Horny Unicorn and Flustered Feathers

by ManyNames

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Original Character, Sex, Random
Length: 4218

You're a lone mare in the library when a strange stallion decides to try to "surprise" you.

You are a pegasus mare who finds herself alone in Twilight's library. A unicorn stallion you've never met before decides to pay you a visit and try to surprise you. But will he get what he wants? Or will you end up having things go your way?

You see that "Mature" rating? Yeah, it's there for a reason. It's that kind of "surprise".

Published 2013-09-19 03:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-19 03:50:02 UTC

A Horny Unicorn and Flustered Feahers

You sit at one of the desks in the town library, contently reading a book on your favorite subject. Twilight and Spike are gone to spend the day with their friends. She asked, practically begged you to watch her home while they were out. You assured her that it would be no problem and that you had been trying to make time to catch up on your reading anyway. So far you have remained uninterrupted by anypony, but that’s fine. You like being alone and are happy to continue reading for the rest of the day in silence.

You become engrossed in your book, and you don’t hear the door open or the hoofsteps that are making their way towards you. You don’t notice anything until you feel a hoof tap you on the shoulder and a questioning voice, “Hi, are you the librarian?”

Being the easily startled mare that you have always been, you reflexively shout out in surprise and turn around, hitting the stallion’s face with your hoof in the process. He lets out a shout of his own, but this one in pain.

“What the heck was that for!?” He yells, rubbing his now-sore muzzle with his hoof. You put your own hooves over your gaping mouth. You get up to apologize, but trip and fall, hitting your head hard on the corner of the desk. As everything starts to go black, the smirking stallion comes into view and his voice echoes in your ears as you make your way into unconsciousness. “Well, you just made this a whole lot easier.”

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The world slowly comes back to you as you begin to wake up with a sharp pain in your head. You’re lying alone on your side on the floor of a dark, windowless room. You try to stand up, but you find your back hooves tied together and your front ones tied behind your back. You roll over and flap your wings, flying around the room, trying to find a way out.

Suddenly, a bolt of blue magic strikes you and your wings are forced closed and your entire body other than your head is paralyzed as the same blue magic levitates you to the ground, gently placing you on your stomach. The same unicorn stallion from the library continues his way through the door and walks towards you. You stare at him in panic as he smiles at you.

"Well, hello there. It seems we got off on the wrong hoof. What with you hitting me in the face and all..."

“It’s your own fault for sneaking up on me like that. Don't you think tying me up is a bit much for something I can't help?" you snarl back while trying to glare at him despite your still fuzzy mind. You give up and let your head flop to the floor with a grunt.

He remains silent, almost lost in thought as his eyes look up and down your outstretched body. He suddenly turns around and walks out of the room, but isn’t gone for long. When he returns, he turns on the light and you spot a riding crop in his magical grasp. He looks back and forth between your horrified expression and his chosen tool.

He gently puts the short whip on the ground and levitates you again, tying your wings against your body, then unparalyzes you. “There, now you’ll be able to feel it.” He chuckles as he magically takes hold of the crop again, swinging it back and forth and states, “So, let’s see if some sense can be knocked into you.” He walks around behind you, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of your pink coat-covered backside. You start to struggle, trying to escape, but he takes your rear in his enchanted grasp to hold it still. He readies his weapon, and swings.

SMACK! The crop makes contact with the right side of your flank, leaving a red mark and causing the flesh to ripple as you scream out in pain. He smiles at the sound of your agony. The stallion prepares his device again, and takes a slap at the left side this time.

WHACK! You cry out in pain again, his smile growing even larger. You turn to scowl at him. “Ugh, who are you and what do you want with me, anyway?"

He winks at you and answers, "I just wanted a bit of fun. And how about you call just me Master for today?"

“What am I, some dog?” you reply, scoffing.

"No, you’re much more than that, I'd just rather you didn't know my name." He gently places his left forehoof on the red mark on your left flank and slowly runs it up your rear and across your back. You quickly turn and snap at his hoof, trying to bite it. You miss and roll over onto your back, pinning his forelimb underneath you.

The stallion smiles as he pulls his hoof out from under you and calmly says, “Oh, you just did me a favor, I was going to flip you onto your back anyway." He lies down next to you and continues, “The more you struggle the more unpleasant it will be, unfortunately for you."

You roll away from him, trying to do anything to escape, but you soon run into the wall with a thud. A blue aura appears around his horn and you can feel yourself being dragged back towards him by your tail. The stallion flips you over onto your back again and lies on top of you to hold you in place, then lowers his head down and softly groans in your left ear. You struggle and try to force him off of you. Seeing that failing to work, you bite down on his left ear which is next to your face.

