The Futaloo in the Tear of Space/Time

Written By: Your Antagonist

"Sweet mother of raptor-mounted justice," was all Your Antagonist had time to say before a salvo of knuckles erupted from his energy-cock and destroyed the very fabric of space-time. When the dust finally cleared, Your Antagonist was shocked to find that where his computer once stood, an inter-dimensional rift had taken its place. However, despite the violation of quantum physics staring him in the face, it was not the tear itself that intrigued Antagonist, but rather what lay within.

The visage of Futaloo penetrating a marshmallow which had only moments ago been mere artistic fantasy, was now anything but. Antagonist swallowed as he watched Sweetie Belle gently ease herself down on Scootaloo's throbbing member, the unicorn's juices freely cascading down the rigid cock. He could see Scootaloo's teeth grit in order to cope with the overpowering tightness of her best friend as she took the pegasus all the way to the hilt.

Sweetie Belle having completely enveloped Scootaloo within herself, smugly glanced down and giggled at the strained expression on her friend's face. This was only the beginning. Planting her hooves on her partner's chest, Sweetie Belle balanced herself upright and proceeded to raise her flanks upwards at a tortuously slow rate. Every inch that she ascended elicited a twitch from the cock within her, as though it were begging for the embrace of her pussy once again. She only too happy to oblige as she slammed her flank back down.

Scootaloo's head whipped back from the sudden sensory overload, and she could only chew her lower lip to cope as Sweetie Belle went for a repeat performance. This time however, she didn't just up and slam herself back down. She took her tie with the descent, reveling in every carnal sensation as she grinded down the shaft.

A glance at Scootaloo revealed the stimulation to be too much for the pegasus as evidenced by a steady trail of drool on the corner of her mouth. Sweetie Belle merely giggle and leaned forward, licking up the stream as she worked her hips in a steady rhythm. Without word or warning, she seized Scootaloo's lips with her own and began exploring the inside of her mate's mouth with a curious tongue.

Scootaloo's face grew flush as she surrendered to the pleasures of another mare's body and allowed herself to become little more than Sweetie Belle's fuck toy. Between the wet smack of flank on hip and Sweetie's tongue massaging and caressing her own, the pegasus just couldn't keep up.

"Ngh!" She winced as another more powerful jolt shot through her cock. "Sweetie Belle, I'm close! I'm gonna-"

Sweetie Belle hushed her lover with a hoof. "Go ahead."

Scootaloo, having been set off by those sultry words driven by sheer impulse, seized Sweetie Belle in a tight embrace and began pounding into the unicorn at a ferocious pace. For her efforts she was rewarded with passionate moans and whining for harder, deeper thrusts, which Scootaloo was only too happy to oblige. And then, she hit her limit. Unable to resist or hold back any longer, Scootaloo released herself into Sweetie Belle, coating the unicorn's inner walls with her hot, sticky load, before collapsing on her back.

Sweetie Belle only giggled and pecked her spent lover's cheek, relishing the adorable look of relief on Scootaloo's face. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something that her sex-driven mind had paid no heed during the act: the rift and the observer.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked, a spry smile creeping upon her face.

Your Antagonist opened his mouth to offer a quip of some sort, but before he could utter a word, the rift sealed itself, leaving in its place an empty space and a man with an incredibly awkward erection who was now computerless.

Author's Note

Inspired by this image