Fuck the copyrights!
Convincing Mr. Goldman
Hasbro Inc. Headquarters - Pawtucket - Rhode Island, USA
03/17/2017, Friday, 17:32 pm
"... I've said this a trillion times, Herbert!"
"I-want-all-of-those-pervs-out!" He said in frustrated pauses. "Do you ever listen to me? I said out! Vaporized, sued - away from my toy lines!" A drop of sweat trickled down his forehead.
"B-but Mr. G-gold, w-we can't just forbid those people from watching the show! I m-mean, it's impossible to put down all of their websites, blogs, image boards. Even lawfully speaking, you j-just can't!" The - not so - poor attorney tremulously searched through his papers and documents, for something capable of appeasing Goldman's rage.
"I don't give a damn about this stupid law! I'm just asking you to disassemble a criminal group of grown up men, who fantasize about having affairs with our cartoon ponies! Is it that hard to solve?" He threw a banner over the table - 'Bronycon 2017' said the bold colored letters. "And they are even organizing conventions about it, Herbert. Conventions, for God's sake!" He threw his hands up in anger.
"Have we allowed them to promote this event? Have I relented our trademarks for these- Ponyophiles!?" The annoyed CEO fist-punched his work desk, the pencils and objects who were previously arranged over the table rolled down and scattered on the floor.
"But Sir, the Bronies are hosting this con-" Goldman pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.
"Don't-" He sighed. "Don't utter that... filthy word, inside my office!" He hissed.
"I'm so s-sorry Mr. G-gold-"
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" Goldman stood up. "I've- I've Had enough for today!" He smashed his laptop screen and pretty much threw it inside his suitcase. "Enough"
Herbert, one of his lawyers, stood there unresponsive. Walking past him without saying a word, his boss headed to the door. Definitely not a good sign. Thought Herbert.
Indeed...
Stopping with one of his hands still holding the doorknob, Goldman slowly turned his head to Herb.
"And you!" He pointed at him. "I don't send that astronomical wage to your account every single month, only to hear you say that 'I can't do something.'" He opened the door. "Monday Herbert... You have until next Monday to fix this problem - Or you're fired."
"B-but Mr-" The young man muttered.
"But? There's not 'but' anymore! I said Monday - if you don't like my suggestion, feel free to pack your things and go back to your home now."
The door slammed shut as the company president left the room, leaving the gaping lawyer alone in that grayish and silent office. That would be a hell of a weekend.
'...and the weekend is coming! What the weather deities are planning for the next days, Sarah?' The radio chattered on the background as Goldman grumbled something unintelligible about the stupidity levels of that radio station.
'...as the map shows John, it doesn't looks like we'll be able to enjoy some nice clear skies this Sunday; there's a northern cold front-"
By the time he finally turned off the radio, a thunder echoed through the skies, being followed by the typical sound of rain splattering over the metallic car top.
Goldman had a very difficult and particular mindset; after so many years dealing with assets and numbers, he started to see people and situations as mere statistics. He had been struggling with himself since immemorial times, and being oddly lonely as he was, there was no one else to give him support, aside from his employees, who were forced to listen to his screams.
But there was something he hated above all else - unpredictability. He glared at the windshield wipers from behind the steering wheel as a silent rage started to fill every inch of his body.
Well... Maybe not that silent.
"Aaaaaaaarghhhhhhhh"
"Dammit!" He slammed his forehead against the wheel. "Why this has to happen with me??"
"Why God? Why can't I just-" Naturally, rain wasn't a phenomenon he appreciated - due to its eventual unpredictability. During his momentary lapse of sanity, the car slipped on the wet road, and loosened its track.
"Shit!" When he finally grabbed the wheel, it was already too late.
Life... This peculiar thing just seems to play with us sometimes.
The car was crashed against a tree. No signal on the phone, which meant that no insurer would retrieve his car from the crashing site, nor he could call a taxi.
The thunderstorm fell mercilessly over poor Peterson H.Goldman while he made his way- walking, drenched, bruised, and angered- back home.
Much swearing, curses and raindrops later, he finally got there. Soaked to the bones; but nonetheless, at home. After throwing his tie at a corner along with almost every garment, still dripping he ironically made his way to the shower.