He doesn’t even flinch as he says, “If you don't let go then even worse things will happen." You think about this for a moment, then release your grip on his ear, but still hold it in your mouth, just in case.

He grins and responds, "There we go." You can feel his member getting larger against your stomach. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes in horror, his ear slipping out of your grasp. You start struggling and fighting against him again, only to have him answer in a singsong voice, "If you struggle it will only stimulate it with the movement, increasing the size."

You stop moving and turn your head to glare at the stallion, seeing him grinning down at you. He then closes his eyes and places his lips against yours. He forces your mouth open and shoves his tongue inside, exploring the inside walls of the cavity as he moans. You jerk your head to the side and spit in his face as you growl, “Do that again and I’ll bite your tongue off.”

He licks the saliva from his muzzle and stares back at you as he calmly says, “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to put my tongue inside you somewhere else.” He begins to lick your neck and slowly makes his way lower and lower down your body and over and past your stomach, then stops to gaze into your eyes, a smirk on his face. You glare back and hit his chin with your knee.

“Ahh!” he shouts in pain, then uses his forehooves to hold down your legs and runs his tongue even lower, over your clit. You try to stifle a scream as your body spams from the sensation. He groans as he puts his mouth around the sensitive area, sucking and moving his wet tongue over it. This time you are unable to suppress the scream as you begin to twist and flail your body, trying everything to get the stallion off of you. He opens his maw even wider and runs his tongue in between your folds of flesh.

Seeing no other option, you suddenly slam your legs on either side of his head, locking it in place and leaving him unable to move his head back for precious oxygen. You hear muffled shouts as he tries to escape, but the sounds and the movement soon stop and you see that he has passed out.

You unlock your legs from around his head and shove him backwards, then roll away. You begin working at the ropes, trying to wriggle your hooves out of them while still looking around the room for a way out. After finally managing to get the ropes from around your hooves, you attempt but are unable to reach the bindings on your wings. You see the door and run towards it, only to find it locked.

Hearing him groan as he begins to wake up, you turn around, franticly looking for somewhere to hide. Seeing nothing, you turn to face him, fear in your eyes, but ready to do whatever necessary to protect yourself. He tries to grab the ropes, but he is clearly weak and unable to reach them, even with his magic. You remain unable to move out of fear, but still stand your ground, watching him closely.

He gives up attempting to reach the ropes and lies back down face up. His head turns towards you with a weak smile and whispers, "I won't let you out of here if you just keep trying to escape, you know. But, if you make me happy, then I'll probably set you free."

You remain still aside from lowering your head, as if preparing to charge. Through gritted teeth, you ask, “And how, exactly, do I go about doing that?"

He gives out a small chuckle as he answers, “Well, the door is locked from the outside, so the only way of opening it is with my magic, which is quite weak at the moment. So, I guess it all depends on how you treat me.”

You think for a moment, considering threatening him, only to realize that if you did end up killing him, which wouldn’t be too hard in his current state, you would be left trapped in the room with no other way out. You stubbornly realize that you only have one option. You stand up straight and walk towards him as he watches you. When you reach him, you lean your head down and give his horn a small, teasing lick.

The stallion smiles and softly moans as his eyes close and his body relaxes. You slowly run your tongue from the base of his horn to the tip, then continue to repeat the action. He groans again and out the corner of your eye you see his length begin to grow once more. You swirl your tongue around his horn, then take it in your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down at a slow and steady pace.

He exhales deeply and says, “Sooo good. But it's gonna take more than that to convince me, though.” You begin to both bob your head and continue wildly swirling your tongue at an increasingly quicker rate. His horn begins to glow a bright blue and creates sparks that bounce around inside your mouth. Despite the slight but noticeable pain from the magical shocks, you begin pumping your head even faster. You make the mistake of glancing over at his member, which is now at its full length. He notices you glimpse at it and groans out with a grin, “Oh, that feels good, but I think I'd rather you give my other horn a lick now.”

With a glare and a snort, you remove your mouth from the stallion’s horn and move to position yourself to stand over his body, two hooves on either side. You lower yourself until your stomach is putting just enough pressure on him to feel it on his member. After making sure that you’re well-balanced, you take one forehoof and angle his head so that you’re still able to reach his horn with your mouth. You then wrap your mouth back around the horn, and begin rocking back and forth, simultaneously bobbing your head on his horn and grinding his girth between both of your stomachs.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" He wraps his forehoofs around your back and adds more force to the movement. The end of his length starts to get wet and makes both of your coats sticky. You can feel the veins in his shaft pulsing against your stomach. You gasp and almost fall from the surprise of suddenly being pulled closer to him, but once again start your rocking and pumping, increasing the speed of both movements.

