.

‘Well that explains Rainbow Dash’s struggle snuggle with me.’

You quietly mumble to yourself, your voice quivering, “Meaning that going into the town square,” a shiver runs down your spine, “Was a very, very bad move.” You dare a peek at the masses of ladies swarmed around you, ‘Yeah, I would have taken Rainbow Dash over this any day.’

‘But you didn’t.’

‘Thanks to your wise words.’

‘Just get us out of here idiot.’

“Fuck me!” You roar out of frustration as you begin an all out sprint down the street.

You notice that the whored seemed to scream in delight at the sound of your voice ‘Nice one genius, saying ‘fuck me’ to the people that want to rape you.’

‘Yeah, that was pretty dumb.’

‘Glad you see it my way.’

‘I have an idea.’

You dare a peek behind you and examine the crowd of rapists, noticing something peculiar, you ask brain, “Are some of them… rubbing themselves while they run? …wow.”

‘Yeah… wow. Now do you have an idea or what?’

Yes, you have another devious plan and put it into action immediately. At the top of your lungs, you shout out, “I HAVE GENITAL WARTS!”

The entire front row of the whored coughed, gagged, and screamed, making them trip over each other.

Your plan had worked better than expected, the entire crowd behind them tripped over the body of their fallen allies, slightly resembling an accident from Tour de France and NASCAR except it was more like a mosh pit.

Allowing yourself to laugh at the scene you created, you run for another five minuted before deciding to take refuge in the library thinking it may be possible to find a reason behind these yearly occurrences.

Whilst you are rummaging through books, a boyish voice makes you jump, “Hello?”

“Oh Spike, its only you.” You say, relieved when you see the fourteen year old wearing his love heart apron. Due to the situation, you restrain from laughing.

“Can I get you anything? Tea? Cake?”

“A book.”

“Any book in-particular?” He inquired.

“Yeah, something along the lines of… yeah, don’t tell Twilight this but I honestly can’t be bothered to think of a better way to put it right now, but something along the lines of ‘horny chicks’.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You see that Spike is having no luck finding such a book so after a couple of minutes you call out from the sofa, “Try, ‘Female Anatomy’.”

“Oh, that one’s on the bench in front of you.” He called back.

“How convenient.” You mutter, deciding against questioning why the book had been there, you pick up the book and begin to read while Spike goes upstairs to continue his search for your original request.

While reading some relevant material, you hear shouting from upstairs. The voices are too muffled and distant for you to determine whom it is or even what gender they are.

Spike soon returns with a book, “Here’s the book you wanted, well… it’s a magazine but I think it’s what you want.”

“Thanks.” A thought lingered in your mind, “Hey Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“Where’s Twilight?”

“Upstairs, Why?”

You can’t believe your ears, “Why? What do you mean, why? Don’t you know what’s happening outside?”

He cocked his head slightly, “What’s happening outside?”

“I cant believe-” You remember the passage you read while Spike was upstairs.

“Spike, read this.” You open the book to the page and point him to the passage.

He read for a few minutes as you listened, finally he finished up, “-meaning only males can succeed in fulfilling their sexual desires.”

“However, if these desires do not get relieved, females will turn to a primitive state, resorting to rape and other such things to accomplish their new goal. Many forget they have wings or magic however, it is believed that this could be the brain’s way to stimulate some physical contact. A final note, as this time goes on, their desire to be bred continues to grow so it would be best to avoid women that are ‘under the weather’.”

He closed the book, “What does this have to do with anything?”

“That’s happening here in Ponyville right now, except with every single girl.”

“Oh.” Spike rubbed his chin, “That explains why Twilight was acting all…” His voice drifted off.

“She was acting exactly how you want Rarity to act towards you?” You deadpan.

“Yeah…” He sighed dreamily, his mind slipping off into a void, only to return when he realized what he had said, “No! Its just
that- I mean-”

You cant help but chuckle at his attempts to cover up his feelings for Rarity, “Relax, you little player, I didn’t come here to pick on you,” You open the magazine without looking, “I only need information.”

“Okay, let me just…” You look down at the magazine and notice the lacking of words, but it was mostly just pictures of women participating in some questionable activities.

“Well, what does it say?” Spike says while trying to read over the top of the magazine.
Ignoring Spike, you mutter, “Why would Twilight have a porno magazine?”