A scalding douche, would be more accurate.
Peterson left the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel; because sometimes in your life, only a warm towel can give you true happiness. And of course, a good nap would do wonders to him, yes...
Sleep...
Not until I have my coffee He thought.
With his coffee mug on hands, insurance company properly informed about the car situation, band-aids correctly positioned over the scratches, (Yes, Peterson was a quite perfectionist man.) he walked upstairs.
Taking a sip of the hot beverage, he opened his bedroom door. Yellowish lampshades dimly lit the place, his favorite newspapers were already awaiting for him over the nightstand, the rain barely audible outside, and that marvelous coffee scent...
Boy, tonight he was gonna enjoy that long awaited rest.
"Oh thanks the Lord!" He closed the door with an elbow, and collapsed over a splendid cushioned chair, being careful to not let a single drop of coffee spill out on his Persian carpet- That would be a disaster!
"Soooo... You've finally arrived Peter! I was afraid you had lost yourself in the way back home!"
Terrified by the voice, he jumped from the chair (and almost from his own body.) The man was lucky though; there was no cases of heart attack on his family. Yet.
He turned around abruptly- Oops, there goes his coffee!
Expecting to face a serial killer, or worse; his ex-wife, Goldman accidentally loosened the grip on his mug, and tripped over his fuzzy slippers, landing over his back at the coffee drenched rug.
He struggled with his tongue, but nothing came out from his mouth, except some random babbling. There was nothing but a-
"A P-PPPONY???" Here we go...
"No! Nooooooooooooo!" Peterson shook his head, trying in vain to crawl away from his room. The pony over his bed just chuckled.
"No!"
"You're j-just a c-concussion! T-that's it!" He stood up shakily and leaned against a bookcase, accidentally dropping a sightly large dictionary over his head.
"... A concussion?" She snorted "Well... I have to admit, that's very creative, but no. Yet, you can probably acquire one if you don't stop to knock books down over your head!"
The alicorn pulled him away from the shelf with a magical spell.
"S-stop! Don't touch me y-you... Illusion!" He squirmed under the magic, and got released over the bed.
And there he stayed, too shocked to react. "Y... you- P-prin- P-ony..."
"C-cad... Cadance??" He muttered.
"Then you know my name, don't you? It's a beginning!" The pinkish princess smiled.
"No... You can't be... S-simply- This can't possible!" He pressed his temples. "They're gonna send me to an asylum!" He whined.
"Poor Mr. Goldman. Don't you believe in magic?" She asked.
Still shaking his head and whispering over his breath he glared at the 'illusion'.
"Magic never existed!"
"You don't exist! Shit! You're supposed to be inside a DVD! Entertaining kids!" Peter yelled.
"What an ironic thing to say coming from you, the president of a toys company... Entertaining kids you say, Mr. Gold?" She sarcastically asked.
"Yes, kids. My little pony is a show made for kids!"
Cadance disapprovingly shook her head.
"Interesting... I thought that most of this show audience was composed of adult men. Bronies, as they call themselves."
A vein throbbed inside his head.
"T-they... YOU! They sent you here didn't they? Is this some kind of prank?? Where are the cameras huh??" Peterson jumped from the bed and began to madly yank everything from the walls.
"YOU ARE AN ANIMATRONIC ROBOT! YES, THIS IS IT!" He growled.
"A w-what??" The alicorn cocked an eyebrow.
"This is copyright infringement! Those damned lunatics will-"
Okay Cadance, enough is enough, you don't want trouble with his world people...
"STOP!" Oh, the Royal Canterlot Voice utilities.
Pulling the nonsensical man away from the shelves, she tied his body with a spell on the armchair.
"W-what have you d-done to me? What the hell do you want!?" He squirmed under the magical knots. The princess sighed.
For a thirty and something years old man, he had such a crabby personality.
"Peterson, just look at yourself! Your whole life boils down to a mix of hate, shouts, and madness... How can you live this way?" She hopped off the bed and sat down in front of his chair. For an alicorn, Cadence was still relatively small, if it wasn't for the magical advantage, he could easily surpass her strength.
"What do you know about my life? You are a fictional character from God knows where!" He said, still fighting uselessly against her grasp.