His breathing quickens as he quietly says, "This is sooo good." He removes his forelimbs from around you and continues, "Please, just put it inside you. It’ll feel great for the both of us." You lightly bite his over-sensitive horn in protest, causing him to slightly twitch in pain, then continue your actions at an even faster pace. He slightly frowns and asks, “Why don't you want to? It’s better than my horn. It would be great inside of you while you suck my horn. Or just suck it by itself." He nods his head in sync with the bobbing of your own head and continues, “Just keep in mind that your freedom is in my hooves.”

With another, harder bite at his horn and a sneer-accompanied grunt, you stand up, carelessly letting his head fall to the hard floor in the process. You then move yourself so that you are now positioned opposite of how you were just a moment ago. You give his length a gentle stroke with your hoof and then turn your head towards him. "Now, finish what you started," you stubbornly say as you shove your nether region closer to his face and continue, "and I'll finish down here." You stroke his member again with a bit more force.

The stallion’s eyes widen in amazement then close as he places his muzzle over your sensitive button-like nub once again and sucks and runs his tongue over it, harder than before. He places his forehooves on the inner side of each of your thighs and pushes them apart to reveal more of your increasingly wet insides. With a small squeak emanating from your mouth, you begin to concentrate on rhythmically rubbing the full length of his member with both of your hooves.

He moans as he moves his hooves closer to the inner side of your thighs, closer to your moist flesh. He then spreads your folds to reveal the opening in between them. Slowly, he moves his mouth down from your clit and in line with the folds. He licks your wet privates as he buries his muzzle deeper and deeper in between your folds. His tongue goes even deeper inside you.

You gasp and slightly groan, letting your lower region relax more. You then begin to massage his length with more vigor than before, giving it an occasional teasing lick. He moves his tongue around inside you, your wetness dripping on it. He moans in contentment at the taste. He places his forehoof on your pleasure button and starts to rub it while his tongue continues licking your moist insides. You begin to moan as you simultaneously rub one hoof down the side of his length that is facing away from you and lick up the side facing towards you. When both hoof and tongue reach their respective end of his member, you reverse it, starting a pattern of alternating up and down on both sides.

He groans loudly as he feels you going to work on his shaft. Every time you lick closer to the tip he moans and you can feel it pulse. He takes longer and deeper licks of your insides while he rubs your clit at an ever increasing speed. He then begins to stroke the base of your tail with his other hoof. Your moans increase between your loud gasps and your back legs give small spasms as his tongue caresses your inner region. You try to concentrate on the actions of your hoof and tongue, and begin to massage and lick in time to the pulse. The stallion moans louder in sync with you and his breathing gets heavier. He stops stroking the base of your tail and your nub. He takes his wet, dripping tongue out of you and begins to run it over your clit, in between your folds, and up the base of your tail.

Your wings reflexively begin to strain against the ropes that are keeping them closed as you give you a protesting nip on the tender skin of his lower stomach. You then focus your tongue on the tip of his length while both forehooves stroke the rest of it, still in time with the pulsing. Your loud moaning causes your tongue to vibrate against his girth.

He gives all of your nether region one last big lick before he asks you with a groan, “Can you just try to extend your back legs and hover your plot in the air please, so you’re not pressing on me?" Still focused on your current actions, you put pressure on your hind legs and tremblingly lift your lower weight off of him as your wings strain even harder at the ropes to the point where it's becoming painful. He sees that the bindings are causing you pain, so he loosens them with his weak magic and they fall to the floor. He positions his head and puts the rounded tip of his horn in between the folds of moist flesh and says, "Okay, you can relax your legs again now."

You remove your forehooves from his length and use them to balance yourself, then slowly let your lower region slip onto his horn. Your newly-freed wings reflexively flare out to their full extent as you throw your head back with a loud gasp which quickly turns into a long, drawn-out moan. You instinctively begin to rock back and forth, grinding your over-sensitive insides against his horn, your wings growing stiffer with each movement.

The stallion gyrates his head back and forth rhythmically with your movements. Your inner region engulfing his whole horn. You can feel your folds press against his forehead every time you slip to the base of his horn. Your juices slowly ooze over his face. All that can be heard is the sound of groans and the slapping when we connect. His horn begins to glow neon blue which illuminates the room every time it’s not completely inside you. Your moanings soon turn to soft screams as you finally gain control of your wings and continue the rocking of your hips. You lower your upper body and bring your wings in front of you and use their soft feathers to once again stroke his member.