“What?”

Talking to nobody in particular, you lightly laugh, “Well what-do-you-know, Twilight is a les-“

‘Oi! You cant tell Spike that she’s a lesbian! It would scar him for life.’

‘Well... she did attempt to ravish Spike. She bi you reckon?’

‘Who gives a shit, in your hand is a porno and Spikes trying to read it.’

“Okayyy.” You slam the porno shut, “nothing in here is of use, let’s get going before we-”

Much to your annoyance, Spike cut you off, “Hey, about before, I really don’t see what’s so wrong with all that physical contact stuff.”

“…what?” You stare at him, utterly befuddled as to what he was talking about.

“About… the physical contact? You mean the rape unwanted pregnancies? That’s just what happens to the women that manage to claim a prize, guys that get dominated can have their seed leeched so bad they suffer from dehydration, cock burn/ bleed and all other kinds of penal problems. Is there nothing wrong with that?”

Finishing your speech, you take notice of Spike, who now, was shaking where he stood with wide eyes, “I- I-“

You realise that you may have been a little hard on him, “You didn’t know, but now you do so lets get moving before Twilight gets down here and finds me.”

As if on queue, the door was slammed shut and the blinds closed rejecting any light that attempted to enter the room.
Twilights voice rings out through the darkness in a seductive tone, “Somebody call?”

You chunter, “Aghh balls.”

Twilights voice rang out again, “Hmm… well, I'm a librarian and I seem to have noticed that somebody has an overdue book. I assume that’s why you’re here so that’ll be ten bits.”

“Wha- I don’t have ten bits… how’d you even remember that?”

“Oh?” She let out a light giggle, “Your book’s overdue and you can’t pay me. At least, not with bits anyways.” A hot breath tickles the back of your neck making you shiver.

‘Wow… she’s roleplaying?’

‘No, I believe it’s, ‘Wow, she’s roleplaying and she’s still getting the better of you.’ You’re dumber than I thought.’

‘What if I beat her at her own game like I did with Rainbow Dash?’

‘It only worked on Rainbow Dash because she is really, really stupid. I doubt it will work on Twilight so don’t expect any miracles.’

‘Okay, forget the plan then.’ You clear your throat, “Uhh, Twilight? How exactly am I supposed to pay you back?”

Twilight had snuck up behind you and gave you a quick nip on the ear forcing you to yelp, however when you look around there is nothing but darkness.

‘Yeah, that isn’t happening.’

A strange feeling began to surge inside you; it was a strange mixture between rage and fear, but any fear that you had dared to feel for the bookworm quickly by rage, “Twilight!”

Light burst into the room illuminating it as the window covers rise again by the will of Twilight’s magic.

She sighed, “I’m getting the feeling that you don’t want to do this.”

You deadpan, “You mean have sex with a princess?”

“Yeah…” She blushed, “…that. All I want now is to know is why not?”

“Okay, before this conversation takes a turn for the worse and I offend you, let me just say that is isn’t your looks, personality or prestige, ‘cause all that, I would want to change. The only reason I'm not on the floor with you now is because you don’t really want to have sex with me.”

Twilight just stood there quizzically, trying to make sense of what you were saying before finally speaking up, “…I don’t get it.”

“Think about this, why do you want to ‘make a little Prince or Princess’ with me now.”

“Because when I came downstairs and saw you I – I felt… alive, and when I saw you I got… horny,” She was blushing furiously by this point, but continued “I got all wet and wanted you to-“ She stopped herself before she delved too deep in thought.

“Listen Twilight,” You walk up to her and grab her shoulder, “You know as well as I do as to why you want me. You know that you don’t truly want to…” You clear your throat, “to fuck me.”

You walk to the door and slightly open it before looking to Twilight and saying, “How about this, if you wanna ‘do it’ then see me next week and I’d be happy to oblige.”

You wink at her forcing a blush from her before something else crosses your mind, “Spike, your coming with me,” You look at a cherry-faced Twilight, “For safety purposes.”

“U-uhh… okay?”

The adolescent cautiously took up a position behind you and made ready for your departure.

So the two of you set out onto the road and formulate a plan. After a mutual agreement, the two of you decide that fending a source of food needs to be priority number one.