"Oh Peter... I'm the princess of love, don't you know? I have plenty ways to unveil the afflictions of my subjects." Cadance smiled innocently.
"Your subjects? Do you think I'm your subject? Please 'Princess'... Just get out of my house!" He chuckled sarcastically.
"Peter, you are now inside my magical field, which technically speaking, makes your body completely submissive to my free will. So no, I'm not leaving your house until I complete my mission here."
It was there, when the situation started to sink into Goldman's head; He was being held hostage by a pony princess, that came out from a cartoon, developed by his own company.
It was not a good position to be in.
"M-mission? What kind of mission?" His voice peculiarly trembled.
"Yes 'Mr. Goldman', a mission. As you made it clear, you hate my dear Brony friends. And before you ask- No, I don't know any of them personally, but I know that their group is close to perform a great change, evolution, just call the way you want- in humankind relations. And I simply can't let you prevent them."
"An evolution? Yeah... The hippies said that in the sixties. And here we are, still hating each other!" He hissed.
"This time is different! Your race has so much potential, and the Bronies are the fastest way to achieve global harmony. I saw this in the prophecy!" The love princess stated.
"P-proph- " He sighed "I don't care! Fuck them all! What are you going to do? Kill me?" One of his eyelids twitched spasmodically.
Curiously, Cadance just giggled.
"No silly human. Death is not the best way to anything. I'm here to convince you!" She loosened the knots holding the man's body.
Peterson observed the princess as she made her way to his side.
"Convince me? Ha!" He gestured "Nothing in this world can convince me to forget that... B-bro... Horse lovers." He tried to stand up from the chair, Cadance just shoved him back on the seat, facing Goldman with her front legs over his knees.
"Really? Nothing?" She grinned. As the princess of love itself, she was an expert in sow it over hearts like his.
Of course that she knew some special sowing methods...
"N-nothing." He awkwardly said; he didn't wanted to admit, but for an illusion, she was very... Realistic.
Peterson tried to push her away, but Cadance crawled over his body and whispered on his ear-
"Hmm... We'll see about that."
Before he could react, the princess kissed him. He tried to shove the pony out of him, but hypnotic sparkles emanating from the tip of her horn held him still.
Parting from the kiss, the stunned man just asked himself- What the hell just happened?. Cadance was still gazing deep into his eyes.
'Is this some kind of mental control?' He thought.
"W-what... What the hell you just did with me?? You- Y-you are married!" He said.
"I?" She innocently asked. "My husband doesn't care about my duties as love bearer. Besides, I've done nothing to you- Not yet." Cadance sat on his lap and curled her hooves around Peterson's neck. "I said I was gonna convince you, and I'll do that!"
Her voice, her breath, even her silky coat- Peterson felt everything in a heartbeat, still, he resisted the urge to pull her away.
His hands were free, as so his legs, however, something inside his mind prevented him from doing so.
"W-what kind of witchery you just cast on me?" Peterson muttered. At this point, he tightly embraced the little alicorn on top of him.
Cadance slowly nuzzled him. "The spell of Love."
The next half hour of his life was summed up to an uncountable amount of nuzzles and kisses, after the first five minutes, he simply didn't cared anymore, it was like a trance...
Something inside him, just wanted to be with her.
The princess lips were soft and delicate, what started as small pecks, evolved to something deeper and passionate. It wasn't fair... How could she just pop out from nowhere and manipulate him this way?
Every time his mind started to drift away from her, Cadance just wrapped her hooves tighter around his neck, and interlocked their mouths again. When she was close to him, there would be nothing more in his mind except-
"Cadance-" He muttered, parting the kiss.
Mouths- mouth and muzzle to be precise; still close to each other, to a point that her hot and slightly puffy breath caressed his lips.
"Say it my dear." She said.
Since Peterson was still wrapped in his towel, the pony resting over his body was in a somewhat awkward position; while her front hooves remained around his neck, the mare's flank brushed against his barely covered lap, while her tail swung between his knees.
"How far are you planning to... Take this?" He nervously asked.
She moved her left hoof down, first sliding over his thorax, caressing his abdomen, and finally stopping-
'Oh my god, the pony just stuck her hoof inside my towel'
He shivered under the touch of her silky fur making contact with his almost hard dick. "A-are y-you sure about that?" He asked.