He twists his head even faster, angling it so that his horn is rubbing the bottom of your privates, its ridges stimulating your most sensitive spot. Your fluids leak into his mouth, and he savors the taste. Your screams become even louder and your wings start to spasm. You lean farther down and take as much of his girth in your mouth as you are able, wildly swirl your tongue around it a few times, then slowly slide your lips to almost the top, then back down. You continue to repeat the action, increasing the speed each time. He groans loudly and puts his forehooves on each side of your flank to steady himself. The pulsing of his member increases in intensity. He moves his hips off the ground, up and down repeatedly, shoving his shaft deeper into your mouth.

Surprised by the sudden bucking of his hips, you flap your wings a few times to regain your balance, and some of the feathers brush against his sensitive underbelly in the process, causing him to jerk. You then continue pumping your head at an even faster rate, occasionally pausing to moan or scream, sending vibrations from your mouth to his length. The pulsing in his member increases even more and he distraughtly shouts, "Hnggg, I think I’m going to cum!" He closes his eyes and keeps rotating his head, horn still fully penetrating your inner parts. The muscles inside you begin contracting against his horn.

You’re finally pushed over the edge and your whole body begins to wildly spasm as you climax, your screams of pleasure stifled by his girth which is still in your mouth. You have no control over your body as you ride it out, your warm inner fluids flooding out and onto the stallion’s head. For a moment nothing else exists. Nothing but the pure euphoria that is happening inside of you. As it comes to an end, the spasms slow and your body droops down, leaving you just lying there on top of the stallion’s body. After it's all over, you make no movement other than the occasional small spasm of some random limb or wing, and the heaving of your chest as you pant heavily, sending hot air onto his member which is still halfway in your gaping mouth.

Your inner liquids rapidly trickle down the stallion’s face and over his closed eyes. He shouts out as his member shoots a hot stream of his own fluid inside your mouth, covering the walls of the cavity. He takes one large inhale, exhales, then relaxes his whole body, his horn slipping out of your hot, dripping privates. His head lies on the floor with his eyes closed. With your own eyes still closed, you swallow the sticky substance inside your mouth, but make no other movement other than your continued heavy panting.

As you lie there motionless, your panting slows and you are soon able to breath normally again. You begin to hear soft snoring coming from behind you. You lift your head and turn around to see that he has fallen asleep underneath you.

You shake your head and mutter, “Typical…” You slowly raise yourself up off of him and take to the air. You silently fly over to the door, surprised to find it now unlocked. You look back once more at the still unknown stallion, smirking, then quietly let yourself out, relocking the door behind you. You find yourself at the bottom of a set of stairs, and realize that you never even let the library, you were simply taken to the basement.

Confidant that he’ll be out for a while, you fly to the upper level of the library home and head towards the bathroom. After you finish thoroughly cleaning yourself, you realize that Twilight and Spike will be home soon. You quickly make a few preparations and then settle back down with your book, awaiting the lavender unicorn’s return.

You hear the front door open and look up to see Twilight Sparkle entering with her baby dragon assistant fast asleep on her back. You put the book back in its proper place and make your way towards the pair.

Upon seeing you, Twilight’s tired eyes light up and she quickly closes the gap between the two of you, a smile on her face. “Thank you so much for watching the library while we were out today,” she whispers, trying to avoid waking Spike.

“It was nothing,” you respond with a wave of your hoof. “Oh, and after you put that little guy to bed,” you nod towards the sleeping dragon, “you might want to go downstairs and inspect your basement. Just be sure to do it quietly.” You fly through the door and off in the direction of your own home, leaving a confused looking Twilight behind you.

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Having tucked Spike into his bed, Twilight Sparkle makes her way down to her basement. Upon her arrival, she discovers a letter stuck to the door. She takes it in her magical grasp and begins to read it.

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

Behind this door lies a sleeping stallion. Earlier in the day he tried, well, surprise me. You can ask him to share the story when he wakes up, which may be a while. Before he does awake, you should probably restrain him, and I would suggest putting some type of magic-inhibitor on him. Preferably a very uncomfortable one. Oh, and if he ever, well, needs me, then just send a letter my way and I’ll be right over. ;P

Twilight quietly unlocks the door and opens it to see a passed out, snoring unicorn stallion. She illuminates the room in a soft magical glow to get a better view. A riding crop is laying in one of the corners of the room, and pieces of rope are scattered about. He is covered in different types of liquid substances. As the smell hits her, Twilight’s eyes widen as she quickly and silently closes and relocks the door. The lavender mare makes her way back up the stairs and calls out as she climbs another set of stairs to her room, the letter still in her magical grasp.

“Spike! Would you happen to know what a semicolon directly followed by an uppercase “P” means?”