With your newfound companion, you set off to sugarcube corner once again filling in the sexual neophyte on the basics. However, you can’t help but feel as though you two are not the only ones around, be the stranger either a man or woman, you stay on your toes.

After another five minutes or so, Spike was jumping for joy, “Yay! We’re here!”

“Oi!” You hiss, “Keep it down, we’re here for the cupcakes then we can leave.”

Spikes eyes met his feet, “But can’t we stop and say hi to Pinkie Pie.” He stopped for a moment before giggling slightly at his rhyme.

“Oh yeah.” Your eyes roll, “Let’s say hi to Pinkie so she can make mini Pinkies with us. What a great idea.”

“Okay, geez. You don’t need to be so rude about it.”

You slowly open the creaking saloon styled doors to Sugarcube Corner in an attempt to fill the bottomless pit that is your stomach.

Through the darkness, shines an digital clock which reads, ‘6:17p.m’, you gently whisper to Spike, “It’s getting late, just grab some food so we can get out of here, I’ll watch the door.”

“Alright,” Spike gulped, “Here I go.” He crept into the darkness though still knowing exactly what was where due to his frequent visits. ‘Only Celestia knows what those two get up to.’

‘Hey asshat. Watch the door like you said.’

‘Oh joy, your back.’

‘I never left.’

‘Please do.’

‘I'm your brain, if I left then your body would become a potato and die, idiot.’

‘If you’re my brain then by calling me an idiot you’re actually calling yourself an idiot, idiot.’

‘That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all day.’

‘Why thank you.’

‘No, thank me.’

You grip your hair out of frustration, ‘Ughh, your infuriating.’

‘No, you are.’

“Heeeeeelp!”

‘Shit.’ You call out to Spike, “Hang on, i'm coming.”

Multiple female voices squealed at the sound of yours.

“Isn’t that wonderific?” A strangely familiar voice rang out in a singsong tone, “He’s cumming!!!”

You hear the rumbling sound of footsteps crashing down the numerous hallways, ‘Think fast, how can I save Spike?’

‘Perhaps a decoy strategy as you have done with your previous encounters.’

‘Yeah… maybe.’ You look around the darkened room, praying for something to spark innovation for an ingenious plan, ‘I got it.’

‘I know what you’re going to do and it’s the least imaginative thing I have ever heard of, it’ll invigorate the predators which attempt to seek you out, so good luck.’

You concentrate for a moment allowing you to muster a yell loud enough to shake the walls, “Spike! I’ll meet you back in the library!”

Feeling a tug of anxiety, you head behind the counter and allow yourself to be adsorbed into the shadows, playing to any divine being that the emotional rapists will take the bait and go to the library.

‘Shit, here they come,’ The anxiety growing worse and worst with each passing second as streams of bodies flood out of the building and onto the street.

You exhale, quickly but ever so quietly close the front door and set off to maintain Spikes virginity.

-Elsewhere-

The captain of the Royal guard stood tall as he commanded his troops during an… unusual assignment, “No, I said bookshelves, tables then chairs! Our mages can’t keep the Princesses asleep forever and we need to be ready for when they rise.” The guards took the chairs away from the near ceiling-high door and proceeded to replace them with tables.

He shouted out to his small company whilst they slaved away, “Hear that? The princesses are not to leave their quarters. If we succeed then I'm granting double pay and a round of drinks on me, if not… well then you can enjoy the company of our princesses.” The last part forced a wholehearted laugh from some of the more decorated soldiers, and a blush from the rookies amongst them.

‘Damn it,’ Thought resentfully, ‘I should be at home enjoying Cadence, not sealing the Princesses away.’ He pushed through his feelings and continued on his mission, even though that deep down in his heart he knew they would fail.

Author's Note

Aaaaand cut! Thats a wrap people.
So, as in the description this is my first story so I would appreciate constructive criticism though I have all my fingers crossed you enjoyed it.
This was inspired by the first few chapters of a manga called 'Girls of the Wild's' for anyone who is wondering, (http://mangafox.me/manga/girls_of_the_wild_s/c000/1.html)
I hope you enjoyed and I will make haste to post another chapter soon.
Oh, and I know that I used the word 'Penal' out of context but it kinda fits so it stays.