Leaning again on his arms, she rubbed her horn against his ear while planting small kisses around his cheek.
"M-make me your l-little pony for tonight..." She whispered.
The man couldn't take it anymore. Never in his serious and professional life, Mr. Goldman would ever imagine such a thing.
What were the probabilities of this to happen? He had just thrown one of his company 'toys' over his bed, and it seemed to be a completely normal thing to do.
He no longer cared about those idiocies; lawyers, bronies, conventions, copyrights. No...
The president of Hasbro Corporation, was now under the Princess of Love magic, and the only thing inside his mind was:
'Dear Princess Celestia, I'm gonna fuck your little pony so hard...'
With a muffled thump, Cadance fell over her back onto the cozy pillows of his bed. She gasped, when Peterson unexpectedly licked her neck from the base up to her ears.
"Hmmmm... Oh P-peter." She moaned
With her front hooves lovely resting against her chest, the princess bit her lips as the man started to nip and suck the tip of her ears. It was a very sensitive part of every pony.
Everything was happening as planned... Perhaps even more than that.
When Cadence came to earth, her only mission was to kiss him, just a simple kiss and a love sharing spell- That should be enough to make Peterson's heart melt, and then leave the Bronies alone.
But now that she was here, with this incredible creature taking her body-
"Yes- Nnnngggggghhh, lick me your beast!"
'Well, Shining Armour don't need to know about that.' She thought
Leaving her ears behind, he just knelt down in front of the outstretched wings pony. He loved her, so he wanted her to feel good.
Spreading the alicorn legs, he took a glance for the first time of Cadance's marehood.
"I'll only do what you want me to do." He said.
"G-go ahead..." She closed her eyes- Her pink cheeks now tinted in a crimson tone.
Slowly, he kissed her belly, licking the thin layer of fur over her skin. She gasped. "It t-tickles!"
Taking advantage of her brief distraction, he held her hind-legs firmly, and gave her slit a unexpected lick. The pony shivered under his touch, and involuntarily arched her back.
Cadance began to moan and pant faster, as his tongue went deeper into her hot pussy. Have sex with the human wasn't in her plans, and that's precisely why she felt so horny.
If Peterson knew women well enough, he should know something that could drive her crazy. 'That must work with ponies too...'
The princess cunt was already wet, so he trailed a hand from her legs to her thighs, and while his mouth nibbled and sucked her button, two of his fingers slid in her clenching walls.
She moaned deeply as he stimulated her pussy from inside, never in her life she imagined that fingers could be so useful.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhn... D-dear Faust."
He maintained a pace alternating the thrusts and the sucking, Peterson could be a boring guy, but he knew how to eat out a girl- Or well... A mare.
"I w-want you... Inside me- f-fuck me!" She said between puffs of air.
Gazing into her eyes, he noticed how peculiar it was his current situation. Not that he was complaining anymore- But hey! He was fingering an equine. A fictional equine.
Throwing his towel away and crawling over the panting alicorn, they kissed, sharing a mix of fluids inside their mouths.
Cadance's taste, scent, warmness; he was addicted to her.
"S-stop teasing me... Pleeeeease!" She said.
Peterson slowly removed his fingers from inside her marehood. Everypony enjoys a good teasing...
"Are you ready?" He asked. She just nodded violently.
He prodded her slit with the head of his dick, waves of pleasure flowed through their bodies, leaning over and holding the pony tightly, he drove his cock all the way in with a single thrust.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhh Yeaaaaaah" Cadance screamed in pleasure, her tongue flicking in and out from her muzzle with each inhale.
'Holy fuck, she's so tight!'
Peterson as stunned as her, still hadn't started to move, but every time she squirmed, her moist insides clamped around his throb.
"G-go ahead... Ahhhhh. Ride me!" Cadance didn't cared about 'missions' anymore, it was accomplished after all. Now she just wanted to be filled up with everything this guy could give.
Holding her horn for balance, he began thrusting as fast as his hips allowed. The highly sensitive tissue of her horn along with the man fucking her brains out, made Cadance eyeballs roll around their sockets.
The fluids seeping from her cunt walls made the pony so wet that it made loud, nasty smacking noises with each of his thrusts.
"D-dear God, I n-never thought that fuck one of my toys c-could be... s-so good." He turned his head up as pleasurable shivers crossed his body.
"P-peeter... I want it deeper... Rut me, please!" She cried.
"As you wish..." Pinning her back against the bed headboard, he buried his face into her mane, her moans were like music to his ears
He held her as close as possible, fucking her deeply as she ground her hips up against him, taking him further inside. Being a pony, Cadance's body was quite smaller, and every time he pushed deep inside, she felt his cock pounding against her womb.
"YEAAAAH NNNNNGHHHHH, RIGHT THERE!" It had been already a long time since she felt such pleasure. Unfortunately, Shinning couldn't get this far into her. (He wasn't that big as he seems to be)
"C-cadance... I'm g-gonna cum." He muttered.
"M-me... I- Hmmmmmph-" She stuffed her mouth with one of her fore hooves, an electric heat ran through her entire body in waves. All her senses faded, her muscles contracted and spasmed around him.
As Cadance started to orgasm, her drenched pussy clenched tightly around his dick, milking his cock for every drop of cum.
He came hard inside her, gasping for breath as powerful spurts of semen coated the pony tight walls. She squirted around his throbbing cock soaking the bed sheets, the juices feeling like a wet gush as he withdrew.
Seconds later, they were panting like animals, laying side by side on the bed, covered in sweat and fluids.
"This was... The best sex... I ever had in my life..." She turned to face him.
Peterson Goldman was merely staring at the roof, still pondering what had just happened. "Cadance... I t-think-" He sighed.
"Fuck it... I'm a Brony now!"
Author's Note
Sorry guys, this thing really took an eternity to get done. Anyway, I'm such a lazy bastard.
By the way, the first chapter as so my other clopfics are fully revised/edited, so feel free to check them, and follow me if you like. There is plenty more where that came from.
Cheers!
The Epilogue!
Convincing Mr. Goldman
When the first rays of sun touched his face at morning, Goldman just moved his arm to protect his sensitive eyes from the exposed light.
'Who opened the curtains?' He wondered, still fighting against the sun rays. Without a chance to win, he just sighed and rubbed his eyelids, before finally opening them.
The man gasped at the sight; shelves messed up, books and souvenirs scattered over the whole floor. Some decorations and pictures had been ripped from the walls, it all laid in pieces on the ground along with many knocked over furniture.
"What the hell just happened here?"
He hopped out of the bed, he lost balance and nearly collapsed on the ground, luckily his armchair was close enough to serve as support. His legs were so tired and sore, and he had no idea why.
As the confused man sat down again and tried to reason, the only possible explanation was that someone tried to loot his house- but no, this couldn't be possible. What would they stole? And how could they do all this mess without waking him up?.
"This is fucking nonsense..." A peculiar cloth under his foot drew his attention, he bent down to grab it and realized it was his bath towel, there was something more though; the white towel was covered with-
He picked up a string of hair, 'This is not hair'
Dropping the towel on the floor, he looked back at his hands- his chest, his arms, his whole body had-
"Pink fur." He muttered.
"Why for God's sake I'm naked and covered with pink fur??" He stood up. The whole situation was too unbelievable to be real. Reaching for his phone, he checked the clock. It was half past eight in the morning, of a Saturday.
He leaned his back against the wall, trying to remember what happened the day before- the memory was too blurred, he could clearly remember leaving Hasbro's headquarters, the storm followed by the car accident. "Jesus, am I dead??"
Peterson searched his arm for a scratch; it was there as he remembered. 'So, at least I know it really happened'
After the accident he had to walk back home, his clothes were drenched so he tossed his shirt in the- 'The living room!'
It was there, it was everything there; his shirt, his tie, his pants. Even the insurance company letter was already in his mail. But what went after that?
Yes, he bathed and then... Nothing. It was too blurred, as a burnt photographic film. Peterson returned to his room and checked the whole scene one more time. He didn't wanted to call the police, since something inside his mind told him he was the responsible for that mess.
Something cracked as he took a step, it was a broken mug. Something sparked in his mind.
'Coffee, it's my coffee mug! I left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen... Yes! I put some coffee for me and walked back to my room...' He pressed his temples, trying to focus in the broken images.
"And then..." He sighed. Nothing.
Sightly dismayed, he went to his bed, but before he could lie down again, a small piece of paper over the nightstand caught his eye. It was just a simple pink envelope, but as far as he could remember, it wasn't there before.
He inspected the envelope prior to opening, there was nothing written except for a heart shaped wax seal, with a 'C' inside it. He cocked an eyebrow at that.
'What do we have here?'
Slowly, he broke the seal and opened the cover. As expected, there was a letter inside. Throwing the envelope away, he mentally read the writings.
"Far we are from each other, but the Love we shared shall remain in your heart 'till the end.
May the light of the Crystal guide you thought this life.
P.S. I'm still trying to clean up the mess you made with my fur, it will be hard to explain for my husband you know? See you soon, xoxo"
"What the fuck?"
It was already Sunday night, when something really strange happened again. After a long and tiresome weekend, Peterson had finally managed to clean up the mess in his room.
He was feeling kinda weird since that letter, but eventually decided avoid dwelling on the subject. Why bother? He could just enjoy that beautiful day and smell some flowers.
Yeah... He was feeling really weird.
As usual, Peter opened his suitcase to straighten the paperwork for next morning, his laptop was there too, and with a big crack on its screen.
'Damn, I need some anger control training' He thought as he removed the broken computer.
It was there, when he realized how rude he had been with his subordinates, more specifically with-
"Herbert!" He face-palmed. Ashamed from his previous fit of rage with the lawyer. 'He must be feeling really upset now, how could I be so mean??'
A multicolored pamphlet slid from inside the laptop.
"Yes, this is it!" He said for himself resolutely. "If there's a way to redeem myself with him and the Bronies, this is it! How could I be so blind during all this time??"
He hadn't much time, but Peterson Goldman, CEO of Hasbro Corporation was decided. Starting from tomorrow, he would change the way people look at him.
Hasbro Inc. Headquarters - Pawtucket - Rhode Island, USA
03/17/2017, Monday, 10:30 am
Everyone.
Every-single-living-creature inside the company building froze in place, while Mr. Goldman walked to his office. He greeted and smiled-
He smiled to everyone as if there were no tomorrow.
"The boss got insane!" "He's drunk dude, there's no other explanation." "I'm pretty sure he turned gay..." People whispered as he passed by. No one moving a single muscle.
"I'm just happy, that's all!" He answered to everyone. "Now where is Herbert?" He asked. People just pointed at his office door.
Peterson opened the door. The young lawyer was waiting inside, looking through a window. As the heavy wooden door closed, with a click, Herbert turned abruptly.
"G-good morning Mr. Gold, I- I was just-" He stopped.
"Oh, hello Herbert, good to see you!" Said Goldman.
During all his life, the poor guy never imagined to witness such a thing. It couldn't be possible, 'I must be hallucinating' He thought.
"So, what do you think about my costume?"
There, with a blue wig and tail, a plastic horn stuck on his forehead, and dressed in one of those royal prince clothes. Was Peterson Goldman.
"I... I... M-mr. G-gold?? Are you... Are you-" He mumbled
"Shining Armor?" Peterson replied smiling. "Yes, I am!" He made a little turn. "So my dear subject, you like what you see?"
"Sir... I-I... It's really fabulous, but I don't g-get why-"
"You will be my Cadance!" Herbert jaw dropped.
"S-sorry? I'm gonna- A w-what... ?" He muttered.
"Yes my dear, you know... I felt really terrible after I shouted with you like that." He placed a comforting and slightly awkward arm around his shoulders. "And I'm sorry about that. So as an apology, I want you to go with me to Bronycon. I always knew you were a closet Brony, so I provided a costume for you too." He handed him a bag.
Herbert just stared at the pink pony costume dumbfounded.
"What are you waiting for? Try it! Let's show the Brony community our support!" Still shocked by the situation, Herbert complied and placed a pair plush pink ears on his head, blushing ferociously.
Oh, but that was just the beginning, it would be a long day for him, and he just prayed to-
"W-what?!" He gasped when Peter slapped his butt, pasting Cadance's cutie mark over his pants.
"Hey Herby... You made me curious now... Why don't you neigh for me?"
Too late...
